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l44serbeam · 2 years

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now i wanna, be your dog

eddie munson x metalhead!fem!reader summary: five times Eddie knew that he was undeniable head over heels for the leather wearing hellcat that rode into his life and rattled him in his boots (and by boots i mean doodle littered converse). a/n: okok so i've seen plenty cheerleader x eddie munson fics but i've seen like ONE metalhead x eddie fic which is much needed. Im talking like motorcycle riding, eyeliner wearing, beer shotgunning, motley crue enjoying bad ass bitch that can outsmoke eddie like theres no tomorrow. So, i made one :) this is literally the fluffiest of fluff, a bucket of sexual tension, and smut thrown in a basket and tossed back at you with a pink ribbon. ❀ warnings: afab and she/her pronouns used, fluff, smut (number where smut occurs in bold) [riding, fingering, cum eating, pulling out] , drug use, under 21yo drinking, smoking (weed and cigarettes), cursing, y/n is said to wear heavy makeup, tiny little reference to blood, y/n is also said to have facial piercings. y/n is 18 here and in her senior year and Eddie is 19. ❀ poc friendly

Not responsible for your media consumption choices but preferably 16+ from here on down ;)

There was no doubt that from the second Eddie Munson laid his eyes on the new y/n y/l/n, she had him wrapped around her little ring covered finger.

With heavy black eyeshadow and lips blood red, the moment she stepped foot into Hawkins, he was right behind her, chasing her like a lost puppy.

Y/n had just moved to Hawkins, rumors of "the new girl" were circulating around the town like a wildfire.

Eddie didn't think much about the fact a new girl was around, only that it wasn't going to affect him much but on the first day of school he was proved extremely wrong.

The very first day of the new school year, Eddie jumped out of his van and was in the process of locking his door when he heard an unfamiliar roar of a motor behind him.

He turned around and caught a glimpse of a motorcycle driving into the student parking lot, much faster than allowed. The motorcycle in itself was what initially had him reeling. It was a Suzuki Katana, painted a dark red. So dark it almost looked black when the sun wasn't hitting it. All his years in the treacherous highschool and in this horrid town and never once had he seen that bike.

On it, was what he last expected to be riding it. A woman? Now, it's not that Eddie had any issue with it, but here? In Hawkins, Indiana?

There was no way that wasn't the new girl because trust me, Eddie would have noticed her before.

The second thing that caught his attention as he walked in the direction of where the girl was pulling into, was her shirt. It was baggy and the sleeves had been torn off, the sides of her black bra showing when she lifted her arms. It was dark grey and had a white design, the words 'Iron Maiden' large in the front and in the back had all of the dates and places of their 1984-1985 'World Slavery' tour. It was one of Eddies favorite bands.

As she parked the bike, turning off the engine and throwing her bag over her shoulder, some kid jumped up besides her.

"That's a beautiful ride ya got there." He said. Caught by surprise, she flashed the boy a smile, the brightness of it contrasting the darkness of her eyes.

"Thanks. Fixed her up myself." She said, patting the seat.

After a beat of silence, Eddie stuck his hand out towards her.

"Eddie. Eddie Munson, but you, can call me whatever you please." He said, a smile much too sly on his face.

y/n couldn't lie, he wasn't bad looking. He was rather attractive. He didn't look like the jock kind. With hair almost as wild as hers, rings of skulls and gargoyles, patches and pins of various metal bands she was familiar with sewn into his jacket and converse completely covered in doodles of the most outrageous of things, he seemed just like her kind of person.

"Y/n y/l/n and i think i'll decide what to call you while you walk me to first period." She replied, walking past him and avoiding his hand which was still stuck out.

From then on, Eddie knew he was in for it.

"Dude this is the worst shit i've ever fucking smoked." the girl giggled as she laid on the floor of Eddies van, her legs mounted up against the door of the van and her back on the ground.

"It's not that bad." Eddie slurred from his place in the beanbag.

They were parked out front of Eddie's trailer, using the van as a more convenient place to hotbox.

"There's no fucking way Rick doesnt have better shit to offer you. I mean your like his best... busboy. Where's the better shit? I think we should interrogate him." y/n muttered, bringing her legs off the wall and sitting up against it.

Eddie merely snorted at her struggle to sit up. Her eyeliner had smeared a little, now intense and under her eye. Strands of hair stuck onto the piercings on her face, causing her to swat them away, then lightly whine when her aggressive actions pulled on her piercing harshly.

"What are staring at, freak." y/n said playfully, looking up to Eddie who gazed at her from the beanbag, his eyes half opened and hair wild.

"You." He said. Thats what y/n liked about him. An honest man. Only one she'd ever met.

"Why don't you come here and get a little closer, maybe you'll see better." She lited, tilting her head to the side and smiling a smile so innocently titillating that made the boy swallow harshly, sitting up and leaning towards her.

His face was now mere centimeters away from hers, air hot and still reeking of pot. Her smile faltered slightly, now just a smirk.

Eddie was mesmerized. His lips parted as his breaths came in quiet pants. His eyes lazily flickered back and forth between her eyes and her lips.

If he were sober, he would've sealed the gap ages ago but now, countless puffs in and all he could think about was how soft her lips looked, the now faded crimson color looked so delicately venomous. Like one kiss would kill him but oh how endearing that one kiss would be. Almost as if he leaned in, hed never get to lean away and right now, he had no problem with that. So instead of closing the small space between them, he just stared into the abyss that was her lips.

"Why don't you get some Motley playing before i decide to do something dumb like jump your bones, Munson."

The crowd at The Hideout was fuller than usual. A few unrecognized faces littered the crowd. Mostly middle aged men with beards and bandanas.

Eddie was crouched by the back of the stage area, plugging his amp into the wall. Next to him, Jeff and Gareth argued over some stupid cables and which go where as if they hadn't done this millions of times.

"You're a fucking idiot Jeff. That's the XLR cable, not whatever the fuck you're saying. That goes into the amp not the wall." He whisper shouted, making Eddie roll his eyes.

"Then how would the mike turn on, Gareth." He replied, dramatically placing his hands on his hips.

"It connects to the amp that AMPlifies it considering that's what an AMPlifier does. Then the amp goes into the wall. It's not fucking trigonometry. I mean shit, Eddies had to retake highschool like a hundred times and he gets it."

Eddie raised his arms and turned to look at them "I'm right here dumbass." He said annoyed, being dismissed with rolling eyes and waved hands. "I need a beer." He mumbled before making his way past them and up to the bar.

"Luke, can you gimme a Busch?" He ordered, placing the cash on the counter and receiving a nod from the bartender.

"Make that two." A voice rasped behind him, followed by the scent of cigarettes and vanilla.

He turned to welcome to sight of his now bestfriend (and occasional fuck buddy) looking like she just came out of a Rolling Stones magazine. Just a black lace bra as a top, black leather pants, two chains attached to the belt loops and a dark weathered denim jacket thrown over, oversized and the sleeves bagging.

He was holding back any and every urge to immediately fall to his knees at the sight of the y/n y/l/n. The girl that had grabbed the boy by his shoulders and shown him what the world is like outside of the wretched town. The girl that had shown him what it's like to truly have the rug pulled from beneath him and a heavy boot wearing damsel step on his throat.

"On you, of course." She chuckled, jumping onto the bar stool besides him and leaning her forearms onto the sticky bar counter.

"Oh of course. Can't have the punk rock princess pay for her own drinks." He laughed, making y/n laugh at the rhyming but slightly cheesy name he'd decided to give her.

"Would that make you the metalhead macho? Or shall i say, the iron maiden." Y/n laughed at her own joke, making Eddie bark out in laughter as well.

The bartender placed the two bottles before them and Eddie slid him the money for the second one and made his own seat on the barstool next to him.

"So, what brings you here at this treacherous hour of the night?" Eddie asked, never having had seen her at his gigs before.

"Got stoned, bored, and remembered it was tuesday. Plus they don't ID here. Why, don't want me here?" She asked playfully, placing her chin on her palm and elbow on the counter.

"No no no that's not why. I mean definitely it's wonderful you're here, you just didn't have to come if you didn't want to. It's not like we're all that."

"Im playing with you Eds. Came to support my metal monarch and hope he plays some Stooges. Nowhere else i'd rather be." She said, punching his shoulder lightly.

Y/n's words made him blush, followed by his endless hopes that she didn't catch onto that.

"Your wish is my command because as a great poet once said, 'i wanna be your dog'." He said in a fancy voice, grabbing his beer and jumping out his seat to make his way back to his band who now looked about ready to begin playing, but not before bringing his hand up to her chin and swiping it with his thumb lightly, an act of admiration he'd grown used to doing.

"Go get em tiger." She cheered before chugging down her beer.

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Eddie was already deep in the waters of adulation even before the sex began but now, a cigarette in between her lips and legs over his hips, what he felt was near worship.

Riding him with a frevity and hunger that Eddie never knew one could have, he felt like he was orbiting saturn, his hands gripping the skin of her hips as he helped (barely) her motions. Leaning her head back and exhaling the smoke, she looked like an angel to the man beneath her. Or more fitting, a fallen angel.

Because nothing of the things she could do and did do to him were anything near holy. The way she made Eddie feel whether if it was with a simple movement of her body, a knead of her hands, or a lewd comment that dripped out of her lips like the sweetest of honeys was anything but sanctified.

"Fuck y/n. I- i can't. To good. Fuck." Eddie muttered, his words falling incoherent.

"Hold on there pretty boy." y/n moaned, bringing her hand down to his shoulder for support. "I'm close too."

A symphony of the most obscene of moans clouded the room, mildly covered by the heavy guitar of Push and Stomp by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts bouncing off the thin walls, the creaking of Eddie's bed loud and just as incriminating as the very sounds that left their lips.

"Fuck, im gonna cum." Eddie groaned, pulling y/n off of him, ropes of white liquid squirting onto his abdominals.

"I can help with that." y/n mumbled, stuffing her cigarette into the ashtray on Eddies nightstand before grabbing her hair out of her face and leaning her face down to his stomach area, boldy licking him clean.

"Shit." Eddie hissed at the sight. His eyes rolled at the entire scene.

When finished, y/n kissed and licked her way up to his neck, then his jaw, then finally, his lips. He groaned into the kiss, his hands coming up to her waist and flipping the two of them over, now him on top.

"You didn't get to finish." He said, barely letting himself finish his own sentence before muffling it in her neck, biting and nipping at her skin. His hands found its way to her core, fingers gently brushing through her wet folds, pulling a sultry moan from her lips. He made his way down to meet his mouth with her pussy, licking and sucking like a man starved.

Between his fingers and his tongue, he pumped in and out of her, watching from below as he body arched and her eyes squeezed closed. He bathed in pleasure when she gripped onto his hair, pulling on it with authority and possession.

He was hers and there was nothing anyone could do to change that.

The last song Eddie couldve ever expected to have brought y/n such joy was the one that had her on the bed besides him sitting on her knees, in nothing but her black lace panties (which had a tiny rip in the lace trim due to a little impatient man with long black hair) and his hellfire shirt, her arms close to her chest as she swayed with the song.

"OH ONCE IN YOUR LIFE YOU FIND SOMEONE!" y/n sang the lyrics of Heaven by Bryan Adams dramatically, emphasizing the emotion behind the melodic piano and moving instruments.

Eddie laughed at her antics, the haze of the early hour of 3 a.m and the wearing off of the pot they'd smoked earlier made everything so cohesive and the moment so endearing.

"WHO WILL TURN YOUR WORLD AROUND!!" She continued, now theatrically "falling" on top of Eddie, arms still swaying with the music.

Brain fuzzy with laugher, Eddie looked down at her, singing the lyrics to the cheesy song he had no idea was even on her radar, considering it was so out of her character. The dim light of his lamp illuminated her, shadowing her features perfectly.

Once the theatrics were over, instead of rolling off of him, y/n decided to remain on his chest, head tilted up and looking at him and legs intertwined.

He looked down at her, indulging in all her beauty.

"You missed some." He said, his thumb coming to the area right below her eye to wipe off a bit of excess eyeliner that hadn't come off with the makeup wipes, frowning when it didn't come off.

"It's that new waterproof shit i bought. Gotta scrub it off with every bit of strength in me to get it all off." y/n laughed lightly, clearly not showing any sign of her actually getting up to do it.

Eddie reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the packet of makeup wipes shed left on there and grabbed one.

He gently grabbed her face so her chin was on his chest and he sat up slightly against the pillows, y/n closed her eyes and he began wiping around her eyelid and lower lashline, ever so gently and lovingly. Almost like he was scared to hurt her if he got to rough.

As he laid here, he thought to himself about how he could do this every night for the rest of his years. He thought to himself about how he'd finally found a person who got him. Without instruction or persuasion or the need to change, she just got him. From the minute she rode into the oh so boring school of Hawkins High where Eddie felt like he was imprisoned, she graced him with a ground shaking beauty and freed him, gifting him a sense of self and new found enjoyment of his life here in Hawkins. And he wished that when his life here in Hawkins ended, she'd be with him for whatever next life was to come, making a mess of it with smeared eyeliner, smudged nail polish, and lips so dark just the sight of them could make a saint profane.

"thank you." y/n mumbled, eyes still closed as Eddie wiped.

Eddies motions stilled and he stared at her tranquil face. He felt something, something which he had to get out.

"I think i love you." He said quickly and without thinking. A spring of fear blossoming in him. All his worries eased when she let out a soft chuckle, opening her eyes and looking dearly at him.

"i think i love you too, freak."

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threeimagineryboys · 2 years

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i love the fact that we’re already acting like will is the main character again when in reality he only got one line and two shots in the new trailer…

🕯MANIFESTING MY INTUITION IS RIGHT NONETHELESS!!!🕯

#main character energy #will byers #stranger things #st4vol2 #stranger things 4 vol 2 #stranger things trailer #byler #noah schnapp

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tsukina-1-9-9-8 · 2 years

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new pic

Imagine you're who's taking the photo

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vinxlsketches · 2 years

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a quick one of joe because this man is causing 75% of my heart palpitations (and the new interview had me on the floor) - working on a steddie piece atm and needed a break from it soo,,

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burtonbabygirlguster · 2 years

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im literly checking the Jonathan byers x male reader tag hourly

#there’s like NOTHING #but the crumbs i do get are delicious #he’s so underrated #it makes me want to cry #i think he’ll have more actual charactor time in volume 2 #he was HALARIOUS s4 tho #i won’t lie #stranger things #jonathan byers #jonathan byers x reader #Jonathan byers x male reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #he deserves more #st4 #st4vol2

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jacobbyart · 2 years

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fruity four sticker idea!

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malconnorsupremacy · 2 years

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why is no one talking about jancy please

#jancy #stranger things #st4vol2 #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #jancy shippers unite

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cultfaction · 2 years

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Reposted from @rnng77edits Yearbook of '86. @josephquinn Credits: st3venluvbot on tumblr 🖤 #eddiemunson #josephquinn #joequinn #strangerthings #strangerthings4 #eddie #st4 #eddiemunsonedit #joequinnedit #fy #fyp #eddiemunsonstrangerthings #MakeNightsEpic #hawkinshighschool #hellfireclub #hawkins #st4vol2 #strangerthingsedit #vecnascurse #vecna #metalhead #josephquinnedit #st4vol2leaks #spoiler #volume2 #sttrailer #stbts #steddie #ripeddie#edwardmunson https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfzu0xbss5y/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles · 2 years

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Die First

Max Mayfield x fem!Munson!reader

Warnings: cursing, st4vol2 spoilers (but also incorrect quoting so--), blood, vomiting, unbelievable amounts of angst (‘cause I like it for some reason), making out, happyish ending, reader has asthma

WC: 4.2k

Someone dies or someone gets hurt, but if one of us dies I hope I die first, ‘cause I don’t wanna live without you I don’t wanna ever learn how to fall asleep without you Tell me what’s worse: losing you now or later Maybe I can break the curse and I can be in love forever If I die first

Max was cursed. You knew that. But if anyone was gonna die, you’d want it to be you. Max had already been through so much and she didn’t need to be scared that she was gonna end up like Chrissy or Fred or Patrick. It wasn’t fair to her. If she rose in the air and her fragile bones broke--

“Hey, Y/n.” Max’s voice cut through the dim ringing in your ears and you snapped your eyes open to look at her. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. A-are you?”

“I’m okay as someone hurtling towards a gruesome death can be.” Max shrugged. “You look like you’re gonna be sick, Y/n.”

“I’m okay, really.” You patted the seat next to you and Max sat by you. You started to reach a hand out to hold hers, but Lucas took the seat next to her, forcing you to retract your hand.

Max’s face broke into a smile as she looked over at Lucas, who smiled back.

“Max, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Max smiled bigger as she looked at Lucas, making you feel like you were intruding. You silently got up and moved seats to sit by Robin, watching their exchange.

Robin looked between you and Max, then back again. She rested a gentle hand on your shoulder, “I know how it feels, Y/n.”

You startled, “I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You hadn’t meant it to come out as a question, but it was too late.

“The way you’re looking at Max, the forlorn expression on your face, how I know you wish you were Lucas right now… you like your best friend.”

“Wh-what? I do not!” You spluttered, red-faced.

Robin gave you a look. “I’ve made that face before. I’ve felt the same way.”

“Don’t diagnose my feelings, Robin. You don’t know what you’re talking about,” You pushed her hand off your shoulder. “I don’t like Max like that. I would know if I did.”

Robin looked down, hurt. “I’m not trying to tell you that you like her, Y/n.”

“Yeah? Well, stop. Stop whatever you’re doing. I’m not about to end up in Pennhurst because of your bullshit explanation.”

“Why would you end up in Pennhurst?”

“Because you’re freaking crazy, Robin. You can’t just yell out in an RV that I like Max. Someone will think I’m psychotic and they’ll send me away.”

Robin scoffed. “It’s an easy secret to keep, Y/n.” She folded her arms across her chest. “And there’s always a chance that this won’t work, so you’d better tell her.”

“Wait, you- you think this won’t work? You think that we won’t be able to save Max and Hawkins?”

“No, no, I didn’t say that.”

“Yes, you did! You think Max is gonna die, that we’re gonna lose, that Vecna’s gonna take over the world--” You began hyperventilating. Max looked up, hearing your loud breathing.

“Y/n!” Max moved quickly, grabbing your inhaler and placing it between your lips. “On three, okay? One, two, three.” She pressed the trigger on three and you inhaled the medicine. “Are you okay?”

You looked up at her, the sunlight haloing her head and glowing gorgeously across her face.

“Y/n?”

“Oh, yeah. Thanks, Max.” You avoided her eyes, choosing instead to look at Robin, who gave you a knowing look.

Max slid into the seat across from you. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Thank you,” You continued avoiding her gaze, focusing on Lucas behind her. “You should get back to Lucas.”

Max frowned, “Uh, okay.” She slid out of the bench seat and went back to Lucas.

Robin opened her mouth to speak, but you cut her off. “Shut up.”

She grinned. “I wasn’t going to say anything. But you should tell her, Y/n.”

“No, I can’t. When we kill Vecna, she’ll avoid me. She’ll hate me, and if you couldn’t tell, Lucas is trying to get up the courage to ask her out again. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.”

“You’re suppressing your feelings--”

“Robin!” Steve called from the front. “Stop harassing a kid and get your shit together. Max, Lucas, Y/n, Erica, this is your stop.”

The four of you gathered the lanterns and pads of paper and moved toward the door. Steve caught your arm as you went out the door. “Good luck.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and shook your wrist out of his grip, turning to receive Eddie’s worried look.

“We’ll be fine.”

“Yeah, I know. Just be careful, okay?”

Your brother’s worry scared you, and you nodded. “Okay.”

You stomped down the steps of the Winnebago and Lucas shut the door behind you. Max pulled her headphones over her ears again and clicked play on the tape. You gave her a worried glance, which she ignored. Erica went up the steps of the Creel House as Steve pulled away from the curb. Twisting the knob, you pushed the door open and clicked your lantern on.

Oh my God, I’m so scared.

Max was looking around the attic when she was intercepted by Erica, who already had you and Lucas in tow. Erica held up the pad of paper. “I found him.” Max read off the sheet, then nodded and followed the three of you to the living room, where Erica’s lantern glowed bright and subdued shades of blue.

Erica deposited the three of you in the living room and then crossed the street to call Steve, Robin, and Nancy.

The awkwardness and tension in the air were almost palpable. Lucas shot Max a smile, who then scribbled something down on her pad of paper.

“Hi,”

“Hi,” Lucas returned, shielding his paper from you.

“I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me, too.” Lucas wrote, adding a smiley face. And, after a moment’s hesitation: “Movies on Friday?”

Max grinned and began to write something, hiding her pad when Lucas leaned over to look. When she showed him, you saw that she had drawn two stick figures holding hands, and immediately felt sick to your stomach. The three lanterns on the table suddenly went dim. Shit. Max stood, retrieving her shoes and tying the laces. You and Lucas got your lanterns and followed Max up the stairs in socked feet.

Max stood in the center of the attic, lantern shining brightly on a crate in front of her. “Come and get me, asshole. I’m right here. No music this time.” Max set her cassette player on the crate beside the lantern to prove her point. Then she sat on the floor and began to speak. She spoke of Billy, of how she was glad she wasn’t dead but at the same time wished she was, how she was happy that Billy was dead. That’s when her eyes rolled back in her head and Lucas dove to her side. You ran to the window and were flashing your flashlight toward the playground when you heard a loud thudding behind you-- someone was coming up the stairs.

Jason’s blond hair became visible first, then his bloodshot and tired eyes, green letterman jacket, and finally, the shiny, silvery steel of a revolver. You felt bile rising in your throat and swallowed hard.

“Sinclair,” Jason said, diverting Lucas’ attention from Max. “What are you doing? Wake her up.”

“Jason, I can’t.” Lucas stood, shocked, and moved away from Max.

“Why not? Is this another devil, cult thing? I said to wake her up!” Jason raised the gun and trained it on Lucas, loading the chamber with a click of his thumb.

“No, Jason, don’t!” You stepped out of the shadows. “You don’t understand, this has to happen.”

“Another Munson. I should’ve known.” Jason sneered, then turned his gun on you. “Why does it have to happen, freak? So you can open a gate for Satan?”

“We’re not devil spawn, Jason,” You scoffed, then realized how poor a decision it was to antagonize a person with a gun, let alone someone who seemed willing to use it on you. “Just… we can’t wake her up, but we’re not killing her.”

Jason let out a brutal laugh, then got down beside Max, making sure to keep his gun pointed at you. “Hey, wake up.” Jason shook Max’s shoulder lightly, attempting to wake her up from the trance. “Wake up!” You could tell that if he couldn’t wake her up, Jason would do anything in his power to force you to bring her out of it, including threatening you at gunpoint or possibly shooting you.

Jason stood and pointed his gun at Lucas again. “Wake her up, Sinclair.”

“We already told you, we can’t!” You shouted, trying to pull Jason’s focus away from Lucas. “Please, Jason, you have to trust us.”

“I can’t trust you if your cult killed Chrissy and Patrick. Especially if you’re planning to kill this girl.”

“We’re not,” Your voice broke and you could feel tears wanting to well up in your eyes, but you forced them away. “I would die for Max, I-I never want to lose her. Honestly, I hope I die first because I don’t wanna live without her.”

“Then wake. Her. Up.” Jason menacingly shook the gun at you and then Lucas let out a primal cry and tackled Jason. Their bodies collided with the crates, spilling the contents to the floor. The gun fell out of his hand and skittered across the floor, the shine lost in the darkness of the attic. Lucas punched Jason in the side and Jason returned a punch to Lucas’ face.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

The walkie crackled with static and you heard the front door slam, feet pounding up the stairs.

The doorknob rattled and Erica yelled, “Let me in!”

You attempted to get around the boys, but Jason’s arm rocketed out and tripped you. You fell and broke your chin and, to your horror, the cassette player on the splintering wood.

“Son of a bitch!” Bile again rose in your throat, forcing its way out of your mouth. You held back a cry of anguish. Blood and vomit leaked down your chin and stained the collar of your shirt. With a loud crack of glass breaking, the room went quiet. You spun, expecting Jason, but Lucas was keeled over, hands on his knees, panting heavily. He looked from Jason to you, to the broken player on the ground, then to Max, whose legs were uncrossing themselves as she rose into the air.

“No!” Lucas yelled, standing under her and reaching for her feet. Too late, Max’s eyes went almost white. She convulsed and then her limbs went taught, the bones in her arms and legs pressing against her skin harshly before snapping loudly.

You let out a dry sob and Max fell into Lucas’ arms, who was sobbing freely. You knelt by them and brushed Max’s hair out of her face, tears springing to your eyes. “Shit, Max, no!”

“L-Lucas? Y/n? I-I can’t see, I’m scared… I’m not ready to die, I don’t want to die!” Max’s eyes were white, thick drops of blood dripping down her cheeks.

“You won’t, Max, okay? You’re gonna be fine, I promise, I swear on God that you’re gonna be just fine,” You reassured, despite the sobs building up in the back of your throat. A sense of helplessness was beginning to overtake your body, starting in the pit of your stomach and rising to your head, echoing in your skull.

“Stay with me, Max, stay with me!” Lucas cupped Max’s cheek as he sobbed, brushing his tears off her pale face.

Max’s breathing began to slow to a painful pace and she heaved once, blood splattering her lips and chin, then stopped altogether. You and Lucas watched in agony as her eyes fell closed, hiding the white irises from you.

The ground split open, dark red light spilling from the fissure, and you helped Lucas pull Max away before following the fissure’s progress. It ripped through the attic floor towards Jason, who lay partially conscious near the bay window. He let out a pained moan as it tore through him, killing him almost instantly and disintegrating him, forcing you to turn away from Max and throw up on the floor. Your breathing increased in pace as you watched Lucas attempt to wake Max, as the dreadful realization settled on you- Max was dead. They hadn’t stopped Vecna. Robin had been right, and you still hadn’t told Max your true feelings for her. The door finally opened and Erica stopped cold at the sight of Max.

“Erica, call 911!” You yelped, nearly choking on the lack of air. “Hurry!”

Erica turned and rushed down the stairs, footsteps thudding loudly against the horrible backdrop of silence, save for your ragged breathing.

“Erica, help!” Lucas called in an earth-shattering voice, which caused you to sob against your better judgment, which knew you were having an asthma attack- but you’d left your inhaler on the RV, which was parked at your trailer. You gasped and clutched your throat, trying to avoid looking at Max or Lucas.

“Sh-shit,” You coughed, and then you could hear the sirens. Erica had called emergency services and they were close. Max let out a small gasp for air and you swiveled to her, still gasping. Lucas startled at the outburst and gently grabbed her wrist, checking for a pulse. You locked eyes with him and he gave a slight nod. However faint Max’s heartbeat was, it was there. Max was alive. It was impossible, unthinkable, you knew you had to be dreaming, but you thanked God nonetheless for the development and smiled softly, still hacking out breaths.

The EMTs rushed up the stairs, closely followed by Erica, and immediately transferred Max to a stretcher. They carried Max to the ambulance and attended to you and Lucas quickly. They put antiseptic on Lucas’ face and gave you a quick dose of albuterol before flipping the sirens and lights on then driving off, leaving you, Lucas, and Erica on the sidewalk in front of the Creel House.

Lucas held his sister close, the pair of them shell-shocked. You went back upstairs, ignoring the red rip in the floors and ceilings. Retrieving the walkie, you called Steve.

“Steve?” You choked out, noticing the dark stain of blood on the ground. “Robin, Nancy? We kind of have an emergency here.”

The walkie screeched once and then Steve’s voice came through. “I know. We’re going back through the gate now. Be there soon.” Then, nothing. Radio silence from the older teens. You went back downstairs after collecting the pieces of Max’s player.

You sat on the curb next to Lucas and Erica, “They’re on the way. I don’t know anything else.” You whispered. “I have a feeling that something really bad happened.” You coughed, hiding a sob. “And, Lucas, Max is gonna be fine, okay? She’s alive, and that’s better than--” You stopped short as car lights turned on across the street and someone wearing a Hawkins High letterman jacket got out of the car.

Hands deep in his pockets, Andy crossed the street and stood in front of you three.

“Where’s Jason?” His voice was deep as if he was keeping himself from crying.

You looked up at him, suddenly sympathetic, understanding of Jason’s motives. “He didn’t make it. I-I’m sorry.”

Andy’s eyes shot from his shoes to your eyes. “You’re lying. What did you do to him?!”

“I didn’t do anything,” You replied, somewhat calmly. “I’m sorry, Andy. Go home.”

For a moment, he looked like he wanted to punch you. Then he turned around, went back to Jason’s car, and got in the passenger side. You looked away as he started to cry, partially out of embarrassment and partially out of sympathy. Headlights glowed down the road and you turned to see the Winnebago turning the corner. You forced yourself to your feet, then pulled Lucas and Erica to their feet.

Steve parked the RV on the side of the road and killed the engine, to your surprise. The door swung open and you waited until everyone was out of the RV, but you only counted four pairs of feet, not five like you expected. Swinging your head up, you noticed who was missing. Where the hell was Eddie?

Steve’s eyes connected with yours, brimming with tears and sympathy. “Y/n…” He held out his arms and you rushed towards him.

“Where’s Eddie?” You held back tears, just as everyone else did. “Steve. Where’s my brother?”

“Where’s Max?” You heard Nancy ask Lucas.

“Sh-she’s at the hospital,”

“You might need this.” Steve opened his hand to you and you took your inhaler from his hand. “Y/n, I’m so sorry.”

“No, Steve,” A sob pushed its way out of your throat. “Don’t lie to me, it’s not a joke. Where’s Eddie?”

Steve shook his head and a tear traced its way down his cheek.

“No--no, you’re lying! You’re lying!” Air whistled through your lungs and you pulled the trigger on the inhaler, the medicine uselessly escaping into the air.

Steve lunged for the inhaler and snatched the inhaler out of your grip, despite your protest, and forced it between your lips. He pressed the trigger, forcing you to breathe properly, and hugged you tightly.

You pushed uselessly at his chest, “No, get off. You lied to me, I hate you, I hate you.” Tears streamed in an unbroken river down your cheeks, staining your’s and Steve’s shirts.

You could feel Steve’s tears wetting your hair. “I’m sorry, Y/n, I’m so sorry.” He comfortingly rubbed your back and you clutched at his jacket, clenching it tightly in your fist. When you finally pulled away, your fingers were stiff and you were sure that your face was tear-stained and red.

“Did you at least bring him back?” You watched for any sign that they had, an imperceptible nod of some sort, but Steve shook his head, forlorn. “You left him in the Upside Down?!” You shoved Steve backward. “You left him in that nightmare? What the hell’s wrong with you?!” You punched Steve’s chest multiple times until he grabbed your wrists and pulled you close again. “You bastard! You’re useless, I can’t trust you to do anything! Eddie trusted you to kill Vecna and you couldn’t even do that, he died and you failed!” The venom in your words stung, you knew, but you couldn’t stop, despite the guilt. “You failed and Max died, you goddamn bastard!” Your voice rose, words contorting into knife-sharp shapes as you continued to yell obscenities at the poor boy. “Asshole!”

A rough hand covered your mouth, forcing you to stop yelling. “Jesus Christ, Y/n. I know, you’re mad. I’d be upset, too. But that doesn’t give you license to swear at me on the sidewalk. Eddie was my friend. I’m just as mad as you are.”

“I-I’m not mad! I’m hurt and it’s not fair that you left Eddie there, in the Upside Down, all by himself.”

“What was I supposed to do? Leave Dustin there with his body?!”

“No! But you can’t leave by himself, he hates being alone, Steve. It’s not fair.” You took a deep breath and stopped crying. In a softer voice, you said, “You could have brought him back, at least.”

Six months later

Max’s breathing was steady, and her heart rate was stable. As far as you knew, she was going to wake up within the next year or so. Some coma patients could hear when they were unconscious, but the doctors didn’t know if Max could, so they assumed she couldn’t. That’s what they had told you, that she couldn’t hear. The whole town thought that Eddie had hurt her, had nearly killed her, but they knew that Eddie was dead. They assumed because of the “earthquake.” Lucas had stopped visiting Max after the first month and you had taken his place. You didn’t read to her or tell her about your day, you just sat by her side and wished you could hold her hand. The cast was no longer around her arm, but if anyone saw you…

Oh, screw it. You picked up Max’s hand. Her skin was warm and the weight of her hand in yours felt nice, but you didn’t know what Max would say if she were awake and you took her hand in yours. Then, the slightest bit of pressure on your hand. It wasn’t just the warmth and weight of Max’s hand, you realized. Max exhaled sharply and your eyes travelled up to hers. Her blue eyes glistened, and God, was she pretty, even under the harsh hospital lights.

“Y/n?” Max’s voice cracked, almost like a walkie-talkie. It was the first time she’d said anything in six months, so the words must’ve hurt to say, must’ve scratched her throat on the way out.

“Yeah, Max, it’s me,” You made to take your hand from hers’ covertly, but Max threaded your fingers together and squeezed your hand. “How you feeling?” You turned your head away from hers’ in an attempt to hide your blush.

“I’ve been… better,” Max smiled. “Y/n, l-look at me.”

You obeyed, turning your head to face her again. Her red hair seemed firey, her eyes alight. “I swear to God, you’re a goddess.”

Max’s mouth dropped open. “What?”

“Shit.” You dropped your eyes to the bed, “I’m sorry.”

“If you meant it, I’ll take it as a compliment.”

You blushed. “No, I mean, yeah, I did mean it, but I meant I’m sorry that we didn’t… save you. We tried, really, but I crushed your tape player. I’m so sorry, Max, I know it was probably awful.”

Max scooted over and patted the bed beside her. “It’s okay.”

You shifted into the bed beside her, trying not to sit on the IV or the medicine drip that was tucked into her arm. “Doesn’t make me any less sorry.”

Max squeezed your hand again. “What does this mean?” She raised your interlocked hands.

“I think you think it means something different than me,” You mumbled, looking down.

“I know what you think it means,” Max tucked a hand under your chin and turned your head to her again. “And I like you, too.”

You reddened. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about--” And then her lips were on yours. Shocked, you pulled away. “But what about Lucas? You and him--”

Max put a finger against your lips. “Being in a coma gave me lots of time to reflect, Y/n.” Max grinned, “And I know now that I had wanted to go on that date with you.”

“With me?” This was unbelievable. The Max Mayfield wanted to go out with Y/n “The Freak” Munson?

“Only if you want to,” Max suddenly seemed smaller, more fragile, and she looked away. “Sorry.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“No, no, Max, I do want to go out with you, I was just surprised. I didn’t think you liked me like that.”

“I didn’t know until I heard Robin talking in the RV. The day that I… died.” You winced, but she continued, “And I was so confused. I thought I was just feeling normal best friend feelings for you, but then I remembered I never felt that way with El… Y/n, I love you.”

Your body propelled you forward, into her lips. She sat for a second, then she kissed you back.

Melting into the kiss, you pushed everything you felt for her into your lips as her tongue swiped along your bottom lip. Parting your lips, you felt her tongue on yours and-- the heart monitor went off, indicating that Max’s heart rate was above 90 bpm. You pulled away, grinning, and reached for her wrist.

“Feeling okay there, Max?” You could feel her pulse pounding, you knew it was going as fast as yours.

“Yeah, I-I’m okay,”

“And, for the record, I love you, too,” You were leaning in to kiss her again when the door flew open. In the doorway stood a dark figure. The person had dark, bloodshot eyes and a pained expression on their face. They stepped into Max’s room and grinned, showing bloodstained teeth. You took them in for a moment, then you flew to their side.

“Oh my God, Eddie!” Hugging him tightly, you could smell blood on his clothes, and in his hair, and the air suddenly wasn’t enough for your lungs. “Je-Jesus Christ, you’re alive!” You coughed, and then Eddie was leading you over to the chair you’d been sitting in and rooting through your bag for your inhaler. He triggered it for you because you refused to let go of him.

“Yeah, kind of,” Eddie rubbed your back comfortingly. “Hey, Red.”

“Hi,” Max’s voice was soft, her face red. “You didn’t--”

“See you guys kissing? No, no way.”

Your face heated up, “I hate you.”

“You were just saying how happy you were that I was alive.” Eddie kissed the top of your head.

“And I am, but I can still hate you. Don’t tell anyone, okay?”

“I won’t. I can’t stick around long, anyway.”

“What? Why not?”

“He knows I’m gone and he’ll assume that I went to warn you about his plan.”

“What? Who--”

“He, as in Vecna?” Max’s face was dark, her stony expression practically unreadable.

“Yeah.”

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biillys · 2 years

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st4vol2 dropping at 5pm my time tomorrow and i was like okay that's chill that's literally actually good timing for me cos i'm completely free it's all good and now in the past 10 minutes alone i've got my sister calling me like hey wanna chill tomorrow night once the kids are in bed around 7:30? some drinks some movies? and like obviously i'm not gonna say no, so. then my brother was like hey! wanna go to the movies! at 6:30! do ppl not know that billy hargrove and max mayfield are possibly getting reunited tomorrow??? is this not on everyone's calendars???

#why this friday of ALL fridays #anyway billy confirmed coming back becos theres literally no other reason why i'd suddenly have to postpone watching #unless all my dreams are gonna be coming true #at least i can start it? then pause then come back and press play #m #text

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threeimagineryboys · 2 years

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i do love the fact that no matter what the duffel bags wrote in their script finn still managed to portray mike wheeler as gay

because no one can tell me they actually bought mike’s love confession to eleven after all this mutual pining after one another, finn i see what you did and i respect you for it

duffel bags you are not just bad writers if you don’t make them canon in s5. the clearly queer character in love with their best friend trope is h*mophopic you have something real here to work with just do it you cowards the actors already are smh

#finn wolfhard #mike wheeler #byler #will byers #noah schnapp #stranger things #st4vol2 #stranger things 4 #stranger things 4 vol 2 #duffel bags #duffer brothers

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hepaidattention · 2 years

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oh my god I have a huge st5 theory and I have to share. warning: spoilers over stranger things s4 coming.

so we all know how the ending of st4vol2 was the most devastating and I am emotionally traumatized, right? Max Mayfield is my baby and I am so mad what they did to her. I've been irrationally angry since I watched the finale, until I realized something today... why? why would they do this?

it seems so pointless to almost kill Max, to then just leave her brain dead. its so pointless like let her die or let her live I'm not a fan of this weird in-between. (they also made it strangely specific how they show us that El brought her back through memories.)

but then I'm realizing I'm not thinking rationally: this is a Hopper all over again. they didn't really kill Max because they don't want her to stay dead. they're gonna bring her back. but then the question is how???? she's literally gone it's just her body left. how??

guys, though. dude. so Vecna needed these sacrifices right, but we thought he needed the whole physical sacrifice, yet we see with Max coming back to life physically that he doesn't seem to need the physical body to be dead - he just needed her consciousness.

Vecna is obviously very connected with people minds, their memories, their conscious. he can control all of the upside down, he even controlled Will. point being that he just needs mind's. he needed Max's mind.

remember how in Vecnas little mind layer thing, other victims were there? hooked up like he was draining the life out of them? using them?

Max's consciousness is being USED and being held CAPTIVE by Vecna. Which means if the gang can get a way in, they can somehow return her mind to her body. a good solid way in would be with someone who's already connected to Vecna ... cough cough Will.

we also seen in vol2 that El can control the upsidedown consciousness of Vecna. she's uses her powers to make the vines let go of her, like she had control over them. which says to me she has the power to release Max from Vecnas hold. (I also have a theory that 8 will return to defeat Vecna with El, needing both of their mind bending powers to overpower him).

releasing Max could then weaken Vecna, OR it could be more something like killing Vecna is how they release her. no matter what I am now convinced that Max isn't dead, her consciousness is just being held captive by Vecna himself.

El seeing that Max is gone consciously, and having seen the victims in Vecnas mind, AND with Will being connected to him, they could easily come to the conclusion that she's still alive. I can easily see half the party trying to fight a upsidedown war, while the other party is trying to find a way into Vecnas mind so they can rescue Max. if Max came back mid to late season then SHE could be their way into finally defeating him because she would know him better than Will.

anyway that's my little rant,

end of theory!

#stranger things spoilers #stranger things #st4 #st5 #st5 theory #max mayfield #st4 spoilers #im like actually obsessed with this theory #cant stop thinking abiut it #watch me go start a fic i will never finish writing just so i can sleep

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tsukina-1-9-9-8 · 2 years

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Vampire Eddie: I wanna suck every last drop of you. *hand on your throat*

Yn: Drop of what?

Vampire Eddie: ... Wanna risk to find out?

#eddie munson #vampire eddie munson #eddie munson vampire #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson chat #eddie munson x reader #netflix stranger things #st4 #stranger things 4 #stranger things #st4vol2 #st4volume2

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echosrobotarm · 2 years

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i’m seeing a lot of disappointment from st4vol2, and while valid criticisms have been made, i want to talk about will, and my thoughts on his character this season.

obviously spoiler alert for season 4, volumes 1 and 2

in my opinion, will is as close to the edge of the closet as he could feasibly get, given the time period and the state of everything in his life. this was 1986, “sodomy” was still technically illegal in some states, and gay marriage wasn’t even close to being on the table.

it’s now 2022. we’ve come miles from where we were in the 80s in terms of acceptance, but still the lgbtq+ community receives all grades of vile shit on the daily.

i’m only out to one of my friends. i have friends across the sexuality spectrum, friends i know would accept me with opens arms if i told them, and still i haven’t managed to come out to them, let alone my family.

now imagine you’re will byers. zombie kid. adoptive brother to your best friend’s girlfriend. adoptive brother to your best friend’s girlfriend, the best friend you’re secretly in love with. at the tender age of maybe 14 years old, your life has been uprooted and changed in incomprehensible ways, and you’ve hardly reached puberty yet (in the show, obv mr schnapp is well on his way to being a man, cute sweet thing that he is).

now, your life has just been uprooted for the 4th time, your family is scattered, and you are now on the run with your stoner, ptsd-riddled bro, his stoner bestie, and your best friend while on the way to find said best friend’s girlfriend, the one who is basically family to you at this point.

it’s not even a question of being gay at that point, it then becomes “how do i tell my best friend i’m in love with him when he’s in love with my adoptive sister?” will is an exceptionally sensitive kid. empath to the nth degree. he feels things very deeply and wears his emotions on his sleeve. the last thing he ever wants is to see his friends or family hurting, and to possibly drive a wedge between his best friend and his sister just isn’t something he’d do, hence why i don’t think he’d tell mike about his feelings for him.

jonathan obviously knows will is gay. the finale made that pretty clear with their talk.

we obviously know he’s gay. we’ve grown up with his character, seen ourselves in his behavior, especially since they’ve dialed it up to 11 in this last season.

i would never try to speak on behalf of others, especially not in our current social climate, however, for me, i can honestly say that will came out in every way that mattered to me. his conversation with jonathan had me sobbing. will is so loved. so so very loved. i’m just hoping that with season 5 on the horizon, he’ll finally feel comfortable enough and have the peace of mind enough to decide to come out to mike and the others.

they’ll never make byler canon, y’all have to know that. but, we could very easily get canon gay will in the last season, and that is all i can hope for at this point.

yes, we got robin in season 3, while she was literally under a truth serum. do you really think even for a second that if her and steve hadn’t been drugged that she’d have come out then and there? because i don’t. yes, her and steve had effectively just forged an incredibly deep trauma bond on top of their budding work friendship, but in the 1980s, i don’t think she’d have felt comfortable enough to come out to him of her own volition had these extra things not been going on. especially when we think about keith and eddie and pretty much everyone else who wasn’t part of the cool crowd when steve was in school. they all thought he was a massive douche. robin was aware of steve’s reputation, knew that he was widely regarded as king douchebag. yes, she moved past this and became his friend, but i would be very hesitant to trust someone like that with my deepest secret back then.

while on the subject of robin, she means so so very much to me. maya hawke does a phenomenal job and it’s been so beautiful and frankly inspiring to have a canon lesbian character who isn’t just some lame side character with no dialogue or purpose as a character other than just being gay and checking the diversity box. she’s smart, insightful even. she’s beautiful but not to the detriment of her intelligence like is so often done with female characters. she has flaws, and she owns them. she’s witty, brave, and unfailingly loyal to her friends, all while being a non-offensive representation of a wlw (in my opinion). if i had a big sister, i’d give anything for her to be like robin.

anyways, in conclusion, will is as out to me as robin is. just because he hasn’t said “i’m gay” doesn’t make him any less out to us, the audience. his actions speak volumes, and i love him with my entire heart. he’s been my favorite of the kids from the start, and i just hope he gets a satisfying end to his story in season 5.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #st4 volume 2 #st4 spoilers #st4 vol1 #will byers #will byers is gay #will byers is in love with mike wheeler #will byers my beloved #robin buckley #maya hawke #noah schnapp #stranger things will

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