#stranger things 4

[rentherainbringer]

It's giving Eddie Munson

[bylertruth3r]

They're being so obvious about promoting the willelmike love triangle 😭, and why would they do that if Mike decides to stay with El? (He won't), they chose a scene where Mike basically chose Will (s5 foreshadowing)

they're promoting the willelmike love triangle 🙂‍↕️ they're gonna be the main love triangle in s5 and they chose a scene where after this Mike stays with Will (s5 foreshadowing, Mike is gonna start dating Will), remember that it's basically been confirmed that Will is gonna have a boyfriend in s5 and they chose to make Will spend s5 with Mike

[megalony]

Bring Her Back

This is a new Eddie Munson imagine, it's my first imagine where reader has powers like Eleven so I hope you will all like it.

Please let me know what you think.

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Summary: (Y/n) tries to use her powers to help find any clues about Vecna, but when things go wrong, no one knows what to do. And Eddie feels like the only one who cares about his girlfriends wellbeing.

Enjoy.

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Tiredness raged through Eddie's system as he battled to try and open his eyes and look around the room. He prepared himself to look through the darkness, to try and make out the different objects scattered about his room and the posters and pictures lining the walls in the dark. But surprise lit up his face when he realised there was light.

It took him longer than it should have to work out that the light wasn't seeping through the curtains, telling him that it was morning already. The light was artificial, glowing from the lopsided lamp resting on the table next to his bed. Morning hadn't snuck up on him again, it was still late into the night.

A frown spread across his face when he lifted his head from the pillow and brushed his tangled hair behind his shoulders so he could see what was going on. And a sigh parted his dry lips when he looked up.

"Are you gonna try and get some sleep?" His voice was thick with sleep and gruff from only just waking up.

He pushed himself up to sit beside (Y/n) who was propped up against the headboard with one of Eddie's magazines resting on her lap. She didn't look all that invested in reading what it had to say, she didn't look like she was actually here. The look in her eyes was as if her body was here but her mind and soul were a million lightyears away.

"Not yet."

(Y/n) tore her eyes away from the magazine so she could turn to the left and press a quick kiss against Eddie's temple. He knew what she was doing. She wanted him to lay down and go back to sleep so he wouldn't know when or indeed if she managed to fall asleep after him.

"Babe, you're tired, I can tell."

(Y/n) bit down on her tongue to stop herself from trying to deny it. Lying to Eddie wasn't worth it when he always knew if she wasn't telling the truth. And what good would denying it do? They both knew he was right, they both knew she was exhausted beyond belief and that her body was crying out for sleep. It was (Y/n)'s mind that was preventing that from happening.

When he took the magazine from her lap and tossed it somewhere on the floor, (Y/n) sank her teeth down into her bottom lip and let her eyes bore into the poster opposite the bed.

She didn't want to go to sleep. She didn't want to lie down in the darkness and wait for bad things to happen. (Y/n) didn't want to risk going back to that place again when she closed her eyes.

Her arms coiled into her chest when Eddie looped a careful arm over her waist and perched his chin on her shoulder. The way he looked at her made (Y/n) want to melt and cry at the same time and she kept her gaze on the poster so she didn't crumble beneath those chocolate eyes.

"I don't want to go to sleep." Her words were as soft and lulling as a whisper on the wind, but they held such weight that it caused stones to settle in the pit of Eddie's stomach.

He sighed into her skin and tilted his head down to press a tender kiss against the junction between her shoulder and neck.

"Have you actually slept at all this week?"

The hidden meaning behind Eddie's words was clear and (Y/n) felt the way he sighed into her neck when she didn't answer him.

She hadn't had a full night's sleep since the incident at Nancy's house last week. (Y/n) had barely managed two hours a night since then, if she was lucky. The first two nights since the incident, (Y/n) didn't sleep at all. She stayed up with a movie playing in the background or just crying into the darkness.

Sleep didn't feel safe anymore. Not when closing her eyes made her vulnerable to the darkness that had tried to take her. It didn't matter that (Y/n) had only been lost in that darkness, those memories, for minutes, barely accounting to half an hour. It had felt like she had been stuck for days, weeks. The darkness enclosed around her. The things she had seen scarred her mind. She barely managed to get back from that trance-like state and every time she closed her eyes, (Y/n) felt like she was putting herself back in that situation.

She didn't know how Eleven slept at night when it felt so prominent and dangerously close to going into that mind space where both girls tried to search for people using their powers.

"Babe, you need to sleep." Eddie stiffened and waited in uncertainty when (Y/n) started to move. For a dreaded moment, he thought she was about to climb out of bed and walk away. He thought she was going to go into the living room and discard this whole conversation.

But he was taken by surprise when she turned around to face him and burrowed down into his chest instead. Her head tucked beneath his chin and her arms bound around his chest as she curled up into his side like a frightened kitten seeking protection and reassurance.

He attached his lips to the top of her head as both arms bound around her waist and he began to feather his fingers up and down her waist.

"I'm scared," (Y/n) closed her eyes tight, cringing that she even thought these things, let alone that she was telling Eddie. "I c- I couldn't get back, Eddie. I fell through memory after memory, t- then nothing. No noise, nothing around me… it was like I was falling, endlessly."

(Y/n) didn't have to connect the dots for Eddie to see where she was going with this, and she was glad. She was glad she didn't have to explicitely say that she was afraid that when she closed her eyes, it would all happen again. She had been lost in the darkness. One moment she was falling through so many memories, some belonging to Chrissy, some belonging to Vecna. Then there was nothing.

She could feel herself shaking, feel her body going on overdrive and her mind raging and scattering and it wouldn't stop. It hurt so much. And now, when (Y/n) tried to sleep she woke up in fright like she had flatlined and been brought back to life again.

She was afraid of going to sleep and not being able to find her way back to reality again.

She felt Eddie murmuring "Okay," into her hair before his arms slowly unravelled from her and he shuffled out of bed. Her eyes followed him, curious and suddenly afraid of what he was doing. But at least he wasn't telling her she was being silly, that was her biggest worry. That was why she hadn't told anyone else.

She couldn't tell her parents for obvious reasons, and she didn't want to tell anyone in the group and have them pity her or tell her that she was being silly. That it wouldn't happen as she had never become lost like that when she went to sleep so it would never happen. But Eddie was different. He wouldn't say things like that and he was nothing if understanding of other people's problems.

Uncertainty blossomed in (Y/n)'s eyes as she watched Eddie rummage around the floor which admittedly wasn't as clean as when (Y/n) usually came over. Eddie had a strange system in his room, it looked ungodly and messy, but he knew where every item was. But whenever (Y/n) came round, he tried to make it look tidy and tried to put things away. He hadn't bothered tidying today.

He scanned the floor until he found the worn grey box filled with cassette tapes and he crouched down at the foot of the bed to scan through the box. It took Eddie a few moments to search through his music to try and find a tape that would fit what he was about to do.

Once he found one, he grabbed his tape player and placed it down on the floor beside the bed and plugged it in.

(Y/n)'s eyes narrowed as she suddenly heard one of Eddie's mix tapes sound throughout the bedroom. He adjusted the volume until it was low enough that he would be able to sleep, but still prominent to serve as background noise. This particular tape had a lot of guitar solos and less singing and lyrics, and the drums were rather heavy and collateral so the beats would echo through the room and make it seem louder on particular songs.

When Eddie crawled back into bed, he laid on his back with one arm tucked behind his head and his right arm stretched out towards (Y/n). She took the invitation happily and inched across until she was tucked up into his side with her cheek pressing down against his chest.

"We're gonna listen to mix tapes all night?"

"Hm, no." Eddie mused with a soft grin as he nuzzled his lips and nose into her hair. "We're gonna try and get some sleep, babe."

(Y/n) didn't know that Eddie would be able to sleep with music on in the background serving as a great distraction. He was always so wired that (Y/n) presumed this would keep him awake, and she still didn't want to sleep no matter how her body was crying out for rest and recovery.

"We're gonna sleep with the music playing and the lamp on, so that you won't be in darkness, and you'll have something to focus on if you think you're gonna get lost. You can find your way back to me."

Eddie didn't know what he could do to try and make this easier for (Y/n) because he knew her fears were valid. She might not have ever gone into one of those trance states while she was sleeping, but what happened last week at Nancy's house had never gone so horribly wrong like that before. It had frightened everyone.

So if (Y/n) was afraid of going to sleep, then Eddie would do anything in his power that he thought might make the transition easier for (Y/n).

He hoped that having the light on would stop her mind from even debating going into one of those trances because to do that she usually wore a blindfold. The light would be distracting. And he prayed the music would keep her mind here, with him.

And if (Y/n) did drift, there would be a light for her to she wouldn't be in the dark and the light and music would give her something to ground herself to and find her way back to Eddie.

He was sure he heard her murmuring "Thank you," into his chest and it made him smile into her hair as he tightened his arm around her and squeezed her against his chest.

But even as his own mind started to calm and drift off, he couldn't help but think back to what happened last week and how things had gone horribly wrong. That night had changed everything. Was (Y/n) ever going to be able to get a full night's sleep again? Would she start to sleep with background noise or music for the rest of her life?

That night had traumatised her, and it broke Eddie's heart.

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(Y/n) looked down at the red and gold bandana in the palm of her hands that was supposed to make do as a blindfold. The material felt even softer between her fingers than she remembered, almost as if she were touching gold thread.

She was so used to seeing the material tied around Eddie's forehead or hanging in his back pocket that actually holding the bandana in her hands felt strange and surreal. But she needed something to use as a blindfold. And before Nancy had chance to run upstairs to her room to find a scarf, Eddie had whipped the signature bandana from his back pocket and placed it into (Y/n)'s lap.

This had been so much easier before, when she did this to find Billy with Eleven or when she was simply trying to better her intuitive powers and search for friends.

(Y/n) wasn't used to being the one to do this. It had been Eleven who had found Will and who ultimately found Billy. It was her who always wore the blindfold and went searching through the minds to find who or what they were looking for.

This felt more like a party trick where (Y/n) was concerned, she felt like she was still learning her trade and was only good to show off when playing games with friends. But this wasn't a game. This was serious. They were trying to find out what was harming and effectively killing the kids at school, and (Y/n) wished there was another way of doing this.

But Eleven wasn't here. Mike and Will weren't here and they were running out of ideas and places to go to find clues and answers.

Her thumbs began to glide across the soft red fabric before she lifted her head and looked around the group.

It felt strange to be the one sitting in the middle of this makeshift circle that seemed to happen without any of them realising it. Usually Eleven was the one in the centre of everything, (Y/n) preferred sitting on the outskirts. This made her feel like the centre of attention at a party, and that was her worst nightmare.

She looked over at Steve, Robin and Dustin who were all sat in front of her and she could see Nancy out the corner of her eye, sitting on her left. She couldn't see Max who was somewhere behind her next to Nancy, and she couldn't see Eddie either, but she didn't need to. She could feel him hovering closer than anyone else like he wanted to sit in this makeshift circle with her.

"What… what exactly am I looking for?" The nervousness was clear in (Y/n)'s voice as she looked around the group.

She couldn't do this if she didn't know what she was supposed to be searching for. (Y/n) didn't know what kind of clues she was supposed to search out. Nancy or Dustin would be better at this, but alas, it was (Y/n) who had the abilities no matter how often she wished she didn't.

"Anything to do with Vecna."

Dustin's words made (Y/n)'s shoulders slump and her lips parted into a frown. How did that help? How on Earth was she supposed to do that?

"You do know how this works, if I don't know what he looks like, how do you expect me to find him?" There was a sharp edge to her otherwise deflated words and she glanced back down to the bandana that felt like a pendant keeping her grounded.

They didn't even know the name of this 'entity' that they were sure was causing all of this havoc. They only named him Vecna because it matched one of the characters from the DnD book. They knew absolutely nothing about him, his name, what he looked like, who he really was or what he was or why he was doing this. They were blank on almost everything and that made it very hard for (Y/n) to do this.

She couldn't very well start searching if she didn't know what she was supposed to be looking for. She had been trained to search with her mind by locating people from pictures. They had no picture of Vecna.

"Uh, should- should we really be trying to find him? Isn't this dangerous?" Eddie hated to be the downer on the group, he really did. He wasn't usually the one sat in the corner voicing concerns, he was usually the mad one leading the rabble into strange games and dares. Or when things got too real and risky, Eddie would quietly back away and turn his back at the first sign of true, real danger.

But this was regarding (Y/n), and she changed Eddie's perspective on just about everything.

He didn't want (Y/n) to feel like she had to do this and he didn't want her to be doing this if it was going to put her in danger or cause problems. What kind of problems, Eddie had no idea, but he didn't want any repercussions because of what they were doing. None of them were experts and they weren't exactly well knowledged. Whatever the guys had gone through before with this other worldly, upside down theory, it wasn't the same this time. And that made Eddie nervous.

"What about Chrissy?"

All eyes flitted across to Max who had her fingers tapping on her crossed legs and her long ginger hair just about to fall from its bobble at the nape of her neck.

"I think she's dead." Sarcasm clung to Robin's words as she frowned and looked to Max like the young girl didn't know where she was or what she was talking about.

They were all sat here because Chrissy was dead, she had been found in the woods, looking like she had been dropped off the edge of a cliff with how mangled and disorientated each limb was. They couldn't exactly ask (Y/n) to go and find a dead girl and ask her through her mind what she thought was happening and what Vecna looked like and what they should be searching for.

"No, there could be a memory of her somewhere in there, a memory of what she saw before she died. That could give us a clue." Nancy motioned her hand as she spoke like she was winding up an invisible toy to get her point across.

Wherever (Y/n) went when she started to search for people through her mind and her powers, it was sort of like the upside down. It was here, but not here at the same time. It was darkness and puddles of water and an image of a person she was searching for.

There might well be a memory of Chrissy, wherever (Y/n) went when she looked for people. And if she found that memory, she might just be able to see what Chrissy had seen and give them some clue. Any little token (Y/n) could find would help them on this strange quest.

(Y/n) nodded and tried her best to smile. Chrissy would be easier to search for than whatever and wherever Vecna was. At least (Y/n) knew what Chrissy looked like and if she couldn't find a faint memory of her, then it wouldn't be (Y/n)'s fault.

"Okay."

With a deep breath, she looked across to Steve who turned around and grabbed the radio behind him.

They were all in the basement of the Wheeler house, sat on the rug in the centre of the room like they were trying to perform some strange séance.

Steve sat the radio in between his legs and started fiddling with the tuner until it wasn't plugged into any specific station. Instead of music, a crackling display of static blundered through the air on a quiet low frequency and it was almost calming to listen to. Steve could understand why this would help put (Y/n) into some trance-like state, it was something he himself could easily fall asleep to.

(Y/n) took another deep breath and fidgeted from left to right, making sure she was comfy and her crossed legs weren't going numb before she lifted the bandana. But before she had chance to tie it around her head, she felt a set of firm ringed fingers clamp down on either shoulder.

The feeling of Eddie's hair tickled the back of her neck as his chin hovered over her shoulder and his lips attached to the shell of her ear. It didn't look like a very intimate act to the rest of the group, but to (Y/n), it sent her heart haywire to feel her boyfriend so close and clearly so nervous.

"Are you sure about this?"

If she didn't want to do this or had any doubts then Eddie would tell the group to back off. He didn't care, he would happily tell them that they couldn't just plate all of this responsibility and guilt onto (Y/n) and force her to do this if she didn't want to. She wasn't obligated to help them, she wasn't a lab rat or a toy to be messed with whenever they needed her.

But when (Y/n) nodded, Eddie tightened his hands on her shoulders and sighed against her ear. Part of him had been hoping she would shake her head or whisper that she was afraid and didn't want to do this, because he didn't want her to.

Eddie had never seen (Y/n) do this before and he didn't like the sound of her wandering in a dark place, trying to find memories and clues. It didn't seem safe.

Eddie muttered a soft "Alright babe," and took the bandana from her hands, making sure it was folded in half so it would block out the orange glow of the main light and the two lamps in either corner of the room. He tied the red cloth at the back of her head and leaned over her shoulder to press a tender kiss to the nape of her neck.

He went to shuffle back into the circle beside Max and Dustin, but he paused when (Y/n)'s arm quickly flung around behind her. Her hand curled around his wrist, preventing him from moving too far away.

She wanted some sort of touch to ground herself, something to keep her calm and stop her from panicking or overthinking. Eddie would keep her calm.

He shuffled forward again until he was knelt behind her, his knees close to her bum and his eyes trained on the knot in the bandana at the back of her head. He gently wriggled his hand around until their fingers were entwined and (Y/n) was holding his hand instead of his wrist. He began to glide his thumb across the back of her hand in a rhythmic motion like he was strumming the strings of his guitar.

There was no denying that Eddie didn't like this situation, his displeasure was clearly written across his face. He found it hard enough to wrap his mind around the fact that his girlfriend had 'powers' like the kind they read about and made up in their game nights. But actually seeing her do this and seeing her so nervous, it didn't sit well with Eddie.

(Y/n) always hated this part. She hated being surrounded by darkness, yet still being able to see. She hated having nothing around her, as if she had been dumped onto a world of nothing. No air, no noise, no people, no tress or grass or mud roads. No windows or doors, no way of escaping because there was nothing to escape; everything was one long stretch of darkness with a floor that was always lightly coated with water like an endless puddle.

Finding people wasn't always easy, they didn't always appear in front of her. Sometimes (Y/n) had to search for them. Sometimes people didn't want to be found.

When seconds ticked by into a minute, Dustin leaned forward, unable to stop himself from muttering "Anything?" in the hope that (Y/n) was able to see or find something out.

A round of wide eyes and loose jaws flooded the circle when (Y/n) nodded and they all heard Chrissy's name part from her lips like a whisper on the wind. She had found her. This was a big step in the right direction. They might be able to find a clue, they might just be able to learn something now that (Y/n) was around Chrissy.

"She was scared… I- I think she was hallucinating."

Everyone seemed to lock eyes with each other like they were trying to pass secret messages and communications without words. What could Chrissy have been afraid of? What did (Y/n) see to make her think that Chrissy had been hallucinating?

"What did she see?"

(Y/n) felt Nancy's voice near her ear. She could feel the words travelling through the darkness, connecting her to the real world while she was wandering through this one. And she could still feel Eddie's thumb gliding along the back of her hand, although when (Y/n) looked down, there was nothing there. Of course there wasn't; he wasn't in here with her.

What she saw confused her.

"A clock, an old antique, she sees it everywhere." It was some kind of omen.

(Y/n)'s head tilted to one side as she walked behind Chrissy, following her through the woods that had emerged when she found Chrissy. A memory. It wasn't often that (Y/n) got to look through people's memories this way, she usually found someone and listened to what they were saying or tried to guess where they were. Seeing someone else's memories was like she was stepping into their world. It was a priviledge.

There was something about that clock that (Y/n) didn't like. The strike of the hour was wrong. It sounded like the chimes were going in reverse and the clock itself looked broken. It was following Chrissy everywhere. She saw it at school. At home. She heard the ticking late at night. She could see the clock now, here, in the woods.

When a gasp tumbled past (Y/n)'s slightly parted lips and her body stiffened, everyone leaned forward.

Eddie felt the way she tightened her grip on his hand and he inched forwards, resting his left hand on her hip as he tried to stay close but not too close. He didn't want to prove a distraction or get in the way.

"What?"

"She wants to show me something." (Y/n) was talking so slow, as if she was talking through a tape that was being replayed at a slower speed. And there was something soft and distant in her voice like she was a thousand miles away when she was really sat right here in front of them all.

It didn't feel like a good idea.

(Y/n) could feel goosebumps prickling on her skin when Chrissy whipped around as if she had caught a stalker in the midst of following her. (Y/n) felt like hiding, but what could she do? This was a memory, and that was only an essence of Chrissy, a ghost of a memory.

Her eyes were cloudy, like grey marbles that had been slotted into her head and were slightly bulging from their sockets. Her jaw looked like it was cracked and hanging down to one side so that she couldn't close her mouth. Each time she moved her arm or bent her fingers, some part of her joints crackled and snapped like she was breaking out of a cast.

It didn't feel right to reach out and take Chrissy's outstretched hand, but (Y/n) didn't feel able to refuse. No one else could see this last essence of Chrissy, (Y/n) would be the last person to see this part of her, this essence of consciousness. And if Chrissy wanted to show her something, (Y/n) was obligated to listen.

So she reached out for her hand. Chrissy's grip was intense, her fingers were cold and dry and the skin was starting to crack like flaking wallpaper. Her touch was callous yet fierce and the way she yanked on (Y/n)'s hand to pull her closer made (Y/n) want to retreat.

The way Chrissy's jaw unhinged and dropped down made (Y/n) grimace and she could feel tears welling up in her eyes as she watched Chrissy's mouth loosen and drop wider like a gaping cavity. And suddenly her eyes were no longer grey like glossed marbles, they were gone. Leaving gaping bloodied holes in their wake.

With a swift tug of her arm, (Y/n) was yanked forward and the memory of the woods Chrissy had been in when she died was gone.

She was falling. Falling. Falling.

She wanted to scream, but no noise left her mouth. Her arms flailed but there was nothing to reach out for, nothing to hold on to. There was just darkness as she fell and tumbled and silently screamed into the darkness.

But then she landed.

A hiss emitted from Eddie's lips when he felt (Y/n)'s hand suddenly clenching around his own. It felt like her nails were ripping through his skin and she squeezed so much that his knuckles creaked and started to push together. If she held him any tighter she was going to pop his knuckles out of place and cut off the circulation to his fingers.

But it was the way (Y/n)'s head suddenly jolted back that made Eddie shudder and caused everyone to freeze.

What was she doing? What kind of memory was Chrissy showing her? Was she even okay in there?

Eddie's arms jolted and his chest ached and tensed as (Y/n)'s body suddenly lost all composure and she jolted back like she had been electrified or even pushed. He surged forward and pressed his chest up against her back, catching her before she collided into him and knocked them both to the ground.

He encased his arms around her middle, his right hand still held in her death grip. He felt (Y/n)'s head rebounding against his left shoulder and he twisted to look down at her, confusion and terror building up in his eyes as he tried to see what the problem was. But he could feel each breath that (Y/n) took; she sounded like she was drowning, gasping for air.

Eddie had never seen her when she went into one of these trance-states, but by the panicked looks he was receiving, he guessed that this wasn't what usually happened. The only thing he knew was normal was the small droplet of blood trickling from her nostril. He had been warned that she would have the tiniest nosebleed, so at least that wasn't something they should be worrying about.

"(Y/n)?"

"(Y/n) what's wrong?"

The circle seemed to enclose around them, caging Eddie and (Y/n) in the centre so the group could try and see what she was doing and try to help. Nancy was cautious when she rested her hands on (Y/n)'s arm and shoulder, she knew that too much noise and touch could be distracting when (Y/n) was trying to do this, but something was clearly wrong.

"Babe? Hey, hey, talk to us."

When she didn't make a sound and didn't give any of them an answer, Eddie moved his left hand so he was cupping (Y/n)'s jaw. He tried to nudge her, to give some kind of stimulation to get her talking because they couldn't do anything if they didn't know what was going on.

The rabid look in Eddie's eyes was almost as frightening as seeing (Y/n) go unresponsive and begin to shake in his arms. Clearly nobody knew what was happening or what to do.

With his lips curling into a snarl, Eddie let go of her jaw and reached out for the bandana across her eyes. A quiet grumble of "Fuck this," spat past his lips as he ripped the bandana off and tossed it on the floor. He didn't care if this brought (Y/n) out of her trance and ruined whatever she was trying to see. Whatever was happening wasn't worth the panic and the discomfort it was clearly causing (Y/n).

Horror struck a cord within Eddie when he looked down at (Y/n)'s eyes. He had been pondering whether she kept her eyes open behind the bandana or whether she closed them while this happened. But he knew instinctively that right now, what she was doing wasn't normal.

Her eyes were shaking from left to right so fast it made Eddie's own eyes wince in pain. But her eyes were half rolled to the back of her head and they looked positively grey. That wasn't normal. It couldn't be.

Before Eddie had chance to try and ask Nancy what the Hell was happening, his arms jolted and he heard the group shrieking.

They all watched as that one droplet of blood from her nose turned into a river. A gushing, horrible river of blood that now poured from both nostrils and drenched her lips and down her chin. Eddie had been told to expect a small slither of blood, not a tidal wave. This wasn't normal. This had never happened before. They couldn't let (Y/n) stay in this trance, wherever she was. Whatever she was seeing was clearly doing something bad to her and they needed to bring her back.

"What's happening to her?" Steve knotted his hand into his hair at the back of his head and started to pull until it felt like he was going to rip out a clump of hair.

Was she having some kind of seizure? This had never happened before. Steve had seen (Y/n) do this twice and this reaction didn't occur and nothing like this had ever happened with Eleven either.

"Jesus Christ! Bring her back. How do you normally bring her back?!" The bitter tone in Eddie's voice made everyone shake and their worried eyes darted to him before looking at one another. The lack of response was enough to cause Eddie's snarl to worsen and a growl rumbled deep within his chest.

They didn't know.

"She- she just, comes back by herself. She's never done this before." Nancy's head shook along with her hands that were still gripping (Y/n)'s shoulders, trying in vain to rouse her and gain her attention to draw her friend back to reality.

They never had to bring (Y/n) back, they didn't know how on Earth to do that or if it was even possible to bring her back. (Y/n) wandered into that trance state and she always came back out rather easily. Sometimes she was shaken but she always came back to reality.

Dustin reached out for the radio in front of Steve and promptly turned it off. The background static was only going to help keep (Y/n) in that state and right now they needed her to come out of it.

They all seemed to break the circle they had been sitting in and scattered around, either moving closer or pushing back to create some space.

Eddie shuffled back until he was near the sofa and he eased (Y/n) off his chest until she was laid on her back on the floor. But his right hand remained in hers, mainly because (Y/n) had such a tight grip that he feared he would break his hand if he tried to escape her hold.

His other hand cupped the side of her face and tilted her head back so he could look down at her. He nudged his hair back over his shoulder so it wouldn't get in the way and he hovered over her, trying his best to wrack his brain for some idea of what to do and how to help her.

"Baby, baby come on now, come back. (Y/n)! (Y/n), I don't like this." He tried everything he could think of.

He dragged his thumb over her lower lip, something he knew drove (Y/n) wild. He shook her head and her shoulders, he patted her face to try and stimulate her and he even leaned over and began to click his fingers near her ear to try and get her back into some sense of focus. Nothing worked.

Her breathing was still shallow and raspy, her eyes were still jerking from side to side and almost completely rolled to the back of her head. Her body was still shaking and jittering against the floor.

"The radio."

"What?"

"The radio." Robin rasped as she scraped her knees on the carpet to grab the radio from Dustin. "Loud noise, it- I don't know, it might stimulate something or distract her and bring her back somehow."

She quickly turned it back on and began trying to tune into any station frequency she could find. It might not work, but Robin knew (Y/n) said no distractions as they would make her lose concentration and stop the trance. Loud music blasting close by would definitely count as a distraction and it might just help her find her way back.

A loud symphony of rock music blasted through the basement and had everyone cringing and cowering, but it didn't seem to do much in the way of bringing (Y/n) out of this frightening state.

Eddie's trembling hand went back to cup (Y/n)'s face and he lightly started to shake her head from left to right. But his body jerked and coiled inwards when a echoing bang popped through the air. Everyone gasped and scrambled closer to the centre of the room to be away from the lamp in the corner when the bulb exploded.

Tremoring breaths left Eddie's lips as he looked from the lamp to Steve who had his hands clasped over his head to shield himself from the broken fragments of glass.

He curled over (Y/n), becoming more frantic in his attempt to wake her up when nothing seemed to work.

All of them could feel their panic rising when the lamp on the side table next to the sofa began to whistle and the light shone so bright it was as if the sun had been captured down here with them.

Max and Dustin shielded beside the sofa while Robin, Steve and Nancy inched closer to Eddie. All of them curled around (Y/n), huddling together when the second lamp burst.

"Jesus!"

Eddie could feel tears welling up in his eyes as his wet lips began to wobble and pant with each strangled breath he took. He could hear the main light in the ceiling begin to whir and whistle and he was sure Steve started to shake when they heard the radio switch frequency to about three different music stations, all on its own. Was what (Y/n)? Or was it whatever entity she was encountering wherever she was?

Trembles started to take over Nancy's body and her eyes snapped closed when the lights started to fade and dim to pitch black. She wondered for a moment if her ears had started to ring and tune out and if the lights had all shattered without her hearing a sound. But when the main light and the lamp started to brighten once again, it was as if a storm had passed over them.

The radio turned itself off. The lamp stopped whirring and whistling and the lights went back to their pale yellow hue and their dim brightness. It was as if the atmosphere was calming itself back down once again and the storm had passed them by.

All of them lifted up from their cowering states to try and check on each other and look around as if they expected to see a dark shadow leave the room to show them that everything had settled back down again.

With shuddering breaths and his chest heaving like he had been drowning, Eddie tried once again to pat (Y/n)'s cheek now that the shaking had subsided in her system and her eyes were no longer frantically searching the room.

"(Y/n)-" Eddie broke off into a shriek when a guttural scream wrenched past (Y/n)'s lips and coursed through his blood.

He watched in agony and sheer confusion as (Y/n)'s tremoring eyes blinked back into focus as if she had only been unconscious for a millisecond. The grey had disappeared and those beautiful yet somehow broken eyes were back to their usual colour once again.

Her free hand suddenly clenched around Eddie's bicep so tightly he felt like a rabid dog was biting him and he held down a groan when she clenched his hand and he was sure he heard a knuckle pop.

Another scream tore past (Y/n)'s lips as she surged forward until she was sitting upright rather than laying down.

She could taste blood on her lips and the back of her throat. Her lips rolled together and her tongue ran along her lips before she spat and sobbed, trying to rid the tang of blood from her mouth. She could feel the blood drying on her mouth and chin like paint that was flaking with every move of her lips and jaw.

Tears soaked into her face and another scream left her lips. It felt like (Y/n) had lost the ability to speak, all she could do was scream and shriek to express the torment she had felt and been through. Everything inside of her was churning and revolting against her.

Horrible sobs wracked past her lips as she finally let go of Eddie's hand in favour of looping both arms around his neck. Her face meshed up into his shoulder and she sobbed into his shirt, cowering and trembling against him as she screamed into his chest.

"Hey, woah, baby it's okay. It's okay, shh, you're okay." He murmured shakily against her temple as he quickly weaved his arms around her waist to try and calm her down.

One hand cradled the back of her head and his other arm encased around her lower back. He held her close like he was trying to tuck her into his heart and he began to slowly sway them both from side to side as he gasped and took strangled breaths that mingled in with her hair.

His dark brown eyes scanned the room as a look of malice took over Eddie's face and his upper lips curled.

Was this what they wanted? Was this what they anticipated when they pressured (Y/n) into this? Is this the kind of reaction they had been expecting, or did none of them take one moment to think about the repercussions this might have on (Y/n)?

"It's okay, it's okay."

They had petrified her. And for what? Was what (Y/n) encountered in there worth the trauma they had caused her and the fright they had given each other?

Was this worth it?

[love-byers]

Listen, the truth is, the last year has been weird, you know? I mean Max and Lucas and Dustin, they're great, they're great, it's just...it's Hawkins, it's not the same without you. 4x04

But the truth is, El, I don't know how to live without you. 4x09

[munsonify]

eddie x fem!reader valentine’s day blurb, not proofread i fear. trying to get back into the writing groove!

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eddie took everything about you in as you stood at your door entrance, your eyes bright and smile wide. one of his hands nervously gripped ahold of the flowers he bought you, the other fiddling with the zipper of his leather jacket he never parts with.

even after you let him inside and took the flowers to a vase, he was nervous. eddie had never spent valentine’s day with a girl, and he wanted so desperately to get things right. how absolutely gorgeous you looked wasn’t quite helping him contain it. you’d been in a relationship for 6 months, countless amounts of dates under your belts, and he was still so scared of doing things wrong.

it wasn’t hard to pick up on his nervousness. you saw the way he swayed nervously, his normally steady hands shaky. after gently cutting the stems of your flowers, you were just as gentle with him, walking towards him and enveloping his hands into yours. you gave him the sweetest smile.

“thank you honey,” you said lightly, not quite a whisper but still very warm. “they’re beautiful.”

eddie gave you a small smile, tugging you closer, hands moving to your waist. you couldn’t help but move his bangs away from his round eyes to get a better look. he cringed a little, and you were sure it was because he spent a long time making them look neat and put together. you’d love him just the same even if he came to pick you up with bed head.

“beautiful flowers for my beautiful girl,” eddie responded, fingers tracing your waist above your shirt. you started messing with the collar of his jacket, trying to distract yourself from the growing heat rising up your neck and to your face.

“we’re gonna go to that new restaurant across town you wanted to try.”

“you got us a seat there?” you questioned, eyes going wide. you heard it was difficult to get into on a normal day, let alone on valentine’s day. he nodded his head proudly.

“called in the moment you brought it up a month or two ago, wanted to make sure we had a table,” eddie smiled, almost bragging about himself. it earned him a tug on the jacket and a soft kiss on the lips, one he wanted to keep and savor forever.

he didn’t quite feel as nervous anymore.

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taglist. @songbirdofthenight

[bylerfiles]

"he has looked at me

a thousand times, but

there is something

different in this gaze,

an intensity i do not.

know."

"he is half of my

soul, as the poets say."

byler as The Song Of Achilles (Madeline Miller) quotes.

[neptunian-a]

No because why evry mileven shiper hates will but evry byler shiper loves El?

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

that's what holds the whole party together. Heart.

Because see, without heart, we'd all fall apart.

Even El. Especially El.

These past months, she's been so lost without you. She's so different from other people and,

when you're different, sometimes you feel like a mistake.

But you make her feel like she's not a mistake at all, like she's better for being different. And that gives her the courage to fight on.

And if she was mean to you or she seemed like she was pushing you away

it's probably just because she was scared of losing you, just like you're scared of losing her.

[willthewise10]

STOP THEY DON'T GET IT, BRO.

STOP

YOU DON'T GET IT. You only found him annoying because you don't understand him. He has been through so much shit, so much trauma, so of course he would react to it. And he only cried twice in season 4. The first time: confessing how he feels to boy he has loved for years but covering it up with "El's feelings". The second time: having the heart to heart conversation with his brother Jonathan, about how he (Jonathan) will always love him and be there for him no matter what because he is his brother. You are some who lacks sympathy and that's not okay. Do better👍

[ryan-waddell11]

happy Valentine’s Day to the love of my life

[cringevalue]

"You jerk off in the bathroom, Steve.”

“You jerk off-”

“You do not want to know about that, Robin,” Steve says, pressing a finger to her lips. “A man has needs. And so what if I jerk off in the bathroom? Don’t you do that sometimes too?”

“Uh, yeah, in the shower,” Eddie says, sounding patronizing. “I don’t just go to the bathroom to jerk off into a rag whenever I get horny, I just do it in my bedroom.”

“You jerked off into-”

“You don’t want to know, Robin,” Steve repeats. “And it was a one time thing! There were people over and I couldn’t just walk around with a massive boner, I had to relieve myself.”

“I wish I could get a massive boner,” Robin says solemnly and Eddie nods in agreement.

“They seem so cool, don’t they?” Eddie asks and Robin nods too.

“They’re more embarrassing than anything. You cannot hide when you’re horny. Ever. When you have a vagina, nobody knows unless you’re, like, sitting on their lap.”

“That’s true,” Robin says. “You don’t want to give your intentions away too early.”

“Well, it’s not even about intentions, sometimes you just get random boners with no intention to have sex and-”

“God gave me a vagina because he knew I would get the most untimely boners,” Eddie interrupts. “Now I get it. Maybe he really doesn’t make mistakes.”

read chapter nine of amoeba on ao3!

[bylertruth3r]

BYLER MENTION, something I've noticed is Byler was the only couple who was together (in the same scene) in this tweet,they could've used the scene with Jonathan where Will was crying instead

[pixies-creations]

Jamie Campbell Bower at Megacon February 9th 2025 Becoming Vecna panel.

I'm very busy because of the holiday (Valentines day, gotta love retail) so I'm posting the unedited photos I haven't had the chance to get to.

thank you all so much for the love here and on twitter (X). I'm definitely not the best photographer but I do enjoy it when I get the chance.

[willthewise10]

fake leakers piss me off so bad bro

[kdkdnfuiahuag]

max mayfield’s szn 4 wardrobe was so good they really said she’s gonna go through hell and back and look as bisexual as possible while doing it

[michaelwheelerdefiodental]

Jason and Lucas "friendship" parallels to Mike and Will:

In both of these scenes above, they were talking about being accepted by someone; Lucas was accepted by Jason, but in this scene he says that he should never have knocked on his door; Mike, on the other hand, was accepted by Will too; but in this scene he says that this was the best thing he has ever done. But i think in Season 5 they can go further with those parallels.

The Hawkins Messiahs

In Season 4, Jason saw himself as a savior, and a part of Hawkins citizens saw him as one too. He and the rest thought he was protecting Hawkins from forces of evil. He ended up being wrong; the ones he was seeking weren't who were really doing the evil deeds. While he was trying to save Hawkins, he started to get paranoid; we could see in his face the fatigue, sadness, and rage he was going through; he was indirectly influenced by Vecna. Now talking about Will, he's going to be trying to stop the forces of evil against Hawkins, Vecna and the Mind Flayer, as he is one of the main people who can actually really stop them (different from Jason); but now i think it's safe to think he's going to be seen more as antichrist; he is known as the weird boy who came back to live, who had convulsions randomly, and now they will probably discover that he is gay. It's not a stretch to think he will be labeled as the new Satan vessel; they will think he is possessed. Will is going to be probably paranoid with all these things happening while he is trying to stop Vecna; we can see his fatigue in this paparazzi pic above; he seems to be very pale. He will probably be influenced by Vecna, but different from Jason, it will be purposeful.

Talking the hate out of your mind

Now going back to Lucas and Jason parallels with Mike and Will. There's a famous believer that Will is going to attack Mike after being influenced by Vecna. As i said, Jason was indirectly influenced by Vecna to start his rampage; that ended up with him having a fight with Lucas, while Lucas and the rest of the main group were trying to defeat Vecna by using Max as a bait. At a certain point of the fight, Jason started to choke Lucas, who eventually could get his way out of it. But now, how would Mike and Will parallel this scene in Season 5? I came up with this idea after seeing @strawbuddy-luv post above. For me, Mike and Will would be at the church in the Upside Down. Will would get possessed and start to fight Mike, but different from Lucas and Jason, he would avoid fighting Will and start to say how important he is to him, and when Will starts to choke him, he would recite the same monologue from season 2 (with Morse code or not), taking Will out of this state. 

If we analyze the place where Jason and Lucas were fighting (Creel's house attic), it could be seen as a place in the Upside Down, because of the light, and surroundings. Mike and Will scene being in the church would be essential, because of the symbolism. Will being "exorcized" with gay love, something that most religious people loathe and Will is ashamed of, would be a powerful message.