#kaz eddie

[nerdzewordart]

Steve: well mark me down as scared and horny

Ngl tho, he's probs just confused

as always, click for quality. (And to appreciate the fact that it’s transparent!)

Edit: this is now available as a print on my Redbubble

[nervouslywild]

What’s that thing when you see something cute and your first instinct is to maim and kill? Yeah, that’s this. 

With and without the blur because I think Eddie looks cool.

[lukasadss]

'Any eyes on Eddie?'

'Harrington's got him, don't ya big boy?'

'right- ...yeah'

Something spooky-ish for Halloween, based off ceekayye and ava_leeigh's (on tiktok) steddie cosplay with Kaz! Eddie cuz it fucking slaps

[inprnt | RB]

[statticscribbles]

Bite

Summary: Kaz!Eddie Munson/Reader; Eddie gives in to the darkness Vecna called forth; and you’re in his way

“Eddie?” You watch Dustin limp through the gate after you. You hadn’t had time to turn and look when Eddie had told you to run; when he assured you he was going to play for Chrissy; to provide a distraction. Dustin hadn’t either; which is why he looks so upset right now. He just offers the necklace Eddie always wears out to you. Your stomach sinks; how are you going to tell Wayne?

Wayne Munson pulls you into a hug before you can actually say anything.

“We were so worried Y/N; you just vanished…” he squeezes you so much you wheeze without meaning to.

“We?”

“Hey babe; glad to see you’re.. Oh my necklace.” Eddie doesn’t get to say anything else; Dustin tackling him to the ground crying.

“Dustin get off me; let me hug my girlfriend.”

“In a minute man; I thought.. I thought those r-rocks got you.” Dustin sniffles and Eddie keeps his arms around Dustin squeezing him and forcing him to sit on the bed.

“Stay off your ankle; or I’ll call Steve over and he’ll drag you to the first aid area.” You just stare at him; Eddie laughs a little and you can’t breathe; smiling reflexively when he does.

“I can explain later; when things are a little more settled.” 

As it turns out explaining is fairly simple; after Dustin had escaped; Eddie, who everyone presumed dead, was actually unconscious; he’d woken up, and managed to drag himself to some gate that had been close by. 

“So what now?”

“We help El get Vecna; without anyone else dying.” 

“Y/N you need to..” Eddie tries to shove you back away from the gate and you glare at him.

“No; you’re alive; I’m not letting you leave to go get killed again!”

“Y/N; really not the time right now…” Eddie sounds strained and you huff.

“It’s alright; I know about…I know about Kaz..” He freezes.

“How do you know…” You nudge your shirt sleeve up, a small 02 in black ink is on your wrist.

“Henry told me.”

“Y/N no…” Eddie jerks, waking up almost screaming; instead you stir, grumbling and sitting up slowly; letting Eddie’s arms wrap around you.

“It was a bad dream; I’m here. You’re alive.” You pull him back to bed and he sighs; keeping his arms wrapped around you.

Your eyes fly open; frantically searching for what’s stopping you from breathing, you can see Eddie hovering over you; actually hovering; his eyes rolled back in his head and snarl on his face.

“Hey baby; just close your eyes again.” It’s his voice but you also know it’s not; you try your best not to close your eyes instead glaring at whatever seems to have possessed your boyfriend.

“Eddie…”

“Names Kaz sweet thing; you know; having access to Eddies’ mind means that…” He leans closer, hands moving to the side of your neck; holding you onto the bed.

“Which means I know everything the two of you have done…” He leans forward kissing your cheek and then down your neck.

“Eddiieee…” You whine a little, his hands moving your arms up above your head to keep you pinned down. He chuckles, leg moving between yours.

“Told you sweet thing; names Kaz.” He grins into your neck before he bites down; one of his hands covers your screams.

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[bearsinpotatosacks]

Nothing just the idea of Kaz! Eddie being revealed the the Number of the Beast by Iron Maiden. The party investigating the upside down because somethings happening and seeing him. Dustin runs to him shouting Eddie! Kaz! Eddie just picks him up and throws him (when Bruce dickinson the singer screams at the start) and says who’s Eddie

[the-ginger-draws]

Kaz vs Eddie

All my origional art please dont repost without my permision

[itshelia]

Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

[mcntsee]

me when i get asked why i suddenly dislike a character (i can’t tell them it’s because i read a fanfic where said character made y/n’s life miserable and now i have personal beef with them)

[lovesicklovermia]

normalise making a list of character x readers u like to read so you can spin a wheel every night before bed to decide ur bedtime story xx

[cinnamoodles]

you did not kudos? you left the fic without a reblog? oh! oh! jail for reader! jail for reader for One Thousand Years!

[honestlydarkprincess]

i lead a simple life. i see a traumatized fictional man and i want to call him babygirl

[criesinliess]

━FEBRUARY 2024; susan's recs

PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS

━━LUKE CASTELLAN

look at me @indecisivemuch

apples @↑

love me anyway @okaytapes

a rose and her thorns @atlabeth

always an angel, never a god @cobrakaisb

when you get me alone, it’s so simple @emiliehornby

what’s a girl gonna do when she’s in love with you? @↑

kiss of life; part2 @sunsburns

you free 2night? @ilycosy

the killerverse @tangledinlove — still ongoing but one of my favorite things rn, luke and killer my beloved

STRANGER THINGS

━━STEVE HARRINGTON

dark honey; part2 @caxde

closeness @↑

picking drunk reader up @weird-is-life

go for it @nervoushottee 

pretty girl @stevie-petey

oh, you didn’t know? @↑

(it’s not like) he’s my boyfriend @luveline

small hands, big heart @sexybabystevie

adventures in babysitting @worth-the-chaos — also still ongoing but you absolutely have to read it!! masterpiece

season two of „come home” @stevie-petey — i recommend season one last month and if u didn’t read it yet you should go and change that! i am living just so i can read new chapters

you and i (back at it again) @lighteyed

━━EDDIE MUNSON

candygram @hellfirenacht

ONE PIECE

━━ZORO

lips on every cross @revasserium

LOCKWOOD & CO

━━ANTHONY LOCKWOOD

buy me presents! @lewkwoodnco

i got options, babe @↑

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bad liars @heliads

THE BEAR

━━CARMY BERZATTO

february fluff @cloveroctobers

confectionary clash @newtkive

practice @↑

GRISHAVERSE

━━KAZ BREKKER

cause it’s you @bubbles-for-all-of-us

MARVEL

━━MIGUEL O’HARA

the grump & the drunk @t-lostinworlds

━━BUCKY BARNES

5 times there was only one bed (and the one time there were two beds) @mrs-illyrian-baby

CHRONICLES OF NARNIA

━━EDMUND PEVENSIE

ye of little faith @pariahsparadise

PROM PACT

━━BEN PLUNKETT

third times a charm @manheimsmuse

[redpool]

I just want to read polyam fics for my favourite couples/ships.

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Kaz

Summary: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson; Eddie comes back, doesn’t he?

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He’s tried his best to ignore it, the hissing; the way he can feel his own heartbeat being twisted into screams; how nothing smells the same; there’s some sort of sweet rotting scent, like vomit or drying meat. It takes him far too long to realise its himself; he watches the veins, the tendrils sliding against his skin, he runs his fingers over them, feeling ridges and coils he knows he shouldn’t. He cant help but shiver, picturing unblemished skin, picture harring-don’t think don’t think don’t think, he screams in tandem with the veins, with the creature that sinks below his skin as he sunk below the world, do not give him away, keep him safe keep him safe, don’t think don’t think, he knows its dissecting him, pulling him apart in pieces, internally; he imagines someone cutting him open once it kills him; his brain scrambled beyond function, his organs cut into chunks, into ribbons and shredded beyond the worst murders any of them have seen.

He can feel movement, not under his skin as he expects but himself moving; he knows he hasn’t been outside in hours weeks days, too long; he can’t feel the sun, can’t feel the cold either; he’s not sure what he needs to wear; he’s unconcerned, he needs- dont think dont think dont think; it breaks, the way he grits his teeth scowling at himself at how the veins choke against him; with how they recede, how he can feel warmth suddenly rushing through him like water; he knows it knows too; he’d tried, he reminds himself, took the better part of however long it had been; he likes to think days; he knows he probably doesn’t have that.

He’s moving too fast, begging himself to slow down, to act human to appear what everyone sees him as. Nothing changes except he can no longer feel once more; he knows he should be tired dimly recognising the area he’s in, how far he’s traveled; how far it forced him to go, he staggers forward unsure of the ringing in his ears, the way the ground twists, his face hitting the grass; he wonders if the ground will swallow him once more. Instead light floods his vision, he can see feet moving towards him; he struggles finding himself bound to the earth; he can feel the veins pulsing the excitement they both feel is making him sick.

-Jesus- He doesn’t hear the figure speak just knows the way the face moves and the concern melts; he can feel the figure picking him up; he feels like he should weight ten tons but the veins are so busy thrumming in his ears he’s barely aware the figure is talking let alone the other people who seem to have appeared, he wants to shut his eyes; the lights are undulating against the shapes and items he no longer can name. He can feel everything spinning around him as a central point; he cant even move to turn to vomit; he can’t hear anything suddenly; everything fully being silenced. He doesn’t struggle, doesn’t move frozen; numb; waiting for what happens after the silence; waiting for the screaming; the sound of bone snapping and fragmenting; the feeling of blood dripping from inside him to pool against his skin and muscles unbroken.

Nothing comes; he tentatively closes his eyes relieved when he can. He sleeps on his own for the first time. He doesn’t wake up, just as he doesn’t fall asleep. He’s only aware of the not being when his vision seems to return to him, when the blurry expanse of gray and blue pull back, the flashes of light and prickle of fire recede from his body. He cannot turn his head. He cannot move his body. He cannot feel what is not his; for the veins, the smoke that bleeds from under his skin has soaked against his body, he can feel it feather light in its movements as it coils around his organs, snakes between his bones and pulls the marrow from them. He knows he shouldn’t fight anymore; not now, not yet; he lets the smoke, the cool leeching from inside him settle centered in his chest.

He wonders if the smoke is what’s keeping his heart beating, surprised when he can feel the hold it keeps over him lessen. Fix it, fix it, fix it. Is all that come through when he tries to move, tries to think about what is suddenly flashing in front of his vision. Hand, fingers, arm. He sighs, letting the air return to his lungs by himself. He cringes knowing Vecna has given him control back to possess someone. He reaches half blind towards the heartbeat Vecna allows him to hear. Take, take, take. He’s confused when he can feel panic rise, the smoke bubbling into his throat cutting his breathing off. Wrong, wrong wrong. He leans his head against the wall keeping his eyes closed trying to avoid the feeling of everything twisting from under him. He opens them slowly surprised to see something sitting across from him. He doesn’t scream, his eyes clouded, he wonders why he can’t see.

“Eddie, what happened.” Oh no.no, no no, wrong wrong wrong, not him not him, not him. He wants to vomit, he can feel his mouth cracking, his teeth grinding as he pries them open, fighting his own nerve impulses and synapses to manage to unlock his jaw. His vision goes black but the sound stays, he can hear it, how Vecna came to him in the other place, the broken screaming part of him that stuttered and vomited sound, that was drowning in static and too much of everything, warping his vision the same as it is now. The sound is what he remembers, he can feel his arms, his hands trying to move towards his own mouth, to shut him down, to bring him to control once again. He can hear the scream clearer, its more of a whine, a pitiful noise the kind animals make when they’re wounded, not Vecna he reasons, something from this place, something from here. He can feel a finger hooking into his mouth, his own trying to force his jaw closed or maybe to make him puke out Vecna’s influence so it can find a new host, so it can find something better.

Instead he doesn’t scream , he cannot when half is hand is being crushed by his teeth. He doesn’t feel pain, he can’t feel anything just as he can’t see and then he can’t hear. He knows Vecna is angry, he can feel the way it ripples against him, like water damp and heavy. It vanishes all at once, and suddenly he’s lying on a bed, in a house, in a room , in Steve’s room, with Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve bleeding from his hand, half of which is now on the bed sitting next to him. He looks up, Steve’s face twisted in horror, his hand reaching hesitantly out. Fear, fear fear, he’s afraid he’s afraid of you, you’re bad, you’re bad. He can hear it echoing before everything is taken away again. He understands his last view of Steve the figure was meant to be agonizing for him to think of.

He’s not sure if he’s sitting or laying once more, he can faintly feel a hand somewhere against him and he reasons someone must had at least restrained him. Those wont stop us, we need, we need. He screams into his head, howling and trying his best to drown it out. He’s given sound and partial sight back, he’s still sitting, the figure Steve is next to him, he flexes his fingers twining them with Steve the figure’s. He watches the figure relax, can see his mouth moving but not the sound that comes out. He watches, tracking his eyes and skipping a breath when he sees his hand, uninjured next to him; the part he’d bitten off, the fingers he’d crushed under his teeth sit next to it, blood staining the sheet and the flesh itself a dull gray and sheened black. “What’s going on, Eddie, what happened?” He swallows confused how clear Steve is. “Vecna, he, he wants-“ “Want’s what?” Steve’s fingers tighten, the other hand brushing up his arm. Wants you, wants you wants you, want you, want you, want you. “Don’t know, just know I’m supposed to bring him what he wants.” “You can’t remember anything from-“ His voice cuts off, as if he’s underwater and he waits patiently for Steve the figure’s voice to return. “Eddie?” He relishes in how comforting his name is. He blinks at Steve, not nodding, not moving, the burning in his chest reminding him he’s not breathing either. He waits, curious which will give in first.

“It wants you.” He breathes out before it can choke him back down. Steve freezes nodding slowly. “Why?” “Because I want you.” Steve’s eyebrows knit together but he nods. “And you’re Vecna right so-?”

“No! I want you! You’re mine!” No right to him, no right to him, mine mine mine. He screeches, snarling in the space between them before he tugs Steve even closer, pulling him on top of himself effortlessly, he can dimly hear the hand, his hand, thunking to the floor and he pays no mind as he curls around Steve. He doesn’t struggle, laying there limp, shaking only slightly. He can feel his hand running through Steve’s hair, humming softly. Mine mine mine mine. “He wants what I have what everyone here does, he wants. He hurts with it, like I do, why we match so well.” He mumbles hand petting Steve’s hair. “I thought it wanted to take the world?” “Yes.”

“Am I like a gateway or somethin’? If anything El would-“ “Mine.” Eddie hisses between his teeth and Steve looks up. “Oh.” Eddie hums please when Steve nods slowly, he presses their forehead together and they sit content in silence for a moment, Eddie trying his best not to choke on the veins that burrow into him like barbs. Vecna won’t win.

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Prompts:

Angst/Hurt:

'You scared me back there.”

“You never really cared, did you?” “I always cared, you never noticed.”

“Do you think you’re invincible?”

"I came as soon as I heard." “You didn’t have to.”

“If you didn’t want to be with me then why the hell did you drag me along?”

“Do you love them?”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“You need to take care of yourself.” “Why do you care?”

“Don’t touch me!”

“Did you ever love me?”

Fluff:

“I would wait here forever.” “God you’re cheesy.”

“Y/n, I love you.” “Finally.”

“You’re cute as hell.” “I know.”

“I could keep you in my pocket all day.”

“Is that my shirt?” “Yes.” “Keep it, looks good on you”

"Wear a sweater, it's cold out."

“Have you eaten today?” “I’ll eat you.” “Woah.”

“Did you buy me flowers, why?” “Just take the damn flowers.” “Naw, have I made you sappy?”

“If I called you the apple of my eye, would you hit me?” “Yes.”

“Time for bed.” “No I have work…” “Doesn’t matter, come on.” “Noooo!”

Flirty/Smutty/Jealous:

“If he doesn’t stop staring I swear to god—,” “Un-ball your fists please.”

“Now how am I supposed to focus when you look like that?”

“Do you ever shut up?” “There’s ways to make a girl shut up yknow?”

“I’d rather die than kiss you.” “Sure thing Y/n.”

“God you’re divine.”

“This is too small. You’re too close.” “Well who’s bright idea was it to hide in a closet?”

“Is that blushing I see?” “No, shut up!”

“I’m sorry it’s a bit difficult to stand here whilst everyone is staring at my girl.”

“I want to put you in a chokehold.” “Whoa sweetheart, you kiss your mother—,” *Smothers his mouth*

“You’re lucky I have self restraint.”

Dark:

1 - “I gave you a chance, remember that.”

2 - “The longer you hide the worse it’ll be when I find you.”

3 - “Did you really think you could get rid of me?”

4 - “Someone dangerous could’ve hurt you.” “You are dangerous.”

5 - "If I was you sweetheart, I’d get to runnin’."

6 - “Just leave me alone.” “Don’t hurt my feelings, god knows what I’ll do.”

7 - “Can’t tell me you don’t want it when you’re acting like this Y/n/n.”

8 - "You don't want to be my good girl?"

9 - "Missed me have you?" “How’d you find me?”

10 - “And who’s going to believe you?”

Cannot wait for requests!

- Kira 🎀