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#eddie munson x black reader
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Misunderstanding
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Summary; Your boyfriend and his band are hosting a Halloween themed show for the holiday. Things are going well until Eddie suddenly decides that he wants to fuck his girlfriend on stage.
Warnings: voyeurism, Creaming, penetrative sex, Cockwarming?, Spitting, Humiliation, Mean!Eddie, Overstimulation? Eddie plays the drums in this sorry.
You sway your hips to the beat of the current song that your boyfriend was playing. You were dressed in a short dress that went along with Eddie's outfit because he wanted to match.
He kept meeting your eye throughout the whole night and you could tell he was becoming more and more impatient throughout the songs that he was playing. The song came to an end and you heard “We're going to be taking a quick break and then we'll be back guys.” Your boyfriend said through his microphone putting his sticks down.
Some people let out a whine as they didn't want the band to stop playing and others took the time to get something to drink or use the bathroom. His bandmates took this time to go catch some groupies that were eyeing them all night so it was just the two of them left on the stage.
“Come up here baby” You had a little smile on your face as you had your way up on the stage. He pushed his chair back with a lustful look in his eyes. As soon as you made it close enough to him and cupped your face into his hand and slammed his lips into yours.
Letting out a small whimper Eddie lets out a deep groan with finally being able to feel his lips on your moving in sync like waves in the ocean. He detaches your lips and attaches them to your neck letting his tongue roam your neck he lets his hands travel to your legs and lets his hand creep under your dress. He uses his pointer finger to feel the dampness collecting in your panties.
In a hurry he pulls them off and puts them to his nose, his eyes rolling into the back of his head when he smells your essence on them. “Fuck you are so perfect baby, I just want to take you right now”
You let out a small chuckle that he took as you mocking him. He quickly wrapped his huge hands around your neck causing the air from your lungs to disappear. He was about to say something until one of his managers came in.
“You guys can finish up later, the next set is starting” Eddie takes this with a grain of salt and moves one of his hands to your cheeks squeezing your lips together your lips are now in a pout. “Open your slutty mouth now” you try to open your mouth as much as his hand would allow Eddie to move closer to your face and let a glob of spit travel onto your tongue.
It feels like it travels down your throat and you swallow it. He rubs his thumb on your cheek before you feel a sharp pain on it making your head be forced to the other side. The pain hurt but it turned you on and actually put a smile on your face. Your boyfriend wasn't mean to you for no reason. He genuinely thought that you were making fun of him (which you weren't) but you're not going to tell him that you liked him when he would mean like this.
Someone clears their throat and you try to scramble off the stage forgetting that someone was still there but Eddie grabs your waist. “No you don’t, you're going to sit on my cock during the rest of this performance since you think this shit is funny.”
He drags you over to his drum set unbuckling his black pants and taking his cock out of his boxers. You could already tell he was hard just by looking at him and he grabs your wrist. Rubbing the shaft he rubs it against your pussy for a couple of moments before slamming his cock into bullying his thick cock into a tight pussy you let out a loud gasp feeling his cock fully stretch your walls out.
Tears sprung in your eyes as you didn't have any time to adjust. Eddie's bandmates were already making their way up the stage not even batting an eyelash when they saw you sitting on your boyfriend's lap. Before you could say something or even protest everyone started flooding the doors and surrounding the stage.
He picked up his sticks and you closed your eyes to hide the fact that you were in pure bliss right now. He leaned close to the microphone. “I hope you guys don’t mind that I have my lady here with me, you guys know how it can get with them sometimes,” he said and the crowd laughed.
You were trying so hard not to show any kind of emotion but the feeling of thrusting his hips into your stomach was doing so many things to you right now. Looking down you see Eddie's foot pressing down pon the petal to hit the drum as he bounced up and down along to the beat of his music. Looking into the crowd you saw how everyone was enjoying themselves in their costumes under the orange lights in the stadium.
Then as the song picked up going to the chores so did Eddie’s pace. He leans over to your ear “Everyone in this crowd can see how good you're being fucked, How does that feel?” he asked and you said nothing the pleasure you were feeling was way too strong. “Answer me right now before I pull out of you and actually show all these people how hard you're being fucked, sweetheart.”
“It feels good Eds, so fucking good I’m going to cum soon daddy.” The ending of the song was approaching and so was your orgasm. “Cum all over my cock give me everything you got” trying to keep your straight face you turn your face into his shoulder as you felt the knot at the bottom of your abdomen about to snap.
With one last hit of his drums, you cum sinking your teeth into your boyfriend's shoulder to block out your screams Eddie reaches down secretly rubbing your clit and riding out your orgasm, feeling you cream all over his cock clenching your walls around him causing him to cum deep inside you. Suddenly you cry out again as another song begins.
You forgot that that was only the first song of the second set.
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Eddie is an "are you mad at me🥺" kinda boyfriend
Every morning when you wake up you kiss Eddie on the forehead. You forget to do it one time and he's like
"What did I do wrong?"
"What?"
"I know you don't like it when I play music too loud, is that what this is about?"
"Ed, what the fuck are you on about?"
"You didn't kiss me this morning!"
This boy is up here pouting and upset just cause you forgot to kiss him once, he is such a drama queen
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fastnights · 9 months
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could you write something about jealous/possessive!eddie being rough (smut) <3
jealous much?
eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: eddie doesn’t like the way the other men look at you, so he shows you who you belong to.
warnings: 18+, swearing, jealous!eddie, unprotected sex, rough!eddie, possessive!eddie. do not push read more if you’re uncomfortable with reading smut and if you’re not 18 plus. you’ve been warned!
i don’t give permission to copy my work!
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“y/n why did you have to drag me along to this lame ass party? you know i can’t stand going to these things.” eddie complained.
“you never know, i may need you to play superhero.”
“haha really funny, you know i hate parties.”
“if you don’t want to be here, then you can go, i can handle myself.” you said, which is true, you really didn’t need him to be around you, you’re old enough to defend yourself.
“nah, i’m not going nowhere with you.”
“well, stop complaining pretty boy, and try to enjoy the party while we’re here.” you said, you almost got annoyed with him because he complained from the ride to your place all the way until you both got to the party, you’re not gonna let eddie ruin this night for you not one bit of it.
you tried your best trying to enjoy the party while eddie was just sitting on the couch not enjoying himself, you kinda regret asking him to come along with you because he’s kinda killing the party vibe.
you were dancing by yourself until this random guy walked up to you and started to dance with you, it didn’t bother you though it just dancing nothing more than that but that’s not what eddie was thinking, eddie was watching the guy make moves on you he was watching real carefully too. once he had enough he got off the couch and walked over to you and the guy you were dancing with and he pulled you away from the guy before he could do whatever else he was planning to do to you. “what are you doing eddie? i was in the middle of dancing, i know you-“
“i know where that was gonna lead to, which is why i pulled you away from him.”
“is eddie jealous?”
“nope.”
you knew he was lying because he only said one thing if he wasn’t so bothered by what wasn’t gonna happen because you wouldn’t have let it happened anyway, you knew eddie was jealous though you low key found very hot but you didn’t let him know that either.
you wondered what he would do if you got him jealous but on purpose just to get a reaction out of him, i mean he’s already not in the mood because you dragged him with you to this party. you decided to find the guy who came up to you and danced with you before eddie pulled you away, “hey, y/n where are you going?” eddie called out to you but you ignored him as you quickly found the guy you danced with, you walked up to him and smashed your lips on his, you caught him off guard but he kissed you back as soon as he knew what you were doing.
before the kiss even gotten out of hand eddie pulled you away and he didn’t look happy at all and of course you thought it was hot you can tell he wasn’t haven’t it with you tonight you pissed him off for the last time, he is jealous he’s really jealous, he pulled you out of the house where the party was held and he pulled you over towards his van, once you two reached his van he pushed you against his van while pinning your hands against the van.
“y/n seriously what the hell was that back there?” he yelled at you.
“i was having fun, lighten up eddie you said you wasn’t jealous and you seemed pretty jealous back there.” you said not looking at him, you can’t look at him not when he’s acting like this.
“what makes you think it’s okay for you to go kiss that guy, you don’t even know him.”
“well for one i am single and you don’t own me.”
“you think you’re funny don’t you? trying to make me jealous by kissing some random dude, your plan sucked.”
“it didn’t suck if it worked because you’re hella jealous right now. admit it.”
“nah, i can show you better than i can tell you.”
when those words came out of his mouth you squeezed your legs so tight, why does this man have that effect on you? “so me then.” you said the best way you could not believing the words that just escaped your lips.
eddie wasted no time and pressed his lips against yours the kiss grew passionately, when his hands loosen on your arms you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in closer leaving no space between the both of you. eddie pulled away from the kiss and took your hand and guided you to the back of his van, he let you climb in before him and once you were in he close the door behind him. he crawled over to you and started kissing you once again and shortly afterwards he pulled away, he gave you a look asking for permission and you nodded your head he proceed to move his hands to the bottom of your dress he lift it over your head and toss it over to the side. “you look beautiful y/n, have i ever told you that?” he asked you. you shook your head in response. he watched you as you took your bra off. you were in need of his touch badly.
“stop teasing me and come fuck me eddie.” you demanded.
“someone’s needy, but no we’re doing this my way since you wanted to make me jealous.”
he put his hand near you clit and started rubbing circles on it through your panties, you bit your bottom lip hard as you watch as he pleasure you with his ringed finger. shortly he started to insert his finger right inside of you, it felt so good and you didn’t want him stop, he sped up the pace before adding another finger inside of you, you were in a moaning mess and ready for him to fuck his anger into you.
“eddie i want you now please come fuck me with your dick.” you moaned out.
“aren’t you eager for me?” he said as he continued to finger you, he’s definitely making you pay for making his jealous at the party.
once he was finished fingering you he placed his hands against your lips, “taste yourself and i’ll fuck you good.” he said. you obeyed him you wrapped your tongue around his fingers and tasted yourself, he definitely found that hot having your mouth over his fingers he had inside of you.
he took his fingers out of you mouth as he lined himself of with you before he proceed to fuck you good. once he slide inside of you, you felt how big he was. you had to adjust yourself to his size before he could fuck you and once you got use to his size he wasted no time and thrust inside of you hard and fast with every thrust he made it was harder than the last. you was moaning out his name not caring if anyone heard you, they sure was gonna know the name of this man who’s making you feel so good.
you ran your hands up and down his back with each deep thrusts he made, you leaned your head back in pleasure while he continued to pound you so hard. there is no way you’ll be able to walk any day once eddie is finished with you. eddie wrapped his hand around your neck choking you but not so aggressive, but you gotta admit it’s hot when he is in control, it’s hot when he’s jealous, he’s hot when he’s so demanding.
you felt yourself about to reach your high and you sure he’s almost there too because his thrusts were getting sloppier by the minute. “eddie i’m about to cum.” you said. “hold on we gonna come together.” he said. you both came at the same time and eddie was still thrusting inside of you and once you both were done, he pulled out and laid down beside you.
“you ever make me jealous like that again, you’ll face your consequences.”
“if this is my consequences, i’ll do it often.”
“oh is that so?” he asked. you nodded your head in response. “yup.” popping the p.
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mrsurahara · 8 months
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𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗦┊𝗘. 𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗢𝗡
ఌ︎ p. Eddie Munson x f!reader // g. fluff + nsfw
ఌ︎. cw. pet names (pretty girl + princess), Eddie cleans his sheets (which is #NOT canon), breast play(?), allusions to sex, no use of y/n— let me know if i missed any!
ఌ︎. wc. 0.4k
𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧
ఌ︎. a/n: i'm easing myself back into writing on here, so here's something short and fun! i hope you guys like it!
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Eddie was in heaven. Your tits in his face as you ground your panty covered cunt over his jeans. You could feel his cock stiffening, becoming harder and harder with every fluid motion of your hips.
A soft moan passed through your lips as your boyfriend took one of your erect nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nub as he rolled the other in between his calloused fingers. Eddie was lost in the valley of your breasts when the sound of his zipper opening woke him from his sex-clouded trance. He pulled the cups of your bra back over your breasts and moved you off of his lap.
“Hands to yourself, princess,” his voice was stiff.
You looked at him, confused by his behavior. Why was he acting like he hadn’t blown your back out just yesterday afternoon?
“Okay?” You were about to get up and throw on one of his shirts when he pulled you back by your waist and pinned you underneath him. His legs on either side of your hips, practically sitting in your lap as his hands began to roam over your exposed skin.
“Eds, you just said—“
“I know, I know,” he said absentmindedly, his hands never stopping their devotion. Placing your hands on top of his, you halt his movements.
“What’s happening in that odd brain of yours, hmm?” You quipped, amused at his state. It’s as if he’s having an internal battle and his self control is losing.
“I have had to change my sheets three times this week and it’s only Wednesday,” he huffed.
“Why the hell—“
“Because they smell like pussy— your pussy, and I can’t concentrate on anything when I can smell you ten feet away without you even being here.”
You clenched your jaw and blinked at him as you tried to hold back your laughter. A humorous puff of air left your nostrils, “Well they better smell like my pussy,” there was an accusatory tone to your statement, your eyes narrowed playfully.
“You’re making fun of me? Wow,” he said incredulously, feigning offense.
“Yes, because you’re a goofball,” you laughed a full belly laugh.
Eddie’s hands resumed their wandering over your body. His cocoa-colored eyes darkened as his body moved to hover over you, his free hand planted beside your head.
“Well what are we gonna do since you’re just so disciplined?”
“Don’t worry,” his fingers trailed up our inner thighs, tip pressing into the wet spot on your panties, “I’m still gonna fuck you stupid, pretty girl,” he grinned, lips attaching to your neck.
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just a pinch
summer ends way too fast; you and Eddie surprise each other.
includes smut, as in 18+ 6k words somehow lmao? most of it fluff  best friends to lovers, and it gets a little gross in an arguably unsexy but very intimate way. you're not supposed to put anyone's mouth on your new piercing until at least two weeks out don't be dumb listen to your piercer
content: boob fondling, dry humping, jean nutting, some mild threats of violence, mentions of piercings but not piercing play to my understanding
reader is described as fat, dark skinned, and referred to gender neutrally, mostly (tough guy, man, angel, sweetheart).
comments (yes, even short ones,) reblogs all v much appreciated, take care :*
So, the heatwave had been a fake-out. 
You had both expected more swim-days. Just a few more sweaty, sticky nights— sat too close and tangled together sharing a bowl of Moose Tracks by moonlight, in as little fabric as you could manage and with as much ice as one freezer bucket could hold.
But alas, the fall sneaks in one cloudy morning and makes you regret ever even thinking the word “winter.” 
You’re shivering as you shock awake and roll clumsily to the nightstand. Reaching blind for the blaring landline, your hand cringes away from too-cold plastic, and you groan long and low in mourning— it's definitely over.  While you were asleep, Summer had packed up her bag and ducked off in the dark before you could send her off properly. Goodbye, dog days.
Hello, caller. You know it’s Eddie before you pick up; he knows it's you before you speak.
“Can you believe this? Shit fuckin’ sucks,” he croaks, right off the bat and into the receiver.
“And blows—“ you sigh back, punching one satin-covered pillow and your headscarf off the bed. “We couldn’t even get, a like, temperate couple of days? It had to go straight to freeze-my-dick-off immediately?”
“ha! Please. The end is nigh, sweetheart. You know it better than I,” he almost sings. His sleepy lilt catches on the pet name, and that gravelly morning timbre gees up your morning wood like nothing else can. You kiss your teeth, honestly annoyed at how he affects you this early, and when Ed’s answering chuckle rumbles through your ears and down your jaw, it's like you can feel his breath through the phone. 
God, he sounds good. You hum into a long sigh as he talks. It warms you, everywhere, hearing his voice first thing, and if your non-phone hand drags down your chest and reaches lower to rearrange the pillow between your legs, he doesn’t need to know.
You hear Eddie fidget, as he does, and he switches the phone to his other ear. Then, there’s the rattle of the earrings against plastic– a few chunky hoops he got at your suggestion, and one with your first initial that he definitely plucked off of your desk, though he had lazily denied it. You feel a smile fight its way to your face, suddenly giddy about him, about his call. 
A snapshot of him talking himself awake is as clear in your head as the grey in the sky: a grumpy Munson, emerging from the mess of gifted homemade blankets and ancient, flat pillows. Just a pair of doe eyes, framed by a cluster of chocolate curls and a scowl. Picture-perfect.
You’ve been nursing this damn crush forever, and with the effort of punching it off the bed and out of sight with that headscarf, you’re long past exhaustion. But, in the safety of your chilly room, and with the comfort of his voice in your ear, maybe you’ve enough strength for now to entertain a butterfly, or ten.
You had worn his ring to bed— a little bat hugging your ring finger the way it had been hugging his before you’d snatched it off as payment for a dare gone unfulfilled–and you’re twirling it now, like some lovesick sap. You’re written all over each other, and you’ve been itching to do something about it. But, that’s not the issue right now.
Right now,
“I know, life is over, the globe is warming, there are only a few summers left, et cetera. We’ll still have fun.”
(the dare? you had challenged him to snatch some Hawkins PD pig or another’s goofy little ranger hat as he had passed the two of you on the street. Eddie had suggested maybe he couldn’t float past an arrest on boyish charm this deep into his twenties, and acquiesced without a word when you had held out your hand for his own. 
You’d pretended not to notice the blush creeping up his neck; he had let you hold his hand a bit longer than necessary. It had been an even trade, as always.)
Across the line, Eddie’s still snickering at you, voice fathoms deep– all crackly– when he speaks again. 
“Hold on to your dick, angel, I'm pretty sure there’s options. Like, uh, maybe clothes? Clothes usually work for me.”
“Don’t get cute! I'm fat, you clown, I sweat-- I don’t need clothes. And, I belong in the water, Munson. Its beyond fun, its—“
He cuts you off completely, ignores your scoff, and finishes for you.
“—fulfilling, healing, its what and where you were in every past life, the brain sludge is already building back up as we speak, and ‘I’ll die, I'll just about fuckin’ die, Munson,’ once it drops below 40, I know, stop bitching,” he laughs. His tone? Pure fond; your stomach somersaults. 
You hear the smile widen when he goes on to remind you, “but I guess it's fall now. IE, your favourite.”
“Say ‘bitch’ to me again, I’ll shave your peanut head.”
He takes it back, giggling something about his favourite tough guy, but you know he’s got you there. You definitely are bitching, and—
Halloween month, cider season, big soft sweater weather, rain? It is the best, but it's never too early to argue. 
“You’ll love it, angel.”
You give up, melting again at his affection verbalized. You’re humming assent as he keeps the ball rolling, asking what you’d like to do today instead of going for a swim. Come over and take turns reading the new discount novel he found? Start that mead recipe you made last year? Drive over to Stobin’s—see who can sneak in and scare the shit out of them first? 
All great ideas, you assure him, but you decided long ago that the End of Swim also marked the beginning of piercing season. Your safety moratorium on body mods of all kinds has been lifted, now that you can’t dip your fresh wounds into scummy lake water. 
You've been planning a particular pair for some time. You also decided that it would be a surprise. Your Eddie is observant, dialed in, and sure, maybe you like to play the odd game here and there. He notices you, and you notice right back.  How long, do you think, will it take for him to note a new set of nipple piercings if you don’t warn him first? You figure it’s time to test it.
So, you break his heart a little, and decline to hang out today after all. You’ll see him on your next day off, you promise, and make plans for “four days hence, Munson, quit bitching. I just remembered something else I need to do,” before hanging up on his protests and pulling on your first pair of sweats in 4 months. 
ID, water bottle, and a sweet breakfast in tow, you head for the best (note: only) tat shop you know, braced and ready for a world of pain, going boldly into the cold.
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And there had been almost no pain, at first. You had yelped girlishly before the first needle went in, then felt embarrassed about how easy and quick it had been. Before you had even realized, it was over, and you grinned big at the unique beads framing each pert, dark nipple. You loved them. You loved the piercings, and more than ever, loved your tits. Couldn’t wait to go home and check them out from every angle, actually. 
Then, a malicious towel snag, a careless door-jamb bump, and a hateful sweater-thread later, you were fearing for your life. Over the last few days, you had taken to crouching around them a bit, arms wrapped loose around your stomach as a reminder and for protection. Your nipples were insanely sensitive, now more than ever, and you had never understood ‘til now how often you simply walked through and into things instead of just around.  
But, they were calming down, and with each prescribed saltwater soak you breathed a sigh of relief at the lack of visible irritation. The standard piercing boogers notwithstanding, they looked hot, you felt hot, but found yourself nervous for the big reveal. You thought you would hide them well, your mission made easier by the cool weather and baggier shirts it allowed. 
You’re in his room now. Eddie’s ideas had been good, but you had both decided on the usual– you, rocking up to his trailer and spending the day with him throwing food and trading theories, hours whiled away in artistic pursuits and cat-naps, never too far from one another. It’s been a good day– you’re doing such a good job with the piercings, you forget to hide how entranced you are by Eddie's hands. 
“Aren’t you hot?” 
You count the veins and tendons as they flip pencils and drum against whatever surface they encounter, try to guess how long he can go before he bites that right pinky nail too short again, wonder if he’s running hot today. He’s tactile, your Eddie, but you’re sitting on the floor, legs sprawled, and yeah, a little too warm in the hoodie you came in as he lounges on the bed– too far for his idle touches to distract you into admitting anything. 
You love those hands. You want to taste them one day. He’s looking at you.
Fuck, wait, he’s looking, and you haven’t answered him. You cut your eyes away, to the floor, to your nails, like an idiot. That wasn’t at all suspicious, sure. You’re reasonably sure Eddie hadn’t noticed the piercings themselves yet until, as you snack and he chats again about his sketch, he suddenly drops the pink eraser you’ve been watching his square fingers systematically tear apart.
“N...Noooooo.” He takes in your belated answer and eyes you for a second, then starts talking again. You tug your hands gingerly into the hoodie you’re in and slide the thing over your unwrapped cloud of hair without snagging anything, then toss it away, wiping the light sheen of sweat you realize is cooling on your nose.
 Fuck, here we go. You hadn’t considered you’d have to hide in conversation, just that you had to keep him from seeing. You try to keep your cool, but answer too quickly. This wouldn’t last long.
“Have you been eating weird shit again?” Eddie asks, cutting himself off from explaining the lore of his latest campaign villain. He’s sitting up more since you last looked at him– leaning back on one elbow as the other arm drapes comfy across his belly– and watching you fidget in that weird posture you’ve adopted since the piercings. 
“Eat– We–, me? Weird? What’s– What?” Nailed it. Smooth, like butter. Too player. You thank God or Dolly or whoever’s watching that your blush isn’t visible, because you can already feel your face heating up.
He stares, eyes squinted. You watch your plate, then look back at his lovely hands, fingers pale and impatient, thr-r-r-rumming in sequence against his now-closed notebook.
“What’s with the air-head act? And why are you clutching your tummy and moving like you fell down the stairs?” Okay, that one’s easy.
“Cramps.” Your reply is stiff, but reflexive. The pink in his fingertips as he drums is entrancing. Maybe you’ve saved it– you think you sound sure. He’s silent for beat, and you pick up a cracker and look out the window. Maybe you’re a genius. The fuck’s he gonna do? Argue?
“Hm. Bullshit?” You look up to challenge that, and catch him peering behind you to the stuffed possum you had gifted him when his favourite, real, live, wild possum friend stopped her brief shuffle through the fire pit behind his trailer one drizzly day. 
(Eddie had called it the best week of his life, then declared that he’d never love again.)
After another beat, as if the scruffy thing has read the room and confirmed its answer, Eddie nods once, curls bouncing, then swings his neck dramatically back to you to assert, “bullshit.” 
It's panic creeping up your throat now, because he’s going to see you,  see them, this isn’t– well– it is– but you didn’t think it through, and you aren’t a good enough liar to dodge the impending question. You hem for another moment, hands hovering over your torso, and he looks between them and your face before snapping his bulk upright so fast that the bits of pink littering his lap and thin muscle shirt fly up in the flurry.
“What’re you hiding?”
A frown tugs your lips down before you can stop it. You watch Eddie toss the notebook and, with a loud thump, collapse off the bed boneless into your nest of blankets and towards you like a mad slinky before you can finish saying, “nothing! I’m not– hiding–, wait a second!” 
In that second, Eddie has slithered the 4 feet between him and you, kind of flinging himself on top, landing more gently than you expected in a straddle and pinning your now-closed thighs under his seat before you can wiggle back and away in time. 
“Did you get a tattoo without me? You fucking did, didn’t you?” He might be verging on genuinely hurt, by the sound of it. You’d promised after he’d started his stick-n-poke journey that he’d be your first, (tattooer, that is), once he got some training together. Had swore to him–
“Le’me see– what, is it that shitty? Who the hell did you go to? You can’t be–”
“Ow, Eddie, stop!” Your screeching protest belies real pain this time, curling in on yourself and to the side as much as possible. He bumped a piercing in the shuffle, the pain expected but still shocking, and he backs off a bit and coos in sympathy, all his next words coming out in a frantic rush.
“Fuck, oh no, I’m sorry. I’msosorry, Sweetheart? Are you okay?”
You’ve crossed your arms in front of you, breathing deep through the stinging. As it subsides, he ducks his head to meet your eyeline, his paint-stained palms up, promising no contact. He’s still straddling you, most of his weight on his heels. Still locking you under him, where its very warm.
If you looked down and saw your heart itself beating its way out of your chest, you wouldn’t be shocked. You’re almost choking on it, and plotting how to get him off you without knocking the new piercings again. Its enough to spin your head, to think you’ve been found out this soon, that the bravado in your spirit has fled so quickly at the reality, not just the idea, the real life prospect of showing Munson your tits. 
But it's thrilling, him on top of you. It's always thrilling, a dream fulfilling itself, isn't it? Even if the context is off. This isn't the first time a bout of “weird” from one of you or the other has ended up in a fact-finding mission– sometimes wrestling match, or pillow fight, or wild, short chase through the woods. 
But every time he gets this close, it's like the path between your head brain to the other brain is cleared– heat is flooding the thin cotton that separates you from his well-worn denim faster than ever. He has to get up, right now. You have to keep him there forever. 
You relax as the sting subsides, uncurling and groaning a bit as those strong, clever hands fall to bracket your head on either side. Eddie leans down, sounding the creak of floor beneath you,  and scowls, bathing you in his radiating heat. Studying you, taking in your full lips pressed into a thin, nervous line, your brows turned up where they’d meet, betraying distress. 
“What is going on in there, man?" He's really worried now. When did you start keeping secrets?
“It’s…not a tattoo?” You purse your lips and scrunch your nose, and the sweet smile that flows like syrup across his face seems involuntary.
“Then what else– huh?” Eddie is trying to keep eye contact, but the wheels are turning, and his lovely smile drops. He glances at your arms crossed over your chest, and his jaw falls open, eyes narrowed in disbelief.
“Not a tattoo. Not ‘a’ anything, actually. Two things.”
“No, you didn’t. No way, not a chance.” Eddie seizes your wrists and ignores your protests, pinning each arm by your ears where his once were, and tries to x-ray inspect you through your shirt. It's dark, but not thick enough to weather this kind of scrutiny. Those telltale bumps are right there in front of him, the middle of each trio hardening as he inspects. So, you give up trying to argue, and shrug, suppressing a smile. 
“With— wha?” Eddie’s looney-tunes double-take makes you hoot a laugh as he swings his head and bouncy curls up and down, looking at you, glancing back at your chest, and up again as he processes what he’s hearing. What the fuck is he hearing? 
Your eyes stay low but your brows arch together as you scoff at him, dork. “You’re really telling me you hadn’t seen them?”
“I’ve– not–wha– I’m sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean–”
But, you had been talking shit. He couldn’t have seen anything in the dark shirt you had been wearing all day unless he’d been staring when you weren’t looking– had he been staring at your tits anyway?
 Did he do that often? Your jaw doesn’t drop so much as glide mischievously open. Surprise dawns and Eddie realizes he has, in fact, given himself away too quickly. Coolest dudes in Hawkins, you two.
He changes tack, slapping the floor by your head, still a little shocked.
“You got your nipples pierced? I don’t believe that. I don’t believe you! You’re full of shit.” His voice is almost petulant in its disbelief, high and tinny.
Your eyeroll is audible, “I mean. I can prove it, Munson.” 
“When?” He gasps, indignant, and slaps the floor with the other hand. 
“You barely have your ears pierced-“ he exaggerates. “Who the hell did ‘em? Was it a guy? You let some guy–”
“Please, some professional? Can you be serious?”
“You can’t take the pain, angel, not without my moral support, there’s no way. You’d have been whining about them being sore all fuckin’ week if you’d gotten your—“ 
He looks at your tits again, jaw slack, but in his shifting sends them undulating with the movement. His whole body goes still, except to inhale very slowly.
You’ve maybe never been this self conscious in your life, but his distraction emboldens you.  
“The idea was ‘surprise’, not ‘ambush’. But,” you drawl, smirking as you twist a wrist easily out of his now slack grip and push yourself up onto your elbows. 
“Do you—well.” Your eyes falter when your voice does. You want to offer proof. You’re not that bold yet, but you’re working up to it. 
He gives you room to sit up completely, hovering over your calves, back almost on his haunches. His heat leeches into your legs, swells in your chest and behind your eyes.
You want to touch him, like you always do. Eddie's deep brown eyes are wider, his mouth slack. His breathing is a little harder too, and you wonder for a second— do you want to un-ring this bell while there’s time?
“No,” he answers. “I mean, yeah, I—“ He rolls his plush lips into his mouth and then parts them, trying to work out how to ask. It’s not a dare anymore, and you feel a shyness completely unfamiliar, laid out in front of your best friend in the world. 
You wilt a little; Eddie finds his courage.
He swallows, and you watch his throat work while he figures out what to say, maybe as nervous as you are.
“Can I see?” He sounds hopeful, gentle, but to soothe you or himself, you can’t tell.
You dont quite answer with, “I’ll have you know, they didn’t hurt. At all, actually. It was...cold. Uncomfy, totally, but not painful— just a bit of a pinch? The last week has been worse than the actual needles were.” 
Eddie seems to realize he’s really staring, and cuts his eyes to the left, almost shy, and he seems to wipe sweat from his palms down the length of his strong thighs.
Your own hands pick at the hem of your shirt, and his gaze is split between your mouth and chest. Then, he shifts his weight, leans back like he’s about to give you space, when you reach for his warm, toned tricep, his skin shifting over muscle as he fidgets, and you’re ready to tell him the rest of the story. You can’t bear to miss his warmth on top of you, you realize. Now or never, you think. 
“I…” you croak, “I thought of you.”
 You hear him choke, like actually choke on his spit, then watch him shake his head like he’s rattling himself out of a haze. Eddie’s locked in on your eyes, searching for even the hint of a joke as you lift the shirt up just your stomach, exposing all the graceful cresting hills of your soft middle to his hungry gaze.
“When I picked them out, I mean.”
“Youf, you– fuc– You did this for me?” He sounds so absolutely incredulous, and breathless, all bravado bled out, or rushing to his reddening cheeks. It's like Eddie opened the next Discworld and found a dedication in his name, like the heavens have opened above him. For him? For him?
“Not for you, you clown, of course not. But like, maybe I wondered which ones you’d say I should get. And maybe... I thought you’d appreciate my pick.” Your crooked smile feels small, and you feel like offering something more substantial. 
So, you do.
“Appreciate..? I. Oh, god, Jesus, I.” You had been lifting your shirt so casually as you spoke, palms sliding up across your skin and dragging cotton with them, a caress so careless it seemed incidental. But you avoid hitting the new bars through each hardening nip, chills putting a mild tremble in your hands that he first catches, and is then distracted from. You watch Eddie’s short-circuit for a bit, feel his thighs tense around yours. You decide then that boldness is the only path forward. 
At the last rounding, you let them hem of the shirt catch on the underside of your bust, and just before its dangerous, lift them up by the hem and then drop them a bit, so they bounce for him, putting on a little show, posture straighter than before in presentation.
You’ve killed him. His plush lips try and fail to form a word, any word, as he lets out another shakey breath and leans back in to you by centimeters.  
“Eddie?” you prompt at his silence, voice quieter now. He’s still a little wide-eyed when he gasps out,
“What. Appreciate? Fuck, you’re beautiful. So, so beautiful. Jesus Christ, I never thought— Are those bats?” He’s moon-eyed and gaping like a dry fish, and you’re too keyed up to even tease him about it. You didn't just think of him, you conspired to match with him, to carry a little bit of him with you.
You know he wants to see you, more than just the piercings, and that teasing smirk is a distant memory, much like your patience. 
“So you hate them, huh?” He’s shocked into laughing before you can finish the question, restoring the quiet to something like normal as he raises his ringed hands to frame the low curve of your breasts. But he takes them in only with his eyes, flitting back and forth between them.
“They look, so so good, so good, god. The color you picked, even,” a warm gold that picks up the warmth in the soft creamy brown of your skin, “it glows, like, perfect. Gold’s your color, Sweetheart. It's all your color.” 
Bravado is fickle. You order him through barely parted lips, like you didn’t mean to say it out loud, then almost slur the hasty backtrack, “touch them. If-you-want, I-mean, if-you—.” 
In Eddie’s mind’s eye, gold falls from the sky; from his mouth tumbles a bewildered, “'If i want?' Are you insane?” 
As he reaches, you nod and sit up a bit straighter, feel heat rise in your cheeks, and take his confession with a crooked smile.
“I dreamt this.”
Here’s you, insufferably coy through a giggle: “Yeah? How’d it go?”
 His own knowing smirk is back, and you shiver, wanting fathoms deep as Eddie's hot hands envelope the heavy mounds of your breasts from below, cupped in the way he had threatened before you granted permission. Eddie seems to weigh them as he holds you, committing to memory how the plush fat of them sits in his palms, how they pebble across with gooseflesh at his very gentle fondling. 
You’re so soft, and warm, and he’s touching you; his mind splits in two. Some of him prays to any god for escalation, the rest could die happy right here.
On contact, you sigh together. Heavy, whispering things— you were both holding your breath— and inhale together, too. Your eyes flutter closed at the the drag of each body-warm ring as they poke into you. His calluses are almost sharp against you where they glide, some of the time ghosting over your skin, but mostly kneading you warmer.
It's your soft little hum of pleasure, how you arch, helpless, into his touch— the indiscreet rub of your knees together, and your thighs into his seat, the way you fight the smile back— these bring him back to himself,  and he checks your face again, watching the small smile grow as your eyes flick up to his. 
“Different,” Eddie intones, low and slow. “We’re out of order.”
You’re watching his pretty mouth again while he feigns serious, but as he moves just one hand to the floor behind you and leans in close, warm Cheez-It-breath tickling your face, setting alight every nerve that wasn’t already screaming for deeper contact. You meet his penetrating gaze and gasp at the pleasure-pain of that ringed thumb finally, finally, swiping up along one pert nipple. 
It's a shocked moan, not a gasp, that opens your mouth as he collides with it, timed perfectly with the upward jolt of your hips into his hardening cock. It's Eddie’s turn to gasp— his rushes out hot and quick, as if from a gut-punch. 
He's fighting for his life trying to steady his voice, act casual. “Usually, I get my mouth on your first.”
With that, he closes the gap again, but this time pulls away with a wet smack, a kiss so brief you’re compelled to chase him and get your licks in.
“Then, my hands,” he says, as he closes his fingers around as much of you as he can grasp with each hand to squeeze. Its at once electrifying and comforting, leaning into him and running from the cold. You want him pressed against you completely, but he's focused on the pillows of supple skin and heat in his hands.
“Promise,” he chokes, “ahhh, promise to tell me if it hurts, angel?”
“Eddie, touch me— I promise— touch me,” you positively beg, and your Eddie, egged on by your fingers now pulling deliciously at the hair on his sensitive nape, recovers fast. He’s on you before he can take his next breath in, and bites down around your bottom lip, pushing you with him gently as he leans forward, mashing your noses together.  
And you kiss Eddie back, hard, sucking his trembling lip between yours and earning yourself a groan that sends a lovely buzz through your jaw where you meet. That fucking noise, and his hand still on you, now not as gentle, sending little shocks of pleasure as he swipes gently along the outer dark ring crowning your nipple. The skin there is tightening, growing impossibly sensitive, and each brush and nudge shocks you between your clamped thighs, makes your body rock a little, sending kinetic energy across you that has him enthralled. So much evidence of his effect on you, the movement anchors him to reality.
"Good?"
"Really good, Eddie, yeah." You squirm under him as he massages one side, then both, then rests his forehead against yours to gaze down, intent on his project. 
“You feel good too, angel,” Eddie groans again, enjoying himself in earnest, crowding you gently together, then letting each breast roll in his hands, rough digits brushing in tandem against beads so taut it almost hurts, so intense its almost too much, but you need more.
“You know what’ll feel even better?” You ask him in a pant, breathless and focused– you need him between your legs too, and desperately, so you nudge one of his, asking to widen so you can rearrange. Eddie obliges, planting one solid knee right against your aching core and letting you fall back, propped up on both elbows. 
Neither of you wastes a second. This kiss is a hot, wet collision of sighs and spit, grinding sloppily into each other through just too many layers of sweet, stiff friction, whining into each other’s open mouths. 
While you nearly lift your hips off the floor, chasing the worn denim between your legs, tension in your lower gut building faster than it ever has alone, Eddie rides your linen-covered thigh just above your bent knee, murmuring between love-bites to your chin, the chubby apple of your grinning cheek, then the crook of your neck, where he finds and then latches onto a spot that makes you seize under his weight, clamping your thighs around the one at the very center of your focus. 
You clasp a hand at the back of his head again, scratching a bit at his neck and forcing a long shaky sigh out of his mouth as the rhythm of his swirling hips grows rough, devolves into a stuttering staccatto race to the finish, and he’s talking himself through it into your shoulder as you barrel him down.
Ed's heaving whines are gorgeous, ragged, as he sighs into your neck about how good you feel under him. He can’t finish a sentence as he groans into your shoulder, all about how good you smell, how he can’t believe you did this for him, how badly he wants to taste them. 
“Taste? I,” you cut yourself off with a near-panicked whine when his leg slinks heavily down, the relief of his wet but still straining crotch-tent another brief sliding kiss against your now soaking cunt, and you resist seizing him by the scalp, to keep him up with you, but only just. You’re both so close; he’s stalling?
No, tasting.
Through your horny fog, your mind starts to process his goal. Eddie works his body down yours urgently, never really breaking contact, and as he slips away all you can do is watch him watch you.
In a thrall, as he draws a scalding trail of open-mouth kisses down the heaving swell of your exposed breasts. The wet kisses cool fast in the chilly air of his room, and it feels so good you don’t care how needy your sighs sound, how obscene and high your breaths echo in your own ears. Then he pauses in his descent to admire you again, breaking eye contact for a few awe-struck moments, dropping a chaste peck just left of the left nip, then resting his forehead on your sternum. When he fully squishes your tits into his cheeks it makes you laugh out loud, and you feel his smile and then chuckle against your stomach.
He seems to paise there for a few moments, content to nuzzle, and your high whine-sigh takes even you off guard. Eddie looks up at the sound but stops himself saying whatevers on his mind. Instead, he double-takes between your mouth and chest once, and again, then and finally asks, “sweetheart?”
He’s got that look like he’s up to something, and you can’t say you mind it. 
Eddie drags his lovely nose across the wide valley between your bust, your shoulders cave a bit with the shiver, and he continues, “can I?”
Taste. Yes, “please, Eddie, yeah,” and he closes his hot mouth over one hard bead, swirling that devilish tongue around and over, knocking it roughly enough to pull a harsh hiss from between your clamped teeth. Your hands are both in his hair again, and in a little pain you pull at his sensitive scalp and feel the buzz of his moaning around you, closing the little pleasure circuit between you.
You feel every wet swipe of tongue like a brand, on your sensitive chest and melting, shocks of heat driving down in your sex, chasing the pressure and pushing your body into his chest where he lays against you. 
One of his hot hands mimics his mouth’s rhythm on the other tit, and the lewd sounds of his deep moans around you are only matched by the obscene slick of his hand finding the soaked core of you under his torso, his fingers tingling over the used cotton.
You nod assent before he can even ask, catching his eyes as he pulls away from your chest to check on you. He finds your open pant, you low lidded attention on only him, and smiles. Then, he grinds his own hips into your leg where he straddles it, lower than before, moaning again around your mound and sucking this time, a new kind of pressure that pulls the neediest cries from you yet. His fingers finally breach your underwear from the side, and the calloused contact jolts you to the precipice, climax just within reach now that your clit has direct, emphatic attention. 
His tongue swirls faster, and Eddie matches that pace with his slick fingers between your cunt lips, circling the trigger and nudging just the top of your gasping hole, pace quickening, just what you're begging him for. Your free leg hitches around his back and pulls him into you, then you clamp up and pull hard at the hair in your grasp, gasping his name over and over as you come shaking, curling around his head, pussy drooling on his rings and wrist, hips frantic in their desperate chase for friction. 
Eddie’s not far behind, rhythm incomprehensible as he’s distracted by his own big finish. He bites down almost too hard around your breast and fucks down onto your trapped leg, groans buzzing through you as he drools and sputters and comes a warm wet mess into the washed-out black. 
The grey light is blinding, you can’t open your eyes at first. But you start to collect yourself when you feel him pull off, sliding his hand slowly out of your panties. You open your eyes to him watching you again, eyes half closed, to him catching his breath, and with no regard for the mess on his hand he gathers your collar in his fist and hauls you forward for another kiss, other hand tucked in the soft folds of your waist, grasping, clutching, pulling you in.
“Ouch.” You say, with no heat at all. 
As he scoffs, Eddie slinks back down again to kiss it better, another gentle peck just to the side of the most sensitive bud of your breast where he sucked and nibbled hard enough to bruise. Just a pinch, indeed.
“Aw, I’m sorry, angel,” he promises, only a little sarcastic, and finally rounds his mouth around your right nipple, which he had neglected until now. 
Then, you hear the slightest crunch. Like crumbs rubbing together.
Eddie smacks his lips a couple times, tasting, considering.
"Salty," he says. No way.
Oh, god, no. No fucking way. He still licking you clean but you freeze, then he does, but Eddie, knowing exactly what he just set you up for, loses it. He buries the cackle in your tummy as it dawns on you, and you do some quick math– you last showered this morning, which means you last soaked your piercing this morning, maybe 10 hours ago.
Eddie crawls back up your body as you wail, “ohhh, my God, Munson, why would you—? I cannot–” and lands eye-level, with you spent and boneless on your back, him in a table-top pose, arms propped by your shoulders. 
He hadn't been neglecting your other side, he had been saving it.
10 hours. More than enough time for new “crusties” to form, so more than enough time to build your own nightmare from natural scratch. And he didn’t hesitate, or mention it at all, that your piercings were clearly crusted over as part of the usual healing process, he just sucked them off anyway like they were in the way.
“You– absolute– freak! Eddie what the fuck! Did you fucking eat it? Are you insane?”
“What? I helped! And it’s probably, like, I don’t know, nutritious somehow. Protein?” He shrugs, smirking in the face of your horror, your embarrassment. You hadn’t thought to look at your own tits when the idea of his eyes on you had been more than enough to deal with.
You punctuate every few words with sharp shoves, which barely register as nudges to him from your angle, still under him, fighting his weight and gravity itself. Little by little, he sinks against them, and you tire yourself out before his chest traps your arms between the two of you.
“You– sicko, I didn’t– give you permission– to snack on me.”
“You even said ‘please,’ sweet heart, no take backs. I believe they’re my boogers now.” His smile is just content now, mischief subsumed by all the love in his eyes. You were in his mouth; now you’re on your way through his system. He thinks its romantic.
He ate it. Like a weird pet left unattended too long, he saw something new and simply put his mouth on it. Your-- friend? hardly, you think-- Eddie Munson just ate the new piercing boogers off you, straight from the source as he came in his jeans. You don’t even know what to do, so bewildered you shove his shoulders and chest as rough as he’ll allow before he seizes your wrists and pins you again, only this time, your tits are still out. 
“Without full knowledge, that’s twisted– you’re sick.” Your smile betrays you. What a weirdo, sure, but who else would full-send like that? You can’t think of anyone you’ve dated– anyone you’ve let touch you– that has ever been so close, and you haven’t even seen his cock yet. 
God, what a freak– your freak, you think with a thrill.
“Yeah yeah, heard it before."
Its quiet for a bit as you stare at each other, smiles crooked and soft.
"Well. Cat’s out of the bag?”
“Seems that way.” So, there's your "what are we" convo' all sorted.
“Good. So you know— " Eddie ducks his head to tap his nose against yours, then pulls back again to hover a little closer than before, "clothes are no longer an option.”
“What. The hell are you saying.”
“I'm saying,” he whispers, suddenly against your ear, dragging out each syllable, and slides his thumb and it's cool bat ring now poking out of a soft fist across your collarbone and up your shoulder, just to see you shiver again, just to watch you shake.
“hu-.. what, Munson, spit it out!” Now, you grab him by both wrists, and the quick movement brings his eyes to your tits again, gold titanium winking in the gray light. The soft wave of your body warms his core. He's half-hard already just watching you move.
“Too late, ha.” You groan, still grossed out, and anticipating this, he groans with you, mocking. You feel it through your own chest, feel it down your pinned leg.
Then, Eddie’s voice is soft too, at once dreamy and deadly serious, when he says, “You,” drops a kiss on one shoulder, “were so, so right,” and another on the other, “you won't need clothes ever again.” 
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Its only days later, your next day off, when your favorite metalhead greets you at your front door. You don’t even have time to say hello before he’s flashing you; Eddie yanks his shirt up, fast as he can, to show off two glinting barbells, twin gold angel wings framing each nipple, still red and a little swollen from the piercing.
He beams at you, proud of the shock written all over your face, and before you can recover, cradles your face with one ringed hand and swoops in to plant one on your open mouth, grinning all the while. 
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Eddie the Victorious
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Pairing: vampire! Eddie Munson x black Sinclair! reader
Rating: Explicit, 18+ only. Minors, ageless, blank, & non-updated blogs will be blocked immediately.
Word count: 11,565 words
Plot: Your reunion with your friend Eddie Munson is cut tragically short when Vecna attacks Hawkins. But what will you do when he mysteriously returns on Halloween night and he isn't like he used to be…
Warnings: For 18+ readers, this fic is filled with cursing, brief mentions of grief, sex, including rough sex, vaginal sex, fingering, oral sex, kissing, public sex, dry humping, bathroom sex, and blood drinking during sexy times. Brief mention of stalking and murder. Eddie and reader use uncommon nicknames. Single mention of class-based slur in reference to Eddie. Lots of vampire Eddie hijinks, and Eddie's filthy eager mouth.
Notes: This is my first Stranger Things fic and definitely my longest one shot! This is canon-adjacent, but extends past the canon of season 4. The reader is part of the Sinclair family. All 80s references have been verified, Eddie and the reader are both adults (Eddie is 20-23 throughout, and the reader is 19-22). I sincerely tried my best, including binging season 4 in the space of 2 days, reading more than I expected about Indiana, and dropping some truly nerdy references.
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1986
Everyone knew Hawkins was weird. It was small town weird, oppressive and seething in its hatred of anything different. Even though it was obvious that it was a fucking cursed place. You just always felt on edge, like there was something bad just in the corner of your eye. 
But everyone just kept up the ruse that it was a perfect little town, with nothing awful happening. Even with the growing murders, deaths and disappearances. You’d even lost the sheriff last summer in that fucking mall fire. That wasn’t normal.
You only had two options. Stay and get sucked into the Hawkins void, or get the fuck out. You got the fuck out as soon as you graduated. You moved to the city, only coming back to check in with your siblings, Erica and Lucas. 
Erica was young but whip-smart, taking no shit from anyone. She made you proud. But you worried about Lucas becoming a Hawkins robot, his sweet nature making him easily led as he became more popular.
During his freshman year, Lucas told you he started playing D&D with an older kid your age. Eddie Munson, Eddie the freak. The poor, drug dealing high school failure that your parents disparagingly referred to as white trash.
Eddie, the guy who refused to sell you weed with a smile on his face when you shyly asked in sophmore year, afraid to approach the cute school reject. Eddie, your secret best friend, who got you into metal and fantasy. Eddie, your first kiss when you were both 17, drunk and curious in the back of his beat up van. You’d both laughed it off as nothing, but the feel of his soft, eager lips and the taste of Marlboros and vodka stayed with you.
No one knew how close you were. You were the brain and he was the bad boy, and he didn’t want his reputation hurting yours. But you knew that he wasn’t really bad. He was sweet, goofy and dramatic, and real. The realest person you knew. He pretended not to give a shit about what people said to him, but he did. It hurt him, and it hurt you.
You’d told him to hurry up and graduate already, to get out and really focus on his music. But he always just looked at you with that dopey, smug smile, his dark eyes full of mirth. “This is gonna be my year, just wait and see, babe.”
But it was never his year. And eventually you had to leave him behind, missing him all the while. Calling felt too hard, so you didn’t. Visiting too. But neither of you tried, so that was that. You tried to become a real person and make real friends, not the popular bitches you knew in high school.
But when your mom mentioned that Erica was out playing D&D that night, hope tugged at your heart. You said that you were planning on coming down anyway, so you would check up on your sweet baby sister. Your mom was touched that you still took an interest in your siblings’ lives.
And so you got dressed and sped to Hawkins High, feeling self-conscious. It was already getting dark when you arrived. You made your way to the games room, feeling weird about being back. You waited at the door, listening to shouts inside.
Erica eventually came out with a few younger kids you knew well, including Mike and Dustin, Lucas’s childhood friends. You smiled and waved at them.
She raised an eyebrow at your Iron Maiden crop top and leather miniskirt, semi-obscured by an oversized cardigan. You scratched the back of your leg, clad in glittery tights. Your style had changed in college, you’d gone from preppy fuck to Denise Huxtable, but you were usually still a lot more clothed. And you usually weren’t wearing dark red lipstick when you visited family.
Mike and Dustin gawped at you before Erica pushed them away. “What the hell are you doing here? Aren’t you too old to be hanging out at a high school? Don’t you have friends at your college?”
“Shut up, of course I have friends. I, uh, wanted to check in with you, make sure you were ok playing with high-schoolers.”
“You dressed up like that to check up on me? At 9pm on a school night? I call bullshit.”
“Don’t say bullshit, you’re eleven,” you said automatically. “Look, I knew Munson in high school, kinda. Figured I’d say hey.”
“You knew Eddie?” Dustin said. “Really?”
“Yeah, we were close.”
They all wanted to ask questions after that, but you cut them off. “Oh my god, can you all just go home? It’s late. Tell mom and dad I’ll be a little late for dinner, I’m just catching up with friends. Don’t tell them who!”
“I won’t, if I’m compensated for my silence.” Erica said expectantly. 
“Unbelievable, a shakedown from my own sister,” you grumbled. You gave her five dollars. 
“Do I look like an amateur? Twenty bucks or no deal.”
You both glared at each other. You broke first.
“God-fucking-damnit,” you muttered, fishing in your purse. You gave her a twenty. That was my gas money.
She steered the boys down the hall. “Nice doing business with you. Have fun being a slut with the freak!”
She stuck her tongue out at you. You smiled sarcastically as you gave her the finger. With a sigh you turned around, straightening your skirt. You opened the door and walked inside. 
“Eddie?” You watched his familiar mountain of curls as he cleaned up the large table. The dim lights and fairy lights gave him a magical quality, like a wizard about to cast a spell. Eddie the Grey. He looked up, his movements stilled. 
You both looked at each other for a long moment, not moving. And then the screech of familiar shoes against linoleum as he ran towards you, closing the gap. 
“Cookie? Cookie, holy shit!” All you saw was a flurry of soft brown curls and the flash of a wide smile before you were lifted into the air and spun around. 
You laughed as you held him tightly. God, you’d forgotten about his nickname for you. Cookie monster, on account of your sweet tooth. “Hey, Eds. I heard you roped in another Sinclair, thought I’d come by and visit.”
“It’s been too long, Sinclair.” He put you down gently. 
“I know.”
You stepped away from him, a smile growing as you saw him. He hadn’t changed. Still lanky, tattooed and in his Hellfire Club shirt. “You look the same.”
He gave a low whistle, his expressive face transforming from happiness to wonder. He looked at you like you hoped he would. “You’ve changed.”
Your grin was rueful. “Yeah, decided that maybe I should try being myself for once. Some weirdo I knew said it might be good for me.”
Eddie’s laugh was soft. He remembered that night three years ago, laying in what would become your favourite spot in the forest. The night you really became friends. He was delighted by your foul mouth and wry cynicism.
“You’re really not like what I expected.” He looked over at you.
You batted your eyes at him, putting on a Valley Girl accent. “Like, omigod, did you think I’d be, like, some braindead Barbie?”
He snorted, his breath visible in the cool air. “I mean- I know you’re smart, but- yeah. Kinda.”
You scoffed. “I’m a smart black girl in fucking Indiana. I do what I need to do to get by. Trust me, those bitches are only friends with me cos I help them with their homework and they’re not threatened by me being around their boyfriends.”
Eddie propped himself up to look at you closely, his brows furrowed. “Fuck.”
You sighed, feeling tired. You hadn’t said that out loud before. “Yeah. Fuck. Besides, you’re not what I imagined either.”
He leapt up, looking like a deranged marionette. He hunched over you, a theatrical leer on his face. He laughed wickedly, making your heart beat faster. He took on the voice of a Hammer horror villain. 
“What did you imagine, hmm? An evil devil worshipper? The fearsome criminal of Hawkins High?”
You giggled, pushing him over. He clutched his chest as he sprawled on the grass, feigning his untimely death.
“Yeah, but you’re actually just a dorky nerd who likes crappy music.”
Eddie glanced over at you with a wolfish grin. “Says the brain.” He looked serious for a minute. “Didja ever think things might be better if you let more people see this version of you? I like this version.”
You shut your eyes, listening to the owls call out above. “Maybe one day, once I’m outta here. But the people in this town don’t want the real me, they want the prissy brain who’s “so well spoken”. You couldn’t hide your disgust.
Eddie considered you. “Well, fuck that, and fuck them. I’m here if you ever need to just be you. And next time I’ll bring booze.”
You extended your hand and he did the same, shaking on it. “Deal, Munson.”
“Sorry I didn’t call,” you said, feeling awkward. 
He brushed off the apology. “Hey, I didn’t either. Figure you needed time to work your shit out in college.”
“I missed you, Eds. But, I dunno. It took so long to get into the swing of things, and I started feeling good about myself, and then-”
“And then?” Eddie echoed.
“I felt different. And I worried that maybe you wouldn’t like this version of me.” You looked away. “I know it’s stupid.”
Eddie wrapped you in a hug. “It’s totally stupid. It’s you, monster. ‘Course I’ll still like you. You’re my best friend, idiot.”
“You’re my best friend, too, freak.”
You held each other for dear life. You missed this, the smell of his cheap shampoo and cigarettes.
“How long are you here for?”
“Only tonight, I have class in the afternoon. I just wanted to say hello. And tell you to get your shit together. Are you finally gonna graduate?”
Eddie laughed at your fierce expression. “Yeah! I got one more exam, and if I pass that then I’m outta here.”
You played with his wallet chain, an old habit. Now was the time for courage. “Eds. Move to Indianapolis with me. We could get an apartment together. There’s a record store near campus where you could work, it’s really cool, and you could, like, find a place nearby to play.  I’ve told my friends about you, they’ll love you, they want to meet you, they kept telling me to talk to you again. And you could, uh, still drive back here for Hellfire Club every week. You can start over, Eddie, we can start over.” You were rambling. Oh god, shut up shut up.
He placed his hands on your shoulders. His rings were heavy against your skin. “Breathe, Cookie.”
You tried to not get your hopes up. 
His smile was so joyful that it washed your fear away. You’d missed this face. “That sounds fucking great. Yeah. Let’s do it.”
“Really?” you squealed, not quite believing it. 
“Yeah, let’s fucking do it! Let’s be roommates!” It wasn’t far. The band could still stay together, he would be close to Wayne. He could be with you. He hadn’t ever dared to dream it. Good things didn’t happen to guys like him.
“Aw, Eds, I’m so excited, I could kiss you!” The words came out before you could stop them. You looked at him with wide eyes. He stared back at you.
You were on each other in an instant. It was as though he’d been waiting for permission to touch you. Your messy kisses were interrupted by soft, happy laughs. 
He pulled you towards his throne, his fingers tugging your belt loops and keeping you close. He sat you down, his lips locked on yours, his stubble scratching your skin. His lips were still so pillowy soft. You bit down on his bottom lip, loving his startled gasp and the lust that filled his eyes.
He started unbuckling his belt as you lifted your hips high enough to shimmy out of your tights and underwear. 
“D’you have a condom?” you asked breathlessly.
“Uh,” Eddie frantically searched his pockets. He moved away to check his jacket. You could see his fists ball up as he threw his head back. 
“Goddamnit!” he yelled despairingly.
“Eddie, Eddie, it’s fine!” you said with a chuckle. 
He swung around. “No, it’s not! You look really hot, and my dick is hard and- fuck!” He hid his face in his hair.
“Munson, you idiot. Get over here. Sit down.” You stood and pulled your underwear back up. You took off your cardigan and top. 
Eddie moved like a man in a trance, his eyes not leaving your chest. Your cherry red bra offset the soft gleam of your skin. You moved to let him sit down. 
“We can still have fun.” You straddled him, attempting to sound braver than you felt. Your skirt rode up as you adjusted yourself on his lap. He could feel the heat of your cunt against his crotch.
“What do you wanna do?” Eddie attempted to sound suave, but his voice was breathy with anticipation. 
You spoke quietly on his lips. “Touch me and find out.”
“Oh, o- ok.” 
You kissed him again, your tongue meeting his. You could do this all night. As you made out with him, you began to grind on his thigh, moaning softly at the friction. Eddie put his shaking hands on your hips, feeling the rhythm of your undulations. 
His kisses became more fervent, moving from your mouth to your neck, before quickly making a beeline towards your breasts.
“Hello, I’ve always wanted to meet you,” he cooed with a large grin, before burying his face between your tits.
“You fucking dork,” you gasped as his tongue found your nipples. “Oh, fuck!”
His hand snaked between your thighs, stroking your covered folds. He could feel how wet you were, could feel the way your legs trembled. He put his hand down your underwear, wanting more. You whimpered into his hair.
“All this for me?” he said, full of wonder.
“Oh, Eddie,” you sighed. The ache in your core grew as he touched you with fingers made nimble from years of guitar-playing. You ground yourself against his hand until you found yourself on a dizzying crest of pleasure. “Oh, that’s it-”
You both heard it at the same time. The sound of someone in the hall moving towards you. You both swore before quickly putting back on clothes and attempting to look presentable. When the door opened, you and Eddie were back at the table holding figurines, the picture of innocence.
“Are you kids almost done? I gotta clean.” The janitor squinted at you in the low light.
“Yeah man. Just give us five minutes, then we’ll be outta your hair, Mr Simmonds.” Eddie gave his most charming smile.
“Yeah, alright.” Mr Simmonds left the room.
You started laughing uncontrollably, and Eddie followed. 
“I can’t believe we almost had sex in the nerd room!” You looked at him and giggled again. “Your fly’s undone, Munson. And your mouth is covered in lipstick.”
“Oh, shit.” He laughed self-consciously as he adjusted himself and zipped up his jeans. You helped clean off his face.
You both cleaned up the table, carefully putting away his figures and dice. When you left the game room, you were looped arm in arm.
“Do you really want to live with me, Cookie? You got out, you’re doing shit with your life. I’m still, uh, me.”
“Good thing I like you.” You looked at him. “Yeah, I wanna live with my best friend. I believe in you, Eds. This town will never let you change. You’re not a freak, you deserve to just be Eddie Munson. Besides,” you said teasingly. “I still owe you a blow job and you still owe me that nerdy dick.”
“Christ, Cookie, you really are a little monster,” Eddie said in awe.
You left the school and walked to your cars. You fished in your purse and pulled out a pen and scrap of paper. “This is my new dorm room number and my address. Call me whenever you want. When the semester’s over we can look for a place. I’ll give you a tour of the city.”
You gave him the scrap paper. He smiled when he saw your little doodle of a monster next to your number. He gave you a tight hug.
“I really missed you. Can I call you tomorrow night?”
You felt hopeful. “Look forward to it, dorkface.”
“I gotta go, I’m supposed to meet up with someone.” You didn’t have to ask, you knew what he was up to. He pulled up his jacket sleeve and took off his leather cuff. He gave it to you. “Here. I want you to have it.”
You looked down at it. It was black with embossed skulls and silver hardware. You smiled as you put it on. You removed your spider pin from your cardigan and carefully fastened it to his jacket. You kissed him softly.
“Love you, Eds. Best friends forever?”
He nodded, his smile as happy as yours. “Friends for fucking ever.”
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You were home by ten, changing into more comfortable clothes before joining your family on the sofa. It was a nice night. Erica was happy after winning a campaign and Lucas was out at a party, celebrating. It was completely normal. You’d always remember how normal everything was, from the meatloaf and mashed potatoes to bickering with your little sister.
You did your laundry before going to bed, and talked to your parents about your classes. When you got into bed, you rubbed your new cuff like a talisman before drifting off to sleep.
Morning was hectic, like it always was. You pulled on a jumpsuit and had a hearty breakfast before getting everything together for the drive. Your parents were watching the news when you came back downstairs, their faces deeply concerned.
“What?”
“Someone was murdered last night. A teenager.” Your mom looked upset. 
“That’s awful.” You looked at the television. “We’d know if it was one of Lucas’s friends, right?”
“Yeah.” She glanced at the screen again before smiling at you. “Ready to go?”
“Yeah. I already said bye to Erica, just need to load up the car.”
She got up and gave you a hug. “I’m so happy to have my baby back, even if it was only for a night.”
You scrunched your face. “Aw, mom. I can visit more in the summer once I know my hours.”
“You’re working in a coffee shop?” She sounded dubious. She’d offered you a summer job in her office as a receptionist, but you immediately turned it down.
“It's a bookshop-coffeeshop-community space type thing. It’s so I have enough to get a place with friends.” You pulled away and picked up your bags. “I need to go, I have class in a few hours.”
“Call us when you get back?” Your dad looked at you from the sofa.
“I will, Daddy. Tell Lucas I said hi.”
With another round of hugs you were off. You drove back humming along to the radio and thinking about the future with a certain metalhead.
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That night, you waited for his call. You waited until 1am, when you realised it wasn’t going to happen. You went to sleep with tears running down your face. He’d blown you off. Maybe he had changed.
The next week became a nightmare. News travelled fast of the satanic cult murder in Hawkins. The victim was a cheerleader that you knew vaguely. You used to travel in the same circles. It went downhill from there. She was found in the Munson trailer. Eddie was the main suspect. Your Eddie.
I gotta go, I’m supposed to meet up with someone.
You knew it was a drug deal, it was the only way for him to get money. But he wouldn’t hurt anyone. That wasn’t who he was. He was the nerd who played with his band in a garage and played games after school. He was good. 
Things were getting bad in Hawkins. Your parents told you to stay in the city. Erica and Lucas were involved somehow, all the kids were. They kept disappearing into the night. 
You hated this. You became sick with worry, not leaving your room. That fucking cursed town, it dragged everyone into its void. First Eddie and now your family?
After a week, it was over. The horror of Hawkins, they called it. So many dead. Your town torn apart like Hell itself was trying to claw its way out.
But your family was safe. Traumatised, but safe. Eddie was still missing. You went back immediately. You had to. You had to help. 
It was worse than anything you could have imagined. You could see the black, acrid smoke from miles away. The cars on the other side of the road never stopped as residents left Hawkins forever. The town itself was in shambles, with collapsed buildings and gigantic rifts in the ground.
Your family was moving to a nearby town, easy to accomplish with a realtor mother. The house was still standing, but who knew what else would happen? You spent a full day packing up the house and loading up the moving van. An entire life was placed in boxes or given away to others who had lost everything. As much as you hated Hawkins, you felt a keen sense of sadness at this loss.
The next day you volunteered at the makeshift shelter for a little while, helping where you could, trying to not think. You saw Wayne Munson looking lost. You hurried to speak to him. You’d only met him a few times when you and Eddie had horror movie nights in the trailer. You knew him as a gruff, but kind man. 
“Hey, Mr Munson,” you said quietly. He looked at you in surprise. You knew it had been a while.
“Um, I just wanted to say that I know Eds wouldn’t have done any of the things he’s been accused of. He’s a great guy. I hope he comes home soon.” Your voice wavered. “I really miss him.”
Wayne gave you a small, shaky smile, clutching your hands tightly for a brief moment. He noticed your cuff, but said nothing about it. 
“Thank you. I ‘preciate it. He’s a good boy, my Eddie.”
“Take care, Mr Munson. I hope things get better soon.” It wasn’t until after he left that you realised that his eyes had been red with tears.
You dropped off food for your family and left soon after, exhausted. You were back at your dorm when the phone rang. Against all reason, you hoped. Your heart hammered in your chest. You picked up the phone.
“Hello?” You flopped down on the beat-up sofa.
“Sis?” Erica didn’t normally call you that.
You exhaled, disappointed. “Sis? Not assface or loser?”
“I hafta tell you something.” 
“What?” She was being uncharacteristically solemn, but that wasn’t surprising after the week she’d had.
“Um. Dustin called me, he wanted you to know.” She hesitated. “He was with Eddie during the earthquake.”
Anxiety flowed through you. You stood up and paced the room, tangling the phone cord around you.“Oh god, is he ok? He was supposed to call before all this happened, I-I was gonna show him the city. Fuck, that sounds so stupid now. But I’ve been so worried!” 
Silence followed. A chill settled in your veins. “Erica?” Your voice cracked.
“He, um. He didn’t make it. Dustin already told Mr Munson. I didn’t want you to hear it on the news.”
“Oh.” You couldn’t breathe. Gravity pushed down on you, forcing the air from your lungs. You collapsed in a heap. You hiccuped a sob, trying not to wail.
Erica said your name, sounding alarmed. You were the eldest, you never cried. You were always there to comfort them.
“S-s-sorry,” you managed to get out. “Thanks for telling me. Tell Dustin and Lucas I’m sorry for their loss. I, uh, I need to go now.” You hung up the phone and hugged your knees. 
You’d waited too long. All of your hopes crumbled into ash. Eddie Munson was dead and no one would ever know what he meant to you. 
And that was that.
1987
You tried to build yourself back up after Eddie’s death. Hawkins slid even further into decline after your family’s hurried move. There was no reason to return. Visiting Eddie’s grave would bring no comfort, you knew that his body was never found. You did your own small memorial, playing Judas Priest as you lit candles and cried quietly. 
No one would understand why you mourned the supposed teenage serial killer. Again, he had to be your secret. You hated it.
You framed the only picture you had of you both from high school, of you and Eddie at a fair a few towns over, you laughing with funnel cake in your hand, him with a wide grin as he gave you devil horns. That had been the day after you graduated. He wanted to celebrate but didn’t have much money, so he brought you to the fair. It wasn’t really a thing he was into, but you both had fun pretending that it was all ironic while knowing that it wasn’t.
That had been a great day, even with the stares. The freak and the prep being wholesome at the county fair. You still had the little alien he won for you. You won him a giant bear, laughing at his embarrassment that he had to carry around a massive toy all day. He named your alien Ozzie. You named his bear Prince. 
You wondered if he’d kept his copy of the picture. Had it made him smile too, thinking back to that day? For so many months you’d look at that photo, sadness welling in your throat when you realised that easy smile was now just a memory. That if he’d kept Prince the bear, it would’ve been destroyed in the earthquake. He was gone.
Your new friends rallied around you, keeping you afloat. You got an apartment together, letting Lucas and Erica crash when they wanted. You continued to do well in school, keeping up your scholarship. You didn’t sink into despair. Or rather, you kept running away from your despair.
By the start of your sophmore year, you felt like you were healing. You were dating and fucking, though it didn’t really go anywhere. But you were starting to feel like yourself again. You were happy, even though the apartment had a weird issue. The lights kept flickering at odd moments in weird patterns. No one could work out why. It was a weird quirk of the building.
For Halloween you agreed to an all-nighter when your friends brought it up. An early evening double feature, followed by a costume party at your place around midnight. You and your roommates cleaned and decorated all day. Talia, a junior, was able to buy all the alcohol while you bought Halloween themed snacks.
You loved the double feature, wondering if Eddie would’ve liked The Lost Boys, or if he would have booed and thrown his popcorn. David reminded you of him, with his family of misfits. After the films it was time to get dressed. Your roommates convinced you to dress like Elvira, Mistress of the Dark.
“C’mon, you need to have sex, and this’ll help!”
So you partied, flirted, and tried not to feel gross when guys didn’t look you in the eyes. Drinking the spiked blood punch you made helped. And then came the games. You watched most of them, until you were forced to play Ouija. It was stupid, you didn’t believe in this sort of stuff. But you were one of the hosts, so you had to.
You sat down in a circle, adjusting your wig. Your friend Corey started the proceedings. Dressed like a zombie, he spread his arms as he looked around the circle. 
“Tonight we seek to contact the spirits to tell us their secrets from beyond the grave,” he said theatrically, wiggling his fingers. You all oo’d dutifully, though some partygoers threw candy corn at him.
He gestured for the circle to come closer. You all tried to make space around the small coffee table.
“Place your fingers on the planchette.” Corey waited for everyone to touch it before continuing. “Are you there, spirits? Speak to us!”
For a few seconds there was nothing. You rolled your eyes. Then the planchette moved. You all watched as the planchette jerked across the board. It skittered towards ‘yes’. 
“Who are you?” Corey boomed. 
The planchette moved again. You were impressed at the dedication to the ruse. You all watched as the planchette spelled something out.
T-H-E-B-A-N-I-S-H-E-D
“What the fuck does that mean?” someone wondered. 
Everyone looked at Corey. He shrugged, clearing his throat. “Uh, what’s your name, spirit?” 
The lights flickered. A few people whistled in appreciation. You, however, knew that this had been happening for months.
The planchette whizzed across the board. It quickly spelled out a name. 
M-U-N-S-O-N
A chill went through you. This wasn’t funny. 
“Woo, Eddie the Killer!” someone laughed.
“Shut the fuck up!” Talia said sharply. She looked at you with concern, but you were focused on the board.
“Please stop,” you said softly. “I knew him. Please don’t do this.”
The circle looked at each other. “I’m not doing it,” everyone said.
Corey pressed on, though his voice trembled. “Is this Eddie Munson?”
The planchette shot to ‘yes’. Corey blanched beneath his face paint. “Uh- um. What do you want, Eddie?”
The lights flickered so quickly you thought the bulbs would shatter. Everyone looked around fearfully, some clutching each other. The planchette didn’t move.
“What do you want!” Corey stammered.
M-I-S-S-U
“What?” Corey frowned.
You leaned forward, brows furrowed. Fuck this, fuck this. “Who d’ya miss, Munson?”
C-O-O-K-I-E
It spelled it over and over again. You could barely hold on to the planchette as it jerked across the board. Miss U Cookie. You shuddered back a sob. No one knew that nickname. No one. It was his alone, and it died with him.
You got up quickly, horrified. The planchette stopped and the lights returned to normal. Your friends watched as you ran to your room and slammed the door.
The party ended soon after that, the revellers subdued as they left, talking amongst themselves. You refused to let anyone come into your room. Your roommates were the only ones who knew about Eddie. Would they have done this? Would they be so cruel?
After fearfully looking at the door, you eventually fell asleep still in your costume, clutching your framed picture of the county fair. 
Your sleep was fractured by horrible nightmares of zombie Eddie stalking you through the streets of Hawkins. The street lights flickered as he mournfully called your name, growing closer.
“Why did you leave me, Cookie? Join us, I need you. I miss you, monster, I miss you I miss you I miss you…”
You woke up with a gasp, your face wet with tears. You looked at your alarm. 4 am. Only an hour’s sleep. Fuck. You sat up, turning on the lamp. It flickered, making you glare at it. 
Your stomach grumbled. You were starving. And really thirsty. You pulled off your scratchy wig and wig cap, looking sadly at your photo. That ouija board had to have been fake, right? Supernatural shit wasn’t real.
“I miss you, dork.” You kissed it before putting it back over your dresser.
You trudged into the kitchen and made a peanut butter and banana sandwich, staring glumly at the mess around you. You finished off your sad dinner with boozy punch and a handful of Halloween candy. You were walking back through the hall when you heard a loud thud come from your room. You froze. What the fuck was that? 
Your roommates were drunk and asleep. Was someone breaking in? But you were on the third floor. You grabbed Corey’s hockey stick and charged in the room with a yell. 
A familiar voice yelled in shock. “Oh shit! What the fuck, Cookie?”
The hockey stick clattered to the floor. You sagged against the door. Eddie Munson stood in front of you, back from the dead. The same hair, wilder than ever, even beneath his bandana. Still the same ripped black jeans and leather jacket. But he was different. 
His face was gaunt, as though he hadn’t been eating. He was unnaturally pale. He seemed older, but it was just in his eyes. You could see rough scars across his neck and on his hands. But his smile was the same, wide and bright and hopeful.
“Munson?” you said weakly. “Is this another dream?”
He shook his head. “Nuh-uh. I’m real, babe. I’m really back.” He stepped towards you and you moved back, cowering. You could see him properly in the light. The pointed ears. The brown eyes rimmed with red. 
“The ouija board was real?” you murmured to yourself.
“I’ve been trying to contact you, Cookie.” Eddie gestured at the light. “Why don’t you know morse code?”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” you glared at him, outrage, confusion and deep relief replacing your fear. “You come back from the fucking dead, scare me with freaky magic shit, break into my room at 4 in the morning, then ask why I don’t know morse code?”
He sat down next to you, drawing his knees to his chest. “Sorry. I didn’t wanna scare you. I wanted to say hello.”
You peered at him. “Hello. Your eyes are weird.” Your tone was accusatory.
“I know.” He looked down. You could see sharp fangs when he spoke.
You exhaled. “I waited for you to call me, Eddie. Then I heard that you were on the run, and I had to hear so many lies about you on tv. And then you were gone. And I didn’t know what to do. You weren’t meant to be dead, you were meant to graduate and be here with me.”
Eddie reached over and hugged you tightly. “I know, babe, I’m sorry.”
You held him, afraid to let go. He smelled of something different, something dark and unfamiliar. “I’m sorry that this happened to you. I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me.”
You both just held each other, neither able to voice the feelings that crashed inside you. You pulled away first. You traced your fingers around his ears, across the scars on his throat and his hands. It made you angry. He was perfectly him and something changed him. Harmed him.
“Who did this to you?”
“Uh.” He leaned back. “That’s a long story.”
“I have time.”
So he told you. About Chrissie and the drug deal turned horror show. Watching her die and not being able to save her. Running away and hiding, and hating himself for it. The fear that settled into his bones when he realised that he was really in trouble. How Steve, Dustin and the rest of the Hawkins gang believed him and helped him. Travelling to the Upside Down and seeing the closest thing to Hell he could imagine. The mob that thought he was the Devil and tried to kill him, and seeing another kid die gruesomely in front of him. Trying to save the girl Max from an evil monster named Vecna. 
You saw his jaw clench when he said the name, the way his eyes filled with loathing and anger. 
He continued. He wasn’t involved in the action, he and Dustin were just supposed to distract the evil bats that had attacked them before. But he got sick of running away, so he took the bats head on. And he lost. 
“Eddie the Brave,” you whispered. He smiled at you gratefully. You thought about Hawkins. It had been cursed, more than any of you knew. And this Vecna had been the cause.
“And then I woke up. I was still in the Upside Down, and I was alone. And I could feel myself changing into something else. It hurt so goddamn much.” He shuddered at the memory. “But worst of all, I could feel him. Vecna. In my head. I was part of his world now. He made me into this. And he turned me into his puppet.”
You leaned forward, horrified by his story. “What happened?”
Eddie shook his head, snarling at a phantom pain. “I wasn’t Eddie Munson anymore. I was Kas the Bloody-Handed, his soldier. I tore the town apart for him, I killed for him. I killed. I took people from their beds and drank their blood. And I liked it. He made me like it. I think it was him. I hope it was him.” 
He stared ahead at nothing, becoming utterly still, not even blinking. You held him, feeling scared. You believed him. And your kid brother and sister had been more involved then you realised. They could have died.
“How did you come back?”
“I was rescued by the gang. I was supposed to kill them, but they brought me back. And then we finally killed that fucking bastard for good. But they couldn’t turn me back and I couldn’t go back to my old life. So now I really am a freak.”
You shook your head. “No, you’re not. Not to me. But you’re a- a-”
Eddie saw how you struggled to say it, to make it all real. “A vampire. Yeah.”
A vampire. A fucking vampire.
You couldn’t stop thinking about Lucas and Erica, all the danger they’d put themselves in without you knowing. Not only had you failed as a friend, you’d failed as a big sister. It hurt. “I can’t believe they didn’t tell me! All this time and they didn’t say anything.” 
He grabbed your hands. “Look, I don’t know why they didn’t tell you about the other shit, but they wanted to tell you about this. I asked them not to. I had to get used to being in this world again. To being me again. I lost everything. My home, my name. Uncle Wayne left, Hawkins is basically a ghost town. It was fucking heavy.”
“I’m so sorry, Eds. You didn’t deserve any of this.”
“Yeah, I know. But I’m back now.” His fangs made his manic smile slightly more threatening. “And we gotta make up for lost time.”
He stood up, stretching his long limbs. As his sweater lifted, you could see more rough scars on his stomach. You wanted to fix it, but you couldn’t.
“I hafta go, the sun’ll be up soon.” He made his way to the window. You followed.
“I’m glad you came back. I missed you, Eds.”
“I missed you too, Cookie.”
You looked away, glancing at your photo before looking at him. “Promise you’ll come back?” Show me that this isn’t a dream.
“You won’t get rid of me that easily, monster. Especially not in that outfit.” He kissed you on the cheek. Then with a flourish, he bowed, transformed into a bat-like creature and was gone.
It took hours before you could sleep again.
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He did come back. Each time, you spent the night talking. Sometimes you walked around the city, though it was risky. He’d started growing facial hair to disguise his face. Other times you locked the door to your room and let him listen to new music on your Walkman. Eventually, you just gave it to him, making mixtapes of all the new music he’d missed.
He showed you what he could do now that he was undead. He floated towards your ceiling, looking smug, before crashing to the bed when you tickled him. He had wings, though he rarely used them in his normal form. He could see far into the distance and hear thoughts if he focused. That’s why he reached out to you. He heard your pain, and he couldn’t stand it.
“Can you hear my thoughts now?”
Eddie frowned in concentration before choking. “Jesus fuck, Cookie! What happened to the good girl I used to know?”
You shrugged. “Things change, Munson. You know better than anyone.”
He cuddled you, nipping at your neck playfully. The sounds of cars and ambulances continued below. Eddie put on his best Dracula accent.
“My children of the night, what music they make.”
You snorted. “Idiot.”
“Whatever, man. You love me.”
“Still an idiot.” You wiggled around as you turned to face him. “How do you eat?”
He looked uncomfortable. “I, um, hunt animals in the woods. Usually deer. It gets me by. I don’t want to get hungry around humans. It’s too dangerous.”
You looked up at the ceiling. “Do you ever think about biting me?”
“Cookie, no, I’d never do that, I’d never hurt you.” He stumbled over his words as he tried to assure you.
You looked into his eyes. “What if I wanted you to?” 
He was stunned into silence. You moved closer and pressed yourself against him. You took his hand and pressed it against your breast, letting him feel how fast your heart beat. You kissed him hungrily, moaning needily against his lips.
“C’mon, Eddie the Brave. You saved the world and put this damsel out of her distress. Let me be your prize. You deserve it.”
“I’m scared, Cook.” He mumbled the words, his eyes wide.
“You don’t hafta be. It’s me. It’s us. Friends forever. I trust you.” You kissed him reassuringly. You wanted him to have a part of you. It was the best gift you could think of.
“Um. Take off your shirt.” He sat up and took off his plaid shirt and the plain black t-shirt beneath. You could see his map of scars, but you were getting used to them.
“Perv,” you joked.
“It's, uh, pretty. Don’t wanna ruin it.” 
You both looked at each other shyly. You took off your blouse, throwing it on the floor. Eddie couldn’t help but look at your bra with longing. You took that off, too. Your jeans came off next, leaving you only in your underwear. Eddie’s mouth went slack as his eyes travelled across your body, taking in how pretty your skin was as it drank in the light.
You giggled nervously at his obvious admiration. He was so open with you that you didn’t know how to handle it. He put a blanket beneath you, apprehension and want clear in his eyes. You reached out for him, pulling him against you. 
He sighed as he relaxed in your arms. “Your hair smells nice,” he murmured. “My pretty little monster.”
You carefully moved your fingers through his curls, massaging his scalp. He sighed in happiness as he melted against you. You massaged him until you were afraid that he was going to turn into goo. 
He lazily kissed you, grinding slowly against your mostly naked body. In the months since he returned, you hadn’t attempted much else. You touched to be close to each other, to give comfort. He was so touch starved and you couldn’t allow it. Not when his lips begged to be kissed and his body called to be held tightly.
You kissed to wash away the pain from his brow, your tongue dragging across his fangs, allowing him a preview of what was to come. You cupped his face and ran your hands down his arms to remind him that he was dearly loved. Your thighs rose to meet his hips, rubbing your legs against his soft jeans to remind yourself that he wasn’t going anywhere.
Eddie kissed a trail down your body. He sloppily kissed your inner thighs, his face blissful. He looked up at you, waiting for your approval. You nodded. You watched as his fangs pierced your skin. His mouth latched on as he drank from you, his tongue greedily lapping you up. You whimpered as he moaned, his eyes fluttering shut. 
It hurt in a vague way. It was as though you were remembering a phantom pain. Your heart beat wildly as he consumed you. He licked the wound clean, wiping up a wayward drop. He looked at it before placing his finger in his mouth and sucking it, his heavy-lidded eyes gazing at you. His eyes were fully red. It reminded you of the pits in Hawkins. Hellfire.
“You taste so sweet, Cookie. Need more.” He tugged down your underwear, swinging your legs off the bed. He scrambled to the floor, tying his hair up with a leather bracelet. He pushed your thighs apart, swearing in appreciation at the sight of your glistening cunt. 
What he lacked in finesse he made up for in sheer eagerness. He wanted to experience every inch of you. He sucked on your clit until your legs shook, trying to extract every softly moaned “Eddie baby” that he could. He moved to your folds, licking and sucking them with a long, pink tongue. You laughed when he suddenly kissed your cunt, a smile on his face.
“You taste so good, babe. Your pussy’s so pretty.” 
You didn’t have a chance to respond, to think, before he entered you, his nose nudging against your clit. All you could do was swear as he fucked you with his tongue. He knew that he wasn’t banished anymore because your cunt welcomed him home. Could this slake his thirst? His fingers slid through yours as he hummed in pleasure. 
You led him with moaned praise as he looked up at you with a pleased, boyish grin, his face wet with your slick. When words failed, you steered him by his hair until he groaned into your pussy.
“Fuck! Gonna come, ‘m gonna-” You came with a shaky cry. 
“Oh god, Cookie. Can you do that again? Please?” Eddie didn’t wait for a response before he started again. He was a quick learner.
You were glad that your roommates had left for Christmas break already. His tongue was driving you crazy, and he didn’t need to stop for air. He only stopped to drink from your thighs again, teasing you as he slowly grazed his fangs over your damp skin. You started to feel woozy from the intensity of his attention.
He made you come a few more times, each time driving him into more of a frenzy. Your sweet metalhead had been replaced by a being of baser needs. He pushed you back into bed and drank from your breasts, his cute whimpers becoming low growls as more of your blood pooled on his tongue. He turned your head, hungrily looking at your neck. 
He unbuckled his belt as he licked your throat. For the first time, you felt tendrils of fear. But he was Eddie, your Eddie. He pulled down his jeans and pulled his cock out. He groaned when he finally got to feel the warmth of your cunt around him. You would keep him warm. You gasped as he entered you slowly, just enjoying the act of finally having you.
He toyed with you as he fucked you, snarling in your ear as his dick filled you up, reading your riot of thoughts. He fucked you roughly, loving each whimper that spilled from you as he hit your spot.
“Fuck,” you whined. “Oh fuck, Eddie!”
“C’mon babe, want you to come on my dick. Not gonna stop until I fill up your pretty pussy. I’m gonna make you mine.”
You closed your eyes as your pussy twitched at his words. He ran his lips across your neck, softly kissing you. And then he bit down. You flailed as he held you against him, his hips not stopping their slow, deep rhythm. Your eyes rolled back as he claimed you.
You couldn’t see how the fire in his eyes spread as he drank. Your blood burned through him, bathing him in your light. He hadn’t realised that he was starved until now. Starved for everything. But you gave it to him. He’d do anything for you, his sweet little monster. Kill for you. Kill.
The heat in your core grew. You were already overstimulated. It didn’t take long for you to tumble over the edge, your sounds of pleasure  unable to free themselves from your tongue. Things were becoming hazy. Eddie stopped drinking when he saw your dazed expression. It was enough, for now. His tongue stanched the blood flowing from your throat.
“Good girl, Cookie. My sweet girl, so sweet.” He sounded drunk. When he kissed you, all you could taste was copper.
Eddie held you with care as he buried himself in you over and over. He was himself again. He whimpered sweet words in your ears as his movements became rougher. It didn’t take long for him to come with a breathless laugh. He sagged in your arms.
“Love you, freak,” you said softly, stroking his hair. Please stay you, please stay my sweet, dorky, brave man.
“Love you too, monster,” he said, curving his body into yours. It’s too late, it’s too late, it’s too late.
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Christmas was a slog. Lucus and Erica cornered you when they saw you surreptitiously scratch the bitemarks on your neck. A quiet argument ensued in your room when you reminded them that they’d been lying to you about everything.
“Unlike you two assholes, I’m an adult,” you said sharply. “I can do what I want.”
“Just be safe, ok? Eddie is- he isn’t who he used to be. None of us are.” Lucas looked at you pleadingly. He was getting bigger every day, but he was still your baby brother. You’d all made it, did you really want to fight? They were worried because they loved you.
“Fine. I’ll be careful. You don’t have to worry about me.” You smiled at them. “Seriously, Sinclair honour.”
On the evening of Christmas Day, Eddie was at your window, his large wings keeping him afloat. The guest room was at the back of the house, so no one could see him. You exchanged presents and swift kisses before he flew away into the dark. 
You opened your small box. It was a perfect replica of an ornate locket you’d had since childhood, one that you’d lost years ago. You let out an excited gasp. You’d told Eddie how sad it made you to not have it, how it was your grandmother’s. 
“He is the same,” you whispered to yourself. This proved it.
Your parents were happy for you when they saw the necklace. You told them that a close friend got it for you. 
“They must care about you to have gone through that much trouble to get a copy,” your mom said as you helped her wash the dishes.
You grinned. “Yeah, I think he does.” 
“When did you lose that necklace again? You were so upset, you cried for days.”
You thought for a second. “83, I think I was in sophmore year.”
Erica and Lucas looked darkly at each other, but you didn’t notice. You hummed a tune as you cleaned. You couldn’t wait until you got home.
1988
You’d felt a deeper connection with Eddie ever since he first drank from you. You started taking more risks. Occasionally he’d feed from you and fuck you in dangerous places where you could easily get caught. His favourite place was goth and metal clubs where you could both blend in. It was the only time you could have a relatively normal night out.
As the music played you’d dance for hours, drinking as Eddie watched, a dark smile on his face. He couldn’t drink anymore, but he could taste it in your blood. Sometimes he’d lead you to a dark corner away from the crowd, his lips already on yours. Pushing you against the wall, he’d whisper in your ear to keep watching the band with a mischievous smile. His fingers would delve into your depths, fucking you as you stared wide-eyes at the stage.
He would tease you, seeing how hard you tried to not draw attention to yourself. “Ya can’t make any noise, we’ll get in trouble. You don’t want the band knowing what a dirty girl you are.”
Sometimes he’d drag you into a bathroom stall for more privacy. You would hold onto the door as he rutted into you from behind, biting a spot that wouldn’t be seen. In those moments he wouldn’t bother teasing you. He moved straight to torture, whining, cursing and moaning your name as he brought you to exhilarating heights. Your cries went mostly unnoticed over the sound of the club. You’d stumble back on the dancefloor, his come running between your thighs as your underwear rested safely in his back pocket.
You weren’t being safe. You knew that. But you’d never had a rebellious phase, so why not have it now? He always looked so handsome pressed against you, his eyes beseeching yours. Always asking permission to have you. All the while murmuring in your ear that you both belonged to each other.
“You’re mine and I’m yours. Forever.” He knew you agreed. He could taste it in your blood.
But Spring marked a new change. One night, you drove to him. He was always so cagey about living in the woods. You worried about him. You planned to convince him to move to one of the deserted grand homes on the outskirts of Hawkins. No one would ever discover him, and no one was around to see his comings and goings.
You drove to your old house, cutting through the forest nearby. There was still snow and ice on the ground, so the evening journey was treacherous. You carefully walked to your old meeting place, glad that the moonlight illuminated your path. It was eerie being back in Hawkins. Everything was so overgrown. Only the most stubborn and desperate had remained.
“Eds?” you called out, trying not to make too much noise. You never knew what was in these forests.
Hands wrapped around your eyes. “Mwahaha! Welcome to my lair, young mortal.”
“I thought vampires were supposed to be cool,” you deadpanned. You stepped away from his grasp. 
“You’re always so rude to me,” he grumbled. “C’mon, I wanna show you something.” He grabbed your hand and took you through the trees.
“Are you taking me to your place?” You tried to match his long strides.
“Not yet.” He picked you up and flew up through the trees, into the sky. He stopped midair, his wings barely making a sound as they flapped. “I’ve got you, don’t worry.” You believed him. He was stronger than he ever was as a human.
You clutched his jacket, peering around. The moon was large in the sky. Hawkins sprawled out beneath you, almost completely dark. It felt safer somehow, seeing it from up here. It looked so fragile.
“It’s hard to believe that this is the place that made my life hell. It feels so small now. Insignificant.” He looked down, his face serious. You tried not to notice how his eyes were becoming more red every time you saw him.
He looked at you, a grin spreading on his face. He kissed you quickly before speeding towards the ground. Your screams were swallowed by the wind.
He stopped over a cemetery, gently lowering you onto the ground. 
You swore as you whacked his shoulder. “Don’t ever do that again, Jesus Christ!”
“Ow, ok ok ok, babe! God!” 
He brought you to a headstone. You knelt down to look at it. Edward Munson. Jan 29th 1966- Mar 27th 1986. Beloved Son, Taken Too Soon. It was a simple headstone, you knew that Wayne didn’t have much money to spare. You could see the remnants of graffiti that had been scrubbed off.
“It’s so weird seeing it and knowing I’m right here. My entire life wrapped up in a few words.”  
You sat cross-legged on the snowy ground, not saying anything. You let the previous year wash over you. The grief was still there. You had Eddie back, but he wasn’t the same. The lives both of you wanted were gone. He couldn’t move on with his life, and yet he’d outlive you. You wanted to leave Indiana eventually, but how could you leave him? 
You cried for the misfit boy sacrificed by a now dead town. It was unfair, but unfairness was written in the bones of Hawkins.
Eddie hugged you, wrapping his wings around you to keep you warm. “Hey, it’s ok, Cookie. I’m here, I’m here. Let’s get outta here, I shouldn’t have brought you.”
You stood and wiped the tears from your eyes. “It’s ok. I know you’re here with me, it makes me happy. But I’m still sad that your choices were taken away from you. That’s all. You deserve so much more.” 
You touched the headstone with a gloved hand before turning away. Eddie held your hand and walked out of the cemetery without turning back.
Eddie lived in an old mine shaft deep in the forest. No one would think to go into a long abandoned cave. He’d managed to set up a makeshift space, with a mattress and a few mod cons. Battery powered lanterns lit the space in an odd light, causing strange shadows. It made you deeply sad. 
“Oh, Eds.” You looked around, noticing something familiar. You walked closer. 
It was his guitar. Exactly how you remembered it. At first you thought that he had stolen a new one. But then you saw other things that you remembered. The worn out sofa you’d had pizza on. Posters, photos, clothing that should have been lost in the earthq- no, you corrected yourself- lost when Vecna attacked.
“How did you get this stuff back?” you said, anxiety making your stomach hurt. Something felt wrong.
Eddie’s smile was delighted. “I can show you, babe! “ 
“No. Tell me first, Eds.” You sat down on the impossible sofa. 
He sat next to you, his long legs bouncing as he tapped his foot. “After I got back and moved into the mine, I was exploring one day when I found a weird entrance. I went through it, thinking it led somewhere in town. I didn’t want anyone finding me, yanno? But it didn’t lead to Hawkins. It was the Upside Down.”
“What?!” Was everyone in danger again?
“Cookie, it’s ok,” he said reassuringly. “When we defeated Vecna, we thought that the gate between worlds closed behind us. But for some reason, this one didn’t. So I went exploring.”
“Eddie, why would you do that, you could get hurt and no one would know!” You played with your necklace. It dawned on you where he must’ve got it from.
“Aw, monster, you do care,” he said teasingly. He became solemn as he continued. “There’s nothing there. All the monsters are gone, they died when Vecna did. But all my stuff, well, some of my stuff- it’s there. It’s still there. The trailer is there. It was just comforting, y’know? There’s still someplace that shows that I exist, that I’m me. So I go sometimes when I’m feeling down. It makes me feel a little better.”
He fell silent as he worried his bottom lip. He’d been holding this in this entire time. Oh god.
You hugged him, wishing you could do more. “I’m so sorry, baby. I’m sorry.” He sagged in your arms. Lucas and Erica’s warnings rang in your mind, but of course he was different. They got to move on and forget. 
“Have you talked to the Hawkins gang about this?” You looked at him, unable to hide your concern.
He shook his head. “No, and you can’t tell them, Cookie! They- they don’t trust me. I know they don’t. They’re afraid of me, they still think of Kas when they see me. They don’t mean to, but they do. They can’t know about the gate, or they’ll come after me, babe! I know they will.”
He looked afraid. 
“I won’t tell anyone, Eds. I promise. But you can’t keep going down there. Even without monsters, you don’t know what effect it’s having on you. Promise me you’ll stop.”
He looked shaken. “I promise.”
You smiled gently at him. “I know it’s hard, but I’m here for you, ok? I think you need to move somewhere more, uh, homey. I drove around before I came here, and there’s a street that’s completely vacant. We could have a look, I bet they left loads of furniture.”
He looked dubious. “I dunno.”
“Think of it, Eds, we can make it exactly how you want it. I can actually visit, and we won’t have to hide you from my roommates. It can be like we wanted, a space for the both of us. It’s on Grimmell Street, just promise me that you’ll have a look.”
He looked down, unsure. You ruffled his hair. “C’mon, Eddie the Brave. For me, please? I’ll make it worth your while. I’ll dress up like Arwen, and you can be Aragorn,” you said, a smirk on your lips.
“So unfair,” he muttered. He hated when you weaponised your nerdiness in sexy ways. He was only human. Kinda. He sighed. “Fine. I’ll check it out. But you have to wear the ears.”
“Yeah, duh. Maybe I’ll speak some Elvish, too.” You laughed at Eddie’s tortured moans. “So, what do you want to do?” 
“Let’s look at the stars. I have a blanket to keep you warm. And I scored Airheads.”
You pumped your fist. Airheads were your favourite. “You’re the best boyfriend ever! I mean, if you want to be.” You spoke hesitantly, unsure of how he would react. 
Eddie whooped, spinning you around joyously. He looked as though he would burst with happiness. “Yeah! Of course I want to be your boyfriend! You're my girl.”
You both rubbed your noses together, wearing matching smiles.
“Love you, freak.”
“Love you too, monster.” He paused. “You know I won’t ever let anything happen to you, right? I’m your paladin, babe, I’ll always save you.” His smile was heartbreakingly eager.
“I know, Eds. But I’ll always be here if you need saving, too. And I’m a biter.” You softly bit his nose.
Eddie laughed in surprise, his eyes crinkling. He rubbed his nose before slinging his arm around your shoulder. “C’mon Cookie monster, I’m gonna serenade my girlfriend underneath the full moon.”
You couldn’t think of anything more wonderful.
1989
Eddie did eventually move into one of the deserted houses. You thought he seemed happier away from that gate. He even began D&D sessions again with the Hawkins gang, once they were old enough to drive. He wore tinted glasses now so that his eyes wouldn’t be noticed.
You were happy, boundlessly happy. But sometimes, when you were studying in the library late at night, you thought that you could feel something hiding in the stacks. Watching you. And when you walked through campus with your friends, you felt your skin crawl, as though something were reaching out for you.
But you knew you were being silly. It was the end of college jitters, you were graduating soon. You didn’t bother telling Eddie about the weirdness, you didn’t want him to make fun of you. Or worry. It would be unfair to worry him about nothing.
Eddie enjoyed his new home. It was the largest place he’d ever lived in. He took stuff from other abandoned homes until he had a fully furnished place, with a tv and everything. On the days where you didn’t see each other he walked through the forest, hunting and relaxing in the shadows, your Walkman clipped to his belt.
Tonight Eddie returned to his cave, flying through its depths to reach the gate. He knew that he had promised you that he would stop, but you didn’t understand. Vecna was dead, his horrible monsters turned into dust. He was glad that Henry Creel was dead. He was a cruel, twisted man that only caused suffering. 
But Eddie wasn’t like that at all. You showed him that. He was good and kind and brave. Your devoted paladin. He wouldn’t be like that. He remade this realm in his image, not as Kas the Bloody-Handed, but as Eddie Munson the Survivor, the Victorious. 
He pet the shadowy creatures that followed him as he walked through town, creatures from myths and his games. Every time he killed an animal, he made a new creature in their honour. They weren’t creatures of pain, they were gentle until something gave them reason not to be. Just like him.
He flew above the new Upside Down, the storms quieted, the sky an approximation of the stars above. It was teeming with new life. It was safe. Pleasant. He hoped that one day he could show it to you. It was your realm, too. It was his gift to you. 
Being with you made him feel like a new man. He loved everything about you. You kept him close to humanity, you always treated him the same. You weren’t afraid of him, you loved him. But he worried that he might not be around when you needed him the most. The world was a dangerous place, after all. So his creatures watched you in his stead, following you everywhere to act as your guards.
But woe to anyone who got in true love’s way, who tried to hurt you. He snarled at the thought, his face a cold, unyielding mask. The ground below shook with the raging howls of his beasts, angry on the behalf of their creator.
It had already happened before. He’d seen guys getting too friendly with you, making you uncomfortable, their thoughts filled with evil intent. He was always there immediately, keeping you close. 
Later he stalked these bad men through the shadows, the streetlight sometimes capturing the murderous rage of his red eyes. His Walkman played one of your mixtape, reminding him why this had to be done. He would wait until they were alone, feeling that old, dangerous love of the hunt re-emerge. He allowed them the slow realisation that they were being followed, that they weren’t in a place they recognised, why had they walked here?
Only then did he stroll out of the dark, showing them what he was, letting their fear grow. And in that split second before they screamed, he ripped them apart. He gorged himself on their blood and cries for mercy until he was completely sated, leaving their broken remains for his pets. He erased them, just as he’d been erased. 
Eddie would do anything for you. Even the dark things that you were too sweet to think of. He knew firsthand how cruel the world was to those that were different. They destroyed people and got to move on. But not anymore.
He pulled out the picture he kept in his wallet, a recent one of you smiling as you waved at him. He remembered that night. You sat on his sofa in his jumper and underwear, listening to him play  new songs as you studied. You still wore his leather cuff all these years later. You said it was your lucky charm. It was a quiet, uneventful evening. Peaceful.
The anger faded as he smiled gently at it. Dreams didn’t come true for guys like him, but this one had. You were his girl, his princess, and he was your knight in shining armour. And like all knights, he’d protect you until his last breath.
“Love you, monster,” he said quietly, putting the photo back in its safe space. His beasts relaxed once more as he left the Upside Down. 
Eddie worked odd jobs around the region to make money, places that didn’t ask too many questions or look too closely. He used the alias Rob Osbourne, a nod to his favourite singers. He’d gotten fake IDs using his powers, but he really didn’t like doing it to innocent people. It made him feel like a bad guy.
Most of the time, he used his money to buy things for you, or new tech for himself. He picked up your present from the cave floor, Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation album. You were opening him up to music of the non-metal variety and he kinda liked it. 
He hurried through the forest, launching himself in the air as he transformed. It was movie night and he didn’t want to be late. He was finally going to see The Lost Boys, which you always quoted to him. 
Eddie chirped happily as he flew north to you. It never got old, the feel of the wind on his wings, the wide expanse of night that went on forever, the stars glittering like diamonds. As the years went on, he realised that despite the pain, he’d been given a gift. He could see everything so clearly. 
And maybe if he was really, really lucky, one day you’d be up here too, right beside him, exploring the world hand in hand.
A guy could dream, right?
Next Chapter.
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artemisthewh0re · 9 months
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A lil Eddie blurb for ya because I need to put something out 💀
Virgin!Eddie Munson x black reader
Warnings: smut, virgin/sub Eddie, slightly more experienced reader, biting, scratching, premature ejaculation
"Oh my God, holy shit, oh my God!" Eddie's face is dewy with sweat, his mouth agape in ecstasy as your pussy slips down his cock slowly. Eddie frantically grabs at your body unsure of where his hands should go.
"you okay baby?" You laugh.
"I don't think- shit!" Eddie jolts his hips into you. "I don't think I'm gonna last!" Eddie moans.
"Come on, baby. You promised me that you were gonna rock my world." You mock, teasingly.
Eddie's hands grab your hips desperately as if to anchor himself to you. His face is pressed deep into your plush cleavage. His whines are weak and pathetic as you rock your hips further on his length. Fingers dig into the flesh of your dark thighs leaving deep indents in their wake. You can feel every vein on Eddie's cock as you ride him at an achingly slow pace. Moans finally start to leave your mouth as you gain momentum.
"Fuck, baby slow down," Eddie begs, but his muffled plea goes unheard. Your body moves at its own pace, going faster and faster every second. Eddie whimpers into your cleavage leaving a trail of drool sliding down your breast.
"You're doing so good for me, Eddie. I'm almost there."
"I'm- Fuck!" Warmth wells in your pussy as well as a sharp pain on your chest. Eddie's teeth sink deep in your chest, muffling the scream he let out. Cum slides out you and back onto his length.
"I'm sorry," Eddie whispers in shame.
"It's okay, we can go for another round."
A/N: This took me three days 😐🥲
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bellsbear · 2 years
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she’s an angel
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eddie munson x female sinclair reader
synopsis: you’re a cheerleader and he’s the school freak who’s had a crush on you forever. little does he know, you got a thing for him too.
contents: fluff, some angst, eddie being a corny mess, cussing, mutual pining word count: 1.2k
a/n: THIS IS GONNA BE A SERIES. idk what I'm doing and this might suck but I gotta write some eddie ff 😤 additionally i am a black woman, so i wrote this for myself and everyone else who wants the representation! THE TEXT MAY BE GLITCHED. if that’s the case im so sorry, i don’t know how to fix it😭
also let’s pretend that none of the vecna stuff is happening cause this is totally not following the canon story. sorry, not sorry 😮‍💨
chapter song (updated because this fits better in my opinion):
series masterlist
⭑・゚・*.。༅・゚:*✿*゚:༅・゚。.:*・゚・⭑・゚*.。༅・゚:*:✿:*゚:༅・゚。.・゚・⭑
It was the night of the championship game and Eddie's final campaign. Normally you would have gone straight home with Chrissy to hang out, but Lucas had found you during the game to spoil your plans.
“So, kind of a long story, but basically Erica’s here playing D&D in my place, and you gotta take her home.”
“And why exactly is this on me? That sounds like a Lucas problem.”
“Well now it’s a Y/n problem cause she biked here, it’s pitch black out and you know mom and dad will-“
“Completely freak if I don’t bring her back. Yeah yeah, I got it.”
You turn to Chrissy and apologize saying you’ll give her a call when you're home.
She smiles at you, “Y/n it’s okay. Sisterly duties call, plus this gives me an excuse to go to the after-party we were so desperately looking forward to avoiding. Jason’s going to be thrilled.” You both laugh and go back to watching the game while you're not cheering.
⭑・゚・*.。༅・゚:*✿*゚:༅・゚。.:*・゚・⭑・゚*.。༅・゚:*:✿:*゚:༅・゚。.・゚・⭑
You knock again, louder this time, hoping they might actually hear it but you end up waiting a full minute before deciding to just go in. You begin to turn the handle but find the door is jammed. Placing all your weight against it, you keep pushing until-
“What the hell is going on! Oh-” You were now on the floor looking up to see the one and only Eddie Munson looking down at you with his big brown eyes.
“What the hell is going on! Oh-” You were now on the floor looking up to see the one and only Eddie Munson looking down at you with his big brown eyes.
“Oh shit, Y/n. Are you okay?” He asks, concern laced in his voice.
Eddie had always been sweet to you.
He sat behind you in Ms. O'Donall's class and never failed to make you laugh with his random outbursts. Whenever you took tests you’d always move your paper to the far right of your desk knowing he was peeking behind you.
However, it wasn’t enough to help him get a passing grade, but you always tried helping him out because you knew he was smart, he just didn’t care to study. It had caused you to develop a bit of a crush on him if you were being honest.
You look at him in the eyes and just burst out in laughter, Eddie had never heard you laugh before, well, really laugh. You’d always giggle at his jokes or laugh with your friends, but it was never like this. You were clutching your stomach and holding back tears, he thought you looked so beautiful. So real.
“I’m so sorry, I must’ve scared the shit outta you. with all that banging.” Eddie reaches his hand out for you, which you gladly take and stand up. “So why have you graced me with your presence m’lady?”
You blush, “Oh I’m just looking for Erica, I gotta take her home since it so dark out. Um, where is she by the way?”
“Ah the littlest Sinclair, I just met her today. She's very... pleasant." You look at him with wide eyes, "Are you sure we're talking about the same Erica?" He laughs at your comment.
"She just walked out with the others, I’m sure they haven’t gone too far. I could maybe… um.” Eddie stops talking when he realized you were still holding onto his hand, tightly, your thumb grazing his rings.
Eddie has had a crush on you since middle school. You caught his eye during the talent show when you sang 'I Will Survive'. You were nervous at first but ended up having so much fun on that stage and your voice was angelic, he fell in love instantly. And now you were standing in front of him and holding his hand.
You wave your free hand in front of his face, “Earth to Eddie, are you alright?” He snaps out of his trance and looks up at you.
“Oh yeah, um I was just going to say I could help you out, i- if you wanted me to of course!” He was bright pink, and you were still holding his hand.
“That’d be nice. Could probably use some help finding that little brat anyway.” You laugh before letting go of his hand and picking up your bag which had fallen down with you earlier.
As you release your hold on him, he quickly turns around to gather his stuff, face red as a tomato.
“By the way, I heard you earlier. Nice vocals, you should be in a band or something.” You joked, but soon saw Eddie’s face as he looked at you with a sad look.
“You don’t remember. Shit you don’t remember.”
“What are you talking about Munson?”
Eddie looks you dead in the face then suddenly jumps up onto the table and starts shredding an air guitar along to the music. After his performance, he jumps down and looks at you with hope in his eyes. “Nothin’? You’re killing me here Sinclair!” He holds his hands out and dramatically brings them to his chest as if he were holding a knife.
“Eddie what the hell are you- OH MY GOD WAIT. In middle school, you were totally in a band!” He claps his hands together triumphantly.
“I’m actually still in a band, but I’ll take it. Yeah, we’re uh-“ You quickly cut him off, “Corroded Coffin. How could I forget, your hair was all buzzed, I used to think it was so cute.”
Eddie was breathless. You thought he was cute. Not only that but you had remembered the stupid haircut he sported in his younger years. “Yeah well, your sister thinks I’m a ‘long-haired freak’ so maybe I should’ve kept it short.” You laugh, the real laugh that he was falling in love with.
“Well if it makes you feel better, I’m glad you grew it out. It’s very…” You stop and think about the best word to use, “metal. That and those tattoos you got."
Eddie’s heart stopped. There’s no way that you were right here in front of him complimenting his appearance that most of your friends had made fun of throughout the years. Oh so beautiful you, standing there and getting closer to him… getting very close to him. So close he thinks he might pass out right now. “Truthfully, I think you’re very handsome Eddie, no matter what stupid haircut you might have.”
Before he can respond, you plant a kiss on his pink cheek then run to the door, “I’ll see you outside Eds.”
Eddie gripped the table behind him to balance himself, trying wrap his head around what just happened. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by none other than Dustin.
“Eddie, what's the hold-up? You’ve been in here for a while are you okay?”
“I must’ve died and gone to heaven because an angel just kissed me”
“What the hell are you talking abou-“ Dustin stopped before smiling at Eddie putting 2 and 2 together after seeing you smiling like a lunatic in the hallway, “OH MY GOD YOU AND Y/N KISSED?! I gotta tell Lucas, he's gonna lose his shit.”
Before Dustin could run from the room, Eddie grabbed his collar to hold him back.
“Not a word to anyone Henderson. Not a fucking word.” Dustin nodded aggressively so he'd let him go.
“Now," Eddie puts on his jacket and composes himself, "let’s go outside, she’s waiting for me.”
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a/n: that’s all 🧍🏽‍♀️ i hope this wasn’t terrible, i really tried my best! hoping to write a few more parts soon but i got work and stuff lol ☺️
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justablacksimp · 7 months
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Just thinking about Eds jerking off in the shower while reminiscing about the things you do when he'd fuck you.
SMUT!
18+ MDNI! OR YA GETTIN BIT!
As he was taking a shower, he thought about how much he loved fucking you. The feeling of how tight you were (reader was a virgin), that right there was enough to get him rock-hard. He told himself he wouldn't do anything until you got to his trailer, but the thoughts kept flowing in. He would go feral when you would start whimpering, even though he had only stuck the tip in. After that one came in, he found himself wrapping his hand around his red, throbbing shaft, starting to move it slowly before speeding up when the flashbacks of you begging him to go faster as you got closer to cumming start replaying over and over again.
"Eddie, go faster please, I'm so f-fucking close!"
He groaned loudly as he started to actually hear the pretty little sounds you make when you would cum. The soft shrieking, loud whining, shaky whimpers, you did it all. And don't EVEN get him STARTED on what you do when he goes down on you. The way your thighs close on either side of his face as he places his tongue on your clit. Your thick and meaty thighs. When your back would arch so much your stomach touches his forehead. And when you would reach down and grip his kinky, frizzy hair as he sticks his tongue in your dripping hole, grabbing it tighter as you got closer to your climax.
"Fuck Eddie, I'm gonna c-cum!"
Then, he thought about when he doesn't wear a condom (wrap it 'fore ya tap it kids!). As he would pull out and spray his load all over your stomach and thighs, the way the white semen looked on your chocolatey skin completely mesmerized him (Reader is black.). After that thought came in, he started to cum all over his hands and the walls of the shower. Thinking about you the whole time.
(A/N: I'm gonna make another one like this but turn it into a smut story kinda.)
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fastlikealambo · 7 months
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the mermaid & the lighthouse. ||older!eddie x black mermaid! reader
summary: widowed father eddie munson is an experienced fisherman and down on his luck operator of one of the last barely functional lighthouses in america.
hawkins, a crumbling fishing village off the coast of maine, is slowly but surely being sold off and an oil spill by the carver oil company the previous year has all but sealed hawkins' fate to be purged of the locals and turned into a resort.
it's in the cards for eddie to sell his boat, pack up his daughter, and give into jason carver's cash offer to turn the lighthouse into a vacation home.
that all changes when a mysterious woman washes up on the rocks, an unearthly being that will change his fate and the fate of his home forever.
Trigger warnings for this chapter: Drowning, Body Horror, Mental Health Discussions, CPR
CHAPTER ONE.
'But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.'
-Hans Christian Andersen
This is a tale of mermaids, love, and what it means to be human.
But to begin,we must have an ending.
“Chrissy? Wynie? Christina and Eowyn Munson!" 
Eddie made his way through the crowded emergency room, wading through police officers, people wrapped in blankets with medical staff hovering around them and others with the same wild look in their eyes as Eddie, searching for someone in the crowd. The corridors seemed to be endless as Eddie broke out into a run past the nurses’ station towards the room but a firm hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“Sir, you can’t go back there.” The security guard said but Eddie shook them off, spotting a lone nurse.
"Please, I'm looking for my wife and daughter, they were on the ferry?"
"I'm sorry sir, we're swamped, someone should be around to talk to you shortly." The nurse said, barely looking up from her chart and it took everything within him to not scream.  It wasn’t her fault, but he just needed to know what was going on. 
"Eddie."
Eddie turned around to see Robin standing there and he immediately ran to his friend, unbelievably happy to see someone, anyone he knew who might possibly have answers, or at the very least prevent him from spinning his wheels.
"Thank fuck, I can't find Chrissy or Wyn anywhere and nobody knows anything, neither of them are picking up their phones, I'm going out of my mind Robin!" He exclaimed, running his hand through his curly hair, the few gray streaks in it shining in the fluorescent lightning. He had dyed them to match the rest of his head in what he thought was secret but Chrissy liked the grays.
 Robin said nothing, took his hands in her own and it was then that he saw the tears in her eyes, the blood on her rainbow scrubs and his heart stopped in his chest.
No.
"Robin?"
"Eddie, Chrissy and Wynie were in the water for a very long time. By the time they were brought in, neither of them were breathing on their own."
No. 
"Spare me the bullshit Robin, where the fuck is my family?" He yelled, no actual anger in his voice, just pure desperation. A buzzing noise that started when Wayne radioed him intensified in pitch and it felt like he was underwater.
"We were able to stabilize Wyn, but we had to put a tube down her throat to help her breathe, she's in the ICU, Eddie."
 The image that his mind conjured of his little girl in a hospital bed made him want to curl up on the floor but he regained his composure to ask the question he didn’t want to know the answer to.
"And Chrissy?"
"We did everything we could, I'm so sorry Eddie."
Eddie felt his knees give out beneath him, meeting the hospital floor hard, his sobs and screams echoing throughout the hallway as Robin rocked her oldest friend in her arms, no longer able to stifle her own tears.
While his daughter fought to take a breath and his wife took her last, Eddie had been fucking fishing, tossing back a few beers, shooting the shit.
He didn't even get to say goodbye.
And then an interlude of two years.
Outside of The Hawkins Middle School principal’s office, Eddie was greeted by the sight of his twelve year old daughter looking very pleased with herself despite the bruise on her face and cut on her lip, the smirk that confirmed to the world that this was Eddie Munson’s kid fading as soon as she saw her father.
“Wyn, what the fuck happened? Who did this to you?” Eddie knelt down by his daughter, taking her chin in hand to inspect her face, rage and frustration building within him but Wynie sighed and shook him off, her face shifting to the same blank expression that had graced her features since he brought her home from the hospital two years prior.
“Mr. Munson, so good of you to join us.” Principal Coleman’s head popped out of the office,  ushering him to come in. A sheepish Eddie followed, sinking into a seat across from the principal, half expecting Wayne to be sitting next to him like he was the one getting detention.
“Mr. Munson, we understand that things have been extremely hard for you both these past two years and we’ve done the best we can to support Eowyn here at school but I’m afraid violence can’t be tolerated.” 
“None of what you’re saying explains why my kid’s face is fucked up, Coleman.”  Eddie said roughly, running a hand through his beard. “But it’s the thought that counts.”
“Mr. Munson, your daughter headbutted another student during lunch, breaking her nose. The student’s mother is threatening to press charges.”
“And did you find out why? Ask any of the other students if-
“Your daughter confessed actually, rather proudly if I might ask but then again, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I’m sorry Mr. Munson, but we’ve been lenient with your situation for far too long.” Eddie stood to his feet at that.
“Situation? Her mother died! She almost died! That’s not something a juice box and a pep talk over the summer fixes!”
“Sit down Mr. Munson, I know you don’t believe it but we are on the same side. That child’s parents are out for blood but I’ve managed to keep them at bay by giving Eowyn two weeks of in school suspension, a written apology, and she will be seeing Ms. Kelley, our guidance counselor and Dr. Owens, our school psychiatrist.”
Eddie slowly sat back down, exhaustion taking away any remaining fight he had. He had a plan to keep them both above water after all that had happened, to keep her safe and try to get through each day.
He was failing spectacularly.
“ Wait, she already sees Dr. Owens, twice a week.” Eddie said, confused looking out at his daughter in the hallway who overheard everything and now hung her head in actual sadness.
“Apparently for the last month, she’s been skipping their sessions.”
Jesus H. Christ.
“So do you want to tell me what really happened?” Eddie said,waiting until Wynie was buckled into the car.
Silence.
“Wyn, we can’t go on like this, if you don’t want to talk to me, you need to talk to Owens. No more skipping sessions, sweetheart. And you have to apologize to that kid.”
“He threw Abby Henderson’s lunch in the trash. He’s been doing it all week, she won’t say anything so I did something about it.”  Wynie said softly. Eddie pulled over and turned towards his daughter who looked more and more like Chrissy with each day that passed.
“I’m supposed to say you shouldn’t have done that, that you should have told a teacher, that violence is never the answer, but honestly fuck that. You did something to help your friend and that’s important, Wyn.”
“So I’m not grounded?” Eowyn asked, the first time he had heard her voice in a few days, startling him.
“Oh you’re so grounded but not for the headbutting which is very metal by the way, but for the lying Eowyn. I’m worried about you honey,  there’s nothing you can’t tell me, you know that right?” Eddie asked, reaching for Wyn who moved away.
“I’ve got to inspect the lighthouse tonight, why don’t you come with me? We can have hot cocoa, it will be like old times.” Eddie offered, coughing awkwardly. 
Wynie shrugged, the guarded look back in place.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Eddie said, a little bit of hope in his voice as he started the car again.
Somewhere close, a storm beckoned and the sea betrayed you.
You had been watching the humans above, their ways had called to you more often than not these days, looking for him on the shoreline but he was no longer there. The human child smelled of him but a long time had passed since the sea was aflame and the scent was gone from the water.
You would wait one more day for him before leaving for colder waters and as the day became night, he was not there.
Eddie was gone.
Sadly, you left the rocks to dive under the stormy water and that’s when it happened.
Your tail, your beautiful luminous tail, began to twist uncontrollably beneath you, bloody scales shedding from you one after the other.
Then, agony.
So much pain, your bones shifting and breaking, you couldn’t breathe.
Poseidon, you couldn’t breathe.
The water that had raised you invaded your throat so you couldn’t scream as you disappeared beneath the waves, body broken, body new.
The Hawkins Lighthouse swayed a little, rain pelting the dilapidated lighthouse and Eddie and Wynie by extension. The lighthouse was nothing more than a sad landmark these days rather than the fully functioning lighthouse that saved many a ship centuries before. Still as a promise to Wayne, Eddie kept the lighthouse somewhat clean and serviced the lantern as much as he could.
“As he finished cleaning the lantern, he turned it on, the brightness got him every time but he couldn’t help but frown as the strength of the light seemed to dull with every minute that came and went. It would kill his uncle but the sooner the lighthouse was officially decommissioned, the better it would be.
Wynie stood on the other side of the tiny lantern room, wrapped in a star wars blanket with a thermos of hot cocoa, staring at the water below.  It was hard to believe that just two years ago she would zoom around the tiny room, naming everything she spied in the water, begging Eddie to quiz her on all the clockworks, fuel parts, and vents in the service room.
Now she wouldn’t even step a foot outside the cottage much less the shore.
“I’m all finished here if you want to head down. Maybe we could watch a movie or something?” Eddie asked but she was already out of the room before the question fully left his mouth.
Was this how it was going to be forever?
He had failed his wife and child that night and he continued to fall on his ass since.
This was all his fault.
“Holy shit, Dad! Dad!” 
The alarm in his kid’s voice sent him sprinting towards the stairs but Wynie burst back through the door, running to the glass.
“Dad, look! There’s something on the rocks!” She exclaimed, grabbing Eddie by the hand and dragging him to the window.
At first, Eddie saw nothing, squinting hard at the window but as the light passed over the area below, it shone brighter than it had in years, revealing something curled and limp on the rocks.
Not something, someone.
There was a body on the rocks.
“ Eowyn, Wyn, slow down!” Eddie called out to his daughter who ran ahead of him down the steep lighthouse stairs and into the rainstorm below. 
He had left his phone in the cottage stupidly and had no choice but to follow his daughter, flashlight in tow. Wynie stopped just short of the water, frozen in place so quickly Eddie almost slammed into her. His hands shook as his flashlight revealed the limp naked body of a woman draped across the sharp rocks.
He should leave, call or radio for help, but something told him there wasn’t time, dead or alive, he couldn’t just leave you there.
“Stay here.” Eddie ordered Wynie, turning her around as he walked into the rocky water, slipping his jacket off as he slowly approached your body, slipping on the stones as he inched forward towards you, hands meeting your scarily chilled skin. 
Trying not to think of the possibility of holding a dead body, he wasted no time, wrapping his jacket around you and gently slid your body off the rocks and into his arms and had Wynie guided him with her flashlight to the nearest soft patch of sandy shore.
Laying you down flat, he put his head to your chest and listened, the more silence he heard the more fear threatened to overwhelm him.
"Daddy?" The terror and pain in his daughter's voice paralyzed Eddie as he looked down at the completely still woman beneath him.
This was no sight for her.
"Wynie, go inside, call Aunt Robin, tell her we found someone hurt on the beach, she'll know what to do. Put the puppy upstairs then turn the heat up and light the fireplace, just like I taught you. I'll be right behind you, I promise. Can you do that for me?" He asked, putting his hands on her damp shoulders.
Eowyn nodded deeply, straightening herself up with a fierce look of determination in her face that made her look so much like Chrissy his heart hurt even more.
"I can do it Dad." 
"Good girl! Now, go!" He kissed the top of her head and gently pushed her away.
She took off running towards the cottage and Eddie steeled himself for what was to come next.
He pressed two fingers into your neck waiting for something, anything, beneath his fingers, but the same stillness continued.  Eddie tilted your chin back, pinching your nose and sealed his mouth to your own breathing deeply, feeling your chest rise to meet his hand.
He repeated the action, breathing for you once again, hoping you sit straight up like in a movie and this whole nightmare would be over but no sooner then he had felt your chest rise with his air did it sink in, just as still.
He gently walked his fingers down to the landmark between your breasts and placed one shaking hand over the other, locked his elbows, straightened his arms, silently praying to anyone as he centered his shoulders over his hands and began to press down hard and fast, counting aloud.
"You got yourself on those fucking rocks, you can do this, come on!" He choked out, ignoring the cold that seeped into his tiring arms threatening to numb his hands but he kept going, the rhythmic sound drowning out his own racing heart, blinking back frustrated tears.  Two minutes felt like an eternity as he checked your pulse again with the same result.
He couldn't do this again.
They couldn't be tied to another death, Wynie couldn’t bear it, Eddie wouldn't survive it.
You were running out of time, he was running out of time before his daughter would no doubt come back outside after doing what she was told and be treated to the sight of another corpse.
It was at that moment that Eddie Munson decided he would not let the sea take another person, even a stranger, from him again.
Sweat and rainwater rolled down his back as he began again, each and every compression a middle finger to Death itself because he would not give up, not until you took a breath or someone ripped him off you.
Two cycles later, Death backed the fuck off.
An ungodly gurgling followed by a wretching sound had Eddie's frozen fingers flying to your neck and he let out something between a laugh and scream at the drum of a pulse beneath his fingertips. He cut his celebration short, turning you on your side as you emptied your stomach of seawater and god knows what else. 
"Let it all out, good girl, you're safe now, you did it." He soothed, alternating between patting your back and rubbing circles.  He caught a glimpse of your half opened eyes, wide and brown before they rolled back into your head and you went limp against him, shivering hard with every breath you took.
The light passed across your face and for a second Eddie swore he saw sharp teeth.
"I need every towel and blanket in the house, where's Robin?" Eddie asked, racing into the warm living room of his seaside cottage, his jacket wrapped around you to give you some privacy and preserve any heat he could give you from the journey from the shore to his home.
"Aunt Nancy answered, Mrs. Sinclair went into labor earlier, she's still on the mainland. She said she'd come herself as soon as there was a break in the storm." Wynie explained, zipping around the cottage collecting a pile of blankets and beach towels.
 Eddie set you down on the already blanket lined couch in front of the fire, quickly peeling off his own wet layers to his semi dry t-shirt underneath before  wrapping a towel around and cocooning you both in blankets, gently rubbing the heat back into you.
"You're gonna be okay, we're gonna get you nice and warm and then we'll get you some help." Eddie whispered into your ear as Eowyn gently placed another comforter over the pair of you, eyes glassy with tears.
"She's not moving, is she gonna die like Mom?" She asked quietly. Eddie held out a hand for his daughter to come forward.
"You see her wrist? Put two fingers right there, it's okay you're not gonna hurt her sweetie." Wynie did as she was instructed, touching your wrist so softly as if it was going to break.
"You feel that? That means she's alive and she's alive because you saw her on those rocks before I did. She's going to be fine once she's not so cold and your Aunt can have a look at her. You're a hero Eowyn Munson, and I'm so proud of you sweetheart." Eddie said,mussing her hair before Wyn smiled the first real smile in a very long time and  ran to the kitchen to make tea. Eddie returned to the task of warming you up, cradling you in his arms. 
"Please don't give up the ghost on my couch after I just gave that awesome speech." 
That’s it for now, I hope this is okay :)
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munsonology · 1 year
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Eddie munson working at a Waffle House is so....*chef's kiss* Reader, who is black, starts as a server because they're looking to just scrap by while in college.
Eddie is worried at first. He knows the patrons that walk through the door aren't always the nicest. A lot of drunk people. Sometimes people are just looking for a fight. He makes it his mental mission to keep an eye out for you. You're sweet. A lot of the guys come in and flirt with you.
You almost always laugh it off. It makes Eddie feel like it's going to make the wrong impression.
That is, until one guy comes in belligerently drunk. He's shouting, slurring his words--he's overall a messy drunk and Eddie, who'd been taking a smoke break immediately snuffs it out.
The guy slumps into the booth and you walk over, menus in hand. You stay behind the counter, like you're supposed to, you hand the guy the menu. But he grins up at you and reaches right for your chest.
Before Eddie can cross the room, you've decked the asshole square in the nose. Eddie freezes for a moment, eyes widen and then as the guy starts to push up from the table, Eddie kicks back into gear. The rest of the guys in the kitchen come rushing out too. It's the entire Waffle House against this guy. He doesn't even get fully up but you hit him again.
It's clear that you're pissed. Your eyes are unfocused and you're breathing hard. So Eddie hauls the guy out. It's not easy--he's almost twice the size of Eddie, but the two solid punches you've landed plus his own drunkness help. So Eddie all but throws the guy onto the curb and then comes back inside to see another linecook wrapping your knuckles. Gingerly he cuts in, adjusting the wrap a little.
"You okay?" Eddie asks.
"I should've killed him," you mutter.
"Still got time," he laughs. "Anything hurt?" He's trying to keep is snug enough but not cutting off circulation.
"If it's not broken, it's bruised like a bitch."
Eddie gets the wrap finished, sliding his fingers over your knuckles and palm then you your fingers. "Oh," he tsks, taking in the sight of two of your nails that broke. Nothing that damaged your natural nail underneath. He's seen that happen a few time to the other girls.
"I have an appointment Saturday," you shrug it off.
"Can I pick the color?" he teases.
"What do you know about that?" you gape.
Eddie winks when you finally settle your gaze on him. "I've been around the block a time or two. But you're blue right now. I think red would be nice."
"Red and black."
"Just in time for Halloween," he teases.
When you come into work on Sunday, he absolutely hollers for you to come into the kitchen. You've barely had time to get your apron on. He checks out your nails with a whistle. "Bet they'd look better digging into my back don't you think?"
"If we survive this shift, we'll have to see about that."
Eddie who is not religious signs the cross over his chest. "May God be with us. Because you're going to need him tonight, honey."
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OH MY GOD ILYSM 😍 this is amazing and exactly what we need 🙌🏽
Exactly how I see Waffle House!eddie in my mind. He’s always getting into it Janice who’s also his neighbor. Janice isn’t a Karen but she stays on Eddie’s ass because he’s a menace and gets on her nerves
Janice gives waffle house wendy vibes! Eddie’s seen her jacket sleeve catch fire and she out it out with her hand!
lead waitress Miss Minnie brought him into the Waffle House family. She’s loved by everyone in Hawkins and she’s the mother, therapist, doctor, lawyer, teacher, pastor, and then some all wrapped in one body. People go to her for everything and she’s always helping even when people don’t deserve her help.
You’re the sweetest girl he’s ever seen walk into this establishment and he instantly has a crush on you the new waitress. I can see jeff also working here, maybe miss Minnie is his auntie! And they all tease him for having a crush on you! “You got it bad white boy” Jeff laughs.
You and Eddie fuck behind the building while on breaks 😭 I think Janice catches y’all one time and this is probably how she starts calling you titmouse! She didn’t learn your name anyway because no other waitress has stuck around other than the ones they already have so she knows you’ll quit eventually so why learn your name 😭
Y’all both work the night shift on stuardays so y’all literally see everybody in Hawkins stop by. The basketball team comes by after their big win and Jason starts shit because his waffles are cold. So Eddie comes out because nobody is gonna talk to miss Minnie like that! And Eddie and Jason start fighting and the players with girlfriends get involved so now here you are with the other Waffle House girls throwing waffle batter and plates😭
And if it’s modern, in the corner booth robin takes out her phone to record everything! “Dingus your hair is in the way move! This is my Scorsese moment”
And the entire kitchen staff is yelling “go white boy go white boy go!” As he’s whoppin Jason’s ass. Just like that cosplay video 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
😭😭😭😭 now I’ve never been to a Waffle House because we don’t have that out here BUT I have been to a red lobster on easter and ihop at 1 am and it’s basically Waffle House adjacent 😭 I love my people
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Here is an idea I was just thinking of earlier that contains dry humping and making out. But imagine you and Eddie are making out and you have your bubblegum flavored sparkly lipgloss on. You're laying on his bed in the trailer and he's laying down underneath you while you're kissing all over him. Eddie cant get over the taste of your lips he moans when you start sucking on his tongue. You start grinding down on him, your pink skirt riding up against your ass with the wet spot on your panties getting wetter. Your moaning as Eddie pushes himself up to meet your pace and you move faster as the friction from his jeans are making you feel good. “Oh Eddie you're making me so wet baby you're going to make me cum in my panties. Do you want me to make you cum in your boxers daddy?” “Fuck yes sweetheart grind your pussy on daddy’s cock make us cum” Eddie repied whimpering as he pulled your neck down to contine to attack your lips. By now both of your faces are both sticky due to your lipgloss. You're moving your hips faster as both of your breathing gets louder and the air becomes more hot around you two. Eddie is getting closer to his peak as you are too. He pulls your hips closer, his rings feeling cool on your skin to him as you still work yourself on top of him with tears running down your cheeks ruining your mascara. With one more thrust of your hips you shake on top of him as you cum in your panties while riding out your high Eddie cums with a loud groan with a dazed smile on his face which is littered in your sparkly lip gloss stains. <333
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Eddie's the type of boyfriend to just stop and stare at you for no reason. He wants to memorize every single detail, the freckles, the moles, the scars, everything. He does it everywhere and he doesn't give a shit if you catch him doing it either:
"And what the hell are you staring at?" You're at home, in an old hoodie and the last pair of clean sweats you could find.
"Just admiring the view," Eddie replies with a dopey grin on his face. He looks like he's fallen in love with you all over again.
"Well stop admiring, I look like shit." You huff.
"If this is what you call shit, I'd love to see what you think is pretty, sweetheart." He leans his head on his palm and looks up at you like you've hung the moon and stars.
Eddie is a simp of the highest degree and he's not afraid to show it.
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what are we? part two
eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: reader isn’t happy with where she stands with eddie
warnings: 18+ language, mentions of sex but not detailed, reader being hard on herself, eddie being a big jerk.
a/n: i see the love for the first part so here’s part two, i know i couldn’t end it the way i did without having this part so enjoy!!
i don’t give permission to copy my work!!
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once you got home you quickly ran to your room and shut your door leaning your back against it as you slid down and sat down on the floor. you put your hands over your face and deeply sighed, being friend zoned hurts a lot, you thought that there was something there like a spark with you and eddie when you both shared those good lovely moments. you wondered why you pressured him so much to tell you what you two were instead of giving him time to think about it, you always asked him the same question with every opportunity you had with him.
you don’t think he know how you felt when he told you that he sees you just as a friend, like his exact same words echoed through your head, “if i’m being honest with you and myself, i say i see us being friends.” like hearing that replay through your mind just hurts, you were hoping for something more than friendship if you were being honest with yourself but you know eddie probably know you caught feelings for him now by how the way you walked out his trailer so fast.
you thought if you didn’t pressured him many times would he still said the same thing? all these what if’s started to circulate around in your head. you actually felt bad that you pressured him with every chance you had when you were around him, you had to know where you both stand and today you found out and he friend zoned you. you guess he felt like we’re better off as friends and not more which is bullshit.
you sat on your floor for a couple while longer still having that moment replaying in your head and our mind constantly going back to those times you and eddie shared those special moments mostly what a friend with benefits type of thing. you never bothered to ask him during that time because you didn’t want to ruin the moment, you didn’t realize someone was knocking on your room door knocking you right out of your thoughts. you sighed as you got up not really wanting to open up the door.
when you opened your room door, you couldn’t believe who was standing right there in front of you, it was eddie himself. you didn’t let him inside you stood in the doorway trying to figure out why is he standing right here in front of your room.
“eddie what are you doing here and how did you get in here?”
“first hi, nice to see you too and second can you let me in your room so we can talk?”
“i don’t think that’s a good idea, i’m not in the mood to actually talk to you right-"
“look y/n i know what i said to you earlier at my place hurt you because i saw the look on your face the exact time the words came out of my mouth.”
“and your point is? you see us as friends you made that pretty much clear.”
you was getting a little heated up like he shows up wanting to talk about what happened, you’re really not in the mood to talk to him and you know he’s gonna get some words out of you. he pushed you back and walked inside of your room and closed the door behind him, he walked over to your bed and sat down while he looked over at you.
“you don’t know how many times you asked me that shit with every chance you had, i had enough time to think about since i been pressured by you which is why i just see you as a friend, then i realized something y/n.”
“and what exactly is that?”
“i think you like me, you was hoping i say something along the lines of relationship.”
“you got to be kidding me right? me like you eddie? no way.”
“you suck at lying girl, stop it. i can see right through you and i know you do. but i don’t do relationships, but i did think we had this friends with benefits kind of thing going on but that’s it.”
you couldn’t believe what you were hearing right from his mouth, you felt like breaking down again but right in front of him and didn’t even care, what kind of sick asshole would say something like that. you was tired of his nonsense he needed to leave right now.
“eddie you need to leave.”
“i came here to-.”
“eddie just leave now, i don’t care about what you have to say anymore, i thought you came here to make things better but i was wrong, get out of my fucking room and my house!”
you walked over to your door and swing it open, you watched him as he got off your bed and walked out of your room, you waited until you hear him go out of your house.
you really couldn’t believe he had the nerve to say something like that to you, but he was right you’re not good at lying but it shocked you to know that he knows you like he from the way that you acted when you left his place, nobody wants to be friendzoned, it’s not a good feeling. but you don’t think you’d be claiming him as a friend anymore not after what he told you.
he just saw you as someone he can fuck with without catching feelings, but that wasn’t enough for you, you caught feelings for him during those times you both shared them moments, right now you’re regretting ever letting him see you, you felt disgusted by him now. you don’t get why he chose to say those things to you like he wasn’t expecting you to react or something. he really made things even more worse between you and him.
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lovrre · 2 years
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My Vampire boy ~
My Gif but scene pack from @kilzolga (on Instagram)
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Eddie x fem reader
Pt2 here >>>
Warnings: cursing, masturbation, unprotected sex, smut and probably some others stuff.
Word Count: 2,476
Summary: When your best friend dies you realize just how much you really love him what happens when he comes back from the dead with fangs and a crazy amount of libido?
It’s been two days since the gates ripped Hawkins in two, you would think that would be the worst thing, It’s not. the worst thing is Eddie, after the demo bats tore his ass to shreds you forced Steve to carry him through the gate. You weren’t going to leave without him, dead or not he deserved far better. You remember the pain You felt. You and Dustin desperately trying to calm him with false promises of the future.
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“Nonono baby you’re gonna be ok you’re gonna make it” Eddie didn’t answer his eyes getting heavy and he was staring at the dark misty upside-down sky. “You’re gonna be fine Eddie,” Dustin says lip trembling. “Look look look at me baby,” you say grabbing Eddie's face with your hand blood smearing on his face in the process. His eyes looked more and more tired with each passing second. Dustin watched you his eyes filling up with tears. “Baby?” He whispers, smirking weakly and reaching his hand laying against your face you quietly hold it steady with your own.
“Yes baby, I’m sorry I made you wait so long, I’ve loved you since I met you, your humor your clothes everything ” Eddie musters up a smile and you smash your lips against his in fear that you won’t get another chance. It’s not a good kiss it’s sloppy, you taste the dirt blood and salty tears all merge Into one.
You pull away from the messy kiss and look at Eddie's now still body you can’t help but jerk back your body gose still before letting out broken sobs and laying your head on his chest frantically looking for a heartbeat. You knew there wouldn’t be one if anything you would’ve been surprised if you heard one but when you didn’t hear it your whole body felt like it shut down.
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When you guys went back through the gate it seemed like everyone was so focused on doing other things their energy made it feel like burying Eddie was a chore. You Steve and Dustin dug his grave next to your late aunt's old Summer den hidden in the woods.
Dustin and Steve placed Eddie inside the not-so-shallow grave The whole experience was horrible. The way Eddie’s body flopped like a doll rather than himself. There wasn’t a drop of life in his body you couldn’t look at him without crying. What pissed you off the most was after everything that happened everyone was acting like nothing happened at all. Like Eddie didn’t sacrifice himself trying to save them. After The burial you Dustin and Steve had a little funeral. But Steve left quickly after taking Dustin with him.
You tried really hard to stay away from the cabin but your house was empty and painfully quiet. your foster dad wasn’t home meaning he was among the presumed dead. If he was you would Now be officially an orphan. You knew you should have felt stronger but you barely felt anything Numb to everything. Also, None of your “friends” came to check up on you not one since The burial. The worst part was you knew if Eddie was alive he would have. Packing a bag you filled with leftover food in the pantry and Some of Your Clothes and the bag of Eddie clothes you packed for he previously when he was hiding in the boat house.
The walk there was excruciatingly long but it didn't matter. all you wanted was to be near him,You sat down Next to the painted grave marker you and Dustin made that read “our hero”. You guys couldn’t personalize it too much for fear that somebody might find it and vandalize it.
You Slowly lay on the ground next to the grave.
“Eddie….I miss you so fucking much you don’t even understand” of course, there was no answer so you continued looking up at the sky. “I think my foster dad might be dead. The sheriffs say they found somebody but can’t identify them yet I know he was an asshole but..he didn't deserve to die. A part of me thinks this is some cruel ass joke you know… what are the odds I lose everyone I’ve ever cared about ” your lip quivers at the last sentence. “Never knew my dad, dead mom, dead aunt now dead best friend… oh and Dave is presumed dead so that’s.. that ” tears began falling down your cheek.
“I never got to give you a proper kiss like the one I promised, if we would have had just a little more time I would have given you that damn kiss and then some,” you say with a dry laugh.
“Really?” You hear a familiar voice before you even see him your eyes well up with tears.
You sit up so fast you think your gonna fall right back down. “E-Eddie,” you say breaths becoming unbelievably heavy standing there in front of you was Eddie before you can think any longer you run into his arm just squeezing him. “I’m going crazy aren’t I” you cry into his arm “nope,” he says smugly you look at him grabbing his face with both your hands and kissing him deeply he deepened the kiss holding your head back for more leverage this was what your fist time kiss him was supposed to be like not tears and blood. “Yes I am going crazy but it’s ok as long as I’m with you,” you say now crying again.
“No baby you’re not, I’m here,” he says tilting your head with his finger and wiping away one of your tears with your thumb. You take a closer look a realize Eddie looks a bit different. Big brown eyes don't look so innocent and doe-like but dark and husky almost red. “Eddie, is it really you…?” He pinches you on the cheek “Did you feel it” he says smiling you cry ten times harder “ya, ITS YOU ITS ACTUALLY YOU!” your heart is beating so hard and all you want to do is get in his skin… it’s an extreme but you don’t ever wanna be apart. “You died though…. Did I die am I dead too?” You say gripping Onto his arms “Nono you’re not dead”
You kiss him again.
Pulling away from the kiss Reality sets in “you gotta get inside” yanking Eddie by the collar you drag him inside the small cabin. Sitting down on the couch you ask Eddie some more questions. “You died, I watched how is this possible,” you say staring at him hard “maybe I wasn’t dead,” Eddie says leaning back on the couch and smiling. “No, you were dead your heart stopped and you were cold,” you say a small tear running down your cheek. “No more crying ok, I don’t what going on but I’m here and we’ll figure it out,” he says whipping away the tear “I’m here”
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Eddie -
It's been almost 2 hours of us on this couch just talking. she keeps asking how and why I’ve come from the dead and I keep giving her the same answer, I don’t know.
I do know why I’m back but I’m not gonna tell her right now. What if she thinks I’m a monster, I just wanna be with her a little longer and this vampire bat shit is making it real hard to stay calm around her. Not only do I want her bad in like all ways humanly possible, but there is the huger…the loud beating of her heart pumping hot blood into her veins I can control it tho, I will for her. Thoughtlessly you take your fingers and push the hair off her shoulders exposing her neck. Before you can get too caught up Y/N speaks you’re breaking your trance.
“I didn’t wanna say this earlier and ruin the moment but baby…you need to wash,” y/n says turning to me. “I like this baby thing we got going on, let’s keep it going,” you say leaning in for a kiss. Y/n accepts lightly pressing her lips against yours. “Now go wash…baby,” she says the last part seductively. “Will do ma’am,” you say jumping up and walking down the only hallway that led towards the bathroom.
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In the shower, the water feels warm against your skin but you can’t stop thinking of y/n. Ya before the bats tore you up you wanted her like crazy but since you came back it’s like times ten you can’t look at her too long without thinking about being inside her. You feel yourself hardened at just the thought of it. slinking your hand down to your length and wrapping your hand around What’s the harm your already in here you thought to yourself.
You begin pumping yourself at A medium speed. Small moans leave your mouth here and there whispering her name.
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Y/N-
“Oh, I forgot to give him a towel” you quietly knock on the door nobody answer so you open the door right before you open your mouth to speak you hear Eddie’s moans. Of course, you don’t wanna be a creep but there’s a part of you that just can’t help but listen for a second. “E-Eddie I put your towel on the skink you say stuttering the first part
“hmm- oh thanks” he replies as if nothing happened. You turn to leave and he calls you over. “Can you hand me the towel?” “Ya sure,” you say hesitantly walking towards the shower curtain. Eddie rips back the curtains exposing his whole body.
You desperately try not to look down handing Eddie the towel he quickly wraps it around his waist. Now you were really looking at him you jumped back as your eyes Landed on his bright red ones. “Omg Eddie your eyes-“
“ya I know, sweet right?” he interrupts smiling hard exposing his adorable dimples and FANGS?!?! “EDDIE WHAT THE FUCK, YOUR TEETH!”
you shout jumping back.
“I look scary right, look Y/n I’m a vampire or a bat, something along those lines but besides all that I really really need you right now,” he says stepping out of the tub
“you need me?“ you say looking up at him.
“Mmh...bad,” he says wiping A piece of hair away with his free hand the other securing his towel around his waist. “Eddie this is serious, like really serious not only are you back from the dead but you’re a vampire?,” you say Seriously looking up at him. “It’s not that serious, I feel pretty much the same, except you know…the Uncontrollable need for you”
He says smiling ear to ear.
“Eddie as much as I would love this,” you say gesturing to the current situation You two were in. “We don’t know anything what if you bite me or something,” you say biting your lip unsure .“I won’t bite unless you want me to, can’t make any promises though,” he says giving another shit-eating grin.
“I’m guessing all this confidence is a perk of your”before you can finish your sentences his lips are on yours pushing you against the wet bathroom wall. You don’t fight it instantly leaning into his touching. The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet like the ones you shared before…no he was hungry. You couldn’t help but let out a moan as his hand traveled to the side of your face deepening the kiss. His body felt warm from the steam but his lips felt cool.
Without another thought, Eddie spoke through the kiss “jump” you instantly obey wrapping your legs around his waist. He blindly walks towards the living room “bedroom?” he says breaking the kiss. “The door on the left” you breathe out before smashing your lips against his again.
Eddie walks to the room throwing you on the bed before he puts his body back between your legs. “I need this,” he says tugging at the hem of your shirt. You lift up your arms and he slides off your shirt before his lips return to yours. Your lightly tug at the towel tightly wrapped around Eddie’s waist and it’s off in seconds. “Your turn” he whispers looking down at you. You quickly unbutton your pants and Eddie helps by pulling them all the way off and throwing them to the floor. “Better,” he says coming down to your neck to leave small kisses. “Eddie please” you whine squirming under him.
“God… I wanna take my time but I have eternity for that” with that Eddie throws off your underwear his lips ghosting over yours throughout The Whole motion. He grabs your left leg throwing it over his shoulder before lining himself up with your entrance. Wiping himself through your folds before slowly pushing himself in. “So fucking wettt” he moans entering you entirely. “I’ve been missing out…so fucking tight,” he says picking up the pace. “Mmh” you moan grabbing onto a nearby pillow. “I’m your first right?” Eddie knew he wasn’t technically I mean you told him about the situation with Brett where he only got the tip in before his mom bust in. “Eddie..”
“Nonono, I’m your fucking first ME! I’m your first, last, and anything in between., you’re mine ” His words make you clench around him. You liked this side of him a bit more aggressive and confident.
“No, say it” Eddie’s face Gose serious and he grabs your face to look at his while he’s thrusting. His eyes are deep red and his fangs are visible on his lip. “I’M YOURS! Always had been ”
You thought how fucking embarrassing you would feel in the morning for that.
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Eddie—
I’ve died and went to heaven because This was a dream come true Y/N under me a blubbering mess of moans and groans as I fucked her senseless. I felt her walls begin to squeeze around me. “I’m so so close” she moans out scratching my back. “Me too” I take that as a hint to go harder. Until she’s shaking around me and I’m dumping myself into her. I can't help but to graze my fangs over her bare neck as we cum
“Fuckfuckfuck...”
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Laying in the small bed y/n twirls your hair between her fingers while looking at you. “I didn't know that situation with Brett bothered you so much,” she says giggling to herself. “I didn't know you even liked me that much” you look at her bewildered. How could she not tell, the thought of her and Brett in bed together had made Eddie so physically ill that he missed three days of school that week . “I thought I was being pretty obvious, I thought me saying
“I would have done it Better” was enough of a hint ,” you say looking down at her. “I thought you were joking”
“Not at all..”
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gardenof-venus · 2 years
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𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲.
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𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ! — eddie munson x woc! reader
𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ! — none
𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ! — fluff
𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓(𝐄𝐃)? — nope
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ! — 192
𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ! — When coming home from a long day at work, Eddie was just what you needed.
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ! — HEAVILY, inspired by the Kardashians trailer where Kim calls Pete to shower with her and he drops everything to go with her.
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Hearing the door to your shared apartment close and lock, Eddie paused from his conversation with Steve to watch you drop your purse and walk through the entrance to your bedroom. He could tell you were exhausted, evident in the way the straps of your black tank top had slid down your lowered shoulders, letting the meticulously placed tattoos he’d done show on the revealed skin. Not knowing if you needed a moment of peace since you worked around the overstimulating sounds of heavy machinery and motors in a daily basis, or if you’d wanted him, he held back from gripping you up in a tight hug with the kisses he’d leave across your cheeks when you’d finally came home and instead waited for you to call him. He figured you needed some space and tranquility.
“Eds, wanna come shower with me real quick?” your voice echoed out into the living room, causing his eyes to cut to where you previously stood. Turning to Steve, he nodded in acknowledgment of their now ended conversation, dropped the flip phone from his finger tips and skipped towards the sound of voice in the bathroom.
Maybe Eddie was your tranquility.
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