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lokis-army-77 · 8 months

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Live from Hawkins

Older!Eddie Munson x female reader

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Eddie watched as you are stood up on a date and without a second thought, he brings you home.

Warning: 18+. Eddie is in his late 50s to early 60s, reader is 20s to early 30s. p in v, oral (f receiving), dirty talk, sir kink, pet names, a few spanks, fingering, mention of a partner having died.

A/n: Thank you @munson-blurbs for hyping me up to write this and for thinking of the funny little thing that happens at the end hehe, I love you <3 also my version older!eddie is inspired by @ farmerusedto on tiktok and Instagram.

Masterlist Part 2

The fun of nightlife had escaped Eddie when his biological clock started making him go to bed at 8:30 p.m. instead of 2 a.m., but tonight was an exception. After an extraordinarily shitty day, he thought a drink or two at his old haunt would cheer him up. It didn’t, not entirely. The whisky he had been nursing tasted like shit and the crowd in the bar left little to be desired, except for you.

Eddie had clocked you when you entered the establishment at eight on the dot. His eyes raked over the pretty silky red dress that stuck to the curves of your body as you made your way to a tiny circular table with two chairs and sat down. Your head was held high as you watched the front door.

Ah, a date, He thought. Then he began thinking about all the dates he had been on in the long past years until he had met his wife, and then the lack thereof after her passing twenty-some years ago. He’s never had time to date. Raising kids two kids as a single dad while also being a simi-successful musician turned producer, looking for romance added a whole new thing to worry about so he just didn’t, but now, in his later years of life, with his children grown and moved out, he could afford the chance to indulge. Sadly though, you were apparently taken.

Even after he had finished his one glass of alcohol, he waited. Watching you as your posture slowly became slouched, you sipped on some fancy beverage, and your head stopped peaking up when the bell to the door chimed as it was opened and closed. You were beautiful and didn’t deserve to be stood up.

When the clock struck nine, Eddie stretched his aching joints and stood from the bar. Sauntering his way over to your tiny table.

“This seat taken?” He asked, hand resting on the back of the chair.

You lifted your head from your phone startled and shook your head. “Unfortunately, no. You can take it.” Sighing, you look back down at your phone, expecting him to take the lone chair and pull it up to another table. To your surprise, he actually sat down in front of you. “Um… can I help you?”

“Sorry, I just saw you sitting here by yourself for a while and thought you might like the company. A pretty girl like you in a pretty dress like that shouldn’t be sitting alone in a bar like this, some weirdo could show up.”

You blush, almost as red as your dress. “And how do I know you aren’t the weirdo?”

“Good question. You don’t.” He laughed.

The deep timber of it had your stomach flipping. His facial features were hidden under a nicely kept beard, full of salt and pepper hairs, more salt than anything else. The shaggy, slightly curly hair atop his head looked the same. He was definitely older than you by a couple of decades, but hey he was nice looking and obviously, the guy you were supposed to be seeing wasn’t coming. What harm could come from flirting with this guy?

“But hey, a bit of mystery can be a good thing, don’t you think?” He asks.

You can't help the giggle that passes your lips. “Oh, really?” You look him up and down. His outfit was something reminiscent of the eighties, only more subdued. Tight black jeans, motorcycle boots, and an Iron Maiden shirt that had been ripped at the hem. Before he had sat down you even spotted a black and white skull bandana in his back pocket. “I’ve heard that with age comes wisdom. Are you here to enlighten me then?”

He lets out a more hearty laugh this time, his head falling back. Your eyes scan the contours of his neck and watch as his Adam's apple bobs up and down. “I don’t know about wisdom, but I do have a few decades under my belt. Maybe I was the one hoping to learn a little thing or two from such a charming young lady as yourself.

Your hand lifts to cover your smile and you look away almost bashfully. “Such a smooth talker aren’t you?”

“As smooth as I can be…” He leans forward, hand resting on the table, fingers laced together. You see the many rings decorating them. The flip in your stomach drops and you clench your thighs together. “Why? Is my charm winning you over?”

“So that’s what you’re trying to do, huh?” You smile.

“Well, it was either that or all the vintage dad jokes I know.” He smiles back.

You can feel your mood being lifted from the once sour thing that it was into something more bubbly as you listen to him. “Vintage dad jokes? Sound’s intriguing. Maybe I’ll stick around for now.”

He nods. “That’s a good choice Sweetheart. Who could resist the allure of outdated humor and a bit of gray hair?” His hand tugs at his beard.

“You know, I could be out having an adventure with the guy I was supposed to be meeting here instead of chatting with a silver fox.” There is a permanent grin etched into your face as he gasps in faux offense.

“You wound me, Sugar. Isn’t it usually the unexpected adventures that turn into something unforgettable?” Eddie couldn’t lie to himself, he was laying it on pretty thick, but it was all in hopes that maybe, just maybe you might come home with him.

“Well, I do have to admit you are intriguing, maybe I’ll take you up on this adventure.” It was childish, the way your heel-clad foot slid its way past the single, center leg of the table and halfway up the man’s calf.

When he feels your foot rubbing on him, he has to steel his face. One of his hands slipped from the table and slithered its way down his leg and caught your foot. “What do you say we get out of here?” His hands were so big and his fingers so long that they wrapped with ease around your ankle. The pads of his fingers pressed in gently and you hoped he couldn’t feel how fast your pulse were thumping throughout your body.

Your mouth suddenly turned dry, words evaded you. All you could do was nod in response. He let go of your foot and stood, reaching out his hand. You take it and he pulls you up as well. “My name’s Eddie by the way.”

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The drive to Eddie’s suburban home was filled with chase touches and lingering hands. His large palm warmed your thigh, his fingers dug into the plushness there. You cozied up to him, lips trailing up his neck to his ear where you nibbled on the lobe.

Eddie groaned as he white-knuckled the steering wheel. His breath caught in his throat when you inched a delicate hand into his lap.

“Now, little girl, don’t be starting something you can’t finish.” He chided. His hand on your thigh moved ever closer to the already high hem of your dress.

“Little girl?” you whisper into his ear. “I’m not a little girl, old man.”

You feel every bump and jerk of his 1960s Ford pickup as he practically jumps the curb and slams the brakes in his driveway, screeching to a halt. Eddie unfastened his seatbelt and turned to you. His hand immediately found purchase on the back of your neck and he pulled you in for a kiss. His lips were soft and plump and his beard tickled. You giggled into the kiss but that was cut short when they turned to gasps as soon as Eddie caressed his tongue into your mouth.

“Eddie…” You moan into him, fingers latched onto his shirt, pulling him into you.

“What is it, Sweetheart?” He pulled away from the kiss.

You looked him in his eyes, the street lamp outside aiding in deepening their already dark hue. “Touch me. Need you to touch me.”

He smirked. “Alright baby, I’ll touch you.”

Then, he backed away, hooking you from himself and slipping out the door. A pout worked its way onto your features as he walked around and opened your door. Tisking he shook his head. “What’s the frown for sugar?”

You took his outstretched hand, he was ever the gentleman. “You stopped kissing me.”

Leaning down he gave you a sloppy peck on the lips. “Well, I can't touch you how you want, Sweetheart, unless we go inside.” He chortled as he guided you to his front door. As soon as the lock was undone and the knob twisted, you pushed the two of you inside. You were hot and worked up and needed something to help the pounding ache that had made itself known between your thighs.

Inside, you try your best to tug Eddie’s shirt up and over his head but he is quick to catch your hands, pushing you back against the wall and holding them above your head.

“Not so fast. You’ve got to ask for the things that you want.”

You shake your head in defiance. You knew where this was going from the way he gripped your wrists. From the way his voice became stricter, more dominant. Need pools in the pit of your stomach. This was what you had been craving, what no other man could make you feel.

“Please.” Your plea comes out just above a whisper.

“Tsk, Sweetheart, I think you can do better than that.” Eddie maneuvers both your wrists into the hold of one hand while he lets the fingers of his other run down the open skin of your neck tantalizingly slowly. Goosebumps begin to prickle on your skin as the fingers wander down your chest and over the tops of your breasts, cleavage on display, heaving as you take sharp breaths of air.

“Please, Eddie.” Voice cracking. “Please, I want you. I want you to touch me, I want to feel you.”

He groans, hips pressing you to the wall harder. “What a good girl you are.” He captures your lips in another heated kiss.

The night had barely begun and you already felt like you were drowning in him. The scent of menthol cigarettes, whisky, and something almost woody filled your nose and all you could think of was the man pinning you to the wall.

A staggered gasp caught in your throat when Eddie dropped your wrists and heaved you up by the waist. Your legs cinched around him and his arms held you close. “Why don’t we take this to my room? I can put some nice mood music on.” He kissed up your neck as he carried you through his home.

“Mood music, hum?” You whimper when he sucks on a sensitive spot. “What, gonna play the Temptations greatest hits? Or how about the Chordettes? Don’t they have that song with your name in it?”

You yelp when his hand smacks your ass. “M’not that old, Sweetheart. It’s more like eighties rock ballads but that’s not what I’m choosing.” The smirk that contoured his lips was wicked.

“Mmm, and how old are you?” You ask, words muffled by your lips meeting his.

“Old enough.” Eddie pushes his door open and it hits the wall with a thud. He walks to his bed in the darkness and practically throws you on top of the sheets. He doesn’t follow, instead, he flips the bedside lamp on and the room fills with a soft yellow light.

His room isn’t what you thought it would be. It's all dark colors, blacks and grays. Three electric guitars hang like decorations on the wall in front of you. A few picture frames are scattered over the dresser to your left, too far to see the images clearly in the dim light. You watch him like a hawk as he walks to that very dresser and turns on a speaker.

He really wasn’t kidding about the mood music. You think.

“Get comfortable Sugar… Just got to figure out this damn phone.” You chuckle as you watch him fiddle with the touchscreen and cheer when the music fills the silence. You laugh even louder when Eddie fumbles the phone in his hands and drops it to the floor. “Shit.” He bends down to pick it up and when he does he props it against the mirror of the dresser.

“Is it okay?” You ask, hand covering the giant smile plastered on your face.

“It’ll live.” He shakes his head. When the giggles die down, he slowly comes toward you, crawling up the bed. The way his hands travel up your bare legs gives you chills. He pries you open gently, your dress hikes up your thighs, and the wetness of your pussy is on full display.

“Well, aren’t you a naughty girl… No panties?” He asks, hot breath on the inside of your thigh as he nips at the skin.

You shake your head as you explain. “No, not wearing a bra either. You can see the outline through the dress”

He grins a devilish grin and slowly teases his way up your thigh. The hot air from his breath caresses your skin white his beard tickles you. He pushes back your dress a little more before looking you in the eyes. “Ready?”

The whine that comes from you is almost unrecognizable, all desperate and needy when his mouth attaches itself to your pretty cunt. Your hand flies to his head, gripping his silky hair between stiff fingers.

“Fuck. E-Eddie.” You rasp. He hums the vibrations add to the cacophony of pleasurable feelings between your legs.

Eddie’s tongue rolls along your folds, wetting every inch of skin. The gentle sucks he performs on your clit pull moan after moan from you. Your back arches and your hips push down into the bed. Eddie’s hands push your thighs farther apart, the plush of them pooling through his spread fingers.

He loves the feel of you. Loves that he can make you writhe under him with just his tongue. His ego is through the roof, having not been this intimate with someone in years.

It's been all but a few minutes, to you its been hours, Eddie is expertly working you up up up and to the edge. One hand smoothes down your leg and under his chin. You feel the subtle touches of his fingers as they linger around your cunt. His other hand pushes your leg back more, creating more room. You heave a cry when two fingers breach you, stretching you out at a leisurely pace.

In and out, in and out, in and out he went, fucking you deeply with those long thick fingers of his, covered in rings. The metal soon became warm as they began to be covered in your slickness and his spit that dribbled down to meet them.

With the way his fingers pushed up into your walls, poking the fire in your belly. The ember that it once was, was not a full-on flame. It was wild and hot and needed something more to feed on.

“Eddie!” You cried, clamping down around him. Body ridged, ready to let go.

“That’s right baby, say my fucking name.” He pulled back only to reattach to your clit and pump his fingers tenfold.

His words were tender to the flame, making it rage out of control. “Eddie!” You cried again, wonton moans following as you feel the fire spreading. “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” you chant like a prayer.

He’s greedy as he laps up every ounce of your release, you have to push him away gently, too sensitive for him to keep going but the crooked smirk he gives you as he kisses up your body tells you he wants more.

Your breathing is rapid as you come down. Your legs feel like jello and you’re hot, super hot. The fire in your veins had rekindled and the dress, conforming to your body, was becoming uncomfortable in the heat.

Eddie can see the way you tug at the garment and gives it a tug of his own. “I hate to see this little number go but I need to see all of you.” He manhandles you onto your stomach, snatching the tiny red zipper and pulling it down to reveal the soft skin of your back.

His hands rub into your muscles, thumbs catching on knots and smoothing them out. It was intimate, something you had never experienced in a one-night stand. He removed the tiny straps from your shoulders and kneaded until you were sighing contently into his sheets. Lower and lower he went, tugging the fabric with him and eventually taking it off, throwing it into the abyss. Rough fingers squeezed at the fat of your ass.

Unknowingly, Eddie had bent down, and as he was massaging you bit down playfully on your ass cheek. A weak squeal erupts from your throat. “Eddie, what are you doing?”

“I can’t help it if you look good enough to eat.” He bites down again and you buck your hips back. A hand quickly smacks down on your ass. “Quit being a brat. First not asking for what you want and now this? What am I going to do with you?” Condescension drips thickly from his words.

You wiggle your hips in his grasp. “M’sorry.”

Another smack. “I’m sorry what?”

The fire burns brighter with this fuel.

“I’m sorry, Eddie.”

He spanks you a third time. “Try again, baby.”

Your stomach flips. “I’m sorry… Sir.”

He hums in satisfaction. His hands wrap around you and pull you to your knees, ass in the air. With your head buried in the covers, you can only guess what he’s doing by the subtle movements behind you.

Eddie has taken his shirt off and unzipped his pants. His cock achingly hard and straining against his black boxers. “Gonna fuck this pussy good, baby.” You whimper in response. He shickers, “You like that, Sweetheart? You want my cock in that pretty pussy of yours?”

“Please,” You mewl, aching to finally have him inside you. The roughness of his hand steadies you as he inches closer. His hard cock on the other hand. He presses it against your folds, the head slipping through easily. You release a shaky breath when he nudges your clit. “Need you inside, please Sir.”

“Gonna give it to you baby,” Eddie replies, pushing into you. His breathing shudders at the warmth surrounding him. Your cunt squeezes him tightly, sucking him in and not letting him go.

He feels amazing stretching you out. He's bigger than you thought, wider. The tip pushes into your walls as he begins to thrust into you, the most wonderful grunts and growls filling your ears from behind.

"So fucking tight, Sugar." Eddie fucks into you at a hard brushing pace with stamina you didn't know he had. His hands grip your hips so hard you know there will be visible marks there later but you don't mind.

You turn your head slightly and look over your shoulder as best you can. Eddie has a wild look in his eye, streaks of gray hair falling into his face. Your eyes catch on the plethora of ink etching his skin. You had seen the ones covering his arms but you couldn't have imagined this. Your mind wandered to what the rest of his body looked like. We're there more pieces yet to be seen or did alabaster skin win out as you go further down his body? The thought of seeing the rest of him has you bouncing your ass back into him, meeting his every thrust with fervor.

The fire Eddie had lit within you was once again roaring out of control. The way his cock filled you deep has you shaking in delight.

"More, more, more," you called out to him, fists clamping down onto his sheets so hard it was a wonder you hadn't ripped them.

“More? Is that what you want?” He patronizes. His right hand moves from your hip and he bends forward, snatching your hair up at the base of your skull. The dull throb that accompanies his tight hold has you wailing. Your stomach flips and flips, pressure building up. You’re going to cum and you tell him as much.

“Please, keep going Eddie, fuck. Keep going, I’m gonna cum, Sir.” Big blubbery tears have started to streak down your face, once pristine makeup now smeared.

He pulls on your hair. ‘Don’t cum baby. Wanna watch that pretty face as you cum on my cock.”

Eddie pulls out of you and it feels like forever until you are flipped onto your back and he inserts himself back inside. The new angle has your legs clamping shut around him and the head of his cock brushing against a sensitive spot which makes you keen into him.

You make eye contact with him, his gaze is feral. He’s looking at you like you’re a buffet laid out for him. His hips rock into you with such force that your body is slowly jerking up the bed. You reach out for him, hands open and close, needing to have him close to you. That fire is still burning within you and it is scorching.

Eddie leans into your touch, relishing in the feeling of your nails dragging long scratches down his pecks and stomach. He catches one, entwining his fingers with yours and pinning your hand back into the mattress. Another intimate moment that had butterflies erupting alongside your fire.

“Please,” you whimper. “Wanna cum so bad.”

He leans down more, pressing a chased kiss on your lips. “Alright Sweet girl, you can cum.”

When you let go, Eddie can’t help the absolutely hedonistic moan that comes forward. He’s rutting into your constricting cunt like an animal. The look of absolute ecstasy that washes over your face had him fighting off his own release.

“Where do you want it, Baby? Where do you want my cum?”

It’s absolutely crazy, the place that comes to mind, but some deep, dark, nefarious place inside you wants it so badly. Craves is.

Without thinking, brain foggy with a greediness only comparable to the deadly sin itself, you blurt, “Inside.”

Eddie’s hips stutter and his mind goes blank. Inside? Fuck, She wants it inside. He groans, fighting himself. He shouldn’t but he wants to. Oh, how he wants to. Thoughts of what your pussy would look like leaking his cum have him going ridged, his conscience losing out against a primal need he didn’t know he had.

“Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck ah!” He’s a moaning mess when he finally gives in and lets himself cum.

You can feel his release as a warmth spreads out from your tummy and envelopes you. Eddie falls careful not to let all of his weight squish you. His kisses make you giggle as you try and catch your breath.

You’re exhausted, warn out in a way you never have been. “Thank you,” you say, kissing him back. He looked at you with soft, round eyes.

“Why are you thanking me, Sweetheart?”

You sigh, content. “You saved me from a night of wallowing in my self-pity.”

He shakes his head. “Beautiful girl like you deserves to be treated right, that guy’s a bastard.”

“Tha-” You’re cut off by the loud ringing of his phone, still connected to the speaker. Eddie cringes at the volume and turns slightly to eye the phone but does not move to get up. It stops ringing a moment after.

“I think I should get going…” You whisper and give him another kiss.

“Mmm, you could stay the night. I can take you back to your car tomorrow.”

You pout at him. “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”

“Sweetheart, I’m asking you to stay, you aren't imposing on anything.”

You giggle and go to answer but you are interrupted by his phone ringing again. Eddie says quietly, “What the hell?” before pulling himself out of you. He hesitates a moment, watching as his cum leaks past the puffy, used lips of your cunt, then grabs at his phone.

‘HARRINGTON’ Is flashing across the screen.

“What do you want man? I’m in the middle of something.”

Eddie still has his phone connected to the speaker and the next few sentences make Your smile fall and your face bloom into a heat that could rival the sun.

“Oh, I know you are. Half the fucking world does you dipshit!”

“Wow okay Steve, calm down. No need for name-calling.”

“Eddie I swear to god, do you know what you’ve just done?”

“No…?” Eddie scratches his head, looking at you and shrugging his shoulders.

“You just fucking broadcasted you having fucking sex LIVE on fucking Facebook!”

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eddies-house · 4 months

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Older!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

(Slight breeding kink, Eddie and reader are parents, a little bit of smut at the end)

You and older!rockstar!eddie who have moved to Palm Springs for a quieter life and have a full house of five kids, three of them teenagers and two pre teens. LA is where the industry is and although you and Eddie loved your life there, you especially being from there, you needed a change in pace and what better place to move than the desert where majority of the population are old people who only care about golf. Paparazzi are no where to be found and Eddie can go to the grocery store without being hounded by fans. Not that he minded too much before, it was the life he longed for in the end after all, but it feels like a breath of fresh air when he can shop for eggs without feeling someone’s stare at the back of his head.

Eddie’s long since cut his long curls as well, insisting that he’s getting old and although he’s not even in his fifties yet, it’s a hassle to comb out his curls, his joints not as oiled up as they used to be. You mourned his brunette curls, saying a dramatic goodbye to them the day he chopped them off himself in your shared bathroom. All grief left the room the second he padded into the kitchen with a reinvented look, shaggy curls still falling from his head, only a shorter variation of his signature style. You didn’t think he could get any sexier but he’d proven you wrong. The way he shook his hair out like a shaggy dog would usually have you scolding him, yelling at him to at least let you get out of the splash zone first. Instead you stare at the new version of your sweet Eddie, the haircut doing him several favors as your eyes move down his tattooed torso, the shine of his nipple rings catching your eye, trailing along every detail you’ve already memorized time and time again. Your thirst for him never wavered, not once in your time together and when he smirked at you like that as he recognized the far off look on your face, your knees nearly gave out.

though his haircut aided in disguising him a little better in public spaces, people caught on quickly and he was suddenly “Eddie Munson sporting sexy new haircut”. Needless to say it was time for a change and you both knew it, Eddie telling you that with all the fame and everything he’s ever wanted, now he just wanted to have a normal suburban life. He never thought he’d see the day where those words came out of his mouth.

Especially not when he grew up loathing suburban picket fence families, the trailer park coming to be the only thing he knew. Those people were assholes anyway, he never ever wanted to be associated with them. And now he was buying a house in a gorgeous neighborhood with his doting wife, he himself being a doting husband and quietly he swore he was not going to lose his roots, he hasn’t lost touch this far into his career and he wasn’t going to start now. He only wanted what was good for his family, also something he never thought he’d utter to himself, fully convinced in his early twenties that a family would never be in his future. To be fair he’d never had one other than Wayne so who was he to envision one for his future self?

Fast forward to when you’ve moved in, the house finally all unpacked and decorated. It’s Christmas Eve and you’re making dinner, your entire family littered around the giant kitchen island also helping out. One of them is making tik tok after tik tok like their life depends on it, their siblings jumping in here and there. Occasionally they ask you to make an appearance but you’d always been camera shy, even in the spotlight that came with Eddie’s career so you avoided it as much as you could. And then Eddie gets involved, learning the dances and just being his rambunctious self, making his kids and yourself laugh.

When your daughter complains that you won’t jump into one of the tik toks one of the other kids sparks an idea and they go a little too quiet but you don’t think too much of it. A few minutes later they’re playing the song that you and Eddie always dance to around the house when it comes on. They play it through the speaker while one sneakily sets up the phone and records. You and Eddie have no idea as Eddie approaches you, picking you up and spinning you in his arms, you with a mixing bowl still in hand while you shriek in surprise.

Eddie sets you down to pluck the bowl out of your hands and discard it on top of the counter, pulling you close to dance and bounce around with you, giving your butt a few love taps which earns a series of “ews” from your audience. Neither of you tear your eyes away from each other, swaying together throughout the kitchen. Eddie has no shame, pressing kisses to your lips repeatedly while singing the lyrics under his breath. He doesn’t care about your kids groaning from across the kitchen, barely even hears them, figures he must be doing something right if his kids are grossed out by his affection for you.

Later he calls them little shitheads when he finds out they recorded and uploaded a video but has a big stupid grin on his face the whole time he scolds them. He knows how nervous you get about stuff like this but he can’t help smiling as he watched the two of you over and over just be so…in love. So enamored with each other. You can’t even be mad either, finding it so cute that your kids would be fond enough of their parents to post them on their tik tok like that.

that night you and Eddie sit in bed with a stupid Christmas movie on while sharing cookies you’d baked with your kids downstairs earlier. He’s moaning about how good they are and you receive endless chocolate flavored kisses. Somehow you end up under him, his hips pressed into yours while he thrusts slowly and deeply into you, his lips gently trailing along your neck, tickling your ear just how you like that forces the sweetest sounds out of your pretty mouth, just how he likes. The praises he mumbles into your skin have you writhing and whimpering beneath him.

“My gorgeous wife, I’m still not over calling you that, y’know that?”

“Taking me so well, you want me to fill you up? Want me to fuck another baby into you? Huh?”

“Gonna fuckin’ spoil you for the rest of my goddamn life baby.”

And you know Eddie is a man of his word. He’ll make good on that promise. And who cares if come the morning, your kids are all waiting by the tree to open gifts with scowls on their face cause they knew what you got up to the night before? It becomes Eddie’s responsibility to keep you quiet in the bedroom.

#idk what this is but it popped into my head and I need it to be my reality real bad #I don’t desire having kids rn but for him I would #AGHHH I LOVE HIM I JUST WANNA TALK ABOUT HIM ALL DAY #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut #eddie x reader #rockstar!eddie munson #eddie munson au

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sleepy-wyvern · 1 year

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Billy Hargrove x Female!Reader (SMUT CHAPTER 2)

Chapter: 2/4 (smut in next chapter) Part 1 here, Part 3 here, AO3 version

Summary: Billy pursues an uninterested reader trying to gain her adoration. When reader finds her crush kissing someone else that's when she realizes her feelings are towards the wrong guy.

TW/CW: persistent flirting, cigarettes, marijuana, violent threat (not towards reader)

This fic only contains characters that are 18+ and will contain smut, as such 18+ readers only, minors absolutely DNI

For the lovely @strangelysupernatural !

You shifted your weight from one leg to the next, mind buzzing with thoughts “I need to think, Billy.”

You turn, hesitating before you leave. Him acting like this was the very last thing you expected. Perhaps he really wasn’t how he had seemed at first glance.

“I’ll… see you around. Then we’ll talk.” Perhaps your words would’ve sounded fake to let him down easy but when you looked into his eyes he knew that wasn’t the case.

The boy you were crushing on all week suddenly dropped that bomb shell on you of being back with his ex but you had to find out the worst way possible. On top of that, you had kissed Billy fucking Hargrove, the guy that had been chasing you since you moved here. You needed time to think and then you could talk to him with a clear head… clearer, at least.

He nodded, understanding “take all the time you need.”

You nodded back before turning, walking away. You expected to feel his eyes follow you but they didn’t.

The only thing you could think to do when you got home was to call Bunny. You hadn’t even taken off your shoes as you raced to the phone on the kitchen wall.

“Bunny,” you gasped, holding the old plastic white phone to your ear “I kissed Billy.”

“I’m sorry- you WHAT?!” Her voice yelled at you and you winced, “what about Steve I thought you were hitting it off?”

You could hear Eddie in the background saying something but you weren’t sure what, as Bunny hushed him.

“Yeah, well, he was kissing Nancy fucking Wheeler in the hallway.” Your anger had mostly dissipated into confusion since the encounter.

There was more shuffling on the other side of the phone before she answered “we’re coming to get you. Let’s talk in person.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon.” You reply and put the old phone back on the receiver.

It took all of your willpower to not bite your nails as you waited on the cement steps outside your house. After what felt like an hour but was surely just minutes, a van pulled up with a driver who had shaggy brown hair that could only be Eddie Munson.

Bunny wove to you from the passenger side and you hopped into the back seat.

“Jesus fuck,” you whispered.

You only knew Bunny for what, 2-3 weeks? But you were oh so thankful for her support. Her caring nature made tears well in your eyes but you had other things to work through right now.

“Thanks, Bunny. You too, Eddie.” You click your seat belt in.

You weren’t sure where you were headed but you were grateful to be away from your house.

“I just do whatever the missus tells me to,” Eddie admits and Bunny gently smacks his arm.

You watch your street roll away as Eddie drives onward.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Just the diner.” Bunny answered looking back at you sweetly “when shit like this happens I think you deserve a milkshake.”

You smile sympathetically, genuinely glad to have your new friends.

“Told you Steve Harrington was no good.” Eddie said and Bunny glared at him.

“Not helping!” She whispered.

Eddie tapped the steering wheel to the heavy metal song as he thought for a moment “open the lunch box. That’ll help.”

Bunny did as he suggested and took out a white rolled joint. You hadn’t dabbled in marijuana in a long time but figured it was a good excuse to.

As Eddie pulled into the diner parking lot Bunny lit the joint with her lighter, taking a long puff before handing it back to you. As you take a drag your body starts to relax more, processing everything that happened.

Eddie left the van on while you smoked together so you could drown your thoughts in the music until you were ready.

“Alright, let’s get that milkshake,” Bunny looked back at you with a smile before opening the van door.

The diner was quaint and looked like any other. Still it was cozy enough. There was black and white chequered tile with bright red booths. The walls were lined with framed pictures of celebrities that likely never set foot near this town.

You sat down as the waitress took your order. You ordered your favourite flavour of milkshake and a basket of fries. Eddie and Bunny sat next to each other, while Eddie ordered a coke and a basket of fries Bunny got a vanilla milkshake with you.

“So,” Bunny spoke up after the waitress was out of earshot “what happened?”

“Well, maybe I misunderstood things,” you look down at your hands nervously “but I thought Steve liked me, you know? We’d call until late at night, he always spent time around my locker.”

“He made it seem that way,” Bunny reassured “you’re not in the wrong for thinking that.”

Her words did help you as you continued the story. “I saw him against the locker making out with Nancy as I was leaving class.”

Eddie rolled his eyes genuinely annoyed, “I told you I knew he was good for nothing.”

“-and then Billy saw the whole thing. I was starting to cry so he chased after me.” You hesitated before continuing, remembering how you melted into his kiss.

“He told me that what Steve did was wrong and he apologized for chasing me around and flirting with me.” You spoke and Eddie raised his eyebrows.

“Wow,” he shook his head. “I did not expect that from him.”

“We shouldn’t judge a book by its cover,” Bunny insisted.

“Right, but the first chapter ain’t looking so hot.” He replied “until now that is.”

“What happened next?” Bunny asked eagerly.

“Well,” you hesitated, looking out the window “we kissed- I kissed him.”

You expected Eddie and Bunny to wince, scold you or even laugh but they didn’t. Instead they listened intently to what you had to say, eyes soft with understanding.

“The plot thickens,” Eddie comments.

“Well, is he a good kisser?” You expected the question to come from Bunny but she was laughing while it was Eddie that asked.

You think back to his peach lips and then you nod reluctantly “well, uh, yeah.”

“Did he get to second base?” Bunny asked and Eddie sighed.

“Buns, you can’t ask the girl that!” He rolled his eyes but Bunny paid no mind.

“No- Ms. O’Donnell uh,” you blushed “caught us and told us to stop kissing in the hall. Not that it would’ve gotten that far-“

Eddie’s eyes widened “see Bunny! I told you she’s evil!”

“Your F in her class has nothing to do with this,” Bunny glared at him. “Besides, we have bigger problems here.”

“-and he told me he liked me.” Eddie looked from Bunny to you shocked as if watching a reality tv show unfold in front of his eyes. “Well, he told me he couldn’t stop thinking about me since he met me. He was serious about dating me.”

They both looked at you expectantly and you felt helpless suddenly.

“I just, I don’t know what to do.” You tapped your fingers against the dining table nervously.

“Well, do you love him?” He asked.

Before you could answer the waitress came back, placing down all of your drinks along with your basket of fries and Eddie’s burger. He immediately went to grab it, taking a large bite of it. You could tell he was still intrigued with the conversation though.

“I think it’s too soon to tell,” you admitted, “but of course I like him. Especially after today.”

“Did you kiss him just to get back at Steve?” Bunny asked, somehow she knew the right questions.

You thought for a moment before shaking your head, taking a deep sip of the sugary cold drink “No. Nobody was there to see. Except, uh, Ms. O’Donnell.” You scratch your head embarrassed. “I did it to see if there was anything between us.”

“Do you think he’s changed?” Eddie asked in between bites.

You shake your head dipping a fry into the shake “I don’t think he needed to, necessarily. Just be smacked on the head to get reminded and realise how he’s acting. I told him to stop bothering me a few days ago and he listened, until he saw me crying. After the kiss…” You trailed off looking down at your milkshake. “He really wants to talk to me about everything.”

Bunny looked to Eddie who shrugged before chugging some soda.

“If you like him, it wouldn’t hurt. If he treats you wrong, promise you’ll high tail it out of there?” She asked you intently.

You smile “I’ll be as quick as a Bunny.”

“Well, maybe not, I don’t run that fast.” Your laugh joined hers as it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders.

You now knew what you had to do; confess your feelings for Billy Hargrove.

You thanked your friends for their lovely company and insight. You went home feeling more confident now but wishing you had Billy's number to call. Instead you had to wait until school tomorrow to see him, which maybe was for the better so you could sleep on it.

You couldn’t sit still or sleep still so you headed to class earlier than normal. Even so, he was there waiting, leaning against the cool brick wall with a cigarette between his lips.

Despite your brain asking what the hell am I doing? Your heart convinced you it was the right choice as you approached.

“Y/n,” his voice was low as he held his free hand in his jean pocket “how are you feeling?”

You shrugged adjusting the strap of your backpack as you did “better, thanks."

His eyes met yours and it was then you noticed in the morning rays that his eyes were blue. How had you not realized that before? Normally they just seemed dark or clouded but now they were blue as the sky above your head.

“Listen, Billy... I’m not promising you anything,” you glared cautiously and he raised a brow, “but I’ll take you up on that date if you’re still offering.”

His white teeth glimmered as he smirked down at you “you won’t regret it.”

“I’d better not,” you folded your arms. “I’ll let you choose the place. Pick me up tonight at 6pm, my house.”

You told him your address and that was that. Still despite your threatening glare he seemed giddy like a child trying to hold down their excitement on Christmas Eve.

“You better put that thing out if you plan on kissing me again,” you smiled as you walked past him, almost immediately hearing the stomping of his foot putting the butt out.

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Summary: Eddie Munson went missing nearly ten years ago, living a a young Y/N to fend for herself. But sometimes, just sometimes, wrongs can get put right. T/W: Death, murder, angst. A/N: This is my version of a fixit fic. I hope you enjoy.

Hawkins, Indianna 1996.

You were standing at the ten year Hawkin’s high school reunion. It’s crazy how much everyone had changed over the last decade. So many of your friends had families now, children of their own, and careers you could’ve only dreamed for. They got out of this town. They got out and stayed out. They only came back to visit family and then they got to leave. Not you.

You never got over his death. You never got over the hurt and anger. How could he put himself in that position and leave you here all alone? Eddie was your everything. Everyone in town knew it and everyone in town shunned you after he was named a suspect. But that was ten years ago and no one remembered him now. They remembered Chrissy, Patrick, and Jason. But Eddie “The Freak” Munson was a name that the town kept hush-hush about.

You weren’t allowed to talk about him. You were shunned by your friends. The therapist told you that you just needed to move on – forget about him, that there would be other guys for you. As if you could just forget about the love of your life. As if you could forget the memories you shared. As if you could forget how good it felt to be loved by him. As if the ten year old boy at home didn’t remind you every day of him.

He never got to find out he had gotten you pregnant, that you gave birth to a son you named Ozzy that looked identical to him more and more every day. His long shaggy black hair and the same wide smile as his fathers. He was the spitting image of Eddie Munson.

You weren’t even sure what lead you to coming here tonight. It wasn’t as if you were going to bump into him. It was just a reminder of how hard your life had suffered. Classmates who were rich and successful, married, living happy lives. And you were still hung up on the guy who the town deemed a murderer ten years – a decade ago.

Tonight you’d hopefully change that. It was time to move on for your sanity. You deserved to be happy, too. Eddie would’ve wanted that. Tonight you were able to fully say your goodbyes to the man you loved and longed after for so many years.

You made your way out past the football field, through the overgrown brush, and back to where you had walked so many times before to meet him during lunch or your free period. So many conversations you had here. This was where your first kiss was the day that your ex boyfriend broke your heart. This was where he got you high for the first time. And your favorite memory - this was where he told you he loved you for the first time as well. So many memories in this small secluded spot that for three years belonged to just you and Eddie. No one else.

“Y/N” you heard his voice, like a ghost coming from the darkness of the surrounding trees. Tears filled your eyes. It wasn’t a new thing. You had heard him every once in awhile for the last ten years, especially when you missed him. In the dark nights, in the sunny warm mornings – when you were curled up with his vest he used to wear. You kept it in a bag to keep the scent of him on it, only bringing it out when the ache in your chest got too bad just to give yourself a reminder that he was real and he loved you – he existed no matter how many people wanted to forget about him.

“I miss you,” you said, voice quivering as you sat down at your picnic table, “I miss everything about you. This...this town has moved on...and for the most part, they’ve forgotten all about Chrissy and everyone else. Forgotten about you...but I can’t. I never could, Eds.”

“Y/N,” you heard his voice so clearly this time.

A small smile spread across your face as you remembered the way he used to playfully dance around to make you smile if you were having a bad day. He was the goofiest person you knew and he never failed to make you smile even on the worst of days.

“I miss your laugh,” you said, “And the way you smelled. I still miss those nights we’d spend on top of your trailer...two stupid kids, ya know? Getting high as shit. We’d get in trouble for being too loud all the time...we never listened.”

“Y/N, look at me.” His voice came again from behind you.

“You’re not real,” you whispered quietly, tears filling your eyes, “I’ve heard your voice so many times and every time I look, you’re not there. You haven’t been here for ten years, Eddie. I keep hearing your voice and seeing you in everything. You’re everywhere even still. I’ve gotta move on, Eds. I can’t live another ten years like this. My heart feels so empty every day that I don’t have you here. The hurt is the same every fucking day.”

A hand reached out and grabbed your arm gently, making you gasp. A hand – a warm hand with three silver rings: a cross with four skulls, a pig head, and a skull. They weren’t as crisp as they used to be, obviously a little worn down now. The voice had obviously never touched you. You turned around to see him – your Eddie standing there. Except he didn’t look the same.

His hair was cropped short and slicked back. He had facial hair now. He looked older and mature, almost as if he was a completely different person now. But you knew by those eyes – those big brown warm eyes, this was your Eddie.

“You’re not real, Eddie.” You said, voice trembling as you stared into those big brown eyes for the first time in a decade. You felt your knees almost give out from underneath you as you stumbled back and away from him,“You can’t be real. You – you died, Eddie.”

“No,” Eddie whispered, “It’s too complicated to talk about right now. I’m not even supposed to be here. I just...I knew you would be here. I knew you would be out here in our spot...well, I had a feeling at least. I’m staying in the hotel just out past route 8. Room 4. Will you meet me there?”

You stood there dumbfounded as tears streamed down your face. Panic rose in your throat as you struggled to breathe. Was this a joke? How could someone do this? Didn’t they know you loved this man with everything in you? And you never got over him?

“Eddie-” You were cut off by the sound of a few footsteps and laughter, a passing couple walking through the woods for whatever reason.

“Meet me there, okay? I can’t risk being seen.” His voice was frantic.

And just as soon as he was there touching you, he was gone again back into the vast darkness. Route 8 hotel, room 4. Route 8 hotel, room 4. Route 8 hotel, room 4. You must’ve repeated it a thousand times as you rushed back to your car, fumbling with the keys to unlock the door. There was a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach as you sped out of the schools parking lot, like this was a dream or a prank. But it couldn’t have been – no one could be this cruel, could they?

You knocked on the door, hands moving rapidly. There was no way this was real. This was just another delusion. But when the door opened, there he stood again. You rushed inside the door and wrapped your arms around him so tightly, sobs wrecking your body. He was real. You could touch him – you could see him and smell him. He was there in front of you for the first time in a decade.

“Oh my god,” you cried, pressing your face into his chest.

“I know, I know.” Eddie said, his hand cradling the back of your head as you sobbed, “I know. I’m so sorry.”

You leaned back from him, your reddened tear streaked face a sight for sore eyes as you shook your head in disbelief, “How, Eddie? Where were you? What hap-”

“Shh,” Eddie whispered, soothing your hair back from your wet cheeks, “I know you’ve got questions. But you have to calm down first, okay? You’re going to have an asthma attack.”

After all these years, he still remembered your horrible asthma. You couldn’t stop yourself as you stood up on your tip toes and kissed him. His hands came up to cup your face, tears of his own mixing with yours. He tasted exactly how you remembered – how you craved. Your thumbs stroked his cheeks, his beard tickling your fingers.

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered, unable to say anything else.

“I know,” he whispered, “Uncle Wayne told me you still come to visit him sometimes. I missed you so much, Y/N...I’ve wanted to contact you, tell you what happened to me-”

“Wayne knew?” Your eyes widened.

“Yeah.” Eddie whispered, “I had to swear him to secrecy. He hated having to lie to you as much as I did, princess.”

There it was. Princess. The word made you melt inside all over again, still having the same effect it did a decade ago.

You stepped back, holding him out at arms length to get a good look at him. He still looked the same except for his shorter hair and beard. He looked like the love of your life, just aged a few years. The beard looked great on him, and his short hair brought out his curls. He looked amazing.

“Can’t believe your eyes, huh?” He asked, smile lighting up his face the exact same way it used to.

“I can’t,” you smiled through your tears, “I really can’t, Eddie. You look….”

“Different?” He snorted, “Yeah...well...had to change to protect myself.”

“Where were you?”

He took a deep breath and nodded to the bed, “Wanna sit down while we talk?”

“I’m going to stand,” you said softly, letting go of his arms, “Keeps me preoccupied.”

“Understandable,” he nodded, but flopped down on the edge of the bed. He was quiet for a moment as he looked around the room and sighed softly, “Okay. Well. I guess...where do you want me to start?”

“From the beginning,” you nodded, “After...ya’know, Chrissy.”

He nodded and bounced his knee as he fiddled with the rings – just like he used to do when he got nervous.

“I didn’t murder her. And I didn’t murder anyone else. I wished they would’ve listened to me and relocated you-”

“Relocated me?”

“I’ve been living in a place called Lenora. It’s in California.” He sighed, “There was...there was no other way to go about it, though. If we suddenly both disappeared...they would’ve tried to pin another murder on me.” He looked up at you, “A new identity...a new name...new life. Alexander Simpson.”

He looked up at you as if he was waiting for another question, but when you were silent, he continued on:

“You know, I...begged them to let me bring you with me. But they said it was a safety risk. I’ve tried to contact you over the years but they always intercepted it. The risk is finally low enough now, ya know, it’s been ten years. Everyone’s sort of forgotten about it.”

“If you didn’t kill her – and I know you didn’t. I’m not saying that I believed what they said. I just...what actually happened, Eddie? I seen her body...how was that possible?”

He took a shaky breath in as he looked up at you, and then right past your head. His eyes held a painful look as he chewed on his bottom lip as if he was hesitant to speak about it. A hand came up to scrub over his tired face before he spoke.

“Hawkins isn’t safe, Y/N. Apparently, it’s never been a safe place. There’s an alternate reality...dimension, if you will, and these...monsters from the other realm...they can attack us. They can step through the barriers...and that’s what happened to Chrissy. And that’s what happened to Patrick. I don’t know how, or why or if it because I was near them when it happened and that fuckwad Jason...I got the blame. I know it sounds insane, princess. But there are people that can confirm. Even Henderson will tell you.”

“He said he watched you die,” you said, unshed tears welling up in your eyes, “He said he held you while you passed away and that they left your body in the woods because you didn’t want to be brought back.”

“I did get seriously hurt,” he nodded, “And I’ve got the scars to prove it. But Henderson was there when I got attacked-”

“Attacked?”

“Demobats,” he nodded, “Or that’s what the others called it.”

“What others?”

“Harrington, Nancy, Henderson, Robin…”

You felt your heart drop to your stomach. They knew. They all knew he was alive for these past years and they lied to you. People you considered friends, who helped you raise your son along the years – they knew. They fucking knew.

“Do you know...about him?” you asked, shifting your weight to your other foot.

“About who?”

“Ozzy.” You felt your stomach turn.

He was silent for a few minutes before he looked up at you and mumbled, “Osbourne?”

“No,” you laughed softly, “You...we have a son.”

The news seemed to shock him as he looked up at you with wide brown eyes. He was quiet, too stunned to speak or even move.

“A son?” He muttered a few moments later.

“Yeah,” you smiled, “He’s turning ten in a month. He’s – he’s quite the character. Just like you.”

“Jesus,” Eddie said, standing up from the bed, a hand clamped around his mouth, unshed tears in his eyes. “Is he...is he okay, Y/N? Is he safe?”

“He’s perfect,” you smiled, “He’s what kept me going all these years...when you died, I thought that was it for me. And then the morning sickness started. And before I knew it, he was here.”

He bent over, hands on his knees as he looked up at you, and you knew the thought that was running through his mind. ------- “When I finally graduate,” Eddie smirked – it was a inside joke between the two of you, as he walked out of his bedroom, “How cool would it be to get married and start popping out babies?”

“We’re still young to be having babies,” you laughed, legs resting on the arm of the couch, “I’d marry you tomorrow though.”

“You’d marry me tomorrow?” He smiled down at you as he walked closer.

“Edward Munson, I’d marry you in a heartbeat.” You said, watching as he got down on one knee – what the fuck was he doing?

He fished inside his back pocket and pulled out a small ring box, opening it to reveal a small and simple diamond ring.

“Tomorrow then, yeah?” He smirked, brown eyes smiling as much as his lips were. ------

“I still have it, you know? My ring.” You pulled the necklace out of your shirt, revealing the engagement ring dangling from your neck.

He walked over to you, picking the ring up from your chest as he stared down at you. You should’ve been mad, maybe, or devastated. But he was there in front of you, looking down at you with so much...love? In his eyes. It made you weak all over again.

He pressed his forehead against yours as he closed his eyes, letting the ring fall back to your chest. His hands came up to grasp either side of your face as if you were going to fade away. It was insane how much he felt the same – his presence calming and welcoming you.

“Come to Lenora with me,” he whispered, “I’ve already talked to Owens about it and he’s willing to help you move.”

“Eddie-” you sighed. You knew it was coming as soon as he looked at you that way.

“I know. It’s a lot to ask.” He sighed softly, “Especially with the kid – our kid. But I want to meet him and know him. I deserve to know him and I can’t do that here. I can’t move back to Hawkins. They’d have my head on a pike in a split second, you know that, Y/N.”

“I know,” you whispered.

“These portals are only going to keep happening,” Eddie said, “It’s safe in California. They can’t get to us there. It’s just here.”

“But Eddie-”

“But what, princess? I’ve kept tabs on you here. Harrington’s kept me updated with you. I know you’re not living the life here. I know about it all. I’ve got a good job and a good house back in Lenora. I can provide a good life for us there. I can give you everything we talked about back then.”

“I can’t just say yes, Eddie. I’ve got to think of Oz, too.” You sighed.

“What does he know about me?” Eddie’s voice cracked as he bit his bottom lip, “Does – does he think I’m dead or that I just left him? Does he think I’m a piece of shit like my dad was?”

“No,” you said, cupping his chin, “I’ve told him countless times that you would’ve loved to have known him. How good of a dad you’d be. I told him you were dead because that’s what I was lead to believe.”

“Can I meet him, Y/N? Please?...just – I don’t want him to hate me like I hated my dad, you know?”

“He doesn’t think that,” you said, fingers moving to gently wipe his tears away, “Let me talk to him first, okay? Prepare him...let him know you’re not really dead. I don’t want him to know about what you said-”

“Has he heard about the murders?”

“Yes,” you whispered, “He did. He knows. We lived through fuckin’ hell the first few years of his life, Eddie. They called him the son of the freak...ridiculed me for keeping him.”

Eddie sobbed at that – the sound leaving his pinched lips, “You can’t raise him here, Y/N. He doesn’t deserve that.”

“I’ve got to go pick him up in a few minutes,” you said as you noticed the time, “But...is there a way that you could come by the house tomorrow? You can sneak in the back door. I still live in my moms old house but it’s just the two of us now.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, sniffling as he wiped his eyes, “Definitely. I’ll get to meet him, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you gave him a small smile, “Please...don’t just disappear again, Eddie. I don’t want to get his hopes up, okay?”

“I’ll be there,” he nodded, “I swear to you.”

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The next morning, you were awake bright and early in the kitchen. As if it was some built in clock, you heard the slow footsteps of your son descending the stairs. He rounded the corner, revealing his wild black bed hair as he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

“Morning, bud.” You said, watching as he slung his blanket up and over his shoulders.

“Morning, mom.” he yawned, “You’re cooking breakfast this early?”

You looked down at the pancakes on the plate in front of him and nodded, “Yeah...I’ve got something important to talk to you about.”

“Okay,” Ozzy mumbled, “...is everything okay?”

“Well...that depends,” you said as you poured syrup on his plate, “You remember what I told you about your dad?”

Ozzy looked up at you with one eye as he rubbed his other free of the grittiness of sleep, “Um...yeah. That he was killed because they thought he was a murderer.”

“Well…” you sighed, “Okay. I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to say it. He’s alive, Ozzy. And I seen him last night for the first time in ten years and he wants to meet you.”

Ozzy stared at you for a few minutes as it registered in his brain what you were saying. He went quiet as he looked down at his plate and then back up at you with tear filled eyes, “He...left us, mama?”

“It’s a long story, Oz.” You sighed softly, “But he was sort of put into something called witness protection due to what everyone said about him. It wasn’t his choice, bub. He didn’t want to leave us.”

“Does he know about me, mama?”

“He does,” you said as you walked over to him and sat beside of him, “And just like I said he would be, he’s so excited to meet you. I got to tell him last night. And if you’re okay with it...he’s going to be coming over in a little bit. But you can’t tell anybody about this just yet, okay? So if you see any of your friends, you can’t mention it.”

“Where does he live?”

“A place called Lenora...it’s out in California.” You said, thumb wiping his tears away from his small cheek. His bottom lip quivered as you pulled him into your lap and hugged him to you, “Hey...it’s okay. It’s okay, Oz.”

There was a knock on the back door and you knew who it was. Ozzy seemed to get the same feeling as he sat up and climbed out of your lap.

“That’s him, isn’t it?” Ozzy looked up at you, “That’s – that’s my – that’s Eddie?”

“Yeah,” you said softly, “It is.”

He wiped his face as he watched you stand up and walk over to the door, opening for Eddie to step inside. Except he wasn’t alone. There was a old gray headed man standing behind him and before he could walk in, you stopped him.

“Who is that?” you pointed at the strange man.

“It’s okay,” Eddie nodded, “It’s Owens. The guy I was telling you about who could help. He’s safe.”

You stared at him for a moment, your fierce protective instincts kicking in as you blocked them from entering your home.

“Y/N,” Eddie said as he gently grasped your arms, “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or bring anyone near you like that. Owen’s is safe. He’s the one who helped me.”

“Here’s my badge,” the old man said, showing you his I.D and his waist to prove he had no weapons, “I’m here to help.”

You took a deep breath and nodded, stepping to the side to allow the two men into your home. You lead them into the kitchen where Ozzy was standing bashfully behind the kitchen counter, peeking out at the strangers. It was nearly like watching a two way mirror. You knew he resembled his father, but seeing them both in the same room made you realize just how similar they truly were.

Eddie walked a bit closer and squatted down to his level and to the surprise of both of you, Ozzy ran to him and wrapped his little arms tightly around his neck. His cries filled the room as Eddie hugged him tightly, his tiny body overcome with so many emotions that his knees buckled and he collapsed against Eddie.

You squatted down beside of them, your hand gently scratching Ozzy’s scalp to try and calm him down. Eddie looked over at you, a look of complete and utter shock and...happiness on his face.

“It’s okay, Ozzy.” You said as you kissed the side of his face, “I know it’s wild, huh?”

“Totally wild,” he hiccuped as he leaned back and wiped his nose on a napkin you handed him.

They both took a minute to study each other before Ozzy spoke.

“You’ve got my face,” he said, small hand patting Eddie’s cheek.

“Nah, man. You’ve got my face.” Eddie smiled despite his tears, “I’m so happy to meet you.”

“Ar – are you here for good?” Ozzy’s voice cracked as he struggled to maintain eye contact with his father, “Or are you going to leave again?”

“Well...I can’t stay here. This town doesn’t like me very much,” Eddie said as he wiped away his sons tears.

“They don’t like me very much either,” Ozzy cried, “The kids...they’re mean to me. I’ve only got a few friends and we play DnD together when mama let’s me-”

“No way,” Eddie said, a small smile forming on his face, “What’s your role?”

“Dungeon master, just like you.” Ozzy said as he pulled his long hair over his mouth, getting bashful all of a sudden, “I’ve even got your binders and your screen...use it in every campaign...but you can have them back.”

“You keep them,” Eddie said with a soft smile, “They’re in good hands, I hope?”

“Mom says I’m the best,” Ozzy smiled over at you, “Ain’t I?”

“You are,” you smiled softly, “You definitely are.”

Eddie looked at you as if to silently ask permission. You knew what he as going to ask and you nodded softly. You hadn’t slept a wink all night thinking about finally escaping this hellhole of a town. And now was your perfect chance, but only if Ozzy agreed.

“Hey, can I ask you something really important?” Eddie asked softly, cupping Ozzy’s small chin in his hand.

“Okay,” he nodded.

“What do you say about leaving here and coming to live with me? It’ll be me, you, and mama.” Eddie said as he fully sat down on the ground now.

“Are the people nice there?” Ozzy whispered, brown eyes searching his fathers face, “Do...do they know about the murders?”

“No,” Eddie shook his head, “And they’re pretty cool people. No one will be mean to you...no one will know anything about the accusations. It’s a fresh start, yeah?”

Ozzy looked between the two of you and the strange man standing behind you. You wondered what was going through his mind as he thought about it for a few minutes.

“Can I bring my guitar?” Ozzy looked sheepishly up at Eddie.

“Dude – you can so bring that guitar.” Eddie smiled, “I’ll even let you play mine-”

“I do have yours,” Ozzy spoke up, “Mama said you called her sweetheart…”

It sounded as if all the wind had been knocked out of Eddie’s body as he bit back a sob. Your hand came up and slowly rubbed his back to comfort him as he stared at his son in disbelief.

“You have my guitar, too?” Eddie asked, voice cracking with emotion.

“Yeah. I’m not very good at it, but I like to practice.” Ozzy said proudly, “I can play some Iron Maiden songs so far. I’m gonna go get it.”

You two watched as Ozzy walked quickly out of the kitchen, his feet padding up the steps quickly. Eddie turned to you and smiled softly, “You raise a kick ass kid, Y/N.”

“An exact copy of you,” you said softly, happy tears filling your eyes.

#Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x reader #Stranger things #Stranger things fanfic #thefreakymunson #fixit fic #Original Fic

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Morningstar

Pairing: vampire!Eddie Munson x femreader

Rating: E

Words: 6.4k

Warnings: smoking, blood, blood drinking, anxiety, negative self talk, smut (rough, oral - f receiving, semi public), violence.

A/N: again, working together is some weird goth symbiosis fever dream and i don't think we could have brought these two to life without each other. beta'd by @jadore-andor who talks Alex off the ledge regularly and does her best to wade through the horny weirdness we throw at her.

alex masterlist | emma masterlist| ao3

Part One | Part Two - How the Gods Kill | Part Three

You stretched luxuriously, loose-limbed and content in the gray predawn. Whatever dream you had been having must have been a good one; you felt flushed, tingling with some half-remembered pleasure. The comforter was warm, a welcome weight on your legs, though your upper body felt strangely chilled. You cracked an eyelid to see your t-shirt pushed up over your tits. Your nipples were peaked and at first you assumed it was simply because they were exposed but when you brushed an experimental finger over a rounded bud, it came away wet.

“Eddie,” you murmured, a sleepy grin stealing over your features.

It had been a week since you’d first brought him home from the woods. While Eddie was still hazy on the details of what had happened to him, he had told you about everything else: the hidden world beneath Hawkins, the truth about the deaths the town was still attempting to blame him for, the way he had fought and, ultimately, died to protect those same small-minded people. He told you about his friends and you didn't miss the way his eyes went glassy at the mention of Dustin Henderson, of dying in his arms.

You’d done your best to convince him to reach out to the people he loved to let them know he was alive.

“You’re a hero, Eddie. They’ll be too happy to see you to care about the rest of it.”

“You mean the whole me coming back as an undead freak? That rest of it?”

“You’re still you.”

“Yeah. Maybe.”

He’d changed the subject then, a haunted look in his eyes. You sighed and kissed him, let him steer the conversation back towards your taste in music and what your life had been like after surviving high school. When he’d asked about college, you were the one to change the subject, tugging gently on his hair in the way you knew he liked and sliding into his lap. Both of you happily lost yourselves in each other’s arms as a Violent Femmes bootleg fuzzed and crackled in the background.

This wasn’t the first time he’d woken you up like this since then, but each morning he coaxed you awake with gentle fingers and his generous mouth managed to take you blissfully by surprise.

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” The husked, gently mocking voice emanated from between your thighs. Eddie was sprawled there, a lazy smirk on his face and a playful look in his large brown eyes.

“You know, in some versions of that story, Sleeping Beauty is called Briar.” You spread your legs wider, your fingers already winding themselves in Eddie’s thick, shaggy hair. “You gonna save me from a dragon, Munson?”

He snorted and nipped teasingly at your thigh. “As if you couldn’t tame the dragon yourself.”

You smiled, pleased at being so known. “Maybe, but I wouldn’t mind you coming to rescue me, either.”

Eddie smiled at that, lips curving against silky skin before he soothed the nip with a kiss. “I’ll leave the rescuing to you. You’re better at it than I am.”

You opened your mouth to protest but then Eddie’s mouth was on you and the rest of the world slid away. He ate you slowly, lazily, not rushing or feeding, just dragging his tongue through your silky folds and suckling your clit until his face was wet with you.

“Taste so good,” he hummed, barely lifting his lips from your soaked cunt so his words rumbled against you. He pushed two thick fingers inside, smirking when you bucked your hips and ground down on his hand, already desperate for more. He indulged you, curling those clever guitarist’s fingers to drag against that sweet spot that made you moan. “Look so pretty, all mussed and sprawled out for me. You gonna come for me, Briar?”

You could barely speak, too full of him, too eager to feel him fucking you with his fingers and tongue. But you knew he wouldn’t let you off the hook until you squirmed a little.

“Eddie,” you mewled. Your voice was a broken, ragged thing, catching in your throat with a whine as you clutched at his hair. “Please, I’m so close. Make me come, Eddie, please please please. You’re so good at it.”

He chuckled. “Flattery works with me.” Without another word he buried his face in your slick pussy, kissing, licking and sucking while his fingers worked inside you, beckoning and insisting. Sweet tension built within you, your need for him a tightening coil in your belly. Your legs trembled and your back arched off the mattress, but Eddie held you firm, his hands wrapped around your thighs and his rings biting into your flesh. You leaned into his touch, eager for him to consume you.

“Tha’s it,” he slurred. “Come for me. I wanna feel it.”

Your release slammed into you. You weren’t even sure what you cried out in the end - Eddie’s name, garbled praise or pleas, or simply a wordless scream of pleasure. Whatever it was, you swam back to awareness as Eddie kissed his way slowly up your body.

“C’mere.” You dragged him up to your mouth for a grateful, filthy kiss, sucking the taste of yourself from his tongue - before pushing him back against the mattress and returning the favor.

—

The light closing of the door upstairs had Eddie sitting up in bed with a start, his breath catching as the blanket fell away from his bare chest. The right side of the bed was empty, still warm from where Briar had slept, and a note was left on the pillow.

Ran out for supplies. Apparently I can’t survive on sex and coffee alone. Who knew?

You looked too sweet to wake up.

Take care of Jonathan, I’ll be home soon.

Stay out of trouble!

XO - B

Home. It sounded nice, right?

He groaned, stretched, and eyed the weak stream of sunlight that still filtered through the curtains. Flipping on the lamp on the bedside table, Eddie glanced around the room. Jonathan jumped on the bed on silent paws, stomping all over Eddie’s lap and rubbing his head against his stomach.

“You’re about as needy as your mom, man,” he mumbled, scratching the little black cat's head. Jonathan just looked up at him with wide eyes and headbutted him square in the gut in obvious revenge for the needy comment. “Briar sure knows how to pick her strays, huh?”

Eddie pushed out of bed and toward the dresser, opening the second drawer and grabbing the first shirt he saw. He tugged the worn fabric over his head, looking down at the faded Cocteau Twins logo that stretched across the front. Of course Briar had cut it into a crop top, the hem laying just above his belly button. Whatever, it wasn’t like anyone was going to see him anyway. The farthest he’d been away from this basement, her little weird chick oasis, in the past few weeks had been to the backyard. Everything had been so crisp through his new eyes, the stars blooming brightly into tiny explosions in the night sky, the sounds of bugs and frogs in the creek beyond her house as loud as any concert. It had been disconcerting, almost overwhelming. But then she had pulled him over to the porch swing, straddled his lap, and placed her hands over his ears to mute the sound. In that moment she became his world, everything narrowing to the color of her eyes, the way the moon shone across her hair, the feel of her skin on his.

Pulling his hair up into a messy knot, he headed to the bathroom and took care of business. When he returned the sun had descended beyond the horizon, and he yanked the curtains open, watching the last rays of twilight pink bleed into the dark blue of night. His fingers curled around the Metallica tape that she had bought in hopes that he would find comfort in the familiar, and stuck it in the stereo. "Ride the Lightning" blasted from the speakers and Jonathan wound around his ankles. Eddie bent down and scooped the cat up by the belly, placing him on the high sill of the basement window.

“Come on, Barker, let's get a glimpse of the outside world,” he mouthed around the cigarette he’d dug out of the pack he kept in the bedside table drawer. Lighting a stick of incense and cracking the window, he sparked it, smoke blowing out in the yard beyond. Jonathan chirped at the bugs and the bats, his little chitters drawing a chuckle from Eddie’s mouth.

Five minutes turned into ten and then twenty and Eddie smashed the butt of his second cigarette, dropping it into the Coke can he’d set outside the window. “Okay, dude, make sure no invaders cross the threshold.” Jonathan just looked at him with bright eyes and a soft mrrrp before turning to look back at the yard.

Pushing to his feet, Eddie moved toward the bookshelf by the closet, running a finger over the cracked and worn spines. He loved how much she loved the worlds she fell into, loved to watch her read and lose herself in whatever story was currently keeping her up at night - or during the day, since she’d taken to matching their sleep schedules. He had just reached for her copy of "The Hobbit" when something caught his eye. A black hard case sat to the side of the shelf and he couldn’t believe that he hadn’t noticed it before. Grabbing it, he crossed the room and flopped on the bed, throwing open the lid to reveal a well cared for acoustic guitar. It was an old Gibson Hummingbird, obviously secondhand, but there were no signs of recent use.

He did a happy little fist bump, exclaiming a muffled 'hell yeah’, before shutting off the stereo and pulling the instrument from its case. After tuning it, he strummed a few times thoughtfully before settling on a familiar rhythm that used to play through the trailer on Sunday mornings when Wayne was home, a rhythm that now felt so much more important since he'd met her. After clearing what felt like cobwebs from his throat, he sang softly.

"Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night

And wouldn't you love to love her?

Takes to the sky like a bird in flight

And who will be her lover?"

Jonathan jumped from the window, galloping over to hop up onto the bed beside Eddie and rub his little head against his bare knee. Eddie glanced down and made a face at the creature, scrunching his nose.

"All your life you've never seen a woman

Taken by the wind

Would you stay if she promised you heaven?

Will you ever win?"

Eddie dropped onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. He had missed playing. He had missed having something that he was good at, something he was comfortable with. He couldn’t remember the last time his mind had been this quiet, save for the times that he was inside her, wrapped around her. It had been weeks since he’d been able to shut out the near constant background noise that seemed to plague him during his waking hours. But the easy fingerpicking had it all fading away, just the strings and the rasp of his voice at the forefront.

"She is like a cat in the dark

And then she is the darkness

She rules her life like a fine skylark

And when the sky is starless

Once in a million years a lady like her rises

Oh no, Rhiannon, you cry, but she's gone

Your life knows no answer, your life knows no answer"

He didn’t hear the front door close, didn’t register the sound of her bare feet on the stairs that led down to the apartment.

"All your life you've never seen

A woman taken by the wind

Would you stay if she promised you heaven?

Will you ever win?

Rhiannon"

The bed dipped under her weight and Eddie started upright, nearly throwing the guitar. But she was smiling wide, her eyes sparkling as he watched him, and he couldn’t help but kiss her. Setting the guitar aside, he cradled her face in his hands and nipped at her bottom lip. Her hands came to rest over his and she leaned into him, deepening the kiss and sighing into his mouth. He groaned at the small sound, pulling her into his lap.

Nothing had ever been as sweet as Briar, his knight in shining armor.

—

“Where did you learn how to play?” The question pulled Eddie’s lips from yours as he gazed curiously down at you. He’d begged and pleaded and doe-eyed his way into you giving him a faltering rendition of “Bad Moon Rising,” after which he’d carefully set the guitar aside and kissed you breathless.

“College.” You shrugged, more interested in losing yourself in that kiss than talking about your time away.

Instead of leaning in, Eddie rocked back, a complicated look on his face. “Spring break should have ended already?”

“I guess?” Wherever this conversation was headed suddenly seemed a lot less fun and you shifted in his arms.

Eddie nodded slowly and pulled away, the sudden absence of his weight disconcerting. He moved to sit on the edge of your bed, his shoulders rounded and his head ducked. “So what happens now?”

“What do you mean?” You knew damn well what he meant and the hurt and irritation that flashed in his eyes told you Eddie did, too.

“You can’t hide me under your dorm bed, Briar.”

His tone stung and your defenses snapped sharply into place. “Then I guess it’s lucky for you I’m not going back.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide, his hands raising in surrender. “Woah, hang on -“

You were already up and off the bed by the time he reached for you, too agitated to keep laying there. You needed to move. You crossed the room and picked idly at the boxes containing the remnants of your college life. Hastily rolled up posters still stained with blue tack were jumbled together with notebooks, pens, and the little figurines and tumbled crystals you’d used to decorate your desk.

'Might as well put them away now that you’re not going anywhere,' you thought bitterly.

“You can’t stay here because of me.”

“This isn’t because of you.”

“Bullshit. I won’t let you throw your life away for me. I’ll figure something out, leave town - “

You slammed a half-read psychology textbook down and rounded on him. “This isn’t about you, Eddie,” you hissed. Anger surged through you. Good. Better that than giving into the yawning pit of terror that kept you up at night. All those voices in your head whispering that you had failed, that you were nothing special, that maybe the only place you belonged was in this awful little town you couldn’t wait to flee.

Eddie blinked, finally registered the look on your face, and softened. “Did something… happen?”

Your throat burned. Fuck. Anything but this. You don’t want softness right now - you wanted to stay mad, keep fighting, anything other than letting the rest of your walls come crashing down. Even if it was to let Eddie in.

“Nothing happened,” you said, your voice tight. That was the problem, wasn’t it? You’d built college up into this nirvana, your own happy ending, telling yourself all through high school that all you needed to do was survive, get out, find your people. They would be waiting for you there - the other freaks and weirdos, the nerds, the music geeks and the theater kids. They’d be waiting to welcome you with open arms.

Wouldn’t they?

“I thought it would be different there. I thought I would be different there. And, yeah, fine, it was a little better than high school. Some of the classes were cool. There was more freedom. But it’s like everyone went to some mixer before I even got there and all the little cliques were just… full. No one needed me.” No one wanted you, that nasty voice whispered in your ear.

You paced, your hands bunched into fists by your side as you exhaled harshly. The feelings all came back, the anxiety and overwhelming notion of simply not being enough threatening to pull you under again.

“I just…I couldn’t be there anymore. Not for a single moment more,” you said quietly, dropping to sit on the edge of the bed and pick at a loose thread in the comforter. “It was too much and I just wasn’t enough.” Tears pricked at your eyes and you did your best to blink them away, staring intently at your chipped nail polish.

But then Eddie stood in front of you, looming over you as his hands came to cradle your jaw and tilt your face up to his. “You don’t need a degree to make you enough, or anyone else's opinion. It’s all bullshit in the end.” His thumbs brushed your cheeks sweetly and you swallowed back the lump of shame that burned in your throat. “You're more than enough, Briar. You're everything.”

When you met his eyes there was reverence there, shining back at you. “It was just so much easier when it didn’t feel so important, so lasting. College was my ticket out of Hawkins, and now here I am, back in my parents basement in the town I couldn’t wait to get away from.”

“That sounds like a pretty familiar story,” he said with a grin, settling his knees on either side of your thighs to straddle you. "86 was supposed to be my year," he said with a sad smile. Your hands found his hips, your fingers digging into the flesh there, your thumbs notching against the dip of bone and using his body as an anchor.

"Make me forget," you whispered against his mouth. "Let's both just forget."

He groaned, leaning forward and pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. You sucked gently on his tongue before sweeping yours into his mouth and against the razor sharp point of his canine. Blood bloomed metallic and hot in your mouth and Eddie’s moan had you rolling your hips beneath him, luxuriating in the way he grew hard against your belly. He released his hold on your hair and his fingers found the hem of your t-shirt, dragging it over your head to throw it behind him.

His eyes rolled back when he found you bare beneath the thin fabric. “Fucking hell, sweetheart. You’re going to be the death of me.” You raised a brow at that, fighting back a smirk. Rolling his eyes, he reached forward and brushed his thumbs over your peaked nipples, catching your lips in another mind searing kiss. He reached over his head and pulled off his stolen shirt before he pressed you back into the pillows, dropping his weight on top of you and scraping his teeth gently over your neck, your collarbone, the swell of your breast. You clung to him, your fingers digging into the notches of his spine. One hand skated down your belly, expert fingers parting your folds and playing at your clit. He worked you open with two fingers, stretching you as your back bowed off the mattress and your cunt clenched around him, pulling him deeper. His breath was cool against your cheek, his voice soft in your ear as he murmured, “I need to be inside you.”

You couldn’t do anything but moan, shoving at the waistband of his boxers and helping him to wriggle out of them. Without warning, he pushed inside of you, swallowing your groan and kissing you senseless. His thrusts were slow, deep, and even as he stretched you open. You weren’t sure you would ever get used to how full he made you feel, how your body had to adjust and mold around him. He rose up to his knees, resting his hands on your thighs and spreading them further, watching intently as he slid inside you only to return wet and glistening.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his fangs catching on his lip. “You’re beautiful. Fucking perfect.”

You reached forward, tangling your fingers with his, and he brought your hand up to his mouth. His teeth scraped over the thin skin of your wrist and your back arched at the shock of pain you had come to anticipate, to enjoy. He sank his fangs in and you moaned, low and long, dropping your knees further apart. The dreamy haze that accompanied the feed settled over you and existence narrowed to the feeling of Eddie inside you, so thick and deep you thought you would break apart around him. But it wasn't enough.

You wriggled your hips beneath him, hissing when he broke away from your wrist. "What, baby?" He murmured, watching you from hooded eyes. You hooked an ankle around his waist and twisted, knocking him off balance. He dropped to the mattress and you scrambled on top of him.

"My turn, Munson."

Eddie's hands found your waist, his fingers flexing hard as you slid down his length. Your name fell from his lips as his head dropped back, the tendons in his neck prominent and his grip now bruising. "Jesus Christ," he muttered.

"No, just me," you teased, breathless as you rolled your hips and took him fully. You trailed your hands up your belly and between your breasts, leaving behind a red smear of your blood. Something snapped in Eddie then, something primal and ancient and terrifying. He sat up quickly, licking at the blood that was left behind from the wound on your wrist. His hand found your hair and he tugged hard, exposing your throat. You yelped in surprise but kept up your pace, held in check by the hand that now pressed at the small of your back.

"I think you were made for me, Briar," he groaned, his voice jagged as he scraped his fangs over your collarbone. More blood welled and he lapped at you with a greedy tongue, the rings digging into your back cold and grounding as he thrust up into you. A cry punched from your throat and you nearly went limp in his arms. His teeth sank into your neck and you whimpered, holding on tight, nails digging half moons in the pale flesh. "Say it," he growled. "Tell me you were made for me."

You moaned again as he snaked a hand between your bodies to rub quick circles against your clit. Stars began to burst behind your eyes. "Made for you…I was made for you, Eddie." His fingers sped up and you broke apart around him, clenching and pulling him deeper, crying his name. "Please."

He rolled you, dropping you back against the pillows. "Look at you," he growled. "Such a wreck." His thrusts slowed and he broke away from you, stroking his cock roughly and coming in thick ropes across your belly, the white of his cum mixing with the red of your blood. Trembling fingers swirled through the sticky mess as you fought to calm your racing heart.

Minutes ticked by and Eddie reached over to the side table, yanking tissues from the box and swiping them gently over the skin of your stomach.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, his eyes scanning the marks that were now scattered over your body, bruises and broken skin in the shape of his mouth.

You reached up, trailing your fingertips over his jaw. "I'm not." Your voice was raw, stuck in your throat. "Come here." Shifting, you curled yourself around him, letting him cool you down and ease your breathing. "I have a pretty good idea of what I've gotten into with you, Eddie. I'm not afraid of you. I wasn't afraid in the woods, and I'm not now. I liked it."

He nodded, his chin dragging over the crown of your head. "Let me take care of you." His voice was soft, a little unsure, as he rolled you to your back. His lips were cool, pressing soft kisses to each mark he'd left behind, his fingers ghosting over the imprints of his teeth.

After a few quiet moments, he pushed out of bed, helping ease you to your feet. His eyes again darted over your body, taking an inventory. Suddenly, a grin pulled at his lips and he had you in his arms, tossing you over his shoulder and testing his new found strength. You squealed, pinching the meat of his ass.

"Eddie Munson, you put me down right now!" You shrieked.

"Or what, Briar?" He crossed the room in a few long strides, clearly headed for the shower.

"I'll bite you!"

"Do your worst."

—

“Eddie, wake up.” You’d tried to wait for him to wake on his own, really you had, but the sun had set ages ago. Eddie slept through you slipping out of bed, dressing in your favorite black lace dress, even sneaking out on a brief mission. He’d even slept through you “accidentally” banging around the hot plate as you made yourself tea. As adorable as he looked with his hair a dark cloud on the pillow and his face relaxed in rest, you were done waiting. When he didn’t respond to you calling his name again, you dragged your nails lightly along his side. A soft, questioning moan hummed in his throat as he shifted towards you, a smile tugging at his mouth as he laid his head against your lap and nuzzled your thigh.

“Hey, baby,” he mumbled. “‘s too early, come back to bed.”

“Come on, get up! I want to show you something.”

Eddie huffed out a breath, but when he saw the way you were practically bouncing on your heels, he eased out of bed with a stretch. The movement exposed even more of his bare midriff beneath his crop top and for a moment you were tempted to tackle him right back into the tangled sheets. He caught your expression and winked. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

After a slight delay (“Jesus, Eddie, you spend more time on your hair than I do”), the two of you were outside. The air was soft with spring, fresh with recent rain and green things breathing in the dark. Eddie looked expectantly around the yard, but you just took his hand and dragged him towards the treeline. You led him over a thin, familiar track, around the fallen logs and craggy rocks that had formed the landscape of your childhood fantasies, telling him the stories you’d made up about them along the way.

You turned a corner in the path and Eddie stilled beside you. He was seeing the same thing you were - a clearing ringed by candlelight, a slightly shabby patchwork quilt spread carefully over the ground, littered with throw pillows. A picnic basket stood amidst the sprawling roots of a nearby tree, cleverly concealed and packed with wine and snacks.

“You did all this? For me?”

“I figured we could both use a break from the basement. Get a little fresh air, maybe. Is this… okay?” You remembered how on edge he’d been that night in your backyard. “If it’s not, it’s fine, we can just - “

He stopped your mouth with a kiss, his fingers curled beneath your jaw. “It’s perfect.”

Something in his voice told you he wasn’t just talking about the moonlit surprise and sent a pleased thrill running up your spine. “Yeah?”

Yeah, Briar.” Eddie’s voice went thick, though his eyes never left yours. “Perfect.”

His lips brushed moth wing soft againsts yours and he pulled you down with him onto the worn quilt. You decided the wine could wait. Eddie kissed you beneath the stars, holding you carefully as if you were some delicate thing that would snap or flee beneath his touch. He tensed when a twig snapped somewhere beyond the glow cast by glass-jarred candles, but you cupped his cheek and said “It was probably just a deer." You brushed the hair from his eyes. "Then again, this is a picnic, if you want something to eat…?”

Eddie’s gaze snapped back to yours, the distraction already forgotten. “Well, if you’re offering.” The look he gave you was downright gleeful. He threw himself flat on his back and hauled you up to straddle his face in one smooth motion while you giggled and fought to steady yourself.

“That wasn’t what I meant!” His breath fanned against your bare thigh as his head vanished beneath your skirt. Warmth kindled low in your belly and you couldn’t help but spread your legs wider. For balance, you told yourself.

“Oh, so you don’t want me to eat you out until you can’t hold yourself up anymore?” His voice was muffled beneath the fabric.

“Hmm.” You pretended to give the question serious consideration. “Well, if you’re offering.”

“I’m definitely offering.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as his fingers pulled your panties to the side, his nose brushing feather light against your slit. He hummed, the sound closer to a growl, and licked a stripe up your center with a flat tongue. One hand tangled in the hair at the crown of his head, holding yourself steady as he spread you open, sucking your clit into his mouth.

“Christ, Eddie,” you groaned, barely resisting the urge to grind down against his face.

You felt a jerk against your hip that had you lurching forward, and then watched as a ringed hand flung the scrap of your underwear from under your skirt. Before you could laugh about it, two thick fingers pressed inside of you, curling forward and making you see stars. He laved wet kisses along your thigh and you felt the drag of his teeth just before they pierced the thin skin. You hissed, throwing your head back, unable to hold back the rough moan that clawed its way from your throat. Eddie slid his thumb over your clit, rubbing easy circles and pushing you closer and closer toward that edge.

That now familiar hypnotic pull from his mouth had you feeling everything all at once, and you couldn’t help but roll your hips, flexing your fingers in his hair. He groaned against your skin, the sound vibrating through you and your orgasm hit without warning, dragging you under deeper and deeper, heavy like melting honey and just as sweet.

Eddie pulled away from you with a sucking sound and you felt the warm trickle of your blood wind down your leg. His tongue followed the trail, rasping against your skin. Steadying hands found your waist and he helped you to sit beside him, smirking at the dazed smile that pulled at your mouth. He reached into the picnic basket, pulling out a tupperware you’d filled with fruit. When he found a slice of honeydew that met his apparently strict standards, he held it out to you, brushing your lips with his fingertips.

You leaned closer, pressing your mouth to his. “That was just the appetizer, right?” Your wandering hands skated under his shirt, dancing over the peaks and valleys of his abdomen and dipping lower toward his belt.

“Whatever you want, baby.” You felt his smile grow wider before he nuzzled his nose over your jaw.

Another twig snapped, closer this time. The crunching of leaves beneath heavy feet had Eddie pulling away roughly. More quickly than you could follow, he was sitting up and shoving you behind him, one strong arm held in front of your chest to keep you back.

“Eddie, what…” You were cut off by footsteps, loud and jarring in the otherwise quiet woods. A boy with a familiar face stepped from between the trees, a baseball bat leaning casually against his shoulder, a nasty smirk spread across his face.

“Well, well, well,” he started with a sneer. “What do we have here, boys?” A few other young men you recognized from town stood a few paces behind him, their eyes wide and their knuckles tight on weapons grabbed from garages and closets. Candlelight flickered over more baseball bats, golf clubs, even a few shotguns. Hatred twisted their familiar features into ghoulish mockeries of people you had grown up with, people you thought you knew. "I knew that was you, freak. Hiding out in the woods now? Like some animal?"

Your eyes narrowed at the ringleader, a boy you had taken a few classes with the year prior. “Chance, what are you doing?”

“Cut the shit,” he snarled, his cold eyes landing on you. “Don’t act like you have no idea what this freak did to Chrissy and Patrick.”

“Eddie didn’t do anything to anyone.” You got to your knees, pressing forward against the bar of Eddie’s arm. Anger burned hot in your gut, slowly replacing your earlier fear. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“What I know is that we stumbled on a monster in the woods with his whore. Is that what you are now? Eddie Munson’s whore?” Chance was sneering, the light from the candles casting shadows over his face, turning him into something from a nightmare. “You’ve always been a nice girl, even if you are a little weird. Just come on with us and you won’t have to watch.”

“I have no idea what you think you know, Chance, but whatever it is, it’s not true. You don’t understand.” You tried to keep your voice even but you were growing desperate, *needing* them to understand, to back off. “He’s not what you think. Eddie didn't do anything.”

“Briar, don’t. Just run.” Eddie turned to you, his eyes wild. He’d growled low in his throat when Chance insulted you but now his voice is soft, pleading with you to leave him behind and stay out of trouble. As if he still doesn’t think he’s worth that trouble after everything. As if he isn’t worth a hundred of the cowards ready to tear him down. You squeezed his hand and shrugged out of his hold. You knew these people, maybe you could make them stop and just listen.

They didn’t give you the chance.

The instant you stepped from Eddie’s side, they lunged. You gouged rough furrows in the dirt as they hauled you kicking and screaming across the clearing. Their hands were rough on your shoulders, their ears deaf to your protests as you thrashed against their hold. The small crowd cheered, buoyed by the thought that they’d saved you despite your frantic efforts to get free of them.

“Briar!” Eddie only managed a step towards you before three men tackled him, armed with what looked like winter tire chains. He barely seemed to notice, too desperate to get to you. When one of the men holding you grew impatient with your struggling and slammed you against a tree, Eddie’s control snapped.

“Let. Her. Go.” His bestial growl, so different from any sound you’d heard from him before, turned all heads towards him. But it was the way he tossed those boys off him like they weighed nothing, the black ringing his irises and the moonlight glinting off his bared fangs that shocked them into silence.

You actually felt your blood run cold at the sight. They were already riled to the edge of stupidity, but this “proof” of Eddie’s monstrosity would only cement their righteous fury.

They’d kill him.

You wouldn’t let them.

With all their focus pulled to him, you twisted out of your captor’s grasp, slamming a boot heel into the joint of his ankle, and sprinted toward Eddie. At the same instant, Chance raised his fist. You flung yourself between them and the blow fell against your back instead.

You barely registered it, too relieved to feel Eddie’s leather jacket beneath your fingers, creaking as you clenched your hands into fists. You looked up into his wide eyes and smiled to see the familiar brown bleeding back into them, chasing away the black.

“It’s okay,” you murmured. “I’m not going to let them take you away from me.”

Something was wrong, your legs not cooperating as you tried to straighten up. Your knees trembled and your weight sagged in Eddie’s arms, the shouting of the mob ebbing and flowing as the world began to go fuzzy around the edges.

"Fucking stabbed her!”

"What the hell is wrong with you?”

Eddie stared down at you with wide eyes, his normally steady hands trembling as he ghosted his fingers over your cheek. He sank to his knees, cradling you in his arms. “Baby, talk to me. Okay? Are you okay?” Suddenly he sounded so far away.

"We gotta get outta here, man.”

"I didn’t sign up for this shit, Chance.”

“It’s fine,” you mumbled, your speech slurred. “I’m fine.” You reached up, pulling a lock of his hair between your fingers. It was so pretty in the remaining light of the candles, honey and chestnut woven together. The taste of pennies bloomed hot in your mouth and you coughed around it, red splashing over Eddie’s ashen face.

He pulled back, looking down at the blood that now coated his shirt, and a noise somewhere between a wail and a roar tore from his throat. “Briar? No, no, no. Come on, baby.”

You felt like you were underwater, heavy and light, old and new, the pain that had exploded through your back ebbing like waves at the shore. “I’m right here,” you tried to say. But you were so damn tired, fighting just to keep your eyes open and focused on him. The space between blinks became longer, the dark harder to fight off each time you tried to open your eyes. Something wet touched your mouth and on instinct you pulled away. But Eddie’s grasp on the back of your head was too strong.

“I need you to open your mouth, okay? Remember what you read to me? Please, baby, you have to try.” He sounded frantic and you hated that you couldn’t help him, stuck somewhere in your own mind, your body suddenly useless. You cracked your eyes open to find streaks of red carving a trail down his face, his mouth smeared with blood, his lower lip quivering. “Please?”

You tried, barely able to move as the gray on the edges of your vision melted into black.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #vampire eddie munson #joseph quinn #morningstar #stranger things fic #stranger things 4 #my fic

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c0rroded-c0ffin · 2 years

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Over and Over

a dumb one shot that's been in my head for the last few days, pretty much a fix-it fic mainly for my sanity lol.

eddie munson x adopted hopper!reader

Basically kinda fluff, slight spoiler of the new season?, mentions a lot of Hopper too. ALSO no mention of gender (I think I’ve double checked thoroughly) so this is for anyone!

Words: 2.5k

One Week After the Upside Down

The shaggy haired boy hadn’t left the hospital since you arrived. His uncle had dropped him off a change of clothes every day, and he’d lie down on the waiting room chairs if he needed some sleep. You’d lost a lot of blood trying to distract the demobats from attacking him, and he was scared that you hadn’t woken up yet.

Your father knew it was Eddie Munson, having taken the kid to his uncles the night his father ran away. He’d watched as Eddie had been called in to the sheriffs office on a few occasions, having been accused of dealing drugs but never having the evidence on him. He had changed a bit in the last few years, his hair brushing past his shoulders instead of the buzzcut that he adorned all those years ago. He was the same age as you, and, despite your dads best efforts to warn you of his antics, you and Eddie were completely joined at the hip the moment you stepped foot in Hawkins Middle School. But in the year your dad had been missing, he hadn’t known how close you two had become.

He didn’t know how Eddie had been there for you in your loneliest times, encouraging you to not give up hope that your dad would be back home in the near future. Holding you as you sobbed when the nightmares woke you up. The way the looks exchanged between the two of you made your cheeks flush, but neither of you admitting that the other had felt something more in this relationship.

Your dad was back, but you hadn’t woken up to this news yet. So, they both sat in the waiting room. Awkward acknowledgements were made, but the mutual feeling in both was worry. You were stable. That was all that was said to them. Stable, but you had lost a lot of blood, the body needs time to recover. Both had been told to go home and rest, and they’d be contacted with any updates.

Both refused to leave.

Your dad would read you the comics you owned, giving each character a unique voice like he did when you had first come home with him. He remembered how you were a terrified young kid when you first met, but the voice acting had made you giggle and trust him. Bringing you in to his home was one of the best decisions he had ever made, and he refused to believe you would leave him and El behind.

El had actually visited a few times, but looking at you made her feel guilty for not being there, no matter how many times Hopper told her it wasn’t her fault. How was she to know your every move?

Eddie had his guitar by his side constantly, playing relaxed versions of your favourite songs, and ones that reminded him of you. He would smile sadly as he played, being reminded of the times you two would bicker jokingly over what music you would play to woo a potential partner, or how The Runaways tape that your dad had gotten you was now stuck in your car, meaning that you couldn’t go anywhere without listening to the same song over and over. He would hold your hand, watching closely for any signs of change that meant you’d be waking up any minute now.

By the end of the week, Hopper and Eddie had started to have proper conversations with each other - taking it in turns to get lunch or coffee. Eddie was now in the clear, after Hawkins Lab had given him an alibi and apologised profusely for not intervening sooner. His uncle hadn’t been pleased with the apology, but they had been given a hefty amount in hush money that he really couldn’t turn down. Eddie had gone back to school - the kids were still wary of him, but hell was he going to graduate this year and prove everyone wrong.

The rabble of friends you’d grown close with over the last few years would check in every other day, making sure to bring Hopper and Eddie anything they needed. They had all agreed that stable was better than nothing at all.

Hopper sighed as he sat by your bedside for the 7th day in a row. “Come on kid, please. For the sake of your poor old dad.” You were still covered in deep wounds, but some of the bruises surrounding them had began to yellow in colour, which, he had been told, was a good sign of recovery. He ran his hand round his stubble, looking around at the vibrant flowers people had sent you.

Out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw your fingers move. His head snapped round, waiting for you to do it again.

“Come on kiddo, it’s me, I’m here.” Desperation had set in. Would he tell anyone what he saw if you didn’t do it again? Would they think he had started seeing what he wanted to see?

The slight movement of your hand snapped him out of that train of thought completely, as your eyelids began to flutter. Tears had welled up in the mans eyes, as you blinked at him. He could tell that your brain was processing where you were.

“Dad?” He chuckled at your whisper. ‘Dad’ was a rare occurrence, as he was usually ‘Hops’ to you. He nodded.

“It’s me kiddo. Looks like you got yourself in to some absolute shit, huh?”

“I could say the same to you, old man” you smiled weakly in response as he leaned over, bringing you in to a soft hug.

“Glad to see we’re still on the ‘old’ argument” he laughed. “I’m happy to see you.”

“Where were you dad? We thought…”

“I know. I know. I’m so sorry. But,” he sat back in his seat, “I promise I’ll explain it all once you’re more awake. I can’t keep your other visitor waiting, the poor kid has been here same amount of time you have just waiting.” He started to get up.

“I can’t wait to see El again, is she okay? God I have so much to tell her.” He shook his head.

“Not El.” Your brows furrowed at his response, but the figure that had appeared in the doorway soon answered your burning question.

“Eddie.”

“Hey, you.” Silence fell between the two of you, as Hopper straightened up.

“I’ll let you two fill each other in. I’ll be back later okay? I need to make some phone calls.” He kissed your forehead and you watched him leave, before your eyes landed on Eddie again.

“You look well for somebody who fought off like 100 bats,” he took Hoppers seat by the bed, laughing at your comment.

“Well, I have you to thank for that. I got away with a few things that needed stitching up.” He bit his lip before continuing. “God, I was so worried about you. We dragged you back up here and when they said how much blood you lost we…we didn’t know if you would make it.”

“How long have I been out?” You attempted to sit up, but the pain in your side stopped you sitting up fully. Eddie cleared his throat.

“A week.”

“A week?! Oh no, is everyone else okay? Did anyone get hurt? Where are they?”

“Hey hey, easy. That Max girl is in the hospital, she hasn’t woken up yet but she got a pretty rough deal. Everyone else is okay. They’ll be thrilled to hear you’re awake.”

Max. Max was still asleep? What happened when her and Lucas were in the house?

“When did my dad get back?”

“Around the same time you arrived here. Wherever he was, I don’t think he’d had a proper shower in a while, and he’s definitely not gone home since you came in. See, I told you didn’t I! We never lost hope.” A small smile crept on to his lips, as you studied the dark circles under his eyes.

“And you?”

“I, uh…” he shifted in the chair. “I couldn’t leave you.” He blinked. “It wasn’t a risk I wanted to take. I needed to make sure you were okay. You pretty much saved my ass, after all. Plus, you promised me that once we got out of that hell hole alive, I could take you to see ‘Chopping Mall’, remember?” He jested.

“Out of all the places it has a limited release and it chooses Hawkins. Of course I remember, you goof, how could I forget?” You watched your hands as he circled your palm with his thumb.

“Well, bad news is that it has left our movie theatre. But,” his cheeks flushed as his eyes met with yours, “the offer of a movie is still very much on the table if you would like to accompany me.” He dropped his eyes as he waited for your response.

“I would be honoured, good sir!” You piped up as much as you could, still feeling groggy but trying to match his energy. “Maybe when I’ve healed up a bit more?”

His answer was interrupted as the door swung open, and eight faces peered in.

“THEY'RE ALIVE!” Steve yelled, and the team swarmed in to hug you.

“Please be careful with them,” you heard Hopper groan as he and Joyce entered the room after them. “We’ve already pissed off the nurses on this ward by disobeying the 3 at a time policy.”

A loud chorus of the group repeating the series of events ensued, as you watched each of them re-enact moments that you had missed. El squeezed on the bed next to you, resting her head on your shoulder as your friends began to talk over each other excitedly. They told you that Lucas was down the hall with Max, still waiting on her to wake up, and how you would love Jonathon’s quirky new friend, Argyle. How you were so badass to go after Eddie and how your quick thinking saved him from getting killed.

You caught Eddie watching you soak in everyones stories, and he threw you a quick smile as he got out of his chair.

“Wait Munson, where are you going?” Dustin turned to the drowsy looking metalhead as he attempted to slink out of the room unnoticed.

“I, my friend, am giving you all some space. I need to freshen up before a date I have soon, too. The shower they have here isn’t the best.” He ruffled Dustins hair as the boy raised an eyebrow.

“A date? Since when?” Eddie winked at you and left the room, leaving Dustin speechless for a good 30 seconds before he rattled off in to another story. Another half hour of listening to your friends, and you could feel your eyelids getting heavy again.

“Come on guys, I think it’s time to let them rest again don’t you?” Hopper called out, as everyone had started to slow down. They each gave you a hug before leaving the room, Joyce holding the door open while your dad said goodbye.

“Let me talk to the nurses, and we’ll get you home as soon as, okay?” You nodded. “Get some sleep, kid.”

Another week had passed since you got the all clear to come home. El had tidied your bedroom, eagerly anticipating your arrival, and Hopper had made sure to stock the freezer with Eggos in order to create his infamous Triple-Decker Eggo Extravaganzas. Eddie had called every day updating you with the going ons of his life, and you were so proud to hear he’d finally gotten the grades he needed to graduate this semester.

“Hops, do I look okay?” looking in the mirror hanging above the fireplace, you saw your dad lean against the sofa behind you.

“For your date?”

“It’s not a date…” you began. “We’re celebrating Eddie’s grades!”

“And you’re asking if you look okay, after obviously putting in more effort than usual, for your not date?” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes, turning to your sister who had taken place next to your dad.

“El, do I look okay?” She looked up at a smirking Hopper, before looking back at you.

“You are ready for your date?” She smiled, as Hopper burst out laughing. You groaned as the doorbell rang, looking back at the cuts on your cheeks that had started to heal. Whilst your body was now well enough to at least be going out with people again, you were still having to take things slowly - something you were still not quite used to.

“I hate you both,” you joked, as you opened the front door to Eddie holding a bunch of flowers in front of his face, pretending to then jump out from behind them.

“Hi there!” He held out the flowers. “For you.”

“Oh Eddie, they’re stunning. Thank you!” You gratefully took the flowers, turning round to Hopper and El still standing in their original positions, Hoppers eyebrows raised as he mouthed ‘not a date?’ Out of Eddies eye line.

“Did you want to come in quickly while I find a vase to put these in? I don’t want them dying out!” You opened the door to let him through before vanishing to the kitchen, El following in your footsteps. Eddie nodded to Hopper, feeling slightly awkward at the look Hopper was now giving him.

“So, I hear it isn’t a date, huh?”

“No sir, just going to see a movie and maybe grab a bite to eat.” Hopper nodded at Eddie’s response.

“Do you get flowers for everyone you take on a ‘not date’?” Eddie shifted his balance on his feet before clearing his throat, a habit he had every time he felt under pressure.

“No, no. I thought that it might just brighten their day, you know?” Hopper unfolded his arms, noticing Eddie’s unease. His voice lowered, making sure that you weren’t able to hear.

“Look, I don’t know the dynamic you two have in this friendship here. Or even if you want something more out of this. But it is very clear that you two care very much about each other. Hold on to that, okay?” Eddie was watching him carefully, as Hopper pulled out his wallet from his back pocket and handed him a couple of twenties. “Do me a favour and go and treat yourselves. I heard you passed your classes.” Eddie looked at the twenties, and before he had a chance to argue Hopper had already shoved them in to his hand.

“Thank you, I really appreciate that.”

“Appreciate what?” Both of the men jumped as you had re entered the room, the flowers now sitting comfortably in a glass vase you had found at the back of the cupboard. Eddie stuffed the twenties in his back pocket.

“Oh, your dad was just congratulating me on passing, is all,” Eddie smiled.

“We knew he could do it, right dad? Anyway, are we ready to go?” You opened the front door and Eddie nodded.

“Be safe, please!” Hopper called out after you both, Eddie holding open the passenger side door of his van for you.

“So,” you started, as Eddie had climbed in to his side.

“So.” He placed his hand on your thigh. “Are we not calling this a date?”

“We can call it whatever you like, Munson.” You both grinned as Eddie started the van.

“Then, our date awaits.”

#stranger things #stranger things fic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x hopper!reader #stranger things 4

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everybodyisabookofblood · 2 years

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Mature, Huh?

Pairing: Eddie x Reader

Summary: For sure when Eddie gets a girlfriend, he’ll mature.... right?

Warnings: Silly as hell, inspired by a meme, Wayne being the uncle we all deserve, drinking, female reader (no description other than gender), mild cursing (like 1 word)

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“Yoo hoo, Mr. Munson!”

Wayne fought the urge to roll his eyes – after all, a man his age should know better – and regretted his decision to sit outside to drink his beer before turning in for a few hours. He shifted uneasily in his lawn chair as the garishly dressed old woman from three trailers down approached, blue hair styled in a beehive straight out of the 50s and an insincere smile firmly on her burgundy lips.

He motioned to her with his beer in greeting. “Mrs. Hillard.”

She waved her hand. “How many times have I told you to call me Ethel?” she exclaimed, her eyes darting briefly to the bottle in his hand.

As neighborly as she was pretending to be, he could still see the clear judgment that he dared to enjoy a cold beer on his own damn property at noon on a Sunday after working a 12-hour shift. Used to it from her and the rest of the old biddies in the park, he took a long pull from the chilled neck, taking a small amount of pleasure from the flared indignation in her eyes.

“Something I can help you with on this fine Sunday, Mrs..” he paused and cleared his throat before correcting himself. “Ethel.” He immediately regretted saying her name when she preened and fluffed her hair, blinking her lashes at him flirtatiously.

“Me and the girls were talking at our weekly bridge game last night, and Mildred shared a little secret about your nephew, Eddie,” she whispered conspiratorially as if the neighbor mowing his lawn up the road was eavesdropping.

His shoulders tensed, preparing himself for yet another nasty rumor about his misunderstood nephew. “Oh yeah, what would that be?” he asked gruffly.

“She said that he finally got himself a girlfriend!”

His muscles relaxed as he leaned back into the chair, relieved that it was finally something that he could respond to positively. “You heard right,” he agreed, his lips turning in a fond smile. “Y/N’s a sweetheart.”

“It’s about time. That boy was running so wild. Maybe now that he has a girlfriend, he’ll finally mature.”

Wayne’s lips twisted as he heard a screen door slam from the back of his trailer. Seconds later, a grinning teenager wearing a hastily crafted (and wildly inaccurate) medieval costume and carrying what looked like a foam lance darted around the corner.

“Hi, Mr. Munson!” he called as he ran past a startled Ethel and headed towards the field adjacent to the trailer. “Bye, Mr. Munson!”

Wayne squinted at the shaggy thing around his shoulders as he ran. Those little shits, he thought incredulously. “You better replace that bathmat, Dustin!” he yelled at his back.

“I will!” came his answering yell as he continued running.

Ethel was clutching the fabric at her neckline. “What in the world….”

Her exclamation was cut off by the two figures bursting out the front door, wearing their own spliced together versions of medieval costumes. The girl paused, straightening her out-of-place and comically overlarge horned Viking helmet, and grinned at the man beside her, whose frizzy brown locks were currently being held down by a paper crown that looked like it had been crafted by a five-year-old.

Ignoring the two gaping adults, he looked off into the distance, where he could still make out Dustin’s retreating figure, and bellowed, “There is no escape from Eddie the Banished and Y/N the Fierce!”

Eddie hopped down the steps and offered his back to Y/N, who immediately jumped on and wrapped her legs around his torso. Pulling a cardboard sword from the belt at her waist, she pointed it in the air and yelled, “Charge!”

With a hearty laugh, Eddie took off towards the field with Y/N turning her head back briefly to shout, “We’ll be quiet when we come home, Wayne. Promise!” before joining in on Eddie’s laughter.

Wayne recovered quickly (used to these antics by now) and casually finished his beer. He was unable to suppress the smirk from appearing on his lips as he eyed the speechless woman in front of him. “Mature, huh?” he reiterated, gesturing towards their retreating figures. “Might want to tell his girlfriend that.”

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The meme that inspired this nonsense:

#eddie stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie x female reader #eddie munson x you

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lynnswritings · 2 years

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Last Kiss

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

A/N: This was an idea that I've had for a while now, but never found the right time to write it... here it is after a week of sitting blank! I almost cried while writing this so have fun? I guess.

Word Count (With Lyrics): 2.4k

Warnings: Angst, tw Depression(?) possibly, Lots of tears, let me know if I missed anything

I still remember the look on your face Lit through the darkness at 1:58 The words that you whispered for just us to know You told me you loved me So why did you go away? Away

It was a cold winter night, you had stayed the night at Eddie’s while your dad was out of town for a few weeks. You couldn’t sleep, rolling over to glance at the digital clock sitting on Eddie’s bedside table. The clock read 1:58 AM in bright red numbers. Feeling you shifting around, Eddie woke, quietly mumbling, “What’re ya doin’ sweetheart?”

“Sorry, couldn’t sleep,” you whispered back.

“D’ya wanna talk ‘bout it?” Eddie was still half asleep, but he’d do anything if it would make you feel better.

You gently shook your head, “Not really, go back to sleep baby,” you said as you lightly traced his face.

He closed his eyes, “M’kay, I love you sweetheart. You know that, right?”

You couldn’t hold back your giggle, “Yeah, Eds, I know. I love you too.”

You snuggled in close, tucking your head underneath Eddie’s chin, the weight of his arms securing you against his body.

I do recall now, the smell of the rain Fresh on the pavement I ran off the plane That July ninth, the beat of your heart It jumps through your shirt I can still feel your arms

It had been almost a year since you had been in Hawkins, going out of state for college wasn’t something you really agreed with, but with the deaths and disappearances over the last few years your dad didn’t give you a choice. It was raining when the plane landed, you couldn’t wait any longer and rushed to get your things and off the plane, almost running to baggage claim when you saw him.

His signature black ripped jeans, long shaggy hair, and ring clad fingers. Without hesitation you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck as he squeezed your waist.

The two of you were pressed against each other to the point where you could feel his heartbeat through his shirt. You thought you felt it skip a beat as he spoke, “I missed you like crazy,” he pulled away just enough to look in your eyes, his arms holding you in place, “You’re not allowed to leave for that long ever again. Understand? I don’t care what your dad says.”

You nodded, a giant smile on your face as you said, “Don’t worry, I won’t let him.”

Eddie gave you another squeeze before letting you go so you could collect your things, hoping that this summer would be a lazy one with your friends and family.

But now I'll go Sit on the floor, wearing your clothes All that I know is I don't know How to be something you miss

You were sitting on your bedroom floor at your dad's house, still not sure if you were in a terrible nightmare, or if this was your new reality. You were wearing Eddie’s Hellfire shirt, curled up in a ball, head tucked into your knees as tears continuously streamed down your face with no signs of stopping anytime soon.

I never thought we'd have a last kiss Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips

Eddie was laying on the ground, blood covering his neck and torso as you ran to him, not sure what you were going to see. You slowed your pace as you approached. Kneeling, you placed Eddie’s head in your lap.

“E-Eddie?” You could feel the sting of tears as they welled up in your eyes, you took in the sight of Eddie.

“(Y/N)?” His eyes slowly trailed to you.

“Hey,” you sniffled, “Hey baby, we’re gonna getcha outta here, okay?”

You could hear him struggle as he choked out: “Okay,” after a pause he continued, “I didn’t run away this time right?”

Tears were leaving streaks down your face, washing away the dirt and grime of the Upside Down, as you whispered, “No, you didn’t run away.”

His breaths were getting shallow, you didn’t know how much longer he had left, but it wouldn’t be enough, “Good. ‘Cause I’m actually gonna graduate. I think it’s finally my year. We can go wherever we want sweetheart.”

You nodded, tears falling from your face onto Eddie’s. You leaned down, scrunching your eyes closed as you softly pressed your lips to his. Not wanting to forget even a single detail of him.

You whispered a final, “I love you Eds,” as his eyes became unfocused and glassy. You felt the moment that his body went limp, a strangled “NO!” echoing around you.

I do remember the swing of your step The life of the party, you're showing off again And I'd roll my eyes and then you'd pull me in I'm not much for dancing, but for you, I did Because I love your handshake, meeting my father I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of saying something There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions

Somehow you had convinced Eddie to go to this party with you. You wanted to go to catch up with friends when Eddie decided to become the main event. He was doing business selling weed to whoever was desperate enough and making a scene by being his overdramatic self.

That’s when you felt a tug on your arm, “Come and dance with me sweetheart,” the smile on his face was infectious. You rolled your eyes as he led you through a few dances, pulling you closer with every move, the music and atmosphere getting to you.

Eddie had met your father only once, as you walked into the house you announced your presence. Your dad was taller than Eddie, which must’ve intimidated him from the look that the metalhead gave you. He masked his fear and stuck his hand out, “It’s nice to meet you sir, I’m Eddie Munson, (Y/N)’s boyfriend.”

Your father took Eddie’s hand, “Well, it’s finally nice to put a face to the name. (Y/N) won’t stop talking about you.”

Eddie laughed, “Only good things I hope.”

You were waiting for Eddie to meet you at the picnic table in the woods behind the football field. You heard a noise like a stick being snapped in half, when you looked up, you saw Eddie walking with his head down and hands in the pockets of his jeans. As he approached, you stood, meeting him halfway.

“Hey handsome, why do you look so mopey today? Y’know I thought me coming here would be a gre-”

You were cut off by Eddie placing his lips on yours, a gentle thing that ended as soon as it began. “I hate when you do that. You do know that, right?” You interrogated.

He just smiled, “Yeah, but I can’t help it. You’re just too beautiful, sweetheart.”

And I'll go Sit on the floor, wearing your clothes All that I know is I don't know How to be something you miss

You were still curled up wearing Eddie’s shirt as memories, good and bad, played through your mind like a greatest hits reel. There’s no way that he was gone, he couldn't be. He hadn’t even graduated, let alone got the chance to get away from lazy little Hawkins. There was so much you wanted to do with him, that you can’t do with him. The shirt still smelled like him.

I never thought we'd have a last kiss I never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips

You didn’t know how long you sat there in the Upside Down for. You couldn’t let go of Eddie’s body. You continued sobbing, cradling Eddie as your tears spilled onto his bandana that was wrapped around his head.

You sniffled, “Eddie? Eddie, come back. Please. Please come back. I ca-can’t do this without you. Please, Eddie, I love you.” You kissed the top of his head, then his temple, his cheek, until you reached his lips, letting your lips linger on his, hoping that it could somehow bring him back to life.

You tried to clean the blood off of his face, “I’ll never forget you, never,” you couldn’t tell if the promise was for him or for yourself, but you still believed it. As long as you lived you would always remember Edward Wayne Munson. Even if no one else would.

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe And I'll keep up with our old friends Just to ask them how you are Hope it's nice where you are And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day And something reminds you, you wish you had stayed You can plan for a change in the weather and time But I never planned on you changing your mind

You had found a stack of polaroids of you and Eddie that you had saved over the years together. Most of them weren’t that good, either out of focus or not framed quite right, but they were yours. They were the memories that you would never part with. The only thing you had left to remind you of what Eddie looked like before everything went to hell in a handbasket. Before he was accused of murder, before he ran, before any of this supernatural Upside Down nonsense was even on your radar.

Even with the pictures it was getting harder and harder to remember him, his voice: Was it deeper? Was there a certain lilt to it? Did ‘sweetheart’ actually sound like that? You couldn’t remember.

His hands: Were they really that warm? Did the rings he wore go on certain fingers? It all felt like it was slipping away.

You still talked to the Hellfire Club, especially Dustin, Mike, and Lucas. The three boys who actually dealt with the Upside Down, that knew about all of the dangers. Because they were also grieving the loss of their friend Max, but at least she was in the hospital. There was actually a body if she didn’t make it. To prove that it actually happened.

Steve and Robin were who you talked to the most though. Having classes with them yourself, and them in turn having classes with Eddie. They were around for most of his antics and outbursts over the years. It was hard on them, even though they weren’t very close with the metalhead, it still hurt. Maybe not as much as it hurt you, but they tried to be understanding.

The only thing you could hope for was that he was somewhere better, maybe he was partying with some rockstars he had admired. You knew that had to be better than Hawkins. The sun hidden behind clouds as the town was split into quarters, the Upside Down merging with regular old Hawkins. Vecna was still on the loose, there were too many loose ends, too much pain and suffering.

You still couldn’t believe what he had done, sacrificing himself for a town that labeled him a freak and a monster. A town that went on a manhunt for him over a false accusation.

Every time you close your eyes that moment repeats: You and Dustin had made it back through the gate, both of you encouraging Eddie to climb back through. He reached for the spear, cut the sheets that connected both sides and ran back through the door of the trailer in the Upside Down.

So, I'll go Sit on the floor, wearing your clothes All that I know is I don't know How to be something you miss

The Hellfire shirt still smelled like him; like cigarettes, his cheap cologne, and something that was as unique as Eddie himself. You still sat there, unable to move from your place on the floor, staring at pictures from a life you can’t get back. He was gone, and there was nothing you could’ve done to prepare yourself for this.

The ache in your chest wasn’t what hurt the most. It was the fact that you wouldn’t get any more time; no more late night talks, no more dances, no more Eddie. And you didn’t know if there was any way to emotionally recover from the what ifs and loss.

I never thought we'd have a last kiss Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips

Numbness. That was all you could feel as you sat there, running your fingers through his hair, his head still in your lap. The tears on your face had dried, leaving streaks down your face. That’s when they found you; Steve, Nancy, and Robin were on their way back from the Creel House when they stumbled upon you hunched over Eddie’s lifeless body.

Steve was the one to speak up, “(Y/N)... we have to go, Vecna won. He got Max.”

You shook your head, “No, I’m not leaving him here. Eddie deserves a proper burial,” you whispered, “Don’t make me leave him here. Please Steve.”

He sighed, “We have to go,” Steve attempted to grab your arm and move you away from Eddie’s body.

You ducked and tucked yourself closer to Eddie as tears started running down your face once again. After a few minutes of arguing with Steve he gave in, “Fine, say your goodbyes, then we’re leaving… and we’re not lugging him with us.”

The girls and Steve gave you space to make your final goodbye to the boy who would always have your heart. “I have to go now, Eds but I love you, okay?” you took a shaky breath, “No matter what, I will always love you.” You leaned down pressing one last tender kiss to his forehead which had started to lose color, looking paler than he had before.

You got up, turning to get one last glimpse of the boy who had died for a town that hated him. Who died and took your heart with him.

Just like our last kiss Forever the name on my lips Forever the name on my lips Just like our last

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #stranger things 4 #lynns writings #Spotify

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magpie-to-the-morning · 2 years

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Morningstar Part Two - Coming Soon

By @acrossthesestars and Myself

“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” The husked, gently mocking voice emanated from between your thighs. Eddie was sprawled there, a lazy smirk on his face and a playful look in his large brown eyes.

He snorted and nipped teasingly at your thigh. “Like you wouldn’t just tame the dragon yourself.”

You smiled, pleased at being so known. “Maybe, but I wouldn’t mind you coming to rescue me, either.”

Eddie smiled at that, lips curving against silky skin before he soothed the nip with a kiss. “I’ll leave the rescuing to you. You’re better at it than I am.”

You opened your mouth to protest but then Eddie’s mouth was on you and the rest of the world slid away.

Part One | alex masterlist | emma masterlist | ao3

#Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson x F!Reader #Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader #Eddie Munson x Female Reader #Vampire Eddie Munson #Just a quick tease #😈

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siouxiesiouxtryhard · 1 year

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Sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)

**UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION**

Ch. One - The Wot?

summary: when the split mayfield/hargrove family move to hawkins the oldest mayfield finds out that hawkins might be the weird change she needed.

pairing: eddie x fem!goth!mayfield! reader

warnings: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, unfortunate use of y/n, language, mentions of abuse, billy hargrove -i think that's all-

author's note: i'm nervous but also excited for this. the first few chapters are purely exposition and are honestly pretty boring except for some funny stuff but it picks up pretty fast. let me know if you like it and want to see the rest. love you <3

Part 2 >>

Y/n Mayfield stretched her arms above her head as she stepped out of her stepbrother's Camaro outside Hawkins High School on her first day, discreetly tossing her nearly finished joint on the ground. "Uh, hello?" her sister Max called from the backseat. "Oh, my bad," Y/n snorted. She moved the seat forward so Max could step out. Her stepbrother Billy was already long gone and on the way to the school but neither of the sisters noticed or cared.

Max punched Y/n's shoulder when she stood fully with a smile. Y/n gasped and dramatically held her shoulder with a look of fake anguish on her face. Max giggled and told her to shut up. Y/n snickered and ruffled Max's hair.

"See ya, rat," Y/n said. "Bye Simmons," Max replied, skating towards the middle school. "Still hate KISS!" Y/n yelled, earning a middle finger from her little sister.

The older girl noticed two other teenagers gawking at them from their own car across the lot. She smirked and tossed a peace sign above her head as she walked backwards towards the high school before turning and walking normally.

Y/n kinda liked it in Hawkins. California was too warm, and it was always ridiculously bright there. Being a person who liked to wear dark clothes didn't really mix well with that. That and all the people there were obnoxious and annoying. But it was California.

Not much else to expect.

Y/n smiled charmingly at the receptionist in the office as she walked in. "Hey, uh, I'm new? Should be under Mayfield?" she asked.

The receptionist shuffled through the papers on her desk and pulled out two papers. One was her schedule, and one was a little map of the school. Y/n tried not to laugh out loud at the map but thanked her anyways. "Ah! Let me call up a student to show you to class. Hold on one second, hon," the lady said, calling someone on the phone and telling Y/n to wait there for a minute. She nodded and leaned against the wall until the girl who was staring at her earlier came in.

"Hi, Nancy. Would you mind showing her to her first class? You have it together," the receptionist lady asked. Nancy stuttered before nodding with a 'sure!' and motioning for Y/n to follow her. Y/n did, saluting the secretary as she left.

Nancy walked beside her, humming quietly at the faint smell of weed, hair dye, and fabric softener from Y/n. Nancy thought it was odd but comforting for some reason. "Sorry. I-I'm Nancy. Wheeler," Nancy spoke up, introducing herself. Y/n snorted at her awkwardness and shook the girl's outstretched hand, "All good. I'm Y/n," she said.

Nancy nodded with a smile, "Nice. It suits you," she replied. Y/n smiled and thanked her.

They did get a good conversation going after that, having finally broken the ice and Nancy took her schedule from her to see what classes they had together. The shorter of the pair also showed Y/n where her locker was so she didn't have to carry all of her stuff and helped her get it open. Y/n, still partially high, tried her best to listen to what Nancy had to say. Nancy seemed pretty smart, and it was obvious she had lived in Hawkins her whole life, so good thing to have a friend who knows their shit.

Nancy glared at people who were staring at Y/n, who was completely oblivious to it as she carried her books and dropped the other school stuff she didn't put in her locker into the bag her mom made her carry. Y/n towered over Nancy, so she stuck out like a sore thumb. Not because Y/n was inherently tall, but because she had a pair of six-inch-tall black platform boots to add to her normal height.

Nancy noticed and thought it was brave of her. People were very judgmental in Hawkins, so to walk around without caring and with a look like that took guts. Nancy appreciated it. She had never really hung out or met anyone like Y/n, but she'd always wondered what it would be like to have a friend like her.

Y/n was currently standing at an even six feet tall and wore black head to toe including her hair, which was dyed jet black and ruffled into a shaggy cut.

Nancy smiled in satisfaction with herself when they walked into class and people gaped at them walking in together. Miss perfect Nancy Wheeler walking around with someone who looks like something straight out of a heavy metal magazine.

Robin Buckley's eyes widened from her spot in the back corner seat, and she listened to Y/n talk when the teacher made her introduce herself. Everyone was staring at her, seeming completely interested in what she had to say.

"Uh, hey! I'm Y/n," she said, "I'm from California. Now I live here. I'm just trying to graduate, so, if you're chill, we can hang!" Y/n mumbled thanks to the teacher before taking a seat in the back directly behind Nancy. Nancy turned around and gave her a thumbs-up, inviting her to sit with her at lunch. Y/n snickered and shrugged, which was her way of saying yes.

The whole class kept staring at her off and on, trying to focus on schoolwork but also hung up on the new girl. Hawkins almost never got new kids, but when they got one like this?

Everyone is shell-shocked.

Y/n blinked slowly and listened to the teacher ramble on about math. She grabbed a tin of Altoids that obviously didn't have Altoids in it anymore and popped one in her mouth. The bell rang shortly after and Y/n and Nancy were on their way to their lockers and next class.

Y/n took off her jacket, shoving it in her locker, and even that simple action earned some whispers. Nancy also looked a little shocked when she walked up, hugging a new pile of books to her chest. A guy who was about half an inch shorter than Y/n with huge hair trailed after her, eyes widening at Nancy's new friend. "What?" Y/n asked obliviously, eyes bouncing from one to the other. The couple was quiet, trying to come up with an answer, and failing.

"It's the tattoos, innit?" Y/n whispered. Nancy nodded a small smile on her lips.

"I can, like, put my jacket back on if it makes y'all uncomfortable..." Y/n offered.

"Nah, man, they're cool! I just think people weren't expecting them," the guy replied swiftly. "Oh. Okay," Y/n shrugged, and they were walking to class.

Y/n sucked her teeth and picked up the pace to toss herself into the lockers next to a blond boy dressed in all denim, a smarmy look on his face.

"What?" he said sharply.

Y/n laughed at him, "Oh, you wound me with your hatred!" Billy looked very unthreatening having to look up to speak to her eye to eye. He rolled his eyes and repeated himself. "Just wondering how your day is going. Are people staring at you too, or is it just me?" Y/n asked.

Billy scoffed and looked around, noticing a few people quickly avoiding his gaze before they got caught staring.

"Nah, it's not just you," Billy said lowly, slamming his locker and stomping away.

Y/n found her way to second period and sat down next to Nancy after having to introduce herself again.

"Hey!"

Y/n turned at the sharp whisper and raised an eyebrow at a brunette sitting next to her. Y/n looked around before pointing at herself, "Me?" she whispered back. The brunette nodded. Y/n waved hesitantly, glancing at the teacher to make sure they wouldn't get in trouble. The brunette held up a finger, turning to her notebook and writing something in it before ripping it out and passing it to Y/n.

"hi"

Y/n smirked and wrote back "hi :)" the brown-haired girl smiled and wrote on the paper under that.

"I'm Robin"

"Y/n" Y/n wrote back.

"I know. We have first together too."

"Oh, word? Nice."

"I know! Anyways, I think we should be friends! I like your style."

"Hell yeah we should! You seem nice and thank you." "Awesome!! I was so worried that wasn't going to work."

"Ahahaha don't worry you're cool."

"Yay I'm cool!! But I won't make you pass notes for an eternity. You probably have a lot to catch up on, so I'll see you later, k?"

"Ok!"

And with that, Y/n made a new friend.

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@yessargeantbarnes happy birthday babes <3

tiny author's note: hii!! i'm glad y'all were excited about this! this starts slow but it gets to the point pretty quick so don't worry there will be eddie content very very soon. Let me know if you wanna be on the taglist! love you! :)

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siouxiesiouxtryhard · 1 year

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lovely pls gift more sub!eddie to the world <3

why yes of course my love <3

Birthday Boy

summary: it's eddie's birthday and what better way to celebrate than with some good old-fashioned birthday sex? :)

pairing: sub!eddie x fem!reader - no use of y/n

cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, established relationship, L-bombs, pet names, sub!eddie, begging, multiple orgasms, slapping, bondage, blindfold, ice play, small mommy kink, praise kink, light choking kink, unprotected piv sex (wrap it before you tap it babes), creampie, mentions of pregnancy & birth control -I think that's all-

author's note: hey!! this is my first time publishing something on here so pls be nice... feel free to request anything and I'll write it out best I can. no joke this is just something I remembered from my stranger things dr but it works out here too <3 love you!

You smiled as the music shop worker brought the beautiful Les Paul back to you, tuned and ready to go. "Ah! Thank you so much, Mick, he's going to love it!" you said.

He smiled, putting the guitar in a case so you could safely take it home. "Hey, no problem. Let me know how he likes it, okay?" Mick asked. You agreed, quickly paid him, and walked out to your car. You set the guitar gently in the passenger seat and took a deep breath before driving back to Eddie's.

You bounced your non-driving leg nervously the whole way back. What if it was the wrong one? What if it wasn't the right color? What if he already had one put away somewhere? You knew deep down these were all stupid and you had nothing to worry about, but you were never good at giving gifts, so to get one like this was nerve-wracking.

You took another breath before taking the guitar into Eddie's trailer. He wasn't home yet (thank you Dustin) so you still had time to get ready. You took the guitar out of the case and carefully put it in a chair he would see right when he walked in. Just to be sure, you walked in and out of the trailer at least three times to ensure that he couldn't miss it.

6:45... Shit!

In the fifteen minutes you had before he would be back, you quickly changed into his Hellfire shirt and some pajama shorts, put Halloween into the VHS, ordered a pizza, and did your hair. Right as you finished with your hair, Eddie's van pulled up in front of the trailer.

"Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!" you whispered, tiptoeing into the other room. You smiled widely and nervously as Eddie walked into the trailer. He paused and smiled slowly when he saw you.

"Happy birthday!" you exclaimed, throwing your arms up. Eddie grinned, running over and wrapping you up in a hug. You laughed, holding onto him when he picked you up and spun you around. Setting you down, Eddie finally leaned in for a kiss and sealed the cliche. He smiled against your lips, feeling like he was on cloud 9.

"Thank you, sweetheart," Eddie whispered, arms still wrapped around your waist. "Look what I got you," you replied. Eddie furrowed his eyebrows but looked over to the living area anyway. His face dropped and his eyes widened at the sleek black Les Paul Custom sitting in his uncle's lounge chair.

"No. Fucking. Way."

You covered your mouth to hide your smile, but you were failing. Eddie smiled, glancing at you before running over to his new guitar. It was gorgeous. And it was the exact one he wanted. "Look at the strap," you said. Eddie pulled the strap from under the guitar and smiled at both of your initials engraved into it.

"Baby, it's beautiful. Thank you!" Eddie said, slipping the strap over his head and strumming it. He moaned at the sound it made and gave you an 'are you kidding?!' look. You giggled and shook your head.

"There's no way this is real. Like, holy shit, babe! How much was this?!" Eddie asked. You shrugged nonchalantly, "It was only, like, nine... maybe ten hundred?"

Eddie's heart dropped into his ass, and he nearly dropped the guitar right there. "A thousand dollars?!" he exclaimed. You simply nodded. Eddie felt like crying. He was the luckiest man in the world. "D-doll, I can't take this! It's so expensive!" he said.

You rolled your eyes with a smile, "Darling, I don't care about how much the guitar is. It's just money! I got it for you because it's your birthday and I love you more than anything! Plus, you deserve it. You've been eyeing that thing for months, I only just now had an excuse to give it to you," you said. Eddie looked down at the guitar in his hands to hide the happy tears springing to his eyes.

"Fuck, why do you have to be so perfect?" he laughed, wiping his face.

You awed, cupping his face with a fake pout, "I'm far from perfect, Eddie, but thank you. And don't worry about it, okay? It's your birthday, remember? There's still so much to do! I ordered us a pizza and I already put Halloween in the VHS. Is there anything else you wanna do?" you asked. Eddie thought for a moment then smirked deviously. He slipped the guitar strap over his head, setting his gift on the couch before pulling you in for a well-deserved kiss.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around him, and pressing your chest to his. "I could think of a few things..." he trailed off. You giggled, "Well, the pizza shouldn't be here for another half hour..."

Eddie hummed in mock surprise. You snickered and took his hand to pull him into the bedroom. You pushed him down onto the bed before crawling on top of him and straddling his waist. "What's on the agenda for tonight?" you asked, twisting a strand of his hair on your finger.

Eddie turned his torso as much as he could with you on top of him and fumbled for the box under the bed. He pulled it out and sat up, scooting you down onto his lap. You shifted, hand on his neck to balance yourself as you watched him. Eddie took out his favorite toys and lube before presenting them to you with a big smile.

"Eds! We only have, like, twenty minutes!" you laughed.

"He's always late anyway," Eddie rolled his eyes. You took the box and slid it back under the bed before taking the handcuffs from him. Kissing him quickly, you whispered in his ear, "Lay back."

Eddie smiled excitedly, laying down and throwing his hands over his head. "You're a dork," you chuckled, slipping his shirt up over his head and leaning over him to cuff him to the bed. Eddie had gone out and bought a little headboard just for that purpose and you couldn't have been more grateful.

"Good?" you asked. Eddie wriggled his wrists and tugged at them quickly before nodding with a smile. You chuckled to yourself before you suddenly remembered something. "Could we try something, baby?" you asked. Eddie shrugged and nodded, curiosity making him that much more excited.

You hopped off the bed and started rummaging through his closet. When you finally found what you were looking for you smiled and joined Eddie on the bed again. It was an old scarf he used to tie to his guitar until he lost it on purpose after he saw how lame it looked, but you'd seen it a while ago and wanted to use it.

Eddie's smile grew larger, and he leaned his head forward with his eyes closed for her to blindfold him. You smiled and tied the scarf around his head under his hair, so he didn't get too sweaty.

"Can't see?" you asked. Eddie shook his head quickly, but you didn't believe him. "How many fingers?" you added, holding up three. Eddie hummed, "Four?" he asked. You rolled your eyes, knowing he was lying. You smacked him sharply which earned the hottest sound from Eddie. He loved it when you hit him.

"You know not to lie to me, darling. I don't like that," you hissed, slipping your thumb into his mouth. Eddie whined, sucking your finger happily. "I'm s-sorry," he mumbled as best he could. You cooed, running a hand through his hair gently. "That's ok, love. You aren't in trouble. It's your birthday, no punishments today," you said. Eddie whimpered an 'okay' and decided not to try and be funny when she fixed his blindfold so he actually couldn't see.

It was nerve-wracking that he couldn't see her, but it sent warm excitement through his veins. "Color?" you checked. "Fucking green!" Eddie grinned. You quietly grabbed the cock ring Eddie picked out and slipped it on him after taking his pants and underwear off. He groaned at the tightness of it and gripped the handcuff chains.

You absolutely loved how vocal Eddie was in bed. Especially when he was on bottom. He just made the sweetest noises and only she could hear them. That was the best part. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to your initials tattooed on his collarbone, gazing up at him. "Know what? I changed my mind," you hummed, slipping the ring off him.

Eddie gasped, not expecting you to take it off. Overstimulated Eddie was the best Eddie in your opinion, so that's exactly what you wanted to get.

"Okay, one second my love. Pizza's here," you laughed. Eddie snorted and nodded, sighing happily while you left to get the food. You swiftly took care of the pizza, putting it in the oven before grabbing a cup and filling it with ice. You'd tried it once and it worked out beautifully, you just never thought to do it again. Thank God you remembered.

"Smells good," Eddie piped up as you walked back in. You snickered, slipped some ice in your mouth, and perched yourself on top of him again. You leaned down slowly, trailing the cold cube down his neck and to his chest. Eddie's breath hitched, letting out a whine at the freezing water on his nipples.

"B-baby..." he stuttered. You hushed him, continuing your trail down to his dick. Eddie gasped and let out a moan as you set the ice on his tip. His back arched off the bed, blocking your view of his face. You slipped the ice back into the cup and marveled at the man in front of you looking absolutely stunning.

Eddie breathed shakily in anticipation. The blindfold increased his sensitivity by a million. Usually, when he could see you he could prepare himself for what was next, but he was completely oblivious to your next move.

You leaned back down, "Where you at, baby?" you whispered.

Eddie took a shaky breath and nodded, "I'm good. Green," he breathed. You smiled, gently pressing your lips to his. Eddie whined, desperately kissing you back. You laughed at his responses to the smallest movements.

"You ready?" you asked. Eddie nodded frantically, "Please, please do something!" he begged. You slipped down his body, laying between his legs before taking his cock in your hands. You looked up at him with a smirk, placing the tip in your mouth. "Fuck..." Eddie whispered, his head falling back into the pillows. You hollowed your cheeks and stared up at him, going all the way down on him.

"Shit, baby! Oh, God!" Eddie cried at the sudden warmth when you swallowed on him. You chuckled against him, sending a sensation down his dick and straight to his foggy brain. You wanted to make him fall apart as fast as you could, so you ran your tongue up the sensitive vein that went all along the side of his dick.

Eddie's moans caught in his throat, and he whined. "Fuck, baby, please!" he moaned. You pulled off his dick, continuing to stroke him at the same pace. "Please what?" you hummed. Eddie groaned in frustration. You always teased him like that. He knew it was just because you wanted to hear him but come on! It's his birthday!

"P-please let me come!" Eddie gasped. You continued stroking him while you pretended to think about it. "Hmm... no," you said. Eddie sobbed, tugging at the cuffs. When his moans softened into frantic whimpers and his thighs tensed up, you let go. "Please!" Eddie whined. You laughed, setting your head on his stomach. "Alright, alright, you've been good. I'll let you," you conceded.

Eddie smiled widely, biting his lip when you started to pump your hand on him again. You went faster than before, wanting him to come faster so you could move on. "Ah! Y-you're going t- fa-hast!" Eddie whimpered. You didn't hear a safe word, so you continued. You ran your tongue up the most sensitive parts you had memorized and had down to an exact science, earning the hottest results every time.

Eddie's arms flexed and he arched his back off the bed, tossing his head into the pillows. "Fuck! Ohhmyfuckinggod right fucking there!" Moans and praises flew out of Eddie's mouth as he fell apart just from a simple hand job. It was almost embarrassing.

"Can I cum? Please can I?" he cried. "Come for me, rockstar," you hissed in his ear. Eddie flinched at your close proximity but quickly lost it afterward. "C-cumming!" he whimpered, eyes rolling back under the blindfold as he released hot cum all over your hand. Eddie breathed out long moans, coming down slowly but surely from his orgasm.

You straddled his waist again, pulling the scarf off his eyes. You smiled happily at him, slipping your pinky out of your lips.

"W-was that my, uh... stuff?" Eddie stuttered. You nodded with a sly smirk on your lips. Eddie grinned a lovesick smile, hiding his flustered cheeks in his arm. "Hot."

You laughed at him wiping your hand on a towel on the floor. "You wanna keep going?" you asked. Eddie nodded, smiling as you kissed him again. His eyebrows raised and knit together once when started stroking him again. You leaned your foreheads together, biting your lip at his complete submission for you.

You kissed him again to soften the blow and eased him inside of you. Usually, Eddie would have wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer, but he was currently stuck. "Ohh fuck, babe," he groaned, laying his head back. You took a deep breath, adjusting to him as quickly as you could.

You would never ever tell him this, but he was the biggest you'd been with. He sat at just about 8 inches hard, and you had to adjust every time. You dug your nails into his shoulders, hanging your head and taking a deep breath. Eddie smiled softly, wishing he could touch you.

"You're beautiful," he breathed. Your head snapped up, not expecting the compliment. You smiled nervously and tentatively moved your hips. Eddie's breath hitched and you smirked to yourself. "Please move. Please, please, please make me come again," Edie pleaded. You smiled, laying on your arms on his chest. You loved that he was always willing to submit for you.

What a simp.

"I didn't even have to ask and you're begging! Such a good boy," you hummed. Eddie nodded frantically, "I am! I'm a good boy!" You sat up and supported yourself with your hands on his chest, finally moving on top of him. Eddie threw his head back, whimpering something incoherent you were too far gone yourself to care about.

"Don't fucking stop!" Eddie moaned, sounding like he was about to cry. You smiled, lightly wrapping your hand around his neck as you sped up, clenching on him at the sparks of pleasure running through your body. Eddie kept his eyes on you, a dazed smile on his face. "Y-you're so- ah! Fucking beautiful, doll," he breathed shakily, "So lucky... Mhm, so lucky to have you."

You bit your lip to try and contain your own sounds. Eddie sighed, shaking his head, "C-can I hear you? Don't hide your pretty voice," he begged.

You were always a sucker for begging.

You shut your eyes and stopped biting your lip earning a triumphant smile from Eddie. "Fuck, you're lucky I love you," you breathed. Eddie tilted his head up to you, silently begging for a kiss. You smiled, kissing him and keeping a steady pace with your hips. Eddie moaned desperately into the kisses, trying to keep his breathing under control and clearly struggling. He squirmed under you, wrists turning red from the cuffs as he was reduced to a trembling, blushing mess.

You sped up your hips, accidentally letting out a few noises that were absolute music to Eddie's ears. You dragged your nails down his body, edging him closer. Perfect.

Eddie's dick twitched in anticipation as he drew closer. You shook your head, refusing his release. "You don't get to cum until I say so. Understood?" Eddie's eyes widened but he nodded frantically anyway. "Yesyesyes just please don't stop! Mm-!" he moaned out.

He ground his hips, desperately trying to get more friction. "Please... fuck!" he whined, hiding his face in his arms that were still bound above his head. You grabbed his face forcing him to make eye contact, squeezing his cheeks. "Nu-uh," you leaned over him, "I wanna see your pretty face when you fall apart just for me," you whispered in his ear.

Eddie swallowed hard and eyed your body. "That's my good boy," you smiled, continuing your quick pace on his dick. Eddie panted heavily, his chest heaving with a fucked-out expression on his face. "Oh my god, baby, you feel so good," he moaned breathlessly.

You tensed up and gasped as he hit your g-spot making Eddie cry out helplessly. "F-f-f-fuck! I can't- M-mommy please!" he moaned loudly. You reached up and undid the cuffs, allowing him to sit up and grab you. Eddie immediately pulled you into a kiss, moaning into it. "Please don't stop," he breathed. You bit your lip and chuckled, bracing yourself with your hand on his neck before continuing to ride him.

The new position brought him deeper into you and you tossed your head back with a groan. Eddie moaned, grinding his hips up and gripping your waist tightly. He pulled your shirt off to finally be able to see all of you. Eddie thought you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. Your skin shimmered with a thin layer of sweat and your eyes were blown wide with lust while you took him for all he was worth.

"I'm so fucking close. I want you to make me cum! Please let me?" Eddie moaned, begging for release. You smiled, gripping his shoulders to fuck him harder, driving you both closer to the edge. "I-I can't take it! It's too much! Fuck!" Eddie cried, gripping the sheets beside him so tight he thought they would rip. Feeling his cock twitch in anticipation, you placed your hand on his cheek, "Do it. Cum for me, darling."

You gazed down at him, and he stared back with hooded eyes clouded with pleasure. "Fuckfuckfuckfuck mommy do it! Make me cum. Make me fuckin' cum!" Eddie cried, his voice cracking while his hips stuttered, and his back arched beautifully as he came.

He tilted his head back with a silent scream, wrapped up in pleasure. His ringed fingers shook when he grabbed at your hips, letting out the prettiest sounds you'd ever heard. Spouting moans and cries, babbling words of praise broken with shaky breaths. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hiding your face in his shoulder as you moaned breathlessly, coming right after him.

You panted heavily, slowly pulling back to look at each other. Eddie smiled goofily, brushing his thumbs along your cheekbones. He pressed a kiss to your lips, smiling against you. You ran a hand through his hair, making a fake disgusted face and wiping it on his shoulder.

Eddie snorted and rolled his eyes, "Yeah, I know. You're sweaty too you know." You laughed and hugged him close to you. Eddie smiled to himself, wrapping his arms around you. You slowly pulled apart from each other, Eddie rubbing your stomach gently while you lay down.

"Eds, I'm not pregnant. I don't know what you're doing," you laughed. He shrugged cheekily, "You never know. Wouldn't be too bad would it?" he replied.

You smiled gently, "No, it wouldn't. It would be cool to graduate first though." Eddie scoffed in agreement and traced an imaginary line from your stomach to your chest.

"W-... Would you actually be, like, okay with having kids with me?" Eddie stuttered. You nodded, twisting his rings around his fingers. "Really?" he asked.

You smiled, "Well, yeah," you shrugged, "I love you; you love me. I don't see why we wouldn't."

Eddie got the biggest smile on his face, and he threw himself on top of you, setting his head on your stomach. You laughed, patting his head as he stared at your tummy. "Is it bad that I hope you get pregnant?" Eddie mumbled. You smiled, "Nah, a guy can dream. And I hate to burst your bubble, but I have to pee and I'm on the pill," you said. Eddie whined but let you get up anyway.

After you finished up in the bathroom and had cleaned up a bit, you leaned on the bedroom doorframe still buck ass naked with a sly smirk.

"So, what were your plans for those other toys?"

small a/n: i'm sorry this was so long lol i'll try to keep the other ones shorter, but i'm a sucker for over detailing. let me know if you want to be on the taglist! :)

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Sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)

Ch. Three - Cool Dog What Breed?

summary: halloween falls on hawkins and someone finally returns to school. pairing: eddie munson x fem!goth!mayfield!reader cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, unfortunate use of y/n, me projecting some more, language, mentions of abuse, billy hargrove, billy's dad, bullying, fat shaming, cute shit -i think that's all- author's note: i run out of ideas for content warnings every second of the day lmaoo. i was struggling with these. anyways love you <3

<< Part 2 --- Part 4 >>

Halloween was Y/n's favorite holiday. She always loved an excuse to look weird. After finishing her makeup, she went to look in her closet. She moved the tapestry that hung in the closet doorway and turned on the light to search through her clothes. She threw on her outfit and an oversized black jacket before deciding it was good enough. Y/n grabbed her bag and walked down the hall and straight into the bathroom. Messing with her hair until it was a good and proper mess, she smiled to herself and walked into the dining room for breakfast.

Y/n's stepdad made a face when she walked in but went back to reading the newspaper. "Hey, man," she greeted Max, ruffling her hair. Max smiled, eating her cereal.

"Y/n, I know it's Halloween and all, but do you think you might try and look a little more... n-normal?" her mother asked, walking into the kitchen with a sigh. Y/n rolled her eyes, "Ma, I'm going to dress how I want to. I don't care if people don't like it. Screw 'em," she replied, biting into her Eggo, and following Billy and Max out the front door. Billy passed her his lighter and they were on their way.

Y/n tapped her nails on the Zippo, wondering if kids dressed up here like they used to in California. Her wonders were answered when Billy swerved into the parking lot that had no costumes in sight going in or out of either school.

Guess they save them for later. Y/n thought.

She went into the school and straight to her locker. Students stared at her as she walked through the halls, some whispering or giving her dirty looks. Y/n shrugged, grabbed her books, and walked into first period and into the same seat from the day before. Nancy gave her a smile and turned around to talk.

"Hey! Cool makeup!" she said.

Y/n smiled and thanked her, waving at Robin and Samantha who were sitting by a guy she didn't see the day before. He had long brown curly hair that came down to his shoulders, wearing mostly black with some band t-shirt on with his feet propped up on the desk.

The boy stared at her between the two girls he was talking to. Samantha looked behind her when she noticed he wasn't paying attention to the conversation. She sent him an amused smile when she saw he was staring down Y/n as she chatted with Nancy.

"So, you gonna go talk to her or just stare like a creep?" Samantha asked, turning back to the boy in front of her. "Huh?" he replied, still staring at the black-haired girl across the room. Robin looked over her shoulder and smirked. "She'd never go for him. No way," Robin said, shaking her head. Samantha snickered.

"Why wouldn't she?" the boy asked, now interested in what they had to say.

"Eddie, come on. She's actually pretty cool. I feel like she wouldn't want to hang around you unless in small doses," Robin replied.

Eddie crossed his arms and glanced at the girl again.

"I didn't even know we had a new girl!" Eddie huffed, "Would've been nice to know," he added.

"Munson! Feet down and eyes front!" the teacher called so he could start class. Eddie rolled his eyes, dropping his feet. He kept sneaking glances at the new girl who caught his attention. Here's this girl, brand new to Hawkins, showing up in all black in platforms with black hair and dark makeup you only see on metal bands. How could he not find her interesting?

Class dragged on with Eddie continuing to stare, and Y/n continuing not to notice. The girl slipped off her jacket, causing Eddie's eyes to widen at the art littering her arms.

Tattoos.

Eddie Munson's weakness.

Eddie set his cheek on his hand with a dreamy smile. Robin would've sworn he had hearts in his eyes. He tried to discreetly lean to see the ink on her back but failed to do so before the bell rang.

He sighed in defeat. Eddie didn't have big enough balls to approach her and was hoping he could just see her again in another class.

Y/n entered her second period, smiling at Robin and Nancy who beat her there. "Y/n! Settle something for me," Nancy said, calling her attention. Y/n hummed, agreeing to help out. "So, I have this friend... he's kind of a loner, sits by himself, you know? But we're friends! And there's this Halloween party tonight and I think he's going to come because Steve and I and our friends are going and I think if we all go, he's going to want to go so he won't miss out on the fun! But Steve says Jonathan isn't going to care if we're all there or not. What do you think?" Nancy asked.

Y/n nodded, thinking. "I mean if he goes or not won't really affect the night. So, either way, I don't think it matters. If the guy's antisocial then he's antisocial. Can't do much about it," she replied, shrugging. Nancy saw her point and decided she would end the Jonathan concept with a bet on who would be right.

"Are you going?" Nancy asked. "Where?" Y/n replied. Nancy gave her a deadpan look. "To the party!" Nancy said.

Y/n stared at her with wide clueless eyes. Nancy sighed in defeat.

"Y/n, the Halloween party Tina's throwing tonight," she said. Y/n thought for a second before she remembered what they were talking about. Her face lit up in realization, earning a laugh from Nancy.

"Uh, I don't know man. I didn't even know there was one," Y/n said slowly. Nancy gripped her hand with a sly smile on her face.

"You're coming." Well, it's decided then!

Y/n shrugged and agreed on the condition that she got to ride along with Nancy and Steve. Y/n didn't feel like going to a party with Billy ass her ride because then she would end up having to walk home and that was for losers.

Y/n was not a loser.

Nancy was okay with it, so Y/n was okay to go. The teacher got up and started his lesson, offering candies to kids who got the answers right. Y/n, really just starved for candy, raised her hand every time. Even if she didn't know the answer. Still, she tried. Nancy gave her an amused look on the way out of the classroom at her carrying all her candies in her jacket with a satisfied smile. Y/n was content. She had food and all it took was playing a guessing game. She smiled like a goof all the way to the music room.

Y/n sat down in a different spot closer to the rest of the class that all sat in a big clump in the center of the chairs the music teacher had set up. Robin was doing some test in another class, so Y/n didn't expect to see her in third that day. She pulled out a little Hershey's bar and popped it in her mouth, doing a little dance as she ate it. She looked up in confusion when someone came in and ran right back out of the classroom.

Eddie Munson was currently freaking out in the hallway. Him and Y/n had the same third period. Music. Even better! Eddie loved music. He could roll with that. There was still a possibility that she was in his lunch or the last classes of the day, but the fact that she was in the same class right now was mind-blowing. Eddie took a deep breath, fluffed up his hair, and walked with fake confidence back into the music room. His heart almost melted at Y/n bopping to herself in her seat just because she had some candy. Eddie smiled to himself, hiding his grin behind his hair while he sat in the end seat in the row she was sitting in.

"Okay, uh... Hey! I'm Eddie. You're pretty. Wait- no. That's so stupid, what the fuck?" Eddie mumbled to himself. "What's up? I'm Eddie. I've never seen you here before," he whispered, mumbling curses and other various insults to himself. He was not smooth at all. The number of times Eddie had talked to a pretty girl successfully had yet to reach double digits. People just thought he was weird. Girls especially.

Eddie glanced over at her every five seconds. He was trying his best to be stealthy he really was. Was it working? Absolutely not...

A couple of the guys that sat in that class noticed his behavior and decided to call him out on it. "Hey, Munson! You got a new victim to stalk or are you just tweaking?" the random dickhead laughed. Eddie rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, looking like a toddler in time out.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows, confusion clear on her face. "What's your issue, man?" she asked the dick two rows up. He scoffed, "That freak's been staring at you all class. You probably would've noticed if you weren't pigging out on candy." Y/n sent him a bored expression and sighed, "Alright brother. My love for candy has nothing to do with you overcompensating for your tiny cock and balls." Eddie let out a loud "ha!" before covering his mouth. "Whatever. You're probably both freaky psychos," the tiny penis man sneered. "Hey, you got a cool dog. What breed is it?" Y/n asked the asshole's friend.

The music teacher butt in before they could fight anymore with a warning and started class. Eddie took that as his chance. He quietly slid down the row until he sat a seat away from Y/n. "Thank's for that," he whispered. She smiled at her notebook and looked up at him. "No biggie. Dude was acting a fool," Y/n replied. Eddie snickered and pretended to pay attention to take notes in his own book.

Y/n snuck a peek at his book and smiled to herself at what he was actually writing. Eddie had drawn a stick figure with long hair and a guitar with lightning coming out of it. "Is that for monsters or something?" Y/n whispered, pointing out the lightning bolts with her pencil. Eddie looked up at her and down at her notes. He twirled his pen and drew another little stick figure on the corner of her page. Y/n laughed and drew a smiley face on his paper. They went back and forth until class ended. Eddie quickly drew an arrow pointing to the stick figure he drew on her paper and put Eddie in his messy handwriting.

"Who's Eddie?" Y/n laughed.

Eddie stood up with a flourish before motioning to himself. Y/n giggled and stood up after shoving her books into her bag.

"Well, go ahead and name that smiley face Y/n for me," she said. "That's you?" Eddie asked like he didn't already know. Y/n nodded, starting to walk out of class. "See ya, Eddie."

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Sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)

Ch. Two - Stev

summary: the day drags on at school and tensions are high between our oldest step-siblings. pairing: eddie munson x fem!goth!mayfield! reader warnings: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, unfortunate use of y/n, me projecting my love of corn, language, mentions of abuse, billy hargrove, very light bullying -i think that's all- author's note: these parts are coming out so fast omg. I have pretty much the whole story written already I just need to put it on tumblr with all the extra stuff and whatever. am so excited for this one. love you <3

<<Part 1 --- Part 3>>

Y/n was afraid of third period. It was the only class she didn't have with Nancy so far, and it was the only class she could potentially be embarrassed in. Needless to say, she was nervous.

She tried to hide and walk in the room, but the teacher saw her.

Of course, he did.

Thankfully, he didn't make her introduce herself and let her pick a seat anywhere. Y/n sat down swiftly in the emptiest part of the room. She pulled out a book and used her bangs as a cover for her face. Thank God this class was the shortest. She jumped as someone sat down directly next to her and tapped her shoulder.

Y/n slowly peeked out of her hair at the person.

"Robin! Thank fuck! I was so worried I would be by myself!" Y/n exclaimed, putting her book back in her bag. Robin laughed and took a peek at the book Y/n just put away.

"You like Stephen King?" Robin asked.

Y/n nodded with a big smile. "Me too! We should read one together! That would be cool," Robin said.

Y/n agreed and with that, Robin started rapidly talking to her about literally anything and everything. That day ended up being more of a free day than an actual class and Robin looked at Y/n's schedule.

"Nice! We have first through third, lunch, and gym together!" Robin said.

"That's good, man. I hate gym! I've been faking ankle injuries for years," Y/n said, pulling a rolled-up ace bandage from her bag. Robin covered her mouth and laughed, "You gotta teach me that one," she said, giving it back and offering Y/n some headphones.

"Wanna listen to music with me?" Robin asked, a crooked smile on her lips. Y/n nodded, putting the headphones on and leaving one off her ear to talk some more. Robin did the same before popping a Fleetwood Mac tape into the Walkman. Y/n unconsciously bopped along to the music as they talked. The bell interrupted them mid chat about one of Y/n's tattoos, but they kept it going in the halls. Y/n tossed her bag into her locker and grabbed her jacket before following Robin to the lunchroom.

Y/n passed the lunch lady five dollars and smiled when she was given extra corn and another biscuit.

"Ah, hey. I gotta sit with the band kids today. It's some, like, unspoken rule that on game days you have to sit together. We can sit together tomorrow!" Robin spoke. Y/n smiled and nodded, nudging Robin's shoulder, and sitting down with Nancy, a few random people and that guy from before.

"Wassup, wassup," Y/n greeted, sitting across from Nancy and the hair man. They all greeted her, and hair dude introduced himself first.

"I'm Steve Harrington," he said, expecting some kind of reaction like everyone else so he could say no and stay loyal to Nancy. "Y/n," she replied simply, shaking his hand before fist-bumping him. Steve stared a little wide-eyed at her. He liked her already.

"So, what's with all the corn? Where did you get extra food from?!" the girl sitting next to her, Samantha, asked, noticing she had two of almost everything.

"Paid the lunch lady. It worked in Cali," Y/n shrugged, taking a spoonful of corn and humming in satisfaction. Steve and Nancy smiled at their trays trying not to laugh at her. "I like corn, dude!" Y/n laughed, triggering the table's laughter loose. They were interrupted by two guys coming up to the table and standing behind Y/n.

"Yo! Freak!" the shortest of the two, Tommy H, spoke first. Billy didn't say anything, just glared down at his stepsister. Y/n took another bite of food, dusted off her skirt, and turned in her seat. The boys had little smirks on their faces at their height over hers until she stood up. Tommy's face dropped as she stood over them both, looking down at them.

"I want you to repeat that," Y/n said nonchalantly.

"Uh, what?" Tommy laughed nervously.

"Repeat what you said! I didn't hear it the first time," she replied cheerfully, earning snickers from Steve. "Billy just had a question for you," Tommy mumbled. Billy stared at her blankly before holding his hand out. "Oh! My bad," Y/n laughed, pulling some money from her bra and giving it to Billy. "Have fun, make friends! Don't spend it all in one place!" she said, waving as they walked away. "I carry our lunch money. He can't keep track of it," Y/n rolled her eyes playfully.

"Who is that by the way? He's been here five minutes and he's already acting like top dog!" Another girl, Anna, asked. "Oh, that's Billy. He's my dumbass stepbrother. Yeah, he's used to being popular, so I guess no point in starting over," Y/n said.

The rest of Y/n's school day was filled with the same routine. Walk in, introduce herself and feel like an idiot, talk to one of her new friends, take notes, and grab catch-up work. Y/n sighed in relief at the last bell and walked out to Billy's car. He was already there and smoking a cigarette. Max was rolling down the hill, meeting the two at the car. Y/n with her arms in the window and prepping another joint, and Billy still smoking without a care in the world.

"Hey, pissant," Y/n greeted, "Hey, Ace," Max smirked at Y/n's fake glare.

"Can we go?!" Billy shouted.

Y/n opened up the car door, allowing Max to jump in the backseat. Y/n glanced around before licking the paper and rolling it up the rest of the way. She flopped into the passenger seat and leaned into Billy's light he had opened and ready for her. She coughed a little as she inhaled and rasped out a "sick!" as Metallica blasted through the speakers.

Y/n was squinting and humming to the music in the car as Billy and Max started yelling at each other. "Yo! Yo! HEY!" Y/n yelled over them, "Shh. You are so loud and for why?" she said quietly.

Billy rolled his eyes and swung the car into the arcade parking lot. Y/n and Max both got out, Max flipping Billy off as he drove away, and Y/n traipsing inside behind her. Two middle school boys ran up to the doors but didn't go in. They watched the two girls play different machines, "Is that Y/n?" Dustin asked, pointing to the girl in all black.

Lucas shrugged, putting up his binoculars to see Y/n leaned on the machine lazily playing Ms. Pac-Man. "Yep. That's her," Lucas said. Dustin's eyes widened and he pressed his face to the glass again. "No way!" he exclaimed watching her play with a bored expression on her face.

Dustn took a second to look at Y/n while Lucas oggled Max. There weren't many (if any) goth people in Hawkins, so her look was definitely new to them.

Dustin liked it.

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sweetheart - (eddie munson x reader)

Ch. Sixteen - Eddie’s Girl

summary: eddie finally gets the balls to ask y/n the question he’d been avoiding for months

cw: 18+ (minors dni) this is obnoxiously long, unfortunate use of y/n, afab!reader (i’ve been meaning to put this one in) language, fluff, like tooth rotting fluff, mentions bruises left from abuse, billy’s dad, implied smut at the end -i think that’s all-

author’s note: it’s been such a long time omg sorry it took me so long to upload this but a ton of shit got in my way and i haven’t had the time to do much but edit the chapters i already wrote or uploaded. but this one is out finally soerrr enjoy it lol love you <3

<<Part 15 --- Part 17>>

Eddie woke up to an empty bed the next morning much to his dismay. He groaned, running his hands down his face. He got up, went to the bathroom, and put on some pajama pants before deciding to try and find something to eat. “Morning!” Y/n chirped, flipping over an omelet in a pan. Wayne lifted up his mug in greeting and smiled up at Y/n when she served him his breakfast.

“Thank you, dolly,” Wayne said, sipping his coffee before cutting into his omelet. Y/n smiled sweetly at Eddie and took the pan back to the stove. Eddie followed and leaned on the counter next to her. He was silent for once as he watched her and looked her up and down. Dark purple love bites showed down the side of her neck and just under the collar of the shirt she was wearing that she stole from Eddie’s closet. A faded Dio shirt and a pair of black shorts she also obviously stole. Eddie glanced at Wayne who pointed between him and Y/n and gave him a thumbs up. Eddie smiled and flipped him off, making Wayne chuckle and take a drink of coffee.

Eddie came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “I thought you left,” he mumbled. Y/n smiled, whisking the eggs and mushrooms in a bowl.

“No, I wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye. Also, I like it here, why would I leave?” She asked, smiling at him sitting on her shoulder. Eddie grinned and let her go to grab a plate from the cupboard. Y/n poured the omelet mixture into the pan and watched it. This just confirmed what Eddie was hoping was the truth: Y/n liked him too. Why else would she have stayed?

Eddie furrowed his eyebrows and took her arm, staring at the dark purple bruises on her wrist. They contrasted so brightly against her skin he was surprised he didn’t see them before. He stuck out his bottom lip, gently running his finger over them. Y/n raised an eyebrow at him, “You good?” She asked.

Eddie blinked and nodded, still carefully examining the blotches of purple and yellowed skin. Y/n bruised like a peach, but Billy always loved to leave his mark.

“What, uh… what happened?” He asked, rubbing soft circles on them. Y/n shrugged nonchalantly, plating Eddie’s breakfast for him.

“Billy was pissed we were hanging out again. It’s nothing new, don’t worry,” she said, kissing his cheek and moving to the fridge. Eddie closed his eyes with a sigh, and he cut into his omelet.

“It’s onions you don’t like right?” Y/n asked. Eddie smirked and nodded; his cheeks red at the fact she remembered. Y/n grinned and gave him a thumbs up. She poured herself a glass of apple juice, smiling at him over the rim of the cup. Eddie squinted and shook his head, “Behave,” he mouthed.

Y/n bit her lip and shrugged cheekily, prancing off to his room. Wayne leaned back in his chair, watching her until she closed the door behind her.

“So… how long has that been goin on?” He asked his nephew, smiling suggestively. Eddie smiled, poking at the last bite of his breakfast. “About twelve hours. You know, Wayne, I-I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this way about someone before. It’s soon, I know, but…” Eddie trailed off, turning red up to his ears. Wayne smiled, patting the table across from him. Eddie sat down, scooting in close and waiting for Wayne’s words of wisdom.

“Just be careful, Ed. Treat her good. You know better than anyone how easy something can hit rock bottom. I know you like her a lot, I can tell she likes you a whole lot too. Just take care of her. Keep her safe… Watch out for her. Okay, son?” Wayne asked, nodding at him.

Eddie smiled, looked at his bedroom door and nodded. “I will… I promise I will,” he said. Wayne smiled, pat Eddie’s shoulder and stood up, wiping his hands on a paper towel. He closed the blinds and set up his bed, bidding Eddie a goodnight before he got comfy for a nap. Eddie took a breath before going back to his room where Y/n had been hiding out.

She was laying in his bed against the wall, apple juice still in hand as she read a random book she found on his nightstand. “Hey…” Eddie said, grabbing her foot and wiggling it. Y/n snickered, turning the page in his copy of The Hobbit.

“You like The Hobbit?” Eddie asked, crawling over to lay beside her.

Y/n smiled and shrugged, “I don’t know, I’m only one chapter in. I’ll let you know when I decide,” she said.

Eddie laid his head on her shoulder, reading the pages that he practically had memorized at this point. Y/n wrapped her arm around him, letting him lean into her side and hug her tight. Y/n ran her fingers through his hair, making him let out a content hum as he shut his eyes.

“Will you read to me?” Eddie mumbled. Y/n giggled, hummed a ‘sure,’ and started the next paragraph.

“And of course they did none of these dreadful things, and everything was cleaned and put away safe as quick as lightning, while the hobbit was turning round and round in the middle of the kitchen trying to see what they were doing. Then they went back and found Thorin with his feet on the fender smoking a pipe. He was blowing the most enormous smoke-rings, and wherever he told one to go, it went…”

Eddie smiled softly to himself, burying his face in her shoulder. “Is Wayne asleep?” Y/n asked when she finished the page. Eddie nodded, a sleepy ‘mhm’ coming from him. Y/n grinned and put the book on the table before she threw her leg over him and straddled him, sitting on his stomach. Eddie smiled; his eyes still closed as he trailed his hands up her thighs to take her hands.

“We can’t be doin’ that right now, babe… He’s right out there… it’s Saturday,” Eddie mumbled, rubbing circles into her hands with his thumbs. Y/n smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to a hickey she left on his collarbone.

“No sex! I just wanna kiss for a bit…” Y/n said, leaning down and pressing her lips to his. Eddie smiled, sliding his hand into her hair as he kissed her back. They made out lazily in his bed. Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck while she was seated in his lap. Eddie ran his hands up her back, rubbing calming paths up and down her spine. Eddie groaned softly, peeking an eye open before he wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over until she was lying beside him. Y/n giggled, looking into his big brown eyes. Eddie smiled softly, brushing his hand across her cheek. Y/n’s eyebrows twitched, seeing that he looked deep in thought as he stared at her.

“What?” She smiled.

Eddie squinted, “W-what does this mean?” He stuttered. Y/n tilted her head like a confused puppy, simply not understanding what he was asking.

“Like, what does this mean for us?” Eddie repeated. Y/n shrugged, very lightly pinching his wrist. She wanted him to ask her. She needed him to ask her. Just… really quickly ask her out. Even if he said something like, “You wanna just keep having sex?” That would be fine too! Though Y/n would really like to be his girlfriend. She could only imagine by the way he treated her as a friend how much better he would treat her as a partner.

“What do you want it to mean?” Y/n asked, smiling softly at him. Eddie bit his lip, hesitating before pulling her impossibly close, not wanting to pop the bubble they’d surrounded themselves with. They both had it in their heads that talking about what they were doing meant that everything had to change, and they didn’t like change. But Eddie’s been told before that sometimes the change was good. That the change didn’t always mean that everything was going bad. Just a new road to go down.

But Eddie was scared. He really liked this girl, and he was afraid if he told her how he felt, asking her out, everything would change. And he didn’t figure for the better.

“W-well, I don’t know, I guess…” Eddie trailed, “I mean… if I asked you to go out with me, like be my girl and stuff… would you say yes?” He mumbled, clenching his fist in her shirt nervously.

Y/n smiled and nodded, tossing her arm over him, and snuggling into him. “Yes?” Eddie asked excitedly. Y/n giggled, “Yes, Eddie, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Eddie��s face broke out into a huge grin and he pulled her forward, pressing his lips to hers again. Y/n smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck as his went around her waist. He let Y/n break the kiss first but set his forehead on hers to ground himself.

Y/n smiled, soothing her thumb across his cheekbone. “You okay, pretty boy?” She giggled.

Eddie grinned and hummed, afraid that if he opened his eyes it would all go away. That none of it was real and he was dreaming. That she wasn’t real. But, as if to prove him wrong, Y/n snuggled closer to him, kissing his neck as she nestled as close as she could get.

Eddie drove Y/n home around dinner time, and she made sure they held hands the whole drive. He drew imaginary circles over the back of her hand, listening to her mindlessly talk about something Robin said in gym class.

Eddie walked her up to the door after parking the van in the street. “So… I could pick you up on Monday? For school, I mean,” Eddie said, twirling his hair around his finger. Y/n smiled, looking at her feet but shook her head.

“I wish I could. I gotta be there for Max…” she said with a sad smile.

Eddie snapped and tapped his foot, “Damn… I forgot about him. Fucking shithead. Keeping me away from you,” he giggled.

Y/n laughed and nodded, mumbling ‘yeah, such a shithead’ before Billy stomped out onto the porch. He glowered at them, pushed past Eddie and went straight to his car.

Y/n ran a hand through her hair with a sigh, “I should probably go inside… I’ll see you soon, okay?” She said, standing on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. Eddie smiled and pulled her into a hug. He leaned back and gave her a peck on the lips in goodbye, not missing the surprised look on her face.

“Are we good?” He asked.

Y/n nodded, “Better than good. Bye, love,” she said, stepping inside.

“Bye, babe,” Eddie replied, walking back to his van. Y/n smiled and shut the door, laying her back against it and biting her lip. She covered her face with her hands and giggled into her palms.

“Why are you so happy,” Y/n’s stepdad Neil sneered from his spot on the couch. Y/n’s mom Susan sat next to him with genuine interest in her daughter’s happiness.

“Oh, nothing! I just like it here,” Y/n said, waltzing back into her room. Neil rolled his eyes and turned back to the TV.

Monday morning Y/n walked into first period with a sigh. She almost didn’t do her makeup that morning since she had absolutely no motivation, but she liked making other people uncomfortable with the way she looked.

Eddie was there early that morning for one and he was waiting for her in the chair behind hers. They didn’t get much of a chance to talk because Mr. Mundy called Y/n up to his desk to talk about her grades on the last couple of tests. Once she finally caved and agreed to tutoring from Chrissy Cunningham, class started. Eddie was disappointed but he still got to see her. After class Eddie had a deal, so again, he didn’t get to talk to her. He would just have to watch from afar…

He sighed, leaning against his van and smoking a cigarette during what was supposed to be study hall. Eddie blew out smoke, deciding to sit in the back end of the van and read whatever Stephen King novel Y/n forgot in there.

The second the bell rang, Y/n jumped up from her seat and booked it to the science wing where she knew Eddie would be. And there he was. Digging around in his locker for his history book that was wedged in pretty good with all the other stuff that got shoved in.

“Munson!” Y/n hissed, meeting him at his locker. Eddie smiled down at her, his heart rate picking up when he saw her. “Hey you! I’ve been meaning to call you,” he said, tossing another book in his messy locker.

Y/n ignored her flaming cheeks and smiled, reaching in to pry his history textbook out for him.

“Oh! Thanks!” Eddie laughed, covering his mouth when he snorted.

Y/n giggled, pulling the book away and out of his reach as he reached for it so he could go crawl into a hole and die. “What do I get in return for this act of pure kindness?” she smirked, hugging the book to her chest. “You don’t do anything out of pure kindness, babe,” Eddie replied.

“Just kiss me,” she sighed, leaning up and kissing him.

Eddie smiled, pulling her closer by the belt loop. He was still floored by the fact that she wanted to kiss him like this. On her own. Not because of a dare, not to make a joke of him, but because she wanted to. In front of everyone. Y/n pulled back, setting their foreheads together and scratching the stubble on his jaw. Eddie grinned, placing his hands on her hips.

Of course, the moment had to be ruined by something…

“Okay, lovebirds, let’s get to class!” Mrs. Click said, waving at them to move on. “Come on!” She urged shooing them. Eddie rolled his eyes and stood up straight before he grabbed Y/n’s hands and started walking towards their fourth period. Y/n pulled him to a stop once they rounded the corner with a sinister smile on her face.

“I was thinking of skipping… maybe check out the back of your van?” She giggled, lacing their fingers together and biting her lip to seal the deal. Eddie’s eyes widened and he smiled widely, “You’re a succubus,” he laughed, but still pulled her towards the back parking lot where his van was parked.

“You don’t seem too upset by that,” Y/n said. Eddie turned to her with a huge grin.

“Why would I when I’ve got the prettiest girl in Hawkins for a girlfriend?”

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small author’s note: hey y’all it’s been the longest time omgg I’ve just been really busy with theater and work and school and all kinds of stuff just gross icky shit. But I’m back okie? I say that every time but i mean it for real. Ok love you <3

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