#and then eddie is a vampire but like. got turned maybe a year or two ago yk

[richhietozier]

very vaguely working on a buffy the vampire slayer au fic rn (that i think will be centered around steddie) where nancy is the slayer, eddie is a vampire, and steve, robin, and jonathan are nancy’s scooby gang

[psychotic-nonsense]

"I'm sorry."

It's the first thing Steve says after everything.

After getting Vecna Cursed. After nearly dying. After a hallucination of Eddie saved him. After running through a looped forest. After finding sanctuary in Steve's memory of that Starcourt bathroom. After Eddie reveals himself as Eddie.

It's the only thing he can think of. It's not big enough to fit everything, but it's the only thing that fits in his mouth.

"Don't be."

Maybe that's the only thing Eddie can think of too. The only thing Eddie can bear to say.

Because don't be can't stop Steve's eyes from watering when he sees the vest in his closet. Don't be can't stop Steve's feet from dragging him to the cemetery every evening to clean Eddie's graffiti-covered tombstone. Don't be can't stop Steve from sitting beside Wayne and listening to him talk about the Eddie he remembers. Don't be can't stop Eddie's body from showing up in Steve's dreams, nor Eddie's corpse from his nightmares. Don't be couldn't keep the pain away enough, didn't stop Vecna from latching onto it while Steve was walking alone in the woods.

Don't be isn't enough for what Steve wants to hear. But even stuck here waiting, hoping, for someone to get Steve out, there just isn't enough time.

"I miss you."

"...Why?"

Eddie says it back so quickly, so quietly, like it's just unfathomable to him. Maybe it is, considering their last memories. But their eyes meet and he looks just as sad, just as longing, as Steve.

"You were my friend."

Steve can't help but say it like that. Like they were friends for years instead of days. Like Eddie was that important to him in their final moments. Like his heart really aches for Eddie every second of the apocalypse.

Can't help but say it like he means it.

"I wish we could've had more time..."

Steve's voice cracks a little there as he turns away, hiding. It's all he wants. It's all Vecna used to entice him with. It's all that's keeping him going, to finally fulfill the last request Eddie made. It's all he has left to feel close to Eddie.

The Eddie that's sitting right next to him, silent, his sight weighing on Steve's skin. Conscious and aware and the real Eddie. Trapped in Vecna's head as a backup power source, yet who still risked everything to come save Steve. Who Steve will never see again because killing Vecna means killing Eddie for good, and his heart doesn't want it, is begging for another solution...

But for once, his broken head overpowers his shattered heart.

"Maybe we did."

Eddie takes Steve's hand. Meets Steve's surprised look with his own small smile of hope. They're both suddenly tearing up, eyes glistening with life in this gray stall.

"Maybe in another world, we got a second first chance. A first second chance. Maybe even a third, or fourth. Maybe in a different life, we had everything we wanted. Because you, Steve Harrington, are too good for me to be doomed to meet just once."

And for a moment, Steve sees it. Feels it. Versions of them connected through the universe.

Little kids playing in the lake. One with bruised skin and shaved hair, loud but unfathomably lonely. One with a bruised heart and soft eyes, timid but stubbornly hopeful.

A rockstar with glittering chains, center stage in the spotlight. A set of eyes in the crowd or behind the curtain, watching only him.

A werewolf and a vampire, two cryptids of horror, meeting in the dead of a full moon night to feel safe with the only other one who understands.

A future where they won, where the only death was the one that mattered. A process of healing and learning, coming home to a family every single day.

A world without pain, without their hell, where two high schoolers found freedom from their shackles and company in each other. Hiding away together in the dark corners of the town.

Steve even sees other versions of them. Versions that he knows were originally never supposed to meet, yet forces so much greater than them pulled them together.

A metalhead drug dealer, constantly getting into trouble with one nail-bat-weilding cop.

A criminal's fugitive nature leading him to a rugged trailer park, and the dangerous owner within one such home.

An eccentric king in an old coliseum, always choosing one particular warrior as his champion.

A young programmer being pulled away from his work by sobs above his apartment, running upstairs to check on the law student that recently moved in.

Two actors, finding an easy friendship in the months of filming one season of a show that would change their lives.

In that moment, Steve's overwhelmed by the closeness he suddenly feels with the soul beside him. Falling into tears, he pulls Eddie into a tight hug, holding him so so close to convey everything he can't say. Feeling Eddie hold him back, hearing everything Eddie can't say in return.

Familiar music comes on outside the stall. Robin's voice calls out to him, telling him to come home.

And when he does leave, Steve hopes that someone out there will understand that he never can. Because here in Eddie's arms is the only place that will ever truly feel like home.

"Thank you... for everything, Eddie."

Thank you, Steve. For everything and more..."

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- List of AUs, in order, after, "Versions of them connected through the universe": Childhood Friends / Rockstar!Eddie / Werewolf!Steve & Vampire!Eddie / Eddie Survives / No Upside Down & High School

- List of Multiverse Steddie AUs, in order, after, "...yet forces so much greater than them pulled them together": Eddie x Gator / Baron x Michael / Geta x Sean / Keys x Eric / Quinn and Keery

[ghost-proofbaby]

It's summer for you, winter for me. Warm me up with strawberry fluff! As always, my muse, your muse, the one and only, Eddie.

Midsummer's night, because I don't have a lot to inspire you with. I'm thinking something cute but weird? Maybe some human body softness where Eddie is a bit of a freak and we love him for it. And we're told our bodies are lovely, even when they're doing weird shit.

I lalalove youuuuu. xo Rhi

RHI!!!! <3 i adore you. thank you for this prompt - i had far too many ideas for it, but ended up on settling for this one, which coincidentally feels like the most subtle of them all? either way, it definitely turned out being the softest. give me an eddie munson who just wants to sniff me like a dog. this definitely got a bit long but i hope you enjoy, my dear <3

the smell of you

warnings: weirdos in love? idk. i have a skewed sense of what is actually weird i think. mentions of death and coffins jokingly. eddie 'manhandles' reader sort of. not edited.

wc: 2.2k+

come enjoy a sweet summer treat with me <3

“Eddie?”

The entire apartment is quiet – too quiet – as you drop your keys into the old crystal bowl on the counter. The clink resonates through the air, louder than the soft murmur of the stereo static you can hear from down the hall. 

“You dead?” you call out again, slipping off your running shoes and tossing down your headphones onto the counter as well now, “Do I need to call the coroner?” 

Your tone is lilted, teasing with airiness as you continue to wander deeper into the apartment and head straight for the room you know Eddie has to be in. Like the waves pulled by the moon, there’s an incessant string tied around one end of your soul that connects you to his, and you follow it all the way down the hallway. The bedroom door is wide open, and you can hear his mumbled yell of a response without clarity before you even cross the threshold. 

You wouldn’t have even needed him to verbally respond to find him in this tiny apartment. You two could get separated on the streets of a bustling city, of a buzzing New York sidewalk, and you still wouldn’t properly lose him. It’s more than just soul ties and his gravity that keeps you pulled to him. 

Something unspoken. Something homely. 

“Sorry, what was that?” you hum as you spy him face-down in the bed, pillow muting him by the mouthful, “Say it one more time, and this time not into the pillow.” 

When he finally properly turns over, he’s a vision. Sleep lines folded into his skin and a bit of drool in the corner of his mouth, eyes squinting in irritation not at you but the sunlight flooding in through the bedroom window. Messy hair, messy shirt, messy everything. A kind of mess you just want to collapse into currently, curling up in all that he is from the day’s exhaustion. 

He’d mentioned wanting to take a nap before you’d left for the gym. Something about the summer heat draining him, trailing off as he’d rambled about how he’d probably thrive as a vampire. 

“I said,” he huffs, sitting up, the frizz of his hair becoming a makeshift halo, “If you call the coroner, request the comfiest coffin possible.”

“Why do you need a comfy coffin if you’re already dead?” 

“You dare deny me of being buried in tempurpedic memory foam? In my hour of need?” 

You roll your eyes as you huff out a little laugh, forcing yourself to turn away from him long enough to strip out of your socks. But just as you reach down for the pieces of clothing, you catch sight of the source of that stereo static flooding the room. 

Your shared record player, spinning a blood red pressing of one of your more recent vinyl purchases. The album has been played through, but the player no longer had an automatic stop mechanism, probably from years of use. 

The center of the record is probably scratched, and Eddie knows it, from how sheepish he looks when you glance over your shoulder at him. 

“Speaking of death,” you walk over quickly, purposefully, before carefully lifting the needle and cutting the static finally, “Care to explain why you’re burning scratches into my Momento Mori vinyl?” 

“I’m sorry,” he quickly apologizes, nearly flinging himself off the bed as he scooches quickly to the end, clearly fully awake now, “I put it on and thought I’d just lay down for a quick second, but then the bed was so comfy, and I thought it wouldn’t hurt to take a quick nap, and then…” he trails off, looking up at you through his lashes with big eyes already pleading for forgiveness, “I’ll buy you a new one. Swear it.” 

It’s impossible to be mad at him when he’s looking like this, inhumanely soft and easily forgiven, “You’re lucky you’re cute, or you really would be dead.” 

He doesn’t respond with words, but instead the outstretch of his hands, fingers flexing as he beckons to you. The needle rests on its perch, the vinyl left behind to gather dust for a few extra moments, as you go straight to him. 

When his palms slip beneath your old t-shirt and meet your skin, they’re pleasantly warm. 

“You were right,” you admit as his knees spread, delegating even more room for you to stand in front of him as your hand wanders to cradle the side of his face, fingers tangling in sweaty curls from his rest. Your thumb mimics his on your own skin instinctively, tracing a large arch right up over his cheekbone, “It’s hot as balls outside.” 

“Told you so,” he murmurs, smiling softly in satisfaction as he leans lazily into your touch. 

“You did,” you agree quietly, half-entranced by his relaxed face, no sight of pride in the room currently. 

He resembles a cat as he continues to preen under your gentle hand, and you almost expect him to start purring right before you find the strength to pull away, removing his hands from where they'd wandered to your lower back. 

One swipe of his finger along your sweaty spine, and you’d remembered what your original intentions had been immediately upon getting home. 

“Wai- Where are you going?” he’s seemingly brought back down to Earth the moment he loses the pattern your thumb had been tracing, the press of your fingertips into his scalp. When he reaches back out to latch onto you again, you take a step back, “Get back here-”

“I need to shower,” you laugh, shaking your head and smacking his hands away as he continues to barter, “I’m all sweaty and smelly, let me go clean up and then we can nap togeth-” 

“You can shower after we nap,” he nearly whines, finally catching your shirt between his fingers and tugging, uncaring for if he stretches the fabric. A small price to pay to have you close to him, “C’mon, sweetheart. I know you’re just as exhausted as I am.” 

You swear you meant to take another step backwards, but somehow, you end up back between his knees, “Did you not hear me, Munson? I stink.”

“Good.” 

He doesn’t give you any time to react – in an instant, he’s throwing his face forward, burying it against your stomach as you let out a gasp and immediately try to pry him away with far too gentle of hands in his hair. 

“Eddie!”

If it were anyone else, you’d probably be mortified. But Eddie just takes a dramatic deep breath in, nose buried just shy of your belly button, and when his shoulders start to shake with muted laughter, you can’t stop the smile from breaking. Your fingers are still twisted in his hair, still pulling back in an attempt to get him away from you, but he’s resilient. 

And all your faux resistance is weak in comparison. Soon enough, you’re back to melting into him. 

Only once you’re relaxed once more, no sign of trying to pull away again any time soon as his hands once more evade the space beneath your shirt to wander up and down your sticky skin without a care in the world, does he lift his face away from you long enough to breathe and speak, “I’ll have you know – I love your stink.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious.” 

“You’re an idiot.” 

“I’m your idiot.” 

The game of banter is cut short when he goes back to pressing his nose into your clothes that surely can’t smell good. No amount of deodorant or perfume could erase that underlying stench of sweat. Hell, the shirt is still a bit moist from it all: from the walk to the gym, from your workout itself, from the walk home. It’d been through the ringer, and you’re back to tugging him away from you. 

“I refuse to believe you like how gross I smell right now,” you reinforce, eyes darting towards the bathroom connected to your master bedroom, “I promise I’ll be quick with the shower.” 

“Baby,” he fights back, wrapping his arms around you securely, no intention of losing this battle, “You remember that time we went to the fair, and you were complaining about how you were sweating, so I tried to lick your face?” 

Your nose scrunches quickly at the memory, “I do, unfortunately.”

“You really think I’d be willing to lick the sweat off your body but be afraid of you smelling a little bad while we cuddle?” his shoulders drop as he looks up at you, head tilted, almost as if amused with the conversation, “What kind of man do you take me for?” 

“The kind that gets off on annoying me.” 

His jaw drops, putting on a fake look of offense before he dramatically throws himself back onto the bed, laying flat as he makes a fist to mimic stabbing his chest, “You wound me.”

You’ve heard those words a thousand times in a hundred different ridiculous voices. You’ve seen this scene enough to have it mesmerized at this point, down to the over-exaggerated pout of his lips and the lingering of the fist against his sternum. 

You never grow tired of it. You never will. 

“Need me to kiss it better?” you joke as you prop a knee up on the bed, following the same script as always. 

And he hits his queue perfectly when he lifts his head eagerly at the expected response, wiggling his brows a bit. “Absolutely. Doctor’s orders, in fact.” 

“Great,” you see an opportunity, and take it, “I’ll get right to it, after my showe-” 

You don’t even get the final syllable of the word off your tongue before he’s clenching his thighs around your own, knees pressing hard before he wraps his legs the rest of the way around your waist to pull you in. A squeak of surprise leaves your lips as you begin to fall forward, but Eddie is quick to break the fall with ease. Catching you with his eager hands, maneuvering for you to half drop to the mattress while some of you still lands atop of him. 

He has you right where he wants you, turning his head to be face to face with you, noses nearly brushing, “Unfortunately, the doc said you have to kiss it better now, or else you’ll be comfy coffin shopping.” 

“A fatal wound?” you gasp, nearly mocking him. It doesn’t offend him – if anything, his boyish grin only grows wider, “First, I’m smelly-”

“Again, I like when you’re smelly.”

“-And then I inflict a fatal wound upon my lover? Oh, how dare I.”

Slowly, all your insecurity of how you currently smell is simply fading. The entire ordeal has become an art of childlike, whimsical jokes – and Eddie is an artist. A professional at the dance, locked and loaded with his incomparable skill set equipped for disarming you this way. The ability to make someone feel loved, imperfections and weirdness aside. 

He likes you, even when you claim you don’t smell your best. And you like him, even when his hair is tangled beyond recognition and one of his socks is half-hanging off his foot from a nap.

You like him when he’s embarrassing you in public, tongue chasing after you with the threat of licking your sweat away, and he likes you when all you can do in response is a weak palm to his chest (that isn’t even making an effort to push him away) as you giggle relentlessly. 

You like each other on the good days, the bad days, the weird days. 

Disarmed entirely, you don’t even notice when his face conveniently slots itself far too close to your armpit as you two scooch further up into the bed. You’re more occupied with the way your legs tangle up, toeing each other’s socks off properly as he slings a heavy arm across your torso. 

“We’re gonna have to wash the sheets,” you mumble, exhaustion catching up as the two of you finally settle. 

He hums absentmindedly, nuzzling into your skin a bit further as he makes himself comfortable. “And wash away your sweet, sweet stink? I don’t think so, sweetheart.” 

“Oh, fuck off,” you laugh, unbothered as your fingers start to trail up and down his back over the t-shirt, smoothing out wrinkles along the way, “I’m serious. We need to change them soon anyways, I think I got crumbs in the bed the other night with those crackers.” 

“Bury me in the crumbs of all your midnight snacks,” he almost slurs, clearly drifting back off. 

You snort in response, relaxing and letting your own eyes shut. Matching all your deep breaths with his own, a million different last words crossing your mind to whisper to the boy you’re sure is once again asleep. 

I love you.

I adore you. 

I would like to spend the rest of my life with you, if you’ll have me. 

And maybe some of those unspoken thoughts slip out without you realizing, because he squeezes you just a little bit tighter, presses his face just a little bit deeper into your skin as his scruff tickles you. 

The only actual thought you can know for certain that you say, though, is, “Do you think they actually make coffins with memory foam inside?” 

To your surprise, even despite the almost-snores that had been escaping him, he answers in a heartbeat. 

“Oh, definitely. We’ll order two.”

[embarrassingmf]

₊˚ෆ | trick or treating | E.D

SUMMARY: You and Eddie take Christopher trick or treating!

WORD COUNT: 988.

WARNINGS: not proofread, lazy ending :P, also I tried to make the costume as unisex as possible😭😭

A/N: I wanted to try a new layout similar to what I have going on with the images in my masterlist and intro post, so if I’d love some feedback if you guys prefer this one or the normal GIFs I usually do! :)

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You were sitting on Eddie’s couch, mindlessly scrolling through your phone as you waited for Eddie and Christopher to appear from his room.

You could hear their hushed voices and laughs — it made you curious as to what they were dressing up as. All you knew was that the two were getting matching costumes, as they often did on Halloween night.

Sadly, they didn’t invite you to match with them, not that you minded, of course. Maybe next year they’ll decide to invite you. But right now, you were dressed up in a simple vampire costume.

Eventually you heard the door creak open, and you quickly lifted your head just in time to see the two walk out in iconic Batman and Robin costumes.

Your heart swelled, you really loved these two and Christopher looked so cute in that cheesy Robin costume.

“You guys look so cute!” You gushed as she quickly walked over, your phone now forgotten on the couch.

Christopher flashed you a toothy smile, “Thanks!”

The Batman costume Eddie was wearing was actually quite intricate with the details considering you got it from Spirit Halloween for like forty bucks.

You also noticed that Eddie wasn’t wearing the mask right now, he’d either put that on later or just not wear it at all.

“C’mon, Chris, let’s get going before all the good candy gets taken.” Eddie ushered as he tapped his son’s shoulder blade in gesture for him to start walking to the front door.

Christopher nodded and quickly started making his way to the front door. Eddie took the chance to walk over and look over your costume before kissing your cheek.

“You look good,” He whispered, smiling at you.

You returned the gesture and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Just so you know, suddenly Batman’s my favorite superhero.” You teased lightheartedly before turning and walking after Chris.

Eddie rolled his eyes as he followed after you two.

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When you got out of the house, you took a moment to look at all of the costumes that people were wearing.

Most of them were comic book characters or costumes of characters from recent movies that had come out this year, as per usual.

And, of course, there were a few kids with really creative costumes out there and some with lazy, inflatable costumes.

You watched Christopher start making his way to the houses that had their lights on and quickly followed after him so you didn’t lose him.

It also didn’t take long for Eddie to catch up, matching your stride and interlocking your fingers.

“He really loves Halloween, huh?” You questioned, noticing how enthusiastic he had been when he woke up today.

Eddie hummed in agreement, “Yup, he really loves Halloween, but I think he really only like the dressing up aspect of it.”

You laughed, “Definitely.”

You two watched as he went up to the first house, ringing the doorbell and holding out his pillowcase he had as a candy bag and yelling the classic “Trick or Treat!”

Christopher grinned when he got one of those king-sized candy bars, something which was rare on Halloween night but this particular house always gave them out; which was why Chris always made a bee-line for this house as soon as he rushed out the door.

Chris scurried back to Eddie after the nice lady at that house closed the door, and he held up his newfound candy with a proud grin.

“Look! I got one of those big candies!” He exclaimed excitedly.

Eddie smiled, reaching a hand out and ruffling his son’s hair. “That’s great, bud. Maybe you’ll get more of those throughout the night.”

Chris quickly turned around and made his way to the other house, smiling when another parent complimented him on his Robin costume.

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You three actually made good time, getting most of the houses within about two hours.

When you guys got back, Cristopher immediately went over to the coffee table and dumped out his candy to count it.

You walked over and kneeled down next to Chris to help him count rhe candies that varied from small candies and big candy bars.

Overall, you guessed that he had enough candy to equal three cups of sugar, which you hoped that Christopher wouldn’t eat all of it.

“Jeez, bud, you sure got a lot of candy.” Eddie commneted as he stood behind the two of you.

Chris looked back at his dad, grinning from ear to ear. “Yeah! I don’t think I can eat all this by tonight though…”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” You chimed in. “If you somehow manage to eat all that, you’re gonna be bouncing off the walls.”

Both Eddie and Chris laughed at that, and Christopher stood back up.

“I’m gonna go get dressed into my pajamas.” He said before walking off to his room.

You looked over at Eddie, noticing his soft expression as he watched Chris close the door behind him.

“How long do you think it’ll take for Chris to finish all this candy?” You inquiries curiously as you went to grab a bowl to put all the candy in.

“I hope it takes him at least a week to finish it all.” Eddie replied with an exaggerated sigh, helping you put the candies in the glass bowl you had brought over.

After all of you guys got out of your costumes, you all huddled up on the couch and started a horror movie; specifically one that Christopher chose himself for the Halloween spirit.

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feedback is appreciated! :)

tags! : @ryvkkr

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Blood Moon Rising 🌙🐺

okay so I’ve seen and read pretty much all the vampire fics of Eddie but hardly anyone really dives in and makes a werewolf Eddie fic. So I’m thinking kinda like how in the show Wednesday when ennid can’t fully turn until a blood red moon. Maybe Eddie has the same problem and when he goes through his first full transformation to protect reader from some bullies or another monster, she then in turn helps him out when he transforms back into his human form since the transformation is so painful to werewolves. 🐺🐺 thanks you love.

Request by @mirkwoodshewolf ❤️

This is my first time writing werewolf Eddie so I hope this is okay! ❤️

Mentions of blood, wolf Eddie, protective Eddie. You're Eddie's mate but you don't know that yet. 18+ blog so mdni.

If you have any spooky requests for spooky season then let me know 🎃👻✨

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Eddie had a little problem... Okay, scratch that. He had a major problem and it all traced back to when he was bitten by a rabid wolf two years ago.

Since those were quite a rarity, he had only turned a handful of times but the wolf was always inside him, ready to play and it just so happens that tonight was a blood moon.

Ever since then he had changed into a creature of the moon; well if he was being specific a creature of the blood moon.

The only person he could be around was Uncle Wayne who knew what he was and recently...you.

Mostly he kept the wolfy side of himself under control. Sure he got a little grumpier when it was near the full moon, the lunar cycle played havoc with his emotions and he found it best to be by himself on those days.

Well he would have done but those thoughts soon leave his mind completely as an overwhelming sense of fears invades his senses. Fuck. It knocks him off balance, it's not his own emotions... the fear is coming from you.

He was well aware that you were his mate, could feel the pull to you growing stronger and stronger every day, he knew you felt it too but the thought of telling you about his wolf side was terrifying, what if it scared you off for good?

The rare days when he could change was a day full of unpredictable moods and a longing to be in the forest, to run free as his wolf self.

He was ready to take himself off into the woods and wait until the moon was at its highest in the sky, giving himself over to the wolf.

What could have made you so scared? He's gripped with fear that a wolf or some other supernatural being has found you; there were a few unexplained monsters in Hawkins.

Without thinking he rushes out of the trailer, he has increased speed due to his wolfy side and incredible smell. He's hoping he will be able to scent you, find out where you were.

Before it was too late.

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Hawkins at night was creepy. You were well aware of the stories about things that go bump in the night. The mysterious disappearances that plagued the town, unexplained deaths and increased wolves in the forests.

You weren't keen on walking home in the dark but practice had overrun and you were kept late at school.

There's a rustling in the trees when you cross the road to get nearer your home. Usually during daylight hours you would take a shortcut through the woods but that was not happening today.

Unfortunately even though you were trying to keep as safe as possible trouble still managed to find you. You hear a strange chittering sound from the trees and you freeze. What the hell was that?

What you really should be doing is getting your ass out of there but fear roots you to the spot and in the next second something appears that seems to be ripped from your nightmares.

This thing was tall, long with long sharp claws that looked like they could tear you in two with one swipe and its head... Its head or it's face was the strangest thing you had ever seen, the thing had no features at all.

Before you can even get a good look at it the things face begins to open up and when it fully opens it's like a flower... surrounding a large gaping mouth, full of sharp teeth.

You scream when the thing screeches and swipes one of its claws in your direction but before you can even think of running there's a blur of movement beside you.

Eddie is suddenly in front of you and knocks the monster out of the way. "Eddie don't!" you scream and you're worried that he's hurt as he drops to the ground and cries in pain. Did he get caught by one of those claws? You inch towards him then freeze when he begins to yell.

A horrendous sound fills the air, bones cracking and Eddie's screams grow louder as thick fur sprouts over his body, his fingers turn into long thick claws and more fur spreads over his body as he drops onto all fours.

In seconds Eddie is gone and in place is a wolf and it lunges at the monster in a blur of fangs and teeth.

They tumble into the trees and into the darkness of the woods, you hear nothing but growls, screeching and then the sound of tearing... and then silence.

After a moment you begin to grow nervous and step closer to the forest, you can't bear the thought that Eddie is hurt and you want to find him.

Then the wolf appears, blood coats its mouth and it's limping just a little bit. "Eddie?" you whisper and cautiously raise your hand towards the wolf, he moves closer and his snout presses into your palm

"It's okay" you soothe the wolf who whimpers and nudges your hand again which helps to calm your racing heart and you gently run your hand through the wolf's thick fur, hardly daring to believe that this was Eddie.

If you hadn't seen him transform in front of your very eyes you might not have been able to recognise Eddie as the wolf if it has just appeared out of nowhere.

However there was one thing that would have helped you recognise Eddie and the reason was the wolf's eyes; they were so intelligent, so human. Big, brown and beautiful, you'd know Eddie's eyes anywhere.

"It's okay. You're my Eddie and I trust you" you assure him and you know in your heart that you're safe with him.

When he's able to get up, he pads along beside you as you head to his trailer. The monster from before is nowhere in sight and you have a funny feeling it may be dead or at least injured enough to leave you and Eddie alone.

Eddie bounds to his room and curls up on the bed, that fight must have taken a lot out of him so you decide to settle beside him to make sure he's okay.

Up close you can see the soft brown strands that mix with Eddie's otherwise all black fur, his eyes are closed and he's amazingly docile as he sleeps beside you. You have a funny feeling he's only docile when there isn't danger present.

There's a million thoughts and questions in your mind. How did Eddie know how to find you? How long has he been a wolf?

You decide they can all wait until the morning and then the two of you would really have a few things to talk about...

Wolf Eddie jerks awake and begins to whine, low pained whines that grow in volume as he begins to spasm and you hear that horrid sound of bones cracking again. You quickly realise that he's transitioning back.

It doesn't last as long as his last transformation but it seems twice as painful and the cries of agony he makes brings tears to your eyes as he slowly turns human again, you soothe him as best as you can and it seems like your touch helps alleviate some of the pain as he turns back into his human form.

His human form which is also very naked. Flustered you avert your eyes and quickly finds some comfy slacks for Eddie to wear which he accepts gratefully, you turn around while he changes.

"So now you know huh?" he's cautious as he asks you this and you realise that he's nervous of your reaction. Well you won't pretend that you're not freaking out but it doesn't change anything...it doesn't change how you feel about him.

"I'm kinda freaking out but it doesn't change the way I feel about you Eddie" you turn back around and cup his cheek softly, then you lean over and plant a very gentle and chaste kiss against his lips.

It barely lasts for a few seconds but the powerful feeling of euphoria that washes over you at the way Eddie's lips felt against yours lingers with you. Eddie's previously pained expression changes to an awed, dopey look which is very cute.

"There's a lot we need to discuss Eddie but you look exhausted so sleep first and then we talk. Deal?" he bites back a grin and nods. "Yes milady...can you stay please?" He asks pleading and almost shy, it melts your heart.

"I'm not going anywhere Eddie" you settle back down on the bed and cuddle closer to him, resting your head on his chest.

Everything you needed to discuss could wait until morning. For now you would just lie here with Eddie and let the soft thuds of the rain against the windows, lull you both to sleep.

🌙 🐺

[buddierecs]

slow burn buddie fics

all explicit rating - 18+ only!!!! make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

something touched me (like a knife-blade) by: kithmet "eddie self-implodes. christopher, seeking refuge, flees to buck—whose priorities amount to, in varying order: take in the kid, get eddie to talk to him, and keep the three of them afloat in the process. (oh, and tommy’s there too. he thinks.)" word count: 42k important tags: season 7 fix it fic, emotional infidelity, feelings realisation, mutual pining, getting together, mental health issues, codependency, love confessions, anal sex, barebacking what's love got to do with it? by: colormeparanoid "after buck’s and eddie’s dates both end with disasters – proving once again that maybe dating just wasn’t meant for them – they decide to simply settle for each other. if there was one person in the world they'd ever trust with their hearts, it was each other. and who was a better person to date other than your very own best friend?" word count: 134k important tags: platonic boyfriends, fluff, light angst, getting together, idiots to lovers, non-sexual intimacy, oblivious!buddie i hit the accelerator (but the car was in reverse) by: extasiswings, letmetellyouaboutmyfeels "when buck is forced to confront the truth about his breakup with abby, having casual sex with his hot new coworker seems like the best rebound idea. unfortunately, that hot new coworker turns into his best friend. but best friends can keep having sex with each other, right? there's no way this could possibly go wrong." word count: 68k important tags: friends with benefits, angst and feels, idiots to lovers, blow jobs, hand jobs, shower sex, anal sex, dom/sub, aftercare courtship behaviours of the southern coastal husbros by: mad_lori "buck and eddie decide to become platonic domestic partners and co-parents. they are 100% super normal about it and absolutely nothing is awakened in them, except a mutual annoyance at being referred to as "husbros." word count: 49k important tags: domestic partners, christopher diaz has two dads, friends to lovers, demisexual!eddie diaz, sexuality crisis, first kiss, eventual smut, oral sex wishing to be the friction by: ipretendtobesane "the straight eddie friends with benefits fic" word count: 97k important tags: friends with benefits, hand jobs, blow jobs, rimming, first time, pining, porn with plot

meet me in the middle (underneath a little bit of mistletoe) by: princessfbi "buck and eddie agree to fake date each other to get through dinner with their parents during the holidays" word count: 40k important tags: fake dating, mutual pining, idiots in love, anxiety, angst, fluff, smut, protective!buddie, getting together, soft!eddie diaz further than your blood (or than bones) by: letmetellyouaboutmyfeels "once, eddie chose to save a newly turned against his better judgment. five hundred years ago, buck was saved by a rescuer he thought was a hallucination. now they're together again and about to find out just how far either of them will go to try and deny what they are to each other." word count: 50k important tags: vampires au, mutual pining, psychic abilities, violence, blood kink, unsafe sex, blow jobs, anal sex leading with the left by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels "when buck said he was a "bartender" in "south america" what he actually meant was "stripper" in "mexico." and when eddie said, "what's your problem?" what he actually meant was, "is this about the time you gave me a lap dance?" in other words, there's a few things the 118 doesn't know about buck. Or eddie. Or buck and eddie's relationship." word count: 84k important tags: strangers to lovers, stripper!buck, emotional slow burn, miscommuication

good pretender by: likeshipsonthesea "an au where buck broke up with taylor before 5b, ravi and buck become (actually platonic) friends with benefits, and ravi, eddie, and buck all go on a journey of self-discovery that ends with them all getting what they need" word count: 85k important tags: friends with benefits (buckandravi), casual sex, childhood tramua, healing, feelings realisation, jealous!eddie diaz, ptsd, love confessions, anal sex eddie diaz vs the feelings by: elvensorcess "eddie dives into the mysteries of attraction, romantic love, and asexuality because there's a good chance he's fallen in love with his best friend. aka demisexual!eddie figures out he’s demi and finds the happily ever after he’s been longing for" word count: 62k important tags: demisexual!eddie diaz, idiots in love, sexual tension, frottage, hand jobs, anal sex, soft!buddie, top!evan buckley, bottom!eddie diaz

[ladykailitha]

Well Met By Moonlight Part 11

Hello! More supernatural fun with our boys and I finally got to write that sexy blood drinking between Eddie and Steve that I had been wanting to write for the longest time, but all my vampire Eddie stories kept turning out angsty and there was no place for it.

Got you now!

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10

@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03

****

Steve was enjoying his time with Josh. The younger boy was enthusiastic and friendly. He had even won over Tommy, which Steve had previously thought impossible.

He was going to be sad to lose him to Billy and get Chase in return.

He was also more careful about what he said around the young teen and Tommy now. As much as he enjoyed Josh’s company the thought that he might spill gossip on the pack to Billy when he is forced to finish the remainder of his service with the coven.

He was really on edge now that the full moon was coming, too. He could feel it under his skin. The way the moonlight’s strength was changing his body on the cellular level. His mannerisms and habits were becoming more and more wolf-like and less human.

He could feel the wolf’s strength in his arms and chest. Its cunning and instinct taking over his ability to rationalize.

When he shifted himself, he was able to keep himself. But the full moon was different. It stripped away every human thing about him. Maybe it was wrong for his foster parents to be afraid of him the rest of the time, but even he felt it was warranted the closer he got to the full moon.

“You can’t be serious about having him here,” Carol was hissing at him.

Steve’s lip curled as he bit back a growl. “I don’t know why it’s such a problem. Josh is going to be there.”

“Josh is a human that can be manipulated,” Carol insisted. “Eddie Munson is a made vampire with ties to the town’s oldest living supe. A close familial tie no less.”

The growl started in the back of Steve’s throat and ripped from his lips. “You are only a keeper, Carol, may I remind you?”

She put her hands on her hips, decidedly uncowed. “Yes and we used to be friends before you got a raging hard on for curly haired nerds.”

Steve huffed through his nose. “You mean the smartest girl in school, the latest in the longest line of hereditary keepers from the Buckleys, and the man who saved my life? Are those who we’re talking about Carol?”

She stared him down. “You are already facing problems with the older crowd, not being mated to your female alpha, do you really want to start your third year as alpha banishing half of your pack? Do you even realize how weak you already look to Billy? You’ve only managed to raise one of his eyebrows recently after the attack. Before that he thought the pack was too lame to even bother with.”

Steve could feel his hackles rise. His lips properly curled. “Yeah and you Billy’s bitch, too?”

Carol stepped back, stunned for the first time. “What do you mean, ‘too’?”

“Someone is going around behind my back and telling Billy pack business, Carol,” he snarled. “You one of them?”

She blinked up at him in shock. “Jesus fuck, Steve. I would never. Why would you even think that?” Tears came unbidden to her eyes. “I wouldn’t betray you like that. Fuck.”

“Well someone did,” Steve spat. “Billy knew about Josh’s news about the moon days before I had even gotten out of the mayor’s office, Carol. Which meant that it had to be someone in the pack. Who the hell am I supposed to trust if I can’t trust my own fucking pack!”

She took two steps forward and placed her hands on his shoulders. “I get it now. You want someone you can trust watching your back on Friday, but it can’t be Eddie. Trust me. I know you feel like you can’t, but you just said you have to trust someone, so trust me.”

Steve let out a low whine. He wanted to believe her. He wanted to so badly. She was right, they used to be friends. Good ones, too. “I don’t know if I can,” he whispered.

She nodded. “I get that. I can’t go back and change who I was in high school, but know that I’ve got your back. Okay?”

He swept her up in a hug and held on tight.

Behind them in the trees, a darkness seemed to taint the woods around it. A malevolent force that was all at once pleased and angry.

****

Steve was suddenly bombarded with members of the pack coming up to him about his desire to have Eddie participate in the full moon festivities. Most of them were negative.

“I don’t know how you heard about this,” Steve was saying for what felt like the billionth time. “But I don’t see why I can invite the man who saved my life to have my back during the full moon.”

“Because he’s a vampire, Steve!” Nancy hissed. “I have tolerated his presence in your life because until now it has not inferred with pack business, so as your alpha female, I’m putting my foot down. He steps even a toe over the pack boundary and I’ll be forced to challenge you myself.”

And that right there was his biggest reason why he wanted Robin to accept the bite to become a werewolf.

Steve thought about making her submit. He could have. But he wasn’t pack alpha just because he was the strongest male wolf in the pack. Oh no.

Steve lifted his chin and stared down at her, until she crossed her arms and looked away. He smirked.

Nancy rocked back on her heel and Steve knew he had won.

“All right,” he said with satisfaction. “He won’t toe the boundary.”

Her head snapped up in shock, her mouth open and eyes wide. “What?”

Steve pursed his lips and half shrugged. “You don’t want him on the ground, that’s fine.”

He turned his heel and walked away, leaving behind a stunned Nancy Wheeler.

“Steve!” she called. “Steve! What does that mean?”

****

Steve was curled up with Eddie on his bed in the trailer.

“Why are they so against it anyway?” Eddie murmured into Steve’s ear.

“Because they think that what happens during the full moon is sacred,” he huffed.

“I still don’t get it,” Eddie admitted.

“It’s this really stupid thing, ‘it’s not a secret it’s sacred.’” Steve rolled in Eddie’s arms so that they were face to face. “It’s just their way of not wanting to talk about it to ‘strangers’. Like Wayne hasn’t been to a few in his long life.”

Eddie scoffed. “It’s like they don’t realize that the world doesn’t revolve around them.”

“And it’s newer than they think, too,” Steve murmured. “According to Wayne it’s only been in the last decade or so.”

“So who arrived ten years ago?” Eddie asked, rubbing his nose along Steve’s pulse point.

Steve gasped. “That’s thing, I don’t know. I wasn’t a pack member at the time.”

That caused Eddie to sit up and look down at him. “What do you mean, sweetheart? I thought your dad was pack and your mom was bitten.”

Steve sat up, too and hugged his knees to his chest. “When I was seven or eight my parents were killed by hunters while they were abroad. It was really big news at the time. They were rich, well-liked, beautiful couple with a son at home.”

Eddie frowned. “I would have still been with my parents around that time. My mom would have been nearing the end of her cancer diagnosis, so I would have been focused on that instead of some news story.” He rubbed his chin. “So why were you removed from the pack?”

Steve buried his head into his knees. “No one has been able to tell me why I was fostered by a human couple and not a supernatural one. Only that it was right when Hop had gone off the deep after his daughter died.”

“So your parents are murdered by hunters, Hopper’s daughter dies, driving him into deep spiral, you get placed into the care of humans that are terrified of werewolves and abuse you...” he trailed off. “Honey, not to sound like a nutjob, but this is way too much of a coincidence to be natural.”

Steve nodded. “Someone didn’t want my dad vying for alpha, probably because he was too clever and too liberal minded.”

“And I don’t think they were expecting you to come back to the pack after you graduated,” Eddie concluded. “I think whoever killed your parents, orchestrated the attack on you.”

“Shit.”

Eddie was right and that really sent a chill down his spine. “I don’t trust anyone in my pack, Eds. Not a god damned one of them. I’m so frightened and I don’t know what to do.”

“So instead of having me there, have Wayne be there instead,” Eddie suggested.

Steve looked up. “What do you mean?”

“There is precedence for it,” he explained. “You said so yourself. Because god damn it, Steve, I’m terrified too.”

Steve nodded.

Eddie wrapped his arms around him and gently lowered them back on to the bed. He nuzzled Steve throat, breathing in the thrum of life right below his skin.

“Let me take care of you for awhile,” Eddie purred. He licked up the column of Steve’s neck causing him to moan obscenely.

“Yeah,” he panted. “Yeah, babe. Take care of me.”

Eddie’s fangs extended of their own accord. “Honey...I want to taste you. So, so much.”

Steve shivered. “Just not on my neck where they can see.”

Eddie moaned at how hard that made him. He would finally get to drink from his werewolf boyfriend and he knew exactly where he wanted to taste.

He slid down Steve body, the other boy bucking his hips at the agonizingly light touch of his hands.

Eddie licked down Steve’s cock, causing Steve to arch his back.

“Eds...” he whispered. His whole body was vibrating like a plucked guitar string.

Eddie nuzzled his balls and Steve panted heavily, his words lost to pleasure already. He brought up one of Steve’s legs to bending at the knee. He kissed down the thigh until his mouth was in the perfect spot. Right there on that magnificent thick muscle was a vein much like the on the neck or wrist.

Again he nuzzled Steve’s balls with his nose causing his boyfriend to gasp. He licked the spot he was going to partake from and god was the scent even more intoxicating then the throat. His saliva would numb the area so he wouldn’t hurt Steve.

“Baby...” Steve moaned, his body was beginning to quiver and shake.

Eddie’s teeth sank into the skin and Steve came immediately, his body practically levitating off the bed as his cum painted his stomach with ribbon after ribbon.

It took all of Eddie’s will to focus on feeding instead of coming himself. Steve’s stamina was legendary and for him to come that fast did things to Eddie. So hot.

“Fuck.”

Eddie could only agree. The blood was warm and golden. It tasted even better without the taint of fear and silver. He took only a few mouthfuls because he wasn’t sure he would be able to stop if he had gotten more than that.

Again he licked the area, this time it closed the wound. Eddie sat up and lined up his cock. He needed to come in Steve. He looked at him for permission and Steve nodded.

Eddie thrust into Steve’s ass and began to pound into those beautiful globes of flesh.

Soon Steve was coming again and Eddie followed soon after. Just seeing Steve come a second time was enough to finish him.

Eddie collapsed next to him on the bed.

“We are definitely doing that again,” Steve huffed, covering his eyes with his arm.

Eddie kissed his raised arm gently. “Yeah, sweetheart. I knew drinking made sex better, but holy shit that was a whole other level.”

Steve chuckled and curled around Eddie. “Agreed.”

****

Moon night approached and Steve was left without the protection of Eddie or Wayne. Despite Steve’s request for Wayne and bringing up precedence for him having done so in the past the pack was staunchly against it.

The moon came up and the pack changed. Their bodies rippled with heat and danger as humans gave way to their wolfish nature. Screams pierced the air. Screams that turned into howls.

The moon slid through the night sky and the pack surged forward as one.

The keepers watched on in silence.

Waiting.

Preparing.

Then the sun came up and in the middle of their compound was a puppy pile of naked bodies of all the werewolves, sleeping off the forced change of the full moon.

Suddenly Tommy came crashing in through the underbrush screaming and sobbing.

“Patrick McKinney was attacked last night!”

Steve leapt to his feet and Robin was at his side quicker than lightning. A slow dread filled his stomach as ice slid down his spine.

“Human or supe?” he snapped.

“Billy found him,” Tommy admitted, looking down at his feet. “He’s pretty sure it was supernatural, but the scent is too muddled, he can’t tell the kind.”

Steve looked around him and saw several of his pack with blood around their mouths and over their bodies.

“Steve!” Robin gasped as she took him in. “Look down!”

Steve immediately did as she asked. He too was covered in blood.

“What the hell happened last night?” he whispered.

****

Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20

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[badfanfictionaire]

It’s not unusual for a vampire to go their whole existence wishing to find someone to spend forever with.  They’ll probably have five or six lovers over their lifetime, until they inevitably got snuffed out by some happy-go-lucky monster hunter and perish like a pathetically mortal soul.  But, they’ll probably never find the one before that. Eddie’s never heard of a vampire meeting their soulmate, at least not in real life.  Lore would suggest that women swoon over vampire lords, and swear allegiance to them for as long as they both shall live.  But, lore would also have you believe that all vampires can turn into bats (which, bummer, they can’t), and that they’re all allergic to garlic (which again is untrue, garlic bread is delicious) (Why is it that only the shitty parts of lore are true, like the whole stake through the heart bit?). In Eddie’s experience, the minute you ask a girl if she wants to spend forever forever with you, she freaks the fuck out and takes off.  (Which, ouch??)

Needless to say, Eddie doesn’t even consider the possibility that he might meet his soulmate backstage at a talent show in some podunk town in Indiana.  Life gets boring as hell when you’ve been alive for six hundred some odd years, so, from time to time he liked to get creative with his human persona.  In 1980 he decided that with a buzzcut and ill-fitting clothes, he could probably still pass as a middle schooler, especially if Wayne told the school he’d been held back or something.  So he decides to try going back to school.  He kind of underestimated how different school was going to be in 1980 though, given that he hadn’t been in school since the 1960s.  Things had changed a lot, and he stuck out like a sore thumb.  

He met Christine Elizabeth Cunningham on September 12th, 1980, and he just knew he had to win her over some how.  By 1986, he’d realized that was going to be a lot harder than he’d anticipated…

But, in March of that year, he caught a break, Chrissy broke up with her long-time boyfriend and needed a shoulder to cry on.  And it just so happened he had not one but two leather-clad shoulders to offer.  And so, offer he did.  As luck would have it, having existed for six hundred-some-odd years finally paid off, because if there was one thing he’d become quite proficient at in his life it was being a good listener.  Tearfully she told him everything, from how controlling her mother was to how much of a moldy schnitzel Jason was. 

Somehow they ended up back at his place and got high, laying with their faces inches apart on his bed. 

“Can I tell you a secret?” 

She nods. 

“I’m a vampire,” he whispers.

She giggles. “Sure don’t look like one to me.”

“No? Not even with the pale skin and the whole dark aesthetic?” 

“No,” she says, making grabby hands at him, “You’re too squishy.” 

She scooches a bit closer and her hands land on his shoulders, “You listen to me, Eddie Munson, you are not a mean scary vampire like everyone says you are.  You’re just a big soft teddy bear who wears black and… well, you’re too hot to be a crusty old vampire anyway.”

His breath catches in his throat with the way her big blue eyes bore into his soul, but then she lets out another giggle and he can’t help but laugh too. 

Later, when they’re starting to sober up, he rolls over to face her again. 

“Can I tell you something serious?”

“Anything,” she says. 

“I really am a vampire.”

Her eyes rove over his face, and don’t see any hint of it being a joke. 

“Oh.” 

“Wanna see?” 

“See what?” she asks, her eyebrows furrowing together. 

“My, uh, crusty old vampire fangs?” 

Hesitantly she nods.  Maybe she’s expecting him to produce a pair of those flimsy imitation fangs they sell at Party City, but he knows she’s probably not expecting him to open his mouth and protract his fangs. 

“Holy shit,” she murmurs, her eyes wide.

“I’m sorry,” he says, immediately retracting them and regretting having frightened her.  She was just so disarming, he couldn’t help it.  He wanted her to know him, the real him, even if it meant they only had today. 

“What for?” 

“I’m a monster, Chrissy,” he says, feeling his face flush with embarrassment. 

“Hey, look at me,” she says, her tiny fingers pushing his chin back up so his eyes meet hers again, “You are not a monster, Eddie.  I mean, maybe in the literal sense, but, in all the other ways? I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who was less of a monster than you.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Whatever self-deprecating you’re going to say, I won’t hear it.”

“I shouldn’t have sprung that on you,” he says. 

Chrissy gives him a one-shoulder shrug. 

“You know, you’re not what I thought you’d be like,” she says softly. 

“Mean and scary? Not even with the fangs?” 

She nods, then, “I’m not scared, you know.” 

“You should be.” He brushes his thumb against her cheek. 

“Kiss me?” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Please,” she urges sweetly. 

And so he does, gently, tenderly, with every ounce of himself.  

“I’ve loved you since I first laid eyes on you,” he breathes when they separate for air, “Even back then-”

“Back then?”

“The middle school talent show,” he says, remembering it fondly. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t remember,” she replies, averting her eyes in shame.

“I wouldn’t remember me from back then either,” he assures her, “But, perchance, we could continue from here? Where we are now?”

“I’d like that,” she says, a contented smile replacing her frown. 

It’s much too soon to ask her to be his bride, or to ask for her to join him in the afterlife, but he knows deep down in his heart that one day she’ll agree to both propositions.  He’d wait another hundred years if he had to, as long as it meant he would finally have his soulmate by his side where she belonged.  Thankfully, it doesn’t take nearly that long for his dream to come true. 

In the year 1990, Edward James Munson and Christine Elizabeth Cunningham are united in both holy matrimony and the afterlife.  And so, the young man who once believed he was destined to wander the Earth alone forever, found he was no longer trapped in solitude.  Instead, hand in hand, he and his true love would navigate the world as one.  (Until, ya know, they inevitably got snuffed out by some happy-go-lucky monster hunter and perished like any other pathetic mortal souls.)

👻👻👻👻

(read on AO3)

[fascinatedscrawls]

Heel to Face

"Alright, let's get one more picture and then you're good to go."

Tired after a long evening in the ring, Eddie pulls his persona on for the final time. Bloodied, defeated, but not at all deterred, The Freak gives the camera a smile that's a little too wide, eyes a little too wild as he shows off the bruises he earned tonight through his loose, torn shirt.

A couple of snaps later and Gareth gives him a thumbs up. Eddie drops back into his chair with a noisy sigh, wincing a little as he does. For all that the fights and the drama are designed to look real, his opponents do pull their punches just like he does. That doesn't mean the hits don't hurt though.

Reaching up he pulls on the not-quite mouth guard, tugging it out to make his teeth a little less vampiric. The bottom set joins the top in their container, but he doesn't quite have the energy to get up and clean them off just yet. Maybe in a few minutes. He doesn't need to catch his breath, not after years of going out and putting on shows like this, but after hours of playing the Heel, Eddie is happy to just be himself for a little while. And let's be honest, 'himself' is a little bit of a slob, so he doesn't even think twice before going to wipe his fingers off on his tattered shirt.

A hand towel hits him in the face before he can follow through with that.

"Come on, man," Steve 'The Hero' (or 'The Hair-o', as his enemies like to taunt) Harrington, on screen nemesis of The Freak and the source of most of tonight's bruises, tuts as he drops a bottle of water on Eddie's lap. "You've already got blood and sweat on that thing, do you really need to add anything else?"

Leaning forward, Eddie lets the towel fall onto the water bottle so he can give Steve a teasing leer. "Oh, sweetheart, we can add so much more if you're offering."

"Gross." Steve returns flatly without actually looking in any way disgusted. "Let's try a shower first."

Eddie's heart rate jumps up again, blood pumping as he lets his smile turn a bit predatory. Just like in the ring, Steve meets it with a steely smile of his own.

It's so clear even now why they were picked to face off time and time again. It's not just how Eddie's darker style contrast against Steve's more classically handsome looks or even the way his sharp, speedy moves and tricks play against Steve's strength and reversals. It's the way they both rise to meet the challenge. It's how both Heel and Face meet in the ring over and over, neither one coming out the true victor, neither losing enough to truly throw in the towel.

God, Eddie wants to kiss Steve when he gets like this.

"Keep it PG," Nancy, Steve's PR manager chimes in from where she's finalizing the social media posting schedule with Gareth, clearly done with them as usual.

Steve rolls his eyes, but relents as Eddie slouches into a pout. Sure they're just behind the scenes at an event where fans are still exiting the venue, but Eddie just got thrown around a ring by his long-term, 'secret' (to the fans) boyfriend and it's made him all hot and bothered! No, he doesn't care if that happens more often than not, he should be allowed to indulge every once in a while!

Lips brush his cheek for a breath, there and gone before Eddie can try to turn to meet them. Steve straightens and wipes the sweat and makeup off his lips. "Drink your water."

"Yes, dear." Eddie flashes him a smile, tongue in teeth, before doing as instructed. He's got to re-hydrate if they're going to have any fun later.

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Thanks to everyone who voted in the prompt poll!

I don't know enough about wrestling to do as much as this AU deserves, but I do love the idea of them being professional rivals while still being like super good boyfriends outside the ring.

Next poll will likely go up in the next day or two! Work's hectic, but these ficlets are super fun!

[mrvlbimbo]

Something isn't right here pt 2 

pt 1

vampire!Eddie munson x reader

no sexy blood drinking in this part (atleast not technically) but there is sexy mind reading, its ends on a little bit of a cliffhanger btw

Picking up right where pt 1 left off btw

Steve's eyes widened at the sight in front of him, Eddie's mouth covered in blood and his eyes gleaming an unnatural orange color.

"Get off of her!" he shouted, going into protective big brother mode despite the fact they were not related and she was a year older than him.

"No, it's ok." She tried to calm the situation but Steve had already taken the split second of confusion and tackled Eddie to the ground.

"Steve, stop!" she yelped, awkwardly stumbling out of bed due to her shaky legs. Her fingers wrapped around his arm, trying unsuccessfully to pull him off of Eddie.

"You bastard. You were gonna kill her." Steve is seething, not even in the right state of mind to notice the homicidal glare Eddie is giving him.

Without warning he flips their positions, eyes sparkling with rage as his teeth grow sharp points. "Eds, Please don't do this He's just confused," she begs, interrupting him from what she was sure would be an attack on Steve's life.

In that split second he does look up at her, allowing Steve to scramble away from him and run out of the room. He his behind the half open door, shooing the kids behind him as he peered into the room.

"Eddie," she whimpered, stepping closer to where he was still kneeling on the floor.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what happened I just-" she hushed him, taking his hands and helping him off the floor.

"It's ok. I'm not mad. Are you ok?" she cupped his face in her hands, forehead leaning against his. She wasn't scared, he thought maybe she should be.

"mm, I'm ok now." He sat back on the bed, pulling her to sit on his lap and ducking his head back into the crook of her neck.

She wasn't sure how, but the open wound had already stopped bleeding. But it seemed like it would take much longer to heal, the scarred skin still very sensitive to the touch.

His skin was feverish against hers, a stark contrast to how cold it was only minutes ago. He hummed appreciatively when she leaned back against him, her body finally relaxing after the ordeal that had just unfolded.

The peace only lasted a few moments before Steve was knocking on the door, his voice cracking slightly when he asked "can we come in now?"

Eddie flinched, arms winding around her tighter. "Behave yourself?" she teased, intertwining one of her hands with his.

"Hmph," he grumbled, nodding his head slightly in agreement.

Steve hesitantly lead the kids into the room, still shielding them behind him. "You were right, he totally is a vampire," Max muttered.

"Where's Robin?" she asked, tried to make friendly conversation as if Eddie hadn't just tried to kill Steve.

"Waiting in the car, she's afraid of vampires," Lucas answered honestly, shrugging at the somewhat bizarre situation.

"Aw Eddie isn't scary," she giggled, leaning back against him and playing with the rings on his hand.

"Says the one who just got their neck mauled," Max scoffed, seemingly annoyed by the whole thing.

"Is it a sex thing?" Dustin questioned, narrowing his eyes at the two of them judgingly.

"Dustin!" she yelped, hands coming up to cover the embarrassed look on her face.

"It's not," Eddie answered, sounding grumpy and offended as if he had been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to.

"He needs to eat...I think," she added.

"Yeah, I need to eat or I'll die." He nodded, agreeing with her defense of him.

"Are you sure? because it seems like a sex thing." Now it was Steve's turn to question them, not believing a word that was coming out of their mouths.

"its NOT!" Eddie tried to ignore the way his mind raced with images of them

entangled, both of them naked with blood leaking from her neck and spread all over his lips.

It was like a weirdly edited porno in his brain, blurry with bad lighting but it was vivid and it almost felt real.

He felt his cock start to grow hard with blood he didn't even know he still had in his body.

Should we...?" Steve started, glancing around the room to prompt someone to finish his sentence. No one budged so he continued "we should leave, uhm I'll just leave your stuff here." He dropped a yellow duffel bag of her clothes and other things from her house onto the floor of the room and lead everyone out once again.

she stood to grab her things and her knees buckled under her, Eddie's arms reaching out to steady her. "woah, you good there?"

"Just dizzy from blood loss I think," she whined softly, leaning her weight against his strong frame.

"Shit. I'm so sorry. Here I'll get your stuff, just uh lie down." He pulled her to his chest, gently helping her back into bed.

He grabbed a t-shirt and a change of panties out from the duffel, carefully replacing her clothes with the clean ones as respectfully as he could. He desperately tried to ignore the visions that floated through his head.

his lips were against her skin once again and his hands gripped her hips.

He shook his head, sitting down on the floor as she nestled into the blankets of his bed.

She turned restlessly, sleep failing to overtake her. "Eddie it's almost light out, wont you come to bed?"

"I don't think I should be around you right now. I'm just going to stay down here for now." he muttered, grabbing one of her discarded blankets and lying on the floor next to the bed.

"hold my hand," she whispered, sticking her arm out from under the blanket and making a grabby motion at him

"yeah." he reached up and laced their fingers together.

Sleep overtook them both quickly, darkness for the first hour or so but then he started dreaming. Something he hadn't done since he was turned.

He was in his bedroom, at least it seemed like his bedroom. it was far cleaner than his room ever was and it smelled magnificent. Like her perfume.

and there she was laying on his bed wearing nothing but a red lace lingerie set. "Eddie," she gasped, her manicured nails running up and down her body sensually.

"Holy fuck you're gorgeous," he thought, trying to move his feet but he just stood there, watching her touch herself.

"Gonna let me drink you dry?" he cooed, striding over to the bed in only a second.

"Fuck yes Eddie please," she whined, arms reaching out and dragging him down onto the bed.

He watched his hands grasp at her chest and hips, snapping back the band of her panties against her supple skin.

Keyword watched, because it wasn't one of those dreams where he controlled his own movements.

It was in third person which was weird and it was like he could feel what she was feeling as well as what he was feeling.

His hand wrapped around her neck, thumb lightly pressing at the skin to find her pulse. Then he tipped his head down and ran his tongue over the vein. It was strikingly similar to how he fed from her the night before.

"Does drinking blood turn me on?" he thought. The idea of blood in general didn't do anything for him, squeamish even at the idea of it. But then he remembered drinking from her warm body. Her frame shivering against him as her hot blood pumped into him. And he saw red.

His eyes shot open and he woke up sweating and panting, abruptly waking her as well.

"Edsie, what's wrong?" she grumbled, her breathy voice sounding slightly frustrated.

"Nothing," he whispered, wrenching a blanket over his lap to cover his very obvious boner. In his defense he was having a sex dream, or more accurately a sexy blood drinking dream.

"Aw did you have a bad dream?" she cooed, reaching down to him and trying to pull him into bed with her. Her still weakened body was no match for his vampire strength but he obliged her, crawling into bed and wrapping his arms around her.

"Something like that," he mumbled, mouth pressed to the top of her head in a slow kiss.

"I was having a really good dream before I woke up," she giggled, hiding her face in his chest.

"Oh, do tell?" he teased, hands ghosting over her sides and slipping under her shirt.

"Nope," she replied, popping the p for dramatic effect. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his shoulders, clinging to him like a koala.

Cuddled against his chest she was soon asleep again, her peaceful energy pulling him into an unconscious state as well as much as he tried to resist.

He was back in the dream as soon as he fell asleep and apparently he had missed a few steps.

Her lingerie was stained a darker red, her body writhing underneath him as he lapped up the blood spilling down her chest and littered her tits and neck with smaller bites that didn't break the skin.

He tried to call out, horrified at what he was doing to her and the pained sounds that were spilling from her lips.

Her back arched, pushing her against him and her fingers tangled in his hair.

If he didn't know any better he'd think she was enjoying this.

"Eddie. Fuck me," she begged, nails dragging down his back in a way that couldn't be interpreted as anything but downright sexual.

So maybe she was enjoying this.

her panties were already pulled to the side and he was rubbing his thumb around her clit, getting her adrenaline rushing so he could taste it in her blood. "Are you sure you're ready for me?"

"please Eddie. I need you."

Oh how he ached to hear those words in real life.

He woke again what must have been hours later to her still curled up on his chest. He suckled on the blood tainted skin of her neck, not quite breaking the skin although he was awful close.

"Eddie," she groaned, body lurching forward to grind against him.

"Morning sleepy head." He soothed the irritated skin of her neck with a quick kiss, leaving his face there to breath in the scent of her.

"Do you need to eat?" she mumbled, hand tangling in the back of his hair and pressing his open mouth to her skin.

He shivered at the closeness. He could feel her blood rushing under his tongue, desperately holding himself back from biting down. "No no. You need the rest. I can wait."

But his mind flashed with visions of the opposite.

his teeth sunk in, blood filling his mouth as she moaned sweetly.

He shook his head, pulling back from her neck and squishing her against his chest. "Bacon and eggs," he grumbled, brows furrowing together in confusion at why his mind had turned to breakfast food.

"you read my mind," she giggled jokingly, pushing against his shoulders so she could wiggle out of bed.

He followed her to the kitchen, wrapping himself around her from behind while she messed with the stove. "I'll cook. Just sit down, I know you're still tired."

she nodded her head, sitting down at the table and rested her head in her hands. Her eyes followed him as he pranced around the kitchen fixing her the bacon and eggs she had asked for.

He seemed much better now, back to his normal self now that he had something to eat. Or more accurately something to drink.

Content that he was content, she let herself slip into a daydream.

He tried to focus on cooking but his mind was still riddled with dirty thoughts.

she was bent over the kitchen counter, him behind her gripping her hips and thrusting into her viciously. Her head rolled back against his shoulder and he kissed her hard, slipping his tongue into her mouth and biting her lip.

he tongued around in her mouth, pulling back once he had his fill of blood. "Fuck. I want-I want this all the time. I want you."

"you got me, baby. For eternity," he moaned the last part, teeth brushing over the skin of her neck in a promise. He would turn her soon.

He shivered, shaking his head to try and wiggle the thoughts out of his head.

"Ugh Eddie how is your hair so soft?"

"Shampoo and conditioner, baby," he replied nonchalantly without even turning around.

"Oh my god, did I say that outloud?" she hid her face in her hands, awkwardly looking away from him.

"Yeah obviously, how would I respond to it if you didn't?"

"Ugh he's so cute when he acts like an asshole."

"Oh, so now I'm cute?" he teased, passing her a plate of breakfast and standing behind her

"I definitely didn't say that out loud." Now she was confused, eyes widening in recognition and fear.

She stood up from the table abruptly, backing away from him when he stepped forward to try and comfort her. "Hey what's wrong?"

"Eddie...you can read minds," she gasped, realizing all the things he probably saw inside her mind.

"Oh. Shit."

to be continued...

[lxve-and-lxght]

why me?

eddie munson/ reader

warnings: blood, death, vampire!eddie, vampire!reader, light flirting, will add smut if requested

a/n: i literally haven’t written fanfic in six years. so plsss don’t judge this shit to harshly lmao. but lemme know if y’all want a second part to this causeee i probably won’t write one unless someone actually wants more

part.2

you’d found him there, simply put; bleeding to death. in unequivocal pain, you’d thought, but when you knelt down to feel him he was cold, you pushed his eyelid open, but his eye was black like tar, as if the blood in his veins had turned to sludge.

“well shit.” you huffed, even you couldn’t save someone who was already rotting from the inside out. so you held his hand in yours, listening carefully. and it sounded like a rushing river. the final bit of blood his heart struggled to get out. you smirked, taking his wrist and biting into it. then his arm again, finally stopping just above his shoulder.

you sat back on your knees and watched intently till you saw his eyebrow twitch and you knew he was experiencing unparalleled torture. you remembered how excruciating it was, but he was two bites away from being hamburger meat. you figured he could take it.

you opened his eye again and his iris flooded with blood. you squealed in excitement.

-

eddie didn’t see much of an afterlife, he remembered seeing his young sheeply companion shedding tears for him before it’d gone black. so much for heaven and hell, he’d thought, until he felt it. it was like someone had set him on fire, like his cells were being ripped apart and stitched back together over and over. maybe he was in hell. but he opened his eyes, he was still alive? he stared up at the red and black clouds that were painted in the sky.

-

you waited and waited till finally his eyes opened on their own and he struggled to take in air. “relax, it’s okay.” you giggled, brushing his unruly hair away from his eyes. “you don’t need to do that.” a voice finally registering in his ears. “you don’t need to try so hard, your lungs don’t need air anymore.”

“who the hell are you?” he rasped, pushing your hand from his face.

“i’m your way out of here, sweet face.” you stood, offering him your hand. eddie hesitated. “c’mon i won’t bite you, again at least…” he took it.

-

hawkins was in the turmoil, the “earthquake” had destroyed most of the town which of course didn’t bother you, but you were running out of meal options with everyone leaving the damned place. you sauntered into town after escaping victor’s little hideaway and eddie followed closely behind you.

“what’d you do to me?” he asked, inspecting the bites on his arms in the moonlight.

“were you always so brainless?” you laughed balancing along the edge of the sidewalk, “i saved you, you got chewed to shit by the bats and almost died for real. which i totally could’ve let happen by the way.”

“so why didn’t you?” eddie muttered, still following you passed the remains of the palace arcade. he thought back fondly to the first time wayne dropped him off there after his dad had relapsed. just a scrawny kid with a buzzed head and no friends. a freak.

“cause i thought it’d be more fun to keep you.” you shrugged, “besides i saw your little curly haired friend crying next to you before he limped back to the real world.”

“dustin?” he asked, his red eyes darting back to yours.

“if you say so,” you giggled. “call me a softy, but i figured maybe you weren’t ready to go.” eddie just nodded silently. he couldn’t bring himself to speak, his throat burned and you watched whatever words he had die in his chest. “i’m y/n by the way.” you said looking back at him. “c’mon sweet face, let’s go grab a bite.”

-

in the aftermath of hawkins falling the fuck apart, eddie went back to his trailer. everyone else had disappeared and it was torn to shit, but it was his home and god knew that if you’d had a home to return to your first night you sure as hell would have.

you killed some poor dickhead from the national guard and dragged it back to him. you wanted him to drink without the struggle of the hunt. you recalled the first time you killed and how messy you’d been. it was just easier to save him from that as well.

“do you think anyone’s looking for me?” eddie asked, viscera falling down his face. “i was wanted for murder before i… well fucking died.”

“and here i was thinking you didn’t have it in you to kill.” you giggled while wiping the blood off his lips with your thumb.

“i didn’t kill her.” he spat back. “i ran away.”

touchy subject.

“no.” you said, taking a seat on the stained mattress in the living room. “if i’m being honest, i think you’re the least of their worries now. but even if they were, i'm not gonna let them touch you.”

eddie flopped down next to you, sinking into the bed and wiping the remains of corporal dickhead off his face.

“so why me?” he asked, staring up at the ceiling.

“why you?” you asked back.

“why save me? you gave immortality to possibly the worst fucking person ever.” he chuckled, running his hands through his already fucked up hair.

“cause i liked your pretty face.” you replied, straddling his lap. “and i was getting lonely.”

“s-so what? i’m supposed to be your pet?”

“i didn’t say that.” you whispered, running your fingers down his chest, “do you wanna be my pet?”

[maidenofartemis]

The Coolest

Pairing: Eddie x GN kid reader (Platonic)

Gif credit: @ofalltheginjoints

A/N: I hope I did Eddie justice and that it turned out okay. I would love to know what you all thought. :)  Ps. Be sure to read the sequel The Lil Devil that revolves around these two. 

Summary: Not everyone feels cool growing up but it gets a little easier when we have someone tell us how cool they think we are.

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A knock at his door is what caught Eddie’s attention that Thursday night, three consecutive knocks followed by silence and then another three knocks but louder the next time. 

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’” Eddie sighed, gently setting aside his guitar. “You can stop knocking, I’m comin.’” 

Pulling open the door, there standing with frown and pout on their lip at 111 cm (3 ft 5 in), was none other than his 7 year old neighbor (Y/N). 

“May I come in?” they asked politely. 

“What are you, a vampire?” He chuckled, “Of course you can come in. You don’t even have to ask at this point, just let me know that’s it you.” 

“Sorry, last time I came over my mom got mad that I walked in without even knocking” they thrust a Tupperware into Eddie’s arms. “Ma, sends her love and some food because she says you’re too thin.” 

“Oh you know I’ll never say no to your Mom’s food” Eddie said scrounging in a drawer for a clean fork. 

(Y/N) sat cross legged on his couch, watching as he munched happily on the food they had brought for him. They were quiet and this caught Eddie’s attention as the kid was rarely ever so subdued when they came over to his trailer. 

“Okay, what’s up?” He asked as he put the Tupperware down. “You’re never this quiet.” 

“I’m fine” (Y/N) murmured unconvincingly. 

Instead of looking at Eddie, they instead turned their whole body to mush their face against a pillow. 

“I wasn’t born yesterday, kid. You’re not fine and I would know an upset pillow mushing like that” Eddie said softly. “I’ve known you since you were two, so tell me what’s got you so bummed out.” 

“Kds wer bei’ m’an.” 

“What was that?” 

They pulled away from the pillow, “Kids were just being mean. It’s nothing for you to worry about.” 

“Hey,” he tried to catch their attention. 

(Y/N) refused to look at him, stubbornly pouting with arms crossed and keeping their gaze on their lap. 

“Oh so that’s how we’re going to do it?” Eddie laughed, “Then I guess we gotta do this the hard way.” 

Eddie was quick to scoop them up and throw them over his own shoulder, jumping around until he finally pulled a laugh that slowly turned into shrieks of laughter as they pushed against him to make him let go. 

“Eddie!” They laughed even harder, “Eddie let go of me, you’re gonna drop me!” 

“Oh, do you doubt my strength little one” he swung them around a little more. “I am hurt, wounded by your callous words!” 

“I’m sorry!” They giggled. “I didn’t mean it, but put me down or I’m gonna hurl all over your back..” 

Eddie swiftly plopped them onto the couch once more, their laughter and squirming slowly petering down. They comfortably curled themselves on their side and looked at Eddie with wide eyes. 

“I wish I was like you Eddie. Maybe other kids would like me then” they mumbled. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You know that really cool Metallica shirt that you gave me?” 

“Yeah.” 

“A lot of kids were making fun of me because of the shirt and because I get most of my stuff from the thrift shop,” tears welled up in their eyes and    hastily they tried to wipe the tears away. “They called me trailer trash and said I would only be a poor loser.” 

“You know that’s not true,” Eddie protested. 

“I just wanted to be like you Eddie, you’re so cool and - and have a really cool style” they hiccuped. “But everyone was so mean!” 

Gently he pulled (Y/N) into his chest and let them sob as he gently shushed them, comforting as best as he could. (Y/N) gripped tightly onto his jacket and whimpered softly, nuzzling further into Eddie’s arms. 

“You know, kid” Eddie said softly. “I’m actually… not as cool as you think I am. In fact, I am the definition of uncool.” 

“You’re just saying that,” (Y/N) mumbled.    

“As cool as you think I am, kid. Everyone in my school thinks I am a freak and weirdo too” Eddie said. “Thing is, as hard as it is for you right now there will be others who you’ll find along the way. Others who don’t quite fit in and will understand you because people suck sometimes.” 

“But I think you’re cool Eddie.” 

“And I think you’re cool too, kid. Heck, I think you’re too cool for any of those losers that made fun of you for being yourself” he said. “You weren’t afraid to be you and that takes a ton of guts, so that’s cool in my book.” 

The 7 year old was quiet, “I was really scared. I couldn’t say anything when they made fun of me.” 

“And that’s okay, kid. You don’t have to do anything, just don’t ever let them change who you are” Eddie said. “You think you can do that?”  

“Yeah,” they mumbled. “But what do I do if I get scared again?” 

Eddie thought about it for a moment and carefully pulled off the leather bracelet from his wrist. 

“Here!” He said while gently tying it around the child’s wrist. “Any time you get scared, this magic infused bracelet will give you courage to keep being you because I’ll be cheering you on.” 

(Y/N) giggled, “I’m not a baby anymore Eddie. I know that magic isn’t real!” 

“Hey, I pulled a quarter from your ear once, didn’t I?” 

“Well, yeah but -“ 

“No buts! I got Eddie magic so it’s different, got it?” 

“Okay, I got it!” They laughed some more. 

Despite their originally sad mood, a bright smile lit up their features as they looked at Eddie with admiration. 

“You know Eddie, I can’t wait to grow up and be as cool as you someday.” 

“Nah kid, you don’t have to grow up to be cool. Cause you’re already the coolest.” 

He wouldn’t know it, but Eddie’s words would stick with (Y/N) even when he was gone.    

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Tag: @spidyyparker​ @iidarlingbunbun​ @reticent-writer2-0​

[luminnara]

So uhh I know they are in different worlds bit like....

Marko x Reader x Eddie...

They are my doe-eyed idiots and I love them more than life

Thoughts?

*clears throat*

This is the good shit

Maybe Eddie finds his way to Santa Carla alone and meets you there. He loves the seaside town because it’s full of drifters and weirdos, and he can get anything he wants, whenever he wants it. It’s easy to make some cash selling drugs or picking up odd jobs, and there’s always live music down on the beach at night.

One evening, he catches wind of a metal show at the bandstand, and of course he has to go check it out. So he weaves through the crowd and that’s when he sees you there, looking so hot and just his type, and you’re all alone because your boyfriend is off grabbing himself a snack. But Eddie doesn’t know you’ve even got a boyfriend, of course, and he just can’t keep his eyes off of you…and when you notice, because you can feel his stare burning into the back of your head, you finally turn and see this adorable metal head who looks a little bit like he might fit in with the gang.

You hang out, and he’s so sweet and so fun, bursting with energy and constantly cracking jokes. He tells you about his hometown and you tell him about yours, and by the time things are starting to quiet down around the boardwalk, you realize you might have a little crush on him. He’s got a massive crush on you, of course, but when he offers to walk you back to the boys, he’s suddenly faced with your boyfriend.

Marko is a goofy dude. Not as goofy as Paul, maybe, but when he’s not shredding his prey, he’s just as funny as the others…so when he sees you walking up holding the hand of a guy who looks like he can’t go ten minutes without listening to Iron Maiden, he’s more curious and less pissed. He can tell you’re happy. Hell, he’d left you alone all night because he knew that you were safe on their boardwalk, and he would have felt it if you were in danger.

So even as he’s wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss against your temple, he’s checking Eddie out. He’s examining him, admiring the shape of his face and the rings on his fingers. He can see the confusion and then disappointment in his eyes and it makes Marko chuckle, because he knows that this guy from out of town must be thinking that he struck out and you were off limits now.

Except that’s not how things work in Santa Carla, especially not for the vampires who run things, and Marko invites him back to the cave to hang out for the rest of the night. Eddie agrees, of course, looking towards you hopefully, and then when David just shrugs because he really doesn’t give a shit what the two of you do in your free time, you all set off, racing down the beach towards the bluff.

And Eddie loves the cave. There’s so much to look at, layers and layers of decades worth of graffiti on the walls, piles of Knick knacks and things that the boys have gotten interested in and then grown bored of. It’s a treasure trove and a time capsule, a museum of all the coolest shit that’s existed in California for the past 80 years, and Eddie could sort through it for hours if he had the attention span.

And, most importantly, there’s plenty of weed.

The three of you smoke, getting nice and high, and by the wee hours of the morning, you’re a tangle of limbs that Marko is having to crawl out of in order to head to his roost and stay safe from the morning sun. When you wake up the next evening, Eddie is confused but happy, Marko is already teasing him nonstop, and you’ve got two boyfriends you get to watch kiss 😎

[lokis-army-77]

Hi ! I hope you had a wonderful day! :)

I was just wondering if you could do a eddie x female reader, where Eddie is a vampire or a demon (you can choose) that works at a haunted house and people thinks it’s make up but it’s not?

If you do thank you so much ! And also I LOVE you work ! <3

Haunted Act

Vampire! Eddie Munson x female reader (could be seen as GN)

Word Count: 1845

There's only one thing that King Eddie wants when he calls his wife to the throne room late at night, her.

Warning: blood, non-con blood drinking, scaring, haunted house.

I hope this was okay, I honestly had no clue where I was going with this at all...

Masterlist 

The best-haunted houses were always outside of some podunk town in the middle of nowhere. That's how I ended up almost two hours away from home with two of my friends, standing in the cold wet October night waiting to enter the once abandoned nursing home now turned haunted attraction. 

We had heard the stories of this place for years. That the scares were awesome and the actors were very engaging, especially the guy who was dressed as a vampire. Most of the stories were about him, how his sharp teeth and glowing red eyes looked so real, and no to mention how hot he was.

I was excited to see for myself, anticipating his stone-cold red gaze, my friends were as well but maybe a little less so.

My heart began to pound harder and harder as we neared the entrance to the haunt. I wasn't scared, I rarely ever was when it came to these types of things, but the adrenaline of the impending excitement was enough to have me hopping on my toes. My friends on the other hand were huddled together in anxiousness, constantly looking over their shoulders for any actors sneaking up to us in line. 

Finally, the three of us made it to the door and we were guided in along with the man and woman who had been added to our group by the workers. In the dark closed-off room, we were given the typical run down, no running, no flashlights or lighters, no photography, the actors could touch you if you had the glow necklace on, and they could even take you away from your group, and no hitting the actors, all things you would have heard before if you have ever gone to a haunt. 

I smiled excitedly, hands fixing the blue glow necklace around my neck and over the color of my jacket so that the actors could see it. I was the only one in the group who had spent the extra five bucks, needing the extra oomph of people touching me to possibly get scared, jump scared just wouldn't cut it. 

After being given the rules we were ushered through the wooden door into the start of the haunt. 

It was pitch black and all you could hear were the screams of people and actors further ahead of us as well as the blasting heavy metal music. 

I was first in line, my friends huddled behind me, one of them clinging to my jacket and the other clinging to the one behind me. The couple, I had no idea where they were and paid their absence no mind.

With my hand shield out I felt around for where we should go and gasped slightly when I almost fell forward into an opening, my friend screaming at my sudden exhale of air 

"Found the door," I laughed. And they both sighed and got onto me for scaring them. 

Slowly we entered a maze, the walls squishing in on our sides and the floor dipping and cutting in all different angles to try and trip us up. 

When we came out on the other side, we were met with flickering lamp light. Stepping out into the open, bare room I felt a hand push into my shoulder. Glancing over I giggled at the actor in a bloody mask. My friend behind me began screaming as the actor came into their personal space, crowding them with his broad figure, taunting them as they shivered in fear. 

I was urged forward by my friends as they hurriedly pushed me into the corridor and down a darkened hall. At the end was another open room, filled with stroking lights a bags filled with what looked like Bodies in bags hanging from the ceiling. 

In the flashing lights, I could see jerky movements around us as two actors came for us. I felt hands on me, pulling me away from my friends. I laughed, calling out to them as they scream trying to follow me but not being able to as one of the actors held them back, scarring them. The actor which had ahold of me slowly tangled his fingers in my hair, twirling a strand around a thick finger. 

I could see his eyes through the holes in the old man's mask he wore. They were squinted like he was smiling at me. I giggled at him, not feeling scared at all. In fact, I was having a wonderful time. Then he spoke eerily out to me, voice muffled by the thick plastic of the mask. 

“Oh, he’s going to love you.” 

I raised my eyebrows, confused at his statement before he tugged on the strand of hair and let go, pushing me towards the door. Stumbling through the thick plastic flaps which covered the exit I was met with another hallway, this time it was decorated to look like an abandoned hospital with papers scattered all around the floor, an empty wheelchair, and two IV poles standing by a wooden desk. I waited for my friends, laughing to myself in the empty hallways as their shrieks became louder and louder. Moments later my friends were flinging themselves out of the previous room. 

“Why did you ever talk us into doing this?” Leah cried playfully hitting them in the shoulder. 

“You guys said you weren’t scared.” I laughed. “Come on, we have to keep going.”

Sara’s voice came out in a quiet, shaken mess, “I don’t know if I can, it's only been two rooms and I feel like I’m gonna have a heart attack.” 

“Oh come on you two, it’s fine. It will all be over before you know it.” I started walking down the hall and they quickly followed. 

“Hey, where is that couple? They were right behind us in that blacked-out maze and then they weren't.” Sara asked behind me. 

“I haven’t a clue. Maybe they changed their minds about going through and turned around.” I answered, turning the corner into a room that was decorated like an office of some kind with a desk and filing cabinets directly in front of us. No doors were present that I could see, they must have been hidden behind the two large bookcases to our left and right, which, I did not know.

My thoughts were proven right when they both swung open and two men came out of their openings. They weren’t wearing masks and their clothes resembled something straight out of the 1980s, they weren't scary at all. 

Behind me, my two friends cowered away from the shaggy-haired, baby-faced guy which came towards us but they weren't as scared as when the men in masks had been in their faces. I chuckled at them and watched the guy slowly make his way to them, creeping. To my left I caught the other guy moving closer. His hair was longer than the others and curlier, and when he made eye contact with me I realized who it was supposed to be, the vampire everyone had been talking about. 

People hadn’t been lying when they said that his eyes practically glowed red. They were eerie to stare into but they were almost hypnotic, almost distracting me from what looked like gallons of fake blood covering the bottom of his chin and his once-white shirt. Soon he was directly in front of me, hand reaching out to tug on a strand of hair, lips parting in a sinister smile, showing off the fangs he had. 

I tried to laugh at the weird feeling I was getting off. The guy was looking at me like he was starving and I was the first morsel of food he had seen in years. I could no longer hear or feel my friends around me, it was only me and the very attractive vampire guy. 

His face inched towards mine, lips coming to whisper in my ear. “You smell divine.” He let his hand fall from my hair, a finger traveling down the side of my face and to my neck, stopping to pull my head to the side. 

“Thank you.” I joked but my laughter died off as I made eye contact with him again. Wow, that was some really good acting, I thought. 

“I bet you would taste even better.” 

“Then try me.” I played along, craning my neck more, moving my hair out of the way. 

He had a sinister grin on his face which did not meet his eyes as he leaned in. I jerked back slightly as he unexpectedly licked a thick stripe up my neck, over my jugular. I hadn’t noticed that his hands had wrapped around me, keeping me in place against him. 

No matter how hot he was, it was kinda weird that he would be licking my neck. I tried to back away again but he held me tighter. “Dude, what the hell?”

He said nothing and didn’t even acknowledge my concern. In an instant his mouth was on my neck, sharp teeth grazing over the pulse in my neck, and then suddenly he was plunging his teeth in. 

I struggled against him at first, fists pushing against his shoulders weakly but he was far stronger than anyone I had ever known, but slowly my body became lax. It was like I had lost the will to fight back and my mind was becoming foggy. 

The only thing I could hear in my ears as the blood rushed past were his grunts and gulping moans against my neck. His hands were splayed across my back pushing my limp body into his. He pulled away for a moment, looking me in the eyes with his fiercely red ones, tongue darting out to lick up the blood which fell from the corners of his mouth.

“Just as I thought,” he whispered, “divine.” 

He hoisted me up over his shoulder and took me through the secret door from which he had appeared. With my blurry vision, I couldn’t really make out anything in the dark room but I did realize he was laying me on some sort of cot. 

His fingers wisped hair from my face back behind my head and his thumb pressed into the wounds on my neck, making me whimper. 

“Maybe I’ll keep you.” He thought out loud to himself. 

My mind was screaming at me that this was not normal, that this was not safe, but something was overpowering it. Maybe his red eyes had hypnotized me and made my body and mind compliant with his will. No thoughts of my friends or what had happened floated around, it was just silence and the sound of my heart beating slowly in my ears. 

Nevertheless, sleep came fast after that, with all the blood he had drank from me I was in no condition to even lift a finger, I was weak. And all I really knew was that this was not a haunted act, it was real and I probably wasn’t the first person of the night that he had drained.

[chopper-witch]

Ritual 777 - Chapter 1: How I Get Myself Killed

Eddie Muson x female!reader; Jennifer’s Body!AU

Minors DNI. I will find and tell your parents or guardians.

Story title inspired by Ritual 777 by Temple Twins

Chapter title inspired by How I Get Myself Killed by Indigo De Souza

I will have a full playlist soon

WC: 3,500+

Warnings: underage alcohol consumption, drugging of drinks, sexual assault, literal usage of human sacrifice, no actual murder but there will be actual murder later; if you shouldn’t be watching HBO’s most popular shows you shouldn’t be reading my work. Like seriously. 

This is like the only time I will use (y/n) I am so sorry.

A/N: This chapter has no Eddie in it at all, but it sets up the whole how did reader become tied to a demon thing. It deviates from Jennifer’s Body in several ways but it fits better to later plans. Also, I know some of the details are inaccurate concerning lining up with season 1 but frankly, I don’t care lmfao. Finally, I have like,,, mad bad dyslexia so please forgive all mistakes I put this through grammarly and like regular spell check and did all the other techniques I was taught. I can speak well, I cannot write for shit.

Masterlist

October 31, 1983

There is something about small towns in the middle of nearly nowhere and Halloween that mix just right. Every small town has its own verified monster, according to every citizen who lives there, and Halloween just brings something evil out of the ground that normally just lurks. 

Some small towns refuse to participate. Too worried about that evil that lurks. 

Others, it seems, openly invite it to dance. 

Hawkins is definitely the latter.

Cherie, a friend since elementary who has a penchant for skirts that tend to get her sent to the principal's office and eyes so dark you’ve heard others wonder if she’s got something evil residing in her, slides an invitation on your desk. 

Halloween Party at Tommy’s, apparently.

“It’s a Monday.” You toss the invitation back to her. “Should we really be going to a party?” 

“Hell yeah. It’s Halloween. Come on.”

Behind her sits Ailise, not a hair out of place in her perfectly kept twists, as usual, popping her gum with wide eyes, awaiting your response.

“Alright, alright.” You shake your head. “Fine. You’ve convinced me.” 

Cherie finally slides into her seat right as the bell rings but continues to speak as Mr. Jones begins asking for the weekend’s history homework.

“Yay! I’ll drive there, but there are like… no promises about driving back.”

“Yeah. I know.” You snatch her homework from her to send over to the left as always, and she rolls her eyes. How she stays in the honors classes is a miracle. “I know how parties work when we go together, Cher.”

“Pick you up at ten then.” 

—

10 always means 10:30.

Always.

So you’re leaning against your front door, black jeans on, white v-neck with red dye dripped down the front, waiting for her. Nails have been painted black and red lipstick has been added as a little flourish. 

Because vampires are always in style.

The familiar black Mustang that her brother restored for her after someone crashed it into a tree last year rolls up, blasting music far too loud for 10:30.

Cherie rolls down her window to her car and leans her head out. “Boo. That’s such a lame costume.”

“Vampires are never lame,” you insist, climbing into the car. “You’re just jealous. I look good in blood red, and you have to wear basically underwear.”

Cherie looks to Ailise for back up but she just shrugs. 

“And turn it down. My neighbors will be on my ass again. You know it’s mostly old people here.” 

“Yeah, yeah. We’re leaving.”

For a small town, Hawkins has some of the largest parties, you’re convinced. Maybe it’s just a small town thing. When sent off to live with visiting a cousin in a Chicago suburb a few summers ago, the parties were large but not… Hawkins’ large. You suppose it’s because everyone holds them instead of just the few who actually can. People are spread out over ten or twenty instead of all gathered at the one or two that are happening. 

Someone shoves a drink in your hand the second you cross into the house and you chug it without thought. Better to be drunk than sober at parties you learned long ago. 

Cherie and Ailise are already gone in the crowd within seconds. 

You follow the complaints about drinks to the kitchen, snatching an open bottle of vodka and filling the cup almost entirely. 

Better drunk. Always better drunk.

The parties are all the same anyways. Someone cheats on someone. Someone is hooking up with someone else in the bathroom, the bedrooms, or the forest most of these houses have behind them. Two to five people are bound to get into a physical fight at some point. 

Cherie will pass out on the couch. Ailise will probably walk home.

Some other junior saddles up next to you after a few minutes alone just drinking, some boy you vaguely know from a class last year, eyes trailing from your exposed ankles to the necklace dangling between your tits. 

“No.”

And you walk out of the kitchen, deciding to wander through the crowd. 

Steve Harrington, who hates you for some unknown reason, is dancing like a jackass with some poor sophomore who looks like she’d rather be anywhere else. He probably hates you because you let him fail on his half of a partner project instead of picking up the slack. Not your fault, really. You warned him. And given that normally you don’t follow through on such threats, he didn’t believe you. 

But for the first time in his life, someone let him fail. 

As you move into another room, you trip. The vodka that you haven’t had yet goes spilling down your shirt, turning the white shirt with red splotches entirely sheer. You aren’t a complete idiot, however, and it only ends up exposing the red bra you put on underneath, which doesn’t show through very much when it’s beneath sheer dyed red. 

You move on. Somebody has to have some stupid party game set up somewhere. Something to do. It’s Halloween, after all. 

The next room is boring. More dancing, making out, and a game of spin the fucking bottle. 

Jesus Christ. 

You trip again, but this time you can’t blame it on those dang strips of wood some houses have between rooms. Your eyes look down to find what the hell you could have possibly tripped on only to find your shoes doubling and blurring. 

Strange.

When you look up, the heads of people begin tilting towards the right. Slowly but surely tilting. Your body follows. 

Tilting, tilting, tilting…

Until you finally fall over. 

A pair of arms catch you, strong and steady. A sharp contrast to the current cartwheels your head is deciding to do.

“You feeling okay there, madame president?” 

Your eyes narrow to focus. But that voice… you know that voice. The senior who you’ve been sent to tutor for the test he has this Friday. Otherwise, he may fail out of school entirely despite it being only October. And a star athlete can’t be failing.

“Chase?” 

“Yeah. You don’t look so good. You want to go get some air?” 

“I should go find Cherie or - or Ailise. Tell… tell her…” 

“Someone will let her know, yeah? Come on. Looks like you’re gonna be sick. The cold will help."

He hooks an arm around you and helps move you through the crowd of blurring colors. One person bleeds into another, costumes becoming nothing more than an abstraction of their original shapes. 

Sexy zombies are Picasso's of brown and green; people’s faces becoming a surrealist’s wet dream as you near; the whole world spinning and twisting enough to make even Natalia Yurchenko sick.

A sharp wall of cold air burns your face as you finally make it out into the cold of an Indiana Halloween. Nothing gets clearer, but everything definitely gets colder. 

Instead of stopping at the seats you know are set up in front of the fire someone started in the backyard, Chase keeps dragging you towards the tree line. 

“Where are you taking me?” You ask through heavy lips, trying to turn your head back towards the party. But it’s growing dark and no longer are there shapes, just swirls of colors.

Your vision just jumped from Picasso’s Les femmes d’Alger to Benglis’s Baby Contraband.

Figured you’d at least have some more surrealism or another form of vaguely human abstraction before it became entire blobs of nonsense. But whatever hit your system hit it fast. Even the moon, a beautiful crescent, is nothing more than a giant blurry white blob hidden behind just as blurry scrawls of black.

“Don’t worry about it, madame president.”

You try to tell him something, something about wanting to be near the fire, by people, but all your lips do is open and close a few times like a damn goldfish. 

“Her?” A second voice asks through the ever-growing buzzing in your head. 

The crunching of leaves begins to grow distant, miles and miles away. Everything just seems so… so far. Like you are on the moon or maybe even Mars. 

Chase has begun dragging you, your legs turned as heavy as lead but as weak as jelly. 

You expect him to complain, joke about you being careful, but he doesn’t. He just keeps his grip on you tight and drags you through the forest.

“Dude, it’s not like anyone is going to miss her,” a third voice replies.

The top of your feet hit a root, a stretch shooting up the front of your legs. A gasp leaves your lips but it seems not to bother Chase and whoever else is with you. 

“Isn’t she like student body president or whatever? People will notice.” Voice two.

“People won’t miss her though. No one even notices her most of the time and those who do are just annoyed. They voted for her to get her to shut up.” Voice three.

“I know I did.” Chase. 

A barely audible scream rips from your throat before you even feel the electric burning up your spine and through your toes or the crack of your skull. 

The sky clears a little. It’s still hazy, but the moon is a blurry crescent instead of just an out-of-focus light through a raindrop; the tree branches have some shape instead of all blending into each other; you can tell there are indeed four boys hovering over you. 

“Sacrifice needs to be alive, dick.” A fourth voice.

Sacrifice? 

Oh, fuck.

You thrash, the edges of the rock cruelly digging into your spine. While it would leave you terrified and scarred, you know you could crawl to that recluse and drunk of a police chief and explain what happened and something might happen to this group of dickheads if you get raped in these woods. 

There will be no your side if you get fucking murdered.

Your body just twitches, however, and nothing more than a whimper leaves your lips. Limbs too heavy, face too numb.

“Shut her up and tie her down.” Chase.

Something is shoved into your already slightly gaped open mouth. Cottony, salty. 

Hopefully not someone’s sock. Or underwear.

Just work to identify the voices. If you get out, you can identify them in court. Focus.

“Are we sure about this?” Voice two.

“We do this and it doesn’t work, someone who no one will even miss is gone. We do this and it works, we’re into our top choices with early admission, and full rides, we get it all boys. Come on.” Chase.

“Plus how easy will this be to blame on one of those freaks. Demonic sacrifice on Halloween?” Voice three.

“Are we sure about her though? What if she isn’t a virgin?” Voice two.

Virgin? No, you definitely aren’t one. But they don’t know that and there is no way to communicate that while gagged and drugged.

“Have you met her?” Voice four.

Sounds like they wouldn’t believe you anyway.

“Dude, just tie her down.” Chase.

One of them kneels by you, rope scratching against your right wrist first. It stings, burns, but you can’t even wince as your body refuses to react at all to anything. The best you can do is roll your head to where the body is beside you, making quick work of yanking your arms above your head to finish off tying them together. 

Your eyes catch those of Greg, someone whose mom begged you to help him over the summer, as his face nears yours. Voice two you assume. He looks hesitant and you try to hold the gaze, beg him, but he looks away and focuses on finishing off the knots. Your head lolls back towards the sky.

Chase. Greg. 

Which means voices three and four are probably Devin and Seth.

Who you assume must be Greg tries to pull your arms apart at the wrist as hard as he can. Another scream bubbles at your throat, rock clawing into your back and rope rubbing your skin raw as he does so. 

Once again, nothing more than a moan comes out and it is muffled by the gag.

“All tied down.” Greg.

Ripping reaches your ears, ever so softly, through the growing haze you are falling back into. Shivers run along your front. It takes a few seconds, until after one of them has reached to grope your chest, to realize that your shirt and bra have been hacked off from the front.

Hands tied, body drugged, mind hazy. 

All you can do is try to roll your head to see what they are trying to do. 

But the world is becoming like that really shitty polaroid Cherie gave you of her eye, far too close and completely indistinguishable, all over again.

“Cute tits.” Voice four.

“Virgin, Seth.” Voice three.

The hand is withdrawn.

Not that it matters, considering how little you can feel.

Chase. Greg. Seth.

Definitely Devin too.

The four star-athletes on the verge of failing out of Hawkins.

“Alright, here we go.” Chase. “We come here tonight to sacrifice the body of (y/n), of Hawkins, Indiana. In return we ask for our desires to be returned in full - early admission into our choice colleges with full scholarships, perfect grades this final year of high school, for us to find and keep the loves of our lives, and to have rich and successful lives. With the deepest malice and most gracious thanks, we offer this virgin to thee.”

What? They’re sacrificing you to… to do well in school?

Dear god what the fuck.

There is a pause and the sound of leather rubbing against metal can be faintly heard. A knife, dagger, something sharp.

“Alright, how many times do I stab her again?” Chase.

“It says stab her seven times.” Seth.

“Seven times? Not six?” Chase.

“It says seven.” Devin.

“Seven deadly sins, seven kings, seven heads of the whore of a Babylon… seven makes sense.” Greg. “What? Revelation 17, one through eighteen. You know?” 

“Oh, watch out boys, we got a biblical scholar over here.” Devin.

They laugh. 

The four of the laugh as if they haven’t got you tied down to a rock, shirt torn open, god knows what shoved into your mouth, knife or whatever hovering over you.

As if they aren’t just about to murder a fellow student to try and make it big. 

“Alright.” Chase. “I would say sorry but you’re about to make me very rich.” 

It goes through so far that the blade clinks against the stone below you. 

Heat like lava flows from your abdomen and cascades over you.

When did blood become this hot? It’s never felt this hot before. Never like fire leaving trails of desecration on your skin. Never like the devil choosing to dance on your skin in the cold of night, feet leaving a pattern of burns.

Never like burning alive.

Focus. Focus. Focus.

Somewhere else. Anywhere else. What else is there to focus on?

The moon? No. All you can see is one large white blur taking up nearly the entire sky. 

The night noises? No. It seems all the critters scattered as soon as they realized what was going to happen. 

The party in the distance? No. It’s like everyone left when you did. 

All that’s left is you, the rock beneath you, the dagger they’ve now stabbed through you three times with, and the four boys who thought killing a fellow student was a genius idea.

Maybe Cherie and Ailise would at least miss you. That would be nice. 

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” 

It repeats over and over and over in your head with each stab, the unfamiliar voice soothing you and distracting you from the pain. An angel, you suppose, if they really do exist. Or just a final hallucination to get you through the horror of death.

The seventh goes right through your heart, your body tensing up one last time.

“I’ve got you.”

—

You wake vomiting. 

On your hands and knees, rope burns on your wrist and mud matted to your head. It’s black and sludge-like and covers almost half the clearing. 

When you finally stop heaving, you sit up and tilt your head to the night sky. The crescent moon tickles your skin awake. It feels gentler than a feather and warmer than a midsummer’s sun.

You cry.

Flashes of the night interrupt the clenching in your gut, in your chest, in your soul. A flash of a solo cup, the world tilting, Chase asking if you’re okay, colors swirling, Greg’s eyes as he ties you down, discussions of sacrifices, 

“It says stab her seven times.” 

Reflexively, your hands grab at your stomach. 

No marks. No exposed muscle and fat. The blood is still smeared all over your stomach and even the rock you were left on when you glance back, the knife lazily tossed to the side, half-wrapped in strips of the shirt you had been wearing.

But no stab wounds. 

Not even one.

Forget seven.

But… it happened. It had to have. The dagger is there; the blood is there; you’re here, not at the party.

You crawl and grab the dagger. The tip is dulled where it hit the stone seven times, just as you remembered. It has a few rope fibers from where they apparently decided to untie you once you were… dead?

No. You couldn’t have died. If you did you wouldn’t be here right now. 

And that voice. That voice that spoke. 

“I’ve got you,” it had said, getting louder with each one. Every time you were stabbed, it repeated the phrase. 

“I’ve got you. 

I’ve got you. 

I’ve got you. 

I’ve got you. 

I’ve got you. 

I’ve got you. 

I’ve got you.”

The dagger cuts deep into your hand as you squeeze it tight in frustration. You hiss. Your fingers release their near-death grip to expose a long cut on both palms, running deeper than you expected.

In seconds, it seals shut as if it never existed in the first place.

“What the fuck,” you whisper.

A loud group of cheering echoes through the forest. It’s only 12:35 according to your watch.

It’s only been a little over an hour and a half.

You turn towards the party, where the music is loud and people are yelling in excitement still. Celebrating Halloween despite it now being November. 

Were they right?

Did anyone even notice you were gone?

Did anyone even care that you were just murdered in the woods but a half-mile away?

You doubt it. Cherie would move on after holding some sort of dramatic vigil. Ailise would say she had dibs on your things. But then the sympathy would end and so would their care.

Instead of heading back to the house where your friends are bound to still be, you turn to the right, heading towards the major road nearby to begin the six-mile walk home, the dagger gripped tight in your hand. 

The police chief wouldn’t believe this. Especially not without stab wounds.

No one will.

You’re just a dead girl walking with no proof but the knife and the rope burns. 

Which proves nothing but being tied down and your clothes cut off.

Sexual assault, you could claim. 

But not attempted murder. Not actual murder. No. 

Someone compliments your costume on the way home. Another calls you a slut for having your tits out. A third asks if you’d suck them.

You just keep walking, dagger gripped tight in your hand.

“I’ve got you,” the voice says one more time as you fall asleep that night, buried beneath every blanket you could find after scrubbing your skin raw. 

Only the scar above your heart remains, healed over already with skin so thick you aren’t sure anything could ever penetrate it again.

It’s a comfort. Whatever the voice is. 

The last thing you see as your eyes close is the blade glinting on the night stand, blood still covering most of it.

—

You don’t go to school the next day. No one calls to ask if you’re okay. 

Everything about you looks terrible, sick. Deathly even. Everything you eat turns into that sludge-like vomit. Everything hurts and everyone else seems inconsequential now.

The patch above your heart shrunk slightly. Like a top protective coat fading.

“Hey! She lives!” Cheri laughs when you do return to school on Wednesday.

“Like you would care,” you mumble, angrily switching your books.

“What was that?” 

You tilt your head past your locker door, eyes staring deeply into Cherie’s.

You once thought them to be black. So, so dark. Now they don’t look as dark. There is more to them. A hint of sandy beach in one corner of her right eye and a sliver of burning fire in the left. They’re deep, full of volume. Not dark.

“I said like you would care. You didn’t see me leave the party. Didn’t even bother checking in on me yesterday. I could have been dead on the side of the road and you wouldn’t have cared.” 

Cherie crosses her arms. “That’s not true and you know it.” 

Ailise steps in between you and Cherie. Everything of hers looks different too. One or two gray hairs you never noticed. A stray hair that you would have never seen before.

“We’re sorry, okay?” She begins, the movement in her lips exposing tiny cracks you swore weren’t there before. “We were shitty to you. You know Cher has been way too into that dickhead track runner and I just wanted to hook up with anyone. We were distracted.” 

“We swear to do better,” Cherie adds, voice having a slight quiver for the first time since her dog died when she was eight.

Your eyes carefully assess them. 

For the first time in your life, you can actually tell if they are lying or not. It’s not just a gut feeling that is inevitably overridden by your need to be liked. It’s like a detector of some kind. An aura around them almost.

“Okay. But fuck up again, and I will kill you.” 

You slam your locker so hard the lock bends.

You don’t notice until later, of course, when you return to switch out your books again and for the first time in years, following the first time in years you stayed home, you are late to class.

[seancekitsch]

Die with your Boots on: Part 3, a Vampire!Eddie Munson x Reader

part one, part two here

warnings: vampire shit, cursing, possessive eddie, steve is fed up with couples arguing, surprisingly sweet smut, maybe angst, insecurities, maybe sinister implications

Things fall into a pattern in the Harrington household. Steve goes to work, you go on job interviews (refusing to apply to Family Video and frustrating Steve to no end), and Eddie mostly just manages. He eats about three times a week, and doesn’t have to sleep during the day, but he does have to stay away from the windows.

Tonight you come bounding into the house, an excited look on your face. It’s something Steve and Eddie were getting used to seeing again. It’s clear you’ve interrupted some conversation between the two men, but Eddie greets you with a tight hug and a kiss to the forehead.

“What's got my lady so happy tonight?” Eddie asks, leading you to the kitchen island where he and Steve were.

“I got a job!” you announce to the both of them, not holding back your voice and nearly shouting.

“That's great!” Steve praises, “Where?”

“At a bar right outside of Marion! Like, thirty minutes from here?”

“Yeah, I know that area,” Eddie says, not exactly sounding like he wants to celebrate anymore.

“What's wrong, Eds?”

He sighs deeply, really wanting to be excited for you, but he knows you and you’ll fight him on this. He knows exactly the type of place youre talking about, dark and dirty, everything in the bar wet for some reason. Married truckers and cops and washed up scuzzballs that rough up the cute young bartenders or follow them out to their car when clearly all they want to do is go home and study for their college courses.

“I wanna be able to come check up on you okay? If you work night shifts, I’ll be there.”

You nod slowly, the smile dropping from your face. Steve excuses himself, something about not wanting to hear a couple fighting even when his parents are absent.

“Do you not trust me?” you ask, already leaning away from him and crossing your arms. He already knows it’ll be a scuffle when you get like this, stubborn to a fault. He loves it an equal amount to how much he absolutely hates it, especially because Eddie always lets you get your way.

“I do, Babe,’ he sighs, “I’ve done shows in little bars near Marion. I don’t wanna see those guys that hang out be gross with you.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

“I think I can handle myself just fine. I don’t need you to eat anyone who gives me a big tip.”

It’s his turn to scoff and get mad.

“What, you think I’m jealous of some slobs who don’t treat women right?”

“I think you might be a little possessive! Don’t you remember high school?”

“All six years of it?” he snarks back, putting his hands on his hips.

“I never got to go to prom because you scared off everyone that asked! I totally believe you would scare off big tippers. We need the money, Eds.”

Eddie only scoffs, muttering something about you having a better time prom night somewhere else.

He runs his tongue over one of his fangs, new and sharp. You sigh and shake your head at him. He’s impossible.

“Might do more than scare,” he says nonchalantly.

“You’re gonna fuckin eat my customers?” You ask, trying to sound angry but your gaze softens and the laugh in your tone is apparent. He won this round.

“Yeah maybe,” he replies cooly.

“If they touch you,” he adds, his eyes raking up and down your body.

You try hard to suppress the shiver going down your spine, but with Eddie’s heightened senses, you can’t get anything past him.

“Oh, did you like that?” he asks, tone immediately changes, and he steps forward, invading your space. You step back until the small of your back hits the stone counter of the kitchen.

“N-no?” you stutter, and his arms come around either side of you to lean against the counter, trapping you between him and it.

“I think you’re lying, Darling. I can smell it on you. I can hear your heart racing,” He dips his head low, whispering in your ear as he presses further against you. For either dramatics or his own selfishness, he inhales deeply as he pushes his face into the crook of your neck

“Maybe I like my guys possessive,” you admit smiling bashfully and turning your head away from him, but that’s not even half of it.

You like Eddie possessive; you like Eddie being so possessive he’d fight (or worse) for you. You liked that even when Eddie was just a friend in high school he was like your attack dog ready to get anyone who looked at you wrong. You just wished that when he scared away your prom date he would have taken you to somewhere a bit more intimate than Reefer Rick’s house and done something a little more with you than just smoked you out and set off fireworks high with you. 

 You can’t even hide the fact that him being some kind of vampire or something is fucking hot to you. His strength, the ease in which he can just carry you both onto the roof to watch the stars and do anything he wants. He has you a blushing mess, even in front of others, when he can throw you over his shoulder like you’re featherlight, when something as simple as your pulse can have him hard as a rock. He’s all over you, and you have a feeling it’s more than just the fact that he can finally say ‘I love you’ behind that.

And it's not like you haven't tried to be… intimate. The two of you try to get down to it, the most recent time he actually had your shirt off and had you writhing beneath him before he had to pull back. It's hard for him, he explained to you, because if he hasn't fed recently the urge can be for him to devour you instead of to ravish you. You notice the way his eyes glaze over and his brow furrows in frustration right before he pulls away from you, ripping himself from your grasp as if he’d been burned. You know it's not personal, but it still hurts a bit to be rejected like that. Part of you worries about his hunger, but deep in your heart of hearts you know he would never hurt you, not really.

“Well I guess it's good you chose me, huh?” he whispers, lips now ghosting over the shell of your ear. Your hands come up over his back, rubbing light circles against his shoulder blades. You practically melt into his embrace, letting him press you by the hips into the counter as he leans forward, your back arching to accommodate him.

“Uh huh,” you mutter, words failing you currently. How was he so fucking hot?

“Uh huh?” he mimics the breathiness of your voice, “That all you got? Baby, use your fuckin words. You know you got a mouth on you.”

His lips find your neck, mouthing at your pulse point teasingly before he presses more kisses down the column of your throat. He holds you close to him, enjoying the feeling of your body against his, taking extra care to press your chest against his. Eddies hands move all around you, groping at any part of you he can reach.

Eddie grabs you under your arms and hoists you up onto the counter, not gently, but then quickly settles in, his hips now between your thighs as he gets himself even closer to you.

“You like this top?” he asks, already pawing at the buttons.

“Eddie, don’t,” you warn, already knowing if you were to hesitate he wouldn’t. He would rip the buttons right off and pull the shirt apart.

He whines a little and pouts, but then gets to work; deft fingers working the buttons from their clasps quickly so he can pull the shirt from where it’s tucked into your jeans and throw it somewhere across the kitchen.

He presses kisses all over your chest and collarbones, mouthing and moaning on you and leaving a trail of spit in his wake.

“So pretty, so fucking pretty,” he groans, and you can only arch further into him, your head falling back as you flourish under his touch.

He makes his way back up, finally capturing your lips in a long awaited kiss, wet and sloppy. He licks at your lips until they part and then is quick to push his tongue into your mouth. It's imperfect and messy and so perfectly Eddie. It's exactly how you always imagined he would kiss you.

When you were just friends, he was still so tactile, always hands on you, any kiss on the forehead or cheek would be messy and smear up your makeup. Now that you think back on it though, his reasons for being all over you probably weren't so innocent.

Your hands roam his body, palms coming up over his shoulders and rubbing against his chest where you can reach, soft skin against the soft worn material of his motorhead shirt. You reach down, towards the hem of his shirt. He seems to anticipate this, and his own hands grasp your wrists and pull them away, stopping your movement. He pulls away, worry in evident in his eyes, previously dilated with lust.

“If we— can we,” Eddie stutters, his bravado and confidence fading fast, his eyes darting between you and the stairs.

“Let’s go upstairs,” you offer, sparing his nerves. He helps you off the counter, removing your hands from under his shirt as he does so and leads you towards the stairs. Almost all of the urgency of his movements has faded away.

He opens the door to the guest room- your bedroom- almost timidly and leads you to the bed, where you instantly drop onto it. Eddie chews his lip, his fangs poking out every few seconds.

“Eds, baby, whats up?” you ask, “Are you… hungry?”

You try to put it lightly, you don't want to set him off. He shakes his head, his lovely curls shaking wildly as well.

“Nah I- I had a go at the meat freezer earlier.”

You stand up to try to embrace him again but he steps back.

“Are you okay?” you ask, a slight edge in your voice. You're not mad at him, you're not, but Eddie is always at least recently direct with you. He tells you what he’s thinking, what different stimuli are doing to his new senses and experiences. If this is a vampire thing, you need to know, sooner rather than later.

He sighs and looks down at your slightly shaking hands. Maybe he shouldn't do it.

“I don't want to scare you away.”

You shake your head, ready to refute him, but he keeps going.

“I don't look like I used to. I know I wasn't exactly Eddie Van Halen before but I’m downright ugly now, sweetheart.”

Your shoulders sag, your heart breaking for him.

“Eddie you know I only said I liked Van Valen was so I could say ‘I have a crush on Eddie’ without embarrassing myself, right?”

Well shit, he didn't. He smiles a little at that.

“You've always been handsome. I promise I’ll like what I see.”

Your hand reaches out for him encouraging him to get close again. He doesn't, but he takes a step closer.

Well, don't say I didn't warn you, darling.”

He lifts up his shirt slowly, refusing to meet your gaze. You were there when it happened, so you know what to expect, just maybe not as scarring. You saw him bloodied and holey. Pale purple and white scar tissue litters his skin, one of his hips looks marred and torn like a road in need of paving. His light happy trail that leads all the way up to the bottom of his belly button is interrupted by another tear of flesh, this one darker than the others you see. Eddie sighs as he pulls the tee shirt the rest of the way over his head, and he continues to look anywhere but at you. Suddenly, it’s like the sneakers Steve had leant Eddie in the corner were the most interesting things in the world.

The scarring gets worse the closer to his neck it gets. His right nipple is entirely gone, his pectoral on that side a shredded flat panel of near white scar tissue so much paler than the rest of his skin.

Your heart is fucking broken. How had he survived this? Vampire or not, he must have been more bloodied chew toy than young man for an agonizing amount of time. Despite this, you don't find yourself missing his old body. This is the body of your boyfriend, the man you love. You can't help but love every scar. It's all part of him. 

You stand up off the bed, and enter his space. He tries to dodge your gaze, but you're nothing if not stubborn, bobbing your head until he can't escape you and he finally looks at you.

“You didn't need to hide this from me,” you whisper, as if you’d scare him if you speak louder. 

Your hands gently reach out to touch him, his cool skin a contrast to yours. His skin is still smooth, where there isn't scarring. The scars don't feel rough like you'd imagine, though; the raised texture doesn't feel much different from your own scars. You run your hands up and down his chest, careful to avoid the purpled scars as those ones look more painful. His eyes are trained on you, dark brown and wet like he's ready to cry.

“You're so strong, Eddie, thank you for trusting me with this,” you punctuate this with a kiss to the top of his marred pectoral, then another kiss right above his heart.

“You're sure you want this?” He asks, his voice wavering.

You only nod, offering him a reassuring smile and all of the silent love in your heart.

Eddie grabs you again, this time with even more force than he did in the kitchen, his hands pulling your bare waist against him. His mouth is all over you, quickly descending to your cleavage. Eddie nudges your bra away to nip at your breast, sure to leave a mark.

“All mine, all fuckin mine,” he mumbles against you, one of his fangs grazing your skin and lighting a fire in you.

What would that feel like? you think. Would it feel good for you? It’s already clear Eddie has some kind of need to taste you, one that he’s a complete gentleman about not acting on, but maybe you’d let him one day.

“All yours, baby,” you moan, loving his attention to your chest, “I want you to take me, make sure everyone knows I’m yours.”

“Fuuuck, babe you sound like a good porno. Keep saying shit like that and I’m not gonna last.”

You're both laughing as he unclasps your bra and pushes you back towards the bed, and then reconnects in a sloppy kiss as you fall over each other trying to climb up towards the pillows. You settle under him, his body between your thighs and pressing bare chests against each other.

“Do you know how long I've waited to see these?” Eddie asks, cupping your breasts in his hands.

“I’m guessing it's not recent?” you joke, hooking your fingers in his belt loops and yanking his hips into yours.

“Since that summer you came back from camp with them, sweetheart.”

About eight years, then. How long had he loved you then?

He squeezes one harshly, and you moan wantonly.

“I think I need you out of your pants too, Eds. I can't wait any longer,” you moan again, starting to buck your hips up against him or any kind of friction you can get. How many fucking nights you had spent with your hand exactly where Eddie currently was and just hoping youd get to feel the real thing one day.

“Guess I can’t leave my queen waiting, can I?” Eddie teases, and gets up quickly, fumbling with his pants at the edge of the bed. You’re just as quick to work your way out of your pants, comically raising your hips off the bed to slide them off of the curve of your ass and almost frantically kicking them away. Instantly you feel better, so ready for Eddie’s cool skin to soothe the fire in your core.

He presses back flush against you, grinding himself against your panties and whining at the contact.

“More, please,” you beg, and he obliges.

He moves quickly, shimmying out of his boxers one handedly as he tries to pry the elastic of your panties down. It’s not smooth or suave, it’s not even the most romantic, but it’s you and Eddie and that makes it perfect.

You help him the rest of the way, and then you lay back to admire him. There’s another large scar on his upper thigh, and another tattoo you didn’t know about. A blade, one that looks like the one he described three campaigns before last ever one he led. His cock is everything you imagined and more. He’s hung, not the thickest, but still girth and slightly curved downwards.

“See something you like?” he teases you again. Yes, yes you do. You’re not ashamed in your staring. He’s more perfect than the statue of fucking David.

“Uh huh,” you nod absentmindedly, distracted by finally seeing your best friend naked.

“There you go again with that shit. Words, babe,” He warns, leaning back down to cage you in between his arms.

“Fuckin handsome, Eds. Godly,” you whisper, still staring down at him instead of looking him in the eye. You don’t even realize where his eyes are.

“There we go. Fuck, you’re beautiful. How are you mine?” he sighs in disbelief, eyes going back and forth down your body to memorize every detail.

“All yours, Eddie,” you echo, already out of it and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.

“You’re sure you want this?” he asks, tilting your chin to make you look at him again, “No going back if we do this.”

He means no going back from fucking your best friend. No running from the full extent of your feelings. No going back from knowing exactly what the stakes are now that this unholy coupling is consummated.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, I think I might cry if you don’t fuck me,” You respond, more sure of this than anything in your life.

“You don’t want me to warm you up or anything? Grab a condom?” he presses, eyebrows knitting in confusion.

“Eddie, I. Will. Cry. Please fuck me,” you beg, squirming under him now for any type of friction or release.

Eddie kisses you on the forehead, the tip of your nose, your lips.

“Anything for you,” He mumbles against your lips, and then lines himself up against you. The tip of his cock bumps against your clit, and an embarrassing squeak leaves your lips. Eddie laughs, dropping his head to lean his forehead against yours as he finally pushes into you.

Eddie moans loudly as he does, not hiding any of his pleasure. You're breathing deeply, unused to the stretch. Its been since high school since youve fucked anyone, and its not like your fingers could do this.

“This okay?” he asks, noticing how you are tensed.

“Better than okay,” you hiss, breathing heavily through your nose, “Youre just big.”

“You sure do know how to stroke a guys ego, pretty thing,” he chuckles, and starts moving, slowly, glacial.

You roll your hips up into his, forcing him that much deeper.

“You’re evil,” he laughs again, and then picks up the pace. He quickly finds a rhythm, rolling into you like a tide to the shore, pressing kisses and words of love into your skin the whole time. You’re massaging your thumbs into his shoulders, holding him in place and kissing your own words of love into him.

“Wanted this forever,” you gasp, lips lazily moving across his jaw.

“Want this forever,” Eddie counters, his thrusts already starting to falter and speed up. Truthfully, it doesn’t matter if this lasts long. You’ve already been wound up since Eddie caught an attitude with you, and you’ve been dying for him to touch you like this for years.

You do want this forever, you know that, and have known that forever. Truthfully, this is exactly how you wanted prom night to end after Eddie had all but threatened the guy that asked you and got you to come smoke with him instead.

“Fuck babe, you’ve got me forever,” you promise, rocking against him to help, “I’m all yours forever.”

“Forever?” he echos, and you just nod aggressively, now starting to lose more of your composure. With each thrust you start to lose control of your moans, little whimpers and squeaks leaving your throat as he bottoms out each time.

“Fuck, those noises, I could get addicted to those alone,” he moans, more ragged and losing his own composure as well.

“Could get addicted to all this,” you manage to say, “Fuck, close.”

“Yeah babe? You're gonna come for me?”

“Uh huh,” you say again, but this time he doesn't correct you, he lets it slide, maybe because of the way you are moaning around every syllable, the way hes the only thing tethering you to this world right now.

“Gonna make you- fuck- gonna,” he stutters, and then trails off focusing all his energy on you, his hand reaching down to rub tight circles on your clit to finish the job, and it works like a charm. You practically scream his name as you tighten around you, your entire body tensing and shaking beneath him.

He fucks you through your orgasm, actually quieter than he always imagined it, but sublime and beautiful moreso than he expected. You're like an angel, a real one, a biblical one, in the way that he's almost blinded by the beauty of this moment and seeing you this vulnerable. It stirs something dangerous inside of him. He’s never wanted to bite into the artery of your neck more than this moment. Never wanted to sink his teeth into you more than right now, with you making love to him and completely falling apart at this moment.

The realization scares him as much as it triggers his own release. As much as he would love to stay buried in you forever, he hastily pulls out and paints your stomach with his come. He’s not sure it would even do anything, but he doesn't want to take any chances or jeopardize anything he has with you.

Fucking ignoring the mess, he collapses on top of you, holding you close to him, hugging you tightly.

You realize your shoulder is wet, and it's not your sweat.

“Eds?” you ask, instantly worried, “You okay?”

He nods against you, not picking up his head.

“I love you, that's all. I just love you so much.”

“I love you too Eddie. You can come hang out on my night shifts,” you concede he won the earlier argument. You like your Eddie possessive.

You fall asleep like that quickly after, with Eddie staying like that with you until the sun started to rise.

He loves you too, as much as it might scare him.