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BLOODLUST, an eddie munson x reader oneshot

Summary : Eddie has been missing for weeks, and nobody has heard from him. Absolute radio silence. Until you receive a text…

Contains : Contains : Suspense, descriptions of blood and injury, minimal explicit language, anxiety and panic, a little angst, manipulation (if you squint) , mention of dead bugs, pet names, vampire eddie <3

Word count : 1.7k

Authors note: I’ve never written anything like this, and I’m super excited about sharing it! Vamp Eddie is a theory that I’ve seen circling around, so I wanted to bring it to life. I also impulsively posted this without checking for typos…oopsies

You haven't heard from him in weeks, and quite frankly never expected to ever again.

The air outside felt thick as you trudged through the mud, using more force to lift your shoes from the muck than it should have. Papers were tacked to the tree trunks all around you, some of them floating in the wind and landing in puddles beneath your feet. You'd seen the posters around town, but never picked one up until now.

“MISSING”

EDWARD ‘EDDIE’ MUNSON, TWENTY YEARS OLD, LAST SEEN WEARING A WHITE AND BLACK LONG SLEEVE HELLFIRE SHIRT WITH NAVY JEANS. WHEREABOUTS : UNKNOWN. LAST SEEN AT HAWKINS HIGH ON FRIDAY, JULY 15TH, 2022. IF YOU HAVE ANY INFORMATION, PLEASE CONTACT THE HAWKINS POLICE STATION IMMEDIATELY”

The rain from earlier had completely blended the photos of Eddie printed on the page, the ink bleeding across the paper, turning him into a warped version of himself. His facial features seemed to smear together, leaving only an eye or an ear visible. The visual was haunting. The wind around you didn't help with the chill already creeping up your spine, a shiver making its way to the surface.

Two hours earlier, the text message came.

“its eddie. the woods at 5pm. you know which ones i'm talking about. come alone”

You didn't know if it was really him, but who else would know about your special spot? The memories you two had shared there together. The secrets you'd had exchanged when it felt like no one else in the world would listen to you. The kiss you two had shared the day before he went missing. You knew you had to go.

Dropping the paper to the ground, you watched as the wind carried it, floating into a puddle of rain. The page just about disintegrated in front of your eyes, his face fading away with it. He was gone just as fast as he was there.

By this point, 4:45 was rolling around, hardly making it to your destination on time. The old wooden picnic table was soaked, the smell of rotting wood and damp earth tickling your nose as you leaned against the surface. The thick coat you had on wasn't getting the job done in terms of warmth, and impatience was quickly setting in. The slow crunch of leaves under someone's heavy boot signaled you were no longer alone. Turning around, you squint to look farther into the distance. The crunching had silenced, leaving you with nothing but an increased heart rate and the looming feeling of dread.

“Eddie?” You call weakly into the forest, spinning around at the snap of a twig. “If that's you, this isn't funny. I need to know you're okay. Just come out”

A figure appears in the distance, frizzy hair being the first thing you can make out. As they approach closer, the worn out hellfire logo comes into view, and your heart is at ease. He's alive, but that doesn't mean he's well.

A dark red stain engulfs a major portion of the white on his shirt, a tear on the leg of his jeans. The skin beneath however, does not appear to be sliced. Eddie approaches closer, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. He's breathing heavily, like he's been running. Your instinct is to back away as he comes closer, but your legs refuse to take you backward, only forward. Against your better judgment, you meet him in the middle, and that's when you see it.

A drop of blood spilled from between his lips, attempting to travel to his chin before Eddie intercepted it with his tongue. The action was quick, like he didn't want you to see. But you were too observant. Still, though, no injuries were present, so where was the blood coming from?

“You need to understand that I had to disappear. It wasn't safe for me here anymore. Just trust me when I say I needed to see you one last time”

“Why didn't you tell me you were leaving? Maybe I could've done something to help you. I poured my heart out to you in these last few weeks. You told me you trusted me with anything. I thought you were dead, eddie” Your voice shook no matter how hard you tried to keep your composure. You felt utterly deceived. The idea that something so terrible had entered his life that he had to drop off the face of the earth was unfathomable.

“You're not listening to me” His voice had lowered to a cautious volume now, as if he were worried someone was lurking, stalking in the trees surrounding the two of you.

“No, Eddie. I am absolutely listening to you. This entire situation is shitty. Do you know how many people are out there looking for you right now? And you're telling me it's not safe? For heaven's sake, the entire Hawkins police force has been scavenging the area for you. They Are the safest people we've got!- ” Your volume increased with what seemed like every word, but you didn't get to finish.

Reaching forward with a frightening sense of speed, Eddie placed his hands on your shoulders, completely in his control. The grip was anything but light. Never before had he made such a hasty move like this. Something changed him out there in god knows where these last few weeks.

The boy opened his mouth to speak, an almost metallic smell hitting you in the face.

“Keep your voice down” He spoke through gritted teeth now. “You don't get it”. With every word, his face inches closer to yours. As his words trailed off, something you'd never noticed before appeared to occupy the space between his flaky, blood stained lips.

Two white fangs.

Two little piercing triangles sitting in place of where the plain old canine teeth should be. Your entire life, observancy has shown itself to be a blessing and a curse. It was proving itself to be a curse in this moment as your feet froze to the ground, invisible cement sealing you to the earth below.

The fear you felt inside must have been perfecting itself onto your face, as Eddie was clearly taking notice. His lips slammed shut, tongue swiping the surface and taking the dried blood with it. The grip on your shoulders never loosened, no matter how hard you tried to inch away.

“I'm starving…” his voice trembled. That familiar stinging, burning feeling before you're about to cry welled up in the back of your throat, eyes turning misty. The reality of the situation was setting in. He hadn't called you here to see you one last time.

You were nothing but a meal in his eyes. A blood bag.

“Please” he begged, almost pathetically. The sockets in which his eyes sat now looked like two areas void of occupancy, the skin on the rest of his face clinging to the bone for dear life. The lack of nutrition appeared to be affecting him severely now, right in front of your eyes. “Can't you see I need this?’ His ringed fingers curled around your shoulders, pressing into the skin as if to say ‘please don't go’. Fight or flight surged through your body, and you chose flight.

For the first time since you arrived at the spot, your legs finally listened to your brain. With urgency, you sprinted from the scene. Being in the woods, everything looked the same. The same puddles filled with bugs lying on their backs, the sky being the last thing they ever saw. The sky might be the last thing you'd ever see too.

The same trees around every corner. The same missing posters with the monster you hardly recognized anymore. His face was everywhere you turned, whether it be tacked poorly to trees or being carried to some far away place in the wind.

The familiar snap of twigs under someone's heavy foot came from behind you accompanied by a shout.

“Awh c’mon sweetheart. It didn't have to be like this. It could've been over so quickly. Somebodys a runner, huh?”

An evil chuckle slipped past his lips, causing your stomach to drop. Eddie Munson was a fraud. Was everything he said to you a lie? His full intentions were finally laid out on the table now. No more secrets. No more lies.

The stale leaves folded and smashed beneath your feet, leaving little remnants crushed into the soles of your shoes. These shoes would forever hold the memory of this moment. Your lungs ached as you swerved through the trees. The odds of you having already run in circles was high. It felt like being trapped in a never ending maze. Or a neighborhood where every house looked the same. The only thing that changed was the distance between you and Eddie's voice. A bead of sweat rolled from your forehead, gasping for air as you slid behind a tree stump.

“Come out, come out wherever you are. You can't hide from me forever”

The wind blew, swirling up the loose papers from the ground once again. No matter where you went, even if he wasn't physically in front of you, you couldn't get away from him. A sinking feeling carved a hole in the pit of your stomach as two boots crept up behind you.

“Found ya, darling”

His arms reached out, encompassing your body with an obvious eagerness. You fell limp, no matter how much your body begged to kick and thrash.

Except you knew you didn't need to run. It was time to pull the trick out from under your sleeve. Spinning around in his arms, you looked into the man's blood thirsty eyes. Part of you felt bad for the stunt you pulled, but maybe he deserved it. A dumbfounded look spread across his face as you used two fingers to pull up your top lip revealing two small white fangs.

His skin flushed pale, devoid of color. You ran your tongue over the two sharp bumps as his hands began to tremble.

“Bet I had you fooled. I can keep a secret too. Surprise.’

#stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #st4 #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot

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fragilefawn444 · 2 years

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“ KISS HER, YOU FOOL “ a Ronance oneshot

Summary : In a moment of impulse, Robin invites Nancy over to share something with her that she’s wanted to get off her chest for a while.

Contains : fluff, all the ronance feels, minimal swearing, kissing , mega soft robin <3

Word count : 1.4K

Author's note : A lot of the mentioned ‘memories’ that take place in this story are just cute little headcanons I have for ronance! I wish they really happened…don’t we all?

Her thumbs trembled above the letters on her phone screen. One sharp inhale through the nose, one slow exhale through the mouth. The breeze blew the front strands of brown hair away from her field of vision. The girl sat with her back pressed to her door, knees to the chest, catatonic. Typing and deleting, her fingers hurt. Nothing seemed to be quite right. Nothing sounded like her.

‘Holy shit Robin, c’mon man. What is wrong with you,'' she thought to herself.

Pressing send on a poorly written text that appeared to have no emotion in it whatsoever, Robin stood up and chucked her phone onto her bed out of pure annoyance. With a thud, it recoiled, smacking face down onto the wooden floor below. She cringed at the sound, realizing in that instant that she should've used a screen protector like Nancy always told her to do.

Nancy was the kind of girl who prepared herself for the best of times and the worst of times. She had never cracked a screen in her life, but used a protector. She kept a raincoat in the backseat of her boxy little car even on the sunniest of days. Not only did she have one hair tie on her wrist at all times, but a second for forgetful little Robin. The amount of times the wind had blown while they ate ice cream together, plastering strands of robin's hair to her face with the sweet treat had become too much for Nancy to take anymore.

She longed to feel Nancy sweep her hair out of the way, secure it into a short ponytail and gently wipe the dessert from her cheeks again.

Robin carefully picked her phone up from the floor, taking inventory of the spider web-like crack in the glass of her screen. Her lock screen shown through in all its cheesy glory, a photo of her and Steve Harrington behind the counter at scoops ahoy in their dreadful uniforms, back to back with their arms crossed. Now unable to make out any incoming messages due to her own stupidity, she placed her phone down with a groan.

Nancy would pull an “I told you so” the minute she saw the damage.

The girl wasn't even confident the other would show up. Nancy was a busy gal, or at least that's the front she would often tend to put up. Pressing her forehead against the glass pane of her front window, she shut her eyes and dreamed of a better place.

The better place in question was-

“Helloooo. Earth to Robin.” Nancy tapped a finger gently on the glass from the other side, startling Robin beyond belief.

She snapped out of her trance quickly, jumping so high she might as well have hit the ceiling. Her feet seemed to move before her upper half, dragging the rest of her body quickly to the front door. Flinging open the door, she stood opposite Nancy, a goofy grin painted across her face.

“Sorry about that I just-“ Robin stuttered, motioning awkwardly over to the door to point out what she was referring to. “Nevermind, come in?” She shuffled away from the door, leaving room for the young journalist to enter.

“I’m sure you’re wondering why I asked you to come over, '' she began, shutting the door behind Nancy. Her stomach felt like she was sitting on top of a roller coaster, waiting for it to drop. Except it wouldn’t drop. It sat, teetering, her heart rate increasing.

“I tried texting you back but you didn’t answer” Nancy pointed at her phone, flashing her multiple texts to Robin.

“Shit.” Was all Robin could mutter as she sheepishly pulled her phone from her pocket. Flipping it over to expose the screen, she cringed, anticipating the scolding she would receive.

“I told you to use that screen protector!!” Nancy squealed, standing up snatching the electronic device from the others sweaty hand. Nancy's fingers brushed robins in the exchange, robins heart race increasing entirely higher than it should’ve from just a touch.

“My busted phone isn’t the reason you’re here right now. But it is a good excuse to talk to you, even if that means I get a lecture. Which is totally fine because-“

“You’re rambling, Robin,” Nancy said sweetly. Her words were smooth like honey.

“Okay well I don’t know how to tell you what I want to say. It’s been eating at me and I just feel all, blegh inside. Kinda like when you have to-“

“Woah woah woah. Okay I get it” Nancy let out a little snicker accompanied by a smile, her dimples making an appearance. The dimples Robin loved. The dimples that she pictured more often than she should’ve.

“You know you can talk to me, Rob.”

Robin stood across the room from Nancy now, wringing her hands together. The air felt thick with Robin's anxiety. Out of the hundreds of thousands of words that existed in the English language, none seemed to be able to express how she felt. So she decided to fire off everything that pushed its way to the forefront of her mind until it came out right.

“Sometimes when we’re walking outside, you do this thing where you get real close to me. I know it’s because there’s a big bug on the sidewalk and you don’t want to walk near it, because I see it every single time. When the sun hits you just right, your eyes shine. Like little pools of water on a hot day. I like it when you laugh so hard that you can’t stop and you hold onto your stomach and kick your legs. The way you wear these clips in your hair that- You know, I don’t even know if you’re into women. Like what do you think of boob-“

Robin felt like she was trying to sit down in a chair, and life just kept pulling it out from under her. The poor girl was failing miserably. Nothing could've saved her from the colossal clusterfuck of words she was spewing.

Nothing except the unexpected.

The roller coaster in her stomach had finally dropped when Nancy pressed her lips against Robins.

Robin's clammy hands shook as she cupped the side of Nancys delicate face. It was just one kiss, but it spoke all the words neither of them could seem to say. Their eyes fluttered open in sync, their foreheads pressed against each other.

“You know, you look like you only have one eye at this angle”

Damn it, Robin. Are you really that awkward?

“Are you kidding me?’ Nancy scoffed, accompanied by a light chuckle. “I just kissed you to save you from totally drowning and you compare me to mike wazowski?”

Robin's cheeks flooded with color as her laughter filled the room, keeping her forehead exactly where it was on Nancys. “I just wasn't expecting that and didn't know what to say.” The girl flashed an apologetic smile. Her midnight fantasies had just come to fruition and all she could manage to do was stand there like a kid who'd just dropped their ice cream.

‘You know..’ Robin began, swallowing the massive lump in her throat. “There's been so many times as of late that i've just thought to myself ‘kiss her, you fool’. But I couldn't do it”, dhe admitted out of embarrassment. Had Nancy never initiated the exchange, Robin wasn't sure she would have gotten herself to do it. Her feet shuffled awkwardly beneath her as she waited for Nancy's response. The possibility of rejection was at an all time high at that moment.

“I would've let you” Nancy choked out, bringing a hand to rest on the back of Robin's head. “Now's your chance. Do it” Her voice shook. Little Miss proper Nancy Wheeler wasn't used to being the one to make decisions, but this felt right.

With a deep breath, Robin lifted her forehead, colliding her lips with Nancys. Her body was aware of every single sensation she was experiencing. Her thumb dragged slowly across the soft surface that was Nancy's cheek. Her lips tasted like the strawberry lip gloss Nancy had bought with Robin at starcourt just a few days prior.

“To answer your question-’ Nancy whispered against Robin's lips. “I do in fact like boobs.”

#stranger things #robin x nancy #ronance #robin stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #nancy stranger things #fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #st4 #lgbtq

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