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10 Things I Hate about you - Chapter 4

Eddie Munson x Harrington!reader

synopsis - A new rule strikes the Harrington household: if Steve wishes to date ever again, his sister needs to find a boyfriend first. As Steve becomes desperate and thinks of everything in his power to set her up, only one guy comes to mind that will take up a challenge such as that: Eddie Munson.

warnings - reader flashing a classroom, Steve being annoying, fluff <3. Lotr refs and a really big Hobbit ref (sry if you haven't read or seen it)

word count - 11k

proof read by the amazing @inknopewetrust

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"Y/n/n, babe, what do we owe you for the table dance?" Tommy's loud welcome broke your train of thought. Your eyes darted up from the white floor tiles to his stupid, ugly face. Tommy Hagan grinned ear to ear as he moved his hands from side to side as if he was dancing–mimicking a caricature of your movements as if it were a joke.

"You want my fist in your mouth, Hagan?" Your grip on your backpack straps only got stronger as you glared daggers at him.

"Feisty," he laughed to himself and you rushed into the classroom, bumping his shoulder as you passed; fully ignoring his gaze that was burning holes in the back of your head by the doorway until his attention was stolen away by Steve arriving.

You could barely make out the words they swapped. Some dumb stuff about the party or whatever Tommy had done over the weekend. You knew Tommy was finally done with his stories and had left when Steve sat beside you with a big sigh and the class’s starting bell echoed throughout the school.

You had been so busy fidgeting with your pencil case that you hadn't noticed Eddie actually showed up.

Steve had never seen you get your book out with such an aggressive force before. He swore your copy of Romeo and Juliet bounced back when you slammed it on the table, and that you were about to break your pencil from the number of knocks between the wood and the desktop.

Mr. Arnold greeted the class as he did every Monday morning. It was only when your gaze shot up to look at him that you noticed the familiar head of brown curls with his face stuffed into his book. Your knuckles went white by how tight the grip on your pencil became––Eddie had enraged you.

It did not help that you were also mad at Steve.

Surrounded by a plague of anger and frustrated feelings, it had become all about the men in your life rather than you. You, here as the center of attention but still pushed to the back, felt like a pariah being served on a silver platter for a feast; a bad feast, terrible, where everyone turned their knives toward the good rather than the evil.

Eddie appeared to be in his own little world. His hair was tied up in a ponytail as he carefully scanned the text in front of him. It was a look. A good look that he never took up often but when he did, it caught eyes that weren’t looking before.

You felt stuck in the middle of the two people you wanted to avoid. Steve sat to the left of you while Eddie sat a few desks up to the right. You frowned.

Eddie never came to advanced English. The few times he had were because of you or because he wanted to play a sadistic version of Go Fish with Mr. Arnold and the other teachers.

Was this just a cruel way to mock you after the stunt he pulled?

This wasn't fair on you. You had never been a Juliet. Never been the shy girl that would do anything for love and let Romeo steal her heart at the speed of sound. You had always compared yourself to Viola. A strong-willed young woman who did everything in her power to survive.

But you cursed every word written in that damn book when the feelings Juliet was poetically screeching became too close to ones held in your own heart.

Was this the cruel turn of the situation?

Had Eddie doomed you to become Juliet?

Why had Eddie pestered you to take you on dates just to leave you hanging? Was this just a cruel joke? Or did he wait until you finally caved in just to realize this wasn't what he wanted?

You felt misled. Misled into finally letting Eddie tear your walls down brick by brick until there was nothing left standing. But instead of using that free space, taking a step into your previously protected world, he rebuilt the walls for himself and used the ruins of yours to fortify a new wall unwilling to be torn down.

That wasn't fair. This wasn’t fair.

But nothing felt fair.

"So!" Mr. Arnold clapped his hands together. "How did you all find Act 1?"

"Hey! Y/n-" Steve poked your shoulder as you were looking towards the board. "Psstt," he poked again, frowning when you didn't answer. "Yyyy/nnn," he dragged your name in a whisper, "what happened in Act 1?"

"Leave me alone!" You swatted his hand away and straightened your back, shooting him a burning glare before bringing your eyes back to Mr. Arnold.

"That's not nice! You've been ignoring me since Friday!" He whined, still in a whisper.

You dodged his attempts at getting you to talk, focusing on Lisa who was giving her thoughts about the play. Going on and on about how she thought the romance went too fast but with the way it was written, it wasn't overwhelming to the reader.

Steve frowned and gave up. Strange of him. Steve Harrington wasn’t a quitter.

"Very good," Mr. Arnold fixed his round glasses before clearing his throat, something he did every time he wanted to change the subject. "I'm going to give you a new assignment, in addition to reading until scene five for next Monday-" Some people whined, Steve joining that chorus. Some stayed quiet, you included. "It's a very exciting project!" He raised his eyebrows, a big smile over his lips. He seemed so happy with his idea, eyes sparkling as he thought of it.

"You'll have to write your own Shakespearian sonnet!" His excitement hung in the air. A mix of dislike, surprise, and excitement could be read on the faces of his students. Connor had his jaw dropped to the floor - he hated writing and the idea of having to write his own sonnet made him shiver. Lisa seemed happy with it, a short smile could be read on her features as she immediately wrote down the assignment in her planner.

Eddie was surprised, but he didn't think too much of it. He liked writing, and if he was going to show up in Advanced English he might as well do the given assignment.

Steve looked like his world was about to collapse. Like he would have rather been in a zombie apocalypse. Somewhere fighting the undead than writing something for school, let alone something with the word Shakespearian in the title. It wasn’t his style. It wasn’t the way he rolled.

"If I pay you ten bucks will you do it for me?" He turned to you the second the plague of potential left him.

"No." Your word was sharp and strict, wrapped in a chill that nearly scared him.

He backed away with wide eyes, shrugging his shoulders and slightly lifting his hands in innocence. "Don't need to be rude," he whispered, mainly to himself before getting his agenda out and writing down the assignment.

As you were focusing on doing that yourself, head bowed to your table as you scribbled the assignment in blue ink - a small ball of paper went flying to your desk, rolling onto your pages.

Your glare shot up to the direction it had come from - eyes directly meeting with the brown ones you wished to forget. He had an expectant look, eyebrows raised as if to tell you 'read it, please.' You looked at it, contemplating your next move before grabbing it in between your fingers.

You unfolded the note, locking eyes with Eddie as you did. You didn't read it, but kept eye contact with him, slowly nudging the note towards him as if to tell him 'look what I'm about to do'. Eddie’s hope faded as he watched the scene unravel in front of him. Both your hands wrapped on either side of the paper, a serious look on your face, and the slight sound of the paper ripping filled the quiet room as the rest of the students filled out their planners or wrote the assignment on a Post-It.

His heart sank as the paper remained unread. He could hear the way his heart beat loudly in his ears - all the blood rushing to his face in a thinly laced idealization of shame and hurt washed over him.

You crumpled up the pieces of paper before pocketing them.

"What was that about?" Steve murmured.

"Nothing."

And for a brief moment, you thought it was through. Everything was done and the rest of the period could go on without a hitch; you’d listen to Mr. Arnold drone on about the intentionality of Shakespeare’s language or work silently on the analysis of movement throughout the Act, but nothing was easy as it was not fair.

Another ball of paper skyrocketed like a flaming ball of fire headed toward the Roman Army that was your desk. It landed smack in the middle of your desk between the pencil you nearly cracked and the notebook that had carved doodles on its cover.

He didn’t take the hint.

Eddie thought you might finally open it, read it, and maybe take the time to write back, but that never had been Eddie’s luck. You only repeated your movements.

"What did you do?" Gareth who had been staring at the whole situation had a large frown on his face. He was clicking his pen as he stared at Eddie, almost absorbing his anxiety–maybe he was a bit too invested in his friend’s life.

"Nothing."

"Then why is she looking at you with crazy mad eyes?"

"Because I didn’t do anything!" Eddie harshly whispered. He rested his chin on his hand, sighing.

Gareth frowned, silently asking for more information.

"I should have kissed her..."

"Ah."

"I didn't want to! Well- I sort of did but- agh!” Eddie lifted his head and dropped his hand back on the table with a thud that thankfully didn’t get the teacher’s attention. "Anyways, now she's mad at me."

"Can't help you on that one, man." Gareth sighed for himself before bringing his eyes back to his notebook.

"I know..."

The second the bell rang to symbolize the end of class, you cleaned your books and pencils at lighting speed–you didn't need Eddie or Steve to try and get you to talk. You'd heard enough from them already.

You locked eyes with Eddie as you passed by the front of the classroom, unpacking the pieces of paper from your pocket before dumping them all in the trash. Eddie's face was blank, undecipherable, as he sat next to Gareth. Watching as you turned your head forward, took out your Walkman, and walked straight out the door.

Steve looked between the door and Eddie with a frown. Last time he checked, Eddie's plan was working but now you were giving him the cold shoulder.

Steve narrowed his eyes as he watched the long-haired outcast pack his bag. The bell had signaled a free period for the both of them. It meant that Eddie would probably be on the throne in the drama room, writing and planning whatever he thought was next for his party.

Your bag hung low on your shoulder as you darted across the hall. Your Walkman was tight in your hand with no reason as to why the headphones were not secured over your head with music playing.

But your mind was swarming with too many thoughts that you had not even bothered with them.

You fumbled with the lock a bit harsher than intended; books flying out as the rough movements had caused a rumble inside your locker. You dropped your walkman on the floor of it, zipping up your bag, and fishing around for what you needed.

"So, did he call?" Barb's voice fluttered to your ears, making your head shoot up like a cat.

"Keep your voice down!" You couldn't see the look on Nancy's face but from her tone, you could tell she was giving her a stern look.

"Did he?" Barb said, her voice now a tone lower.

"I told you, it's not like that," Nancy said and you rolled your eyes. "Okay, I mean, yes, he likes me, but not like that. We just... made out a couple times." Nancy arrived at her locker and you pretended to be busy, shuffling with your books.

'Not like that'.

The words echoed in your mind and you wanted to laugh to yourself. If Nancy heard the way Steve would talk about her and bugged you to find a guy - she wouldn't say the same thing.

Or if she also knew all the struggle Steve had gone through to get you a boyfriend.

"We just... made out a couple times'” Barb mimicked her. "Nance seriously!" She argued, the rest of her sentence fading as you closed your locker and placed your headphones on. Led Zeppelin now blasting through your ears, drowning out the swarming thoughts that previously overwhelmed you.

Love. A putrid thing. Nancy’s lovestruck gaze, Steve’s childish giddiness… you didn’t need it. Or, at least you thought you didn’t.

"What in the world is going on, Munson?" Steve flung the door of the drama room open, making big movements with his hands as he walked the few steps towards Eddie.

Eddie's eyes lifted from the figurine he was holding. "What?"

In his chair as Steve predicted, the guy was casual and cool. Not a worry on his shoulder through the eyes of Steve and by the look of it, Eddie played the “I don’t know what you’re talking about” role quite well.

But all Steve had to do was say your name and the façade dropped.

"What's going on with my sister!?" Eddie's face fell. "I thought you were on good terms!?"

"I'm sorry!” Eddie tossed the figurine across the table. “I know! I messed up!"

"The plan was working!" Steve lamented in distress.

"I know it was." That was the whole reason why Eddie had chickened out and hadn't actually kissed you. "Maybe I can fix this." He thought through, his eyes landing on the lonely D20 in the middle of the table.

"You have to fix this!" Steve pointed a finger at Eddie. "I've got a date planned!"

"Right," Eddie blinked, remembering this whole situation ran around Steve.

It wasn’t about Eddie’s feelings or the fact that this entire mess was wrong in the first place. It had been about this ‘Golden Boy’ the entire time. It always had been and would always be. Whatever Steve the King wanted, he would get at the detriment of others because he was lucky. He was lucky to get the girl with a little more than a smile and a smirk, he was lucky to fall in love and not feel like an animal in a zoo being watched by everyone because society had deemed it unnatural.

But Eddie was trapped now. He was stuck.

"I'll think of something."

"Well,” Steve scoffed, “good luck because she said she hated you with the fire of a thousand suns. "

"Thank you… that's very comforting."

"Maybe she could just need a day to cool off?"

"You tell me. That's your sister."

"Just- figure something out ok?" Steve removed another fifty from his back pocket and handed it to Eddie. Words couldn't come out of Eddie's mouth. He didn't want this money.

He really, really didn't want this money.

But before he could even react, Steve had turned around on his heels and the door of the drama room closed behind him with a loud thud, the sides of posters that missed tape flying as it did.

Eddie blankly stared at the door. He knew he had hurt you. It was so far from his intention but it was all he could do to save himself. All he could do to give him the time to process his feelings and attempt to cope with the way everything pulled at his heartstrings.

He took the money, smoothing the bill out with his thumb. Ulysses S. Grant's face almost mocked him. Even if the lines didn't make a move - they stayed still and would forever be - but his eyes still seemed to be peering into Eddie's soul.

Eddie leaned back on his throne, a sigh coming deep from the bottom of his throat as his back hit the comfortable material. He looked up to the ceiling that was painted black and littered with spitballs still glued in various corners.

He had to think about something.

Eddie wanted an excuse to spend more time with you even if his mind was screaming at him that this was wrong. You shouldn't be treated this way and if he really loved you like he thought he did, he should just let you go. Because he couldn't deal with the consequences of you figuring out this was all just a deal with Steve.

You had already gone through too much. Already gone through so much hate and pain caused by Steve and his friends. You deserve a break, you deserved better than this.

Yet Eddie felt selfish at the same time. Because as his eyes stayed closed and he breathed out through his nose, he couldn't stop imagining your smile. The way your eyes shone when he cracked a joke, or the way you became flustered when your hands brushed up against each other. He couldn’t ignore that his heart was screaming at him to be with you.

In the few moments spent together, he saw the way you opened up to him, the way your shell melted to reveal the person of Eddie's dreams. He wanted to keep being with you. He wanted to hold your hand and be able to call you his. He wanted to kiss you like you were the only two people in this entire world.

Maybe he could forget that this was fake.

He could play pretend and let his heart cave into its wants.

After all, he was paid to make you like him again.

Paid to repair the cracks he created.

"I need your help," Eddie dropped his tray onto his spot, making Oliver and Gareth lift their heads up from their meals. They watched as their friend heavily sat on the plastic chair and placed his hands on each side of his tray.

"What's up?" Oliver ripped open his milk carton and brought it to his lips.

"I messed up with Y/n. I want to sing her a song so she'll forgive me." Oliver choked on his milk at Eddie's words.

"And why do you need our help?" Gareth frowned side-eying Oliver who was coughing his lungs out. Some people looked, giving a sneer and not caring if Oliver would choke and die from a school milk carton.

"Because I need my band!"

"Wait,” Oliver swallowed his coughs, “How do you want to sing her a song?"

"Tomorrow on the bleachers, right as she finishes soccer."

"Sorry, what?" Oliver blinked. "Are you mad?"

"Maybe," Eddie shrugged, looking down at his meal with a smile. This seemed like the perfect idea. It was bold and very metal. Everything Eddie stood for in life and if it could help you forgive him, then he would gladly take this opportunity and make a scene in front of the whole school.

Across the lunchroom, Nancy and Barb began to eat lunch with an empty spot at their table.

"Where's Y/n?" Nancy wondered as she lifted her head up to scan the room. You were nowhere to be found. It wasn't unusual but it didn't happen as often lately.

"I'm not sure," Barb shrugged before poking at her dish. "She seemed mad about something." If Barb recalled correctly, she sensed your state when she saw you that morning was tense and distracted. You hadn’t made any effort to listen into Nancy’s gossip or support the growing relationship between Steve and herself.

"I hope she's alright," Nancy frowned, jabbing at her food before a thought came to her mind. "Oh! I saw her at the party on Friday! I was so surprised!"

"What?" Barb's eyes went wide. The fork dropped into her lunch box in the process.

"Yeah!" Nancy nodded. "I was surprised too. She got really drunk and made a whole scene."

Barb flattened at Nancy’s recollection. This wasn't like you. First of all, stepping one foot at that party wasn't something that had ever been in your plans let alone getting drunk and doing something crazy.

She thought back to everything that had happened within these past two weeks. Steve had been victim of a no dating rule, and apparently, a fresh new 'no going out rule'. Was this all related? The thought nudged her mind as she blankly stared at her water bottle.

Steve seemed to be bugging you more than usual. You were complaining about him even more too. Maybe he had gotten to you? Had you caved in and went to the party to appease him or were they missing something?

"How's my favorite troublemaker?" Your hand slithered into Dustin's curls as he approached your car later that afternoon. He had a solemn look on his face–like an animal had died in front of him.

"Could be better..." you watched as his eyes went down to his shoes and the crease between his eyebrows became prominent.

"What happened?"

There was little that could prepare you for the words that came tumbling from his lips. He failed a test, he isn’t allowed to ride his bike anymore, he lost a campaign… something menial or harmless for a boy his age. His shoulders barred a heavier weight. The world was collapsing on him in a different way than it was you.

When he looked at you, there was an immense worry etched onto his face.

It was chilling. It wasn’t something you had ever sensed before.

"Will's missing."

"What?" Your hand paused on the door handle to your car.

"Yeah,” Dustin gripped the string on his backpack. “Will wasn't home this morning, didn't show up to school, and during lunch we were brought to the police station and they just brought us back like nothing was wrong."

"Well, do you know where he could be?" You frowned, finally making a move to open the door.

"No," Dustin furrowed his brows as he made his way around the hood and slipped into the passenger seat. "But I think he will be alright, I mean it's Will. He has to be ok."

"Yeah, I'm sure he’s fine" you spoke but your words were unsure, a scowl of your own forming deeper as you turned on the car and exited the lot.

Kids didn’t go missing in Hawkins. Everyone knew everyone and there were good relationships between the police and the people. A part of you thought that if the police, likely Chief Hopper, said that there was nothing to worry about, maybe you should believe it.

But that look on Dustin’s face… it stuck. It stuck because no one disappeared in the night and were never seen again. It just didn’t happen.

"Yeah..." He looked out the window and sighed, shaking the thought away as the houses and trees invaded his view.

"How was AV club? Or was it canceled?" You changed the subject trying to get the worry out of Dustin's face.

"It was insane!" His eyes sparkled for a brief second. For a moment he was a kid again and he was safe. "You'll never guess how far his new radio can communicate too!"

"New York?"

"Further."

"England?"

"Think bigger."

"Australia? There's no way it can reach that far. That’s way too far."

"IT CAN!"

"No way!” You laughed to amuse him. “That's crazy."

And you drove him home and pretended everything was ok for a minute. Will wasn’t missing, Steve and Tommy weren’t assholes, and Eddie Munson wasn’t the one breaking your heart.

"This is a bad idea," Oliver secured his guitar, eyeing the speakers on each side of the court. Gareth, who had set up his drum set hidden behind the bleachers, gulped at the thought of playing in front of the entire team and the other scattered students that filled the spaces beyond the field.

"No, it's not!" Eddie flashed them a smile. Jeff wasn't looking sure of himself either and nervously eyed all the students that were peacefully settled on the bleachers. They were either working or chatting–far from expecting what was about to happen. Eddie narrowed his eyes as he spotted you in the crowd of players as your team was ending the game.

Eddie eyed his band mates. Is this really the same band who want to become rockstars and whose dream is to sell out the Garden? Eddie thought to himself before looking back down.

You clapped dirt off of your hands and fixed your shirt as you eyed your teammates, pondering at your next move, a move that you had never gotten the chance to do because the teacher blew his whistle.

This marked their cue.

Eddie looked at Jeff and one glance was all it took for him to start on the bass.

The notes filled the air around the field and like a wave, students lifted their heads. Some dropped pencils, some clamped their books closed in fright, and the young ninth grader holding all the soccer balls dropped the bag and let them scatter.

Music wasn’t something they heard on the fields of Hawkins High School late in the afternoon.

Oliver joined on the guitar, Gareth on the drums. Their instruments mixed together to create the perfect harmony that had been written and played a thousand times before.

You knew this.

You knew this song by heart even.

Your eyes lifted up the bleachers. First landing on Oliver who was head down on his guitar, doing the famous notes with ease and nerves circulating around him. Jeff was standing not far behind, handling his bass with perfection. Your eyes traveled to their left, to be met with Eddie's mischievous gaze already set on you.

Oh my god.

What was happening registered.

He was apologizing… In the most Eddie way possible.

You had to bite back a smile as he brought the mic to his lips, and started humming the familiar tune.If you weren't sure what this song was before, now you surely did.

"Tonight," his voice echoed in the field, all eyes becoming fixed on him.

"What the fuck?" Carol's eyes went wide from her spot at the bottom of the bleachers. Steve had his jaw already dropped to the floor.

"Is this his way of apologizing?" Tommy laughed in disbelief. He wished he had a camcorder. He would record this and send it across the country so people could laugh in disbelief of what happens in small-town Hawkins, Indiana.

"I want to give it all to you," his hand pointed right towards you and you didn't know if you wanted to smile or disappear into the grass. "In the darkness, there's so much I want to do-"

Your heart pounded too loudly in your chest. Heat threatening to climb up to your face as the lyrics registered. It was just the song. You had to remind yourself that as you bit the inside of your cheek.

"And tonight, I want to lay it at your feet," Eddie moved down a few steps, walking further towards the center.

"Cause girl I was made for you, and girl you were made for me-" Eddie screamed into the mic, shaking his hair before the beat dropped. This time, you couldn't help the smile creep up to your lips. You even had to place a hand on top of your mouth to prevent yourself from smiling too much at the absurdity of the scene.

"I was made for lovin' you baby! You were meant for lovin' me!" If the situation had been different you would have danced and sang your heart out to this song.

But it wasn't. No amount of music could make you forget that you were standing on the field with Eddie singing I Was Made for Lovin' You on full blast with half of the school watching.

Eddie's gaze had to snap away from yours when the gym teacher started to climb up the rough wooden steps of the bleachers with a determined face. Eddie tried not to laugh and keep his calm as he continued beautifully singing the words.

You giggled when you watched the poor teacher chase him around. Eddie jumped from step to step in an attempt to ditch him. He made big movements, trying to dance as well and still looking at you with those damn Romeo eyes.

"Oh my god," You muttered under your breath when Eddie dodged the teacher and gave his butt a slap. The teacher’s eyes widened before he turned around and continued the wild goose chase.

Most of the students who wouldn't believe what they were witnessing were laughing and giggling at the scene while Steve and Carol still had their jaws dropped to the floor. Tommy continued to laugh, crunching into himself as his stomach began to hurt in amusement.

You winced when the teacher’s hand finally wrapped around Eddie's shoulder and he was dragged out of the bleachers. Oliver and Jeff stopped playing and tried to melt into the scenery in order to not get caught too which had appeared to work.

It wasn't news that Eddie had a target on his back when it came to receiving detention. He'd always been target number one and most of the time, he would be the only one to be blamed for crazy stunts like these.

Which meant that by the end of the day, you knew exactly where to find him.

All anger dissipated from your system as your only thoughts were to get to him, all potential focus that you could have had in class disappearing with it. You wanted to see the smug look on his face when you confronted him about it and maybe even ask him what the hell was wrong with him.

You didn't even bother knocking when you opened the classroom door.

The detention room was small. Located on the ground floor where it previously held Mrs.Click's history class, but sadly no timelines or bright maps were on the walls. It was a gloomy classroom and would have almost looked like Gollum's cave if not for the large glass door behind the teacher's desk. You took note that it was opened and letting in the warming spring breeze.

Eddie and the other few students snapped their heads towards you as the door creaked open. You were surprised to see Connor and his fluffy red hair who was leaning over his desk, half asleep and doodling random things on his notebook.

Mr. Callum was running detention that afternoon.

"Mr. Callum?" Your soft voice made Eddie's heart leap in his chest. "Can I talk to you for a second?"

"What can I do for you, Harrington?" Mr. Callum looked up from the papers on his desk. He was wearing a white shirt and formal pants, which seemed far off from his element.

In truth, you had never seen him teach anything else than volleyball or swimming, and it was weird seeing him dressed any other way than with sports clothes and without his usual green whistle around his neck.

"I have some ideas on how we can improve the girl's volleyball team!"

"Great! Let's talk about it later." He nodded, a tight smile on his lips before he turned back to his desk. When he wasn't looking, you locked eyes with Eddie. He had a dumb smile on his lips as he watched you, and your frantic movements snapped him back to reality.

You were waving your hand towards the glass door, and mouthing the word 'door' as best you could. Eddie frowned when he didn't understand, and it wasn't until the movements you were making caught the teacher's attention which made him snap his head towards you again that he understood what you meant.

You came here to get him out of detention - brilliant.

You gave your best smile towards Mr. Callum. "As you know, we have a really big game coming up!" Your voice wavered as he was about to turn his head back around, you grabbed his arm and squealed "Oh my god! Your bicep is huge!" Mr. Callum barely saw the wrongness in your words and nodded along. You winced when his reaction was nothing but agreement.

"You don't take steroids do you, because I've heard steroids can severely disintegrate your-" you didn't want to say it, you didn't even know why you were rambling but this seemed to be the only way you could keep him from turning back around and busting Eddie. "Package!" you squeaked and every single student present started chuckling. "Not that I'm thinking about your package, that's not the point-"

"Let's hope not," Mr. Callum crossed his arms.

Eddie's eyes went wide and he had to put his hand over his mouth to stop his laughter from becoming audible--his muffled noises still caused Mr. Callum to want to turn back around.

"The point is, they kick our butts every year. And I was thinking, I devised a plan that will enable us to finally defeat them."

"Which is?" Mr. Callum raised an eyebrow, his attention back to you.

"That thing that you taught us!" He looked expectant to know the rest. "Misdirection!"

"I taught you that?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah," your voice wavered again, just like it always did when you lie.

The floorboards under Eddie's feet groaned as he almost reached the door, Mr. Callum made a move to turn his head around but you grabbed his shoulders.

"Think about it!" Your eyes were wide as your brain worked a hundred miles per hour. "They're looking left, and we're throwing right! Bang they drop the ball, we win!"

"Okay, but how do we get them to look left?" You eyed from behind Mr. Callum's shoulder as Eddie slightly pushed the door more open so he could get through, the door making a tiny squeak.

You panicked. This was going to be it, and both you and Eddie were going to get a hundred hours of detention.

"Like this!" You grabbed the hem of your shirt with both your hands and lifted it up just over your chest, you didn't know why you hadn't decided on wearing a bra today but this has turned out to be very helpful. There was a pause that felt like minutes before the whole class cheered and clapped, Mr. Callum blankly staring from your chest to your eyes.

Behind him, Eddie's jaw dropped at the sight and gulped. He was frozen between the door and outside, unable to speak or move. Your gaze flickered towards him and you had to give him your best glare so he could snap out of it and realize this was his cue to run away.

He reluctantly moved his gaze away, shaking the shock out before running off towards the familiar clearing in the woods.

"Okay, well." You cleared your throat and fixed your shirt. "Now that you've seen 'The plan', I'm going to go and show 'the plan' to someone else!" You turned around on your heels to be met with a whole class of grinning students, they clapped as you walked down an aisle before disappearing behind the door again.

"Are you mad?" Eddie chuckled in disbelief as you walked into the clearing. He was sitting at the mossy picnic table, still chuckling to himself, disbelief present in the air.

"What?" You lifted your eyebrows with a matching smile dancing on your lips.

"You flashed the teacher?" Eddie expressed. His eyebrows raised as he stared at you. He was still shell-shocked by 1. seeing your chest bare and 2. the fact that you did that just to get him out of detention.

"He's leaving at the end of the year anyways!"

"Still!" He stood up. "You don't do that just to help someone get out of detention!"

"You know a thank you would suffice," you looked at him, using the same line he had used on you.

He smiled, solemnly nodding, "thank you."

"You're welcome," you proudly lifted your chin up.

"What can I do to return the favor?"

"I don't know..." You bit the inside of your cheek, lifting your eyes to the sky as if you were thinking. "Maybe... finally take me on that date?" You lifted an eyebrow and as if it was even possible, Eddie's smile became wider.

"It's a deal." He offered his hand. "Shall we?"

You were glad the Hawkins High parking was on the other side of the building from the detention room. Sneaking out the school grounds became easier than planned and before you knew it you were wrapping your knuckles around the white handle of Eddie's van.

The dragon's head moved up and down as you threw your backpack on the floor and closed the van's door behind you. Eddie was still smiling to himself when he turned the van on, his hair going wild and his shirt definitely needed to be fixed, but he looked high on excitement, eyes sparkling as he started driving out of the hell that was this place.

"Where are you taking me?"

The second he was out of the High School grounds, the sunlight peered into the car, his eyes almost turning gold when it did. He blinked from it and it made you reach over, putting your other hand on his knee for support as you pulled down the sun visor for him. You didn't want to--his eyes looked so beautiful in this light, but you knew he was struggling to keep his eyes open. You pulled your own down and he couldn't help but smile at you before answering.

"It's a surprise," his tone was playful and it made you all the more curious.

"Surprise?"

"You'll see."

When the familiar buildings and houses of Hawkins became nothing but forest, you really wondered where he was taking you. There seemed to be nothing but lush and wild different shades of green for miles away.

Twenty minutes later, the familiar welcoming sign of another city came into view. You knew this place. You had been there to go apple picking when you were a child and your parents had brought you there for their famous corn maze on Halloween two years ago.

Steve had made a tantrum over the fact that he was there and not at Tommy's Halloween bash. He even got your hair stuck in a candy apple and you had to get a haircut because the red sugar wouldn't come off.

The town came into view. Low gray buildings, a mall with a big parking lot, a garage that looked bigger and fancier than the one Eddie worked at. You even drove past a flea market with kids running around. You spotted a teen about your age trying out a bike that an old woman was selling.

You knew this town was slightly bigger than Hawkins and held more activities for the younger community. It wasn't a town you were used to going to, but you could clearly remember each visit like yesterday.

Eddie drove right to the edge of it, and towards the familiar farm. A big apple-picking sign stood at the entrance, and right on top of it was the huge CORN MAZE sign you remembered. With the same drawing of a big corn with eyes and legs with a speech bubble that said 'Welcome'. The only difference is that this time the corn was decorated with creepy drawings and spiders to make it Halloween-themed.

Eddie drove right through an arch with Jerry's Farm written in big red letters on top.

"You're taking me to Jerry's farm?"

"What? You don't like it?" He side-eyed you, smiling but deep inside still hoping this was a good idea.

"I do," you nodded and took a look around as he parked. A new activity had been added that you hadn't seen before–Paintball.

You eyed the sign right in front of it; splashes of colors with yellow writing. The Paintball area wasn't too big nor too small. Blocks of hay had been reorganized to create hiding places, and wooden installations with ladders were placed to act as obstacles or lookout spots.

People were already playing, throwing paint-filled balloons at each other and giggling as the paint splashed all over their coats and even covered the lab glasses the farm had provided before the game. Some even had paint on their hair, but they all looked so happy it warmed your heart.

"You want to go paintballing?" Eddie broke the silence as he watched you stare at the poster.

"I've never done it before," you turned your stare to him. The want to try it evident across your face.

"Then we have to!"

"Alright!" you beamed back, a smile so bright your cheeks were hurting.

Eddie turned off the van and pocketed the key. You followed him out and passed right under a new arch that separated the parking from the farm itself.

Immediately, the air was filled with the smell of hay and apple cider. Children were running across the earth paths and freshly cut grass, their parents following close behind with a cup of apple cider and a basket full of apples. A group of teenagers were giggling as they walked back to the parking lot, their hair full of paint as they made their way back. You didn't recognize any of them from Hawkins High and you were kind of happy about it.

For the first time in a long time, you felt like you could be somewhere and not feel dirty glances every now and there. You didn't know if that was Eddie's intention but this place felt like an escape from Hawkins even though it was right there. A bit like The Hideout. So close, yet feeling so far.

"What are you thinking about?" Eddie smiled as you made your way towards the Paintball counter.

"Hawkins," you blinked your thoughts away to look at him.

"Ah.”

"This feels like it's 100 miles away when it doesn’t take even 30 minutes to get here.”

"Yeah… I get that."

"You come here often?"

"My uncle used to take me every Halloween until I got older," Eddie smiled, his shoulder grazing yours as you walked. "And we usually come here to get our Christmas tree because Wayne knows the guy so he gives us one for free," he chuckled as he said that, looking down at his shoes as if it were something to be embarrassed about. "Then I also came with the band last October. Gareth got lost in the maze and Oliver got a date with one of the zombies."

"What?" You laughed.

"Oliver met her after the maze and then they just got along, I guess? He must have really liked her personality because she was aging really badly.”

Eddie nudged his elbow at you with a smile on his face. He got a kick out of his own jokes.

"Well maybe that’s just it then," you chuckled at the idea, “personalities mean a lot more than looks.”

“I’m sure that’s part of it,” he agreed.

“How did you know this was here?”

"I saw their advertisement in the newspaper yesterday. Saw they opened some new stuff and that's why I thought of here."

"You read the newspaper, Munson?" You raised a teasing eyebrow.

"No,” he shook his head in a lie. “I do not, but Wayne does." He picked it up… sometimes.

You took your eyes off of Eddie when the counter came into view. An elderly man was standing behind it and behind him were wooden shelves with a collection of already paint-stained shirts and lab glasses. To his left was a younger girl, about fifteen who was most likely his granddaughter. She was sitting on a wooden stool, with a pack of empty balloons on her lap. Her auburn hair was tied into braids and she blew away the few strands that were tickling her forehead when her gloved hands reached for a tube of paint. You couldn't help but watch as she skillfully filled up a balloon and tied it up before gently placing it in a yellow bucket.

At her feet were a dozen of different-colored buckets--all filled with multicolored balloons. There were so many buckets that they fully filled the space between her and her grandfather.

"How can I help you kids?"

Eddie eyed the chalkboard on the counter, scanning through the words before looking back at him.

"We'd like two buckets, please."

"Perfect," the man nodded with a smile. First, turning around to hand both of your shirts and glasses. He placed them on the counter and you grabbed yours with a smile in return. The shirt was already filled with spots of paint--thankfully dried up. You slipped both your arms through the sleeves before gently putting each white button into their designated holes to close it up.

You were about to reach for your wallet in the back pocket of your jeans to pay for your bucket and maybe even Eddie's but when you lifted your gaze from the plastic white buttons Eddie had already slipped the six dollars to the man.

"You need to stop doing that," you said as you grabbed your glasses.

"Doing what?" Eddie turned his head to you, grinning when he was met with your new look. Big lab glasses and a shirt that more resembled a coat that was already ruined by paint and weirdly suited you. Your hair tied back as much as possible and Eddie couldn't help but love the sight.

"Paying for me."

"Oh,” he shrugged, “it's no biggie."

"No biggie? Eds–"

"–Y/n, it's only six dollars, it's fine." He really tried to pretend like you hadn't just called him Eds for the first time. Only his close friends called him by this nickname, and the fact that you were also catching onto it made his heart jump in his chest.

"No, it's not fine," you glared at him while he placed his own vest and tied his hair back in a ponytail. You watched him the same way he had watched you seconds prior, he looked really handsome like this, and a bit funny once the big lab glasses that were dotted with green and blue paint were secured around his head.

"Have fun!" The elderly man dropped two buckets on the wood of the counter, a blue and a green one filled with balloons of all colors. You grabbed the green one and Eddie the blue before he followed you into the mess of paint and hay.

You hit first. Grabbing a pink balloon that cracked open with a splash of blue on Eddie's lab coat. The paint smeared right up to his face and almost landed in his mouth. His cheeks now held freckles of blue and his eyes wide and mouth open in shock as he lifted a finger to wipe the paint from his cheek. You giggled like a kid in front of a cartoon show as you admired his reaction.

But you didn't have much time to because he was already hitting back. Sending a neon yellow balloon that turned out to have the exact same color inside. It hit you right in the stomach, its color reaching up to your chin.

Eddie had to resist the urge to take just one step closer and reach out to wipe the paint from your face.

But this wasn't a romantic moment. It was a fierce battle that you declared when you sent the pink plastic bomb his way.

He saw something shift in your eyes, a competitive glare Eddie had never seen on you before and before he could even comprehend what he was doing, Eddie was running behind a haystack in a poor attempt to dodge one of your attacks.

Eddie threw blindly, still hidden in fear that he would get hit in the face again. He waited for the right moment; right when he knew you wouldn't expect him, he jumped out from behind his hiding place. You half giggled, half screamed, the balloon in your hand throwing itself onto him with so much force he winced a bit but the second the throw registered he sent the balloon still in his grip right to you.

The roles changed and now it was Eddie chasing you around the different obstacles. You were both giggling like idiots and only knew Eddie had succeeded at his throw when you felt a balloon hit you in the middle of your back, the green paint going up to your hair.

You hid behind a big wooden pillar. Your back resting against it as you waited for Eddie to hit again, you heard the paint hit the wood and Eddie approaching it right after. You abruptly turned around when he was close enough, dropping the balloon right on his head. His whole face lit up with surprise but then his eyes became full of playful revenge, making you dart off again.

You blindly shot one from behind and it missed, hitting the ground beside his feet and landing in a puddle of mud. You were just about to sprint off again when Eddie called out to you, making a time-out sign with his hand and dropping his bucket on the floor. Of course, you believed him, foolishly falling for his doe eyes and stopping in your tracks. He made a movement to reach for you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders when you were close enough.

You let yourself melt into his touch, unknowing that Eddie held a small green balloon in his other hand. He smiled, letting you enjoy the embrace before planting the balloon on the crown of your head the way you had done minutes prior.

You gasped, reaching for a balloon of your own before throwing it into his chest. You pushed him away and made your run. Eddie laughed as he attempted to follow you.

There was a carefree nature about everything. No one knew who you were. No one cared what your status was or who you were when you woke up that morning. You felt free, as did Eddie, when all that filled your ears was the sound of laughter and joy and your hearts were healing all the same.

The wild chase went on. Balloons were thrown everywhere and you both became multicolored messes until only 2 balloons were left in your bucket and one lonely one at the bottom of Eddie's.

You were hiding behind a weird wooden sculpture. He could clearly see the toe of your shoes poking out on the ground next to the pillar. Eddie carefully walked towards it, as softly as he could not to raise suspicion that he had found you.

"Boo!" This time you were expecting it–not like the time he had scared you back at the music store.

You threw your last balloon at him, but when the plastic cracked as it hit his chest, Eddie had already reached for you and wrapped his arm around your torso, making the pink paint smear all over the both of you. With you in his arms, he let himself fall into the big haystack.

The hit of the fall nonexistent as the hay cushioned any fear of hurt.

You both giggled like idiots as Eddie threw his glasses away and removed yours too, throwing them in the same direction as he had thrown his.

He was leaning over you, his big beautiful eyes piercing at your soul. Loose strands of his hair were coming to tickle your face but you didn't care. From so close, you could see the small freckles that had appeared from being exposed to sunlight mixed in with green and pink paint.

"Do you have a map?" You whispered and Eddie raised an eyebrow. "I'm getting lost in your eyes."

"Stop!" He giggled. "You just ruined the moment!"

"I'm sorry!" You chuckled with him. "I just thought this was a good one."

"Well, it was." His voice lowered as he spoke, chills running down your spine.

You didn't know if it was the smell of hay mixed with paint or the way he was looking at you, but you found it hard to catch your breath.

Your hand reached up to his cheek. Your thumb wiped away a stain of yellow and as you did, Eddie moved his thumb across your lips, wiping away a stain of blue that had made its mark during the battle.

His eyes were darting between attempting to keep eye contact and starting at your lips. Your heart beat faster the closer he got. His breath fanned over you as he leaned down. He was so close that even over the paint and hay, you could smell him. Every piece of him had intoxicated you to the point where you lost your train of thought.

It was only Eddie. Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.

He paused the moment your noses touched. A fragment of air between you, Eddie’s heart stopped as the world paused around you both. Two people, an unsuspected Romeo and an unwilling-to-be Juliet without an inkling of space between them. Only a heart with reaching strings threatening to combine lingered in the air.

In that pause, Eddie questioned silently the thought he had circled around the last time he should have kissed you.

Did you want this?

And yes, you did.

Eddie didn’t have to answer the question himself. Your hand gilded against his cheek and brought his lips to yours.

And like a fire racing through a waiting town, it erupted your body in flames.

Vanished were the problems of the world as Eddie held you tightly, cupping your face as your hands wrapped around his neck to bring him closer. You felt his body, on fire like your own, cooling the worries that had captivated hours of life. It washed and cleared the path of ruin to one of salvation in hope. The hay a protector against his palms as Eddie shifted, the needles of Steve’s money piercing but never penetrating.

The bargain and the green monsters of the chances he had wasted a small fragment of his mind in the moment. The problems were fleeting; sailing away on a ship as the heart found a home in you.

You didn't know how long you laid like this, making out in the middle of a paintball field in Jerry's Farm and it wasn't that you weren't enjoying this, the moment couldn't be more perfect, but the idea latched on your mind and you couldn't pass up that opportunity.

One of your hands moved away from Eddie's neck and fished for the last balloon that had fallen in the hay beside you. You pulled away and Eddie looked at you with the most adorable smile you had ever seen.

You were almost feeling guilty for what you were about to do.

Almost.

You lifted your hand up and smashed the green balloon right on his forehead, the blue insides of it smeared all over his hair and almost in his eyes. His mouth went wide in shock but then he had to smile when your beautiful laughter invaded his ears.

"You sneaky little-" before he could finish his sentence you pulled him down back to you, locking your lips with his once again. The kiss was messier and broken as he couldn't keep the grin away from his lips. Before you knew it he pulled away and rubbed his forehead on your cheek and neck as a way to get back to you, the paint rubbing off and painting your entire side blue.

"Eddie! Stop!" You giggled as his hair started tickling you, peppering kisses on the side of your neck in the process.

He lifted himself up, his arms straight on each side of you and his body casting a perfect shadow.

You looked at him, no, admired him in all his glory. He looked so beautiful like this. His entire face lit up in happiness. His hair was messy; full of paint and you wondered how he was going to get that out which made your thoughts spiral to your own hair that was probably now also covered in hay in addition to the multicolored paint.

"We could be Star Wars characters," you giggled, thinking back to the colored aliens that appeared in the film. The ones that were all blue with the long head tails.

"Yeah, we could," he chuckled at the reference before pecking your lips again. "I think we should go," he whispered.

"Before they kick us out for making out or something."

"Yeah…” You smiled at him. “Definitely"

The van's dark seats are a mess by the end of the ride. Blue, green, yellow, and pink paint ended up getting smeared all over the headrests and on the wheel when Eddie accidentally scratched his hair and placed his hand back on the wheel.

The shoulders of Eddie's white shirt had been repainted when his hair tie snapped, his curls going wild and letting paint loose all over the sides. On the passenger side, you had tried to be as careful as you could. Thanking the lab coat for making your clothes stay clean and you also thanked the grass where you had rubbed the paint out of your shoes back at Jerry's farm--but it was really hard not to get the paint from your hair to smear all over the top of your seat.

Eddie didn't know what to do when he got to the door of the trailer as his hand was stained in pink paint. He didn't mind getting paint on his keys but he winced when his fingers wrapped around the door handle, leaving a pink trail behind him.

It was like painting a crime scene with his fingerprints. If anything ever went wrong, the police would surely catch him pink-handed.

The second he stepped in, he removed his shoes by fear of them still sheltering paint, and you followed his actions. You both scurried off to the kitchen sink, only taking Eddie's trailer in when you dried off your hands with a red grid-patterned towel.

The collections of various teacups made you smile. The whole inside was cluttered and felt homey–you could tell he and his uncle had lived here for years and it somehow warmed your heart. It felt messy but in the best way possible.

Only when Eddie saw you look around did he realize the mess and tried his best to clean the wrappers off the table in a haste as if you hadn't already noticed them.

"Sorry for the mess," he winced as he opened the trash can and dumped empty wrappers and some soda cans.

"Don't worry about it," you shook your head and if the locks of your hair weren't stuck to your cheekbones because of the paint, they would have moved with you. "The whole place looks really nice," you smiled to yourself. "It's very you."

"Thanks? " He tilted his head as he took the words in. You said it in such a way that it sounded like a compliment and even if Eddie was still unsure, it made heat creep up his cheeks.

It was him. This whole place was his heart and soul bleeding from the worn linoleum and mugs on the wall.

You chuckled at his blushing. The way he looked away as he tried to remember what he wanted to say next made your heart flutter in your chest. The nerves of romance, you supposed.

"Um,” Eddie cleared his throat. “You can take a shower if you want. I don't think I have very good shampoo but I'm sure it's better than anything if you don’t want to have to cut your hair–" he scratched the back of his neck as he tried to not make his offer sound weird.

"I'd like that, thank you," you cut him off before he could continue rambling. "But only if I get to wear one of your shirts after because my shoulders are definitely as stained as yours."

He gave a small smile at your offer. "Of course you can."

You picked Eddie's favorite Metallica shirt. You didn't know it was his favorite and he would never tell you because the sparks in your eyes when you spotted it was enough for him to agree that he never needed to see it ever again. It was a large dark gray shirt, with a white logo that was a little washed out from the number of times Eddie had worn it but you seemed to love it nonetheless.

And when you walked out of his bathroom, hair wrapped around the light blue towel he had given you and wearing that damn Metallica shirt that he now swore it looked a hundred times better on you and he knew he was a goner.

The little smile you gave him when you sat beside him on the couch almost sent him to heaven. He was so in love with you for the short time you had actually given him a chance that he wasn’t sure he’d ever recover.

This was the end game. You were his perfect person.

"Stop staring at me like that,” you scoffed a laugh, biting on your lip at the look he was giving you, practically melting beside him.

"Sorry," he looked away and raised his hands in innocence. "You just look very pretty, that's all." Eddie looked down at his hands and picked at his nails so he would focus on something else than you.

"You should go take a shower before the paint fully dries," you noticed.

"Right," Eddie shook his head as remembered that his hair still looked like a parrot had shit the rainbow of his feathers on him. "I'll be right back."

By the time he was back, you were sitting down by the kitchen counter, a cup of warm tea in between your hands and a second one right by it. Eddie smiled at the sight and your look became a bit embarrassed when you felt his stare wouldn't leave you.

"I- I hope it's ok, I made myself some tea, and um... a cup for you too."

"That's more than ok, thank you, sweetheart," he smiled, making his way towards you and sitting on the stool beside you, kissing your cheek before grabbing the warm cup for himself.

You looked at him as he brought the cup to his lips. His eyes looked at a random spot by the kitchen, while his ringed hands were securely wrapped around the cup. A dot of pink was still lodged in the creases of one of his skull rings, and you almost smiled at the absurdity. Smiled at the look of a ring that was supposed to be scary being now decorated in pink. When you went back up to his face, you noticed the faded smear of blue was faintly present in between his temple and his ear.

You reached for it with your hand, delicately wiping the blue out with your thumb for good. The color disappeared easily with the water still dripping from his hair. Eddie's gaze fell back to you as he watched your movements with intent. Your fingers climb up to tangle with the top of his hair, gently tugging down to untangle his damp locks.

"You've got a hairbrush?" He nodded, not saying a word before climbing out of his seat and leaving for his room.

He went through a few of his things before he finally found it. A big black hairbrush which he had just cleaned out this morning.

He came back into the living space and he saw that you had removed the towel from your head and your hair fell loose again. Clean and fresh in his space.

"Here," he handed it to you, still watching, thinking you would use it on yourself.

"Turn around."

"Huh?"

"Turn around!" You made a circle with the brush and Eddie felt all words die in the back of his throat as he obeyed.

He stayed baffled as he felt the hairbrush cling to the ends of his hair and slowly moved down. Your hand came next, preparing the brush's journey before it came to grasp at his hair a second time.

"Tell me if I accidentally hurt you"

You could never, he thought to himself, but nodded instead. And just by the simple start of your movements, he could tell it was true.

All the tension Eddie might have held in his shoulders disappeared with your gentle movements. His eyes closed by themselves as you started to bring the brush higher on his scalp, your fingers always coming up first to trace the road of the brush and almost making him hum with content but never in the world would he let that slip past his lips that early in the relationship.

Even if he felt the world he knew was drastically different now, he’d never voice them in such a way. He didn’t want to scare you away. He didn’t want to give you cause to run and hide because he couldn’t reel himself in.

"All done," he didn't know how long it had been–maybe hours, minutes or seconds, but he felt like he had just been sent to space and back. He felt sleepy, dazed and more relaxed than he had ever felt in years.

And it might have definitely shown on his features because of the short laugh you let out when he turned back around to face you.

"By your lack of words and the look on your face, I think I've been gentle enough with your hair,"

"Um- yeah," he cleared his throat in a poor attempt to come back to reality, to make his feet touch the ground again.

You smiled as you looked at it, raising your hand towards him to thread through his bangs in an attempt to correctly place them, a happy look on your lips. "All nice now!"

Eddie watched as you hooked your fingers in the brush and balled up all the hair that had accumulated in its bristles before making your way around the counter and dumping it in the trash. When it was all clean you started with your own hair.

"Give me that!" He reached for you with his hand, "my turn"

"Alright," you smiled and sat back on your previous spot, handing the back brush to Eddie before turning around.

Eddie started with the ends, just like you had done for him. Your eyes closed as he brushed through the knots and reached your scalp. You let yourself become content. It felt so nice and comforting.

“Did you hear about that kid going missing?” You opened your eyes again as the words left your lips. The idea of Will being missing is still nudging at your mind on repeat.

“The Byers kid?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah, I think everyone has heard of it by now,” Eddie sighs a bit as he says it, his focus still set on your hair.

“They’re doing a search party for him tonight…” You looked down at your hands, noticing some paint still lodged in your fingernail. “Are you going?”

“I can’t unfortunately… Wayne needs me. You?”

“I am. I have too. It’s Dustin’s best friend… I have to show my support.” Eddie nodded in understanding.

“Well, be careful,” Eddie gave you a small smile that you couldn’t see as he dropped the hair brush on the counter. “Where are they going to start the search?”

“Around Mirkwood. That’s where he disappeared…”

"Mirkwood? Like in the Hobbit?"

"Oh, sorry, yeah, um Dustin calls it that. I sort of caught on."

"I love that."

"He calls the school Mordor."

"He does?" He raised his eyebrows with a big smile.

"Yeah," you nodded. "I do too now. No one understands when I say it"

"I do now."

"Good. Then I'll start saying it around you,” you nodded proudly. "The misty mountains are the hills after Mirkwood. Dustin lives around there. And the shire is the area with all the white picket fence houses, one of his friends lives there that's why he's named it that. They have the whole of Middle Earth mapped out in Hawkins."

"What's the mainstreet with all the shops called?"

"You're going to laugh."

"Say it."

"Rivendell."

"Rivendell?" He made a face. "Why would they call that Rivendell?"

"Because it's their favorite location in all the books. So they say that going to the main street is like going to Rivendell. You've got the arcade up the road and shops where you can get toys and comics," he looked at you weirdly. "Their words not mine," you raised your hands in innocence.

"What's your favorite place in Middle Earth?"

"Lothlorien"

"Oh,” Eddie nodded his head, “that's such a good one."

"I know right!? I was obsessed with Galadriel as a child.” You exclaimed and the joy that emitted from you was contagious. “And the way it's described, it's so beautiful. That’s why Dustin named where I live that and plus he says he makes sense because it’s in the forest,” you smiled as you remembered all the times Dustin called your place Lothlorien.

“What’s your favorite place?"

"Mine is so boring," he sighed in defeat.

"I'm sure it's not!"

"The Shire."

"It's not boring!"

"It is! But I love it just because it is. My life has been such a chaotic mess, I would always imagine what it would be like to just be a hobbit in the Shire. Not have a care in the world and just cultivate your potatoes. Lives of hobbits are just so... quiet."

"You're forgetting noisy neighbors and family members."

"I think I could deal with that."

“Really?” You scrunched up your nose. “Have Steve as your brother and you would think twice. He would have sold my house and my stuff earlier than it took Bilbo’s family too. If I were Bilbo, I would have come back to the Shire to find my house already sold, with all my stuff gone!”

“I could totally see him doing that,” Eddie chuckled with you.

“Definitely,” your eyes lifted up to the clock behind him, Eddie noticed the look in your eyes as you read the time and held out his hand.

"Shall I take you back to Lothlorien, My Lady?" Your eyes lit up as your gaze shifted from the clock to Eddie.

“Gladly.”

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sweet-villain · 2 years

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Joe Quinn Master List

Jealousy Looks Good On You Ft M.D

All I See Is Red

Bullet To The Heart

Torn

The Truth

Fluff With Joe

You

Just A Birthday Taste

Truly Madly & Deeply

Home With You

Dancing With Our Hands Tights

Surprise

Picture This

Now Or Never

UnPretty

Showered You With Love

My, My, My Lover

Stop And Stare

Home Sweet Home

Like I'm Going To Lose You

Only One

Look At Me, Don't Look At Him

She

Pretty Girl Part 2

It's Been Awhile

Cafe Love

My Beauty

New Addition

You're All I Want

Just Friends?

Drink?

You Miss All We Had

Comfort

Just Let It Be

Don't Lose Sight

3 A.M

Little Piece In Heaven

You Got Me

It's You Part 2

Adore You

The Fool Ft D.M

On Top Of The World With You

The Way You Look

Lost In The Momen

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joeyquinndrabz · 2 years

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Unloved - Joseph Quinn x Reader

TW: VERY angsty but finishes with fluff, insecurities mentioned

22:45. Eyes growing tired and your back aching from leaning against the bar, you were ready to go home. Joseph on the other hand, he was in his element. Surrounded by fellow actors and actresses, cackling at any joke thrown into the circle. In a way you’d been abandoned but his drunken self was far too absorbed in their conversations to realise.

You were eternally grateful that Joseph also brought Wesley along because you didn’t know anyone and no one seemed eager to get to know you in the slightest. Joes lack of company hadn’t gone unnoticed by him either, he felt too bad to leave you on your own but he had to head home due to an important meeting with his manager he had early in the morning. You’d reassured him you’d be fine and that you’d be more upset if he stayed because you didn’t want him to risk not getting up in time. So off Wes went, saying goodbye to Joe and yourself before calling a taxi to take him back to his home. You on the other hand, you were left to receive patronising stares from everyone who passed and you couldn’t fight your emotions for much longer.

It was evident to you that there was one girl in particular who had taken a liking to Joe and she was sending you daggers and had been all night. Joseph was so deep into his conversations that he hadn’t noticed but something inside of you wanted him to see, to say something, anything.

She was giggling too hard for your liking and kept staring at him with hunger in her eyes. It didn’t help that she was obviously some sort of model, her slender figure and picture perfect face gave it away. You on the other hand, worked a 9-5 and didn’t see your beauty like Joseph did. Your physical appearance had been an issue for you since your teenage years and it was something Joe was aware of. That’s why watching her so close to him and obviously trying to flirt with him was breaking your heart, bit by bit.

You couldn’t go over there, they didn’t want you in that circle and it hurt that Joe still chose to hang out with these people even though they’d completely disregarded your existence. There wasn’t much more you could handle, you were well and truly at breaking point. Finishing your drink and thanking the bartender for her company, you tried to signal to Joe you were going. To your surprise, you’d caught his attention but not in the way you were hoping for. He discreetly tilted his head at you as to say ‘can’t you see I’m busy’ and continued conversing with those ignorant fools.

The ache in your heart was overwhelming and you left the bar with your lips pierced together and tears forming with every step. For the first time that night you weren’t receiving any dirty looks, instead the strangers in the street looked at you with worried expressions and empathy. Your navigation of London wasn’t as good as Joes so being put in this situation was terrifying and made the emotions you were feeling 10x worse. There wasn’t any chance he was going to pick up his phone, he was too busy. You wanted to call Wes but feared you’d wake him up and ruin his meeting in the morning. Therefore, with 10% on your phone, you had to hope and pray for your safety and hope that you’d make it home.

You did eventually make it home, the 4% on your phone was clinging on for dear life and you were ready to get into bed and cry yourself to sleep. However, you hadn’t realised when leaving the bar that your coat was still there and the keys to your flat were also at the bar. You didn’t live with Joe either, so you were well and truly screwed. You didn’t have any other option but to try and call Joe with the 4% you had remaining.

It rang. It rang again. Then again. Until you were greeted with his automated voicemail. So you tried again, and again, until suddenly when you tried to ring for the 4th time…it had gone straight to voicemail. He’d turned off his phone. He’d turned off his phone whilst you were stuck in the freezing cold with no coat and now your phone had died on the last attempt to call him. To make matters worse, the drizzle you’d felt turned into an extreme storm and your flat was not inside a building you could reside in whilst you waited. The world had fucked you over and you finally broke down. Sliding down your flat door you sobbed and sobbed whilst holding your body in your arms in an attempt to keep some warmth.

You had no idea how long it’d been, it felt like days. Your teeth were chattering and the feeling in your feet had gone, there was still no sign of Joe.

That was until you heard someone shouting your name who sounded awfully like the man himself. You didn’t have the energy to be angry, you had none at all. You just wanted to get inside, you were so disappointed with him, he’d watched you leave without your jacket and still decided to stay. No concern for you or your wellbeing.

“Y/n? Oh my Jesus- Baby I’m so-“ Joe was quick to burst out in apology when he saw the state you were in. You were soaked, from head to toe, shivering with water dripping from your nose. “Save it.” You muttered through gritted teeth and used all your strength to reach for your jacket from his grasp. “I called you and you didn’t respond, I thought you’d gone back with Wes and when I got to his I-.” You were dragging yourself up from the wall and your shaking hand turned the key to your flat door. “I called you too. I called you quite a bit actually. You watched me leave on my own, I don’t need the lies Joe.” He’d followed you into your flat and watched as you walked straight past him into the bedroom, ready to strip yourself of your drenched clothes. “Sweetheart I’m not lying, I was so far into my conversation with Ava that the time span between you and Wes leaning felt identical. I genuinely thought you were with him.” Joe had tears in his eyes but there was no sympathy from you. You’d checked the time and it was 1:43am. You’d been outside for 2 hours, 2 whole hours. “I called you Joe, I really needed you and you were too busy with the same woman who’d been sending me death glares all night and the same woman who I heard call me a ‘scum from under her shoe’ to a group of women in the toilets. You left your girlfriend alone in London, to walk the streets with 10% and i spent the remainder of that charge trying to get in contact with my boyfriend! I could’ve been fucking dead and you wouldn’t of had a clue.” You were wailing and Joe wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms but you stepped away from him anytime he came near. “Baby i didn’t know about any of this, if i did I would’ve been there in a heartbeat. I left to go to the toilet and when I came back my phone had been turned off completely. Ava, who i now know is a massive prick, decided to turn it off because it kept ringing from what she said was a ‘private number’. I told them I was leaving and then I headed to Wesley’s but when he answered he said he had no idea where you were. We both tried ringing you and texting you but I didn’t hear anything.” Joe had to stop to compose himself, he’d expected the worse. You never ignored his calls or texts so he knew something was really wrong. At this point you’d gotten changed into his oversized tracksuit that he wore around the flat when he was round. Although he’d completely and utterly fucked up, the smell of him was still a massive comfort to you and there was no helping it. “Wes obviously lives on the other side of London so I ran from his to the tube and he went looking where we’d just been to see if you’d gone back. The tube i was on broke down so I ran here as quick as I could. I’ve been a dick and there’s nothing I can do about what’s happened and if I could then I’d do anything. The fact I put you in that position i can’t I just-“ He began to sob, he sat on your bed with his head in his hands.

You knew deep down Joe would never want you to be in that situation, you knew he loved you but tonight you’d never felt so unloved and unwanted . He’d let you down and for that you had every right to feel upset with him. Maybe not intentionally, but he’d still done it.

“You left me on my own all night Joe. It’s like you want to get rid of me but this is taking the fucking piss. Tonight is the first night in our whole 4 years of being together that I’ve felt completely and utterly unloved by you. If you don’t want me around then fucking do something about it, don’t make me watch as you converse in conversations at the bar all night whilst I’m left to pitifully watch from the sidelines.” The part about you feeling unloved broke Joe like never before, he was sure he genuinely felt his heart shatter. “You think I don’t love you?.” Joe questioned mid sob, lifting his head from his hands to see if you were being sarcastic at all. “What part of tonight has showed that you love me Joe?” You looked straight at him with a tear stained face and new ones glazing your eyeballs. “I love you now, then and always. And I’m completely and utterly sorry for tonight’s events, I’ve hurt you and I can’t imagine how you’re feeling right now. I understand if you don’t want me around right now, but please know that my heart does and will always belong to you. I will spend everyday of my life showing you how much I love you because I never and I mean never want you to think I don’t love you. And as for Ava and anyone at that table, they are dicks and there’s no excusing their behaviour. But as your boyfriend I’m in a position to protect you from that shit and I didn’t, I failed you. I can’t believe I’ve done this to you.” Joe was now stood significantly closer to you, tears still falling whilst he took in your broken appearance. “Do you wish I was more like them?” You asked, feeling as though you were no longer good enough for him. The Joe you’d met wasn’t a star of sorts, he’d done his fair share of acting but it was mostly theatre and you were his biggest fan. His life then seemed so far from what you knew, but now, it felt like you were in a movie yourself. Everyone around you became famous and well-known and you were, you. Maybe Joe felt you were dragging him down? Or he’s been introduced to so many new women he no longer sees the light in your eyes when you meet his?

“Oh my sweet girl.” Joe broke the gap between you both, wiping your tears with his thumbs and holding your head so you could meet his eyes. You both looked awful, crying messes to put it frankly. “I want you, and only you. Not a different version of you, just my beautiful Y/N who’d rather drink a milkshake over a cocktail. My Y/N who says yes to anything and who’s never afraid to speak her mind. My Y/n who gags at the thought of oysters.” You let out a slight laugh amongst the tears. “I want you angel. You’re so precious to me and again, I’m so sorry you’ve been put in a position of hurt caused by me who saying all this. I know my actions tonight don’t match my words, but you my darling are the love of my life and the reason I do what I do. Please don’t for a second doubt that I don’t love you. Because I do, a dangerous amount.” Joe finished his speech with a long kiss to your forehead and he held you closer than he’d ever done before. The closeness between you both made him aware of how cold you were and how you were still slightly shivering.

“Promise this won’t happen again?” You questioned into his chest. “Never ever again. My time off is dedicated to you now, we’ll go on so many adventures and see so many different places. I’m here now, forever.” He mumbled into your hair, squeezing your body like he’d never done before.

“And Wes.” You muttered, looking up at him. “And Wes.” He chuckled softly before leaning down to kiss you.

“I’m sorry angel.”

“I know you are, I forgive you.”

#joseph #joseph quinn #joseph quinn one shot #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x reader fluff #joseph quinn x you #joe quinn x you #joseph quinn x y/n #imagines #fanfic

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joekeeryswife · 1 year

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Disaster Date - J.Q

hello angels! yes this is part of my nursery teacher joseph story!! sorry it’s taken me so long to write for him! i wrote this in 5 hours and i hate it but it’s a fill in chapter so i can continue with the story! i hope everyone is doing well ⚠️throw up warning⚠️ enjoy reading my loves 🩷 nursery teacher series

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it had been a month since Joseph had asked you out and the dates had been constant. every Saturday the two of you would do different things whether the two of you went to the cinema, or for dinner or even just the two of you being in your apartment cuddling whilst watching tv.

Joseph didn't care what the two of you did, you were getting to know each other in your own way and he loved it. whenever Lizzie was there (which was rare because you didn't want to confuse her) she was ecstatic to see her new favourite person. Lizzie and Joseph were really close and he didn't want to be obvious to the other kids but she was definitely his favourite student.

she had finally come out of her shell and wasn't as shy as she was before he met her. well, she was still pretty shy in public places but in the classroom or in your apartment she was confident and it was so overwhelming to see. your beautiful girl finally having some confidence and the only thing you could do was thank Joseph.

he had helped her and you were so grateful. you and Joseph had spoken about your relationship and about how you should keep it a secret, it was unprofessional and the other parents would definitely judge the two of you. it wasn’t any of their business but it was just a precaution the two of you wanted to take for Lizzie’s sake.

it was another Saturday and Lizzie had been sick all night and all day and you’d never seen her like this. she was fine Friday morning and evening then she woke up vomiting all over her ‘big girl bed’ as she liked to call it. she had never been sick and it hurt your heart to not be able to take the pain away from her.

she was still so little and you felt helpless. she had been sobbing for hours and no amount of pain relief would stop it. so you were sat on the sofa with a sobbing Lizzie. she felt boiling hot but was tell you she was freezing so you had put a thin blanket over the two of you. the sick bowl was next to you just in case she was sick again and with the way she was acting you were just waiting for it and you were right, she would throw up yet another time.

it was around seven when you heard a knock at the door, it had been thirty minutes since Lizzie had last thrown up and her tears were still there but she wasn’t sobbing. you were confused but stood up, holding onto Lizzie tightly making sure the blanket didn’t fall off her body. you opened the door and saw a smiling Joseph dressed in a comfy t-shirt and some jogging bottoms.

“what are you doing here?” you didn’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it did. his smile faltered “it’s Saturday? you asked me to come round yesterday” you slapped your forehead and sighed, you had completely forgotten it was Saturday and you had planned a movie night with him.

“i’m sorry i forgot to call, she has been sick all day and it completely slipped my mind, sorry” you rubbed your forehead in embarrassment, how could you forget you two had been seeing each other every Saturday for the past month. “it’s okay, i can come another day if you want?” you shook your head and moved to the side so he could come in.

“it’s okay, you don’t mind her being here do you?” he walked in and took off his shoes. “not at all” he smiled sympathetically, looking at the poorly girl in your arms. she was practically asleep now the only traces of tears were the tear streaks on her cheeks.

the two of you walked back to the living room and sat down on the sofa. Joseph wrapped his arm around your shoulder which made you cuddle into him. you breathed a sigh of relief and closed your eyes as you felt at ease for the first time that day. you were so tired, looking after a sick baby had worn you out.

“she been really sick?” Joseph asked looking down at you. you nodded, running your hand up and down Lizzie’s back as she finally fell asleep. “you have no idea” you just couldn’t help but feel bad for your poorly girl.

“i’m really sorry i forgot about tonight, it’s just been so stressful-” Joseph hushed you, not in a rude way just to stop you from apologising again. “i promise it’s okay, Lizzie is your main priority and always should be. you’re a really good mum so what you forgot one date” he somehow always knew how to put your mind at ease.

“have you eaten today?” your heart melted, Joseph really cared about you and you’d never had anything like this in your life before and you were just grateful he came into your life when he did. you shook your head, you’d given Lizzie a few pieces of plain toast knowing she would probably throw up anything else you made her but you had forgotten to feed yourself.

you had been so worried about Lizzie eating didn’t even cross your mind. “now that was silly wasn’t it” he joked making you laugh along with him. “i’ll order us food, you choose what to watch, i chose last time. do you want me to take Lizzie after? so you can have a break” he handed you the remote and looked through the different food options.

you shook your head again “it’s okay, thank you though. i think if i move her off me right now she’ll probably cry again” you scrolled through the different channels, picking a random film on Netflix and felt his arm go back around your shoulders with a small, delicate kiss placed on your forehead. you looked up at him and smiled, he was just so caring.

“i’m always here if you need me” he took his eyes off of the tv and looked down at you. you were smiling at him before he leaned down and kissed you. it was quick and wasn’t the first time the two of you had kissed but each time it made your stomach fill with butterflies. it was safe to say you were definitely falling for him and you weren’t complaining about it.

#fanfiction #imagines #joseph quinn #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn imagines #joseph quinn fanfic #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x fem!reader #joseph quinn character #joseph quinn one shot #joseph quinn series #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn x y/n #joseph quinn x mum!reader

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forever-rogue · 2 months

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hi, angel! i saw that you were open for requests and i was hoping i could shoot my shot 🥹 i’m such a sucker for the idiots-to-lovers / ditzy!reader trope lmaooo so could i pretty please request one for eddie where he’s just so down bad for the reader but she just brushes off any kind of affection from him, not because she doesn’t like him back but because she just doesn’t think anybody would ever like her like that (totally not self-projecting woops) lol sorry if it’s too specific or something! totally okay if you don’t end up writing this ❤️ ily!!!

AN | Well, well, well, if it isn’t ditzy!reader and blind Eddie. These two are just so 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Soft.

Your skin was so soft that it was causing Eddie’s mind to practically explode. He’d noticed it before but there was something so extra about it today.

“Umm,” he heard your soft laugh and slowly came back to reality, “you can let go of me now Eddie.”

“Oh,” he shook his head to himself and let go of your waist, taking a step back and clearing his throat, “s-sorry. Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you gave him a pretty smile, bright and sweet, “I wasn’t watching where I was going and I tripped over my feet. I hate when I do that. I need to pay more attention but sometimes it’s hard.”

“I’ll be there to catch you,” he promised softly as you beamed at him. You put your hand on his shoulder and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. Eddie opened and closed his mouth a few times, “uhh…I-I-”

“There’s Steve and Robin,” your attention quickly went to your friends as they pulled up to the park. You reached for Eddie’s hand and pulled him along with you, “c’mon!”

There was something about the feeling of your smaller hand holding onto his that made his stomach flip. He quickly followed after you, a dopey smile on his face. As soon as Steve saw the two of you, there was a knowing smile on his face. Eddie pointedly glared at the boy, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Steve had been pushing Eddie to ask you for as long as he could remember but Eddie always said no. He could never understand why; the two of you were thick as thieves and it was obvious to almost everyone else that the two of you were much more than just friends.

“Hey guys,” Steve drawled softly as he opened the back door for you to slide in next to Robin, “the two of you were looking awfully cozy.”

Eddie’s face turned a pretty shade of pink as he buckled his seatbelt. You laughed softly before shaking your head, “I tripped and Eddie caught me. He definitely saved me from banging up my face.”

“Can’t have you hurting that pretty face,” he agreed; Eddie wished he could melt into the seat. You exchanged a look with Robin and she rolled her eyes, causing you to huff with laughter under your breath, “alright, who’s ready for adventure?”

“Me,” Eddie said pointedly, willing Steve to start driving, “let’s go.”

“Say no more,” the two men fell into silence as you and Robin were excitedly twittering about in the back of the car. Steve caught Eddie’s eye in the rearview and offered him a small smile he hoped Eddie would know was a thing of solidarity. Eddie’s lips pulled into a thin line as he offered his friend a small nod.

You were absolutely going to be the death of him.

Unless he actually did something about it. But that seemed like a hurdle he wasn’t quite ready to take on.

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Eddie startled as he heard loud knocking at his door; it was so urgent and sudden that he heard it over the sound of the rain and the guitar he was softly strumming. He grumbled before setting the instrument down and making his way to the door. It was a rainy mid-week afternoon, so he had no clue who would have come round this time of day.

“Hello?” Eddie opened the door slowly, but was immediately thrown into a warm hug by you. He stumbled backward for a moment before hugging you back, feeling at peace just by having your presence there, “what’re you doing here, sweetheart?”

“It’s raining,” you pulled back from him and it was then that Eddie noticed you were wearing a rain slicker but your hair and face were wet. You brushed some of the water away from your face as you grinned at him, “oh. Sorry, I didn’t mean to get you so wet.”

“Yes…it is,” he nodded slowly, his hands settling on your shoulder, “do you want to come in? I can grab some warm clothes and we can-”

“No,” you reached for his hand and held it tightly in yours, “you gotta come with me! To go to the pond!”

“What’s at the pond that is so important?” he wasn’t thrilled with the idea of you out in the rain and getting wet.

“Everything,” you took his hand and started to pull out of the door of the trailer, “all the creatures are out, and it sounds so cool when the rain hits the pond! C’mon, let’s go and see.”

“Are you sure?” he was loathe to deny you anything. He actually thought you were adorable with how excited you were to take him to the pond. You were already nodding and looked at him with wide eyes. Eddie shook his head in amusement before reaching for his jacket and quickly slipping it on along with his boots, “alright then, show me this magic.”

“You’re the best Eddie,” you slipped your fingers in between his and tugged him along with you. You lived near Eddie and the pond was in between your places. It was a spot the two of you spent a lot of time at when it was nice out in the spring and summer.

He tried to keep his cool at the way you casually offered him your hand, a token sign of affection. But internally he was freaking out at the feel of your much smaller hand in his. He gave yours a squeeze, not caring that the two of you were getting absolutely drenched. He could always dry off later - making memories was far more important.

You stopped in front of the pond, watching excitedly as the rain fell onto the water, loud and steady but also so calming. There were frogs singing and other critters that were out and gathering around the pond. The excitement on your face was palpable as you took in the scene. It made Eddie happy too; to see the natural flow of life and how it made you feel.

“It’s so pretty here,” you reached and plucked a small yellow flower from the ground, looking at it for a moment before holding it out to Eddie, “for you - a flower for my flower.”

Eddie’s stomach churned as he swallowed the lump in his throat. He reached for it and gently took it from your hand before tucking it behind his ear, “t-thank you.”

Your response came in the form of a big smile as reached for his hand to bring him closer, “thank you for sharing this with me. Coming here. You’re the best Eddie.”

He felt a rush of affection for you, even more than he already did. He squeezed your hand gently, “thank you for sharing this with me.”

“Anytime,” you gave him a smile, “there’s no one else I’d rather be here with.”

And that his heart almost burst into his chest.

He loved you. He decided then that he would tell you….one day.

Soon. Soon.

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“Oh! I’ve got a date tomorrow night,” you threw your declaration so nonchalantly as you and Eddie walked out of the movie theater. Eddie felt like a wave of icy ocean water hit him as you walked towards his van. He really hoped that he didn’t hear you correctly. When you noticed his silence you turned to him with concern etched on your features, “Eddie? What’s wrong?”

“What did you say?” he asked as you leaned against the side of the van. The look on his face was not what you had expected; he looked almost angry, but underneath it all was a look of hurt.

“I just said that I have a date tomorrow night,” you shrugged it off, trying to ignore the prickling feeling running down your spine, “that’s all. Nothing important.”

He huffed, unable to control his reaction. Sure, you’d been on dates here and there but it was never anything that had seemed important. But now he wasn’t so sure, “cool, cool, cool. I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun.”

Eddie started to move around to the driver’s side but you quickly reached for him, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, “Eddie? What’s wrong? Why are you acting like…this?”

His shoulders rose and fell softly as he shook his head. You dropped his wrist, feeling your eyes immediately prickle with tears, “you don’t get it, do you?”

“I don’t…understand,” your eyes were wide as you tried to figure out what he was saying, “what do you mean, Eddie?”

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration before groaning slightly, “I’m in love with you.”

That was definitely not what you’d been expecting to hear at all. A million different thoughts raced through your mind as your heart jumped around in your chest, “Eddie?”

“I’ve been in love with you for so long,” he whispered, unable to look at your eyes, “I just…I’ve never been able to say it before. But the idea of you going out on a date with someone else, someone not me, makes me feel so….sad. I don’t want you to go out with anyone else.”

“I-I don’t….” you paused, waiving your hand around, trying to make sense of it all. But then it hit you - holy shit. He’d just confessed his love for you, “you love me?”

“Yeah,” he let out a nervous laugh as his cheeks felt like they were on fire, “I do. I have for a long time.”

“Oh,” you chewed on your lip. You would have never thought that was possible, “I didn’t know. I thought you didn’t like me. Not like that.”

“How could you ever think that I wouldn’t like you?” he came a little closer to you, “I thought it was so obvious. I just thought you didn’t feel the same way.”

And then you laughed. You couldn’t help it as you looked at him with pure awe in your eyes. Eddie swallowed thickly as he hoped that you weren’t just laughing at him, “that’s so funny. ‘Cause I definitely thought it was obvious that I liked you too. I just thought you’d never be interested in me.”

And then it hit Eddie all at once. The two of you were idiots and had been blind.

He grinned at you, a matching smile on your face as reality sunk in.

He reached for your face, his hands gentle on your skin as he studied. He’d done this many times before but something about it in that moment felt so much different. Heavier and more important. You leaned into his touch, turning your face to press a kiss to his palm. He studied you for a few more moments before leaning in closer, leaving only a small distance between your bodies.

You could see the questioning look in his eye and nodded softly, leaning in and closing the remaining gap. The feel of his lips on yours was nothing like you’d expected - it was even better than you could have ever imagined.

It felt like the most right thing in the world; like the two of you had been doing this for so long. Like you had always been meant to be doing it. You two only separated when you were desperate for a breath of air.

You touched your lips, almost as if trying to make sure that you had actually kissed Eddie.

“Umm,” you were nervous, rocking back and forth on your heels as you beamed at him, “that was….something.”

“It was definitely something,” he agreed with a cheeky grin that made you laugh softly, “I think we should try that again…just to make sure it really was something.”

“Oh yeah,” you pretended to muse over what he had said before touching his face, “I agree…we should definitely make sure. For science.”

“For science,” he agreed softly before kissing you again, “I’ve been wanting to say I love you for so long and now I can finally say it.”

“I love you too, Eddie,” you stole a few more kisses from his pretty, plumped lips, “I like saying it too. And hearing it. Can you say it again? Please?”

“I love you,” he said, almost like a promise…you supposed it was, “and I really like kissing you. Everything…all of it.”

“I love you,” you whispered in turn, “everything and all of you.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #st #joseph quinn

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industryhbo · 2 months

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JOSEPH QUINN in A QUIET PLACE: DAY ONE (2024) dir. Michael Sarnoski

#a quiet place: day one #a quiet place day one #joseph quinn #filmgifs #filmedit #horroredit #josephquinnedit #tuserdee #userallisyn #usereri #useralii #useraurore #userlolo #usersavana #*#my favorite shot of him

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storiesforallfandoms · 6 months

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jason doesn’t know ~ eddie munson;stranger things

word count: 3184

request?: no

description: jason doesn’t know that his girlfriend and eddie do it in his van every sunday

pairing: eddie munson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (oral f receiving, orgasm denial, unprotected p in v), pet names (princess and sweetheart), cheating

based on this song

masterlist (one, two, three)

Dating the captain of the basketball team was great at first. Jason was a great boyfriend in the beginning. He would give you rides to and from school, he’d take you out every weekend, and in general he just seemed very sweet. Besides that, dating him also made you popular by association. You weren’t an outcast or anything before, but you weren’t popular either. So dating Jason definitely elevated your social status.

But, as time went on, things became less and less great. Your date weekends with Jason became less frequent until they stopped all together. The excuse was always that he was busy with basketball practice, but once practice ended he was still blowing you off. He’d still drive you to and from school, and you still ate lunch with him and the team, but you didn’t feel like his girlfriend anymore. You felt like an accessory.

You tried to talk to Jason, but he blew you off. He said a lot of stuff that you could barely remember, but you did remember running away from him in tears. You thought (or maybe hoped) that he would come after you and try to make everything right. But when you got outside the school without the sound of footsteps running behind you or Jason’s voice calling your name, you figured he wasn’t that concerned about the fact that he had hurt your feelings.

That’s when you met Eddie for the first time. Well, when you properly met Eddie. You had seen the metal head in school before, especially interacting with Jason. You had never spoken to Eddie, and you had no issue with him like Jason did. Not that you’d ever tell Jason or his friends that.

You were sat on the stairs crying into your hands when you heard him ask, “Are you okay?”

You jumped, unaware that anyone else was around. You turned to see Eddie leaning against the brick wall of the school. You noticed what he had in his hand. “You’ll get in trouble for having weed on school grounds.”

“Are you going to rat on me, princess?”

The name took you back. He said it sarcastically, but there was something about him calling you that that turned you on a little.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Eddie asked, coming closer to lean against the railing that separated you both.

“Fuck if I know,” you said. You waved towards the door behind you. “He might be in there, or he might’ve left. Don’t know, and right now I don’t care. I’m sure he doesn’t care where I am either.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “Trouble in paradise?”

You scoffed. “Some fucking paradise.”

He didn’t push the matter. Not like you were expecting him to. You didn’t even know each other. You also weren’t expecting him to ask, “Did you need a ride home? Since your douchebag boyfriend ditched you and all.”

You weren’t about to turn down that offer. You kind of couldn’t turn it down really. Your only other option would be to walk home, and you weren’t going to do that if you had someone offering you to give you a ride. So, you followed Eddie to his van. At some point you found yourself opening up to Eddie about your issues with Jason. He didn’t poke or prod for an explanation, but your emotions were bottled up for so long that you just needed to get them out. And Eddie just listened. He didn’t let his personal bias towards Jason get in the way.

And then you were kissing Eddie. You weren’t sure if it was because he was actually paying attention to you, or because you were so frustrated that you just needed to do something. Or maybe it was both of those things, plus the fact that Eddie was extremely attractive. Either way, you were kissing him.

And then you were in the back of his van, underneath him.

You were going to break up with Jason. You were still mad at him anyways, but you knew you had to break up with him after cheating on him. You didn’t expect anything else to happen with Eddie (although you wouldn’t be mad if anything did happen), but you knew it wouldn’t be right to continue your relationship after cheating.

That was the plan anyways. Until Jason showed up at your house the next day with flowers as an apology. He drove you to school, he showered you with all the love and affection that you had been missing the last month. You were so taken with everything Jason was doing that you were foolish enough to think things were actually changing. You had completely forgotten about your time with Eddie, until he came sauntering up to your locker between classes.

Your eyes widened as you looked around to make sure that Jason or his friends weren’t around. “Go away. I can’t be seen with you.”

“So I heard,” Eddie said. “You’re all lovey dovey with your prince charming again. Does he knew you were screaming my name yesterday?”

Your thighs clenched together at the memories from the day before. You shook your head and backed away from Eddie. “It was a mistake. I was angry, and it was unfair of me to use you to blow off steam. I’m sorry, but we can’t do it again Eddie.”

Eddie gave you a look, and then, to your surprise, he chuckled. “I’ll see you next time, sweetheart.”

As he was walking away, someone threw an arm over your shoulder. You jumped and looked up at Jason, who was scowling at Eddie’s back. “What did the freak want?”

“Nothing,” you lied. “Just asked about one of our classes.”

Eddie was right, though. There was a next time.

It didn’t take long for Jason’s affection to wither away again. And, once again, when you tried to talk to him about it, he brushed you off. You hoped that things would go as they had last time, with Jason apologizing and realizing his wrongs. But the next day, you were left waiting on your front steps for Jason to arrive. By the time you realized he wasn’t coming and you’d have to walk, you were already quite late for class. You were nearly in tears from embarrassment when a familiar van pulled up beside you.

“Get in, sweetheart.”

You didn’t make it to class that day. Instead, Eddie parked his van and you fucked until you knew no other feeling than his cock nestled inside of you.

There was no explanation for why you didn’t break up with Jason. You didn’t love him anymore, and he certainly had no feelings for you. At some point, you figured it was just for show. You’d hold hands in the hallway, you’d cheer for him at his games, you kissed in the lunchroom. But there was no love between the two of you. Instead, your heart belonged to the curly haired metal head that took you far away in his van and made you feel so good with every touch.

One Sunday afternoon, you were home alone when you heard a horn honk outside. You peered through the living room blinds to see the brown and cream van that had become your favorite place to be. Eddie was stood outside, leaning up against it with a cigarette hanging from his lips. You smiled and quickly rushed out the door.

“I’m home alone today,” you told him. “You can come in instead if you’d prefer.”

“I like going in my van,” he said. “It’s like our own little paradise.”

You couldn’t argue with that.

Eddie drove you both to your usual spot; a dirt path surrounded by trees tat no one besides stoners ever went down. The second the engine shut off, your face was in Eddie’s hands and he was kissing you so passionately that you became lightheaded. You undid your seatbelt and moved to straddle him without breaking the kiss. His hands moved to your waist, holding you. You ran your hands through his hair, gently tugging it like you knew would drive him crazy.

“Let’s get in the back,” he suggested.

You didn’t have to be asked twice. You quickly got off his lap and moved to the back of the van while Eddie was still unbuckling his seatbelt. You were already taking your shirt off when Eddie finally joined you. You were about to take your bra off, but Eddie grabbed your hands to stop you. “You know that’s my favorite part.”

He guided you to lay down on the pillows and blankets he had added to the van shortly after you two had started hooking up. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips before moving to attack your neck with kisses. He was careful not to leave marks that would be visible, but the moment he reached your breasts, he bit and sucked as he pleased. He reached under you to pop your bra clasp open. He pulled it off and tossed it into the front, then took your nipple in his mouth while he kneaded your other breast in his hand. You moaned at the feeling of his tongue running over the sensitive nub.

After leaving your chest marked, he continued to move down your body. As he kissed over your stomach, he pulled at the waistband of your pants. You lifted up so he could pull them and your panties off in one go. He started kissing you painfully slowly over your mound, then over both of your inner thighs. You were trembling with anticipation, and a whimper involuntarily slipped from your lips.

Eddie chuckled. “Is there an issue, sweetheart?”

“P-Please, Eddie,” you whimpered. “I-I need to feel you.”

“Well, how do I say no when you ask so nicely?”

You gasped as he licked a long stripe up your clit. Your fingers gripped his hair as he began to eat you out like he was a starving man and you were his first meal in days. His fingers dug into your thigs, leaving creasant shaped marks in the soft skin. You threw your head back and moaned in pleasure. Eddie knew how to make you feel so good in ways that no other guy had ever made you feel. Actually, he was the first guy to go down on you in general. You didn’t know how good it would feel until his mouth was on you the first time.

Your mind went completely blank. All you knew was the feeling of hot pleasure coursing through out body. Your head was thrown back on the pillow beneath you as you moan into the small space. It was one of many reasons you loved Eddie’s van: you didn’t have to worry about being quiet. You could tell him just how good he was making you feel in whatever volume you wanted. And right now, he was making you feel so good that you felt like you were going to float right to cloud nine at any second.

You could feel yourself nearing the edge when Eddie suddenly pulled away from you. You let out a noise that could only be classified as a whine as you looked up at him. He was grinning down at you with that stupid teasing grin that you loved so much.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he said. “I want to feel you on my cock when you cum.”

He leaned down to kiss you. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he slipped it into your mouth. He was pressing himself against you, his still clothed hard on rubbing against your sensitive core.

“This seems unfair,” you told him, tugging at his shirt. “I’m all naked and you’re still fully clothed.”

“When have I ever been fair?” he asked. But he pulled away from you to pull his shirt off. You admired his tattoos as he started with the belt on his jeans. He noticed you looking and smirked. “Like what you see?”

“You say that every time,” you teased. “And the answer is always yes. I love your tattoos.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss you again. He had managed to get out of his jeans without you noticing, and now you were both completely naked, flush against one another. You could feel his hard cock pressing against your thighs. You reached between the two of you and wrapped your hand around the base. Eddie moaned as you pumped his cock a few times. You were already so wet from him going down on you that when you pressed the tip against your entrance, he was able to push into you without problem. You both moaned as he slowly pushed into you, filling you completely.

“You feel so good,” he whispered against your lips. “Fuck, I could stay like this forever.”

“Please Eddie, m-move,” you begged.

“Ask me once more with those pretty words, sweetheart.”

“Please! Please, I need you so bad.” You’d be embarrassed with how desperate you sounded if you weren’t already on the edge of an orgasm again just from the feeling of him inside of you.

He kissed the tip of your nose and did as you asked. It was slow at first, pulling all the way out at a painfully slow pace until just the tip was inside of you, and then thrusting inwards just as slow until he was buried inside of you again. his pelvic bone brushed against your clit in a way that was driving you crazy. Eddie lowered his head to your neck and began to kiss every inch of skin that he could reach again. The warm pleasurable feeling returned, running through your entire body from your head to the tips of your toes. Your nails were digging into his back, but you knew he was going to wear those scratch marks with pride. The last time you had marked him, he went to school in a tank top the next day just so everyone could see.

A string of expletives fell from your mouth as you felt yourself nearing the edge. Eddie was whispering words of praise and encouragement in your ear, and it was enough to finally tip you over. You cried out his name as you tensed around him. He groaned into the crook of your neck at how good you felt. Your head was so foggy with lust that you almost didn’t register when his thrusts started to pick up speed, and then when they became a little sloppier.

“Can I cum inside?” he asked.

“Yes,” you breathed. “Please, Eddie, please cum in me.”

He pressed a kiss hard against your lips as his hips stilled, spilling himself inside of you. Your chest heaved with every labored breath you took. Your bodies were stuck together with sweat that you hadn’t even noticed was collecting on you till that moment. When Eddie pulled away from the kiss, his lips were swollen. His hair was a mess, and he was also quite sweaty, but he still looked like the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

When he smiled, it made your heart flutter.

You almost wanted to mirror the words he said earlier about staying that way forever, but Eddie eventually pulled himself from you as he started to go soft. He reached into the front of the van where he kept towels for your rendezvouses. He placed one under your hips as you felt his load starting to slip out of you. Once he had himself wiped down, he reached into the front again to roll down both windows. Immediately, the feeling of cool fresh air filled the van.

Eddie laid down next to you so that your shoulders were touching. This was always the weird part. You never cuddled after having sex, but you really wanted to. But that wasn’t what you two were doing, right? This was just hooking up. He wasn’t your boyfriend. But you wished he was.

Eddie nudged you with his elbow and you looked over at him. “What are you thinking so hard about?”

“Nothing,” you said.

He gave you a look. “It’s not nothing. You get this look on your face when you’re deep in thought. What’s up?”

You were touched that he had noticed something so simple. In all the time you had been dating Jason, he had yet to pick up on any of your cues.

“What would you do if I broke up with Jason?” you asked.

Eddie shrugged. “That depends. What would you want me to do?”

“No, that’s not fair. I want to know what you would want. I’m already sneaking around with you behind my boyfriend’s back, it’s not fair if we’re doing all of this my way.”

He smiled. “Well, for the record, I’m not mad that we sneak around behind Jason’s back. It’s actually kind of nice to just have these moments to ourselves.”

He ran the knuckle of his index finger over your arm, causing you to shiver at the feeling.

“But, if you did break up with Jason, I would be first in line to ask you out on a real date.”

“There would be no line,” you told him. “Because you’d be the one I’d pick anyways.”

Eddie’s smile was the brightest thing you had ever seen. And it was contagious, because you couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“I feel stupid that I haven’t done it already,” you told him. “I don’t know, I think it’s just the image of being the captain’s girlfriend that stops me, but even that isn’t fun anymore. What’s the point of holding an image if you’re not happy?”

“There is no point. But, I wouldn’t push you to break up with him if you don’t want to. I get it if you’re not ready to plunge into loser territory by dating me.”

You rolled onto your stomach to look at him. “That’s not it at all. I don’t care what your social standing is. I just care about you. I want to be with you.”

“You just have to figure out how to not be with Jason anymore.”

You scoffed. “Yeah, I thought it was going to be that hard, but now I’m thinking I’d be doing him a favor if we broke up. He’s quite literally had his eyes on Chrissy Cunningham for weeks now. I don’t know what his problem is that he won’t end the relationship first and just get with her.”

“I can’t blame him there. Chrissy is hot.”

You swatted his arm. “Fuck you!”

“You already did, princess.”

He took you by surprise as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you down to him. When he kissed you this time, it wasn’t just a kiss of lustful passion. It was gentle and sweet, and then he settled you against his chest with his arm around your shoulder.

And that’s when you knew that things with Jason would be over the next time you saw him. Because you could get used to being happy with Eddie.

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strangererotica · 4 months

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EXPLICIT CONTENT | MINORS DNI

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You and Eddie spend some ‘quality time’ together in his van on a stormy afternoon 😘 Includes oral sex (f receiving) face-sitting, masturbation, squirting, unprotected p in v sex

It’s a gorgeous, stormy afternoon in Hawkins. Heavy rainfall drums against the roof of Eddie’s van, trickling down its fogged-up windows. The two of you are wrapped together under a blanket in the back, stripped to your underwear. Eddie’s hands run along your back as you lay over him, his fingers working your bra undone. He succeeds at unhooking it and the bra slides down, the fat of your breasts now pressed against his bare skin. Your breath hitches when your peaked nipples meet the coarse hair on Eddie’s chest. Every part of you seems on fire, sensitive and filled with need. Eddie can feel your arousal, one of his thighs situated between yours, the warmth of your soaked panties wetting his leg…

His breath is warm and moist on your neck, raising goosebumps across your skin. Eddie’s lips suck gently along the base of your throat, traveling down your chest till he’s massaging your breast in his mouth. You keen into his tongue, gliding your nipple against the soft, wet pad. Lightning strikes close by, the rumble of thunder vibrating the backseat under your bodies. Eddie slides his lips off your breast, his eyes wide with mischief. “That was a big one, huh?” he murmurs up at you. Adjusting yourself on top of Eddie, you’re now straddling his bulge instead of his thigh. He groans as you bear down on his stiff cock, the fat outline prominently tenting his boxers. “Yeah, it is a big one,” you respond, using Eddie’s previous words.

He holds you at the waist, rolling his hips upward, grinding you over his bulge. The rain grows stronger along with the wind, whipping against the sides of Eddie’s van. He gently eases you off of him for a second, gazing between your bodies at the soaking mess you’ve made on his boxers. “Jesus Christ,” he marvels, sounding awestruck. “I don’t know if it’s wetter out there, or in here…Fuck I need to taste you…” Eddie guides your hips as you crawl up his body, till your thighs are framing his face. “Atta girl,” he mumbles into your cunt, but his words are obviously muffled by your pussy in his mouth. Eddie’s left hand squeezes at your hip, while his right hand moves to touch himself.

His eyes drift closed, his tongue lapping your cunt through your slippery panties. You sink deeper over Eddie’s face, humping his lips and chin, marking him in your scent. He’s tugging at his cock now, grunting into your wet heat as he fucks himself and you at the same time. Your fingers are locked in Eddie’s hair, his ebony curls damp with sweat. The atmosphere inside the van is extremely warm, prompting you to toss the blanket off your bodies and onto the floor. Eddie’s hand is working himself closer and closer to climax, his mouth sucking your clit through your panties with the same goal. The underwear is completely saturated by this point, a useless barrier between your cunt and Eddie’s mouth. When you come, your orgasm fucking drenches Eddie, the slippery liquid running down his cheeks and neck.

Eddie flips you over, pulling his cock from his boxers and tugging the sopping crotch of your panties aside. Your legs wrap around him instinctively, begging him to fill you up, and he readily obliges. Eddie enters you easily in one thrust, his hands clutching your ankles for leverage as he pumps your cunt full of his release. He lays over you, panting and chuckling into your hair, “fuck sweetheart, m’sorry I came so quick. Y’just squeezed me so good, couldn’t help myself…”

Eddie slides a hand between your bodies to pull his dick out of you, his fingers grazing your clit in the process. A little gasp leaves your body at the contact; Eddie smiles up at you wickedly, that mischievous look in his eyes again. “Aww,” he coos. “Looks like you’ve got one more in there for me, huh princess?”

Before you can respond, Eddie’s already moved backward in the seat, nuzzling your belly on the way down to your pussy. He peels the ruined panties off of you, slathering your legs in your juices as he pulls them off and tosses the soaked fabric to the floor. Eddie rests on his elbows in front of your ass, and burrows his face between your legs.

Your fingers find his hair, tangling in Eddie’s wet mass of curls as he eats you. Heavy rain pummels the roof of Eddie’s van as his tongue bullies its way inside your pussy. It’s almost too much, the way he forces his tongue in and out of you. Eddie isn’t content with licking your clit; he literally has to fuck you with his mouth before he’s satisfied with his work. He knows from experience that you have the strongest orgasms when he pumps his tongue in and out of you like this, rubbing the tip against your g-spot, licking you from the inside out. Your hold tightens in Eddie’s hair, your cunt gripping his tongue as its thrusts continue.

Rutting yourself against his face, your clit bumps Eddie’s nose just as his tongue reaches the deepest place inside you yet. Your climax streaks through you like a bolt of lightning painting the sky, your creamy walls twisting and clenching around Eddie’s tongue. He grins into your cunt as you soak his face again, getting off on the vibrations of your orgasm he can feel through his tongue.

Eddie licks soft stripes up and down your pussy as your orgasm fades, pressing feather-light kisses onto your clit. “Good job, baby,” he says, lifting his head from between your legs. “I knew y’had another one in you…”💋

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dixonsbrat · 2 months

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𖥔 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𖥔

summary ; eddie finally admits that he can't get you, his best friend, out of his head.

notes ; potential cussing, mentions of weed and the reader having hair. let me know if i forgot anything !

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it was midnight on a friday, now turned saturday, and the low sound of rain hitting the roof of your trailer had been accompanying you as you watched your film. usually, eddie would be with you, curled up in your bed, watching whatever movie it was that you had picked out with his hands trailing through your hair because he knew you loved it.

the sound of knuckles rapping on the trailer door drags your attention away from the movie, and it's not until then that you eventually pull yourself from the sheets. there was only ever one person that would come knocking so late at night, and the small "open up, my ass is freezing" that follows, only solidifies your thoughts.

eddie was your best friend — he was also the best friend you could ever ask for — protective, compassionate, understanding. he saw the world in you, much like you did him, and it had been that way ever since you were kids.

giggling to yourself, you straighten out the shirt you were wearing, an old one of eddie's that he no longer wore, and opened the door to see him leaning against the frame. a smirk is splayed across his lips, his unruly hair slightly damp and covered in tiny raindrops as it fell over his dewy brown eyes, and he pulls something from his back pocket.

"wanna go for a drive?" he wriggles his brows, holding a joint between his pale fingers.

"and by 'drive'... you mean?"

"getting high in the back of my van." he answers almost immediately. you don't respond, instead, you narrow your eyes at him for a second. the hint of a smile makes an appearance, and he takes the little roll of your eyes as a 'yes'.

you give him a light shove, though he adds to the theatrics and plays along as if it had actually hurt before inviting himself in and closing the door. "i would've come by earlier but hellfire ran a little later than i thought it would, and then i got carried away planning out next weeks part of the campaign." he plants himself on the sofa, kicking his feet up on the coffee table as you search through your basket of discarded laundry to find some pants.

"have they worked out you're bringing vecna back, yet?" you ask, sifting to the bottom of the pile and plucking out a pair to slip on.

"no, but dustin made a huge move tonight and i think they could be close to finding out."

as eddie continues to relay the events that had unfolded at hellfire, you head to your room to grab a jacket, though upon your return, you notice he had suddenly gone quiet. there wasn't but a murmur or an utterance that fell from his lips.

he remains on the sofa, his head lulled back against the cushions as he stares at the roof. something had shifted in his demeanour. his eyes no longer sparkled with passion like they had only moments ago, and his ever-so-lovable smirk had disappeared.

"you okay, eds?" you ask, adorning a now worrisome frown, and you sit on your side to face him. your knee hits his thigh, and the chain on his pants clangs together, but he doesn't answer, his mind a million miles away. "eds?" you poke him gently.

"hmm, what?" he clicks back to reality, eyes wide when he sees you're beside him now. he blinks back whatever had been plaguing his mind, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, and looks to you once more. "what were you saying?"

"i wasn't saying anything, you were, and then you went quiet." you give a lopsided smile, leaning your arm against the back of the sofa to rest your head on. "what's going on inside that pretty little head of yours?"

he blushes, relishing in the way you call him pretty, and his head sinks with a sigh, "m’just thinking."

"you? eddie munson? thinking?" there's another tug at his lips, the ghost of a smile appearing before it's gone once again. he lets out another sigh, eyes avoiding you now, and that's when you know something is truly bothering him. "okay, sit. tell me what's wrong." you pat your thigh.

obliging, eddie moves to rest his head on you, your fingers immediately finding his hair and entangling among the curly locks. ever since you were little eddie had always been an open book to you, constantly telling you what was on his mind, never keeping anything hidden. more times than not, you knew what was wrong with him before he did, but this... this seemed different.

it takes him a moment, but eventually, he opens his mouth to speak, the gears turning in his head, "do you ever think about getting out of here?"

"out of hawkins?"

"yeah. like just packing a bag and leaving?"

"like.. every day."

"where would you go?" he looks up at you through the shaggy mess of his bangs, a quirk in his smile as his dimples peak through now.

you shrug, "anywhere is better than here. what about you?"

"oh, i'd pack up my van in a heartbeat. take my guitars, my tapes, my dnd stuff and just take off. don't know where, but as long as i'm on the road, i don't care." it was hard not to notice the way his eyes lit up as he spoke about hitting the road, though the pang in your chest that followed after him mentioning leaving, set a wave of fear over you.

for so long eddie had been a part of your life, the one constant you had as you grew. it was hard to ever imagine a life without him because... you didn't want to. after spending so many years by each other's sides, running to one another in your times of need, being the only person the other fully trusted — a life without eddie would be an empty one.

there's a flicker of fear in your eyes that eddie catches sight of before it's quickly gone. a tug between your brows as worry etches across your forehead because while the thought of leaving hawkins had crossed your mind many times, you never intended to leave eddie behind, nor would you want to. but with the roles reversed, you weren't entirely sure if you held the same amount of importance.

this hurts even more when you take into consideration the flourishing feelings you had for him. it was bound to happen — practically inevitable — but you couldn't bare the thought of him ever finding out.

a blanket of silence falls over the two of you, eddie's ringed fingers dancing across the material of the sofa until he reaches yours and pulls your hand towards his chest. he doesn't say anything, just fiddles with the ends of your fingers, before abruptly sitting up and turning to you.

there was a shift in the way he was looking at you now, almost like he had something to tell you - something that was on the tip of his tongue. he prods at the sofa nervously, before planting his hands in his lap and shuffling closer to you.

"there is one thing that i know i wouldn't be able to leave without though." he says in a way, that both confused and intrigues you. "well, i should say 'someone' rather."

"rick." you joke.

a soft chuckle leaves him, "no. though, now that you mention it-" he stops short when you playfully hit his shoulder, an array of laughter falling from you both. "i'm kidding. i'm kidding. obviously… it’s you."

"you mean that?" there’s a coy smile on your lips, unsure if his words were sincere or if he was simply saying it to make you feel better.

his brows pinch together, "of course, i do."

"what if… you get sick of me?"

"i could never get sick of you, you muppet." he ruffles your hair.

"what if i get sick of you?"

"I’m going to pretend that you didn’t just say that."

another silence falls over you both, smiling at one another, thinking of scenarios in your heads of the two of you on the road. iron maiden playing at an alarmingly loud volume as eddie sings along with the wind blowing through his hair, and he wears the biggest smile you had ever seen as you drive through the prettiest of landscapes.

"do you... do you ever think about... us?" he hums the question though there's a shakiness to it that you don't think he meant to let off.

"what? like hanging out? we already do that."

"no,” he exhales. "i mean... people say that you're likely to fall in love with your best friend. do you ever think like that about us?" the question takes you by surprise. did he somehow know of your feelings for him? your sudden silence seems to stir something in him. "uh, y'know what? just forget i said anything."

"no, eds," you reach for his hand but he moves it before you can. "do you think about us... like that?"

he peels himself off the sofa now, pacing a little on the other side of the coffee table, "no — i mean, sometimes. i just — mike said something that got me thinking and, i know that i shouldn't let that little shit get inside my head. but, i don't know, lately, i just can't seem to keep you… out of it."

you were unsure as to what eddie was implying — saying he couldn’t get you out of his head — did he mean it the same way you did? or did he just mean he had been thinking about you like he always did? "what did mike say?" your voice is low, almost too afraid to ask.

"oh, he was just being a smartass as per usual,” his brows raise as he rolls his eyes. “when i said i had to check-in with you first about whether or not we could fit in an extra hellfire session this week because we had already made plans, he said ‘why is she your girlfriend now?’ of course, i denied it, but then jeff started saying that i act like we’re a married couple, or that we’re domesticated, or some shit. and then, of course, dustin just had to chime in saying that he sees the way we look at each other — what does that even mean? — and then gareth and jeff started saying all this bullshit and-“

“-eds,” the sound of his name falling off your tongue hits him like sweet honey, stopping him mid-ramble as his head whips back to you. you stand to join him around the other side of the table, his eyes watching you with wonderment as you slowly approach him. “… i do too.”

“you do too, what?” he asks, bemused, and it’s not until you tilt your head and raise a brow that he catches on. “wait… you do?” you nod, tracing his features as he does the same to you. his eyes illuminated by the moonlight as his bangs fall in disarray, and you reach up to gently brush them back into place. “what are you doing?”

"i wanted to see your face." you say, lowly, your hands now falling to land on his shoulders.

"why?" he asks.

"i wanted to see your face..." you pause briefly, a shiver of anticipation rolling down your spine. "... when i do this." you lean forward now, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. he's quick to catch on to what you meant, and he meets you halfway, pressing your lips together with pent-up urgency.

"y/n," he mumbles your name against your lips before slightly pulling away, leaving you breathless as your chest rises and falls dramatically. "are you sure? i don't — i don't want this to ruin anything between us." he smiles through his eyes, though there's a sadness deep within him begging for reassurance.

"what did you say to me before? about the someone you wouldn't be able to leave without?" you ask, leaving him with more questions than the ones he already had.

he exhales, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as his hands rest on your hips. "i said... it's you."

"exactly."

#— 𝐯𝐞𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 .ᐟ ᡣ𐭩 #— 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 ᡣ𐭩 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader

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scarletsknight · 2 months

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f*ck me like you’re famous

wc: 3.3k

pairing: eddie x fem!reader

synopsis: the man everyone wants only wants you

cw: 18+ mdni!!, rockstar!eddie, non canon au, smut, use of marijuana, mentions of alcohol consumption, established relationship, pet names, teasing, eddie's rings (y’all alr know), choking, fingering, oral sex (giving/receiving), orgasm denial, praising, hair pulling, reader has an oral fixation (lowkey), multiple orgasms, mirror sex (not really but kinda), lil bit of possessiveness, overuse of the word fuck, marking, sex while under the influence, unprotected sex, aftercare, fluff?

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts since my first acc got snipped and just never reposted 😭 but i lowkey wanna get back into writing for this account. pls don’t come for me if i don’t follow through tho life is just fucking crazy rn but i miss this blog and i miss you guys so i’ll try. but until then i hope y’all enjoy this!! 🫶🏽

Eddie wasn't expecting much difference when Corroded Coffin started playing at the Hideout on Fridays instead of Tuesdays. But the crowd more than quadrupled in size, and it seemed to keep growing every week they came back.

In the middle of one of their songs, Eddie spotted you not too far from the small stage.

You had been fixated on the band's lead guitarist since you got here, barely taking your eyes from him as he expertly moved his fingers over the strings of his instrument.

This is what Eddie's always wanted; playing for an actual crowd of people and not just five drunks. But now, as he hears the cheers and sees everyone headbanging along to the music, a dream he's had for so long, all he can do is focus on you.

After their set was over, Eddie was surprisingly quick to start loading their things into his van.

Eddie was getting no help from his bandmates as they were distracted by the group of girls that had come up and started talking to them. One of them even tried flirting with Eddie, but he quickly excuses himself once he finds you again, smoking.

He weaves his way past the people crowding the alleyway behind the bar, walking through clouds of smoke.

With your back turned to him, you didn't see him coming as you were in the middle of a conversation with your friends, passing a joint around.

Eddie's eyes slowly drank you in as he approached you.

To say you look good would be an understatement. Not that Eddie would ever think otherwise, but it was something about the fitting leather pants you were wearing that he was slowly growing obsessed with.

You feel two hands on your hips, and your back meets his chest. Eddie snakes his arms around you.

Resting your head against Eddie's shoulder, you turn your head to face him.

"My love," you lazily grin at him.

"Hi, angel," Eddie cupped your jaw and brought your lips to his. He could taste the faint traces of alcohol on your tongue and the smoke your lips still tasted of.

The friends you arrived with all commended Eddie and his band for their performance before you added onto the praises.

"You guys were fucking amazing," you tell him.

"You really think so?" he asks.

You turn your body toward him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Yeah, of course," you nod, "And I could tell your little groupies thought so too," you said.

Eddie scoffed, "Groupies? I don't have groupies."

"I beg to differ," you say. Eddie follows your eyes, looking at the same girl from earlier, watching you and Eddie, seeming a little mad that someone else has their hands all over him. But you don't give a shit; Eddie was yours first.

"You jealous?" he teases.

"Never. You're so fucking hot," you tangle your fingers in his hair pulling him closer as if there was any space left between you, "And I don't know, I kinda loved watching everyone go crazy over you, knowing you're gonna fuck my brains out later."

Eddie backed you up against the side of your friend's car, deepening the kiss as he held your face.

"Keep talking and looking at me like that, I'll take you right here," he threatens, and you laugh.

Eddie slid his leg between yours, making you hum against his lips, and you felt his thighs come into contact with your core.

"Eddie," you murmur. From the look in your eyes, he could already tell what you were thinking.

"Wanna get out of here?"

"Do you really have to ask?" you smirk.

You bid your friends goodbye, Eddie thanking all of them for coming and letting them know when and where Corroded Coffin is playing next. Walking to his van, hand in hand, Eddie opens the passenger side door for you after you said your byes to the rest of the band.

Eddie kept one hand on the wheel while the other rested on your thigh. Briefly looking over at you, Eddie feels his chest swell. He watches you roll a joint for him, not wanting to waste any time once you get home, and he couldn't be more in love.

Watching your face twist up in concentration as you wrap the paper around the bud, using the skills he taught you, only made something stir inside Eddie. His hand on your leg started inching higher and higher, firmly squeezing your thigh.

"Babe, don't start. I'm tryna concentrate," you said, rolling the paper between your fingers.

"Can't help it when you're the hottest girlfriend on the planet," he grins.

You glance over at him out of the corner of your eye. "Just shut up and keep your eyes on the road, Munson," you said.

But Eddie didn't miss the smile that stretched across your face from his words.

Once Eddie was parked, he hopped out of the van with the freshly rolled joint between his lips, still unlit. He was humming one of Corroded Coffin's songs as he waited for you with his held hand out for you to take as you got out of the van.

Knowing the whole place was empty, Eddie loudly sang as the two of you slow danced into his trailer. Eddie, dramatically swaying and spinning you around, had giggles spilling from your mouth as you made your way to his room.

Taking off his shoes and jacket, Eddie swipes a lighter from his desk before sitting at the edge of his bed and sparking the joint.

Eddie hummed delightedly as thick clouds of smoke entered his lungs. He fell back onto his bed, staring up at his ceiling, taking another drag.

Having gotten distracted by your boyfriend's immense music collection, not knowing what to put on, you finally make your way over to him.

Eddie feels the bed sink on either side of his legs as you climb on top of him. He rests one hand on your hip while he smokes with the other.

You pluck the joint out of his mouth, bringing the filter to your lips and taking a hit for yourself.

Both his hands are on you now, moving up to your waist. You readjust yourself in his lap, and you hear Eddie sigh. You start subtly dragging your hips against his as you expel the smoke through your nose.

Eddie looked up at you like you were a goddess he was more than ready to worship.

"God, you're so fucking perfect," Eddie said, "And all mine."

You would've clenched your thighs together if Eddie's body wasn't between them. You leaned down, grabbing Eddie's jaw and bringing his lips closer to yours. Eddie parted his lips as you blew the smoke into his mouth.

"And you're mine," you whisper, kissing his face.

You both sit up, your lips still connected to his.

"You know that I love you," he stared up at you, his big brown eyes drowning in adoration for you.

"I know," you lean your forehead against his, "I love you too," you tell him before pressing your lips to his.

"Ever since high school. The moment you walked into O'Donnell's class 30 minutes late wearing that goddamn skirt," Eddie slides his hands up your thighs.

You hum into his mouth, kissing him deeply.

"Just promise you won't forget me when you guys become famous," you joke.

"I would never," he says, "You think I'm crazy enough to give this pussy up."

"I hate you," you giggle against his lips.

"Didn't you just say you love me?"

"Yeah, well I change my mind and take it back," you teasingly say, getting out of his lap.

You turn your back to him, but Eddie doesn't let you get too far before he's on his feet too, wrapping his arms around you. Laughs spill from your lips as he holds you against his chest, burying his face into your neck.

"Tell me you love me," he said lowly in your ear, the raspiness of his voice causing slick to pool between your legs.

"No," you said like a moody child.

"Come on, sweetheart, just tell me."

Eddie's fingers found the buttons on your pants, starting to undo them. You wiggle your hips a little assisting Eddie in getting the leather down your legs. He slipped one of his hands between your thighs, stroking your clothed heat.

If Eddie's arm wasn't wrapped around your middle, your knees would've buckled. Between being high and having been incredibly horny for your boyfriend all night, you were extremely sensitive to his touch.

"Let me hear it," he rasps in your ear.

"Eddie," you let your head fall back against his shoulder.

"Mhm?" he hums into your neck.

"I-" the words die on your tongue when he slips his hand into your underwear.

You whimper, feeling the cool metal of his rings against your warm skin. He runs his fingers through your folds, letting your slick coat his digits, purposely neglecting your clit.

"All this for a man you hate?" he scoffs.

You whine, squirming in his arms, trying to move your hips against his hand. But Eddie's strength doesn't allow for it.

"Tell me you love me and I'll give you anything, baby."

You quickly drop the act, falling deeper into this headspace, desperate for Eddie to do anything.

"I love you, Eddie."

"See? That wasn't so hard, now, was it."

He kisses your cheek, starting to rub small circles on your clit. You practically melt against his body, and he falls back onto his bed with you between his legs. You turn your head to capture Eddie's lips in a kiss. At the same time, you're lifting your hips and pulling your underwear off, carelessly letting the piece of fabric hang from your ankle.

Eddie grabs your thighs, keeping them apart. He brings his hand back down to your pussy, lazily playing with your clit.

"Look at you, baby," you follow Eddie's eyes to the mirror by his bed. The sight of you between his legs as he toyed with your clit should've flooded you with embarrassment, but you were already too far gone to care. "So fucking beautiful." he kissed your temple.

"Eds," you start squirming.

"Yeah, sweetheart?"

"Please," you grabbed his wrist, directing his hand where you really needed him.

"So so wet," the tip of his finger teasingly circled your hole before slipping inside you, "And so fucking tight." he then added a second.

You braced yourself with your hands on Eddie's thighs, your nails scratching the denim of his jeans.

"That feel good, baby?"

"Y-Yes. So good."

Eddie pressed his lips to yours as he found a steady rhythm for his fingers. He pushes his tongue into your mouth, and you moan around the wet muscle as he curls his fingers against your soft walls.

"Oh god, Eddie—please," you tell him.

Your legs threatened to close around his hand before he pulled them apart with his other hand. The same hand trails up your body, cupping your boob over your shirt, feeling your perky nipple beneath the material since you opted for no bra tonight. He tweaked the sensitive nub between his fingers, causing you to gasp and your pussy to flutter around his fingers.

"Fuck-m'gonna cum."

"Yeah? you wanna cum all over my fingers, pretty girl?"

"Yes! please please l-"

You let out a broken cry, feeling your orgasm being so abruptly ripped away. You heard Eddie laugh as your hips tried to chase his hand before he left you untouched.

"That's what you get for acting like a brat," he said.

That teasing little fucker.

Turning yourself around to face him, Eddie sees the pout on your face before it's taken over by a smirk.

"I'm sorry, baby," you slowly let your fingers trail down his chest, "let me make it up to you," you fluttered your lashes at him.

Eddie grinned as your hand reached the front of his jeans, palming his semi hard on through his clothes.

He pulled his shirt over his head, flinging it somewhere in the room. You quickly undo his jeans, slipping your hand inside his boxers and beginning to stroke his length.

"Fuck, princess," Eddie groans when you squeeze your fist around him.

You started pulling his jeans off along with his underwear, and Eddie kicked them off his legs the rest of the way. You positioned yourself between his legs, circling your thumb around the tip, smearing the beads of precum all over his cock.

You look up at him through your lashes before you take him into your mouth. You start slow, only sucking on the head, letting the salty precum land on your tongue while you wrap your hand around the base of his cock.

"That's it, sweetheart. Just like that," Eddie sighs, stroking the back of your head as you take more of him into your mouth.

Whether it was your high or just your infatuation with this man, you couldn't get enough of the feeling of Eddie in your mouth. The weight of his cock on your tongue and his breathy moans were enough to have you pressing your thighs together.

You run your tongue along the underside of his cock, coating his length in your saliva. Eddie ran a hand through his hair, brushing his bangs out of his eyes as if he didn't want to miss a thing. Even with tears in your eyes and spit pooling out of the corners of your mouth, Eddie still couldn't take his eyes off you.

The muscles in Eddie's stomach contracted as he started to roll his hips against your face. You slowly started taking more of him into your mouth, focusing on breathing through your nose as you relax your throat for Eddie. You didn't care about the limits of your gag reflex, taking Eddie's dick deeper down your throat.

Eddie tangled his fingers in your hair, pulling you off him. You whine, not just from the pleasurable pain throbbing from your scalp but the loss of his cock in your mouth.

"Shit, you almost made me cum," he said, shallowly breathing.

"So why didn't you?" you ask, ready to slide him back into your mouth.

Eddie's hold on your hair tightens as he holds you where he wants you.

He smiles as you weakly moan, "Cause as much as I love watching you take me down that pretty little throat of yours, I really need to fuck you."

You moan again, but this time at his words.

"Please fuck me, Eddie," you didn't care how desperate you sounded. "Please."

"I know, angel, I know."

Once every piece of clothing was discarded, your teeth clashed with his in a heated kiss. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, easily dominating the kiss. Your head met the pillows as Eddie's laid you down. He took his place between your legs, looking down at you.

Your eyes travel down Eddie's body, studying the ink littered all over his skin like you haven't hundreds of times before.

The muscles in his arm flexed as he pumped his cock in his hand, and you wanted desperately to squeeze your thighs together.

"How bad do you want it?"

"I want you so fucking badly, Eddie. Been thinking about having you all night. It was hard not thinking about getting up on that stage and letting you have your way with me in front of everyone, so they know who you belong to."

Eddie raises an eyebrow at you before you shrug.

"I told you, not jealous. Maybe just a little possessive."

"That's even hotter," Eddie tells you, "You're mine just as much as I'm yours," you felt his cockhead nudging into your entrance.

"Yours...Mine," you moan out the word as he slides into you.

You thought the feeling of Eddie inside of you, filling you up, would make you delirious.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good."

"Eddie~"

Eddie started moving slowly, only rocking his hips into yours steadily.

Eddie knew you as well as the back of his hand. From every movement you make to the noises that spill from your lips, it's like he could tell what you wanted without vocalizing it.

He circled his arms under your legs, your calves resting on his shoulders.

"Yes—my fucking god, Eddie," you buried your head into the pillows.

You reach out to him, your nails leaving crescent-shaped indents in his skin as he folds you over, pressing your knees to your chest. Eddie's cock deliciously stretched your walls, feeling him so deep you were sure he was in your guts.

Eddie dropped your legs from his shoulders to kiss you. He swallowed your moans, sucking your bottom lip between his teeth.

"You're so fucking wet," he groans against your lips.

"You feel so good," you whimper.

Sitting back on his haunches, he spreads your legs wider, mesmerized by the way his cock disappears inside you.

His cock twitches against your soft walls, seeing you fucked out beneath him. Your tits bounce with every one of his movements. Goosebumps rose on your skin from his rings as he slid his hand up your torso. He didn't miss the chance to tease you, rolling and pinching one of your nipples between his fingers.

You grab Eddie's wrist, silently telling him what you want as you bring his hand to your neck. Eddie wraps his fingers around your throat, applying pressure to the sides, sure to not crush your windpipe.

Your eyes rolled back, and Eddie could feel your pussy pulsing around him. Feeling the stainless steel digging into your skin added to the euphoria coursing through your veins.

Eddie saw the smile etched onto your face as he pounded into you and thought he couldn't be more in love.

"Shit, angel, I don't know if I'm gonna last any longer."

"Please don't stop. I'm so close."

"You gonna cum for me, sweetheart?"

"Yes...Please, Eddie."

"I want you to cum with me," Eddie's hand finds its way between you, rubbing uncoordinated circles on your clit.

All you could do was weakly nod at him.

The music was barely heard over the sounds of your moans and heavy breaths with the obscene squelching coming from where your bodies connected. You blink your eyes to refocus on the man above you. Eddie's messy hair clung to his forehead and neck from the thin layer of sweat covering his skin. The guitar pick he has on the small chain around his neck dangles above your face, and you slightly tug on it to bring him back down and meet his lips with yours.

"I fucking love you," you said to Eddie as you came.

Eddie couldn't hold off any longer, cumming after you said those words to him. His cum painted your walls white, slowly thrusting into you as your pussy milked his cock.

"Fuck, I love you too," he mumbled into your mouth.

You lazily made out, the both of you taking your time to come down from your highs.

Eddie finally moved from between your legs, and you could already feel his cum start to spill out of you.

"Don't move," he tells you.

"Like I have a choice. Unless you want another addition to the collection of stains."

"Like you aren't responsible for half the stains on this bed."

You gasp dramatically, "And whose fault is that!?"

Eddie laughed, picking up his boxers from the pile of clothes on the floor before leaving the room. He came back shortly with a damp washcloth and took his place back between your legs.

You saw Eddie lick his lips as he stared at your pussy, messy with his cum.

"Baby, the sheets," you remind him.

"Right," he snapped out of his thoughts, "It's kinda hot, though," he said with a smirk, wiping your sticky skin.

"You're so gross," you shake your head.

"But you love it," he grins.

a/n: feedback is appreciated!! thank you for reading <33

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sweet-villain · 2 years

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Jealousy Looks Good On You~ J.Q Ft M.D

@haileighboi asked:

Last one lol fluff one shot

Ok so reader is a new actor alongside with Joseph on season 4. Their characters are love interest so with that they start dating. No one knows ofc being they love the idea of the relationship only involving them not worrying about what other think or say. Since no one knows Mason Dye is taking a liking to the reader and makes it pretty obvious at panels and events so the fans start shipping reader and mason. Our dearest boy Joseph is getting jealous you think it is cute and is kinda like “hey now you know how I feel when fans ship you a Jaime”. So the next panel comes mason is getting a little to flirty for your and Joseph liking. It gets to the point where mason asks you out before you can say anything Joseph comes up to you it a bear hug saying something along the lines of “Oh my beautiful girlfriend how I misses you so much, oh hey mason what you guys talking about” with a smirk ofc. After that you are being introduced to the fans coming on stage for the panel Joseph goes up and gives you a little kiss ;) now everyone knows you are his

Sorry again for the long idea and the many request I just love your writing ❤️🖤

Tags : : @ceriseheaven @josephquinnlover0 @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @stillfalling30minslater @alyisdead @witchy-munson @e0509

My Master List is in This Area

You scrunch up your nose and groan as you turn over on your side seeing your boyfriend with one arm over his eyes as he slept while the other laid on top of the covers. There was a small breeze coming from the open window that Joe had opened in the middle of night stating it was too hot.

" Stop staring at me" he mumbles sleepily. You giggled.

" I haven't been staring" he uncovers his arm from his eyes as he rolled over on his side, yawning. " What time is it?" he asks with his eyes closed.

" What time is it?" you mocked, jokingly. One of his eyes peeked at you while the other stayed shut. He waited for you to answer his question and when you didn't, he rolled his eyes.

He made some sort of sound that came out of his mouth which you followed along with, he turned his with a small pout on his face.

" Don't copy me" he says with a huff.

" Don't copy me" he growled pinning your arms above your head as he gazed down at you lovingly. " What are you going to do about it?"

He hummed and tilted his head as he thought of about it.

" Joe?" he tossed an idea in his head before he settled on digging his fingers into your side causing you to laugh as you threw your head back into the pillow.

" Noooooo! Stop!" you squealed, moving away from him but he kept tickling you. He was laughing along with you enjoying making you laugh and squirm under him.

" Joe! I"m going to pee!" he laughed as he rolled over on his side of the bed supporting his head with his hand while his elbow rested on the pillow.

" You're lucky you're so cute otherwise I'd kick your ass" you mumble throwing the cover off of you. Your feet planted on the carpet as you stretched out. The shirt you wore to bed rose up revealing some skin that immediately caught Joe's attention. He reached out to trace some patterns there but before he could, you ran to the bathroom in need to pee like you told him.

He shook his head as he laid back on his bed waiting for you to come back. Joe met you on the set of Stranger Things, you being casted as Eddie Munson's love interest. You and Joe had settled on that no one needed to know that the two of you were dating. He wanted to keep his love life private and he didn't want the fans to hate you. He really cared about you and how people would treat you if they found out you were dating him.

One one hand there was a particular cast member that you have grown close with. He was funny and made you smile but his character wasn't someone your character was friends with. Mason Dye meet you at the table read when his character had some words for your character.

" I have to do what?" you read the script in your hands, wide eyed and snicking as you read that your character had to throw spaghetti and a carton of milk over his character's head in a scene in the lunch room. Mason chuckled as he waved his head, " I've had worse things thrown over my head. Trust me."

He puts a reassuring hand on your shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

" I think Jason deserve more than some spaghetti and milk" you mumble reading the words he tells your character.

" I agree, but you got this. This will be fun" he nudges his shoulder against yours. " We're going to kill it."

Joe who was watching from down the table, leaning back in his chair as eyed Mason and you talking to each other, he wasn't jealous of the fact you were talking to another guy that wasn't him. Maybe a little.

Then you giggled, Joe gritted his teeth as he glanced down at the script and eased up seeing the next following lines after would be Eddie interacting with your character for the first time. He smiled as he looked over catching your eye, he winked causing your hear to flutter.

You were more excited to run lines with Joe as much as Mason was trying to be friendly.

At least that's what you thought.

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You were beyond excited to go to German Comic Con.

" I never been to Germany" you squealed as you hold your ticket in your hands rereading where you were going. Mason had offered yo a ride to the airport since Joe wanted to go separate in case some fans catch him at the airpot.

" You'll love it, it's really beautiful" he says. His heart fluttered seeing your wide smile and dreamy look on your face. He chuckled when he watched you bring the ticket closer to your chest as you hugged it.

" Are we going to go sight seeing?" you asked him. He nods, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his pants. " If you want, we can do that" Mason says as he moves up the line.

" I do, thank you so much!" He nods, with a small chuckle. Your phone bings letting you know you had a text. You pull it up seeing a text from Joe letting you know to have a safe flight and he sees you soon. He added a kiss emoji and a wink.

" Secret boyfriend?" Mason asked noticing the smile on your face as you read the text. " Oh, no it's my mom texting me. No boyfriend at all"

Mason was surprised at this, how someone as pretty as you wasn't off the market. But you were in secret.

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You knocked on the door three times letting Joe know it was you. It was like a secret code between the two of you when you were in the same hotel. The door swung open as he pulled you inside. His arms wrapped around you pulling you flush against him as he buried his head in the crook of your neck.

" I've missed you much" he say. Your scent engulfed him and felt like home to him. You pulled away from him meeting his brown eyes that stare lovingly back at you.

" I've missed you more" He shook his head, a small pout appear on his face. " No, not possible" he leans down to peck your nose.

" Heard Mason traveled with you" the green monster was knocking on Joe's door was getting louder the more he thought about it. You shrugged, " He offered me a ride to the airport and made sure I was okay going on the plane. You know how I am with plane" he nods.

Joe couldn't help but feel jealous that Mason was itching his way in.

" Don't get frowny on me, Quinn. He's just a friend. But you" you throw your arms around his neck, " Are my lover."

His pout turned into a smile as he backed you more into his room.

" How about you show me what kind of lover you are?" his eyebrow raised in suggesting with a hint of smirk on his face.

" Let me show you"

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" My favorite scenes to shoot was with Y/N over here" Mason points to you with his thumb. " She's always ready on set with a big smile on her face, positive energy and I am not sure where it comes from but it changes the whole mood of the everyone."

"Coffee does help" you mumble into the mic, making the crowd chuckle. You were doing a panel with Mason at German Comic con, having met so many fans.

" Oh don't get me started on her order" he laughs as he speaks into the microphone. " Excuse me, there is nothing wrong with my order" Mason gives you a look that you can't help but throw your head back in laugher.

" Anyways, every time someone gets to shoot with Y/N, there is a change in the room full of positivity and there are smile in the room too. She's such a great person to act besides, she's incredible" he looks at you with his eyes shining brighter than the room itself.

If you looked at Mason, you'd notice his eyes shaped in heart shape hearts as he looked at you. He listened as you talked about your character, how much fun you had coming onto the show and everyone being so welcoming.

" I don't really think that Mason would fit in with myself and Jason here, he's really a big jerk" Mason nodded his head but he was too busy to stare at your lips and listening to your words. You were captivating him.

The panel was over before you know it and Mason even let you go down the step first like a gentleman.

" That was so much fun" you turn to look at him. His arms wrapped around your shoulder as he walked out with you.

" It was" he looked over to you matching your smile.

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Joe huffed hearing from Jamie that you were going out to dinner with Mason and Grace. He felt a little better that Grace was coming too but you've been spending so much time with Mason.

" Just a dinner, baby. I will be back before you know it" he met your lips in a kiss. His eyes roam your outfit staying longer on your legs.

" Before you go" he gotten from his spot on the bed, tugged you to his side as his hands fall to the softness of your ass. " Joe.." you warned, cheeky smile lit up on your face.

" I'll miss you" he leans down capturing your lips with his, giving your ass a squeeze. He couldn't help but feel that green monster inside of him knocking on the door again.

" I'll miss you too" you mumble against his lips when you pulled away. " What's gotten into you?" you gasped feeling his lips on yours again but this time he licked into your mouth.

He was going to make you late but he didn't care. They both could wait.

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You were finding it hilarious how many of the fans were shipping you with Mason. There were manips, there were ship names already, there were your character and Mason's character instead of Eddie.

" oh god" you mumbled scrolling through twitter and instagram.

" That's not my name but I'm sure I can make you scream more than oh god" you threw a pillow at Joe as he walked around the couch and settled besides you. " What are you looking at?"

He leaned over to look at the screen and frowned. You took his silence as his way of telling you he wasn't happy with what he saw.

" Hey turn that frown upside down, I think it's cute. It's like the fans ship you with Jamie. Joe shook his head, " That's very different, love."

" Awe is my little Joey jealous?" Joe grumbled something underneath his breathe as he looked away. You set the phone on the bed as you wrap your arms around his neck.

" You have nothing to worry about, I promise you" Joe mumbled underneath his breath how he didn't trust Mason but wrapped his arms around you pulling you flush against his body.

" You're mine" he leaned down brushing his lips against yours, " Mine" he mumbles against them as he fully presses his lips against yours. You kissed him back, one hand going down his chest as the other played with the end of his hair.

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Joe wasn't too fond that you were doing a panel with Mason yet again, his team and your team have been putting you both together. The fans were eating both of you up with making content. He saw the manips, the videos and the pictures that the fans were making, it made the uneasy feeling inside of him grow with hunger. He hated the fact that he couldn't do anything about it.

He had to do something about this. He wasn't going to stand anymore watching from the sidelines as Mason thought he had a chance with you. He had his team put him with yours and Mason panel for some reason and you didn't mind. But Mason shifted in his seat once Joe had joined you on stage sitting in the chair besides you.

Joe shot you a small smile while holing his microphone.

" I mean have you looked at Y/N? She blows me away every time she speaks. She's so smart, so beautiful, so sweet and she's so caring. I could not have a better co star" Mason says as he looks over to you, placing a hand on your knee.

" Oh stop it" you spoke into the mic, a hint of red appears on your cheeks. Joe shifts in the chair next to you, trying to keep his cool.

" I'm serious, you're so talented and you belong on every possible film, show out there" Joe clenched his jaw as his eyes turn into slit watching Mason.

As the panel went on, Joe kept shifting in his seat clenching the microphone and clenching his teeth when Mason spoked highly about you. When Joe was asked the questions, he spoke highly about you, how much he had fun filming with you especially the kissing scene you two had.

You couldn't stop blushing all through the panel.

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Mason watched you talk to Grace, laughing at something she said while he stood on the side nervously looking around. He has seen what the fans had posted about you and him, the manips, the videos and the pictures. The fans were shipping you both and he felt like he had a connection with you. He felt like this was the right time to ask you out. He felt like if he didn't then he would never get a chance.

His heart speed up as he decided now was the time to walk over and make his move. His palms grew sweaty, his heart raced and his mouth felt dry as he stood in between you and Grace.

" Hey Grace, Y/N" he smiled, looking more at you than at Grace. Her eyebrow raised before she decided to give you two space to talk. She didn't know that you were dating Joe even, no one knew.

Joe walked back into the building after a quick smoke break and he noticed that you were alone talking to Mason. Something in him snapped as he watched.

" You know, you're really are the prettiest girl I have ever seen" Mason starts as he nervously look at you, biting on his bottom lip.

" That's sweet of you, thank you" you didn't know that he was flirting with you all this time that he grew closer to you. You thought he was being friendly.

" Are you seeing anyone?" from your expression your face, Joe took that as his way to walk over.

An arm wraps around your waist as a body pulled you to their side, your nose picked up a hint of cigarettes, the feeling of rings against the small exposed skin on your hip and the voice of your boyfriend.

" Oh my beautiful girlfriend, I've missed you so much love" Mason mouth drops open as Joe flashes a grin, " Oh hey Mason, didn't see you there. What are you guys talking about?" Joe smirks as he looks down at you.

Your own mouth is dropped open because you and Joe have not discussed telling anyone about you two dating. Now, Mason knows and is staring like he's seen a ghost.

" Your boyfriend?" Mason asked, shocked.

You nodded, " I'm sorry Mason. I'm dating Joe."

His whole face dropped as his mouth formed an "o" and he nodded.

" Happy for you" he swallowed the lump in his mouth as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, " Excuse me, I have to get going. It was nice seeing you, Y/N.. Joseph" Mason mumbled as he passed Joe who patted his shoulder looking amused as ever.

Once Mason has left, you turned to face Joe.

" What was that? I thought we weren't going to tell people" Joe shrugged as he laced his fingers with yours.

" You're mine, I don't like it when something of mine is looked and touched like he did"

Now your smirking, " What?" he asked.

" You're something else, you know?" He rolled his eyes. " Good thing you're really hot when your jealous."

Before the two of you had a chance to kiss, a squeal was heard. Your heads turned to see Grace clapping happily as she looks over to you.

" You two are so cute, finally!"

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As the both of you walked out, walking along side each other and fans were waving at you both, Joe laced his fingers with your pulling your hand up to his lips.

Screams were heard as fans shouted, " She's dating Joe!." You were sure that they were taking pictures. Joe stopped causing you to stop in your tracks as you were confused on why he stopped.

" What are you doing, Joe?" you asked. A hint of nervousness crosses your face.

" I'm going to show the world that you belong to me" you were about to roll your eyes but Joe cupped your face with both his hands staring down at you with love in his eyes.

" Kiss me" you whispered.

His face beams with happiness as he leans down, kissing you. The fans screamed louder. You weren't sure if it was screams or happiness or screams of shock but you didn't care.

The whole world knows you took Joseph Quinn off the market and you were happy to be his.

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joeyquinndrabz · 2 years

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Inked- Joseph Quinn x Reader

TW: none im trying to give you guys a break from the angst I have in my drafts 😭

Being a tattoo artist was a dream you’d had since you were a kid. Your friends would laugh and tell you to ‘get real’ but you knew it’s what you wanted to do and so you did. Your grandfather was a tattoo artist in London and became highly respected by the whole city, everyone wanted a tattoo from your grandfather and so did you. When you were 18, he gave you your first tattoo after years of pestering. His talent was impeccable and his art was your inspiration. You soon began an apprenticeship at his shop and , it must be in the genes, because you’re very good at it too. Of course you were aware of the privilege you had due to your grandads high status, but it didn’t mean you didn’t have to work hard. It took years of practice to get to the level you’re at now, but being 28 and working alongside your 68 year old grandad was the gift that kept on giving. His guidance was still so important to you and your relationship was unbreakable. He wasn’t your stereotypical elder male tattoo artist, his style was still the same as it had been in the 70s. Checkered button ups, flares, docs and a very impressive moustache. He was ridiculously cool, your grandma was the same. A stylish woman with a blue rinse on her grey hair and she was always sporting a pair of new glasses. She worked on the front desk, greeting each client with a smile and being the first point of contact to ease that anxiety many of them had. It was a family run business and a great one at that.

It’d been a busy day, it was a Saturday and you’d tattooed a lot of people and a lot of different things. You were getting ready to pack up when your Grandfather could be heard chuckling out in the corridor. There were two different male voices that followed and curiosity killed the cat, you wanted to find out more.

“Ahh this is my wonderful granddaughter I’ve been talking about. She’ll enjoy this one lads.” He chuckled at the two mystery men as he pulled you in for a side hug. “Enjoy what?” You questioned, smiling at the two strangers. “It’s slightly embarrassing but we got very drunk and stick and picked out initials onto each others feet but they’re not looking the best.” One of them told you, you noticed the curtains he was sporting and the slight permanent smirk that was stuck on his face. “Yeah not our brightest idea.” The other man laughed, you noticed something different with this one. He was looking directly at you, admiring your tattoos with each passing of his eyes. It was cute. He was cute.

“Let’s get you lads sorted, I’ll do yours Wesley and Y/N can do Joe’s. I won’t make you do them both kiddo you’ve been here since 6.” Your grandad aimed the last bit at you, you smiled and nodded before taking Joe into your part of the studio.

“I’m really sorry about this, I didn’t know you’d been here that long. I’m more than happy to get it fixed another day.” The man who you now knew as Joe was rambling and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “Honestly it’s fine, if you were coming in for a back piece then I would’ve said otherwise but I’m sure we can fix this in no time.” You smiled at him as you handed him the consent forms. “Do people genuinely come in last minute for things like that?” He asked whilst signing all the needed paperwork. “You’d be surprised, we don’t actually do walk ins but my grandads had a rule that if he likes your ‘vibe’ then he’ll allow it in some cases.” This caught Joes attention, looking up at you from the clipboard to give you a massive smile that you could only assume was because he’d realised he met your grandads criteria. “He’s a cool man.” Joe continued to smile as he handed you the papers back. “He’s my favourite discussion point, the man’s a walking, talking 70s masterpiece.” You laughed and soon heard him joining in with you. “I’d kill to have him as my grandad, you’re very lucky.” Joe was admiring the art on the walls, walking closer to his favourites then standing back with a tilted head to take it all in. “I’m forever grateful for him, he’s the reason I do what I do.” You smiled to yourself, getting ready to fix the drunken scribble on his foot. “Looks like you’re pretty bloody good at it too, love.” He turned to face you, admiration on his face. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.” You shyly smiled back before asking him all the boring questions required.

Joe was now sat on the tattoo bed, showing you the tattoo in all its glory. “I mean.” You tried to find the words but struggled with a chuckle.

“Yeah I know I think Wes was shaking a little bit.” Joe grimaced before laughing with you. “It’s an easy fix don’t worry, are you okay for me to start?” You asked, in a weird way hoping he’d say no so you had more time to talk to him and hear more about his life. But he was ready, he told you he was more than ready and watched you as you got to work.

“You ok?” Looking up from the W and to Joe, you’d expected him to flinch or say something about the pain but he didn’t. Instead his face was plastered with a picture perfect smile. “Peachy keen darlin’.”

You were aware of the blush spreading on your face so got back to fixing the W and soon you had finished, wiping it down and wrapping it up.

“There we are, all finished.” You beamed and watched as Joe admired it in the mirror. “It’s perfect, thank you so much.” He mirrored your expression, happy there was now some symmetry to his drunken decision. “You’re more than welcome, grandad will sort out the payment and everything when Wesley’s finished.” You explained as you began cleaning up your station.

Soon the pair were at the front desk, paying for their tattoos and laughing with your grandad. You were still cleaning up so hadn’t realised they’d left due to your fixation on making the studio ready for you tomorrow morning.

“Knock,knock.” Your grandad announced his presence and walked in with a massive grin on his face. “What’s got you smiling so wide?” You laughed at his animated demeanour as he slowly approached you with his hands behind his back. He sat on the bench and smirked, before pulling his hands from his back to reveal a piece of paper and five £20 notes. “You got a big tip and a new admirer.” He laughed before handing you the money and the note. “But it was a tiny tattoo?” You were in shock, complete and utter shock.

“Read the note.” Your grandad pressed, leaning forward in anticipation. “Grandad!” You exclaimed,laughing at his eagerness. “Oh Cmon kiddo I’m dying over here.” He laughed back.

You opened the note and scanned the page with your eyes, a smile growing after each letter.

I’m sorry if this is totally inappropriate and i completely understand if you rip this up but just wanted to say I really enjoyed getting tattooed by you today and I’d love to get to know you more. Here’s my number, again I’m sorry if this isn’t appropriate I just think you’re pretty incredible and I’d love to get to know you more.

The tip is because you’re a brilliant artist and I hope you treat yourself with it and get something to help ease the stress of today.

All the best,

Joe

XXX

You grabbed your phone and copied the number into your phone immediately, passing your grandad the note before going outside to ring Joe.

“Hello?” He answered, anxiety evident in his voice.

“I’m leaving here in 10 minutes, fancy sharing a couple glasses of wine with that tip?” You had no idea where this confidence had emerged from but nether the less you were extremely thankful for it.

“Darlin’ that’d be a dream.”

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joekeeryswife · 1 year

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saw this on pinterest and SCREAMED. his hair is so beautiful and his face is so so so pretty i cannot cope 🩷🥹🥹

^creator on pinterest 🩷

#fanfiction #imagines #joseph quinn #joseph quinn one shot #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn imagines #joseph quinn fanfic #joseph quinn fanfiction

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forever-rogue · 9 months

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Hello 💌 it's missing Eddie Munson hours here. Can I request a fic where the reader is the new girl in town? New to Hawkins high and accidentally sits at the hellfire table (cause obviously she doesn't know it's reserved 🤭) and gets all flustered once eddie and the members come up and tell her. All cute and fluffy ☺️

AN | I am weak for this concept! Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | None

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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You clutched at your tray nervously, looking around the cafeteria in search of some place to sit. Everyone had paired off as soon as the bell for lunch had rang and you were basically left in the dust. Most of the tables were crowded, and no one was even sparing a look in your direction. Tears pricked at the back of your eyes and threatened to well up, but you swallowed them down and started to look for an open spot.

After a few moments of trying to make yourself look small you found a few open spots at one of the tables towards the back. With the most miniscule of sighs to yourself you took the seat at the end, and hunched in on yourself, trying to make yourself as invisible as possible. Upon settling in, you reached into your backpack and pulled out the book you were currently reading and dove in.

It was enough to suck you and before you knew it, you were lost and off in your own little world. But then, you heard a loud throat clear among curious little titters. You startled and snapped your book shut, looking up to find several pairs of wide eyes studying you intently.

Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you tried to figure out what was going on, “ummm…hello?”

“What are you doing here?” it came out as more curious and probing rather than angry but it caused your heart to thump wildly nonetheless. He looked young and had dark, floppy hair and gangly limbs.

“I-I couldn’t find anywhere else to sit,” you admitted sheepishly, “and no one was here so I thought it was okay. I’m so sorry-”

“Wait, you’re the new girl, aren’t you?” you turned to the boy with the dark curls under a hat; they all seemed kind but nonetheless it all made you nervous.

“Yes,” you offered them a tight-lipped smile “I’m sorry, it’s just…I’ll go so you can have your table back.”

Standing up, you tried to grab your backpack and throw it over your shoulder in order to leave and run as far away as possible. Mortifying wasn’t enough to cover how you were currently feeling. Before you could get very far, you felt a hand wrap around your wrist and stop you from getting away.

“Stay,” the voice was different from any of the others you'd heard so far, honey sweet and warm. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned around to find another stranger looking at you curiously.

"Uhh…" you were dumbfounded as you looked at the handsome boy standing in front of you. He had dark, wild curls and big brown eyes with a soft smile tugging up the corners. You looked down to where he was still looking onto you and noticed several tattoos peeking out of his shirt, "umm…"

"You're new here, right?" He asked as you nodded dumbly. You were shocked that you hadn't noticed him before - he was so different and unique that he stuck out like a sore thumb, "shit sucks. But seriously, c'mon and sit with us."

"Are you sure?" You allowed yourself to look at the boys; they looked just as shocked as you, "I don't want to intrude."

"I insist," he gave your arm a squeeze before letting go and motioning for you to sit back down. One of the boys gasped lightly as you slowly sank down in the hard plastic shirt. The boy sat down to your right, "hope you don't mind hanging out with the freaks and geeks."

"N-no," you relaxed slightly as everyone sat around as well, "not at all."

"I'm Eddie. Eddie Munson," he held his hand and you shook it, offering your name in response. Your entire face felt like it was on fire as you forced yourself to look away, "welcome to the gang!"

Alright, maybe not everyone in Hawkins was terrible.

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After that first afternoon where you met Eddie and his friends, you started to feel more and more comfortable in your school and within yourself. You noticed that Dustin, Mike, and Lucas had seemed floored by how easily Eddie took to you. You didn’t think anything of it, as you had no prior knowledge of any of them to go off of. Nonetheless you appreciated all the kindness that was being thrown your way.

The next day, however, you weren’t sure if you should just automatically go to their table or wait for further invitation. You’d brought your lunch, brown paper bag crinkled from your anxious twisting, and slowly walked to the table at the back. It hadn’t been lost on you that many people seemed to avoid their table, and a few that did walk back made some nasty comments under their breath. It hurt your heart a little bit because these were the only people that bothered to show you any kindness.

“Hey,” Eddie’s voice pulled you from your thoughts and you looked at him with a nervous little smile. He cocked his head to the side to the chair on his right, watching as you slipped into the hard plastic, “surprised to see you here again.”

“O-oh,” your cheeks warmed under his warm gaze and you wished you could sink into the ground and melt away, “should I not be here?”

“No, no, no, I just meant…I’m surprised you’re back,” he gestured vaguely to the rest of the cafeteria and you almost squeaked when you noticed the rings on his hand. They suited him perfectly, “we’re not exactly the most popular crowd around here.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly too popular either,” you shrugged, catching his eye and exchanging a nervous chuckle, “I think you’re the first person to give me the time of day. No one else has even said anything…they all just kind of stare. I feel like a thing more than anything.”

“The people around here…are the worst,” he put his elbow on the table and rested his chin in his hand as he studied you intently, “tell me about you.”

“I don’t think there’s much to tell,” you shrugged sheepishly, popping a few crackers into your mouth in order to have an excuse to remain quiet.

“Everyone’s got a story,” you felt him nudge your knee with his under the table, “what’s yours? I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

And that was an offer you couldn’t refuse.

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Over the next couple of weeks, you found yourself growing closer to the gang, but more than anything their enigmatic leader.

It hadn't taken long to figure out the hierarchy of Hawkins High School, and it was easy to figure out that you were on the bottom of the totem pole. Compared to the other kids, seeing how they were and interacted with one another, you had no clue being part of the outcasts. They were the only ones that seemed real and genuine.

The worst part of it, or the best depending on how you looked at the situation, was Eddie. You were drawn to him, wanting to know more and more about him, which felt dangerous. You already knew that you'd both be graduating in the spring and then leaving, and that he was on 3rd attempt at his senior year. Those two things in and of itself were more than to make you weary.

The rest of it - Eddie - was wonderful and had you feeling a type of way that wasn't possible. You liked his style, his hair, his personality - all of it. The issue was that you had no clue what he thought about you, or how he felt about you, if anything. Maybe he didn't even think about you at all, besides the hour and change he spent with you at lunch and breaks. That idea didn't settle well in your stomach, even though it had no right to. Eddie was just-

"Everything alright?" You almost slammed your locker shut as you startled at the sound of Eddie's voice. You sighed dramatically before turning around and finding him leaning lazily against another locker. He turned to you and offering you a devilish little smile that caused you to roll your eyes, affectionately of course, “what’s wrong, sunshine?”

“Edward,” you drawled out his name and he groaned at the use of his full name, “you can’t go sneaking up on people like that! I could have had a heart attack!”

“So dramatic,” he tutted, reaching over and tucking your hair behind your ear, “if you weren’t so busy daydreaming, you would have heard me calling out your name. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“Nothing,” you blurted out way too quickly, and you swore he gave you a knowing little look, “just…stuff and things.”

“Stuff and things,” he echoed in an amused tone as you nodded, your face warming up. Despite the fact that students were all around you, loud and noisy, it suddenly felt like it was only the two of you. He had a way of doing that, you’d learned, making you feel like you were the only thing that existed when he was with you, “very descriptive.”

“I…umm, nothing in particular,” you weren’t about to admit that you’d been daydreaming about him to his face. Not voluntarily anyway.

“Well, I was wondering if you were free tonight,” your eyes widened in surprise at his question. He laughed - nervously - and ran a hand through his dark curls. It really was such an innocent question, you were absolutely friends by this point, but it felt like it held much more weight.

“Did you need help with homework or Hellfire or…something?” there had to be a logical explanation to all of this. Surely….right? Right?

“No,” wrong. Very wrong.

“Oh…what is it then?” you squeaked at him and he grimaced for a moment. He was definitely nervous.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go see a movie and made get pizza or something after?” he was biting the inside of his cheek, finding the dirty laces of his Reeboks so interesting suddenly. Eddie Munson didn’t do dates; he didn’t get asked on them and he didn’t ask anyone else. Usually it was only girls that he dealed to that wanted to hook up, but those were quick, illicit affairs never to be spoken of again. But with you…everything had felt different right from the start.

When you remained silent for a few moments, he started to panic but then you opened and closed your mouth a few times, “j-just the two of us?”

“Yeah.”

“Like a…date?”

“Yes?” he allowed himself to steal a peek at your face and when he saw nothing but exuberant joy on your face he relaxed, “yes.”

You gnawed on your bottom lip for a moment before slowly nodding in response, your entire face felt like it was on fire, “no one’s ever asked me on a date before.”

“What?!” he turned to you now fully, pure shock and confusion on his face, “you’re not serious!”

“Eddie,” you were laughing now, a beautiful sound that went straight to his heart and often was the soundtrack of his own daydreams, “I’m being serious! No one’s even really looked at me that way.”

“Well, everyone has been so very wrong,” emboldened, he put his hand on your face and gently brushed his thumb over your cheek, “and in a way I’m glad for that because it meant I got to be the first to do it.”

“Hmm,” you hummed softly before gently wrapping your fingers around his wrist, “and to answer your question, yes, I am free. For you, I’m always free.”

“Wow,” you weren’t sure if he was talking to himself or to you, but it was endearing either way, “great - perfect. Umm, can I pick you up at seven?”

“I’ll see you at seven,” you confirmed softly, heart beating so wildly in your chest that you marveled at the fact that it wasn’t bursting through your ribcage, “don’t be late, Edward.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sunshine,” he grinned in response, “see you at seven!”

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You were ready to go well before seven, and ended up nervously pacing around your bedroom. A slew of clothing was on your bed, as you had undergone several outfit changes before finally settling on a simple pink checkered sundress and sandals. You checked over your hair and makeup so many times you were starting to get sick of your own appearance.

Every time you heard a car driving through the neighborhood, you pulled back the curtain to see if it was Eddie. Which was silly, considering you’d been in his van and knew what it sounded like. But still…the nerves were getting to you.

By the time he actually pulled into your driveway, you had started reading a new book in order to occupy your mind. You’d gotten so lost in it that it took your mother knocking at your door to tell you that your little boyfriend was here. All you managed to do was groan in response as you threw your book to the side and grabbed your bag before running downstairs. Your parents had met Eddie a couple of times already, when he’d come to pick you up for school or drop you off, and surprisingly, they didn’t hate him. They liked him, knowing that the fact that he looked and dressed differently had no bearing on the type of person he was. And Eddie was a good guy, despite what a lot of Hawkins seemed to think.

Once you got downstairs, you found Eddie near the door, standing there nervously with a small bundle of floors in his hand. He looked up as soon as he heard you softly calling his name; his brain practically melted at the sight of you. You were always pretty - the prettiest in his kind - but this was just another level up from that.

“H-hi,” he stammered, holding up his hand in a meek little wave before remembering he had the flowers. You took a few steps closer to him, leaving just a little bit of distance between your bodies, “you look lovely.”

“Thank you,” the two of you exchanged shy smiles, “you look good too, Eddie.”

“Thanks,” his stomach fluttered with butterflies; no one had ever said that to him before, “these are for you.”

“You didn’t have to…they’re so pretty!” you gently took the flowers from him, but before you could stop yourself you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. You stopped when you noticed the pink, glittery gloss print you left, but the two of you giggled as you wiped it away, “want to know something else, Eddie?”

“Tell me,” he trailed after you like a lovesick puppy as you walked to the kitchen to grab a vase for your flowers. He watched your every move like a hawk, noticing how you did everything with gentle reverence; it was the same way you always treated him.

“No one has ever given me flowers before either,” you set them on the counter, admiring how pretty they were, knowing they were from Eddie made them that much better, “you keep surprising me without even knowing what you’re doing.”

“I like surprising you,” he admitted softly, and you vowed in your head then and there that you were doing the same thing for him, “I like seeing that smile on your face.”

“Stop,” you gasped lightly before trying to hide your face in your hands, feeling yourself grow warmer and warmer with each passing moment. He shook his head and gently pulled your hands away so he could look at you, “Eddie!”

“I mean it,” he insisted softly, and you knew that he was being honest. You nodded softly and felt him reach for your hand, “c’mon, I have…well another surprise for you.”

“Another?!”

“Well, either we could go see the movie and then get dinner as planned…or we can go on adventure,” he suggested and you practically lit up, “I figured since it’s Friday and if you’re okay with being out a little late, it could be a lot of fun.”

“And let me guess, I would not be privy to any of these things we’re doing until we’re doing them?” your voice was soft and teasing but Eddie nodded eagerly. How very classic of him, “well, just how am I supposed to say no to that?”

“You don’t….”

“I don’t,” you agreed and Eddie cheered happily, already gently pulling you towards the door. He looked like an eager puppy more than anything and his enthusiasm was infectious.

“Get ready for an evening of excitement, m’lady!” he opened the door and brandished his arm, and all you could was to grin at him. He was such a dork but, you were starting to quickly realize, he was your dork, “you are about to embark on adventure!”

“I couldn’t think of anything better,” and your words made his heart melt, “c’mon m’lord, let’s go!”

At the foot of your steps he paused for a moment to look at you. You grew nervous, but as soon as he leaned in to gently kiss you, everything felt right. You kissed him back before he could pull away and you were both grinning like fools.

You’d never been more glad for sitting in the wrong spot before.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #joseph quinn #st

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dearest-nell · 3 months

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a real piece of art

e.m x reader, 2.8k

summary: eddie has some time to kill, and you might just be his new favourite distration. includes: art history student!reader, meet cute, eddie's an absolute dork warnings: mentions of nudity in artwork and allusions to a young eddie who is very excited by the prospect.

a/n: this came to me as i stared blankly into the void of my coffee machine this morning. i'm incapable of proofreading as per usual. i could be convinced to do a part two

Eddie had no business being here. This was an art gallery for crying out loud! He couldn’t remember the last time he’d stepped in one, save that one unfortunate field trip in middle school where he’d been caught ogling a half naked sculpture in front of half the class. Sue him, he’d never seen a naked girl before, and he really had to give credit to the artist because he couldn’t look away. He’d been called a perv for a good year after that, and he’d never thought to visit another gallery again.

Until now, that was. He was due for a practice and soundcheck in what he thought was only an hour, but somewhere along the line Jeff had got the time wrong, leaving Eddie stuck in Chicago with nothing but his ego to keep him company. Eddie had kicked himself for the mistake – who rehearses at 10 am anyways? There was a silent agreement that Gareth would be handling the bookings next time, where Eddie might be able to actually stay in bed until a reasonable hour.

He’d thought to burrow down in a cafe for a little while, but the snooty businessmen and shrill giggles of the barista had sent him fleeing. The environment wasn’t conducive to good thinking anyways. He figured a little solace would do him some good, maybe give him some hard earned inspiration to turn into music for the band. So with coffee in hand, he’d taken to the streets, wandering idly as the strings of bodies moved in tandem, dodging and weaving the tracks of Tuesday morning commutes. It might have been enough for him had his jacket not been too thin for the sudden drop in temperature. Worn denim with steamed patches was hardly enough to break the piercing gusts of wind, and even his sweltering coffee in hand could not keep his hands from shaking. Looking around, Eddie felt out of luck. Cafe’s seemed too busy, and he had no real desire to start wandering shops nearby, so what was there left to do?

$14 later, Eddie puffed a relieved sigh as the warmth of the gallery enveloped him, that trembling cold slowly dissipating from his veins until his hands no longer felt like ice. He figured he’d have taken any sanctuary, though he had been hoping maybe for a Library. At least then he could have bunkered down somewhere with a book. What did you even do at a gallery anyways? He didn’t see much point in wandering around, scanning his eyes over paintings that seemed a million years old. He didn’t get art. Music was his art, after all. Even as he started to walk, all the pieces seemed to bleed together for him. Acrylics and oils and gouache melted into the blur of faces and places and things. Sure, they looked pretty, but Eddie couldn’t see why anyone would waste their time to sit and paint something like this, let alone stare at it for hours.

He passed through room after room like this, brows furrowed, arms crossed as he tried to puzzle out the meaning. Music and melody had meaning, lyrics filled with the words people couldn’t seem to say any other way. The sounds of instruments were sounds of heartbeats, of head rushes and blood flow and heart aches and burning desires – paintings couldn’t do that, could they?

Wandering into a smaller room, Eddie found himself caught as his eyes fixated on perhaps the only worthwhile piece of art he had seen all morning. There you were, perched somewhat uncomfortably on the plush leather seat in the room's centre, head resting delicately into cupped palms, your elbows propping you up into a figure he was sure was only meant for statues. You looked like one of the Greek ones, he thought, all soft and graceful curves, pretty lines and prettier expressions. There was a notebook in your lap, though Eddie couldn’t begin to make out what the blurry pen strokes might have noted at this distance.

You seemed so lost in thought as you stared at the piece directly before you, eyebrows knitted in concentration to match the deep set focus of your eyes, and Eddie, despite himself, was lost in you.

It was a horrifying notion to realise he was back in this same situation again, entirely different and yet all the same. Here he was, stuck motionless, staring helplessly at something beautiful, something entirely foreign to him. Naked breasts had been enough to melt a twelve year old Eddie’s mind, but this Eddie, now grown, was entirely transfixed for another reason. Never in his life had just looking at a person knocked the wind right out of him. This was beyond attraction, he thought. Beyond a pretty face and a beautiful body and all those hormones that made people spin. You were all of that, and so much more.

How he knew that seemed entirely out of reach, but the thought settled in him all the same.

Eddie watched the subtle angle of your head, the way you tried to see from a different perspective, before fixating your attention on your notebook once more, scribbling away furiously at stained parchment.

All better judgement seemed to leave him as he approached, slow and long strides to avoid the echoes of boots against floorboards in such vastness. His body took residence beside the lounge, standing tall at the opposite end, arms crossing as he tried to see what it was that had you so fascinated.

Cheese. Bread. Nuts of some kind. He tilted his head as you had, browns furrowing in confusion. Still cheese. Still bread. Still nuts of some kind. He let out a defeated huff.

“Are you okay?”

He hadn’t expected you to speak, let alone notice him, but when he turned his chin towards you he was met with a curious expression. You were even more captivating up close, as it turned out, so much so that he could not decide what captured his attention more. The soft bags of sleepless nights hung low under your eyes, your cheeks flushed with a dusty sort of colour that only the artifice of candies could achieve, your cheeks indented so delicately with the lines of so many smiles that had come before.

It was embarrassing in his eyes that he was still gawking, and even more embarrassing that you had to ask your question a second time.

“Oh– yeah. I mean… yeah. Sorry. Was I being too loud?”

The soft shake of your head was accompanied by an even gentler smile, and Eddie felt his shoulders ease a fraction away from his ears.

“No, not at all. Just seemed like a forlorn sigh.” You pointed out, uncrossing your legs to lower your feet to the ground.

Eddie’s brow raised, his tone lilting with amusement. “Forlorn, huh?”

You shrugged, though Eddie could see the slow creep of embarrassment flush your cheeks, your hand lifting to rub at it absentmindedly. “Yeah, I guess. It was just the first word that came to mind.”

Eddie was smiling before he knew what he was doing. “I like it. Forlorn. Like it’s from a poem, or something.”

A soft hum of contemplation fell from your lips, your pen scratching nervously in the margins of your notebook, patterns of stars falling into the sea of words below. “Could be. Poets are meant to be all crestfallen and stuff.”

He actually laughed at that, something sounding like a punched out breath leaving him, his eyes crinkling delightfully at the corners.

“Are you a writer or somethin’? You don’t just hear people saying words like that every day. Gotta know them by trade.”

You shrugged again, tucking a loose strand of hair behind the curve of your ear. “Student, actually. Art history, so I guess fancy words are part of the curriculum.”

It seemed strange to be meeting you like this, like someone high above had heard his complaints only to send him an angel to set him straight. An art student; maybe you could teach him a thing or two.

Eddie gestured to the seat beside you, flat palm dampened nervously at the prospect of speaking to someone so pretty, so much more learned than him. You nodded shyly, not bothering to adjust as he took up the empty space beside you, his elbows propping on his knees for comfort.

“Can I ask you something, then? Since all of this is your thing.”

You closed your notebook, folding your legs beneath you once more as you fixated your attention on him – something Eddie was sure no man could ever tire of wanting from you. “Sure”.

“Why are you staring at this one? Out of all the pictures in this place, what makes cheese so interesting.”

The astonished little chuckle that left you was something sacred, golden and warm and louder than he had anticipated. You could put that laugh to song. Maybe he would.

“It’s not the cheese,’ You clarify, your smile never shifting from your lips, “though it looks great, doesn’t it? Looks real.”

Eddie took in the piece once more, letting his eyes trace over the food to take in the finer details. It was true; it looked real. He could see the shadows, the cracks in the bread, the crumbs that had fallen onto the platter below. He realised it mustn’t have been easy to make something so real. It felt like a snapshot.

Oh fuck, do I get art now?

“Yeah, it looks real. Kinda crazy real, actually. How do they get it looking like that?”

“It’s different for different people. This one’s by Peeters, and no one’s sure where she learned to paint, but she was one of the only female professionally working artists of the 17th century. She was a big deal.”

Eddie tilted his head towards you. “Is that why you like her, then?”

You shook your head, scrunching up your nose. “It’s very impressive, but it’s not the only reason. I was looking for her signature.”

Eddie did not need to clarify himself, the confusion that etched across his face spoke volumes, leaving you to laugh again in amusement.

“A lot of artists leave signatures so you know a work is theirs. Sometimes it’s their name, or an item, or a seal – sometimes it’s on the back, sometimes it’s made to look part of the picture. She writes her name down at the bottom, see?”

You leaned in a little closer to Eddie, lining up his gaze with your own so you could point out a flourish of cursive in the corner. Drawn into you, Eddie could not help but lean into your orbit, his eyes following the line of your finger to its destination. “Oh yeah. Musician’s do that too, y’know. Chuck in a riff or a line or something to leave their mark.”

“Seems like it’s an artist's thing. I think it’s pretty cool.”

Eddie liked the insinuation that musicians were artists. He’d met too many people in his life who’d thought otherwise, who did not understand the value of art. He supposed he was one of them, though. He’d been ratting on the art around him only five minutes earlier.

“You like music, then?” He asked, eagerness in his voice betraying the cool persona he was hoping to achieve.

“I love music.” You confirmed, hands busily occupying themselves by twiddling the pen in your lap once more. “I wish they played music here. Imagine looking at all the art and listening to songs that fit. There’s these big dramatic paintings a few rooms over that are just begging for a rock instrumental to accompany it, and the cheese…” you trailed off, seemingly embarrassed to have been so caught up in the idea. “I feel like I'd be lost in it forever.”

Eddie closed his eyes for the briefest moment, letting the vision of your little dream settle in his mind. He could get around that, art and music together – two worlds colliding. It seemed all the more enticing to think you would be there too, humming away as you watched the paintings and he watched you.

“I think it sounds brilliant. You tell me when you’re building this fancy gallery and I’ll be the first one there.”

He might have died at the sincerity with which you smiled. No heart was meant to withstand such adoration brimming inside of it.

“You know, I–” you paused, garnering some courage to find the words, “the signature I was talking about before? That wasn’t the one that had me looking at this. The cheese, I mean.” You gestured vaguely towards the canvas before you, though Eddie was unwilling to peel his eyes from the work of art before him.

“Yeah? What had you looking, then?” He couldn’t believe that for the first time in his life, Eddie actually cared about what was splayed across a canvas. Whatever it was that intrigued you so, he was aching to know.

“She painted herself in the reflection of the lid on the jug. Up the top… see?” Adjusting the items in your lap, you slowly rose to your feet, extending a hand out to drag the boy up with you. Eddie faltered only for a second, contemplating whether this one single touch would make or break him. Would the sweat of his palms disgust you? He was so nervous to talk to you, after all, to take this chance. He swallowed, slipping calloused fingers into your own until he felt unperturbed digits grasp his own, your expression unphased as you guided him towards the wall.

You both paused a foot short, your free hand pointing upwards to guide his flittering eyes. Lo and behold, painted so delicately into the reflection of the jug, was a face staring back at him. His hand squeezed your own with untapped excitement, and Eddie’s mouth dropped.

“Holy shit, that’s so cool. That’s really her?”

You nodded, squeezing his hand back. “Yeah, that’s Clara.”

It was silent for a beat, the two of you soaking in the image before you; the woman in and amongst all the pieces of a life lived so long ago. It was a moment in history, much like the one the two of you were caught in now.

Eddie marvelled helplessly, unsure what seemed to amaze him more; all these details that he never would have noticed if it weren’t for you, or the fact that you, a complete stranger, were still holding on to his hand as if it were something normal. For the briefest moment, he wondered if this could be normal, you and him.

“I think this is the ultimate signature in a painting, just writing yourself into the story like that. It’s such a small thing, but… it changes everything, doesn’t it?” You broke the silence, voice a little dream like as you spoke. Eddie could only nod dumbly, a contented smile spreading across his face.

“You wouldn’t wanna show me more of these, would you?”

Eddie couldn’t stand the idea that you might walk away after this, back to your own life that until now had been so far away from his own. He wanted to walk the whole gallery with you, your hand in his, your voice whispering sweet nothings about the history and details of the world around you.

The sheer excitement that crossed your features was an expression unmatched, never before seen. It was like he had asked you the one question you had been waiting for your whole life. Maybe you had been. Maybe no one had ever taken interest in the thing you seemed to love so much. He knew what that was like after all, his music had not been everyone's cup of tea.

Maybe it could be yours.

“Oh, I– really?”

“Only if you want to. I spent my whole time here trying to work out what made this stuff so special; I think you might be the one to show me. I’ll buy you coffee as thanks, if you like. I mean… I’d like to take you out for coffee.”

He felt like a bumbling idiot, pausing to breathe an embarrassed chuckle. “You can also tell me to get lost at any time.”

Eddie wasn’t sure if you noticed the way your hand seemed to tighten in his own, the movement causing his heart to beat in unsteady rhythms. It was something so small that seemed to shift his entire world – your hand holding his.

Your head tilted with a smile. “You never said your name, y’know.”

“Eddie.” He breathed out a little too fast. He’d have to kick himself later for it, because right now, he was too fixated on the way his foolishness seemed to make you smile all the wider.

“Eddie.” You echoed, turning your body to face his own. “I’d love a coffee.”

It took everything in him not to fist bump in triumph, his body aching to wriggle with the excitement that was slowly taking over muscle by muscle. How the hell had his morning turned out this good?

“Sounds like a date, then.”

(images not mine)

“Still Life with Cheeses, Almonds and Pretzels” by Clara Peeters (ca. 1615)

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