#joseph quinn crack

[infinite-orangepeel]

happy birthday to that one guy from the irish mike music video ! did you guys know he also played eddie munson ? neat !

okay honestly though, jq’s existence has changed my life for the better. bc of him i’ve made so many new friends, written more than i have in years, and discovered a new comfort character/favorite actor. i’m forever grateful for mr. chocolate button eyes <3 here’s to bottomless filthy martinis and BREAD 🥖

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STRANGER NICER THINGS 📕 series

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Wayne was staying with a friend who, unfortunately, couldn't house anyone else, so Eddie would have to continue to stay with Steve while they waited for their new place to be ready. Neither one of them was complaining about it. Wayne decided to prepare Steve for living with Eddie.

"You should know that once he's all healed up, he's probably going to go back to sleepwalking. He does some pretty weird shit when he sleep walks," Wayne said.

"Like what?" Steve asked.

"Oh, you'll find out, son," Wayne replied with a smirk.

"Wait, does this have anything to do with the fact that at the trailer, his lock for his bedroom was on the outside of his door?" Steve asked.

"You'll find out," Wayne smirked and left. "Remember, never wake a sleep walker."

"Okay, that wasn't cryptic at all," Steve said and brought it up with Eddie.

"Oh, yeah, I have no idea what that's about. He's always said he doesn't tell me because he doesn't want to embarrass me," Eddie said, narrowing his eyes. "It makes me wonder if he's fucking with me. I don't think I sleep walk at all."

Shortly after he healed up enough, Steve quickly found out that Eddie did, in fact, sleep walk. Steve had gotten up in the middle of the night to get himself a drink of water when he found Eddie standing behind the kitchen island. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and Steve hoped he wasn't completely naked.

"Just shopping," Eddie said in a thick country accent, his eyes closed.

"Shopping?" Steve couldn't help but ask.

"Baby got bit," Eddie said.

"The baby got bit?" Steve asked, smiling.

"By bat," Eddie said.

"Whose baby?" He asked.

"Our Dusty," Eddie said. "Need meds."

"Well, you don't have to worry about that. I found the ointment and put it on the baby. He's sleeping peacefully. If you go to bed now, I'll show you the cutest little hat Grandpa Wayne bought for Dusty," Steve said, struggling not to laugh.

"Mkay," Eddie said.

He moved out from behind the island and started moving out of the kitchen. Yeah, Eddie was stark naked. Steve tried not to look at his ass as he walked behind him to follow him up the stairs, picking Eddie's discarded clothes as he did so. He followed him into his mother's bedroom and watched as Eddie slipped on one of his mother's flowery nightgowns that she never wore and then fell face forward onto his parents' bed. Steve grinned. He could undress him, put his clothes back on him, and bring him back to his room, or he could leave him there. Steve decided to leave him.

"Quick question," Steve said when he called Wayne.

"He slept walked?" Wayne chortled.

"Yeah, why the hell didn't you warn me that he would do it completely naked?" Steve asked.

"Shit, he usually wears his boxers," Wayne said.

"I guess he did that special just for me," Steve said sarcastically.

"Guess so," he cackled.

"You're a menace," Steve said.

"You know, one time I caught him halfway through the park trying to lure a feral raccoon so he could breastfeed the damn thing. Luckily, I caught him before he could get rabies. I put a lock on the door after that, one of those where you leave the key in the lock," Wayne said.

"Last night, he was shopping for medicine because our baby Dusty got bit by a bat," Steve said.

"Boy must be baby crazy. Well, I figure he's your problem now, son," Wayne said.

"Thanks," Steve replied.

Eddie stumbled in, still wearing his mother's dress.

"What the fuck happened last night?" Eddie asked.

"You slept walked," Steve replied.

"I did not! You take that back!" Eddie shrieked.

"You did. You went shopping in my kitchen completely naked and then put on my mother's dress," Steve said.

"Yeah, right," Eddie scoffed.

"Well, what do you think happened? Do you think that tiny elves kidnapped you, brought you to my mother's room, undressed you, and put my mother's dress on you?"

". . .yes."

Steve groaned and slapped his hand to his face.

"Good luck, you're going to need it," Wayne laughed before hanging up the phone.

Eddie started twirling and squatting right in front of him.

"Ooh, I like the way it swooshes around my legs. I wonder if they have this in black," Eddie said and leaned all the way over to look under the dress, his hair falling forward.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Steve asked.

"Trying to see if I can suck my own dick," Eddie said.

Steve looked at him in disbelief. It was hard to believe that he was going to spend the rest of his life with this guy. He was going to be a part of his life whether Eddie wanted him romantically or platonically. It was going to happen.

Part Two

[steddielations]

Steve: *Waiting in Eddie’s room to surprise him*

*Eddie comes in* Well hello there sweetheart, you’re looking good, I missed you

Steve: Aw thanks I missed you t—

Eddie:

Steve:

Incorrect Steddie 11/?

[pedgito]

JOSEPH QUINN Strangers Fan Meet 7 (SFM7, Day Two — May 14th)

[kwistowee]

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[k4g3hika]

LOVE, Y/N :) ━ imagine!

eddie munson x fem! reader

summary: being girlfriend is great. he loves you, and you love him by cooking and baking him all kinds of food. however, when he starts to un-appreciate the lunch you spend time making in the day, you go to teach him what happens when you make your s/o mad.

genre: crack/fluff

wc: 1098

note: this can be a part 2 to ‘who the hell’ since there are some references made or it:) thank you guys for everything and i hope you enjoy!

As you were wiping the kitchen counter, you accidentally push a container to the side with the force of your hand. 

“Oh god!” Using your quick reflexes, you manage to catch it before it lands on the floor, a bit confused as to what it was. You already put away all the other clean containers back to their respective places so what…”This bitch.”

After opening up the tray, you realize that it wasn’t empty or freshly washed, it was Eddie’s lunch. That you woke up early for. To cook and pack. You sigh heavily. 

Every morning you pack Eddie lunch for him to bring to school. It was because you, of course, went to Hawkins High School once in your life, and the lunch that was served over there? Was disastrous. You didn’t even know how it passed health regulations. 

So of course, you go out of your way to pack your beloved Eddie, a nutritious and balanced, yet you knew he would like lunch. And the chances of him actually bringing it are 5, to 95 per cent. It pissed you off. 

But you calmed down. Eddie was in a rush every morning! It may be just slipped his mind. Like the other twenty times, he did it. 

To make yourself feel better, you grab some brownies that you baked earlier, trying to come up with an idea as to how you were going to give Eddie his lunch. Knowing him, he most likely only had a snack today. It made you so mad that he wasn’t taking care of himself like he’s supposed to. Maybe he should learn to appreciate you since as of lately, he hasn’t really been showing care for your cooking, cleaning-

‘Wait. I have a perfect idea.’

–

“Try to roll anything higher than a five! Please!” Gareth groans behind Dustin as Eddie laughs at their suffering. Afternoons with the Hellfire Club are what lightened him after a shitty day at school. However, going home to you was ten times better. 

Eddie’s stomach growls. He rubs it a bit. 

He wishes that he brought your lunch. Eddie didn’t realize he forgot it until he was already halfway through the journey to school and figured that he wasn’t going to need it. But, when lunch hit, and everyone was eating their disgusting school lunch, he wanted nothing more than your delicious cooked food. 

Eddie thoroughly believes that nothing’s better than your cooking. Even the diner he frequented before you, was nothing compared to what you make. There was just something different about what you cooked, and Eddie loves it. 

“Eddie! What do you think we should do?!?” Mike screams, squeezing his hair with anticipation. Everyone around the table, except Eddie, was about to shout over each other about what they should do about the monster about to kill them all…until there was a knock on the door. 

The room went quiet. 

Everyone meets each other’s confused stares, recognizing that everyone was present tonight. Who else could be trying to join their meeting? 

Dustin takes it upon himself to open the door. If anything, he’s willing to sacrifice himself for the club. If it is the last thing he does. He also kinda wants to show the club that he’s brave. 

Opening the door, Eddie only sees a shadow of their visitor. About to criticise them for why they entered upon this holy hour of Dungeons and Dragons, his voice hitches in his throat at the sight of…you?

You stand there smiling, looking at all of the members of Hellfire with two things in your hands. One big tray with what looked like brownies inside, and was that, was that his elementary Superman tin lunch box?

“Everyone! This is Y/N! Eddie’s, underappreciated,” Eddie heard that, “girlfriend!” All the boys in the room gasp, expecting her to be a joint figment of Eddie’s and Dustin’s. She puts down the tray, holding onto the lunch box. 

“Hi guys! Nice to finally meet you all, Eddie doesn’t like me coming to Hellfire, but I just wanted to come and ask if you guys wanted some brownies?” Pulling off the lid, the aroma of chocolate and brownies filled the room, prompting everybody to start drooling. “Eddie says he doesn’t want to share any of this with you guys, but he’s just being a mean wart, aren’t you baby?”

Everyone silently laughs at Eddie. His face begins to turn a warm shade of red out of embarrassment. This was the club that was supposed to respect him, and you were here treating him like how you treat him at home! This wasn’t the scene. 

“Well, Y/N, I would love to have some of those brownies.” 

“Sure, Dustin!” 

“Me too!”

“Can I get some?”

“I want!”

Choruses of agreements circulated around the dark room as you pass around the container. Jealousy bubbles up in Eddie at everyone's enjoyment of what was supposed to be his brownies. 

‘Well, whatever, at least I can have-’ But when the tray gets passed over to him, it’s completely empty. 

“Hey! What the fuck! You fatasses! Did you just-” Your finger lands on his lips. His eyes move over to you beside him. After removing your finger you give him

“No Eddie, I just didn’t bring any for you.” A condescending smile grows on your face, and he gets shy at your dominance. Fuck, why in front of everyone? “Do you know why my love?”

“Why?” His ‘why’ comes out pathetically. Eddie just wants to punch himself in the face. 

“Because, someone didn’t bring their lunch, which I packed especially for them today. And you know what they say Eds, you’re supposed to eat before you have your dessert.” Laying down his lunch box right in front of him, you plant a kiss on his cheek and stand up. 

“Wait, Y/N-”

“See you at home Eds. Bye, everyone!” Skipping out of the room, everyone is pushed into silence. It wasn’t like your visit was weird…it’s just that your presence was the last thing everyone expected to see. Mike eats his brownie silently, taking a look at Eddie who was still staring down at the table. 

“Eddie, what’s wrong?” Dustin asks because Eddie looked like he was going to burst into tears. But keeping his composure, he opens the bag of pretzels and eats them solemnly. 

He sticks the note to the lid of the box, looking at it sadly. 

‘Here are your pretzels, since this is all you like to eat. Love, Y/N :)’

Yeah, Eddie’s definitely never forgetting his lunch again.

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...i mean, he's not wrong? STRANGER NICER THINGS 📕 series

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steve is the first thing Eddie sees when he wakes up in the hospital. Eddie is high on pain medication, and Steve is giving him his soulful puppy dog eyes. Eddie bursts into tears.

"Why the fuck are you so cute?" Eddie asked. "Put those eyes away or get the fuck out!"

"Uh. . ." Steve said and slipped on a pair of sunglasses. "Is that better?"

"No! Wait! Bring them back!" Eddie said and took off the sunglasses before slipping them on his own face.

Eddie smiled and cupped Steve’s face.

"I want to take you out," Eddie said fondly. "But not like kill you, I mean like a date."

"Thanks for clarifying," Steve chuckled.

"I'm slow, I like explanations," Eddie said. "But that does not make me stupid!"

"You are far from stupid," Steve said softly and kissed his forehead. "And when you're sober, we'll talk about that date. I'm sure you'll freak out once you remember what you said."

Some time later. . .

"Oh my god!"

Eddie sat up and groaned when he did. He looked over to find Steve sitting beside his bed.

"You ready to talk about that date. . .big boy?" Steve smirked.

"Yeah," Eddie said, narrowing his eyes. "I've changed my mind. I am definitely going to kill you."

Steve laughed, slipping his glasses back on his face.

"It's a shame, sometimes I like to put out on the first date," Steve said.

[foundtherightwords]

Time Out in the Upside Down

(GIFs by @kwistowee)

When the above comparison was posted on Reddit, somebody pointed out that it looks like Ralph just stepped out of the time machine into Eddie's trailer. I, who have been grading papers for three days straight and delirious with boredom, naturally thought, Hey, that sounds like a fun idea, and proceeded to write a little one-shot because I wanted to procrastinate. I don't know who wants to read it, but here it is.

Ralph stepped out of the lift, into a murky gray light. He squinted. An evil red glare flashed through the dimness, showing him a cramped room, covered in what looked like thick vines or roots. It certainly wasn't a corridor of the swanky hotel he'd just entered. Flakes of snow or ash swirled in the air, sticking to his nose and his throat as he took a breath.

"Achoo!"

The moment the sneeze escaped him, the walls of the room shook ominously. Scratching, scraping sounds echoed from the ceiling, like some sort of animals—a lot of them—were crawling over the roof.

Ralph fixed his pith helmet more firmly on his head and clutched at his rifle to stop his hands from shaking. Where in the world was he? He knew he shouldn't have tempted fate. He knew he shouldn't have gotten into that lift, not after what Lauren and her friends had told him about it, not after he'd seen how it reduced Lauren's brother, Nick, to a shell of a man. Curiosity killed the cat, as his sister Victoria would've said.

He turned around, hoping to go back the way he came, but to his horror, the lift had vanished.

Ralph barely had time to panic, when he heard voices. They were coming from behind a door at the end of the room, whispering at first, then becoming louder as they rose in contention.

"I did hear something, I swear to God!" one of them said. It sounded young. Not a child, but not quite an adult either.

"Maybe it was your own fart," another voice, older, retorted. Their accent was... strange. American, Ralph thought. A bit rougher than the American visitors he'd met in London, but close.

"Haha, very funny. No, it was more like a—like a sneeze."

Ralph held himself very, very still.

"Are you saying those bats can sneeze?" the older voice snapped.

"Just open the door, will you?!"

"OK. But if this got me killed, I swear I'll be your personal poltergeist, Henderson."

The door handle started turning. Ralph looked around, frantic like a trapped animal. There was nowhere for him to go. The lift was gone. The window was too small, and either way, it was blocked by one of those slimy vines. The only way out was through the door, where the two unknown persons were waiting. Ralph fumbled with his rifle, wondering if he should raise it. He wasn't even sure how to hold it properly.

"Just open it! Like a Band-Aid!" the young voice—Henderson's—said, impatiently.

"Shut up!"

The door burst open with a bang.

Ralph screamed.

The person on the other side of the door screamed.

Then the person stopped.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked, staring at Ralph.

Ralph stared back.

It was like looking into a mirror.

Before Ralph or the other man could recover their shock, another face peered over the other man's shoulder. Henderson, Ralph presumed. He was a boy, dressed peculiarly in some sort of hooded jumper with a cloak of fur or feather or moss draped over it.

The boy's eyes went wide as they landed on Ralph.

"Holy. Shit," he said solemnly.

***

"Are you sure you two are not related?" Henderson asked, once they had settled into the room on the other side of the door. It was slightly more spacious, but also covered in the same vines. Strangest of all, there was a rope made out of bed sheets hanging from the ceiling, and when Ralph looked up, he saw something that made him doubt his sanity. The rope went through a fissure on the ceiling, a gash in the middle of a coil of vines, and what was on the other side of the fissure was—another room, a mirror image of this one, complete with a mattress directly below the rope, only upside down. He couldn't understand what he was looking at, so he stopped looking and turned his attention back to his new acquaintances.

Not that looking at them was any better, especially the young man that Henderson called Eddie. If it wasn't for Eddie's long hair and outlandish garb—a sleeveless, puffy vest worn over a leather jacket, a black handkerchief tied around his head, pirate-like, and a bandolier slung low over his waist in place of a belt—he and Ralph could have been twins. Not in the same way that Ralph and Victoria were twins—born on the same day but looking nothing alike. Eddie was a little leaner around the face, but they shared every feature. Even some of their movements were similar. It was disconcerting, to say the very least.

Eddie rolled his eyes at Henderson's question. "I think I'd known if I was related to some snobby Brit dressed like an extra on Raiders of the Lost Ark," he said, while sizing Ralph up. "Besides, I don't see much of a resemblance."

Henderson shook his head. "Sorry about him," he said to Ralph.

Ralph shrugged helplessly. He could detect the contempt in Eddie's voice, but he was too bewildered to feel offended.

"So you came here in... a time machine?" Henderson said. Ralph nodded.

"Does it look like a DeLorean?" Eddie chimed in. "Were you accompanied by a crazy scientist named Doc Brown?"

This time, his contempt was unmistakable, and Ralph's hackles were up.

"Listen here, you pillock, let's throw you into my world and see how you fare!" he hissed. This boor wouldn't last a day with Victoria bossing him around.

"Pillock?" Eddie said with a snort. "Where did you come from, a Dickens novel?"

"No, 1926 London, you—you plank!"

Before Eddie could think of a comeback, Henderson stepped in. "Would you both just calm down? Jesus. In case you haven't noticed, we have bigger things to worry about here."

Eddie shrugged, unintentionally mimicking Ralph's gesture just a moment ago. An overwhelming sense of déjà-vu washed over Ralph, and he had to close his eyes briefly.

"The time machine's in a lift," he explained. "My friends, they came from—from the future in it. I was going to join the French Legion, but on the way to the dock to catch my ship, I went past the hotel where they said the lift was located, so I thought, let's check it out, what's the harm? And now... here I am."

"And where's this lift now?" Henderson asked.

"It's disappeared," Ralph replied miserably.

Henderson and Eddie glanced at each other.

"I know this sounds like horsefeathers," Ralph said. "But it is the truth. I am from 1926. Look." He opened his knapsack and dug out his identification papers. "Look at my date of birth!"

Remarkably, the other two didn't seem that surprised.

"Hey, three days ago I didn't know there was another dimension under my hometown," Eddie said. "Honestly, a time machine in an elevator sounds almost normal compared to that."

Their easy acceptance calmed Ralph down. "But what sort of future is this?" he asked. "Are we at war?" He glanced at the nail-studded bin lids and homemade spears that Henderson and Eddie held in their hands.

Again, they exchanged a look.

"I guess you can say that—" Henderson began.

"It'll take too long to explain," Eddie interrupted. "We don't have time." He nodded at the ceiling meaningfully. That horrible scratching sound still hadn't stopped. If anything, it had gone louder... and more concentrated, like whatever creatures making it had gathered into one spot. "So just stay out of the way, OK, Limey?"

"What is that—" Ralph asked, only to earn a furious "Shhhhhh!!!" from both Henderson and Eddie.

Without further discussion, they all quieted down and strained their ears, trying to gauge where the sound was.

BANG! A vent on the ceiling exploded inward, making them jump.

The thing poking its head through the opening was—Ralph had no words to describe it. He guessed it could be called a bat, if a bat was the size of a large cat, had three rows of teeth, razor-sharp claws, and a forked tail. It shrieked at them, a horrible, piercing screech.

Eddie and Henderson jumped to their feet, bin-lid shields at the ready, and drove their spears at the opening. Their stabs managed to hit the target a few times, but the bat refused to back down despite the black blood dripping from its face. When it did retreat, even more terrifyingly, several others took its place, like a Hydra. There were too many of them. Already they were tearing through the ceiling. Soon they would swarm into the room. Ralph hated to think what those teeth could do to a person.

The boys kept screaming and stabbing, but there was no stopping the bats. Ralph tried to get out of their way, tried to combat the fear and the guilt. It appeared he would always be useless, no matter where or when he was.

Then his eyes landed on his Legion-issued rifle on the floor, where he'd put it.

Well, how hard could it be? You just point and shoot.

He snatched the rifle up. "Duck!" he shouted.

"Those are not ducks, they're—" Eddie yelled back, but Henderson, apparently the more clear-headed of the two, immediately dropped to the floor and pulled Eddie along.

Ralph pulled the trigger.

The explosion was so close, it knocked his hearing out. All he saw was a flash and a puff of smoke, and then the smell of gunpowder assaulted his nostrils, telling him that he had indeed fired a shot.

A jagged hole stood where the open vent was, but the bats were gone, save for a large blood splatter.

"Close it!!!" Henderson screamed. Eddie pulled a chair over and jumped on it, throwing his nail-studded shield at the hole. The nails stuck to the ceiling, holding the shield in place. Then they both turned and looked at Ralph in awe and gratitude.

The ringing in Ralph's ears died down, enough for him to hear Henderson gasp, "Dude, why didn't you use that before?"

For a while, the three of them could only sit and breathe and grin at each other in that companionable, relieved way strangers often do when they just get through some ordeal together.  

Suddenly, Henderson's smile went out, his face paled, and he jumped to his feet, closely followed by Eddie.

The angry shrieks of the bats were coming back, getting closer.

Henderson tightened his grip on his spear. Eddie picked up the remaining shield on the ground and turned to Ralph. "You'll be OK with that?" he asked, nodding at the rifle.

"Yes," Ralph said, with a confidence he didn't quite feel.

"Good." Eddie seemed to have come to a decision. He unclasped the bandolier around his waist and handed it to Ralph. "Welcome to the Upside Down."

And then Ralph saved Eddie from the demobats with his gun, and somehow Ralph found the time machine again and made his way back home, where he met a nice American girl whose last name was Munson, and they had a kid together (Wayne). When World War II broke out, she had to go home and they got separated, but she gave birth to another kid (Eddie's dad), and that's how Ralph Penbury became Eddie Munson's grandfather. (Can you tell I wrote this very, very late last night?)

[binickandros]

Candy Sugar Sweet (melts on my tongue)

ch2: Little Red Riding Hood

a roosthoard crackfic for a roosthoard crackship

When almost 17-year-old Anna meets Michael, a 20-something drug dealer, she’s instantly fascinated. Michael, for his part, is more than happy to seduce her into his orbit and, eventually, his bed.

[pedgito]

Joseph Quinn out celebrating NYE with friends

— via wheelwright on IG

[kwistowee]

Have an absurd Joseph Quinn reaction gif. insp.

[k4g3hika]

HOME WRECKER ━ imagine!

eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: dustin has a teensy, tiny, crush on eddie’s girlfriend and will do anything to talk to her. maybe even bike all the way to their house after school, even though an impatient eddie waits for him.

genre: crack/fluff

wc: 1650

warning: mention of p**dophile! only once, if you feel triggered, feel free to skip over!

“Hi Y/N!” Dustin waves enthusiastically at you, giving you one of his biggest smiles. You smile back at him, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed. “How are you?”

He couldn’t believe that he was here right now. Dustin got this sudden idea in his last period class, amidst the moment when he just couldn’t stop thinking about you. It wasn’t like he was hopelessly in love with you…no! 

“I’m great Dust! I just finished a batch of cookies, you want some?” He nods, hopping inside the Munson trailer and walking up to the kitchen. 

Dustin likes Y/N. In a friendly, nice, genuine, best friend-ey way! Totally not in an ‘I want to date you’ way of course. 

He totally doesn’t wake up in the morning and think of you, and your food, and your smile and laugh. 

“I’m actually really proud of this batch. I put more than M&M's! I ground some Hershey’s and put some inside, I’ve been craving chocolate lately…I’m not sure why.” As you ramble on and on, Dustin puts his chin on the palm of his hand. He stares at you in a way that you can only decipher if Eddie looked at you, but from Dustin? It looked a bit weird. 

Dustin knew he shouldn’t be doing this. First off, he has a girlfriend. Don’t get him wrong, Suzy was amazing! She’s a fucking genius and absolutely beautiful…but she was so far away. And you were right here! This gorgeous, caring and smart person, that accepted him regardless of his awkward braces and personality. 

But besides that, the most crucial problem of his dilemma is that you are Eddie’s girlfriend. His idol Eddie’s girlfriend. It was so unfair!

“Hold on, didn’t you just come from school Dust? Did you bike all the way here?”

“Y-Yeah! But it’s fine. I’d do anything- I mean! I love spending time with you.” You raise your eyebrow, a bit curious as to why he would bike all the way to the trailer park. 

“You do know that Eddie isn’t here right? He’s at school, for the D&D campaign. Shouldn’t you be there too?” 

“Yup! I’ll just bike back there. It’s okay.” You gasp, shaking your head and grabbing the jacket that hung by the counter. It was his turn to get confused now, seeing you gather your things and looking around the living room area. “W-What-”

“Dust, I’m not letting you bike back. I’ll drop you off and you can just come home with Eddie to pick up your bike.”

“No-”

“Yes! It’s okay, besides I want to drop off the cookies for Hellfire. And,” you sing, handing him a cookie with a napkin, “you can be the first one to try it. You know, my special tester for my new recipe.”

Dustin feels like he’s going to drop down to his knees. 

—

“Where is Henderson?!” Eddie shouted, looking around the room and sensing the empty chair. Yes, he was upset about the junior’s absence, everyone, hear Eddie’s emphasis on everyone, needs to be here for the campaign tonight. Though every single other campaign is important, this one shines brighter than the others. He spent extra long on this campaign, in no way shape or form was any of the Hellfire members missing out on this. 

“I don’t know man, last I saw him was last period. He said he was gonna go on a short adventure.” Eddie feels his anger rise more. 

How dare he be late for the battle against Lord Soth! Eddie is going to kill him when he sees him. Absolutely wring him-

“Y/N!” Eddie’s head lifts up at Jeff’s proclamation, surprised with your presence. He was about to shout out your name until he witnessed the smaller figure that pops out from behind you. Of course, he’s happy that you’re here, don’t get him wrong, but why the fuck did Dustin come in with you?

“Hey, guys! I hope you’re in the mood for some sweets because I brought some!” The room erupts with cheer at the sound of your baking and you giggle, passing around the container. Eddie’s curiosity begins to slim, and he feels a growth of warmth in his heart, until your next statement, “Dustin tried out my new recipe and said it was delicious! I hope you enjoy-”

“WHAT?!” Everybody jumps at Eddie’s shriek, including you. He slams his hands against the table and faces Dustin with a livid expression, pushing the boy to fear. “You little, fucking- HOW DARE YOU?!?”

“Eddie-Eddie, wait!” Eddie inhales, stomping toward Dustin and grabbing the collar of his shirt. “No! Wait-”

“I do that! I try Y/N’s recipes! Why do you bike all the way to my house and visit my girlfriend?!? Alone?! Are you crazy!” Dustin starts to tear up at the elder’s aggression because if everyone was being honest, it was pretty scary. Sighing out of frustration, you drop the container down onto the table and rush to the ‘fight’ brewing. 

“Eds! Eddie! Stop!” You pull at Eddie but fail because of the amount of strength that was given to Dustin. “Eddie! Behave!” Your words fall on deaf ears since Eddie continuously shakes Dustin with fervour. 

“Prick! Get your own fucking girlfriend-”

“EDWARD!”

The room stills. Nervously, Eddie puts Dustin down, who scrambled to his Hellfire seat next to Mike. Your eyes seem to flare at your boyfriend, grabbing his hand and pulling him. 

“Outside, now!” Opening the door, you push him outside, shutting the door behind you. “What was that?! That is a fourteen-year-old boy!” Eddie crosses his arms and looks down onto the ground, hiding his face with his long hair. You huff, putting your hands on your waist. 

“Hello??” He groans, messing around with his hair more and more. You could tell that he was too shy to tell you but you didn’t care. You’re going to break it out of him, once and for all. 

Unfortunately, all your efforts, which were, pulling at his arms, begging him, and pulling at his jacket, were simply not working. You groan even louder now, all your anger leaving you, but now being replaced with frustration. 

“Eddie, please. Please just tell me why you were so mad.” He rolls his eyes, standing tall and facing you. 

“You tell me, Y/N. A boy, I don’t care how old he is, went to our house, to see you! My beautiful girlfriend, all alone. And does what? Eat a cookie? No…” Eddie stomps against the floor, “Fucking, tries, one of your, NEW, COOKIES! You said I could try it when I got home! You promised! I was excited! Fuck, I was thinking about it all day! ‘What is Y/N gonna put in her cookies this time’, ‘what new, amazing thing is Y/N gonna add’? And then,” Eddie breathes, 

“I HEAR THAT ONE OF MY HELLFIRE MEMBERS, TRIES IT BEFORE ME-” Eddie shuts up, yelping out of surprise when your plump lips land on his. He could feel your hands latching onto his neck, while he naturally move to your waist. You pull away and see his surprised facial expression. Laughing to yourself, you brush his hair back and kiss his cheek. “What…?”

“Eddie, you’re so cute when you’re jealous. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to let Dustin try those cookies before you. It slipped my mind that I promised. Besides, you really have nothing to worry about, especially with Dustin.”

“Psh, I know-” you put your index finger on his lips, immediately shutting him up. 

“I know, you know. But in there, you were acting like I was gonna leave you for him tomorrow. And I’m saying, you have nothing to worry about. I have a pretty clean criminal record and I do not want my first one to be, paedophile.” Eddie laughs at you, kissing your lips again. “You’re such an idiot.”

“Only around you to be honest.”

“Now,” you rub his cheeks, but snatch his face and push it closer to you, “go apologise to Dustin for strangling him like a maniac.”

—

You already left, leaving the container for Eddie to bring home. Eventually, the campaign went extremely well, Eddie won’t lie about that. But, he hasn’t said ‘sorry’ to Dustin, which was a task weighing heavily on his shoulders. 

However, you told him to give Dustin a ride back to the trailer park for his bike, so Eddie guesses that he can just apologize to the home-wrecker there. 

“Henderson,” Eddie honks his horn, “you comin’ with me.”

“O-Okay.” Dustin hops inside the van, clutching his bag to his chest. The ride begins in silence. 

Dustin was going to hop out of the window. He couldn’t stand the betrayal going on inside him right now. He felt so bad for one, having a crush on his friend’s girlfriend, and two, even having the guts to bike all the way to Eddie’s house, knowing she was home. 

“Listen Henderson,”

‘Oh god, oh god, this was it’ Dustin internally panics, ‘he’s gonna kick me out of Hellfire! Oh, Jesus fuck!’

“I’m sorry about earlier buddy. I didn’t mean to grab you or anything. Completely my fault.” 

‘...Oh.’

Eddie pulls into the trailer park, and the fear within Dustin begins to dissipate. He could almost feel a small smile grow on his face, opening the door quickly to grab his bike and go home. 

“Thanks for the ri-”

Until, Eddie grabs the handle of the passenger’s door and shuts it close. Dustin pauses, confused as to why Eddie would do such a thing. He releases the door, turning around to face Eddie, who had a calm, but clearly angry, look on his face. 

“If I ever hear, about you coming to my house, with Y/N all alone? I’m fucking chopping your head off.”

Okay, never mind. The fear came right back up his ass.

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