#joseph quinn one shot

[indouloureux]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 𝐂𝐑𝐘𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘

summary: your best-friend’s pretty. really fucking pretty. especially when he’s got his eyeliner smudged all over his eyes from crying too much, or when he’s got scratch marks over his inked skin, or when his begging moans make him hotter than hellfire

warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI. 8k filth, sub!eddie kinda, mommy kink, overstimulation, protected sex, oral (m receiving), degradation kink(slut, whore), dirty talk, dacryphilia, biting, ball sucking (hehe), praise kink, maybe mean!dom reader, rough sex, aftercare??? multiple orgasms lol MINORS GO AWAY (not proofread. rushed)

a/n: idk man, this took a long time to write for some reason but i hope you guys like this because it took a long time okay! and ball sucking. tumblr got me horny for eddie munson's ballsack so i put it in here. enjoy. also thank u for 4k mwah mwah i love u all!

— proofread by my mi amor jess <3 (@cordiformity)

MASTERLIST

The sound of the car turning on makes the both of you raise your hands in a farewell, Wayne Munson’s silhouette inside the tinted window waves back at you and Eddie, pulling out of the driveway, wheels scraping on the gravel road outside of your home.

“Bye, Uncle Wayne!” you yell, hands cupping your mouth for a better volume. Eddie waves still, arm stretched out in the hot air, rings clinking and glinting in the hot sun as he hovers you. “I’ll miss you! You’re the better Munson!”

“Asshole,” Eddie jabs your ribs. You poke your tongue at him, turning around to go back inside your home, a hand hovering behind you as he leads you through the door before he follows and shuts it behind him. “You invite me over and you’re saying I’m the worse Munson?”

“I’m basing off the truth, dungeon master,” you bump your hips with his, leading him to the stairs. His dirty sneakers thump on the creaking stairwell, hand dragging up the rail as you look back at him. “Who’s got the working car? Who’s got better morale?”

You sigh in contentment, feeling the cold air blow the sweat off your bodies in a strong surge. Eddie wipes the sticking hair off his forehead, eyes lazily watching you sit in front of him on the broken chair, legs spread. 

You sigh in contentment, feeling the cold air blow the sweat off your bodies in a strong surge. Eddie wipes the sticking hair off his forehead, eyes lazily watching you sit in front of him on the broken chair, legs spread. 

You sigh in contentment, feeling the cold air blow the sweat off your bodies in a strong surge. Eddie wipes the sticking hair off his forehead, eyes lazily watching you sit in front of him on the broken chair, legs spread. 

“Alright, Eds.” You offer your hand, rings shown that matched his – the same skull on your ring finger, a snake coiled around the middle, and a daintier one connected to your bracelet through a chain. He vaguely remembers being with you when you bought it, having to be too distracted with something else he also can’t remember. “Whip it out and let’s suck.”

Almost fooled by your racy insinuation, Eddie lifts his ass up and searches for the ziplock in his pocket, tongue massaging his upper teeth as he pulls the plastic out and shows you what you’re asking for. “You’re still paying for that.”

You scoff, snatching it from him before you pull out a crumpled twenty from your pocket. “You know I always do.”

“You always do?” he sits up, forearms behind him. Eddie’s curls loose the sticky perspiration, now flowing behind him when he shakes his head at you. You slap the bill on his palm. “(y/n), you owe me like, fifty bucks. Minus ten because you beat that sicko from the band auditions.”

“It was supposed to be a gift,” you whine, throwing your head back. “I thought we were friends, Eddie?”

“We are,” he kicks his shoes off, and he half thinks he might have already lost them in the pile of clothes. “But I need money, too. No money, and we spend the rest of our life being driven back and forth by my uncle. And you know he hates it when we smoke.”

“Which is why I keep on telling you to convince him to smoke weed,” you open your drawer. “That way you can at least emancipate the stress you give him,” you jest, searching beneath used notebooks until you spot a crutch. “I- fuck I kind of forgot how to roll a joint. Can you do it?”

Eddie sniffs, side of his finger rubbing his nostrils. “You’re gonna do it now? That’s like, a half ounce. You finish it way faster than I do,” he sits up. “Just smoke a cig with me instead.”

Your hands drop to your sides, giving him a dismayed look before you’re opening the drawer once more and tossing the ziplock and clutch back inside, making sure it’s hidden beneath a notebook.

“I’d rather not,” you slump your head on the table. “I wanna get high. That’s why I invited you here in the first place.”

Eddie huffs. “That’s the third time you’ve hurt me, (y/n).”

He sits up, the veins on his forearm catching your attention. Tendrils bulging against the tattoo on his skin, blood pumping in the same beat your heart does as you stare at them with a watering mouth before they drive down to his clenching hands that reach for the boombox, toying with the antennas before Eddie looks at you.

“You still got the tapes? Or you sold them just to pay me?” he snickers, kicking your foot. You sneer at him, kicking him much harder that simulates a groan from him. “Please tell me you have at least Judas Priest in there. I’ve had enough listening to a-ha. I have the lyrics stuck in my head that I forgot the chords to Master Of Muppets.” You glare at him. “You know? Take on meeee…?”

“Yeah. I know what that song is,” While eyes impishly glare at him, you reach for the bag beneath your desk, black almost gray from the specks of dust surrounding it. Eddie watches your hand dig into the filthy bag, looking as if you’re carding through a literal trash can before you pull out three mixtapes that he gave you a couple months ago, Kate Bush and Foreigner falling to the ground as you pull them up.

“Blizzard of Ozz,” you smack the cassette in Eddie’s open palm, a stinging clap echoing around the corners of your small bedroom. “For the one and only Osbourne wannabe.”

“Kate Bush, huh?” Eddie opens the cassette player, shoving the tape carelessly inside. “Red tell ya to listen to it?” he asks, slamming the cassette holder shut and turns the volume louder, like you hadn’t received complaints from the loud ‘satanic’ music; you don’t care, anyway, it’s music nonetheless. Your friend spins in a riveting twirl, hair spinning cavalierly into the air-conditioned wind, before he stops to face you with a thespian look, mouthing the lyrics.

You yell over the music. “Max says she could change the world!”

Eddie snorts. “People look at me and say ‘is the end near, when is the final day?’” He takes a brush from your cup holder, holding it like a microphone. You guffaw at him, watching as a hand comes down to his chest before he runs around your room, stepping on the discarded clothes and crumpled papers on the ground. “What’s the future of mankind? How do I know, I got left behind.”

“Hey!” you shout at him through the zeitgestical piece of joint electrical guitars and drums, his feet taking him to your mattress sunken, exhorting him to jump up and down like a giddy child. “Get down!”

“Come on, bats,” his hand’s still up as an offer. “Ozzy wannabe wants to make the most metal concert ever inside your garbage bedroom.” Eddie air guitars like a loser, fingers mimicking the same chords of the song and imitating riffs as if he was in a metal concert. “Don’t just sit in the crowd. Be a part of the show.”

“Do you often say that to five drunks?” you quip. “I’d rather stay here than break my neck, Eddie.”

“Fine,” he jumps off, landing right on his feet where you see his left one bending the slightest at the hard impact. His inept body refuses him to sit still, and is now telling him to touch the items on your desk as you sit and watch him poke and prod like he’s shopping. “Let’s do something else that doesn’t make you so boring.”

“I’m not boring!” you exclaim, gawping at him. “I’m fun! Sorry for making sure you don’t die in my bedroom. Because if you did, I’d leave you here to rot with the rest of my clothes. Then I’ll steal your car and drive away to California.”

“You just worry too much,” Eddie pulls on your hand, indolently limp in his touch. “Sing with me, bats. Ozzy Osbourne awaits.” when you shake your head, he sighs disappointedly; almost in a way that’s so dramatic that you think he’s not actually sad about your refusal. “Alright. Then, let’s do something that you think is fun other than using me for getting high.”

You pout at him, now clasping at his forearm for forgiveness. “Aw. Eds, I don’t use you. You’re my best friend.”

Best friend.

Two words that compress his chest so tight he feels the pain ricocheting in his inked limbs. Eddie plasters this pain he doesn’t know why he feels when you call him your best friend by a short laugh, biting his bottom lip. “Yeah yeah. Think of something before I go find somewhere else fun.”

“Don’t you just wanna lay down beside me while we listen to Ozzy Osbourne? You used to do that!”

“Bats,” he bends, face leveled with yours as his lips disappear into his mouth, forming a straight line. “I’m extremely bored without my van. I need to do something before I lose my mind entirely. I mean, you wouldn’t like seeing me—” his fingers join together, both hands placing them on either side of his head before he mimics the sound of an explosion, fingers splaying apart. “—all bloody and open headed, right? I could just drop my blood down to your carpet. Or, well, what used to be a carpet.”

You kick a few items away to show your dark cerulean carpet. Eddie’s upper lip curls up in slight disgust. “The color’s always…like that.” you wave it off. “I clean it like, once a year? I dunno. I’ll clean up my shit after you leave.”

“You should,” he scratches the back of his neck. “Now find something interesting to do.”

“Fine,” you grunt. “I have something in mind. But if you don’t want to do it, then it’s your loss.”

-

In the last seven years of your friendship, not once have you imagined sitting on Eddie Munson’s lap. 

Sure. Maybe you’ve hugged. But it’s just a hug. All friends do that. Friends snuggle when they’re stoned, they kiss each other’s cheeks as a rushed farewell. Maybe talking about masturbation was another thing but it was normal. You’ve seen each other half-naked — he helped you pick your bra before a date, and you got him a decent pair of underwear before girls would blow him. It’s a normal best friend thing.

Sitting on each other’s lap? It’s become romanticized in cheesy rom coms. And you see its point. With the minimal space between your bodies, crotches almost on top of each other, and the air so thick with unearthed tension that you’re wary and nervous at every move you do.

The liquid kohl paints his pale skin, a flawed darkness that mends conveniently into his eccentric vogue that he possesses valiantly with pride. Eddie’s eyes bore into you, scanning each pore, or the light hair above your top lip. Mostly into your eyes that don’t directly look into his — the way your pupils dilate and shrink every so often; and sometimes he’d cheekily glance down your lips, where the tip of your tongue would poke out, which gallops his blood all over his body into an intense heat. And fuck, how long is this going to take?

His hands grasp your waist tightly, keeping you in place. Your thigh on his, drawing around his vast eyes that perceive. Ozzy Osbourne sings from the mixtape Eddie changed—your mixtape that he made for you, a mechanized voice bringing you into the stage instead of the crowd — makes you feel like you’re in a show playing house with your best friend. It makes Eddie squirm gently in his seat, almost letting you muck up what you’ve done.

“Sit still,” your hand grips his cheeks, harshly forcing him into looking at you and keeping his face pliant beneath your touch, making his lips pucker a little. “You’re gonna make me mess up.”

“Sorry,” he chuckles. “It kinda tickles.”

“The brush?”

“Yeah,” his nails scratch your back slightly. “It’s like a feather touching my eyes or something. How long is this going to take?”

Eddie sees your eyebrows furrow in slight frustration at his impatience, your hand shaking in the slightest. “Almost done, Munson.” you mutter, lips parting the slightest that shows just a sliver of your pearls.

The situation is familiar, albeit it’s not him that you’re sitting on. Eddie’s mind varies through a manifold of haunting memories, until it settles on the one that bestows him a roll of undefined covetousness. It makes him grip your waist tighter as the memory of you sitting on another boy’s lap fills his mind, in this exact activity. Eddie feels this confusing jealousy run through him when he remembers you kissing that boy with his eyeliner all smudged up.

You sense his sudden rigidness, the hitching on his breath. “What’s wrong?” you murmur, brush stopping on the outer corner of his eye. 

“Nothing,” he widens his eyes a bit. “Just…remembered something.”

“What is it?”

He watches you move again, feeling the cold brush on the crinkles beside his eyes, curving upward. “When- when you and Harrison Mcline were in the back of the classroom making out,” he laughs gently. “You were putting eyeliner on him too for the school play. He looked a lot like David Bowie with it, though. But I bet I look way cooler than him.”

Scoffing, you shake your head. “Harrison Mcline is a douchebag,” you claim, nail digging deep into his cheek he thinks he’ll see a crescent indent on his flesh. Eddie looks into your eyes, full of annoyance at the sudden memory, before it shifts into embarrassment. “He’s an arrogant dickhead who trusts his pulling out ‘skills’ and kept insisting he was allergic to condoms just so he could fuck me raw. And also, you do look better.”

Heat waves through his cheeks and ears as Eddie laughs out of sympathy, but mostly to make fun of your unfortunate encounter. “Told you you shouldn't have gone for him. You’re planning on fucking Mcline? Cheer squad says he’s got a dick the size of an eraser.” 

“Well, it’s not like I have any options, do we?” you snicker, brushing his eyelashes with the side of your finger before you’re back to painting the inner corner of his eye, tainting his opal skin black. “What goody-two-shoes of a man would want to fuck a girl who’s part of the ‘satanic panic’?” you wave your hand to gesture to yourself. “And I did not know that.”

“Jason Carver’s been eyein’ you lately,” he teases, eyebrows wiggling the slightest. “As well as Steve Harrington when we’d rent a shitty movie. Even Gareth!”

“Jason Carver is with Chrissy Cunningham, and he keeps on insisting that this whole metal thing is just a phase. Steve Harrington only eyes me because I’m with you. And I’m older than Gareth! It’s disgusting, he’s like my little brother.” you tilt your head at him, Eddie wincing at your thoughts about your friend. “This pious town doesn’t fuck with, and I quote, cult members. I can't even find a decent one out there.”

In a drunken momentum, his eyes trace the v-shaped column of your neck that connects to your collarbone, prominent as his irises desecrate the components of every imperfection on your skin, minus the tattoos — the unorthodox stygian tattoos so unsaint, skulls and horns sinking deep into your flesh you might as well be the Devil’s little wayward angel. The hand behind you traces the waistline of your jeans, feeling your skin that’s exposed when your shirt has risen up from your back being slouched to hover over his head. 

Eddie kicks a shirt out of his way — a cut tank top with the painted devil from the Hellfire Shirt to appear more punk (one he remembers you wore when you snuck into the community pool, jumping into the chlorine water with nothing but that shirt and a pair of denim shorts, gave him a goddamn boner when your bare tits poked out). “There’s some decent guys out there.”

He wants to say ‘me’, however not in an amorous way. Simply the mind that hasn't seen any cunt for the past month, and he’s desperate to the point he’d literally fuck his best friend. But maybe hidden beneath that word could mean something deeper, something he’s chosen to deny and decides to forget about. Eddie knows it’s wrong; to imagine you, his dear friend for ozzy knows how long, all bent and spread for him to fuck because he’s horny. But who wouldn't? 

“Easy for you to say,” you scoff. “You almost fucked that mom from the community pool back summer. And that junkie who blew you when she came to your show and thought a blowjob was enough of a payment for weed.” He feels the rough pad of your thumb rub a spot beside his eye, stinging slightly. 

“She gives really good head,” he nods slightly. “ ‘m just saying, sweetheart. You just need to look hard.”

“Oh yeah?” you take your eyeliner away from his eyes, snapping the cap back in place before your hands rest on his shoulders. “Like you? Because I think that your little friend—”

Your finger drags down his chest, movement sedated and teasing, nail scraping on the printed typography before they press deep into the thick flesh of his torso, trailing down like you’re exploring uncharted territories. They come across his thighs, hard and thick, short nails scratching the denim before you tease and sink deeper, feeling up the sudden rock in his pants that presses right onto your crotch.

Eddie blames you for the hard on in, had you not been subtly grinding on it for the past minute or so when you were applying eyeliner, acting nonchalantly when he felt so constrained in his tight jeans. His bottom lip feels so raw from all the biting he’s done just to not moan out loud. And it feels sick — perverted — to have a boner when your best friend sits on your lap.

“—kind of agrees with me,” you trace his bulge, unevenly round and thick, your hand wanting to squeeze but you spare him the insanity. “He’s been poking out ever since I sat on your lap. I think he wants you to say that you need some help.”

“And I think I’m the only one who can know what my dick says,” he sneers, his hand coming out from behind you to grasp your forearm and run his thumb on the inked bats on your skin. “And he says he’s perfectly fine staying inside until he gets home and feels the love of my hand.”

You tut, pouting as you brush the hair out of his face and tuck it behind his ears, bangs unruly on his forehead that it almost pokes his pretty eyes. “Shame,” you pop the eyeliner back on your cup, chastely placing your hands on his shoulders instead. “Would have been happy to help.”

His saliva sticks to the walls of his throat, blocking the next words from coming out because holy fucking shit, you’re flirting with him. Or he thinks you’re flirting with him. Because friends don’t flirt, right? Best friends, as you so proudly say to others. Best friends don’t flirt, or offer to get rid of someone’s fucking boner; he shouldn’t feel this proverbial hunger towards you, like the words that had rolled off your tongue was a drop of water that rolls down his throat, still leaving him thirsty.

“Tsk,” he chuckles dryly, palms running up and down your bare thighs. You expected him to say something else, but it seemed like he’s at a loss for words whenever you graze his bulge when you adjust your seat to remove the numbness of your calf. You feel like the senile chair would snap it legs and drop you into this void of just him and you, left alone to be stubborn and in denial. 

“I could, though,” you murmur, fingers grazing his slightly coarse hair. “I can h-help you. With your problem. I don’t mind.”

“Jesus Christ,” Eddie sighs heavily, his hot breath fanning your face. “I don’t want you to feel like you’re forced to just because I got a boner while you’re on top of me.”

“It’s not that,” you grip his shoulders tightly, trying to stop yourself from grinding again. Because god, fuck, if you had a dick of your own, you’d be as hard as him. “It’s just a friendly offer. Both of us hadn’t had fuck since last month and, well, we’re here now, are we? Might as well just…get on with it.”

It’s atrociously fun, your offer. Because even though you’d agree to forget about it in the end, both of you would certainly not forget about it. Eddie knows nothing would be the same if he agreed, if he acted like he’s wanted to fuck you for ages. You’d know with the way he’d act, with the way he speaks, that he’s always yearned for it, and he’s afraid it would cause a strain to your friendship. But fuck—you’re offering it yourself; and he’d cut his own dick off if he ever denied the chance. 

Giving in into having sex with you just because he hasn’t had a decent fuck in a while? Was it selfish, maybe, even if he knows it’s going to change everything. But hey, the chance is right in front of him.

Eddie’s silence deludes you into thinking that he might have been disgusted by your offer. You don’t see the way his pupils widen and shrink ever so often, and it makes you remove your hands from his shoulders and sigh. “You know what? Forget about it. I don’t even know why I said that,”

“Hey,” he reaches out to clasp your wrist when you stand up to leave. Your right leg’s on the ground, the other still bent beside his thigh. Eddie looks up at you with unsure eyes, thumb running along your pulse point. “I was…going to say why not.”

Your lips part. “Really?”

“Yeah,” his eyebrows furrow and his nose wrinkles as he says it, urging you to sit back on his lap by the gentle pull on your hand. “I mean, you know, it’s just a one time thing, right? We can- we can act like it never happened after. Unless, you don’t want to.”

You don’t know if he’s saying all of that to spare your feelings, or if he wants the same thing you do—being fuck buddies, and whatnot, until you’d both come to terms that you actually like each other. But maybe that’s just your fantasy that he felt the same way you did, and that Eddie’s only saying yes because he’s just as deprived as you are.

“We don’t have to think about that now,” you sit gently on his thighs. The hand that he doesn’t hold tugs on the thread hanging on the bottom of your shirt, fingers twirling and pulling slightly. “We can just have sex. Then, let’s think about it after. That way we can see if- we can continue it or…not.”

Eddie’s looking directly into your eyes, right where you can see the specks of concupiscent dust glaze his brown eyes. And somehow, your faces are so close yet so far, with the way you feel the very tips of his eyelashes graze your cheeks ever so softly when he blinks. 

“Great idea,” he says. And his hand hovers like he debates on cupping your face or holding your waist again. 

“You can hold me,” you take his hands, placing them on your waist. “I’m not gonna bite,”

“Oh, I know you won’t,” he chuckles, sighing deeply when you bite your lip. “‘Y too soft to bite.”

You pull away, though still your faces are still close. Eddie’s bemused by the incredulity on your face, the way your parted lips etch into a feigned offended smile. “I’m too soft to bite?” you repeat, nails scraping on his exposed arms before you suddenly tangle your hand in his hair and pull harshly; lo and behold, he whimpers. “Aw, look at that. He made a sound.”

“That’s because it hurt,” he snaps, chest heaving against yours. “How would you react when I pull on your hair?”

“The same thing,” your other hand pushes his hair behind his ear, pouting at him. “I would have moaned like you did,”

Eddie’s nostrils flare, eyes darkening. “Fuck you.”

Leaning in to whisper in his ear, you tug on his hair again and fuck, he whimpers. “No, I fuck you.” Your nails scrape his scalp, Eddie digging his own at your skin. “What, you think just because I offered I’d let you use me? That’s not how it works, sweetie.”

You pull back, your hand still in his hair before you lean in to kiss him hard on his chapped lips. 

It’s sultry, in that exchange of hot breaths between open mouths and teeth clashing. Eddie grunts against you when you coincide with your hip rolling each time your lips close around his. Judas Priest replaces Ozzy Osbourne’s yelling rasps, Love Bites deep thrumming like the chime of a bell cascades the ambience of the moment. You’re bold when your tongue slips past his lips to tackle his, sinking deeper that your nose bends on his cheek.

It’s new and it’s scary to kiss your best friend with the crisp trepidation of the future of your friendship. Because yeah, a simple kiss can change everything. It’s not chaste, it’s not for comfort, it’s not by accident; you’d both agreed to it, and it's unbeknownst to the both of you what the kiss truly meant to either of you. It’s driving you insane.

Your mind buzzes in delirium as you feel his shirt, wrinkles and damp from the sweat. He’s humming and he’s grunting with the wet clicks of your rapacious lips. And Eddie’s had enough, his hands coming down to grip the back of your thighs tightly, standing up from the chair and wrapping your legs around his waist. You fall heavily with him, your back landing on your crumpled sheets, his crotch immediately grinding against yours like a payback.

You moan, tugging on the hair on the nape of his neck. “Fuck,”

“What’s that, bats?” he taunts. “You fuck me? Say it again, sweetheart,” he rolls his hips deeper, bulge pressing right on you. “Say it. That you’ll fuck me. If you can, I’ll let you. If you don’t,” Eddie bites gently at your bottom lip, letting it go and watches as it pops right back. “Guess I'll have to be in control.”

Unpleased by his teasing, you push on his shoulders. Eddie falls back, body pinned to the mattress when you straddle his stomach, your hands gripping his wrists. “I fuck you,” you repeat, jaw clenching. “I’m in charge, you hear me?”

You don’t wait for his answer, because your hands are bringing themselves down to tug on his collar, pulling them apart until the weak shirt rips in half. Eddie’s eyes widen at the rip, lifting his head to press his chin on his neck as he looks at your damage. He laughs. “You’re lucky that wasn’t my favorite shirt,”

“I can get you a new one,” you say quickly, placing your palms beneath his chest to admire the tattoos on his fair skin. You lean back down to kiss him on his lips, gently this time, before you drag your lips down to his red cheeks, to his jawline where the faintest of a stubble begins to grow. Eddie exhales, the faint touch of your finger enough to send heat all over his chest. The Demon stares directly at you when you scrape your nails on the black art, punishing and guiding. “This still creeps me out, by the way,”

Eddie looks at the tattoo, frowning. “It’s still cool,”

His eyeliner smudges a little, making his eyes almost caliginous in his own wanton abyss. You press your lips right on the tattoo, coming down to teasingly nip at his nipple before your hands cup his pecs. And you grind on him again, your ass on his crotch and your covered cunt on the flat of his stomach as you let your hand drive up to splay across his chest. 

“Christ, (y/n),” he groans impatiently. “Stop fucking dry humping me.”

“Yeah, well, what is it, Eddie?” you cock your head at him. “Who are you telling that to, hm? Christ or me?”

He sits up, hips jutting to yours that elicits a hushed moan from you. Eddie’s hands prop him up from behind, leaning up to kiss you feverishly again. “You,” he answers, shaking his head at you. “But I think (y/n)’s too formal. ‘Bats’ is too sentimental. I like to…spice things up. There’s a reason why I never call you by your name during DnD, sweets,” he lets one hand go, taking your cheek into his palm. “Whatcha say? Let’s try something new other than bats. Like…like mommy.”

Your rutting slows down a bit, uneven by surprise. You turn your head to him, and he almost comes undone with the way your eyes almost blacken by the dilation of your pupils—the way little glints of arousal light your eyes. Eddie bites his lip when the hand beneath his collarbone nears his neck until you're digging your fingers on either side of his neck. 

“Mommy, huh?” you deride. “I like the sound of that,” you bounce lightly, and you smile when he moans lowly. “You gonna let mommy do whatever she wants? Because I think it was fucking filthy of you to get a boner when I was on your lap,” Eddie lays back down, his hands gripping your ass. “And mommy wants to punish you for a bit, is that alright?”

He nods. “Y-yes.”

You crawl down slowly. “Yes what?”

Eddie whines softly, his palm resting on the thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. “Yes mommy.” he grunts. “Still gonna call you bats, though. Feels uncanny,”

“Commit to it,” you unbuckle his jeans, handcuffs clicking as you do so. “Don’t be shy and naughty, Eddie. You wanted it.”

He lifts up, helping you tug his jeans down. Eddie could care less if you lose his jeans in the pile of clothes on the ground, because you’re beneath him. You’re not exactly kneeling—a sight he’d kill for—but seeing your face hovering over his cock hidden by his briefs was enough to make his mouth water and suppress a loud moan. Eddie breathes heavily when you press a kiss on top of his bulge, looking so cherubic and innocent it’s driving him insane.

Now you are mine, In my control. One taste of your life, and I own your soul

You sing it against him, exhaling at each worth that your hot breath makes him jolt. Eddie whines, looking down at you to see that you’re hooking your fingers on the band of his briefs, tugging them down until his feet slip past the holes and you’re throwing it aside. 

Amused by the sight of your tongue licking your lips at the sight of his hard cock slapping against his happy trail, a glob of precum leaking down to land on the coarse hair above his dick. Eddie’s hand comes down to brush your hair out of your face. “‘S not fair that I’m naked and you’re still clothed.”

“Patience,” you scoff, leaning back to shed your shirt. You shiver when your bare tits feel the air conditioned air nip at your exposed nipples, but you smirk when Eddie gawps at the sight of you being bare chested and kneeling at the end of your bed right in front of his cock. 

Not once did he imagine the sound of a zipper going down could excite him this much, but fuck, your removing your shorts and tossing it at him. Eddie catches it, shamelessly bunching it up in his fist and digging his nose into the crutch point, where he whiffs at the faint scent of your arousal.

“I can imagine just how wet you are,” he throws it aside. “I can fucking smell it on your shorts.”

You’re standing up, right where the exploration of his eyes land on the black lace that covers you, shows well your bumps and the askew imperfections on your thighs. Its floral folderol craves him for the exposure, and it has him tracing the other integrants of you—the matching bat tattoos on your forearm that you’ve both gotten when you turned 18, your Cockatrice dragon to his Wyvern on your other arm; your own demon on your waistline inspired by Gene Simmons, the coiling snake beneath your right breast, and a bell right between your collarbones. It makes Eddie sit up.

“That’s new,” he points to the black bell. “When’d you get that?”

“Last week,” you drag your finger across it. “Metallica’s growing on me.”

For Whom The Bell Tolls. That’s hot.

Eddie bites his lip when you sway your hips side to side as you leisurely get rid of your black lace, your head lifting to gaze coquettishly at him. “Wanna know how wet mommy got, Eddie?” you hum. He nods his head, muttering a low fuck yeah, his lips all swollen from the lip biting that he eases the pain by licking his lips. 

His cock throbs at the bare sight of your cunt, not fully exposed but he sees the small triangular bush on top. Eddie stops himself from touching his length right there and then as the lace slips past your knees and soon your feet, tossing it at his face that he clumsily catches. You gasp when he sniffs every inch of it, licking the crotch with the flat of his tongue before he’s flinging it somewhere in a corner.

“Smell good, bats,” Eddie growls. “Fucking delectable.”

You come back to kneel at the end of the bed, right between his legs before you're laying on your stomach. Eddie watches with a parted mouth as you trail kisses up his thigh. And you waste no time to spit on your hand and wrap your hand around his shaft, pumping him in an adagio manner. He lets out a moanish sigh, taking two pillows to rest his head all while he watches you tease him.

“Think you deserve my mouth?” you drawl, biting gently at the fat of his thigh. “Tell me, Eddie. Do you deserve mommy’s cock? After being so naughty? I wonder what other girls would think of you having a boner when you sit on their lap. ‘S like you’re a poor little virgin.”

Your thumb traces the slit of the bulging mushroom head, and it’s taking all of his strength not to thrust up. Your touch is burning, only on his cock but felt tactile like the blaze spreads through his veins like a wildfire. Eddie whines. “Please,” he begs. “I’ve been good, mommy. Jus’ couldn’t help it. You looked hot.” you look up at him. “So fucking sexy sitting on my lap, bats.”

Giggling, you shake your head and press a short kiss on his tip. “You’re lucky flattery works with me.” 

A loud moan, louder than Rob Haldford, leaves Eddie’s valiant mouth when you sink your head down his cock, your throat opening to welcome his tip that gags you, your nose grazing the bush of curls. It was a sudden suck, the way your cheeks enclose greedily around his length that makes his legs shake. His fists curl your sheets as you begin to bob your head.

You slap his hand away when it comes down to the back of your head, pulling out and squeezing his shaft. “Keep your hands to yourself, slut. And stay still. If you so much as thrust up my face without my permission, I’m leaving you here all wet with your balls blue.”

He definitely almost came. “Fuck. I’m sorry, m-mommy.”

When you take him into your mouth again with glaring eyes, Eddie thinks of the other girls—a wrong moment to do so, but he remembers how incompetend they were at making him feel so good by the simple touch on his dick. They didn’t send shivers up his spine, they didn’t bear the same dominancy you did; didn’t make him submit indigently the way you made him to. He’s never felt this good in a long time, and it’s just your fucking mouth around him.

“Your cock’s so big, Eddie,” you press your palm on the vein beneath his shaft, kitten licking his tip. “Taste so fucking good, too.” like the way I imagined, you almost say. But you don’t want him to know that; it’s embarrassing to make him think that you’d hump a pillow and imagine fucking his face. 

“Feels s-sooo fucking good—shit…bats,” he pants. You close your lips around his helmet, hand on his shaft pumping him as you bob your head around his tip but never fully taking him into your mouth. The feeling was still unexplainably stupefying, your tongue pressing flat on the throbbing flesh of his tip, hands fast and gyrating around his slick shaft that he hears wet sounds against your palm and his sensitive skin. 

His grunts and loud moaning sends a hot pool between your legs that it’s starting to drip down your legs to the bed, sticky and sweet and painful from the lack of touch. You take your vacant hand down between your body and the bed, fingers reaching blindly for your clit. And when you rub the swollen nub, you moan against his head that sends vibrations.

“Shit!” his ass clenches, stopping himself from bucking up. Eddie looks down to see your arm wedged uncomfortably beneath you, and he feels his orgasm build up to the edge of the wall when your eyes close as you rub your clit and suck on his cock. “Are you- touching yourself?”

You hum around him, head bobbing in rhythm to the music. You pull away from his cock, to kiss your way down to his heavy balls. Eddie mewls, whining when you rub your clit faster as you lick his balls. Everything feels overwhelmingly good when you suck on his balls, tongue lifting his heavy sack and enclosing your lips around the dark flesh. Eddie’s eyes roll to the back of his head, throwing his head down to his pillow and covering his eyes with his forearm. 

He feels the eyeliner transfer to his sweaty skin, his sweat taking the liquid kohl and dripping down his temple. But it might have been the tears that threaten to spill past his eyes that sets the makeup off down his face, because your sloppy sucking and quick pumping, it felt so good it renders him an almost sobbing mess beneath you.

“Mommy,” he heaves. “I’m close,”

“Hold it in, then,” you order. “I’m not done. You can touch my hair now, by the way.”

You capture his sack with the most pure look you could muster, as if what you're doing isn’t so fucking unholy. Like you’re at the gates of heaven proving your innocence. Your hands leave him and yourself to push on the back his thighs, letting his feet plant on the mattress, pushing them wide apart to give yourself better access. Eddie moans, almost a scream ripping out his throat and it’s when the tears slowly start, your hand coming back to pump his wet cock loudly, your muffled moaning like music that comes with the squelching of his cock.

“Such a pretty dick,” you tease. “So pretty and good. Wonder what it would feel like to have you inside me. I’m gonna fucking milk you dry until you’re crying and in pain.”

Eddie pats your head, running his fingers through the tangled mess as you look up at him, eyelashes wet and curled, mouth full of his balls that you suck greedily. His missing orgasm is painful, and he finds himself begging embarrassingly. “Bats, can I cum, please? I’ve been good. Fuck—I’ve been such a good boy for you. Please let me cum.”

Your laugh is sardonic and mean, pressing a kiss to his heavy sack before you’re licking up from his balls to his shaft and tip. “Since you asked so nicely.”

Vampishly, you sink your head down his cock again, gagging around him that a string of saliva drips down your neck and the valley of your breast. Eddie mewls, and with a couple more closed cheeks, head bobbing and sucking and licking, he’s shooting his seed at the back of your throat. His warm delicacy coating the walls of your throat.

You don’t stop until he’s milked, sinking your head deeper and deeper until his cum starts to drip out your mouth. Once you’re done, you let him go with a pop. Your finger scooping up his cum and pushing it back into your mouth.

“Mother of Ozzy,” he whispers, watching you suck on your fingers, his legs dropping down. “S-shit. Come here, bats.”

You come back to sit on his lap, his dick still hard but bends down when you grind your cunt against him. Eddie’s (and your) moans are muffled when you kiss him, taking his face in your hands as you kiss him with fervor, slowly grinding on his shaft like you did earlier. Eddie wraps his hands around your back, keeping your chest flushed against his as his tongue evades your mouth.

“You taste like my cum,” he murmurs. 

“Tastes good,” you giggle. “Aw, your eyeliner. I worked hard on that.”

 Eddie pouts. “You give the best fucking head, bats. Couldn’t help it.” 

Tracing his jawline with your finger, you smile at his praise. “Think you can handle one more? Or you just want to lay back and watch me touch myself?”

Eddie chuckles, shaking his head. His answer dies in his mouth when he looks up at you—and Ozzy, you’re fucking beautiful. With your lips plump, eyes glazed in mutual titillation. Like you’re not just fucking, like you didn’t just suck him off just to replenish your venereal hunger. But he doesn’t know what it is, and so do you (though only because you try to ignore the real reason you can’t fathom).

“Me? I can handle more. Fuck me in the ass if you want, bats,” he presses a quick kiss. “You got any condoms?”

With a hand on his shoulder, Eddie keeps you in place as you lean across the bedside table and clumsily open the drawer. You pull out a pack, splayed out in the wooden cabinet from its box, holding it between your middle and index finger as you wiggle your eyebrows at him. “I got twenty more.”

“Easy there, mama,” his voice is low and almost growling as he looks at your lips. The mixtape whirls as you rip the package open with your teeth. Seek and Destroy by Metallica starts playing, your fingers taking the condom from the foil and placing it on your mouth, lips around the plastic ring before you bend down to wrap the condom around his cock. “Fuck.Where’d you learn that?”

You take him fully in your mouth again, cheekily sucking before you pull out and push your hair out of your face. “Steve Harrington. Junior Year,” Eddie gawps. “Right after Nancy Wheeler dumped him.”

“Holy shit,” despite the panging jealousy, he laughs in shock. “You’re something else, baby.”

Baby.

Heat brushes your cheeks, makes you laugh shyly as you take his sensitive cock in your hand. “Lay back down.”

Eddie complies with the help of your hand pushing his back to the bed. You kneel, hand grabbing his cock and straightening it until his tip’s prodding your entrance. You keenly breathe in when you sink, his thick girth splitting your wet pussy open. He lets out a moan that’s almost painful, greedy hands coming to palm your waist to help you sink.

“Shiiiiiiit,” you gasp. “God, you feel fucking amazing, Eds. So fucking big.”

“That’s it mommy. God, so tight,” Eddie’s eyes drip heavily. “You like my dick?”

His neck stretches when you choke him, his head falling back. “Fucking love your fat cock,” you mewl, throwing your head back. Eddie removes his hands from your waist to palm at your tits, feeling his mushroom bulge in your stomach once you’ve fully sat. 

Barely a minute after he’s fully in, you begin moving. The wet sound of your pussy dragging up from his length makes you even wetter, dripping down his navel, his happy trail all sticky. Your hand leaves his neck to scratch on his chest, watching as slanted, red marks paint his skin and his tattoos before you drop down. 

Eddie moans, his feet planting up the bed once more to rest your curved back. “You look so pretty,” he pants. “Riding my cock. Touched myself every night to the thought of this. And I know it’s wrong, bats, but I couldn’t fucking help it. I’d—I’d bend a pillow and fuck it, thinking it was your pussy. And all along I thought you’d let me have my way with you. But I was so wrong.”

You grind and bounce at an adequate pace, your walls clenching around him, your ass slapping against the skin of his thighs everytime you come back down. Eddie relishes in the blissful haze hailed upon you, your eyebrows scrunched and raised, jaw slack as you let out mewls with the same volume as his. Almost to the point that the loud music can’t even drown out your euphoric cries.

The tears began forming from the stinging overstimulation, his cock twitching immediately and he feels so raw. His vigor shredded and he submits himself to you, laying and moaning beneath your sedulous fucking. 

And he knows, even with the rubber separating his flesh to yours, that everything has changed. No one else could fuck him the way you do, the way you sucked him off, the way you ruled over him and his body. Eddie’s tears choke his moans, the ebony makeup spilling down to your white sheets, your nails scratching all over his tattoos as you bounce faster.

“Jesus. You fucking whore,” Your eyes roll to the back of your head, eyes slamming shut as you bounce. You glow with the sheen layer of sweat coating your body, breathtaking in all your pulchritudinous galore. Eddie traces the stretch marks on your thigh and thinks he’s never seen anything more beautiful than the rare sight of you all pleasured and his. “God, Eddie, you feel so amazing.”

Your head ducks, a sob coming out of you. Your heart palpitates, the shattering sensation of being fucked open by your best friend gives you blindsiding revelation that you would rather be with him than anyone else. Because the touch of his hands is nothing but comforting after your cruelty. 

You bounce faster on his cock. Eddie’s tears are stained with gray rivulets, coming up to sit and push your chest against him so he can hug you. Your hand tangles itself on his unkempt hair, nails scratching his back, whereas he’s muffling his growls by biting on your shoulder. Eddie kisses his way to your neck, sucking and biting a love bite in. 

“I’m close, bats,” he pants against your sweaty flesh. “I’m gonna fucking cum. I can’t hold it in.”

“Okay,” you nod, pulling away to press your forehead against his. You exchange breathy moans, your bounces now with the help of Eddie as you slowly lose your energy. “F-fuck. All this time I’ve been searching for some rando to fuck. Should’ve just gone to you.” He wedges his hand between your bodies, his fingers dancing across your clit that makes you bump your forehead harder with his. “Fuck, Eddie. Cum. I wanna feel you cum.”

Eddie keens on his orgasm, and so do you. Sobbing and mewling into each other’s mouths as your grinding slows down, feeling his warm cum fill his condom, your own climax covering the rubber. He runs his hands up and down your back, before they come up to your shoulder and cup your face, pushing your hair aside so he could kiss you.

A kiss sweeter and more innocent than the first one. Eddie takes your wet lips into his, soft with his pants and his touch. And with his lips still yours, he helps you kneel up to pull his softening cock out of your gaping cunt. You hiss lightly, a tear coating your eyelashes that he wipes away as he sits you down on his thigh. 

“That’s it, mama,” his voice is raw and croaky, you rest your head on his shoulder, hands leaving you momentarily to pull his condom out. You watch as Eddie tiredly ties the condom, reaching the bin beneath your bed and throws it inside before he’s hugging you again, fingers rubbing your jaw and thigh. “You did good, bats. Tired?”

You nod your head. Eddie urges you to lay on the bed, where you lay on your side and prop your head up with your hand, He wipes the eyeliner off with the side of his thumb, eyes never leaving you.

“So,” you scratch the column of your neck. “That was intense. Didn’t know the Dungeon Master had it in him to call me mommy but, I wouldn’t complain.”

“Shut up,” he pushes on your shoulder, mimicking your position. Eddie’s fingers trace the curvatures of your waist, hovering over your stretch marks. “I didn't know you had it in you. Did you suck Harrington like that too?”

You laugh, hiding your eyes. “No. No, I never blew him. He’s very eager with giving head, it's insane.” Eddie smiles. “But he’s really good at it. He’s got a bit of a breeding kink. Kept whining about condoms but.”

“At least he’s good at giving head,” his rings are cold against your skin. Scooting closer, Eddie nestles his cheek on the side of his elbow. “So I know we literally just finished having sex but…are you still up for another?”

“Jesus, give me a break. I’m not a machine y’know,” he laughs. 

“That’s not what I meant,”

You bite your lip nervously, taking his hand into yours and staring at the difference of its sizes. Your fingers were more slender than his, but his hand  in general was bigger. “I’m still up to play house. I really liked the whole mommy thing.”

Eddie smiles, seraphic and pretty. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” you brush the curls away from his face. “Uncle Wayne wouldn’t be here for a couple hours. My parents are still out. So we can fuck for as long as we want.”

Your offer excites him. Eddie takes your cups your face and kisses you once more, deciding to worry about what would happen after all this later.

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Player Zero (mini series)

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pairing: eddie munson x reader x joseph quinn

disclaimers: 18+, psychological thriller, blood, violence, sexual themes, reader interacts with the st characters, eddie falls for reader who goes by “zero/000, player zero”, reader’s gender identity isn’t specified but does have a vagina, unintentional plot divergence, upside down exists, vecna/001/henry exists, everything is basically canon until reader shows up… 😳, joseph quinn cameo at the end

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Just A Birthday Taste

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Only One

Look At Me, Don't Look At Him

She

Pretty Girl Part 2

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You're All I Want

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You Miss All We Had

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Just Let It Be

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Adore You

The Fool Ft D.M

On Top Of The World With You

The Way You Look

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[spideyanakin]

10 Things I Hate about you - Chapter 1

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 - Season 1 Steve 👎 , and frog dissecting

word count - 8.2k

proof read by the amazing @inknopewetrust

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Author's note - this takes place before the events of season 1, and instead of it happening in November 1983, I changed it to be around April 1984 :)

"Steve, what is this?" Your father slammed a piece of paper on the empty space next to Steve's breakfast. You leaned over to snoop at what was printed on the page. As if second nature to the black ink, you flinched when the line of D's and C's on his report card became clear. Your father’s hand splayed on the paper, your eyes followed the hand only to see his angry face.

"Dad, I swear I can explain! This new teacher has been giving us hell!"

"In every class?"

"No, but–" You watched him fumble with his words as you continued sipping on your orange juice. A loose strand of Steve's hair had fallen onto his forehead as he made frantic movements with his hands in a poor attempt to save himself.

"You're telling me that all of your teachers are being extra mean lately?” His face challenged Steve with narrow eyes. Like a magician pulling a rabbit out of a top hat, he pulled out another paper— your report card. 

“Explain this then.” 

A neat line of A's mixed in with two stray B's had been stuffed in Steve's face. 

He looked in between the paper and you, and then gazed back up to your father. The overbearing, middle-aged man cleared his throat before reading a teacher’s note on Steve’s card.

"Mrs. Jinkles says: Steve is a peculiar student. Although his grades were acceptable last semester, I can see his attention slipping away. Chats too often in class, homework is handed in late…” He peeked up from the sheet back at Steve whose face was sullen. “Shall I continue?"

"No." Steve closed his eyes with a huff, opening them again to meet yours. "She's been distracting me with her loud music and protests and things!"

"That's a lie! Dad, you know that's a lie! He's always with his girlfriends! Bella is what? Your third girlfriend this month!?" You defended yourself in a valiant effort. Steve couldn’t just throw you under some bus to be run over because his personal life was impacting his academic one. 

"I just broke up with her,” he replied with the hope it still saved his ass from ruin.

"Then why are you putting the blame on me for your bad grades!?"

"Because you are distracting me!" Steve maintained.

"We both know that's not true!" You protested as you looked at your father whose mouth was opened to speak, but was quickly cut off by Steve's own defense. Your father fixed his glasses at the bridge of his nose and sighed as he watched the two of you bicker, waiting patiently for his turn.

"What are you jealous of me or something? Because you can't get a boyfriend?" 

"Have you seen the unwashed miscreants that go to our school?" You snorted. "Plus, high school relationships are… weird. I don't know how you can date someone and know it's never going to last."

"You're just jealous because you're mean to everyone and can't keep any friends." 

"Steve!" Your mother interrupted him from the other side of the table. She had been watching the morning unravel like a thread from a wool sweater. Each defense, each lie, building the spool left to wither on the floor. 

At her interjection, you watched your father's eyes light up with an idea, his eyes quickly fixing themselves back on Steve’s as the report card stayed glued between his fingertips. 

"Ok!” He nearly shouted from the noise. “Stop it, you two, now! New rule: Steve isn't allowed to date until you do." He pointed to you and a loud laugh escaped your lips. 

‘This was his punishment?’ You thought to yourself. How pathetic. 

"BUT SHE'S NEVER GOING TO FIND A BOYFRIEND BEFORE THE END OF HIGH SCHOOL!" Steve wailed as his hand met the table and shook the glasses–its contents swooshing like the sea. 

"Oh,” your father chuckled, “I really like this." He nodded in self-approval. "We can sleep in peace knowing you'll both pass Junior year and then graduate with no distractions." His angry face had turned into a content one. He dropped the two report cards on the sideboard behind the dining table before sitting and pouring himself a cup of coffee. 

"But that's not fair!" Steve started whining which made you grin and stick your tongue out to him as you grabbed the maple syrup bottle and poured some on your pancakes.

"When your sister dates, I'll trust you to date again."

"But-"

"No buts! It will teach you a lesson," he said pointedly. 

"I hate it here" Steve groaned, throwing his head back, and sighing in desperation. "Mom,” he tried one last path, “you can't let this happen!"

"I'm sure you'll survive without girls for a year and a half." She didn't look up from the apple she was cutting. "I'm sure it will do you some good."

The clock struck 8:30 slower than Steve would have liked, and he found his head hurting earlier in the day than he wished. As he waited for you, he turned up the volume, his car radio already playing Africa by Toto. He closed his eyes, trying to get the distant chatter and morals about how that was a 'good lesson' for him to learn and girls were 'not the only thing he should care about' away from his thoughts. About a minute later, you stuffed yourself and your bag in Steve's passenger seat with a sigh as the peaceful music started to dance across your mind. 

"Could you at least change?" Of course Steve had to start speaking again. As if his whining over breakfast hadn't been enough.

"Why? You don't support women's rights?" You looked down at your shirt. You were wearing a tight white shirt that showed off your shapes with red hand prints painted over your boobs, and one hand print on the side of your ribs. It was controversial, it was risky. However, it was completely and utterly you. "You don't think women should speak up?"

"I do, but It's weird enough I'm driving you to school. I don't need you to be dressed like… this," He looked at you up and down. "At least close your sweater until we get there?"

"Deal with it."

"God!” He griped. “I can't wait for your car to get repaired." 

"Can you shut up, please?" You closed your eyes. "I'm trying to enjoy this music. I don't own this tape."

"Yeah, that's because you spend all your money on that devil worshiping crap that makes my ears bleed." 

"Don't you insult my music taste," you hit him with the sleeve of your sweater, which caused Steve to instantly hit you back with the back of his hand. 

"Hey!" You slapped his shoulder. 

"You hey!" He slapped your shoulder back. 

You slapped his arm as a reply and he did the same, an endless slap fight like the multiple ones you had as kids starting. You continued bickering, in an attempt to win you tried to kick him but your leg was stuck in between the side of the car and your bag. So instead, you slithered a hand into his perfect hair and shook it all up.

"NO! Y/N NOT THE HAIR! Please!" He yelled. Hands flying to stop the way your arms and shoulders came down. When he was satisfied that he was safe, he reached up for the rear mirror. "You really had to?" 

"Yeah, you deserved it. Now start the car or we're going to be late for school." 

"Oh, and I wonder who's fault that is?"

~

"Please tell mom and dad you've got a boyfriend or something."

"No." You slammed your locker in front of his face and shouldered your bag.

"Please?" He begged again, following as you started walking towards class. 

"Why do you want another girlfriend so badly?" You wondered aloud as you removed the tape of Kill ‘Em All from your walkman; pocketting it to replace it with Master of Reality.

"Because this time I really really like her! I want to make a move but you didn’t help me at all, and now they’re just being assholes about the grades!”

"They're not being mean," you shook your head, laughing to yourself. "Have you seen your grades? I get where they come from."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. You don't know how hard it is to be paired with her and not being able to actually ask her out, or just hold her hand and kiss her. First period was hell. I absolutely need you to get a boyfriend."

"Mm-mm, nope." You shook your head no. "I told you, dating in high school is stupid." You pressed the on button and Steve could faintly hear the start of Children of the Grave playing. He watched as you placed your headphones over your ears, clearly wanting out of the conversation.

He made a frantic move to step in front of you. Blocking your path forward, you stopped because his puppy-dog eyes hounded you. "Please?" His hands came together as if he was praying. You barely heard the word, but you could clearly read his lips.

"No!" You said it a bit too loud over your music. Steve's face changed to a look of defeat, and then, he gave you the finger.

"I hate you." You barely heard the words but could clearly make them out again.

"Love you too!" You pouted and made a heart with your hands, grinning as you watched him roll his eyes and drop his hands in defeat. "Bye," you almost screamed before disappearing into another hallway but held it back in a small victory.

You tossed your bag over your chair and melted in your seat the second you walked into the classroom. You felt a hand reaching up next to you and before you could even register the intruder, your headphones fell from your head and onto your shoulders. 

You turned your head to meet Barb’s figure in the seat beside yours. She had a concerned look in her eyes–which she always had but that early in the morning? Something had come up before the bell had even rung. "What's the fuss? I've been seeing you bicker with Steve all morning,” she asked you honestly.

Barb was a good person, a good soul. Sharing with her the quarrel between Steve and yourself wasn’t going to spread a million rumors of some stupid family fued or that you were ‘morally or ethically against high school romance.’

You took a second to breathe, the faint intro of Sweet Leaf coming from the headphones now resting on your shoulders. Had your music really been that loud before? The music came to an abrupt end when you flipped the switch, placing the walkman into a firm grip, and setting it into your bag.

"Steve's mad because our dad made a ‘new rule.’ He's not allowed to date until I do," you wiggled your eyebrows and watched as Barb gave you a silent laugh. The crinkles around her eyes proved that amusement had reached her. 

"Oh my god,” Barb drawled, “no way," she whispered as she watched Mrs. Jinkles put her glasses back on to stand up to close the classroom door. 

"Yeah, Steve is bribing me to get a boyfriend." You chuckled and she snorted at the thought. 

"I don't think I've ever seen him single ever since he walked into Hawkins High."

"Me neither. Apparently he really likes this one girl and wants to date her. That's why he's trying to convince me to get someone." You tucked a strand of hair away from your face as you fished for your book and slammed it a bit too harshly on the table. "Tough luck."

~

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll do the dishes for two months."

"No."

"Three?"

"Still no."

"Ok, seven!"

"Steve,” you sighed heavily, “what is going to make that little head of yours understand that I don't want a boyfriend."

"You don't actually need one, just to tell mom and dad you have one!"

"I won't do that,” the idea of it just sounded… wrong.

"Why?"

"Because I don't like lying."

"That's bullshit,” he laughed in disbelief.

"I'm not going to help you. So stop asking me." You moved your hands around as you tried to mimic your frustration. "Who’s the girl you want to ask out anyway?"

"Nancy Wheeler."

"What?" You chuckled in your own incredulity. "Is this some kind of joke? You want to date my friends now?” If you could underscore the importance of my, you would have a million times over.

"Friends?"

"Alright, well more like a… good acquaintance; a school friend! But you get my point." You crossed your arms.

"I actually think I really like her! She's super nice. We have physics together."

"Right," you rolled your eyes at him. "Look, I won't help you on this one. Maybe, just maybe, you can think about getting better grades and dad will change his mind. And Nancy Wheeler is far from your type just so you know." You noticed but Steve's face softened at your words. If she saw Steve’s grades, she’d go running for the hills.

"That's what I like about her, though. She's different from the other girls I've dated before."

"Yeah, yeah, spare me the speech Romeo. It won't work on me." You scoffed and oddly enough, lifted your head to spot what was written in bold letters on the chalkboard.

Romeo and Juliet 

"See, we even get to study forbidden love. How cute," you patted his shoulder, and he grumbled something you couldn't make out before complaining for the thousandth time today.

"I knew advanced English was a mistake." He melted in his seat as if the subject had defeated him already.

"Morning, class," Mr. Arnold cleared his throat, “now that we are fully finished with World War two poetry, I thought it was the perfect time to start on our beloved Shakespeare." He clapped his hands and asked a girl named Lisa Hemingway if she could hand out the multiple copies of Romeo and Juliet that created a tower on his desk. 

The senior girl stood up and grabbed as many copies as she could. When Mr. Arnold saw she couldn't carry them all, he assigned a red-headed Junior named Connor who sat in the front row to hand out the rest.

"I already hate this," Steve mumbled as the second the copy of the pile hit his desk. He took it, groaning as he flipped through the pages. They smelled of must and mildew; ten years of dormancy only to be opened when love was at its most shallow point.

"It's not that bad,” you told him as the next copy hit yours, “I've read it before. The story is pretty gripping."

"You've read this for fun?" He questioned as if it repulsed him.

"Yeah," and you shook it off like a piece of lint on your shoulder.

"I think I'm going to be sick."

"Consider yourselves lucky, we won't do any reading today!" Mr. Arnold stated when Lisa and Connor went back to their seats and only two books remained in the pile he had stacked earlier that morning. Two missing students. 

"Connor, I believe you're good friends with Mark?" He questioned the redhead who nodded. "Could you hand him his copy when you see him?" Mr. Arnold handed him the book, leaving only one stray to rest lonely on his desk. "Right, back to work," He sighed. 

"Today, we are mainly going to focus on learning about the man behind the book," he smiled and sat atop his desk. "Can anyone tell me what they know about Shakespeare?"

You raised your hand.

"Please lower your hand," Steve begged. "You're embarrassing me enough as it is and I don't need you rubbing it in my face that you skipped a grade." 

"I skipped a grade in elementary school, Steve" You whispered back.

"Miss Harrington?"

"I've noticed that he's always written strong female characters,” you began, against Steve’s wishes. “In Romeo and Juliet, Juliet is strong-witted and smart. She might look and be helplessly in love, but she's still intelligent and understands a lot of things women are told not to. It feels like Shakespeare understood the struggle of women, especially in works like…” You pondered, “Twelfth Night. Viola must be the strongest female character in history." 

Mr. Arnold nodded along as you continued on. "Viola is shipwrecked, and left an orphan so she disguises herself as a man to get by. It's a brilliant feminist writing for its time."

"I do agree that Shakspeare tends to write strong female characters, but you do forget that mature women tend to miss in most of his work. And when he does, he makes them mad or somehow evil."

"Yeah, you're totally right,” You agreed.“But still, he doesn't rule them out or make them faded background characters like other writers from that century–" 

The door swung open in the middle of your words. All the heads turned away from Mr. Arnold, you, or their books, and revealed the owner of the lonely book: Eddie Munson.

The hair on his head was wild, a patch on his jean jacket was two stitches from falling out. One of his shoes was completely covered in dirt and a crumpled paper sat in his ringed hand.

"What have I missed?" He grinned with perfectly white teeth; barring it for Mr. Arnold as the older man sighed at the intrusion but had learned to expect nothing less from Eddie Munson. 

"Strong female characters in Shakespeare," you spoke up before Mr. Arnold could get a word out. He had, after all, interrupted your train of thought. 

"Great!” He said at first as though it were intriguing enough for him to stay. But as he continued, his words became shells of sarcasm. “Sounds amazing, keep up the good work," he nodded before opening the classroom door and walking straight back out of it–not a minute had passed since he entered it.

"Mr. Munson!" Mr. Arnold attempted to call out, but quickly realized it was useless and crossed his arms in aggravation. "Is he even trying?" He sighed to himself, shaking his head in despair before grabbing the stray copy of Romeo and Juliet and opening it to the last page where a small description of who Shakespeare was, was written. 

"Shakespeare!"

You never got to pick up where you left off. 

~

"I need Y/n to get a boyfriend," Steve declared as he dropped his tray on the table and looked at you expectantly from across the room.

You were standing on the other side of the cafeteria behind a table. Nancy, Barbara, and another girl he didn’t know stood beside you. Your sweater was long gone and the shirt you had made was exposed. Nancy and the stranger Steve didn't recognize wore the same one while Barb was holding pamphlets next to you. A white banner in front of the table spelling 'WOMEN'S RIGHTS, WE HAVE A VOICE!’ BAKE SALE stood proudly in black and red lettering.

"Good day to you too," Carol looked around his tray before snatching his granola bar. "Ew, who even eats the nutty fudge flavor?" She scrunched her nose before throwing it back on his tray. She shouldn’t have ever tried to take it from him today.

"They were out of butter almond, sorry," he replied dryly before taking a seat and starting to pick at his food. "Anyway, my dad started this new stupid rule where I can't date another girl until Y/n finds a boyfriend," Steve looked back at you again and back at his food.

"Oh my god." 

"I know!"

"You're fucked." 

"You mean unfucked, for the rest of high school." Tommy snickered with a sly grin.

"Haha,” Steve’s face flattened, “very funny." He poked at a french fry before dropping his fork completely. "It doesn’t have to be this way! I can try to help her get a boyfriend! It’s not that hard to find a date!" 

"Good luck with that. I heard the last guy who tried to ask her out got a broken nose… bled all over the gym floor."

"God, I don't even know how we're related," Steve sighed helplessly. "My point is–” he clarified, “if I want to ask Nancy out, I need her to find someone, and quickly. My chance with Nance will go right out the window otherwise."

"You in a rush or something?"

"Do you know how hard it is to be paired up with her and not get to ask her out!? It's pure torture!" 

"Calm down Casanova," Tommy ripped the top of his milk carton. "The only way you're going to get a guy to go out with her is if you pay him," he took a sip of his drink before speaking again, "and even then, you'd have to pay him good money."

"I could do that," Steve mumbled as if the idea wasn’t screaming ‘that is a horrible idea, don’t do it!’ 

"Wait, that's actually a brilliant idea!” He settled on instead. “We just have to figure out who we're going to pay." 

"Hmm," Tommy looked around the cafeteria and for once, every male student was a fresh pick. It could be a squirly freshman or a hulking senior and either would want the money and laughs for kicks. "Sam?"

"The A.V club nerd? Do you want him to get even more bullied? She made him cry once, remember?" 

Tommy scrunched up his nose at the memory. But, the guy would admit he had an itching to see it happen again. 

"Cameron?" Carol suggested as she perked her head up at the game.

"A Jock?" Steve laughed in amusement. "She would kick him in the balls before he even could get a word out." 

"Byers!"

"No, no,” Steve objected, “he's too… soft. She'll eat him alive."

"Yeah, but don't they listen to the same music or something?"

"No, he listens to The Clash."

"And? Isn't that what she likes?"

"No, she's more into that hard rock stuff" Steve threw his fry back into his plate. "We're never going to find anyone." 

"SHIT!" The big double doors of the cafeteria flew wide open, Eddie's voice boomed inside. He was holding what looked like one of those beakers from science class filled to the brim with a neon blue liquid. He skidded to a stop as the doors flew open, looking in the direction best suited for his escape as the bubbles began to form at the beaker's top. Steve had no idea what it was, but by the look on the face of the teacher who was running after him… it didn't look safe. 

“MR. MUNSON!” An angry, elderly voice called after him as the doors teetered on open and closed, open and closed. 

“This is my beaker, Davis!” He shouted at the teacher coming closer with every second. Eddie moved quickly, trying not to spill the liquid as his exit was drawing closer with every step. “You can’t take it away when it’s not finished!” 

“MR. MUNSON THAT IS A DANGEROUS EXPERIMENT!” 

“COME AND TAKE IT FROM ME THEN!” Eddie shouted back as the cafeteria watched in hilarity and ridiculousness. Eddie Munson could always cause a scene, bring a little bit of joy, and go back to being an outcast the same day. 

"Oh God,” Carol rolled her eyes, “what is he up to now?" She brought her stare back to Steve and her boyfriend. "Did you hear, they're saying he won't graduate this year?"

"Rumor has it it's because he went to jail for a month. Remember when everyone was wondering where he was?"

"I thought it was because he went off and tried to join a cult or something?" 

"Didn't people say it's because he was posing for a porn magazine?" 

"I heard he ate a live duck once"

"Everything but beak and feet."

Steve narrowed his eyes as he watched Eddie grab a cookie from your table as he passed by, muttering a thank you as he put it in his mouth and continued his run. You shouted something at him about being an asshole. Steve's gaze fixed back on Eddie as he left through the doors, the opposite side of the one he came from, beakers still in hand and the cookie already half chewed. 

Mr. Davis who was following him had his glasses crooked over his nose and the little hair he had left was flying around as he tried to catch up with the mad teen. He kept his eyes on the door as it closed behind them.

"Jesus! That guy is deranged!”

~

Biology wasn't Steve's favorite subject, especially when he had just eaten a full meal and they had to dissect frogs. Mina Trevor had already thrown up and was sent to the nurse, and a Junior named James fainted the second the frog was put on his table. That left the quiet Lisa, whom he had been paired with, to work alone on the repulsive task.

Even with gloves, everything was slimy and disgusting. Tommy wasn't being helpful as he did everything on purpose to mess it up, and would wiggle his dirty fingers in front of Steve's face just to get a go at him. For a second he envied you. He knew this was the type of thing you'd do with a smile on your lips, and he knew you would enjoy every second of it when it was your turn next period. 

"You're being disgusting," Carol noticed, scrunching her face as she watched her boyfriend clown around with a piece of the frog. The smell made her want to gag. Her gaze traveled to behind his shoulder, spotting Eddie Munson paired up with one of his friends at the back of the class.

He pulled a knife out from his pocket and stabbed it in the middle of the frog, his friend chuckling as he did.

"Hey,” she called out to the two boys as the thought popped into her head, “maybe we should set Munson up with your sister." Carol smirked as she watched him poke around the dead animal for a brief second before stopping. 

Both Steve and Tommy turned around to follow her gaze. All of their eyes were on Eddie as he pulled a packet of cigarettes from his pocket, using the gas tap in the middle of the table to light it up. His friend scrunched up his nose and grabbed the cigarette from his lips, putting it out on the frog.

An unintentional branding of a dead frog.

"Yeah…" Steve's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. "How did we not think of this at lunch!?"

"Because he's a mad man!? Steve, you're not serious?" Tommy turned back around to face his girlfriend and best friend.

"He's the only guy on the list she won't scare off! Have you seen him? He's the perfect candidate."

"Plus!” He added. “He definitely listens to the same music as her, and reads the same nerd shit.”

"I wouldn't do it,” Tommy tried to argue, “she's still your sister, Steve. Eddie's just… trouble." The expression on his face quickly changed with his thoughts. "Although, I would love to see the freak try to seduce your sister," he smirked.

"How funny would that be?" Carol slapped her hand on the table. "And he's totally broke. He will gladly take your money." 

Steve's eyes sparkled with mischief as he turned back around to take another look at Eddie Munson pulling another cigarette out of the carton.

"I think we found our guy."

~

The next morning, Steve opened his sock drawer to find as much of his leftover cash as he could to invest in his little plan. With the box of stray coins and the savings he kept hidden behind a pair of blue striped socks, he found about a hundred dollars. It was a bonus that Tommy and Carol had promised to chime in when they chose Eddie as the candidate–or victim… he wasn’t sure if you’d eviscerate the metalhead or not.

Steve grabbed his wallet and pulled a twenty from it. In addition to the ten bucks he already had in his pockets, that would be enough to convince Eddie, pay him, and still have spare money for lunch. 

"Why are you smiling?" You wondered as you watched your brother make his way down the stairs; a pair of white high top Nikes in his hand and his blue sports bag hanging on his left shoulder.

"Nothing,” he grinned like a madman, “I just realized my time as a ‘Handsome Bachelor’ might actually be nice." He kept smiling before sitting down on the last step and lacing up his shoes. 

"That's the spirit" Your dad mumbled from behind his morning paper.

"You're acting suspicious. Mom, don't you think he's being suspicious?" You turned your head to her to get the reassurance that his demeanor was off and you weren’t losing it. 

"Let your brother be," she fixed a strand of hair. "Honey, can you pass me the coffee pot, please?"

"Of course," your father passed the pot towards her while you eyed Steve, an apprehensive eyebrow raised. 

When Steve gave you an innocent shrug back, you placed two fingers in a peace sign to your eyes and then switched to pointing to him before taking your seat at the breakfast table. The words of ‘I’m watching you’ silently said. 

The only benefit to this breakfast was that it was more peaceful than the previous one.

"Thank you for being dressed appropriately today," Steve mumbled as you buckled your seat belt a half hour later. Breakfast settling in your stomachs, school was the only thing that could distract you from the curiosity-biting enigma that was Steve Harrington, your dutiful, stupid brother. 

"Right… because sports class is more important than women's rights."

"Yeah, it totally is, and it’s gym, not sports class," He mumbled as he started the car. "Also you've read the book right? Romeo and Julie" Steve narrowed his eyes as he watched the road. 

"Juliet."

"Right, yeah, what happens in the chapters we were supposed to read?"

"You haven't read it? Steve, have you seen your grades?" You gawked at him with baffled eyes. 

"Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he brushed it off, “just tell me what happened?"

"Firstly, they’re not chapters, they’re acts and scenes,” you lamented, “and if you would have even taken the time to open the book, you would have seen that we only had two scenes to read which equals to barely ten pages."

"Good for you,” he replied blandly. “So, what happened?"

"Street fight between the Montagues and Capulets,” he would just badger you with questions the entire way anyway, so you faulted and told him what happened.

"The what- what?" He stopped the car at a stop sign. 

"Oh fuck off."

"What do you mean ‘fuck off!?’ I'm asking for your help!"

"And I'm telling you: read. the. book. I'm not your tutor."

"But you've already read it! So, I don't need to! We can just unite our Harrington brains."

"I'm not helping you,” you shook your head.

"You're being really mean lately, you know that?" He argued because he didn’t get his way. 

"I thought I was always mean,” you tipped your head to the side, “that's why I can't get any friends, remember?"

"Yeah, but you're being even more mean. You won't help me!" The ride to school gladly came to an end as he finished his sentence. You opened the door, your bag already over your shoulder.

"I'll see you later," you slammed the door of his car shut and started to walk away.

"Hey! What did I do!?" He shouted out of his car's open window, but you flipped him the finger instead. Steve looked at you as you disappeared into the crowd with a confused look on his face. 

"Crazy," he muttered as he thought back to the way your face fell and your words became dry before you slammed the door in his face. He grabbed his bag, confusion riddled over his features as he made his way to the football field.

He eyed the crowd of students that sat on the bleachers. The entire junior class sat in the middle and a few seniors who had a free period were scattered at the opposite ends, chatting away and finishing up the last touches of their homework.

You sat in a middle row, eyes glued as you listened to the teacher. Steve knew you had seen him, he also knew that you knew he was watching you. You had that determined look in your eyes every time the two of you got into arguments. That look where you had to win. That you wouldn't let him talk to you again until he made a move.

But of course, Steve knew he had done nothing wrong.

His eyes landed on Carol and Tommy who were sitting at the end of the front row. Carol was sipping on a cup of coffee she had gotten from the machine in the school hallway next to the teacher's lounge. The disgusting watered-down taste made a shiver run through Steve just thinking about it.

"Alright class," the teacher blew his whistle, indicating to Steve and the other stray students who were still standing to take their seats on the bleachers.

"I want you to split into your groups,” everyone knew where they were assigned. “We're starting soccer with group two. So group one and three, do whatever you want as long as you're back by 10:30." He blew his whistle again and the whole mass of students started moving around the bleachers.

"So, how much did you manage to collect for ‘mission boyfriend?’"

"A few bills," Steve nodded. "I think it should be enough."

"We collected a 20 for you if that's any help," Carol fished through her bag before handing it to Steve. "Here."

"Thank you very much," he looked at it proudly before adding it to the 30 he already had. 

"When are you going to talk to him?" 

"Not today. She's in a very bad mood. She went all crazy on me this morning," Steve looked at you from his spot in the bleachers. He watched as you redid your shoe laces and grabbed the soccer ball Tina threw your way.

"I thought you were in a rush to ask Nancy out?"

"I am,” he nodded, “but I also don't want the plan to fail"

"Well, she looks fine now," Tommy looked at you. You had just kicked the football in James’ face–your poor classmate was rubbing his head and the teacher had called to you both. Your voice faintly climbed their way, hearing you say something about it being an ‘accident.’ They watched as James walked away from the field because the teacher sent him to the nurse's office.

Steve contemplated his options. You did look a bit calmer, but he recalled the way you flipped on him. "Yeah,” he breathed out. "I'll do it today."

"You could do it now."

"Now?"

"Mhm,” Carol hummed, crossing her leg over the other and leaning on the level behind her. “He's in Ms. O'Donnell's class, right? She's called in sick today which means they have nothing to do all morning." Carol looked up to a group of seniors beside them on the bleachers. Their math notebooks scattered across the step they were using and they were arguing over an answer. "Hey!" She called, their heads turned to face her. "Is Eddie Munson in your class?"

"Yeah," one of them chuckled at the mention of his name.

"Perfect," she turned back to Steve. "He must be on school grounds then!"

"Fantastic!" Steve stood up, wiping the back of his jeans with his hands before grabbing his gray sweater and slipping it on. 

"Try the drama room first. I'm sure he's setting up his next sacrifice," Tommy laughed.

"Don't let him scare you," Carol giggled.

"Very funny."

It would be a lie to say that Steve's heart didn't race at the idea of finding Eddie sacrificing a rabbit in the middle of the drama classroom. His hand toying with the end of his sleeve as he walked across the empty hallways. 

He passed by the coffee machine in front of the teacher's lounge, hearing chatter from behind the wooden door. The sudden reminder that he was in school and not in the horror film he was creating in his mind brought him back to reality. He shook his head, reminding himself it was just silly high school jokes. Eddie wasn't a cult leader; he probably hadn't even gone to jail for 2 months or had never even done a quarter of what people gave him credit for. 

So, he took a deep breath and arrived in front of the drama room. Peaking through the window, bright, colorful banners were hung on the walls. Papers and posters of plays taped everywhere and he could see a glimpse of the big CATS poster that terrified him: yellow eyes with silhouettes dancing staring into the room. Steve's hand found the courage to rest itself on the handle, he took another breath. 'This was school. Teachers are around. They would notice if something weird was happening in there.' With that thought, he swung the door open.

To his surprise he didn't find the room lit only by candles with Eddie dancing around in a circle and chanting words in a language he didn’t know. There wasn't a rabbit in the middle of the wooden floor, or circles drawn using the poor animal's blood. No dusty books of spells resting beside the non-existent circle or placed in Eddie's hands.

The reality was that a table had been pulled from the back corner where all the props were stuffed in the theatre’s off season. Eddie presided at the head of the table on a large black throne; ornate and gaudy. He recognised it being used in the latest school production of Camelot. Steve had no idea what the play had been about, but he remembered seeing it on stage.

Sitting to his left was a boy he recognized from biology. On the table was a large board that looked exactly like a board game–but Steve couldn't tell what it was. ‘Definitely not Monopoly,’ he thought to himself. 

Figurines in different sizes and various shaped dice were scattered in the middle. Steve never had seen a game with that many dice and definitely hadn't seen that many different shapes–only the average four sided one. The ones like you and Steve would lose as children which resulted in you now only using the same pair for every game. 

The two boys were looking at papers that were scattered between them with pencils in their hands. At the center of the table, a big glass jar that looked right out of a fantasy film was filled with the blue liquid Eddie had stolen from the chemistry classroom a day prior; a big dragon figurine of matching color sitting on the lid.

Steve might have stayed frozen a bit too long because he could start feeling their stares.

"Can we help you?" The boy next to Eddie wondered as Steve’s frozen figure interrupted their work. 

"I um-" Steve blinked the shock out of his eyes. "I wanted to talk to Munson, actually"

Both boys blinked in a similar fashion and a short laugh escaped Eddie's lips.

"How do you even know my name, Harrington?"

"Everyone knows your name," he replied like it was obvious. Like Eddie couldn't do everything he did, or have all of these rumors dancing around him like flies and that people wouldn't know who he was. "I want to ask you something." 

"Shoot," Steve had gained Eddie's curiosity. 

"I want you to ask my sister out." 

"Excuse me?" Eddie blinked in disbelief. Of all the things Steve Harrington could have said, that was not something Eddie had ever thought to think. 

"I will pay you."

"Jesus, Harrington, what kind of fucked up household do you live in?" He turned to his friend whose eyes were wide open upon hearing the request.

"No, please just listen to me," Steve took a step closer. "Our parents made up this new stupid rule where I can't date until she does. And trust me, no one would be brave enough to date her, unless they're getting paid or-" He paused mid-sentence.

"Or they're me?" Eddie took the words out of his mouth, punctuating his sentence with a smile.

"Yes! Exactly! So, what do you say?"

"Is she pretty?"

"What?" Steve surely had seen Eddie steal a cookie from your table not a day before. 

"Your sister,” Eddie reiterated, “you can't just expect me to have low standards."

"Yeah, she's pretty?” Steve felt awkward saying that. “I don't know, man! That's my sister."

"Wait, what's her first name?" Eddie's friend asked.

"Y/n." 

"Oooh yeah, yeah she's really pretty" he nodded and turned his attention back to Eddie. "Y/n? You know, sits next to him in English, protested for women's rights at lunch yesterday? Broke Jeff's nose? You said she was hot once?"

"That's her?" Eddie's face lit up, a large smirk rising on his lips. "How much?" he crossed his arm over his chest. "And I hope it's good money Harrington because it better be worth a broken nose."

"Ten bucks a date." Eddie looked at him blankly.

"Doesn't cover the stitches if she punches my nose and has those pretty rings of hers on."

"Fine. Fifteen. Take it or leave it, trailer park."

"Well, let's think about this,” Eddie leaned back on his throne, “we go to the movies, that's what? Ten bucks? We get popcorn that's um, fifteen. She's going to want coke too right? I assume. So, that's twenty." He looked to his friend for confirmation, "and then well, I would have to drive her, and filling up the tank costs money. So… we're looking at a good fifty bucks a date." 

"That much?" Steve winced. He could already see himself only having the Kudos bar that was probably already half smashed by the weight of his books for lunch, or that Carol had most probably already stolen.

"Yeah," Eddie had a fake sorry look on his face. "You must understand… I'm putting my life on the line for you here."

"Would you do it for less?" Steve turned to Eddie's friend who's eyes widened even more.

"Nah, man. I wouldn't even do it for a hundred." That made Steve's shoulder slump a little more than they already were. He took a second to look at Eddie who was giving him a ‘fifty or nothing' look.

Steve quickly weighed his odds at finding another guy. No one would bite the bait he was dangling, but Eddie Munson had. 

"Alright," Steve got his wallet from his back pocket and started fumbling with the bills, handing everything he had over to Eddie.

"Damn Harrington, you must be really desperate," he chuckled as he counted the money. "When do you want me to ask her out?"

"Today." 

"Desperate and in a rush? Fabulous combination." 

"She finishes soccer at 10:30. You think you could meet her at the bleachers?" Eddie thought for a second, pretending like he was going through all the important things he had to do this morning before answering.

"Yeah, I think I can make it."

~

10:20 - Steve was head deep into the first page of Romeo and Juliet. His butt started hurting from sitting so long on the hard wood of the bleachers, and his stomach was already growling from knowing it won't have much for lunch. And as if his day couldn't get worse, Carol had found the Kudos bar in the bottom of his bag and claimed it as her own; wrapper already in the trash and bar in her stomach. 

"Do you know what Maidenheads mean?" Steve pointed to a word on the page, leaning in towards Tommy. "I'm sure I've seen that word somewhere," he mumbled. "Maybe on one of Y/n's tapes"

Tommy squinted his eyes as he read through the sentence, "are you sure this is even English?"

"Hey, Steve," Carol interrupted, Steve's gaze lifted from the book to meet hers. "Look," she nodded her head up towards the top corner of the bleachers with a smirk on her lips. Steve turned around to look at what was so interesting, and he wasn't disappointed. 

Eddie was smoking in the back corner. His back leaning against the corner wall and his legs laid out on the step. His jacket was balled up next to his black lunch box on the step just below. He was looking at the field, probably trying to spot you.

"You should be happy. He's taking this seriously." 

"Yeah," Steve looked at his watch before closing his book and putting it in his bag. 

"Still can't believe he took fifty bucks from you just for the first date," Tommy snickered as he tossed his cigarette between the openings of the steps. "You're going to be so broke by the end of the month."

"Shut up," Steve whined. The money talk reminded him of the page he kept in his school assigned daily planner. He grabbed it with his pencil case and opened it to the page in question. "How much did I spend on that movie yesterday?" 

"Three dollars"

April 11 - Lunch $7, family video $3.

April 12 - Eddie $50.

He closed his book and neatly placed the little blue elastic around it and stuffed it back in his bag. 

The teacher's whistle made Steve's heart race and his palms started to sweat. Anxiety munching at his stomach as he wondered if Eddie would make him spending fifty dollars worth it, or if the poor guy would have to spend the evening in the emergency room. At least he would have the money to cover it. 

He looked at his watch and then back at the field. You were walking towards your bag; hair moving up and down as you climbed up the steps of the bleachers. From behind your shoulder, he could see Eddie putting out a cigarette and grabbing his jacket.

You were already making your way down and your feet were back on the grass when Eddie caught up to you.

"Hey, sweetheart, how you doin’?"

"Sweating like a pig actually and you?" You turned your head to meet Eddie's surprised eyes. Wiping the sweat off your forehead with your forearm as you gave him a tight-lipped smile. 

"Now that's a way to get a guy's attention," he cheered back.

"My mission in life," you sighed, taking a sip from your water bottle. "You're that guy from The Hideout aren't you?" You narrowed your eyes as you scanned his face. "The one who stole a cookie from us at lunch yesterday.” You knew he was a senior. You hadn't seen him much around school, but you knew you recognized the crazy hair and big brown eyes from somewhere.

"Ah, now I'm very sorry about that. Here wait," he raised his finger, "I'm sure I can compensate for the loss" You watched with a raised eyebrow as he fished for something in his back pocket, his hand coming back up with the cash Steve had handed him. "Ah-ha! Here–take, um, how about twenty?"

You eyed the twenty in his hand and then back up to his eyes. You raised an eyebrow, but he seemed dead serious and determined to give it to you. 

"I don't want your money," you shook your head and pushed his hand away.

"Alright then,” he shrugged and pocketed the money. "If I heard you correctly, you go to The Hideout?" He seemed surprised because he never noticed you there before. And if he could admit it, he surely would have recalled seeing you there. 

"I very much do, yes."

That was the first time you surprised Eddie. 

"You're from that band–um Corroded Coffin? Lead, right? Electric guitar?"

Second time you surprised Eddie.

"What do you want?" You continued before he could neither confirm nor deny, taking the burgundy sweater from your bag as you waited for him to continue.

"Do you want to go out? On a date?"

"I’m busy."

"Great then! Pick you up at five on Thursday?" 

"Oh right, yeah. Totally," you shouldered your bag again and started walking towards the school building.

"Well, you never know. The night might take you places you've never been before," he had that smug smirk you wanted to punch off every boy's face. 

"Yeah, right, like the seven-eleven by Mirkwood?" 

"Mirkwood?" the question barely left his lips that you started speaking again.

"Do you even know my name, screw boy?"

"I know a lot more than you think."

"Doubtful. Very, very, doubtful," you gave him a tight smile before speeding up your walk and leaving him again.

Eddie's gaze flew up to Steve and Tommy who were watching the scene, half hidden and perched up on the bleachers.

"You're so screwed man!" Tommy giggled as he watched the look of defeat on Steve's face and Eddie's apologetic eyes. "So, so screwed." 

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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.”

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Disaster Date - J.Q

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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.

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IMAGINE: Pictures/Stories you'd post if Joseph was your boyfriend ❤❤ PT. 1

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My Year (Eddie Munson x Punk!Reader)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Punk!Reader

Summary: Things take a bad turn when Jason has you and Eddie in his sight.

Word Count: 1,893

Warnings: Violence, Language

A/N: 1.) This was based on this post.

2.) This was supposed to be a drabble but obviously ended up much more

3.) I feel like this is in the same realm as the reader in my main Eddie fic Battle of the Bands that's not done yet. But this can definitely be read as a stand alone. No prior knowledge needed especially for a fic that's not been posted.

It all happened so fast you felt as if your neck would snap from whiplash. In a blur of green and white, Eddie was knocked to the ground as you were grabbed from behind, your arms in a locking grip.

You shouted to your captor to let you go but obviously to no change in his grip. In front of you, Jason is on top of Eddie as they both struggle to gain the upper hand against the other. You continued to fight for your freedom, doing whatever you can to aid your friend.

With A kick to Jason's gut, Eddie pushes him off and rushes to get on his feet. Jason does the same and the onslaught continues. Eddie gets a few hits in with a mighty blow to Jason's cheek bone as his rings give devastating cuts on his mud ridden shiny face. Jason goes again with trying to tackle Eddie but he’s prepared for it this time.

They continue as you can hear them grunting in pain and desperation. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You were supposed to keep Eddie safe, away from everyone who wanted to hurt him or put him away. You promised yourself you would. It was going to be your fault if something were to happen to him and you would never forgive yourself.

They both fall back to the ground continuing their struggle for power but things take a brutal turn as Jason has managed to get Eddie on his back, gripping his Hellfire shirt and throwing punch after punch to Eddie’s face. You try to shake his accomplice off of you but seeing Eddie being beaten, all you can do is sob and cry, scared for his life.

“Jason! Jason please! Don’t do this!” You cry as your pleas are filled with heart and hope that maybe he’ll listen. “Jason you damn asshole! Let him go! He didn’t do anything!”

“Shut up! Don’t you dare say he had nothing to do with it! He had everything to do with Chrissy being dead!” He gives you a side glance and all you can see was the craze and hysteria in his eyes. You knew he was far gone. There was no convincing him.

“If you kill an innocent man tonight then who ends up being the murderer?!” Your eyes are pooling with globs of tears.

“You keep your mouth shut, freak! You and all of your satanic cult members are gonna learn! And if I have to be the one to do it then so be it!” His fists are bruised from how much damage he’s created from making contact with Eddie's already swollen up face. You shout for Eddie’s name hoping that he’s still conscious. You scream and cry, your voice becoming raspy from it.

You suppose that the behavior of Jason was so off brand that his accomplice is watching in shock, never seeing him be this violent. His shock was to your advantage. The distraction that Jason was providing you allowed you to kick his friend's knee back and loosen his grip on you. The second it happened he had fallen forward quickly enough for you two to bud heads. You fall to the ground gripping your head in pain. You try getting back up as fast as you could before Jason's accomplice could and with good measure, you kick him square in the jaw.

Jason takes a pause at his cruelty, pulling Eddie up close to his face. “Just admit it, Munson. You did it. You killed Chrissy.” He takes a moment as he looks into Eddie’s damaged and swollen eyes. “All I can think is why? Why her, hm? To hurt me? To get to me? I bet you made a deal with the devil to come and hurt me, is that right? To destroy all I have and love because you couldn’t stand what I have in life.”

What came next infuriated Jason to the core. Eddie gathers what's left of his bearings from the beatdown he just received and gives Jason the biggest bloody smile that his face would allow. “No wonder Chrissy never came to you about her problems…” He rasps out. “You are the most selfish narcissist I have ever met.” and there, Eddie spits a wad of blood onto Jason's face letting out a weak chuckle.

Growling in fury, Jason winds back his arm to give a final blow to Eddie. Ready to feel another round of pain, Eddie closes his eyes accepting what's to come as he can feel himself starting to pass out but all that happens is him flopping back to the ground. You pounce on Jason pushing him off of your once nemesis.

You knew you had nothing against Jason but with all your might you lay hit after hit against him as he was beneath you. Tears continued to fall letting out all your anger. He tries protecting himself and in your reckless fury, you're caught once again.

He has a hold of your wrists and all you can do is try tugging yourself away. Quickly he's able to flip you over and the second he does, his big hands make their way to wrap around your neck. You grab on to his wrists trying to pull him away. You gasp as much air as you can while you kick your legs. Your hands continue to sporadically try anyway to have him let go. Above you, you can see his hatred filled face stare down at you with snarling teeth.

"You satanic pieces of shit are gonna learn…" Your vision starts prickling at the corners and your hearing starts drowning in a roaring sound.

No getting out of this one. You two would die and people would be spitting on your graves. You would be known as the satanic cultists who went off on a murder spree while Jason would live on to be the town hero without anyone knowing the truth. And the ones who did know would have no way of convincing anyone who you both truly were as people. Just two dumb kids who tried their best to save this town even if they didn't deserve it.

You coughed heavily suddenly feeling air fill your lungs. You knew your neck would be bruised. Dammit, what would you tell your parents after this? Leaning on your elbows you can see two men fighting. One was definitely Jason but the other… Holy shit! It's Harrington! Thank God! You thought to yourself.

You shuffled your way to Eddie pulling his head to your lap. You hated the way he looked. You brushed his hair away from his face. He was bruised and bloody and you knew the amount of pain he'd suffer, something that you never wanted Eddie to go through. You look up to see Steve getting a handle on Jason without getting a few hits himself. You were lucky that the both of you have at least worn him down enough to give Steve the upper hand.

On Steve's end, he can see Jason crumbling from his blows. He grabs a hold of Steve's shirt pulling him in and in a raspy voice asks, "What the hell Harrington?! Are you seriously gonna protect those devil worshiping freaks over the whole town?! They deserve what's coming to them!"

Steve lets out a scoff out of disbelief. Jesus… "Jason, you are way too ignorant and in your head to understand what's really going on right now." This time Steve grabs tightly onto Jason's jacket and pulls him in closer. "I am not going to let you add onto the list of tragedies that happened in this town." And with that, Steve gives Jason a hard blow to the face knocking Jason down to the ground out cold.

Steve huffs out some air as he turns around to see you two on the ground. "Holy shit! Are you guys ok?!" He rushes to you two falling on his knee and holding onto your shoulder looking down with wide eyes at Eddie.

With A croaky voice you respond with slight fear. "I-I'm fine but I really think he needs a doctor…" Steve looks up at you seeing the tears in your eyes.

"Alright! Stay here, I'm gonna bring the car over!" In no time, Steve is up and running towards his car. You look back down, stroking Eddie's face hoping to coax him awake.

Although it hurt, Eddie opened his eyes slowly and a smile spreads on his face. "O-oh man, I gotta be dead…the only reason I'm seeing an angel right now…" You laugh trying to sniffle back the tears in hopes that he didn't see you like this. Still making jokes even when he's in pain was somehow something you expected him to do. And you were glad he did.

Continuing to stroke his hair you try to reassure Eddie. "You don't need to talk Ed, Steve's gonna be here soon."

"No, no. Not when we can finally have some bonding time together before Harrington interrupts."

"You are such an idiot." Somehow Eddie manages to get you to ease up considering the circumstances.

"What? It's true. You may not believe it, but I do like spending time with you and if you'll be nice to me, I can teach you how to steal cars…" He smiles even more

You give him a chuckle. "That would be useful for when I overthrow the government…" You lean down to lay your forehead against his as tears continue to stream down. You were never this happy to see him jovial and full life. You were glad. You were glad he was still alive.

"Hey, you don't need to cry Y/N…I'm fine, I promise." With what strength he has left he lifts his hand to rub your arm.

"I know, I know, it's just… God, I was so scared…" To lose you.

"Out of everything that's been going on, this was the scariest?" he questions. If his face wasn’t so busted up, you could see him lift one of his brows in a quizzical look.

"Shut up…" You laugh as you can feel the tension release from within you.

"Well, just so you know, you little anarchist, I will be making fun of you for this. This is one for the books…. Y/N crying over little ol' me. How sweet."

"You're such a dick, Eddie." You say flicking his exposed ear from his hair.

"Sweetheart, I promise it's the brain damage not me." He smiles. The second he sees your face go solemn he quickly tries to alleviate your mood. "Y/N, I'm kidding I swear. I promise it's just pain."

"I know, I know it's just…These goddamn fascists are gonna get you one way or another and I'm scared for that day. I know we're not best pals but…I'd…" Man, this is harder to admit out loud. "I'd hate to see you go, Munson."

"Well, would you look at that? You've gone sweet on me…" He tries to give you a comforting grip on your arm as he says this next part. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere, Y/N. Don't you remember? It's my year and I'm gonna live it out."

You smile at his words and nod your head. "Yeah, Ed…it's your year and you're gonna make it out."

[forever-rogue]

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.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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!”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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.

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+18 mdni, sorry for any writing mistakes!

"Guess I lied“ | e.m x fem !reader

"Eddie it- fuck! It hurts!“ your voice is nothing but a loud, high-pitched whine and the only sound in your boyfriends messy bedroom. Well that and the sounds of him licking and slurping at your sensitive, already overstimulated pussy. It‘s been a good hour since Eddie started eating you out, since he told you "It’d only be 5 minutes, promise“.

Well you should‘ve known it. Once Eddie starts eating you out, he can’t just stop after you came. He needs more. He almost gets obsessed with your taste on his tongue, your shaking legs around his head, the way your body reacts to his touch and good god your voice. He loves your voice so much. It’s the prettiest melody he‘s ever heard.

" 'M sorry baby but you just taste too fucking good. I need more. Just one more round 'kay?" His eyes meet yours from between your legs. His mouth and chin are covered in your juices, arousal and his spit. God he’s so messy. It’s so hot. But it’s never just "one more round“ he keeps getting greedier, greedier and greedier for you. A soft sigh escapes your lips and you let your head flop back on the pillow beneath you. "You said 5 minutes Ed‘s. You even promised“ you pout slowly even though you think Eddie can’t quite see it.

You expect him to answer you with a low "sorry baby“ followed by a soft kiss to your inner thigh, but instead you feel his tongue flick your sensitive bud. A devilish grin takes place on Eddie‘s lips when he sees your reaction, as he kisses your pussy again.

"Well, guess I lied ;)"

masterlist

[storiesforallfandoms]

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.

[sweet-villain]

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.

[spideyanakin]

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

series masterlist 🌻

"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..."

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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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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.”

[joekeeryswife]

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[itsoutrageouss]

Can you do an Eddie x reader angst where reader is a cheerleader that has a MASSIVE crush on Eddie. She asked him out but because she’s a cheerleader he thinks it a joke and mocks her etc

a/n: hey sweetheartss- thank you so fkn much for all the love on my last Eddie post. This is sorta similar but a different scenario- hope you enjoy <3

warnings: kinda mean!eddie in the beginning obv, reader feeling humiliated, super mega fluffy cute ending!!!!

Nice fucking try - e. m.

—☕️

He was never at any of the games- which fair enough, why would he be?

Yet you couldn’t help the disappointment when you scanned the crowd for a specific mop of curls with no luck. You had practiced the fuck out of this routine and yet no one would probably be looking at you- they’d all look at chrissy instead.

It was like this often. You’d search for Eddie, and when you finally caught him, you’d sit and watch his sporadic movements and tales, admiring him from afar. He had sent a couple of sweet smiles your way; that was your only lifeline to him and you being a possibility. You were a cheerleader after all, and you knew how the basket team treated people like Eddie. You knew he probably thought the same of you but you were aching to prove him otherwise.

You had to do something about the way your heart was on fire for him, a bird beating itself to death in a cage, a moth around a lamppost- you couldn’t keep letting it burn until there was only ashes left.

You knew he had his usual hellfire club meeting today, and suddenly the routine you were doing was the least of your concerns- you even stepped on someone’s toes in the process but it didn’t matter. You were going for it. You were gonna give him the sweetest smile and the most sincere smile and ask Eddie Munson on a date, no matter what any of your friends thought. No matter to what depths your social status would go. You would risk it for him, you were head over heels after all.

After changing quickly while ignoring the annoyed look from your friends ‘cause of your routine slip up, you hurried to the hellfire club room.

Rocking back and forth in your converse, you leaned against a locker while fiddling with the strap of your gym bag. No sooner did the door fling open and several members left the room, mainly ignoring you or giving you a suspicious side-eye, except Mike who waved to you, since you knew Nancy. She was one of the few people who you trusted with your feelings about Eddie. When all had left, you stepped inside to see Eddie packing up from the campaign.

You didn’t say anything, heart suddenly in your throat and palms sweaty. The fabric of his white t-shirt was stretching over his back and he reached over the table, not yet noticing your presence.

“Eddie?” You asked softly, but he still jumped at your voice, a few dices clattering to the ground. The room was ominously lit, casting amber shadows over his pretty face.

“Uh, yes?” He asked slightly confused- suspicion already bleeding from his tone. He picked the dice off of the floor and continued to pack everything away while you stood.

“I uhm- well I don’t know if you know my name-“

“- y/n, yeah. I know.” He grumbled, not seeming particularly interested in what you had to say. You tried not to let it defeat the courage that had etched into your skin, dripping on your tongue.

“Was it a good… campaign?” You asked with a weary voice. You had secretly picked up a little starter guide to the dice game Eddie seemed so passionate about, to try and understand him better.

He scoffed. What kind of fucking foolery was the jocks up to now?

He didn’t even bother replying, knowing that wasn’t the reason you were here, was probably a fucking trick question already. You cheerleaders were like little heathens.

When he didn’t reply you felt your face flush in embarrassment- had you said something wrong?

“Okay well uh- I was wondering if,” you stuttered, fumbled over all your words as you kept fidgeting with your bag. The bird in the cage surely almost done for. The moth was growing tired.

“- if you’d like to do something with me sometime? Like hangout? On- on a date or something like that?” You asked. Your voice was breathy and the words came out a lot faster and unsure than you would’ve liked.

Finally he diverted his attention to you, his figure turning torturously slow, a finger raised in the air in front of him. “You’re asking me out?” He asked incredulously. He didn’t believe they would try such an old trick on him.

“Nice fucking tryyyy Princess,” he said loudly, voice dragging out the words- in case any of your friends were on the other side of the door laughing their asses off.

“What, you’d take me out to a nice dinner, laugh at my jokes and let me take you home to my scrappy little trailer? Is that what you want?” He laughed humourlessly, tongue rolling around his cheek while he stalked towards you.

“I- I mean that sounds fine to me?” You tried, voice more unsteady than ever. You couldn’t tell what was happening but the bird and the moth were lying helplessly in your heart and hot tears tickled the corners of your eyes.

“That sounds fine to you? I’m not falling for this shit, little witch. Run back to your friends, will ya?” He didn’t even spare you another glance as he finished cleaning the table and flung his leather jacket on.

You stood motionless, throat bobbing in an effort not to cry. He hadn’t just rejected you, he had completely misjudged you with no after thought- discarded you because of prejudices. You stormed out of the room with a horrible mix of rage and shame washing over you.

—☕️

“Something sick happened when all you little sheep left hellfire yesterday,” Eddie began as he placed his lunch tray drown dramatically. He glared over to the jocks table, surprised to instead find you sitting alone, sulking.

“What’s up?” Dustin asked curiously, biting into his apple.

“Little miss y/l/n tried to ask me out yesterday. Tried to humiliate me- but this mighty fucking game master didn’t fall for it,” he said almost proudly, digging into his lunch.

“Woah she asked you out? Was that why she was outside hellfire?” Mike said, voice borderline serious in a way that caught both Dustin and Eddies attention.

“Yes, so? Was expecting me to waltz right into that little trap,” he scoffed.

“Y/n asked you out? Dude she likes you! Seriously- I heard Nance and her talking about it a couple weeks ago in the car. She’s like over the moon for you, man.” Mike gestured around wildly to punctuate his words and their meaning.

Eddie stopped eating instantly, whatever was in his hand clattering to the tray as he looked over to your hunched figure again- head down, not eating, not talking.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck- please tell me you’re joking kid.” He tried desperately, looking between Mike and Dustin who didn’t waver at all. “Nope. No joke. Can’t stop talking about you I swear.”

Eddie buried his head in his hands.

A pretty, nice cheerleader had asked him out- had a fucking crush on him and he mocked her like that? Scared her away? The realisation hit him like a ton of bricks as he dragged his palms over his face and through his hair, reliving the whole experience yesterday; how nervous you had been, how you asked him about this campaign.

Before his mind could prepare him more, he jumped from his seat and ran through the cafeteria, nearly stumbling and drawing all eyes to him as usual.

You looked up, throat twisting into knots as you saw Eddie sit, literally, on his knees on the floor next to the bench where you sat in your solitude.

“Y/n-“ he said, almost out of breath. His eyes were so big and soft, so pleading and glossy, it touched your heart despite the way he broke it yesterday.

“Y/n I’m so sorry. I thought you were messing with me yesterday. Thought it was some kind of joke from your friends or- I didn’t- I didn’t know you meant it but Mike-“ he breathed again, pausing. Everyone was looking at the two of you, your eyes wide at his hasty, guilty confessions.

“Hey, hey-“ you said, placing a hand on his shoulder “-lets uh- go somewhere else, hm?” You tried, standing from the bench. He swallowed loudly before looking around.

“Yeah, yeah okay,” he breathed. When he looked at you then, he swore there was a gleam of something in your eyes.

It was hope.

You took his warm hand and dragged him out into the hall, ignoring the mocking from where your former friends sat. Where you used to be.

Eddie stuck his tongue out devilishly as you passed them before disappearing into the silent hall with you.

“Hi,” you said then, a soft smile splaying on your lips. It made Eddie’s insides flutter, knowing you were being genuine.

“Hey,” he replied with a huff, a broad grin adorning his features now too.

“I’m sorry-“ he began again but you cut him off quickly; his dramatic cafeteria gesture was enough of an apology to you, and you couldn’t even blame him for thinking like that with you being a part of the cheer squad.

“It’s okay, Eddie. I know I don’t seem like the type, but I promise you I- I think I really like you,” you confessed nervously, eyes darting around the tile floor “and I’m not friends with those dickheads anymore. Swear.”

The bird was beating around the cage, wilder and wilder and the moth dances excitedly around the bright burning lamppost.

“So the offers still- its still on?” He asked hopefully. You couldn’t possibly resist those puppy dog eyes he flashed you, the way his hands fidgeted with the rings adorning his slender fingers.

You nodded eagerly, not daring to believe any of this was really happening. “I’m not much for dinners, though” you added. He laughed. A warm sound you could see yourself getting very used to.

“Me neither. We’ll figure something out, hm?” He asked rhetorically, head tilting to the side to peer down at your hopeful face. Your expression made the guilt from yesterday wash away from his conscience, albeit slowly. God you were gorgeous, and he had half a mind to believe he was dreaming in this moment.

“It’s a date, then.” You stated. Before he could reply, you raised to your tiptoes and kissed his cheek gently.

A furious red blush crept up on his cheek and neck, his lips parted in surprise.

“Yeah. Yeah, it’s uh- it’s a date,” he smiled, flustered as he squeezed your hand.

So damn gorgeous, he thought.