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Need You Tonight- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: The entire town thinks you and Eddie are dating so why aren't the two of you? Based on this request by @friendly-neighborhood-ghoul : Eddie idiots to lovers smut request!! You and Eddie are best friends and have been forever. You and Eddie tease back and forth casually; most people think you are already in a relationship together, but no. You both wish you were, however, because you are both in love with each other. You are at his place smoking, and you decide to serenade and tease him to N.I.B by Black Sabbath. While watching you, Eddie realizes it’s time to make a move; it’s now or never!! Words: 3.1k Warnings: SMUT (18+, minors dni), fingering, p in v sex, slight angst but not much, drug use

You dump the videos on the table in front of Steve who picks them up to check you out.

‘These movies are terrible, you know?’ Steve says as he looks through them.

‘Yeah but they’re great when you're stoned.’ You laugh slightly.

‘You hanging with Eddie tonight then?’

‘Yeah, just the usual.’ You shrug.

‘Well, what are the two of you doing on Saturday?’ Steve asks as he hands the videos over to you.

‘Not much, I don’t think. Eddie’s got band practice but nothing else. Why?’

‘Well I’m going out with this girl and she’s not completely comfortable with going out alone so I said I would make it a double date.’

‘Okay, we can do that but why me and Eddie?’ You ask confused.

‘Because you guys are one of the only couples I know.’ Steve shrugs and you gawk at his words.

‘Couple? Me and Eddie aren’t dating.’ You look at Steve with a frown.

‘Yes you are, everyone in town knows it.’

‘Everyone aside from me and Eddie apparently.’

‘So even though you’re both totally into each other, you’re just friends?’ Steve smirks at you.

‘Eddie doesn’t like me.’ You sigh.

‘He calls you babe, he’s always touching you, he flirts with you. How does he not like you exactly?’ Steve said, rolling his eyes.

‘That’s just him being friendly. He’s my best friend.’ You shrug.

‘Yeah and he acts like that around his other friends?’

‘I’m his best friend, of course, he acts differently around me.’

‘Okay, well just stay in denial.’

‘I will. I’ll see you later.’ You said walking out. As you made your way over to your car you saw Gareth walking towards you.

‘Hey, Gar!’ You yell out.

‘Oh hey, how are you?’

‘I’m good. Umm quick question, you know I’m single, right?’

‘You and Eddie broke up? When did that happen?’ He looked at you shocked.

‘We didn’t break up, we’ve never dated.’

‘Huh, I was sure you guys started dating like 2 years ago.’ Gareth said looking confused.

‘Nope, I think I’d know if we had.’

‘Wow, weird. And to think Jeff wanted to ask you to Homecoming.’ Gareth said, before his eyes widened, realising he probably shouldn’t have told you that.

‘Yeah, I wouldn’t have said yes, anyway. I love Jeff but as a friend.’ That and the massive crush you had on Eddie meant you just couldn’t develop feelings for another guy no matter how hard you tried.

‘Well, I’ve got to run. I’m meeting Eddie.’ You tell Gareth, walking towards your car.

‘Eddie, your not boyfriend?’ Gareth laughs as you unlock your car door.

‘Yes, my not boyfriend. Bye.’ You tell him as you get into your car and head towards the trailer park.

‘Guess what?’ You say as you burst into Eddie’s trailer.

‘Hello to you too.’ Eddie said, looking up from where he sat on the couch.

‘Hey.’ You say placing the bag with snacks and movies on the counter in the kitchen area.

‘So what was so important you couldn’t even be bothered saying hi to your best friend?’

‘Okay so Steve was working at the video store today-‘

‘So the same as every other day.’ Eddie cut you off.

‘Yeah, now don’t interrupt me.’ You lightly hit him on the chest and he reacts in mock pain, making you roll your eyes. ‘So he asks if I want to go on a double date with him with my boyfriend.’

‘You have a boyfriend and you told Steve but not me!’ Eddie said, genuinely annoyed that you hadn’t told him about your boyfriend. He was your best friend, not Steve.

‘No, I don’t have a boyfriend but Steve thought I did and he thought it was you.’ Eddie stared at you for a moment before bursting out laughing. You tried to keep the disappointed look off your face. You knew Eddie didn’t want to date you but finding the idea that the two of you were dating funny hurt.

‘God, Harrington can be such a dumbass sometimes.’ Eddie laughed.

‘Well, he’s not the only one cause I ran into Gareth afterwards and apparently the whole of Hellfire thinks we're dating.’ You cross your arms. Was the idea of dating you really that bad?

‘But Gareth knows that-‘ Eddie quickly cut himself off.

‘Gareth knows what?’ You glare at him suspiciously.

‘Nothing, nothing. Anyway, you wanna go smoke because I’ve got a new strain that I want to try?’ Eddie rambles on.

‘Fine but don’t think I’m letting you off that easy.’ You say walking through to Eddie’s bedroom and kicking off your shoes before flopping down on the bed. Eddie follows closely behind you and heads over to his dresser, digging around until he finds the small box containing his personal supply. He pulls out a bag and some rolling papers throwing them over to you.

‘You roll, I’ll put on some music.’ He heads over to his cassette collection, looking through it.

‘Fine, I’m better at rolling than you anyway.’ You shoot back, smiling slightly as you work on rolling the joint.

‘Yeah, that’s why if you could roll a couple extra for me to smoke later that would be great.’ He looks back at you and smiles. You roll your eyes but Eddie knows you’ll do it for him.

‘Sabbath, okay?’ He asks pulling out a cassette and putting it in the player.

‘Do I really have a choice?’ You ask as you light up the now rolled joint, holding it in your mouth as you roll some more.

‘Nope.’ Eddie said, flopping down next to you and pulling the joint out your mouth, taking a hit. You weren’t complaining about the music choice. You liked Sabbath. You just liked joking around with Eddie even more.

‘Can you give me a hit while I’m rolling for you?’ You ask Eddie, who obliges, holding the joint in front of your face, as you put your lips around it.

‘God, I’ve got your spit on me now. The things I do for you.’ Eddie sighs, dramatically wiping his hand on his jeans.

‘First of all, my mouth was nowhere near your hand. Second of all, according to half of Hawkins, you are my boyfriend.’ You smile at him, placing the bag now full of pre-rolled joints on his bedside table and turning to face him.

‘Don’t say that.’ Eddie grimaces, looking away from you.

‘Wow, the idea of dating me that bad?’ You ask, grabbing the joint from him. You had no idea what was in this strain but it was hitting you hard and you felt all your inhibitions melting away.

‘No!’ Eddie protested loudly, turning back to look at you. ‘It’s just that you’re you, you know?’

‘No, I don’t know.’ You could see how red Eddie was but you couldn’t stop teasing him.

‘You’re my best friend, the girl I’ve been hanging around with for like ten years. I wouldn’t want to you know. God stop looking at me with that smirk on your face.’ Eddie said pushing your face away from him as you laughed.

‘Okay, I’ll stop. It’s just funny to see you all flustered.’ You hand the joint back over to him and the two of you sit and smoke in a comfortable silence.

‘So what does Gareth know?’ You eventually ask him and he immediately turns bright red again.

‘Damn, I thought you’d have forgotten about that.’ Eddie said rubbing the back of his neck.

‘I don’t forget anything. I still remember the bicycle incident.’ You playfully glared at him.

‘We were 13!’ He yells.

‘Yeah and I’m pretty sure I lost my virginity thanks to that.’ You joke back.

‘I’m pretty sure you lost your virginity in the back seat of Todd Martin’s car.’ He shoots back.

‘Well, yeah officially but stop changing the topic and tell me.’ You poke him in the side causing him to wiggle away from you.

‘It’s nothing honestly.’ You pout at him.

‘I thought we told each other everything but now you're telling me there’s stuff that Gareth knows about you that I don’t.’

‘No, it was just something stupid.’ He shrugs.

‘Wait we were talking about how relationships, do you have a girlfriend I don’t know about or something?’ You ask offended. If Eddie was in a relationship it would break your heart but it would break it even more if he had kept it hidden from you.

‘God no, nothing like that. You know none of the girls in this town would date me.’ Eddie sighed. You wanted to scream at him that you would but you didn’t.

‘Who gives a fuck about girls in this town? They don’t deserve to date the great Eddie Munson.’ You were included in that. You were nowhere near good enough to date someone as amazing as him.

‘Well, there is one girl.’ Eddie murmurs, so quiet you almost miss it but you don’t.

‘So you like someone then. Who?’ You sit up, wanting to know who had managed to capture his attention.

‘It’s no one. It’ll never happen so it doesn’t matter.’ He shrugs and you look over at him.

‘You don’t know that.’

‘Believe me, I do.’

‘Tell me who it is, I guarantee she’s into you as well.’

‘Absolutely not.’

‘Please’ You pout at him.

‘No.’ You don’t know if it’s the weed in your system that makes you bold but you move over to straddle his lap, tickling his sides.

‘Tell me.’ You ask as he squirms beneath you. He continues to say that he won’t tell you as you tickle him mercilessly. You suddenly stop, realising how close your face is to his, so close that you can feel his breath on your face. You stared into his eyes, willing him to lean in slightly and connect your lips.

‘I really like this song.’ Eddie mumbles, breaking you out of your trance.

‘Yeah me too.’ You say. You start to sing along quietly to the song, not getting off Eddie’s lap. Eddie laughs quietly and you also start to smile, dancing slightly as you sing, running your hands along Eddie’s chest. You knew this was a bad idea, that you were making your feelings obvious to Eddie and it would change your friendship forever. But you didn’t care.

Eddie’s hands suddenly moved up to your hips and gripped them hard, stopping your movement. He sat up, looking you in the eye as he repositioned you on his lap.

‘The girl I like-‘ Eddie whispers, pressing your foreheads together, ‘-is you.’ Your breath hitched. You couldn’t believe that Eddie liked you too. You wanted to pinch yourself to see if this was real and not a dream.

‘Please respond.’ Eddie said, nervousness lacing his voice.

‘I like you too, Eddie. I have for a long time.’ That was all it took for Eddie to respond, leaning in and kissing you hard. You immediately kissed back, moving one of your hands to wrap in his hair. You parted your lips and he slipped his tongue into your mouth, one of his hands moving to grip your thigh hard. You moved your hips against him, grinding slightly as he moaned into your mouth pulling away from you.

‘Don’t do that.’ He breathes out, his hands still gripping you hard.

‘Why not?’ You frowned, had you taken it too far?

‘Because if you do I won’t be able to control myself.’

‘What if I want you to lose control?’ That’s all it took for him to react, leaning in and kissing you again. His hands slid under your shirt, moving to grip your breasts through your bra. He started to palm them hard, as he moves his lips down to your neck, sucking hard as you groaned out. You moved your hands from his neck, down to the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head. Eddie reached to pull off his own shirt, grinning slightly as you moved your hands back to undo your bra, sliding it off.

‘Fuck, you’re tits are even more perfect than I imagined.’ Eddie groaned out as he stared down.

‘So you imagined what my tits looked like?’ You smirked as you ran your hands up his chest, placing them on his shoulders.

‘Yeah, so many times.’ He admitted, clearly holding himself back as he stared at your tits.

‘Well then, stop resisting.’ You leaned forward, kissing his neck down to his chest tattoos. He moved his hands back to your tits playing with them as you kept pressing kisses all over his chest. He moved one of his hands to grip your hair, lightly pulling you away from him as he bowed his head down to kiss your breasts. He pressed kisses in a circle around your nipple before taking your nipple into his mouth, sucking hard. You started to grind on him again as you moaned, feeling his hardness pressing into your jean-covered crotch. You wanted so desperately to reach down and undo your jeans.

‘Eddie, baby, please.’ You whined out, pressing your crotch into him harder. He removed his mouth from your nipple, smirking up at you.

‘What do you want?’ He asks, his hands moving to toy with the button on your jeans.

‘Fuck me, touch me, anything.’ He unbuttoned your jeans, pulling them down slightly. You moved off his lap slightly to kick them off. Eddie ran a finger over your underwear, letting out a light groan as he felt how wet you were. He pushed your underwear to the side, moving his finger to rub your clit slowly. You moaned, leaning forward and pressing your face into his shoulder, biting down slightly. He sped up the pace on your clit, rubbing in circles. You continued to moan, your pussy clenching as you felt your orgasm building. You had always known Eddie would be skilled with his fingers but you didn’t think he would bring you to orgasm this fast. He removed his fingers from your clit but it was only for a moment, his thumb pressing against you as he slid his fingers inside you.

‘Fuck, Eddie.’ You moaned out as his fingers moved at a steady pace in and out of you. You moved your head from his shoulder, kissing him hard, moving your hand down to palm him through his jeans. You groaned loudly, feeling yourself coming closer and closer to your orgasm, your hand that wasn’t on his crotch, digging into his shoulder, leaving crescent-shaped marks.

‘You going to come for me, baby?’ He asked, pulling away from your lips. You nodded slightly, whimpering as he sped up the movements on your clit. You felt yourself clench around his fingers as you came hard, moaning out his name as you did so. He slowly moved his fingers in and out of you, before pulling them out of you, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean as you rested your head on his shoulder and you breathed heavily. Eddie wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

You should still feel his hardness pressing into you and you lifted your head up, pressing your lips against his hard. You moved your hands down, undoing his jeans and pulling them down slightly along with his underwear, revealing his hard cock.

‘Babe, you don’t have to.’ Eddie said pulling away from you.

‘I know, I want to.’ You licked your palm, moving it down to pump his cock a few times, as he groaned out. You wanted to move down and feel his cock in your mouth but even more so you wanted him inside you.

‘You got a condom?’ You asked as you kept jerking him with your hand.

‘Yeah, fuck, just let me.’ He reached over to his bedside table, rummaging around in his drawer for a moment before pulling out the foil package. He ripped it open, and you removed your hand from his cock as he rolled the condom down while you pulled your underwear off, throwing them somewhere in the room. Once it was on properly he leaned forward and pressed a kiss again your lips. You lifted your hips up, rubbing against him slightly, before grabbing his cock and lining him up with your hole, pushing down. You both moaned as you felt him fill you up. Once he was fully inside you, you sat still on his lap, adjusting to the feeling of him inside you. You slowly started to move your hips against him, placing your hands on his shoulders to support yourself as you pulled your hips up and down.

‘Your pussy feels so good.’ Eddie groaned out as you squeezed around him. He moved his hips up to match your thrusts. He gripped your hips tight, moving forward to suck your breasts again, biting the flesh slightly, leaving marks. You dug your nails into his shoulders and you sped up your pace, bouncing on him.

‘Fuck Eddie, touch my clit, please.’ You groaned out and he obliged, his thumb pressing into you as you threw your head back in a moan. You felt your second orgasm of the night building, the feeling of Eddie’s cock hitting your g-spot and his finger on your clit too much. You moved your hand to grip Eddie’s chin, pulling him away from your tits and pressing his lips to yours. You felt yourself clench around Eddie’s cock and you moaned out loudly against his lips as you come hard. The feeling of you clenching around him send him over the edge and he threw his head back groaning as he came inside the condom.

He flopped back down on the bed, breathing heavily. You pulled your off of him, groaning lightly at the loss. You adjusted yourself slightly, laying down on top of Eddie as he wrapped his arms around you. You lay there comfortably in the silence for a moment before Eddie spoke up.

‘Fuck, we are so going that again.’ He groaned out. ‘I mean if you want to.’ He quickly corrected.

‘Of course, I want to.’ You tell him, looking up at him.

‘So do you also want to go on a date sometime?’ He looked at you sweetly with those big brown eyes.

‘Yeah, definitely, more than anything.’ You say, leaning up to kiss him lightly.

‘Great, I’ll take you out Saturday?’ He asks wrapping his arms around even tighter as you nodded, excited for your date.

‘Aw, fuck.’ You say, realising something.

‘What?’ Eddie said with fear in his eyes. Fear that you were about to tell him that you couldn’t date him.

‘I just told everyone we aren’t dating, now we are.’ You smiled up at him as he relaxed slightly.

‘Well guess we’re just going to have to tell them differently.’ He said, leaning down to kiss your forehead lightly.

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Pangs of Jealousy (Joseph Quinn)

Author's Notes: A fic about Joseph not wanting his girlfriend to go out for the evening, and wanting her all to himself. Something I write about often I find! Please let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Established relationship, Mentions of drinking, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut * (oral sex - female receiving, unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how) MINORS DNI

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Joseph didn't consider himself to be the jealous type. He was very aware that he had a beautiful, sexy woman on his arm who looked good in a tight black dress. But he was also aware it was him that got to take it off her at the end of the evening and touch the body beneath. So he didn't get too bothered when other men gawked at his girlfriend.

That night, though, he felt pangs of jealousy course through his body as she readied herself for a night out with her girlfriends. He felt territorial as she wiggled by him, the soft feminine scent of her perfume invading his nostrils and he was up off the couch, following her into the bathroom before he knew it.

"That dress is a little tiny, isn't it?" Joseph grumbled as he leaned against the door frame and eyed her backside and thighs in her mini dress.

"Do you think it's too short? I wore a shorter dress to the Stranger Things premiere. Can you see my butt?" She questioned as she turned around to view her backside.

"It's just tight, short. You look really good." He muttered as he scanned her body, thinking filthy things about her so she wouldn't leave. He had never seen that dress before. Why did her girlfriends get to spend the night with her in such a beautiful, sexy dress?

"Thank you. I was thinking about wearing those clear stilettos that I have." She smiled as she turned around to face him.

"The ones you..you wear for me?" Joseph questioned as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked over to her.

"You don't think it will look nice?" She whispered as he stood in front of her.

"Those shoes are for me. Those are for when you dance for me, strip your lingerie or feel extra sexy when you suck my -" Joseph smiled as she covered his mouth with her hand.

"Joseph Quinn!" She gasped with a smile as she covered his mouth.

"I'm just saying, those specific shoes are for me. And I'm not out with you tonight." Joseph smirked as he gently removed her hand from his mouth by her wrist. He pressed his body to hers, his hips pinning hers to the vanity.

"Are you a little bit jealous, baby?" She draped her arms over his shoulders, watching his body language.

"Maybe. Skin is so soft, honey." He mumbled as he knelt down in front of her, his hands caressing her thighs. He kissed the inside of either knee, pushing up the hem of her dress as he kissed his way up to the noticeable little wet spot on her panties.

"Joseph, don't start. Baby, no. I have to go!" She breathed out with a laugh as he rubbed his nose through her folds over her panties, inhaling her scent.

"Smell so good. Can I have a taste before you leave me to my own devices for hours? Just left to think about you and your heavenly cunt being wrapped around me all night, wishing I had you screaming for me and tearing our sheets off the bed. Nothing but your stilettos on." Joseph mumbled as he kissed her heat over her panties, his fingertips tracing patterns down her thighs.

"You can, baby. I love your mouth." She whimpered as she tugged his hair then pulled her panties to the side for him.

"So pretty. Fuck. I really can't let you leave now. Look at you, so wet." He grunted as he lapped at her folds and gripped the backs of her thighs to keep her steady. He growled into her pussy as he lifted her left thigh over his shoulder, nuzzling his face deeper into her core.

"Baby." She moaned out loud, her voice echoing off the bathroom walls while she tugged his hair.

"You wanted me, too? Fuck, honey. I need you so badly." Joseph grunted as he stood up again, his chin slick with her arousal while he pushed her dress up to her hips.

"I feel it. Take me to bed, baby." She whispered with a lick of his chin, making him groan.

Joseph took hold of her thighs and lifted her up, carrying her to their bedroom and laying her on their bed still unmade from the morning. He tore his shirt over his head before he dropped to his hands above her again.

"Don't leave me tonight. Stay here. Let me make love to you all night long." Joseph breathed out as he pulled the cups of her dress down to expose her breasts before he reached for his belt.

"All night?" She whispered as she helped pull his jeans down over his backside, kissing the corners of his mouth.

"As long as you can handle me." Joseph nodded before he slipped his tongue in her mouth. He positioned himself between her thighs, his crown ready at her wet hole. He groaned as she spread her thighs wider for him, giving him silent consent to go inside.

She welcomed him back with a tight, wet warmth. Joseph watched as her eyes rolled back, her nails sinking deep into his backside as she whined into his mouth.

"My love, you feel so good. Look so beautiful." Joseph panted as he twisted the sheets in his fists and slowly built a firm, loving pace.

"You feel good. I love you, baby." She whimpered into his mouth as she scratched his back and lifted her hips to his.

"I love you so much, honey. So fucking good to me. Pussy is heavenly." Joseph growled as he pulled her hair a little, making her gasp and squirm around beneath him.

"M'gonna cum, baby." She gasped as he snapped his hips forward and nudged her sweet spot.

"Such a sensitive thing. So in love with you. Cum for me, gorgeous." Joseph panted as he kept his pace firm, aiming for her gspot on every thrust.

She came around him with babbled nonsense, her nails scratching down his back and surely leaving deep marks. Joseph growled from deep in the pit of his stomach as he rode through to his own orgasm, watching her pretty face as she fell apart for him again.

"Oh my god, honey. You're squeezing the life outta me. Fuck. M'gonna cum. Fuck, fuck." Joseph panted as he pounded at her gspot then released inside of her. He dropped his forehead to hers and slipped his tongue in her mouth, moaning as the aftershock coursed through his body.

"Baby." She sobbed into his kiss as she rolled her body into his through her orgasm.

"I know, honey. I know." Joseph cooed as he kissed her forehead and gently pulled out of her quivering little hole. He kissed all over her face and neck while she shivered beneath him, whimpering pathetically through her orgasm.

"You got me all sticky, baby." She whined as he nuzzled his face into her neck.

"That's how I like you. Sticky, full of my cum, whiney and fucked out like this. You're so beautiful, honey." Joseph mumbled as he kissed her neck and shoulder, running his hands over her thighs.

"And you're so jealous." She hummed with a soft tug of his hair.

"Fine. I'm jealous."

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[redheadspark]

can you write something based on joe's interview with jimmy fallon? where he asks about your relationship (you are also part of the cast of stranger things), And joe is so cute talking about you and the audience loves that. thank you ❤️

A/N: This is CUTE! I love this idea!! Thanks for this anon!

Star Struck

Summary: You loved watching you boyfriend make his television debut, but you weren't expecting to get a shout out on national television.

Warnings: Pure fluff!

You're gonna kill it tonight, babe! I'll be watching from home!

Love you and I wish you were here!

You placed your phone down and watched on bated breath as your boyfriend was on TV, national TV mind you, with his first talk show appearance. You were at the hotel in New York, watching in your pajamas at the screen illuminated Joe's face next to Jimmy Fallon. This was a huge deal, not just because he was there with Jimmy Fallon and millions were watching it at the same time, but he has never done a talk show before.

Joe was a nervous wreck, that's for sure.

His role as Eddie Munson launched him into the stratosphere of stardom, becoming one of the most popular characters in Stranger Things and in Netflix history. Even though he made it through just one season of the hit show, he still made a splash. A big enough splash to be in a talk show over in America.

He asked you to come with him to the US, finding you to be the best moral support for him because this was a huge deal. You didn't mind coming, just as excited for him to be on TV and to talk about Stranger Things. You two met on set and hit it off instantly, you thought he was the kindest man you've ever met and quite funny too.

It felt like a fever dream, seeing him laughing with Jimmy Fallon and the audience clapping for him. Sure he looked nervous, but he deserved every second on that screen.

"So, its' gotta be hard walking down the street and being out and about without someone yelling at you or calling you Eddie, right?" Jimmy asked as you leaned back against the pillows in your hotel room. Joe laughed and nodded his head, rubbing the back of his neck nervously and almost having a flushed of redness on his neck.

"Umm, it is yeah. I find it hard to walk down the street every once in awhile, especially back in London. But I don't mind it at all, really! The fans are so lovely with me and very kind, I don't get bombarded with then a lot when I'm out and about. Especially when I'm with my girlfriend and--"

"Woah woah woah!" Jimmy said in a shout as the audiences screamed and clapped. Your heart stopped for moment when Joe mentioned you, Joe grinning from ear to ear while the studio erupted in sound and exclamation.

"You're a taken man?!" Jimmy asked, Joe just nodding his head almost sheepishly as Jimmy gasped in a joking tone, "Joe, you're breaking hearts all over now, man!"

"I know, I know! But my girlfriend is an amazing woman" Joe explained, you sitting up a bit and watched his eyes. The sincerity and calmness was there since you were the topic, which felt like a surreal dream sine this was live television. Joe took in a long breath, almost looking dreamy.

"How long have you two been together?" Jimmy asked, seemingly interested in the topic of Joe having a girlfriend.

"We met on set during Stranger Things actually," Joe answered, his voice no longer nervous but smooth and calm. As if he was talking to you, "She was an extra, my first scene I filmed was in the cafeteria at Hawkins High. We both started taking between takes and.....I thought she was amazing and lovely,"

The audience melted, "Awwww" was heard in the crowd as you were smiling sheepishly from ear to ear.

"It was nice talking to her between takes and at the end of a long day, we're both homebodies and we love music since we have the same tastes in genres. Plus she's witty and can make me laugh, which I found quite attractive if I do say so myself," Joe went on with Jimmy, his face was lit up so warm and so relaxed as he was speaking about you. You were thinking back to those moments on set, meeting him for the first time in his wig and shaking hands. He was just as smart, you two talking about bands and concerts you went to before the Pandemic hit.

Your talks went into conversations, then longer talked outside his trailer at the end of the day and even meeting up for coffee on days off. Those were the best moments with him, laughing so hard from a joke or just drinking in each other's company.

"Who knew finding love on the set of a 80's horror show would ever happen?!" Jimmy asked in a joking tone, the rest of the audience laughing as Joe did too.

"It's quite the love story on set for sure, but I do love her and I find meeting her was the best thing out of the whole experience. Even though the show and all of it was great, but still.... meeting my girlfriend on Stranger Things was the cherry on top," Joe confessed in a sheepish shrug, the audience once again melting from his words. You felt like you could meet yourself, all that love you had for him magnified tenfold as he was talking about you, to millions of people watching the show, and expressing how he loved you and adored you.

Within a minute, your phone was blowing up from the other co-stars of the show, they must have been watching too since they were reaching out to you to see and hear your reaction. But you were letting your phone ring text after text, you eyes were on your boyfriend as they moved onto a new topic.

No, he wasn't just a boyfriend. The love of your life was more like it.

The End.

Sequel: Love at First Take

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A Stroll Around Paris — J.Quinn

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Summary: <You and Joseph take a night walk down the streets of Paris, but end up confessing your love for each other >

Pairings: <Joseph Quinn x costar!reader>

Warnings: <fluff, pining, kissing>

a/n: <NOT PROOFREAD. some more Joseph content for the people who love Joseph, go check my other Joseph fic too!!! I hope you like it! >

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Normally the skies were full of clouds, and perhaps covered up the beauty of the whole sky. But tonight. Tonight was different. The dead and new born stars twinkled under the moon light, and complemented the shining lights upon the city of life.

It was long before you and Joseph had to fly back to London for more press tour things promoting the newest season of the Netflix hit show, Stranger Things. The two of you could’ve been planning for your trip to England, but instead, you both took a stroll around Paris. You couldn’t resist the urge to take a breathe of the air, and take in all the memories you’ve made here. This could possibly be your last chance to peer at the beautiful city before getting back to work with other film projects.

The cars drove by as the wind howled into the dark lovely night. The ends of your long, beige jacket flipped upwards by the wind, as you cling to Joseph’s arm, intertwining your arms to his.

It was a particularly colder night than the rest you’ve experienced. Usually it was a bit warmer, but the weather decided to switch up. Though you weren’t mad, it was a bit calming. It added a bit of an aesthetically pleasing feeling to the stressful interviews you had to do all day.

All you did was hang out with Joseph all day. Your characters, Jen and Eddie, were very close in the show, so why wouldn’t you be close with Joseph. There were days where you’d just sit around and talk all day, but other days you would go out to see a ballet or visit the infamous art museum, the Louvre Museum.

Though lately, you noticed things were quite different. You noticed the twinkle in his eyes that wasn’t shown before, or the way he’d smile at you when you were passionately explaining something. You could tell that there was some kind of love between the two of you, but you couldn’t own up to it. You were afraid of the rejection that you could possibly face. Which is why, in your final night in Paris, you were going to confess to your love for Joseph. You needed to face your fears and get it over with before it was too late.

Stopping at the end of a pathway in the middle of the park, you and Joseph go to sit down on a bench with a nice view of the overlay of the scenery. It was a bit dark, but that was what you wanted. The two of you sat in silence, admiring the other’s presence.

“The star’s are beautiful aren’t they,” Joseph says, glancing up at the stars overhead. “I admire them.”

“Why is that?” you ask.

“They remind me of someone,” he replies, looking straight at you. “Someone I love very much.”

“Oh,” was all you could say. “Oh.”

Joseph grinned as he took your hands in his. He could tell there was something you wanted to say, and he knew exactly what it was.

“Is there something on your mind, Y/n?” he asks. “Something that you want to throw out of your mind?”

“Yes, but I can’t say it.”

“Why is that?”

“Because I’m afraid. I’m afraid of what they’ll think.”

“You can’t tell me anything, you that right?” he says, seemingly genuine.

You hesitate at first, but relax as you fell Joseph’s hand on your shoulder, easing you.

“Jo, there’s no other way to say this, but… I love you. I have for a very long time.”

Joseph sat up straight, facing forward and not directly at you. He chewed his bottom lip in an happy manner.

This made you nervous. Had you just risked everything and confessed to the love of your life? Maybe now wasn’t the right time to say things, but it certainly was.

Joseph took your hands in his again, and looked at you straight in the eyes with a happy grin.

“I love you too, Y/n.”

You heart stopped for a second before it began racing. If there was a camera that was hidden in your minds, loads of fireworks of gone off like it was new years celebration. The words that came out of his mouth made you melt like the butter in an heated pan.

You grabbed the collar of his jacket and engulfed him in a deep kiss. He caressed the side did your face, and slid a hand around your waist, deepening the kiss. By now you were both practically on top of each other. You both pulled away, wiping off the saliva from the others mouth. The only thing you could hear was the breathes that came out of your mouth. You went back in, but instead of kissing him, you embraced him in an hug. It took him a second to respond, but he did the same.

“I don’t think you understand how long, I’ve wanted to do that, Jo,” you say, nuzzling you face into the crook of his neck.

“I’ve wanted to say those words, since our first interview together, Y/n.”

And so on, the two of you began the flourishing relationship, which took a toll on the fans. There was nothing more than the live you received from Joseph. It was like a dream come true with all the press and stuff. Right now, you were the happiest you could ever be.

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No One Like You

#NightSkyChallenge: Prompt 2 — The night your lips touched mine for the first time. “Wait. Come back here. Do that again." Eddie Munson x Best Friend!Reader; [3.2k]

⚠️ Smut (explicit depictions of sex), drug consumption (weed), mentions of death, depression, nightmares.

SUMMARY: The electricity in the air was not a creation of your desires, it turned out. When Eddie looks at you, there's something there. You might have been absent for a couple of years, but you've known Eddie Munson almost your whole life. He's looking at you the way he looked at Sweetheart when he first laid eyes on it, and being under that gaze is... nothing like you expected. More than anything you could've dreamt.

It rained outside of Eddie’s room—a heavy pouring with only a handful of thunders, but no loud lightning startling to shake the earth and startle the air in electricity. Only the sound of water falling on the soil outside, and the occasional notes as Eddie dribbled his fingers on the cords while you two spoke. Rain had always been your favorite sound, the one that spoke to your soul the most, but now, after not seeing Eddie for two years, you think his voice is on a battle field for that first place.

You’re high on drugs and the smell of him, your heart is louder in your ears than the shower outside right after he speaks and everything falls quiet sometimes, and electricity shooting from the sky is unecessary when you can feel every inch of air that separates the two of you.

It started because the conversation descended down there. To the thing.

“I was a wreck after you left, Y/n.”

It hurt to hear it. You had to, but it hurt.

“I know it wasn’t your fault,” Eddie adds, seeing the look on your face. “We just go where our folks go. What else we can do but follow, right? But—I was. You were the only real friend I’ve ever had.”

Two years apart from him, and now it was back to how it was. “You think I wasn’t a mess, too?” Only Eddie Munson could make you talk this easily. Not keep shit bottled up on the inside. “Eddie, I didn’t make any friends there. Not a single one.” You were happy he had—not so happy about the circumstances, but it thrilled you to know he wasn’t alone all this time because you were. Leaving Hawkins left an Eddie-shaped hole in your chest, and he could see that in your face, too. “And I promise I tried. But everyone fell… short. I kept expecting them to get my jokes, or get what I’m talking about, and I’d get so fucking disappointed when they didn’t. Took me almost a year to realize I was just hopinh somebody would be you and how fucking shitty is that?”

Because you’re you and Eddie is Eddie, he leans in to whisper, “That’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” like a confession. His smile is deprecative when he adds, “I just deemed nobody would ever be you, never in their fucking wild dreams, and then accepted what came.” He slides his fingers through the cords of the guitar. “Guess that’s why I managed to gather Hellfire. They’re really nice boys,” he adds, softer than ever.

Happy Eddie makes you happy. “I bet they are.”

“You’d eat them alive, though,” he adds like it’s a shame, then opens a blinding smile. “I can’t wait for you to meet them.”

“I’m really happy you found them,” you say, voice only a whisper. Spending these last three days almost glued to Eddie’s side had been good—educative, and worrying, and a roller-coaster of emotions, but good.

Suffocating, too.

You’d forgotten what his eyes do to you.

If before you wanted them on you at all times, now it’s become a problem that could evolve into an addiction.

He verts his eyes to the guitar.

"I'm happier I have you," he chuckles lightly.

The words dance around your head, bringing havoc to every inch inside of you.

Eddie keeps talking through your silence. "I don't know what sort of odd stroke of fate led me to have that luck, and I'm happy for it. But... I missed this. You." He looks up, smiling so softly that it should calm you down, but it only raises your heartbeat. "No one sits with me in silence and watches me practice. I mean—I don't think I can sit in relative quiet with anyone else. I've been waiting for the gong to go off and for me to wake up out of nowhere, but..."

Here we are, it goes unsaid.

"Ever since you told me that you almost..." you're unable to say the word. It'd make it too real, and you're trying to keep your hands off of him—if you admit to yourself you almost lost him, you're never letting him go. "I wait, too," you finish with a whisper. "For you to just—not be here. Out of nowhere."

Eddie takes a good look at you before placing Sweetheart on the floor in front of the bed with care.

You watch him move—watch his fingers reach for the half joint on the ashtray, his lighter inside his front jeans pocket, his waist inching closer to yours until your sides are touching, bodies pressed next to each other.

Your eyes travel up until they find his gaze on you. Breathe, you remind yourself. In and out, shuddering, you manage it. He's never been this close.

There's a palm of air separating your faces.

His body's heat is solid, almost palpable as it touches yours.

A flame appears in your peripheral version, and Eddie lights up the join, inhaling slowly.

If this were two years ago, you two would be laughing and coming up with the craziest topics to make the high even better.

As a clap of thunder crashes outside, you're reminded that it's now.

Eddie's changed.

He passes you the joint after a couple of puffs, but none of you seem able to let go of the silence. It covers you both like a blanket fort hides you in the living room when you're a kid, in plain sight for everyone to see and, yet, somehow still in its own world.

He noticed, you think.

It must've shown in your face the sea of feelings that's been keeping you underwater since arriving at Hawkins.

Wave after wave, Eddie drags you under.

I missed you, and the taste of salt.

Please don't freak out, but, I did some shit. I've got some stuff to tell you, and there's not enough air before you're pulled under.

I almost died. And you embrace the blue surrounding you.

You pass him the joint back, feeling the telltale signs of the flood in you wanting to pour just like the one outside.

If there's one thing you know Eddie hates, it's to see people cry. Averting your gaze to his lap, you look at the hands you wanted to hold for so long, and watch as they come up in your direction.

His left-hand cups your face, and you want to let it all out.

"Hey," he calls your attention. Once your eyes are on his, Eddie looks at you, open and waiting. "Talk to me, sweetie."

It does something to you. The nickname, it pulls at your strings, and it's new and terrifying. "Eddie," you breathe out. "What would I've done?"

His brows furrow in confusion, and you're no longer trapped. You're floating, and if he's this close to you, he won't mind if you reach out to him.

Tentatively, your hand reaches to cover his wrist. You keep his hand there on your cheek, and your eyes close when you ask. "If I'd lost you." I would've gone back to the sea. "I... I wouldn't have it made it, Eds." You're the only one who makes all of this bearable. "I can't think of—"

The words are cut off from you, but not because of another crash of thunder, or the fear in your guts—no.

Your lips are closed shut by another pair of soft, plump lips pressed against yours, and everything else is white noise.

Your whole mind is taken over by the tunneling feeling of Eddie's lips on yours, and there's no air in your lungs or movement in your body.

Whether it takes two seconds or minutes for him to pull back, you're unsure. All you know is that one second his lips are on yours, and the next, you feel the chill air replacing it and that's what pulls you back to the moment.

With open eyes, you see Eddie pulling back slowly, his face an open book that you've read many times by now—fear is written around his wide eyes, that dread that paints his eyebrows whenever Eddie does something wrong and is unaware of what, exactly.

He's pulling his back even further, and that unfreezes your body. "Wait," he can't back away now. After years of only dreams, he can't take this away from you after giving it like that. Your hands are on his t-shirt in a second and you ignore how breathless and shaky you sound at what you say next. "Come back here. Do that again."

Eddie looks at you and the fear leaves.

"You sure?" he asks.

You nod, pulling him by his shirt.

When his body presses on yours again, the need swirling in the air, crashing your mouths together, it could rival the sky's anger when lightning follows thunder.

Your heart starts beating so fast you worry it might try to run away from your body, and the weed only highlights every part that's in contact somewhere.

Eddie's mouth is on you, and it's nothing like you dreamt.

When he pulls back for air, the words spill out of you. "I dreamt about this." It's a confession, and his smile to it is blinding.

Both his hands take a second cupping your face, and you're taken over by the feeling of safety of being held by them. They're big enough to cover a good portion of your face, and you want all of your body to be covered by Eddie.

He laughs, inches apart from you. "I think I'm dreaming," he mutters under his breath.

It's nothing like in your dreams because it's better.

Because in here, when you lean your face in search of his lips again, Eddie grants them to you. There's nothing pulling you two apart, and he doesn't laugh in your face or gives your a sad, pitiful look.

It takes you a few moments to realize it, but Eddie wants you.

The realization pulls a broken moan from your throat, and his response is immediate.

Eddie holds your face tighter, and you nibble on his bottom lip as he pulls back this time. "You're such a good kisser, sweetheart."

Sweetheart.

"Thought only that thing over there got the honor of that nickname," you tease, feeling surprisingly lighthearted under the weight of his eyes. You nudge your chin towards where Sweetheart is by the side of the bed.

Eddie's scoff is only made hotter by the fact that his eyes stay on you. "That thing's got nothing on you," he tells you.

You breathe out, shakily.

One of your hands leaves his clothes and you lift your fingers to his face, the tips stroking around his eyes, his cheeks, running down to his lips.

Eddie kisses them as they pass by, and that creates a hunger you never felt before.

It's similar to the one in your stomach after spending many hours without a single drop of water or any food—it grows in the center of your chest, warm and alive like someone planted a special item there.

When you and Eddie are pulled close again, it's by a newfound gravity.

He kisses you with so much intent that you lose all notion of the room surrounding you.

The sound of the rain hitting the windows and the fog in the room due to the smoke make you whimper when your eyes open, when his lips start kissing on your neck and your core begs you to spread your neck for him.

It's you who lays down on the bed, pulling him on top of you, and Eddie goes willingly.

The kisses are more desperate than the hugs you two gave when first encountering each other.

Running across the parking lot, through the same trailers you knew and some you recognized of two years ago, all you could think about was touching him—no regards for what it would look like for everyone else watching when you jumped on his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist as if you two had been separated for a decade or something more.

Eddie kisses you like he gets it.

He kisses your neck with soft, deliberate kisses, and you notice his hand is shaking when they get underneath your shirt.

You're both shaking.

Eddie pulls back when you grab his hair and call his name, "Eddie," and having those breathtaking eyes set on you as fire blazes behind them—you want to cry. Instead, all that comes out is a watery smile. "I—I really..." I've loved you since I learned what love is. I'm terrified of everything you make me feel half of the time. "I love you a lot. You know that. Right?"

Eddie looks like he's hearing the words for the first time.

He adjusts his body on top of yours, shaking his head to himself as he closes his eyes and his hands stroke your neck and sides.

When he opens his eyes, Eddie crowds your face with his curls. He rests his forearm next to your head on the pillow, and keeps looking at you before he says,

"I knew I was lucky, but... not this much—no." Eddie's dimples pop as his signature happy smile opens up. "I love you too," he adds, smile softening.

That's good, you think.

I can live knowing that. I can swim in it. I can let it take me over like a current because it's where I've always wanted to be.

After that, there aren't many words, but you learn that the body talks in more than one way.

You knew the empty, hot, and messy kind—the body talk where two people use each other until there's nothing left but pleasure and white noise.

This is none of that.

Kisses with Eddie are shared languidly until they're not anymore, but even in their lusty haze, you and Eddie are not seeking the peak of pleasure in one another.

All you want is to taste him, and that's all he wants from you, as well.

When your skin starts burning under his ministrations, Eddie pulls back to ask with a nod if he can remove the clothes creating a barrier between him and your body, and they all fall to the floor, piece by piece.

Yours, his, all of them, until you two are staring at each other with faces painted red and that momentary hesitance—a pause before the major note, before—

lightning.

Eddie's touches on you can be felt all around you.

From the tip of your toes to your neck, your chest; when he reaches between your legs with his hands and starts running the tip of his fingers on your inner thighs, you're whimpering.

"Is this good?" He asks you as his fingers brush over your outer lips, coating themselves in the wetness coming out of your cunt. "Tell me how you like it—tell me how to make you feel good."

"You can definitely keep talking, for one," the joke comes out strained—Eddie's fingers are thick. "Fuck."

Everything he does feels good, but that's not what he wants to hear.

Eddie laughs when you complain, whine, and slap his sides, just writhing your body against his hand, and it feels surreal to laugh in the middle of all of this, but he looks the happiest you've ever seen him.

"Hm? Harder? Or... deeper?"

Not only does he want to hear exactly how you like it, but he delivers it how you ask him to once it's out in the air.

Eddie keeps his kisses coming, and when you find the motor skill to push a hand between your bodies and grab his cock in your palm, both of you groan at the same time.

Time truly means nothing when it comes down to it.

Eddie pushes his fingers in and out of you, swallowing every sound that comes out of your lips while you stroke him until he's leaking at the tip, and it feels like a lifetime.

A lifetime where you learn that you like the taste of his sweat — or at least you do when you're the cause for it — and that Eddie is a whimpering mess in bed, just like you dreamt that one time.

He's strong, too, but when you beg him to get inside of you, Eddie turns his open gaze to you and asks in an almost embarrassed tone, "Can you—you can say no, but—go on top? Please? I—I'm trying really hard not to make this end a lot sooner than we'd both like and if I get lost in the momentum when on top of you, I might not—"

You turn him around with a leg hooked around his waist, and both of you laugh at his look of pure surprise when his back hits the mattress.

"Fuck—you're hotter than Hell, sweetheart," he groans, pulling you in for a kiss.

He gets the condom, but lets you slip on it, and when he lays down again, you're the one who stops to admire it this time.

The messy, wild hair, glued to his forehead and cheeks with sweat, the way he looks flushed and blissed out.

It's a little bit of torture to feel him like this for the first time, but not in a bad way.

More like—your mind running thousands of miles an hour as it tries to wrap its head around the fact that he said he loves you, too, and no, this isn't just a dream or an experience.

It's electrifying when Eddie plants the heels of his feet on the bed and meets your waist with a thrust, then holds your waist with both hands to guide you two into a rhythm.

As a musician, that's something Eddie has.

Rhythm.

Maybe it's one of your heartbeats or one with the rain, or maybe there's a song playing in his head as his hips make sweet movements when meetings yours.

It's bliss, either way.

It's his hands slapping at your thoughts, it's one of them coming to wrap and hold around your neck, it's the way Eddie starts grunting and dropping your name like a plea the closer you two get.

Being with Eddie is not a mindless search for that white noise, but there's something more powerful than just pleasure, you find out that night.

Something about the way he holds you close and looks straight into your eyes as you two cum, because he wants to see and feel you, and that's all you needed, truly.

The rain pours outside, and you sleep to the sound of it, laying in the hold of Eddie's warm, body sedated and marked in purple and red bruises.

The sun will shine tomorrow, and there'll be more love to come.

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[sunnylands-world]

In control

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x reader

Summary: Joseph was supposed to be in a meeting but you had other plans…

Word count: 644

Warning: kinda sub Joseph and Dom reader, oral [Male receiving] dirty talk

A/n: I might right for joseph again, who knows 🤷 also sorry if you guys are getting sick of all this pink 😅

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Joseph considered himself a man in control. He rarely let anything happen without him causing it so he didn't put himself in situations for anything of the sort to happen; but his girlfriend was the one thing he had no control over. He was in the middle of a zoom meeting with his agent about a role he was offered when you wandered out of the bathroom in nothing but a lingerie set. His breath hitched at the sight and his eyes looked like they would pop out his head.

He was no longer focused on the screen as his eyes ran over you.

"Hey, Joseph, are you okay?" His agent called.

"Yeah, are you okay?" You asked with a smirk on your face seeing how flustered he got.

"Oh! [Name], I had no idea joe had brought you along" his agent called and you giggled. Joseph actually hadn't planned to bring you, specifically because he knew you'd do something like this but he could never tell you no. You walked slowly over to him before crawling your way under the table where your boyfriend's legs were spread and he didn't take long to realize what you were up to. He leaned under the table telling his agent he needed a second.

"What are you doing?" He asked and you simply smiled going for the loop on his pants.

"No, No, no, no, I'm in a meeting!" he whispered but he didn't truly seem like he wanted to stop you as he lifted his hips for you to pull the boxers and dress pants down revealing his cock and the brown curls above it. You spit in your hand, bringing it to his length as it began to drip precum. He sucked in a breath, quickly telling the agent he had to go despite his protest.

"Look at you dripping and you haven't even touched my mouth yet joey" you teased giving his tip kitty licks and he whined.

"please, please, please" he begged, trying to thrust up into your mouth and you shook your head.

"I thought you were gonna be good for me Joey instead your trying to force yourself in my mouth." you said with your hand still stroking his hard cock letting your other hand play with his balls a bit. His head falls back and a small moan leaves him.

"I am- I am good" he says biting into his lip.

"I don't know if you are?" You let your tongue dance across the vein on his length, deciding you'd stop messing with him, letting your lips finally wrap around his member. You hollow your cheeks as you suck, your tongue moving with your motions while you go up and down till your nose touches the base and you come back.

When you look upwards he's moved his desk back so he can watch and this causes you to smirk around him. His hips began to buck and you felt him twitching In your other hand as you let him have his way, his chest heavy each time he touches the back of your throat. His moans fill the room along with the gagging sound from him fucking your mouth to pleasure.

"Oh god!" He cries as his thighs tremble and his thrust becomes sloppy.

"I'm gonna-" he doesn't finish warning you as he releases his cum Into the back of your throat, spit and the salty liquid leaves the corners of your lips. You pull back looking up to him as he catches his breath with a reddened face.

"I'm sorry" he says breathlessly.

"If I didn't want you to cum in my mouth I would have pulled back Joey" you say wiping the extra from the corners of your lips.

"I'm gonna lose my role" he pouts and you chuckle standing to your feet.

"I think this was worth it"

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Creatures of the Night- Vampire!Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: After your boyfriend, Eddie, dies in the Upside Down, he returns to you, different Words: 3.3k Warnings: SMUT (18+, minors dni), canon divergent, Vampire!Eddie, Dom!Eddie, Sub!Reader, kinda dubcon but switches to full consent, blood/ blood kink, biting, p in v sex

‘Eddie, no!’ You screamed as he cut the rope. You and Dustin stood back in the normal world as you watched him run away. ‘What the fuck? What the fuck? Do not move, Dustin.’ You grabbed a chair, climbed up onto it and jumped up to grab the edge of the hole to the upside down. You pulled yourself up until the gravity of the Upside Down took hold and you fell to the mattress below you. You ran outside, following the swarm of demobats which were surrounding Eddie. He was attacking them but there were too many and they eventually overtook him. By the time you reached him, he was lying on the ground, his shirt ripped as blood dripped from his wounds. You fell to the ground next to him, pulling his head into your lap. ‘Eddie, you’ll be fine, we’ll get you through to the real world and a hospital.’ He was cold and clammy under your hands. You felt tears welling in your eyes. You couldn’t lose him. You wouldn’t let him die. ‘Y/N, Y/N, I love you.’ He choked out. Dustin ran over and joined the two of you. ‘Dustin, help me get him up. We need to get him back.’ You tried to lift him but he was too heavy for you to move. ‘Baby, you deserve the world and I know you’re going to get it. Henderson, you’re going to have to look after those little sheep for me.’ ‘No, you’re going to that yourself.’ Dustin cried and you kept trying to lift him while sobbing. ‘Nah man, say ‘I’m going to look after them.’’ ‘I’m going to look after them.’ He cried out. ‘Eddie, stop talking like you’re going to die.’ You sob out. ‘Tell me that you love me.’ He choked out. He was becoming heavier in your arms as he choked on the blood coming out of his mouth. ‘I love you, Eddie. You know I do and I’ll tell you 100 times when we get you back.’ You sobbed. ‘Dustin goddammit! Help me!’ You yelled at him. Eddie’s eyes went blank in his head as he stopped breathing. You let out a loud sob. He couldn’t be dead. ‘No! No! No!’ You screamed, shaking him but he wouldn’t wake up. ‘Eddie. Eddie, no.’ You couldn’t breathe. You cradled him in your arms, sobbing continuously. The other four ran over as you sobbed. ‘Y/N, we need to go.’ Steve said tugging on your arm. ‘No, I can’t leave him.’ You cried not letting go of Eddie’s body. ‘Y/N, he’s gone! We need to go now!’ He yelled, pulling you away as you screamed not wanting to leave Eddie behind. You couldn’t believe he was dead. He wasn’t dead.

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You walked through the woods on the edge of town. You knew that it wasn’t safe to be wandering around in the woods late at night but it was the only time you were able to get alone. It had been two months since Eddie had died in your arms and everyone was smothering you. They wouldn’t leave you alone and as much as you appreciate that they cared about you, you just wanted to be left alone. Which is why you were wandering through the woods. You reached the bench that Eddie always did his deals at and knew you were close to the spot you were looking for. You continued further into the woods walking for around another five minutes until you reached the spot you were looking for. It was a small stone circle you had set up as a sort of grave for Eddie. It was ridiculous but you needed somewhere where you could go to remember him. You sat down on the ground in front of it and thought about Eddie. Part of you still didn’t believe Eddie was dead. The two of you were meant to graduate and then leave this shithole but instead, you didn’t know what you were going to do with your life. Without Eddie, your life was miserable and monotonous. You jumped as you heard a twig snap behind you. You flipped around looking behind you but you couldn’t see anything there. You sighed, it was probably some animal. You turned back to the stones in front of you, standing up. It was probably time for you to leave. You turned back around and let out a scream when you saw someone standing behind you. You took a step back, tripping over your feet as you fell to the ground, shuffling backwards until you hit a tree. The person in front of you walked forward, kneeling down in front of you so you could see their face. ‘Eddie.’ You couldn’t believe he was in front of you. Last you had seen him, he had been dead in your arms, yet now here he was, stood in front of you. But he looked different. He was deathly pale, and his beautiful brown eyes were now bright red and sunken. You reached your hand up and touched his face, flinching away in shock at how cold he was. ‘How are you here?’ You ask in shock. He didn’t respond, instead, he leaned in, pressing his nose against your neck, smelling you. You sighed as you felt Eddie’s teeth grazing your skin before he pushed away from you. ‘Run.’ He told you. The look on your face struck fear in your heart. As you scramble to your feet, turning and running as fast as you could. This wasn’t your Eddie. The look on his face was one of pure hunger and murder. Your Eddie was sweet and kind, this was a monster. What had happened to him? Why was he like this? You heard him following behind you as you kept running. You didn’t know where you were going, you just knew you needed to get away. You knew he was gaining on you as you slowed down, running out of breath. You felt yourself slam into a tree as Eddie pressed you up against it. You couldn’t move as he held you in place. You wanted to scream but you were frozen in fear. ‘Eddie.’ You whimpered in fear as he moved in closer to you, his lips pressing against your neck. ‘You smell so delicious.’ He pressed up against you. You felt his teeth brush against your neck. They felt sharp against your neck. You were terrified, who was this? ‘Eddie, I love you. Please stop.’ You whispered. You were definitely scared but you were trying to appeal to the part of him that knew you. That loved you. He pulled away for a second and you let out a sigh. You were about to speak again but then he pushed you to the ground, climbing over and hovering over you. ‘Y/N, I can’t stop. I need you.’ He spoke against your skin. You felt his teeth pierce into your skin. Pain erupted from your neck and you gripped onto him, letting out a yelp of pain. You felt yourself getting weak. ‘Baby, stop.’ You whimpered out as black spots appeared in your vision. He pulled away, licking the wound on your neck. ‘You taste delicious.’ He pressed up against you, kissing the wound on your neck as his hands gripped your hips. Although you were scared, you had to admit that you missed him touching you. His hand drifted up, sliding under your shirt. Goosebumps appeared on your skin at his cold touch, he pulled your shirt up and over your head exposing your body to the cold air. His hands moved over your skin, feeling you. ‘I missed you so much, my baby.’ He kissed down to your breasts, you moaned as he pressed his lips against you. The thought that at any moment he could bite you turned you on. You were completely at his mercy. Your hands gripped at his shirt, bunching it up. He lifted his head up looking you directly in the eyes. You stared back, you couldn’t believe how different his eyes were. His eyes had always been your favourite feature of his but they were so red and mesmerising now. He leaned down, pressing his lips against yours harshly. You couldn’t help it, you kissed back. As he kissed you his fangs nicked your lip causing it to bleed. He pulled away licking up the blood that dripped from your lip. ‘Eddie, are you- are you a-‘ You couldn’t get the words out. You were scared that if you said the words it would be true. ‘A vampire? You saw me die sweetheart. How else would I be here?’ You didn’t know what to think. Do vampire lose their souls when they turn? Or is he still himself? Was he going to kill you? Part of you wanted to fight him off and run. The other part wanted him to take you right here. ‘I’m not going to kill you. I’ve been searching for you since I found my way back here.’ He leaned down pressing kisses to your neck. The bite mark on your neck was still bleeding and he licked it up. ‘How did you know what I was thinking?’ You asked in shock. ‘Your thoughts are very loud.’ He moved his knee up as he spoke, grinding it against your core. You let out a moan, you always loved when did that. You were still scared but more so you wanted Eddie so badly. You had thought he was gone forever and now that he was back you just wanted him to fuck you. You moved your hands down to his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling them down. He smiled down at you, kissing you again as you moved your hands into his underwear and started to jerk him with your hand. You kissed back as he moaned into your mouth. He suddenly moved, grabbing your hands and pulling them up above your head and pinning them against the forest floor. You let out a moan as he pressed kisses to the top of your breasts, his teeth grazing them, threatening to bite down. He moved your wrists so they were in one of his hands as the other one moved down your body, unbuttoning your trousers and pulling them down slightly. He slid his hand into your underwear, rubbing your clit with his fingers, the coldness of his skin making it feel even better than before. You let out a moan, your hands curling into fists as Eddie let out a chuckle. ‘I’ve missed that noise.’ He grinned at you showing his fangs. He continued to rub your clit as you let out moans, grinding against his hand. ‘Eddie, please I need you inside me.’ You moaned out, begging him to fuck you. You’d gone so long without him that you couldn’t cope with his teasing, you just wanted to feel him again. ‘Of course, baby. Don’t move your hands.’ He warned as he took his hand that was holding your wrists down. You obeyed keeping your hands in place even though you wanted to touch him so badly. He gripped your underwear in his hands pulling them down just enough so that your cunt was on display to him. He let out a groan at the sight, running his finger over your hole, smearing your wetness everywhere. He stuck his finger in his mouth, licking off your wetness. ‘Still taste delicious.’ He pulled his own underwear down, revealing his long, hard cock to you. He moved his hands back up to hold your wrists down. He rubbed his cock over your pussy, using your wetness as lube before lining himself up with your hole and slowly pushing his way in. You both let out a moan as he filled you up. He sat still inside you for a moment, just savouring the feeling as he leant down to kiss your lips sweetly. He slowly started to thrust into you, as you let out small moans at the feeling. Your hands curled into fists as your nails dug into your palms. He leant down, using his teeth to pull your bra down. He flicked your nipple with his tongue a few times before wrapping his mouth around your nipple, sucking it, careful to keep his fangs from breaking the skin. You let out a moan, pushing your wrists against his hands. You wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through his long hair as he pleasured you. You felt him grin against your nipple as he pushed harder against your wrists, leaving finger-shaped bruises. He sped up his thrusts, pressing kisses to your breast. You could tell how badly he wanted to bite down. You wanted to let him but you had already lost a lot of blood and you were scared if you let him he would accidentally kill you. He let go of one of your wrists, moving his hand down to rub your clit. You let out a loud moan at the feeling, your free hand immediately moving under his shirt as you dug your nails into his cold back. He let out a groan as he continued to thrust into you, hard and fast. ‘Fuck, Eddie.’ You cried out. It had been so long and you knew you were going to cum soon. It was quicker than normal but you couldn’t help it, you’d missed him. You moved your hand down to grab his ass, feeling it as he continued his thrusts, his hand rubbing your clit perfectly. He knew you so well. He knew every little thing about your body, what you liked, where to touch you. Nobody would ever compare. You felt yourself clench around him, as you got closer and closer to coming, causing him to let out a groan. ‘Baby, I’m so close.’ He groaned out as he sucked on your nipple again. You couldn’t respond, your brain was too fogged as your back arched off the forest ground beneath you. You let out a loud cry as you came, wrapping your legs around his waist as your cunt spasmed around Eddie’s cock. He thrust into you a few more times, and let out loud groans as he did so. He kissed at your breast, as he buried himself deep inside you, coming as he did. He lost control as he came, biting down on the top of your breast as he drained your blood. You felt your eyes roll into the back of your head as he kept drinking. You tried to struggle against him, sure he was about to kill you, but you were too weak to fight back. ‘Eddie, please.’ You whimpered, barely able to muster the strength to speak. You hoped it would remind him who you are and that he loved you but you were scared it was too late. He removed his fangs from your breast and lifted his head up. You tried to muster the strength to push him off you and run but you were too weak. Instead, you just lay there as the world spun around you. ‘Don’t worry baby, I’m just making sure we're together forever.’ He spoke but you could barely hear him as your pulse was beating in your ears. You weren’t sure what he was doing as your eyes closed but you felt his hand on the back of your head lifting it up. You felt something press against your lips before a metallic taste entered your mouth. You tried to pull away but he held your head tightly. ‘Just drink, baby.’ You had no choice but to obey as your mouth filled with what you assumed was blood, swallowing it down. You kept drinking, your head getting dizzier and dizzier until everything went black.

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You shot awake, breathing heavily as you gripped your chest. It was just a dream, a very fucked up dream but a dream nonetheless. You had plenty of dreams about Eddie since he had died but that was the most vivid of them all. Your head was pounding as you looked around realising that you didn’t recognise the room you were in. It was dark, and the windows were completely boarded up. The room was completely bare aside from the bed you were in, a small table next to you and a bucket on the floor. Where the hell were you? You threw the covers off you and tried to get up but your legs felt like lead. You suddenly felt your stomach turn and you leaned over the side of the bed vomiting into the bucket. You flopped back over, lying down and groaning. Maybe it hadn’t been a dream, maybe Eddie really was back and a vampire. And maybe he had made you one too. You reached your hands up, feeling your teeth, jerking your hand back as you stabbed yourself with your fangs. You started to hyperventilate. You were dead. You were undead. You were a fucking vampire. The door to the room opened, revealing Eddie holding a cup in his hand. ‘Hey, you’re awake.’ He said smiling at you before realising how panicked you were. He walked over and sat down next to you on the bed and placed the glass on the table before rubbing your back. You swatted his hands away from you. ‘What the fuck have you done?’ You yelled as tears poured down your cheeks. You started to hit him, continuously until he grabbed your wrists, holding your hands still. ‘Hey, calm down.’ He shouted, as you struggled against his grip but you still had no strength. ‘You killed me.’ You sobbed, your arms going limp in his grasp. ‘No, sweetheart, I just wanted you to be like me.’ He let go of your arms and wrapped his arms around you. You didn’t fight back, just sobbed as he tried to comfort you. You couldn’t believe it. You’d never see your friends, your family, anyone again. You were happy Eddie was back but did he have to turn you? ‘You need to drink this. You’re still changing and it’ll help.’ He pulled away from you and handed you the glass, which was filled with a red liquid. ‘Is this blood?’ You asked looking at the glass. ‘Yeah, and you need it.’ He lifted your hand up, pressing the glass against your lips. You reluctantly opened your mouth, tilting the glass to take a drink. The second the liquid touched your tongue, it was the most delicious thing you’d ever tasted. You gulped the glass down, quickly finishing it. You wiped your mouth, placing the glass down on the table as you felt some of your strength returning. ‘I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have turned you without asking.’ Eddie spoke holding your hand and playing with your fingers. ‘You shouldn’t have.’ You agreed, not looking him in the eyes. ‘But you did and now we're here, together forever.’ You leaned forward, resting your forehead against his. You hadn’t completely forgiven him but honestly, you were just happy to have him back. You loved him. ‘Together forever.’ He agreed, leaning forward slightly so your lips met. He gave you a sweet kiss before pulling away, climbing under the covers and pulling you into his chest. You curled up against him, resting your head on his chest, noticing that you couldn’t hear anything. ‘I love you. I wish I’d told you that more.’ You spoke, fiddling with the ends of his hair. ‘I love you too and you’ll have a million more chances to tell me now.’ He pressed a small kiss to your hair as you closed your eyes, relaxing against him. You were happy to be back with him, no matter what the circumstances.

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If he where to look at me like that it would be my last day on this planet 😦🥴🙃😫😏

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Lost Time {Joseph Quinn}

Author's Notes: You can call this the unofficial second part to Man of the Hour. I'm sorry it's been so long since I've updated - I'm moving slowly these days, but still moving. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are greatly appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Mentions of drinking, Smut*(established relationship, fingers, some scratching, biting, unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how!)

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They stumbled back into the apartment late at night, drunk and groping one another beneath hems and zippers. Joseph pressed her against the wall opposite the door , his long fingers trailing up her thighs and beneath the hem of her dress while they kissed. His thigh made it's way between her legs, giving her something to rest on, and providing some friction for her while he gripped her bare thighs.

"You need to be naked." She whispered against his lips, pushing off his jacket.

"I would love to be naked with you." Joseph grumbled into her kiss as he hiked her dress up over her hips, squeezing her backside.

"Then take your pants off." She pouted as she worked open his belt and reached inside his jeans to palm over his manhood.

Joseph gasped out a curse as she moved her hand over his length, their jaws dropping in tandem.

"You have nothing on under here." She whispered as she stroked him inside his jeans, grinding over his thigh.

"Was riled up thinking about you. Wanted to speed things up a little. Fuck that feels good." Joseph growled, moving his hips in time with her hand.

"Missed me?" She sighed happily with a lick of his bottom lip.

"So much" He grunted as he tugged the top of her dress down to expose her pebbled nipples, sealing his mouth around one as he fucked her hand.

"Missed you, too" She hummed as her own hips followed the sparked of her orgasm while she rode his thigh.

"Stop, stop. I wanna be inside of you." Joseph panted as he wrapped his hand around her wrist, stopping her strokes. He pressed his forehead to hers and caressed her breasts while he caught his breath.

"You wanna fuck me, Joseph?" She whispered with a lick of her lips.

"First 'round, yeah. Then I wanna make love to you. Spread you out, and make agonizingly slow, and beautiful love to you. Make up for all that lost time." Joseph grunted as he hooked his fingers in the soaked bridge of her panties.

"Joseph." She gasped as he nudged her folds with his knuckles, his words sending shivers down her spine. Joseph let out a soft coo into the crease of her neck as he slipped two fingers inside of her, finally giving her the tiniest bit of relief. He kissed along her neck as he hooked his fingers up to the sweet spot inside of her, wrapping his free arm around her as she lost her balance.

"M'gonna cum, baby!" She sobbed out, forehead pressed to his.

"Cum for me here, and then we'll go to bed. Make love for hours." Joseph encouraged gently as he worked his fingers inside of her, tapping her gspot. He slipped his tongue in her mouth as she came around his fingers, a sweet sob in the back of her throat as she gripped his biceps.

"I've got you. I'm right here. Was it good?" He questioned against her lips as she whimpered through the aftershock.

"Amazing. Take me to bed, Joseph. Make love to me, please." She whined into his mouth as she raked her nails over his forearms, and he was a goner.

Joseph removed his fingers from inside of his trembling girlfriend and lifted her off the wall, carrying her to the bedroom with her legs wrapped around his waist.

"I will do literally anything for you, if you ask me like that." He breathed out as he laid her on the bed, and tugged his shirt over his head then reached for her panties.

"Commit murder?" She whispered with a soft smile, hips lifting off the mattress to help him out in removing the garment.

"Tell me their names." Joseph grumbled as he tossed her panties to the floor then dropped to his hands above her.

She only smiled up at him as she slowly sat upright once more so she could remove her dress. She tugged it over her head, now completely naked in front of him.

"Feels like it's been years since I've seen you naked. God, you're beautiful. Can I bite, honey?" Joseph panted as he ran his palm over collarbone to her breasts.

"If I can bite, too." She nodded as she traced her fingertips over his shoulders where her marks usually were.

"O'course. You know I wear your marks like a badge of honour, honey." Joseph grumbled as he pulled her close for a kiss before his mouth made its way to her neck, nipping and sucking to mark her as his own.

"Take your pants off, baby. I wanna feel you with no barriers. Please." She begged as she reached for his backside beneath his jeans.

"Are you ready for me, honey?" Joseph panted as he kissed the base of her throat and shimmied out of his jeans, kicking them off and letting his aching erection spring free.

"Been ready since the night you left. Missed you so much. Come home, baby." She whispered as she pulled his hair.

"I know, honey. I missed you, too. Two weeks apart is too much. Let's lift these gorgeous hips up, yeah?" His heart swelled in his chest at the sight of his love on her back finally, hips lifted with a pillow for him, neck red from his affections and beard scratches.

She put her wrists over her head unprompted and Joseph thought his heart might burst out of his chest. He grabbed his base and ran his tip through her slick folds, coating himself in her before he sunk his length inside of her inch by inch slowly. He gave her a good thrust and filled her out, making her gasp.

"Too much?" He panted as he stilled his movements and watched face, her lip tucked between her teeth.

"No. S'good, baby." She replied as she ran a hand over his face.

Joseph shuddered as he laced his fingers with hers finally, up over her head, and began his slow loving pace. His love wept in his ear as she squeezed his hands and wrapped her legs around his waist as he rocked himself inside of her.

"Love you so much." Joseph panted, a soft whimper in the back of his throat.

"I love you, too." She whispered as she hooked her ankles under his backside. A small gasp escaped the back of Joseph's throat as her walls clenched around him, a new wave of arousal flooding him as his tip nudged her gspot.

"Honey, I need..I need to change positions. M'gonna cum." He sobbed out as he dropped his forehead to her chest, his hips stuttering.

"You don't wanna cum, baby?" She cooed in his ear. So sweet, and with a filthy little bite to his earlobe, Joseph knew he wasn't going to last.

"O'course. Wanna last for you. Just missed you so much. Fuck!" He roared as he came inside of her, his teeth sinking into her neck. He pushed in to the hilt, letting her squirm around on him to achieve her release. He thumbed at her clit, slipping his tongue in her mouth to taste her moans as she came around him.

"I'll give you more. Give you everything. I love you so much. Fuck." Joseph panted as he rested his forehead to hers, twitching inside of her as they both came down.

"I love you, too. It's okay, baby. We can take our time. We're together again." She shivered as she ran a hand over his face, and into his hair.

"I know. But two whole weeks with nothing but my hands, and photos of you was like torture. So let's go, honey. Up you get." Joseph grumbled as he rolled onto his back and made he straddle his hips.

"Joseph! What are you doing?" She laughed as she held herself against his chest, stabilizing her weight so she didn't topple over.

"Don't you remember? Making up for lost time."

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Hey may I please get something with Joseph Quinn with stay? i just ... don't want to be alone right now.  ❜

And “I know alright I know I’m being an asshole but I’m trying”

A/N - Of course, I would love to write this for Joe! Thanks for requesting this, anon!

Break

Summary - Joe needs a break. You are there to simply give him a break.

Warnings - a hint of angst but mostly fluff

Joseph Quinn was not a grumpy person, not by nature at least.

He was always happy to act and be on set, he loved the craft and was trying to be the best he could be everyday.  But of course, like everyone else around him, Joseph was also human.  He would put on a brave face most of the time when he would do interviews or promote his movies or plays, but it would be hard for him too.  The constant hours on set or in rehearsals, photo shoots and traveling around the world to different Comic Cons, Joe knew he needed a break before he would get into his grumpy nature.

Sure enough, it caught onto him sooner than he thought.

You knew when to give him space when he was needed to decompress or de-stress, being his girlfriend for over a year gave you plenty of time to know and learn from his mannerisms.  Most of the time he was fine, Joe knew to let it roll off his shoulders and find something to do to get his mind off of work.  But there were a few times when it was too much for him, and you took that as a sign to let him be alone.  

This night was one of them.  You were working away from a recent order from your boss as Joe was angrily chatting with his agent on the phone in the other room.  The last thing you wanted to go was add wind to the flames that were already well lit.  You could even hear it in the tone of his voice that this was not a light conversation that was going to be had.

“No…no I already told you that I’m not going to be going back to that Con!  It was not all how we agreed to it, and I need a few weeks off!  Its been…I’m telling you it’s been a month of constant traveling, and I have a play coming up that I need to prepared for..”

You sighed, looking over at the closed bedroom door where you could hear the conversation going on.  The sound in his tone and the bite after every sentence, you could hear and feel the stress radiating out of the room.  Of course you wanted to walk into the room, take the phone from him and tell him to take a break, but you also knew that Joe would rather take care of his own stress on his own than to have you be involved in any way.  He would brush you off with kindness, simply stating that his worries were his own and that let thing he wanted to go was make him stressed out over him.  

Finally, after another five minutes, the bedroom door finally opened and you saw Joe walking back into the living room where you were perched on the couch.  Seeing the tiredness on his face, laced with some stress with the bags under his eyes and the tension in his shoulders, it was a rough conversation.  You simply closed your laptop as Joe slumped over to sit with you on the couch and rub his temples.

“That sounded fun,” You said in a light tone, though Joe sighed in defeat as you looked over at him with a hint of tenderness.

“It was much needed conversation that was overdue,” he hummed as he leaned back on the couch to look up at the ceiling, “I love my agent to death, but I’ll be worked to death if I don’t slow down,” 

“You don’t need to be ass abut it though,” You kindly advised him as he grimaced, “At least your agent’s trying to help you out with these opportunities, and he’s trying his best—“

“I know, alright?  I know I’m being an  asshole but I’m trying,” Joe grumbled as he took in a long inhale.  All you could do was reach over to rub his shoulder, feeling how tense he was with no real signs of slowing down.  You could give him so much advice before you knew you had to let him make the choice on his own.  You had no clue on what it was like being an actor and what he had to go through on a daily basis, you only saw a glimpse or the glimpse he was willing to show you.  The rest was up to Joe.

“Sorry, luv,” Joe hummed as you felt him lean his head on your shoulder, you kissing the top of his head as he went on, “Last thing I want to do is be mad at you when you did nothing,”

“I do nothing because I don’t know how to help,” you reasoned, “If you need space then I can do that for you, Joe.  You know that by now,”

“I do,” he replied, hiding a yawn from behind his mouth as you chucked and were about to get up from the couch, “Stay?  I just…I don’t want to be alone right now.”

“I was just going to order us some dinner and we can watch something to get your mind off of it,” You explained, Joe grinning as he was looking over at you with his big brown eyes.  You had to giggle, flicking his nose to have him laugh as you maneuvered off the couch, “Come on, Joe.  Give me five minutes to order!”

Joe mocking sighed in defeat, though his smile was back on his face.  Dialing the number from the local Italian restaurant down the street, you already knew the two dishes that you and Joe would get when you needed comfort food.   It was the same restaurant where Joe took you on your first date.  That small little spot held a spot in both of your hearts, and you knew it was going to help you once again in this time that Joe needed.

After placing your order and going back out to the living room, Joe was flipping through the channels to find the right thing to watch as you plopped down on the couch again, “It’s gonna take about 30 minutes,”

“Perfect,” Joe replied, wrapping you in his arms as you both were snuggling on the couch and watching the reality show that was on the screen.  Joe gave you a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you,”

“For what?” You asked.

“For putting up with me when I get like this,” Joe reasoned as you giggled.

“Being a grumpy kitten.  Of course, I put up with it, because I love you and you’re cute,” You teased as he poked your side.  You knew deep down his grumpy side would never outweigh the happiness and bright light that he had with him.  It was just a good reminder for him that he was human, and that sometimes he had the right to vent and have moments of grumpiness and stress.  As long as you were there to help him and simply be present, Joe would be okay.

He was always going to be okay. Thanks to you

The End

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I Like Watching You Dance - E.Munson

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summary | In which nutcracker season is at its peak, and spending quality time with Eddie Munson is impossible. Eddie decides to surprise you after a long day of rehearsing, but ends up watching you in awe as you rehearse for your role as the sugar plum fairy in your academy's production of The Nutcracker.

tags | Eddie Munson x fem!reader, ballerina!reader, fluff, ballet fic, Nutcracker season, cute relationship, she/her pronouns used

word count | 1.2k

a/n | hey y'all!!! so I'd like to say that I am ballet dancer myself, so I know my stuff. This fic was very fun to write, especially because it's Nutcracker season right now, and that there was no research that had to be done! Bye!

⚠️ i will not allow anyone copy and pasting my work into any other social platform or site without consulting with me first ⚠️

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Eddie arrived to pick you up after your rehearsal, but you aren’t anywhere to be seen. He looks back down to the note card placed in his lap.

“16700 Dawn Rd, Ronan IN,” he read aloud. “Where the fuck is she?”

Due to your schedule with ballet, you and Eddie were unable to go on any sort of date, even spending some quality time together. He knew how hard it was for you, dancing everyday and all, but he hated not being able to see your face everyday after school and wrapping you up in his arms after a long day.

He looked out of his van window to see the large building with big, bold letters, written, “Balanchine Classical Ballet Academy,” which stood out compared to the white concrete walls of the exterior part of the building. Deciding whether to stay in the van, or go out and see if you were there or not, Eddie chose to get out. As he opens the driver’s side door, a cold gust of wind hits him like a bullet. Quickly, Eddie slams the door shut and goes to find a spare jacket hidden in the trunk. As soon as he finds it, he puts it on, and opens the door once more. The cold air comes back again but because of the big, warm coat Eddie had put on, it wasn’t as bad as it was before. Eddie approaches the large building with a scrunch on his face, he hates how the melted snow feels on his skin.

Once he enters the academy doors, Eddie is met with a busy atmosphere with little girls in pink and blue Capezio leotards and dance moms sewing costumes together while gossiping. All studios were occupied with dancers rehearsing for their production of The Nutcracker which was just around the corner from now. Eddie looks up at the tall walls covered in awards from ballet competitions from prior years, and photographs of very famous dancers. On one part of the wall hung a collection of headshots of the older dancers who’ve won all of the awards as well as bring some pride to the academy. He gazed up to the top and was met with your face. You wore a bright smile with your hair in a neat, tight bun. Right under was a gold plate that had “Y/n L/n, 1st place Winner of the International Grand Prix” engraved into it.

Eddie was interrupted by a voice of an older woman, “Do you need help, sir?”.

Eddie looks back to see a rather tall woman with a cane in hand. He looks past her and sees the group of gossiping mothers with concerned faces staring at him. Eddie realizes the situation and immediately begins panicking.

“Oh, I wasn’t here to cause any trouble, I was waiting for my girlfriend, you see-“

“Stop,” the woman demands. Eddie quickly silenced himself, the woman was awfully frightening. “I know who you are and I know you mean no harm.”

Eddie was taken aback, “How the fuck does she know who I am?,” he thought.

“Waiting for Ms. L/n I presume?” The older woman asks.

“Uhh yea, she’s usually done at 5:00, but she wasn’t outside, so I came in to see if she was here.”

The lady nods, “come with me,” she gestures to Eddie to follow her as they stride across a long hallway, studios on each side of the wall. Eddie’s eyes were glued to the floor, while people move out of their way for the lady to walk by. The loud noises were soon turned into hushes, and the only thing you could hear was the music coming from the studios, the whispering, and the click clacks of the woman’s heels.

Turning the corner, a group of dancers were all packed around a window, watching the rehearsal. They all stood in silence as they watched in awe of the beautiful ballerina. By the sound of the women's heels clicking once again, the dancers snapped their heads towards her away, and quickly gathered their bags and moved along.

“I guess I really am that frightening,” the woman chuckled.

“No shit, Sherlock, you look like you’d kill me with that cane,” Eddie thought, scratching the back of his head.

The woman stops right in front of the window where the prior dancers were standing. Eddie stops as well, and looks into the studio. A ballerina engrossed in the music made her away across the room and into a lift, a man held her high up into the air.

“Here she is,” the woman says, stepping to the side.

Eddie grows closer to the window and watches you. A navy blue leotard hugged your figure, and the black practice tutu you wore complimented it perfectly. The new pointe shoes you put on at the beginning of the day were now completely dead as the ribbons and elastic were holding by the threads. The shank and box were “soggy”, however, that didn’t matter at the moment. Eddie noticed how you moved your arms, it was almost as if they were in a fluid state. He marveled at the sight of you in such a graceful state.

As the ending of the Sugar Plum and Cavalier Pas De Deux came to a close, you sat yourself down while you gasped for air. The dance was so exhausting it left you breathless.

“Beautiful isn’t she?” the woman compliments. “I’ve taught her since she was nine years old. Never failed to disappoint me.”

Eddie nods, unsure of what to say.

You pack up your bags and replace the practice tutu with black trash bag pants. You take your dead pointe shoes off and put on normal everyday shoes. Your french twist, that had been neat and slick back at the beginning of the day, was now messed up with dozens of fly-always sticking at your skin. Your sweat creates a stain on your leotard, but who the fuck cared.

“Bye, Dmitri,” you wave. Dmitri, your pas de deux partner, waves back and says his goodbyes. You bring the bag to your shoulder and begin making your way out of the studio. Upon walking out, Eddie props himself against the door frame, making himself known.

“Eddie!” Your eyes brighten, hurrying over to embrace him into a tight hug. “I was going to call you to pick me up, but you're here!”

“Yea, I watched you do your twirling stuff,” Eddie said, in which he starts to mimic your en dedan turns.

“Wow, Eddie, you’re so funny. Ha ha,” you say, sarcastically of course. “Shit, sorry, you were probably bored. I didn’t think rehearsal would run for that long.”

“What! I like watching you dance, it was nice ,” Eddie wraps his arm around your shoulder while beginning to leave.

“Really? Do you think so? I say that sweat stains and bruised toe nails would say otherwise, but I’ll take the compliment,” you chuckle.

Walking into the lobby, hand-in-hand, the gossiping mothers turn their heads towards your way, staring at the two of you walk by.

“Did you see that?” One of them whispers.

“Yea, never thought someone like her would go for someone like him,” another replies.

“Well, I think they look cute together.”

“I saw them at the park this one time, they looked really happy.”

“I heard someone say that he’s a cult leader.”

“Oh shut your mouth, Carol. No one believes in that kind of stuff anymore.”

You and Eddie try not to laugh when you hear the gossiping. The pretty, kind, ballerina with the crazy, drug addict, metal head? Of course, no one would have thought that it would ever happen!

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a/n: sorry for another authors note, hehe. srry for being gone for such a long time, i had like no motivation to write anything lol. I wrote this fic in honor of Nutcracker season! bye!

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Foolish Lover's Game

SUMMARY: Inside your refuge, few things could reach the bubble you've created. More than a safe haven, the library was an old friend—a place free from any of the worries from the outside world.

Eddie Munson starting to frequent the only place in school where you could be free from any thoughts of him definitely got under your skin, and as much as you'd like to ignore his presence there, that seemed like something he didn't want. The whole thing felt like a challenge from the Universe.

⚠️ Chronic illness, angst, insecurities, mentions of bullying. | 🏷️ Eddie Munson x F!Reader, bookworm reader, post-vol.2, strangers to lovers, fluff, [6.4k]. | 📑 This work was commissioned by the lovely Ollie (@buttybarnes1917 ) and I hope they enjoy every single word of it.

Most of the time, the two of you sat in silence.

A month of it passed by—four whole weeks in which Eddie Munson sat across from you in the almost-hidden table in the library’s corner, the place where you spent most of your years inside this school, and it still sky-rocketed your heart every time he made his way here.

The silent look of request he gave to you before sitting down, always. Big, brown doe eyes, and an apprehensive, shy smile. Without fail, your ribcage rattled, and you nodded for him to take the seat.

It was you who had offered it in the first place.

It started like this: Two months ago, Eddie was a murder suspect.

Then, six weeks ago, he returned to school with his name cleared, his head hanging low, and everything about him toned down.

As someone who observed Eddie from the shadows all these years, it was one of the weirdest sights of your life.

When you thought of him — and you did, more often than anyone would care to know — you thought of sunlight. Your best friend Yue made fun of you for it when they heard the comparison pulled out of you after a few drinks when the two of you had a sleepover during freshman year, laughing until they couldn’t breathe. “Munson? Sunlight? Are you sure we’re talking about the same person, love?” they had asked you.

Others got confused, maybe. Eddie presented himself as a hurricane, but all you needed was to look further, to observe past the times when he was trying to get your attention and see him when he thought no one was looking.

Eddie was genuine.

His eyes also said so much.

Maybe it was a thing of someone else living in the ‘outcast’ window of society, but you could see things as clear as a Summer’s afternoon, much like Eddie saw right through the clicks of false sense of personality of people in high school, and you saw that he was a lot more than a nerd and a “problem”.

So when he returned from the clusterfuck that was the beginning of school year and everything that made Eddie himself was gone, your eyes did a double take. You stood there, frozen in your spot, and wondered what was the point of throwing this poor guy back in this shark’s tank with his name cleared if no one was going to do a damned thing to stop the jocks and the other idiots from throwing him looks, knocking him on his ass in the corridors, and whispering dirty things as he passed by.

It was cruel, almost.

You wanted to say something, do something to tell these people to fuck off, but you remained invisible.

Eddie could make himself smaller, but invisible was something he’d never be.

Hellfire Club received a notification on the week of the murders—shut down.

Two of the boys from the club moved cities.

Thankfully, though, Eddie was not alone.

Around him or by his side, there were always those freshman kids: Mike, Lucas, Dustin, and now Will, and Eleven, who had returned from the town they moved to.

A week after their group returns, Max Mayfield shows up in the school halls as Lucas pushes her wheelchair and talks non-stop about something, and the subject switches from ‘the gang of weirds’ to ‘What Happened to Max?’

High school could go on a competition with Hell and win.

It makes you nauseous to hear what some of your class colleagues have to say about her. As someone who’s lived with chronic illness her entire life, hearing how able bodied people react to someone who’s not what they expect or know how to deal with is disheartening.

And annoying.

You’re pissed off beyond reason the first time you walk inside the library and see him there.

Eddie’s sitting on the floor, hidden behind bookshelves, and the sight knocks you out almost instantly.

If you could run without ending up in the hospital, you would’ve.

Instead, you walk inside and speak with Mrs. D’Arcy, picking the words one by one in hopes of being elusive as you try to discover what the hell is he doing here.

“He’s been coming here since he came back, darling. Says he wants to graduate now more than ever. I’ve had to kick out his friends, though, unfortunately—they don’t know how to keep quiet together. You weren’t here that day.”

Without his friends there, Eddie sticks to the floor.

For days, you walk inside, take a look around and, without fail, find his curly mop of hair somewhere in the ground, hunched over books and what looks like homework. It goes like this for days until someone pretends to trip over him.

That’s when Eddie gets up with all of his things and a permenent pinch in his eyebrows—he looks done, and you realize that must’ve not be the first time someone’s tried to bother him in here. It makes sense that he chooses the floor then and not one of the tables. Most of them are occupied either by group studies or loners like yourself who pick the library over cafeteria and other places, and no one fails at giving him a dirty look as he passes by.

No one, but you.

Eddie almost leaves that day.

He looks sad, angry, and as you stare at his face you can see bags under his eyes as well, which is concerning, but—

his eyes are on you.

You, who sits in the one table for two in the far corner of the library.

You, who’s been coming here all your years of Hawkins High because books are better company than people.

You, who gives him a weak, shaky smile.

And who points to the chair in front of you.

Eddie Munson stares at you, not for the first time in his life, but for the first one that seems to matter. He looks at every inch of you as if expecting a second head to pop out from somewhere screaming ‘I got you, sucker!’ but when he finds nothing, his gaze is back on yours.

Then, he walks to your table in slow steps, and stops there, hovering over you.

He’s taller than you imagined up close. When he still was three years ahead of you and he passed by, there was the excuse of him being older—now, he’s just tall.

“Can I?” he asks, pointing to the chair in front of you.

“Be my guest.”

That’s how it starts.

Tentative, and fragile—Eddie’s whole demeanor is different when he’s not around one of his freshmen group, and he takes out his homework sheets and stuff while stealing furtive glances at you and your chemistry notes.

It takes a few minutes for you two to relax. Your heart’s beating too fast for your liking, but you keep your eyes focused and do your best until you hear the carbon tip of his pencil working against the paper furiously, and you breathe in a steady breath.

It starts with you realizing Eddie smells heavily of tobacco and he keeps the tip of the pencil between his teeth as he thinks.

Sharing a table with him is mostly silence. It’s also torture.

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During the first four weeks, all you two share are greetings.

It's the first week of November and the weather's shifting to its icy, sharp winds, and cold mornings when you break. From the little interactions you’ve had it was quite obvious Eddie would never be the one to speak up first—no one other than his friends spoke to him unless it was for a snarky comment or something meaner, and you were not the most approachable looking person.

A nose buried in books turned you expression unreadable from an early age.

Still—Eddie looks on the verge of crying.

You didn’t even mean to look—you just do.

(You always do. Stealing glances of him became a parte of routine.)

This time, he has one hand buried deep in his hair and the wide, twitchy look in his eye of someone who’s about to strain themselves.

You’ve seen the look on the mirror enough times.

“You’re gonna burst a vein on your forehead if you don’t take a break.”

The words surprise even you.

Both of you freeze—you in disbelief at your mouth for letting slip your thoughts as if you’re in Yue’s presence, and him because you talked.

You stare at each other for a second, and when Eddie lets out an, “Huh?” you feel your shoulders relaxing.

He might be the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, but he’s still just a person. You breathe in, “You were already here when I arrived today. You switched from your English paper to Chemistry, and you haven’t taken a second of break.” Eddie’s eyes are still wide, and you look away for just a second. He might be ‘just’ a person, but he’s one with the most gorgeous eyes. It’s fucking distracting. “Drink water. Eat something. That sort of thing.”

“You’re…” Eddie drifts there in his sentence. You look up, and he’s trying to close his mouth. “I’m not really the type of person that drinks water,” he says through a square smile.

The way he says ‘water’ makes you tilt your head. One eyebrow lifts up. “You don’t drink water?” you ask, deadpanned.

“Have you ever seen me drinking water?” his shoulders visibly relax too, and he chuckles.

“No.” You’d never seen him do much other than try to rip his hair out with his hands these past weeks. “But you should.”

“Does it really make that much of a difference?” Eddie asks you in a thoughtful tone.

This guy. You scoff, unable to keep a smile from forming. “I don’t know. Let’s see—you have headaches, often. You think it’s the cigarettes, or whatever it is you’re smoking. It’s not. You wake up lightheaded sometimes. Dry eyes, dry mouth,” you hum, looking up at the ceiling and trying to think about what you used to feel before. “You’re stomach’s a bitch often, too. I guess you also think that’s because of—”

“Are you a witch?” he interrupts, leaning across the table with his torso, wide eyes and an even bigger smile. “What the fuck,” he mutters to himself, then laughs as quietly as possible. “What the actual fuck. That’s terrifying!”

Your mouth twitches when you pull your laughter down. “Five out of five?”

Eddie points a finger at you. “That. Was awesome.” He looks around after his raise in his voice at the last word, then turns back to you stage-whispering. “Tell me all your secrets. It’s like you were in my head! Or, well—I’d say it was like you were in the shadows of everywhere I live, but that’s kinda terrifying. And five outta five, indeed. You’ve got a really good memory, huh?” Eddie cocks his head to the side. “I figured you were smart.”

“You figured?”

“I did.” His nod is almost like he’s proud of himself. He straightens up against the chair. “You do your homework only a few days of the week. The others you’re just here reading or drawing in your notebook that you never let me see.”

This time, it’s you who feels the spike of wonder—you know he’s not a witch, but you get his surprise, now.

He’s been paying attention to me, too? 

Hoping the heat in your cheeks is not enough to be visible, you narrow your eyes. “You’ve observational.”

Eddie’s chuckle is a bit cocky. “Says the person who noticed I was sucking at English, then switched to suffering at Chemistry.”

He’s got you there.

You close the book you were reading and smile when you notice that Eddie is as good as you in doing something. “Touché. Now—have you at least eaten today?”

When all the glee evaporates from his features, leaving only the surprise behind, you wonder if you’re poking too far. You even falter—maybe Eddie hates people in his business and you’re being too nosy for someone who’s never shared even a few words with him. Before you get too lost in your quicksand of worries, Eddie says, “Uhm—I don’t bring lunch anymore.” He looks down at the table. “Easier than losing it almost daily.”

“Oh.” Anger was so rare to you that it tasted weird. You pushed it down as soon as it came, because it was also useless. Huffing, you grab your satchel bag hanging on the chair. “God, they’re still doing that kindergarten bullshit to you?”

“Throwing my lunch in the trash? Yeah. I mean—I prefer it over me in it, to be honest.”

“Come on,” you say.

Eddie follows you with a, “Go? Where? Uh—should we really leave all of—”

“No one’s gonna steal our textbooks, Eddie,” you laugh at the thought. “And Mrs. D’Arcy has hawk eyes.”

“You’re friends with Mrs. D’Arcy?” Eddie asks, but then lifts his hand up in the air. “Wait—don’t answer that. Of course you are. I’ve seen you with a book for over a week—she gives anyone the side eyes if they’re even a date late and, according to Wheeler, she’s meaner than a fusion of Henderon and Nancy. It’d make sense you’re friends with her. Since when do you come here?”

“Do you always talk this much?” you open the library door’s and look over your shoulder to him.

Eddie smiles at you. “Do you always dodge questions with other questions?”

“I’d say I do it about as often as you.”

Eddie laughs at that. “Jesus Christ. You’re sharp, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know what to do with your tone of surprise.” Or with the way your heart was trying to beat out of your chest. “I do live in the library—you’ve been there every day to see it. People who go there tend to a bit more of brain exercises than others.” You turned around in the empty corridor that led to the unused old Laboratories and stopped there, sitting on the floor against the wall. Looking up at Eddie, you offer him a smile. “Sit.”

He takes a second, but sits next to you. Eddie watches as you open your bag and take out two sandwiches, your water bottle, and an apple. You offer him the bottle in silence, place the sandwich on his lap, then start unwrapping yours.

“I meant what I said about the breaks, you know?” you ask him before taking the first bite.

Eddie looks at the sandwich, then you. He stays quiet while you chew, staring at the food in his hands like his mind is trying to keep up with what’s happening and struggling.

Slowly, he starts to unwrap it. “Water and food,” his voice is low. He clears his throat, and the sarcasm is back in his tone when he talks again. “Yeah, I heard it somewhere it’s good for you.”

You roll your eyes and take another bite. “You’re gonna exhaust your brain before finals if you keep it up like this.”

“Well, my darling, not everyone who goes to the library is as good as you in using their heads.” Eddie takes a bite out of the sandwich. It pleases you beyond words to see his eyebrows shooting up.

“If you’re trying to imply you’re stupid, I’m unfortunate enough to sit right behind Henderson and Wheeler in AP Literature and I know for a fact that’s a load of bullshit.”

Eddie hides his laughter behind his hand. “You’re a lot more foul-mouthed than I imagined.”

That’s his third assumption so far. “Do you always create people’s profiles in your head?”

“Not always.” Eddie opens your water bottle and drinks from it without touching it on his lips. He puts it down and takes a deep breath. “It’s sort of an unconscious habit of mine. I do it when there are people I see often enough that they spark a curiosity, y’know? I create their background profiles—I don’t know if that’s weird, or creepy—I don’t mean it to be that way.”

“It’s the writer in you.” You heard enough from Dustin and Mike and their incessant worshipping of Eddie’s abilities as a “Master” to know he was a great story-teller. “I get it,” you nod, taking another bite.

Eddie’s mouth hanging open says you’ve surprised him again.

“What?” you ask, covering your full mouth with your hand. “I told you I sit behind them. They talk about you all the time.”

Color takes over the top of Eddie’s cheeks at that, and he looks down at the floor with a smile that’s as fond as it is awed. He chuckles. “Yeah. Those dummies really like me.”

And it’s a mutual feeling, you think. “Yup.”

Eddie sighs deeply, and takes another bite. He eats it slowly, and when he swallows, he asks, “You really think I’m not stupid even though I’m still here?”

You frown. “The only thing that you still being here tells me is that you’re persistent. And resilient.” You shake your head at him. “I think there are ways to be smart. The highest I’ve ever gotten in English was a B+. And I sweat for that one. You did your English paper in—what, ten minutes?”

“You really pay attention, huh?”

That brings heat to your cheeks. “Shut up. You’re sitting right across from me.”

“Awn, I’m happy! I thought you hated me all this time. Or tolerated me, at best. Your face’s really hard to read.”

“Mine? I’m an open book,” you reply with a blank expression.

Eddie and you stare at each other for a second, then both start laughing.

“The sass and cursing are definitely a surprise, but I like it,” he says once he’s calmed down. Eddie takes another bite, and speaks with his mouth full. “You really think I’m gonna pop a vein?”

“Yes. Your brain’s a muscle, dummy,” you echo his fond, yet teasing pet-name for his friends. “No one practices a sport for two hours without taking a single break for water and stuff. You gotta take it easier.”

Eddie listens to you while nodding and eating. “That makes sense.”

You two finish the sandwiches in silence, sharing the water and the comfort of being alone in a building so full of noise and life.

When the food’s gone, Eddie stretches his leg and looks at you.

“Hey, Y/n?”

You wonder how does he know your name when he’s never asked for it. “Hm?”

“Are you any good in Chemistry?”

You smile.

Eddie Munson asking for your help.

High School truly can feel like the weirdest experience.

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In return for your sandwiches, Eddie starts bringing to the library his walkman.

He discovers you listen to a wide variety of music in one of your study breaks — which are a thing now, because Eddie needs routine and if you let him be, he’ll sit and stew with his head buried in text books until he’s blue in the face — and finding out that half of his bands are known to you almost blows his head from his neck.

He asks, “Can music count as break time?” and then, you two are sharing artists like kids share cards in a playground.

Eddie also helps you with your essays, which improve in two weeks under his curated notes.

The quick-thinking and smarts you knew he had are almost… sexy to witness, in some way.

Eddie points to you words that could be replaced, cuts out unecessary parts and the way he breaks down sentences to re-create them in better ways shows you why Dustin and Mike talk about him doing the D&D thing like a movie fanatic talks about their favorite writer.

He has talent in the tip of his fingers.

As the days turn colder, your conversations become warmer.

More real.

Where there were heads buried in books, now there are hushed whispers and exchange of looks.

Eddie asks you how you are every day.

It’s how he notices you’re not okay when the time comes.

“What d’you mean ‘the time always comes’? You sound ominous as fuck—I’m talking Tolkien levels of ominous. Wait—you know Tolkien? He wrote—”

“I know Tolkien, Edward,” you hide the next cough in your inner elbow, then pin him under a look. “Not the only nerd on this table, remember?”

Eddie rolls his eyes at you (a big step up for someone who could barely tease you a couple of weeks ago) and pokes your forearm with his pen. “Can you drop the Mast of Sass and focus on the question?”

“It’s cold, Eddie.” It comes off whiny, and you’re thankful for the harsh winds outside because they could be blamed for your red nose and cheeks instead of the embarassment of how fast you’ve fallen for wanting his attention. Not that different from everyone who starts walking around him, are you? “It’s always harder for me to stay healthy when it’s cold like this. Stupid fucking weather.”

Eddie proves once more he is smart. “Is—uh, is your immune system compromised, or something?”

You rest your cheek against your arm and look up at him with a smile. “Look who’s been studying their biology,” you coo.

Eddie smacks his teeth, then lightly taps his hand on your arm. “My God, you’re worse than them sometimes.” He drops his head on the table too to be on your eye level. “I noticed you never run to catch up with that friend of yours when you two are walking together around school.”

“I’ll end up in a hospital if I do,” you chuckle bitterly. “Yue waits for me, anyway. They always do.”

“Oh.” Eddie’s lips form a pout. “So I was right?”

You nod, then point at your own chest. “Transplant recipient,” you offer as an explanation. “Winter means worst phantom pains, a lot more eating to keep my immune system as good as possible, and that any stupid fucking wind that catches me off guard might—” coughing hurts, you think. What a bitch and divine timing.

Groaning, you wonder if this is going to get worse. You’d hate to end up at a hospital in a time like this.

“Hey—” Eddie’s hand covers your arm. “This library’s cold as fuck and the heating in it sucks. Maybe this isn’t the hottest spot for December afternoon study sessions?” He offers.

“I don’t have the attention span or will to study at my house if that’s what you’re suggesting.”

“Maybe not your house, but—” he stops himself. Eddie only bites his lips like that when he’s indecisive about asking something; shy, or insecure, perhaps. “Right,” he nods, like he’s taking a decision. “Uhm—I’ve got two friends of mine who’ve been asking me to join their study sessions, and, frankly, I thought they were only doing it to be nice, but when they gave me their little disappointed sad puppy faces after discovering I already had a really cool study buddy, I learned they actually meant it? So I just thought—why not check if Wheeler and Buckley are still accepting people for their study time? Those two are really good. Like, seriously, you’d love them. They really wanna graduate and get the hell outta Hawkins, and they both go to Wheeler’s house three days of the week, so… maybe I could ask them if they want our company?”

Rambling to cover his anxiety, much like you resort to silence to mask yours.

That’s all he says.

There’s no weird inquiry, no pity in his eyes, nothing different.

You’re unsure of what you thought would happen when Eddie found out, but it still takes a moment to get over the shock and give him a weak nod.

He’s friends with Max Mayfield, you remember. The girl’s probably one of the dozen of people in this school who weren’t able bodied, and you’ve seen Eddie around the corridors with her. Usual amount of teasing, a foot in front of her wheels, and now that those were gone and replaced by the walking stick, you’ve seen him use her stick to playfully threaten her.

Difference fazing him would make no sense—Eddie was different.

He talked to you about the message in the music he liked, and looked at you with hope stored in all the galaxies inside those eyes—hope you’d understand what he meant, hope you’d reserve no judgment over it.

When he noted you cared for him, Eddie talked about being tired.

He asked you what were your thoughts on nightmares and wounds of the soul.

Eddie listened.

Not with only one ear, not the kind of hearing most people did where they absorbed the information only enough to form a retort or have an answer ready, no.

He heard everything you said, and you could see the words dancing around his mind before he answered.

There was thought involved in his replies.

Even in his teasings.

When the study session became a group thing during Winter, Eddie turned himself into a bridge, open and honest.

He made sure you and the girls met and liked each other before confirming you two would be back.

How one Earth you ended up as his ‘study buddy’, the one he considered to be his ‘partner’, that answer was beyond your capacities.

One second Eddie was a presence on the other side of a table, and next, he’s everywhere.

Sunlight.

About that you’d been right—it’s grim and grey outside, but you feel warm, anyway.

Eddie Munson introduces you with, “This is Y/n, my friend,” and there’s warmth spreading all over.

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Infatuation.

The word that explains why you spent so many days and hours stealing glances of Eddie from afar in the three years he was in classes ahead of yours is infatuation.

The same word also explains why it could’ve never been just friends for you.

Yue called it from the beginning—as soon as Eddie started talking to you every day, sharing his music, his life, his interests, they told you, “just don’t fall in love with the metalhead with a pinch for delinquency who wants to fuck out of town as soon as he graduates, please?”, and you’d laughed it off, said “I won’t.”

If not falling for him was ever an option, you ran past it and never caught a glimpse of it.

Maybe that was why—maybe that’s why the anxiety only takes over when the airs are shifting and words like ‘prom’ are starting to occupy people’s lips; why it stayed quiet and hidden until now, buried in places of your mind where you keep the things you prefer not thinking or talking about.

Of course you’d befriend him just as you’re both about to graduate.

That’s fate—it gives you a test at every twist and turn, and yours comes in the bright, and warm shape of Eddie Munson.

How can you resist the smiles?

The way he asks you things all the time, and starts seeking your nod of approval, or for you to join him in teasing his friends?

Was there even a way of not ending up with your heart bleeding in your hands when Eddie made sure to introduce you to everyone he cared about?

Impossible.

The answer to all of those questions is that—it was impossible.

You learn about his family. His past.

After inviting you to hang out outside of the school’s repressing walls, Eddie blossoms like the spring, and it creates a garden in the cracks of your ribcages. There are traces of Eddie’s presence everywhere, and you only notice when it’s too late.

How ephemerous everything is.

Time drags like a sloth for its most part, but when things are happening and the wheels are turning, when Eddie is cracking jokes with you in the back of his van, or inviting — begging — you to go to Henderson’s house and watch him and all of his friends play their game for the first time in a long time, time blinks.

Then, you’re the one dragging yourself through the days.

Soon, all of this will be gone.

Will he go, too?

Eddie talks about graduation, but very little is spared to what comes afterwards. As he walks you to your house one afternoon, your mind gets lost in the infinite possibilities of what you could be doing this same time next year while Eddie plays music in a pub in a city whose name you never heard of.

“Yo—pssss.”

His psss psss is never directed at cats like they’re supposed to be.

You turn around, a hand on your bike’s handlebars and the other holding your backpack slunger over a shoulder. “Hm?”

Eddie skips to your side. Walking’s normally is not really his thing. “You are veryyy lost in thoughts.”

“No, I’m not,” you quip back defensively. Too defensively.

“Ah, yes, you are,” he laughs at you, not unkindly. “You have been for, like, I don’t know—three or four days now. What’s up?”

“Nothing’s up,” you feel your heart beating faster. Too much is up. Nothing is down. My head makes no sense anymore, Eds.

Eddie stays quiet for a total of three seconds. “I would’ve bought that if I had the deduction and perception skills of a troll, maybe, but—” he points at himself with both hands. “I’m a very smart boy.” His dimpled smile is gorgeous. You’d miss if it went away. “Or, that’s what my friends have been trying to convince me for the past few months, at least.”

Could you tell him? What if he thought it was weird? What if you two were not that type of friends?

“Come on, throw me a crumb, or something. I’m good at riddles,” Eddie says. “You can just throw random words in the air and as long as they’re all clues, I’ll piece it together. I know you’re not a big fan of talking when you’re worried.”

It halts you.

You become still, and Eddie takes a second to realize you stopped walking.

I know you’re not a big fan of talking when you’re worried. 

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?” He looks serious, out of nowhere. He walks closer to you.

“Are we gonna be friends? When… after school. Will we be friends?”

Eddie also stops, standing right in front of you. “Is that what’s been worrying you?” You nod at his question. “Y/n. I literally told the girls you were the only graduation gift I ever needed—I said that. I said those exact words, and you were there,” as he talks, his smile grows, bit by bit. “Listen. I started this year guillable, over-confident, and too idealistic for someone who calls himself cynical. Then, the world literally threw me upside down, made me question everything about—well, everything, and I thought for a hot second I was gonna die.”

Althought the last part is not news to you, it still makes you bite your lips to stop them from quivering.

Eddie takes another step closer to you. “And when I thought everything was the shittiest its ever been, I realized I made a bunch of friends. Realized my uncle’s all the family I needed. And I thought that was it. The end. Great finale. But—” he smiles with a tilted head, and places one hand on your shoulder. “I got another one. This friendship, if I’m being honest, I thought it was a bit out of my league, but as it turns out, she’s the type that hates everybody but me, and I’m all here for it. So—to answer your question. If you even try to get rid of me, you’ll fail.” Eddie sighs deeply. “You’re stuck with me, I’m afraid.”

That brings a smile to your face. At least this. Friends is good enough. “It’s mutual.”

Eddie uses the hand on your shoulder to pull you in for a hug then, but both of you seem to notice it’s the first real hug you’ve given.

None of you are used to touching the other too much.

You never did because—it’s Eddie.

What you want to trace the outline of his lips. Touch his tattoos, ask him about each of them, if they have meaning or not. You want to grab his pretty waist—none of that screams ‘behavior that friends do’.

Eddie, on the other hand, was a very touchy person. You imagined him not extending that to you with his usual enthusiasm meant him trying to respect you and your ways, but…

The hug fits like a tailored suit.

Both of you notice at the same time—his arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you in playfully, but when your chests connect and you wrap your arms around his waist, you can feel Eddie’s movement slowing down.

His heartbeat speeding up.

Time being an illusion comes to play all over again. Within three seconds, the atmosphere around you changes.

Your head buries in his chest, arms tightening around his body.

Eddie returns the hug with the same strength. He hugs you tighter, then tighter, and when you nuzzle your head to get as comfortable as possible in the crook of his neck, Eddie buries his in your shoulders as a response.

You two seem to slip into one another like a magical fitted glove, and you’re too frightened to pull back once you’re inside his embrace.

All you want is to stay there.

To your luck, the feeling is mutual.

Eddie, for all his energy and jitterness, becomes peaceful and still as he holds you. His breathing evens, and the only sign of his erratic nature is the crisp sensation of his heart beating hard and fast through his clothes.

You want him, and you use all the times when he’s called you a friend as a saving rope for you to not do anything stupid, but then…

Eddie pulls back just a little, and one of his hands holds the back of your neck.

It steals all of the oxygen from your lungs because—you’ve had a dream like this.

You dreamt about this, and this can’t be real, but it is.

“Y/n?” Eddie sounds scared. His voice is small, and you can feel his breathing short.

“Yeah?”

“Can I ask you for a favor? As… as a friend.”

As a friend.

“Sure.”

“Can you reject me?”

If your heart was beating before, it stops now.

“What?”

“Reject me,” he repeats, pulling his face back just enough so you can see his sad smile. “That way I can… just focus on being a good friend. If I have my no, my mind doesn’t waste time with stupid what ifs. I—I wanna be a good friend. Like you are.”

Reject me.

Everything is white noise.

You blink once, twice, thrice, and he’s still there.

Looking at you with his doe eyes—chocolate storms, staring straight into your soul, looking aprehensive and filled with fear, waiting—

for rejection.

You huff out a breath that was stuck in your frozen body, and when your soul returns to you, what you do next might be the best damn thing you’ve ever done.

Eddie’s taller, but he’s close, so all you have to do is lean your head up a little bit and—

soft, plump lips. His lips are warm. He’s holding me tighter. Eddie’s holding me.

Eddie’s snapped out of his shock after a moment of your lips on his, and when he starts kissing back, your mind starts to spiral through all the tiny little moments you missed all these moments.

All the looks he’s stolen when he thought you weren’t looking. The jokes he’s made curated for your sense of humor only, and with quips only you would get. The way he’d lean against your body. Carrying your stuff for you until the library.

Your mouths move slower, then faster and more desperate as all those images fly back to you like someone released their hold on them.

Eddie likes you too.

He pulls back for air holding you close by the neck, and his face is red.

He’s breathless, too, just like you, and his lips are shining because you two were kissing without abandon in the middle of the forest trail, and god he looks so pretty like this.

“That…” he starts shaking his head, and laugh. “That wasn’t a rejection.”

“God, we are both stupid,” you lunge forward for another kiss, and it’s difficult to kiss someone who’s laughing, but you manage.

Eddie holds your face, cups your cheeks with his other hand and guides you to a slow, tongues-tied kiss that lasts for minutes until you’re clutching at his clothes and getting dizzy.

When he looks at your face again, his cheeks as red as yours must be, Eddie gives you a smile you’ve never seen before.

It’s… open. And sweet, like molasses.

“You know that you’re definitely stuck with me now, right?” he asks.

You smile back, feeling drunk in the face of his happiness—it’s too much like a Summer’s day. Too hot, and sticky, and addicting.

You fucking love it.

“Right back at ya, pretty boy.”

Eddie smiles at you with a shy duck of his head.

Most of the time, you two used to sit in silence.

By the time graduation comes and Summer arrives, most of your time together is spent between a sea of words. The silence you two share is intimate. Rewarding, and comfortable like no other silence you’ve experienced.

Most of the time, though, you and Eddie are a constant exchange of possibilities and desires—a push and pull of dreams, ideas, and knowledge.

He calls you his moonlight.

Eddie discovers you see him as sunlight, and tells you that you’re like Moon—”sure as the tide, baby. That’s how I learned to love you. Coming and going, ‘till you were washing my mind without fail every day.”

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23&29 joe -I’m at the hospital, I’ll always choose you

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Joe was at the airport waiting for his flight to be called when he got the call.

He’d already gone through security and was in the vip lounge waiting for his plane, he had a comic con this weekend but nothing else mattered when he got the call.

“Hi, is this mr Joseph quinn?” “Yes that is he, who’s calling?” “Your y/n l/n emergency contact yes?” “Yes that’s correct what’s going on?! Are they alright?!” “I regret to inform you that they are currently on their way to the hospital via ambulance, as they’ve been in a car crash, unfortunately this is all the information I can give right now”

Joe nearly dropped his phone, how had you gotten into an accident?! The last he knew you were at home getting ready for bed, after having had the day together before he had to leave.

His flight is being called and he hangs up the phone, he walks over to the hostess and sighs softly.

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Waking up I feel a hand on mine, I groan softly and look to my side seeing joe asleep in the uncomfortable chair, looking around my eyes adjusting to the light. “Joey?” I mumble my voice all hoarse, “hey sweetie” he says, his voice full of sleepy and worry. “How you feeling?” “I-I’m at the hospital?” He nods softly giving my hand a squeeze.

“You were in an accident sweet, you’re fine just a broken leg and a few cuts and scratches” he says softly. “But I” I start, “I should grab a nurse” he says pressing a button as a nurse walks in. “Ah y/n how you feeling?”

After learning that I had been in a three car pileup, thanks to someone who wasn’t looking at the road, nobody was seriously hurt thank god, all cars were a write off though.

“Everything hurts” I mumble as the nurse does something to my iv, “I can grab you some more pain meds” she says I nod and she leaves the room. “Joey” I sigh, he smiles softly and moves to sit beside me. “Drink up sweet” he mumbles helping me drink some water.

“Oh my god!” I say as he puts my drink down, “what? What’s wrong?!” He says checking over me to make sure I’m alright, “you’re meant to be in America right now!” “Baby relax for me” he chuckles softly “joe!” “Sweetheart, you were just in an accident” “but the con?!” “Sweetheart I’ll always… always choose you” he says placing a soft kiss to the middle of my forehead “always” he says placing his forehead against mine.

“But” “no” he says placing a soft kiss to my lips “you’re more important, I’ve already sorted it Kay” he says quietly against my lips.

“Rest my love” he says helping me lay down as he goes to move back to the chair “no stay” I pout, he nods and lays on his side beside me.

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Joseph Quinn NSFW ABC

As I'm trying to grow this account, I really do appreciate reblogs, follows and letting me know who else you guys want to see? A - After Sex

He likes to be taken care of after rough sex but after a quicker or normal vanilla stuff, he doesn’t mind just parting ways. A good cuddle never killed nobody though.

B - Bottom or Top

He is a bottom, through and through, with guys at least. He is a sub mainly but will be dominant from time to time if he feels like it.

C - Cum

He loves to be cummed in, not on. Whether you drop a load down his throat or his other hole, he doesn’t mind as long as you don’t do it on his back or something. He doesn’t hate it but it is a bit of a pain as it means less cuddling time.

D - Dress Up

Yes, he will wear the wig. No, he doesn’t enjoy it. However, he does enjoy the rest of the Eddie Munson costume and will wear the clothes if you want him to. He doesn’t appreciate being called Eddie all the time, but if you guys pre-plan it as a post-show or birthday thing, then he’s more than happy to fulfil your Eddie Munson fantasies.

E - Experience

He doesn’t have a huge amount of experience. Most of his experience comes from his fellow cast, Joe Keery, who will be found fucking Quinn to kingdom come in the dressing room.

F - Favourite Bodypart

He loves eyes, not in a creepy way but pretty eyes are essential and he always prefers sex where he can look in your eyes as you rail his ass.

G - Gag Reflex

He does have one, unfortunately. He can take up to six inches of man meat down his throat without a significant struggle.

H - Hair

He prefers to keep himself hairless waist up. It does get him more acting roles for some reason and it is just easier to maintain if he gets rid of all of it. In between jobs however, he might grow out his treasure trail for you.

I - Intimacy

Quinn likes intimacy. That intimacy can involve dates which have been planned ahead for months or it can be a rough and sensual fuck where he gets to stare deeply into your eyes.

J - Jerking

Not the horniest of guys, probably jerks off four times a week if he doesn’t have sex, and perhaps once if he does.

K - Kinks

Pretty vanilla, he does like romance though and while that’s not a kink, rose petals and candle lit rooms get him in the mood pretty quickly. He does like being chained to the bed every now and again.

L - Lube

As the person receiving, he does appreciate that lube has its place if he hasn’t received for a while but if he’s having constant sex then he doesn’t really see the need to remember to get some every time.

M - Massages

Not a big fan of receiving them but he does like giving his partner a massage, although his hands tend to wander around the waist and around the cock pretty quickly.

N - Nopes

Don’t get jealous of his sex with Joe Keery, that’s a dealbreaker. If you want to get in between them, that’s a different thing entirely but don’t mess with good sex.

O - Oral

Surprisingly, for a bottom, he likes receiving head far more than he likes giving it. Especially when he’s being dominant, he prefers lying back and letting his partner do all the work. He does know how to use his tongue rather well though.

P - Position/Place

He’s a bit basic with his preference for missionary and the bed but that’s just him. He doesn’t mind having sex in other places but he feels most comfortable there.

Q - Quickies

Sure, he’s happy for you to blow him or jerk him off but if the quickie involves just his partner getting off, then he’s less happy. Unless it is a preplanned thing to treat him as a cum-dump for the day or something, he doesn’t appreciate it.

R - Risky

Not the biggest risk taker. Sure, he’s had sex with Keery in the dressing room and you in another dressing room but other than those times, not really.

S - Sexts

Surprisingly, a big sexter, especially when he’s away from you. If you’re one of those people who really like his Eddie Munson character, he’ll get into costume and the wig, then get a photo of his cock out or mooning you.

T - Toys

Nope, those just get in the way of good ole sex. He doesn’t want there to be separate things that you guys have to use. The only exception is if his partner doesn’t have the anatomy to fuck him silly, then he doesn’t mind as long as it is the silicone kind.

U - Underwear

Thong, or commando - not really a fan of how boxers are so tight fitting. He hates being called a stereotypical bottom but it is what it is.

V - Volume

Not the loudest. Although, maybe that has to do with his experience coming from the Stranger Things dressing room with Joe Keery. He does like his partner making noise though, hell, he might fake a moan here and there just to try it out.

W - Wrecking Ball

Fuck him until the bed frame breaks, he can afford to buy a new one. Shove everything off the table if you want to fuck him on it - he doesn’t care.

X - XRay

A good 5 inches, fairly thick and cut. He does trim his pubes fairly short but so that they look aesthetically pleasing.

Y - Yeps

Rough, be rough in bed with him and leave lots of marks on him. He does enjoy when the make-up crew have to cover them up as it reminds him exactly what was done to him.

Z - Zest

Not overly sexual, he’s happy to fuck every day, but rarely twice a day unless he’s got a day off and nothing planned. This doesn’t mean a single fuck, but like, multiple fucks in one sitting.

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