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Mistaken Identities
I normally don't write RPF (no shame to those who do!) but this funny little drabble popped into my noggin today watching everyone melting down over a picture of Joe speaking with a female. If you like, please reblog and tag with feedback!
Joe Quinn x Reader
Summary: Joe spots something ridiculous in the daily tabloid.
Warnings: established relationship. vanilla, funny, no smut, bit of cussing, mild fluff, weed mention, adultery mention, Joe is pouty, reader is amused
Word count: 687 (just a wee thing)
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You’re just getting ready to take the first sip of your morning coffee when the freshly-printed tabloid of the day slaps down on the table in front of you with a light whup, making the wispy hairs around your face flutter.
You gingerly pick it up as you turn your head up to look at your husband, who is standing above you wearing an expression of total exasperation.
“Look at that shite,” Joe sighs, gesturing vaguely at the tabloid he just dumped in front of you.
You turn your head back to the paper in your hands and see, in the middle of the page in large bold letters, “Y/N SPOTTED SMOOCHING STRANGER, CHEATS ON HUSBAND!”
The photo below the headline was a grainy, too-zoomed photo of you standing at the top step of your rented flat, leaning down to plant a kiss on the lips of a tall, slim man standing a couple of steps down. His face is mostly obscured by long dark curls that cascade past his shoulders, but he’s wearing a white baseball tee with black sleeves, tight black jeans with torn knees, white high tops, and a silver wallet chain dangling from the back to front jeans pockets. His lean forearms are extended forward, dotted with tattoos, and his hands grip the railing of the steps you are standing upon. His head is tilted up to yours, the ghost of a smile on his lips barely visible beneath the long tresses. Overlaid in the upper corner of the photo is a round bubble featuring Joe’s face, pulling an overdramatic pout. You burst out laughing.
“This is so not funny,” Joe scowls in reply to your peals of laughter, looking a bit like his bubble photo. He huffs down in the seat perpendicular to yours at the table. He scrubs his hand across his face in frustration, but you can see that he’s fighting back a tired smile.
You flick your eyes back to the page, and begin reading the byline.
“Is there trouble in paradise with it-couple Joseph Quinn and Y/N?” you begin, and Joe audibly groans. You ignore him. “While hubby is away shooting for the hit Netflix smash Stranger Things, the naughty wife will play!” You hear your husband snort to your left. “Are they shitting me with this,” you squeal, half laughing, half in disbelief.
“It gets worse,” Joe says, burying his face in his hands.
You read on. “The proof is in the pudding with this pap snap, showing Y/N planting a salacious smooch on this mysterious headbanger. Will cuckold Joe give wifey another chance?” You bark out shocked laughter.
“I’ve been called a cuckold today and I’ve not even had my coffee yet,” Joe says flatly, making you laugh harder. “You know,” he says, narrowing his eyes at you. “This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t make me visit you during lunch every day in costume.”
You hold your hands up in mock surrender, letting the paper fall to the table. “Hey, don’t blame me,” you say, giggling. “You look hot as hell in that outfit.”
Joe slouches down in his chair, crossing his arms like a petulant child. “No more nooners with Eddie, love. Now my wife is cheating on me…with me. Fabulous.”
“You can’t withhold Eddie,” you say, eyes wide in hyperbolic panic. “This isn’t his fault!” Your husband finally laughs at that one.
“I’ll make some calls and sort it out," you say with a conciliatory tone. "Don’t worry, everyone will think this is hilarious. I’ll post some pictures of us while you’re in costume and you can actually see your face.”
“If Netflix will let you. I’m fully expecting to be shot by a sniper at any moment,” Joe replies, smiling.
“You should relax more my love,” you tell him, picking up your cellphone to call your publicist and standing up. You plant a kiss to his forehead. “Get Eddie to sell you some weed,” you say, before heading out of the room and down the hall.
“Oh fuck off,” Joe calls to your departing back. “I have my own weed.”
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Welcome Home - Joe Quinn x Fem!Reader (18+)
Summary: Joe comes home after months away filming and he just can't seem to keep his hands to himself.
Word Count: 1049
Writers block is kicking my ass right now but this came to me after being inspired by this nsfw audio (18+ minors do not even think about it) Part 2 maybe? idk let me know what you think.
RPF please keep scrolling if it is not your thing
She busied herself tidying the apartment ready for Joe’s arrival home, not that it was dirty, there was just a few bits of washing that needed hanging on the airer to dry and her breakfast pots from this morning that she had planned to do after her shower only she’d left them forgotten in the sink. She cursed herself for leaving it so late almost as much as she willed herself to hurry as he was due to be home soon and she wanted to greet him at the door when he arrived, not have him come find her while she was doing chores.
She moved as if on autopilot and she was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t hear the door open or Joe call her name as he entered the apartment. In fact she didn’t realise that he was even home until she felt his arms wrap around her middle while she was still in the middle of putting the wet clothes on the airer.
“You know I had hoped for more of a welcome home but I guess Cinders had more important things to do” he muses, his breath ghosting against her ear as she lets out a snort of laughter at his comparison, laughter that was soon cut off by a gasp as his lips met the skin of her neck. The top in her hands that was midway to the airer was forgotten the moment his lips brushed against her skin and it was soon on the floor as his hands left her hips in favour of running over her body instead, “God I’ve missed you so much love, I swear it was torture being away from you for so long” he hummed as her body melted against him, her head falling back against his shoulder and unintentionally giving him more access to the skin of her neck which he took full advantage of.
She couldn’t help but moan his name as his teeth nipped against the sensitive skin in the junction where her neck met her shoulder, just above her collarbone. “Missed you too” she spoke almost breathless after a few kisses and touches from him but then again it had been a long few months without his touch, so long that it felt like a lifetime ago or so she told herself to lessen the embarrassment of how easily he got her worked up. Although when she felt the hard length of his cock pressing up against her lower back she realised just how much he needed this as well.
“Yeah?” he asked, one of his hands now working it’s way down her body, ghosting over her hip until it disappeared beneath the waistband of the grey pyjama shorts she was wearing and wandered lower still until he was groaning as his hand was snug between her legs, pressing firmly over her panties and feeling the wetness that was now soaking them. “God you’re soaked, I bet you’re so turned on that you can come from just a finger pressing against that sweet neglected clit of yours” he chuckled lowly as his hand moved to slip under her panties, running his fingers through her folds and getting them wet until he did just as he’d promised.
A broken moan escaped her as his middle finger pressed against her clit and he slowly increased the pressure on it causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot through her body as her hips ground into his touch and because he still had her body pressed against him it caused her ass to rub against the tent in his pants. “Fuck baby, that’s it grind against me, make yourself cum for me” he moaned encouragingly as his lips began their assault on her neck again, sucking and nibbling hard enough that she was sure he was going to leave marks that she would have to cover up in the following days.
Not that that was high on her priority list in the moment, not when his free hand slid under her shirt and began toying with her nipples, pinching and pulling at the hardened buds which only made her arch her back in an attempt to push her chest further into his hands as she chased her high that was approaching quicker than she’d have expected. A chant of his name was all that left her lips in a vague warning just as she tipped over the edge and the pleasure washed over her, “That’s it good girl” he praised as her body tensed and her legs shook and he took over beginning to rub small, fast circles over her clit as he worked her through her orgasm only stopping when she was whining from overstimulation and pushing his hands away.
“You did so good for me baby” he cooed, retracting his hand from her shorts, sucking the remnants of her cum from his hand before wiping his hand on his shirt. Lifting her head from where it had stayed in the crook of his neck she turned her head so that she could kiss him and he welcomed her lips happily, revelling in the slow languidness of it as she recovered from the fuzziness still clouding her brain.
When she pulled away she turned on still shaky legs, moving to drop to her knees in front of him but his hands gripped her forearms keeping her upright as she tried to protest but he just shook his head, “I need a shower and you, Cinders, need to finish up here” he teased, letting go of her arms when she stopped trying to fight him instead she settled for jutting out her bottom lip and looking at him with the best puppy dog eyes she could muster in hopes of getting him to change his mind. Instead all it seemed to do was make him laugh, “after that though love, I’m all yours and you can have me however you want” he promised with a smile as he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead, making her smile as she allowed him to go. She turned and picked back up where she left off, her mind racing with all the ways she could give him the welcome home he deserved.
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JQ Imagine
Joe has been wrapped up in convention-related chaos all morning, doing his very best to remain focused on giving the fans his undivided attention. Although, he can't help but miss you like crazy while you stay put behind the scenes during the photo ops and autograph signings. He hasn't seen you in hours and is restrainedly yearning to have you in his embrace again.
You decide to watch the discussion panel from the audience instead of offstage. Joe chews his lip in anticipation of it ending and spots you in the crowd. He tries to be subtle by glancing but he needs to look at you. While attempting to fight off the overwhelming urge to smile, Joe manages to contain his elation with a grin. Only thirty more minutes until he finally gets to pepper your face with kisses and hold you in his arms.
*video from eeveegalore on TikTok
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i can just imagine eddie being that boyfriend who gets mad if you open the door for yourself.
like this guy will carry you back to the van and put you in back in there, shut the door and then re-open it.
he will fully sprint down the halls at school to open the doors.
you’d open the door for him and he just stares at you, “are we going or not?”
“close the door.”
“why?” you’d ask teasing him.
“sweetheart i swear to god.”
“come on let’s go,” you’d leave the trailer and eddie would follow after, grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder.
“nope, not doing this.”
he’d shut the door behind you and then open it again for you, “after you sweetheart.”
rolling your eyes at him you couldn’t help but huff a laugh.
⬆️ eddies reaction when you open the door.
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one thing you learn about eddie very early on in your relationship, is that he talks a lot. so much so, that sometimes you truly worry when he hasn’t stopped talking for a while— he hasn’t even stopped to take a breath. he’s all wide eyed, and dramatic hands when he’s telling you a story. and you adore him, you adore the way he animates himself. but the boy needs to breathe. so, sometimes, you have to gently grab him by the jaw and pull his mouth against yours, kissing him so softly that it’s barely even a kiss. you aren’t kissing him to shut him up. no, absolutely not. you would never do that. you simply need him to breathe. so that’s what you tell him when you slowly pull away from the kiss— “eddie, baby? take a breath, yeah?”. but what you don’t realise is that you’re actions, mixed with your soft words, have the opposite affect on him. your lips against his were already enough to steal any remaining air from his lungs, but now? now you’re calling him baby and speaking to him like he’s the only person in the world. and eddie’s fighting for any drop of air he can find. he’s all rosy cheeks and kiss-bitten lips that are parted slightly as he stares at you. you call his name again, not even sure he’s still with you. and that’s when a smile covers his face and his lightly freckled nose scrunches up, and he’s leaning back in to kiss you like it’s his lifeline.
eddie munson talks a lot. but you wouldn’t want him any other way.
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More of Steve playing DnD
“And with a groan, the ship sinks below the waves,” Eddie says.
“Hang on,” Dustin says. “So we’re in the lifeboat, but Lady Applejack and Sir Stephan are still in the water?”
“That is correct.”
“Okay, well, I want to help them. I hold out my oar to Lady Applejack.”
Eddie rolls.
“You hold out your oar to Lady Applejack, and she grabs it, and climbs aboard. She’s shivering, but otherwise unharmed.”
“I want to help Sir Stephan,” Erica says.
“Thank you,” Steve says. Eddie nods and rolls again.
“Sir Stephan Volfhair climbs out of the water, shirtless, the fabric of his pants clinging to his—“
“Woah woah woah!” Erica says. “Who are you, Jane Austin?”
Eddie narrows his eyes at her.
“First of all, don’t disrespect Jane. Second of all, I am simply setting the scene.”
“For the record, I think you’re doing an excellent job,” Steve says.
“Thank you.” Eddie falls back into his narrative voice. “The sea beast has spotted you!” Groans of dismay from the gang. “It rounds on you, it’s red eyes bulging, fangs dripping with blood!”
“Punch it!” Steve shouts. The gang turns to look at him. “Punch it in the face!”
“That’s your action?” Eddie asks.
“Yeah.”
“Roll strength, then.”
Steve rolls.
“Twelve?”
“Sir Stephan Volfhair lifts his mighty hand, his bare hairy chest wet with sea water, his muscles glistening in the moonlight—“
“Oh my god do you mind?” Mike snaps.
“I don’t mind,” Steve says, grinning.
“I’m the one in charge here,” Eddie says. “I set the scene.”
Mike huffs and rolls his eyes.
“His mighty fist comes down across the beast's neck and it lets out a howl of agony! It’s slowed down, but not yet dead. Sir Michael. What do you do?”
“I stab it with my sword.” He rolls and cheers. “Natural twenty!”
“Excellent! Sir Michael stabs the serpent. It dies.”
“Seriously?” Mike says. “That’s it?”
“Yes, you kill the serpent.”
“Where are my glistening muscles?”
“You don’t have any. Moving on.”
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You can answer this privately, but a few weeks ago I was thinking about if Reader was trying to make Eddie jealous with the song I kissed a girl in the background making out with some girl on the stage you know. Or tryna make him want her more lol.
def need to catch up tho
ooooh a lil toxic lovin’ i see i see 😏💋 thank you for helping with the possessive!eddie dirty talk and reactions, my sweet.
from the CMWYW universe
timeline: shortly after chapter 013
𝐈 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐌𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐭 18+
a collaboration with @emsgoodthinkin 💌
modern!strip club owner!eddie x modern!fem!exotic dancer!hargrove reader
CW: jealous!eddie, wlw, possessive!eddie, boyfriend!eddie, biting, degrading kink, eddie calls us a slut lmao, bratty shy girl, dom!eddie, sub!shy girl, lmk if i miss anything
[WC: 2.0k]
“I just think you’re getting a little too into it.”
It’s crazy to think Eddie would draw the line at Gareth and not Steve. Yet here you two are, arguing in the dressing room mid-shift because Eddie realized his D&D friends — who are regulars at his D&D themed strip club — have eyes and money.
“Babe, this is GARETH we’re talking about here,” you emphasize. “Gareth!”
You’re talking about the Gareth who’s gamer tag is ‘Gareth the “Gare Bear” Emerson’. The same Gareth who still uses the bunny ear method to tie his shoes. The same Gareth who gets upset when his food touches. Aside from his now relatively toned build, clear skin, and knowledge on self-care and personal hygiene, Gareth Emerson is still the same guy. And that guy is a fucking dweeb.
“Yeah, but Gareth is conventionally attractive now,” your boyfriend points out. “And somebody who’s had no choice but to build their charm from the inside out is a dangerous person.”
Projecting, are we Munson? You think to yourself. You couldn’t believe the audacity of your boyfriend. Ever since you two became exclusive, Eddie has become extra protective of you. You didn’t mind it. You actually preferred it because it means he cares. But really, at work? The place you clock in every day (not only to see him but) to make a living?
“You left scratches on his back last time.”
“He paid me to make a girl jealous.”
“And let’s not forget whatever the fuck that was that you did with Creel,” Eddie adds refusing to hear you out.
“Henry PAID me for a lap dance,” you hiss. “He was lonely, I was doing my job. He came in and spoiled me and your business on his off day, babe.”
The heat dissolves from Eddie’s cheeks when he hears his pet name. Albeit flattering, this conversation between you two wasn’t over just yet.
Eddie knew what he saw. He knows that blank, fucked out stare from anywhere, and it was prominent when you were giving Henry a lap dance, using the crinkle of his pants to get yourself off.
There’s no arguing there. But you were single when that happened and Eddie at the time made it really seem like he didn’t want anything with you. None of this was taking away from how ridiculous Eddie was being.
“Okay,” you sigh, still choosing to honor his wishes. “No more dances for Gareth.”
“At least for tonight,” Eddie barters, issuing you a fake pout. “Feeling a little bit jealous, but I’ll get over it.”
Stay away from Gareth, or men in general tonight. You can definitely do that.
Eddie’s a happy camper now. He watches as you do your thing at Vecna’s Lair, cock twitching eagerly in his pants as you swing down the pole and sink your pelvis onto the stage. The men douse you in ones, fives, tens, twenties. And you let it rain down on you with ease.
But why is Eddie still so jealous? He can’t help but turn green with envy when he sees you smile at your patrons. When you lock eyes with them as you speak. And the way they gravitate towards you and your pheromones like some magnets on a fridge.
You seem to be unbothered by everything, unbothered by his presence in a room full of other gentlemen. Eddie needs to test the waters. Eddie needs to know you care.
So he decides to grab a beer and approach the first customer of the opposite sex who happens to spiral into his periphery. It happens to be good ol’ Stephanie tonight.
A regular during the beginning days of the week, this kind hearted, very approachable redhead welcomes Hellfire’s owner with a smile, offering her beer bottle to Eddie for him to give her a clink, hello.
“Hey!” he chimes. “How uh, how are you doing?”
“I’m doing well, and yourself?”
Eddie grins. “Not too shabby.”
Performatively studying her with his eyes, he decides to ask her an innuendo-filled question. “You enjoying yourself tonight?”
“What’s it to ya?”
“I always like to make sure my customers are satisfied.”
Her brow does a fruitful quirk upwards.
“So you’re the owner huh? Already so young and successful. That’s quite impressive.”
“D’aww,” your boyfriend’s hands clutch his chest. “I appreciate that.”
You can’t help but look over, stomach warped into knots.
Eddie told you to stay away from guys. So why is he flirting with a girl? Specifically a customer you’ve interacted with before. Not that Eddie would know that, since he’s always in his office when Stephanie is here.
Eddie knows you see him now and that’s all the satisfaction he needs. Knowing he got the reaction he wanted, he excuses himself from Steph, strutting back over to his office to disappear for a while and let your mind wander.
But your mind is already two steps ahead. When Stephanie catches a glimpse of you, her eyes sparkle. You wave her over.
“You just keep coming back for more, don’t you?” you infer as she strides towards you.
Stephanie chuckles. “You just can’t seem to keep me away, Shy Girl. I owe Vicky and Robin one for putting me onto this joint.”
You swing your legs over so you can divert your attention to your stunning regular. She seems to be receptive to your flirtatious nature. And conveniently, the DJ transitions into a very fitting song:
“How are you doing tonight?” you assess her.
Stephanie shrugs. “I’m doing okay. The chick I was telling you about last week stood me up. So I’m here just trying to make myself feel better.”
“OMG I’m so sorry dude.”
But she brushes it off. “It’s okay. The loneliness will die down. I just gotta feel sorry for myself first.”
You rest a consoling hand on your shoulder. Before becoming exclusive with Eddie, you knew the feeling of rejection all too well.
“You’re welcome here anytime. Even if you just wanna talk. Girl to girl, we can even do a private room for an hour.”
Just then, Stephanie reaches into her bra and pulls out a twenty dollar bill with the smuggest look on her face.
“What about center stage? You tryna kiss it all better?”
You could’ve… and would’ve done it without the money. But knowing Eddie is in for the plot twist of his lifetime, you’ve rendered the deal priceless. Happily obliging, you accept the money Stephanie insists you take from her and extend your arms out.
“Bring it in, chica.”
It’s not what I’m used to. Just wanna try you on. I’m curious for you…
And then it happens. It starts with a timid smack of the lips to feel out both your comfort levels. The feeling of safety and trust propels you both further into realms of intensity you wouldn’t have thought of exploring with one another before. She tastes of cherry, with a hint of minty coconut.
You let out a satisfied hum. It registers as a vibration against her full, vivacious chest. Dancing your fingers in her wavy hair now, you pull her closer to your chest as your lips lock in tandem.
“WHEW!” you can hear Argyle shout all the way from the kitchen. “GAH DAMN!”
…I kissed a girl and I liked it. The taste of her cherry chapstick…
The uproar creates a chain reaction and soon all the gentlemen at Hellfire are hooting and hollering at the relatively unscripted act of affection in front of them. Soon, the money follows. Grinding your hips against her torso now, you chase the feeling of self-indulgence as you unravel yourself onto Stephanie. Right in time for Eddie to see.
I kissed a girl just to try it. I hope my boyfriend don’t mind it.
Floored, confused, and just a tad aroused, your man stands at the foot of Vecna’s Lair with his hands curling at his sides.
It felt so wrong. It felt so right. Don’t mean I’m in love tonight.
His stiff cock protrudes at the posterior ends of his zipper, boxer briefs shamefully laced with the salty spouts of his leaky tip. Fuck, he’s so hard. But still, oh so very pissed.
I kissed a girl and I liked it. I liked it.
Standing where you knew he’d be, you shoot him a wink, letting him know that you’re well aware of his foiled plan. And after you and Stephanie thank one another for each other’s time, you prance off to the dressing room with mountains of bills in your hands.
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“You think Eddie’s gonna like this green set?”
There’s an itch to burn the cash you got tonight, so you find yourself browsing the internet for lingerie on your phone.
“Oooh,” Nina coos in approval. “Yes girl. You’re gonna look like a sexy dragon of sorts.”
“Mm. And what about this g-string?”
“Yes, get it. I have the same one and it’s so flattering and comfortable. Look!”
Just then the door shoots open.
“Eddie, what the hell?!” Nina shrieks, quickly donning her cloak to cover up. “Knocking, fucker. Ever heard of it?”
You turn towards the entrance to find your flustered man at the door, scowling at you briefly before turning to apologize to Nina.
“Sorry, Neens,” his gaze softens sincerely. But Nina is already storming out. “I was dumb for that.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” you tsk.
You two wait until your colleague is out of range to engage in what you both know is about to be some pretty reckless behavior. When all is clear, Eddie wastes no time, pouncing on you, pinning you by the wrists to the drawer of your vanity, leaving love bites at the crook of your neck just keen enough to draw blood.
Pathetically, you love it. Your dripping cunt swells for the intensity — the fury of his rough hands — the vampiric blows to your hot pulse points — the rugged buckling of his hips as he digs his claws into the tender indents of yours.
“Eddie…” you whimper.
“This familiar?” he demands between breaths.
“Rings a bell,” you muster, tracing his large display of excitement with your trembling palm. “Though it seems like you don’t necessarily…have a problem with it.”
A sinister laugh escapes his throat.
Eddie huffs. “Think you can be a smart aleck with me without repercussions?”
As swift as they come, Eddie flips you around, easing you safely onto the desk portion of your vanity by the your neck. You squirm around like a brat, whining and kicking at him with your heels in playful retaliation. His fingertips then tightly enclose around your thin lacy bralette, causing a minor tear of the sparkly chrome fabric.
Too far. Grabbing him by the wrist, you eye him in disapproval.
“Eds!” you hiss at him, seriously this time.
“You’re buying new sets anyways,” he shrugs indifferently. “You know, with the money you got for being a needy little slut.”
You issue a low grumble as Eddie sinks his body atop the small of your back. The softness in Eddie returns again when he presses delicate kisses around the tip of your chin.
“Mine, remember?”
He spins you around again, ordering you to your knees with an authoritative snap. You oblige a little too quickly, but you don’t care. You’re at the mercy of him tonight and always.
“Yours…” you breathe, knowing he’s about to fuck you and your mouth to spit and tears. “Yours only…”
He smirks, satisfied with himself. You bite your lip eagerly as you watch the King of Hellfire — and your heart — unbuckle his belt, ushering his pants down to line his pulsing cock up against your lips. Desperate for more already, your tongue peaks out to say hello. The deep lines of his snarky face concave further.
“Pucker up, sweetheart.”
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Okay but like... I don't drink, I'm not a drinker....
But i have spent the majority of the day just imagining being at a bar with Joe... rpf ahead. 18+.
Imagine, of course, sitting between his manspreading legs, even though there are plenty of seats available, but he insists you're sitting there so he can wrap his arms around you, kissing your neck and cheek, and as every drink that passes his lips and down his throat, the kisses get more sloppy. The hands wander more.
You're making each other laugh the whole night and while paying attention to those around you, the focus always ends up on each other.
You feed him sometimes, be it just a chip / crisp or actual food, like, "Baby you have to try this" and he's just taking it, and when you see a bit at the corner of his mouth, you move your thumb and he's like, "No. Not like that."
You're confused at first, but then it clicks, and your smile grows wide and you reject it at first. But he's being so cute and giving you the puppy dog eyes, that you do. Grasping the side of his cheek and moving your lips, licking the corner of his mouth that then just turns into a kiss between you two...
Everyone hollering around you, teasing the fuck out of you two because you two are, frankly, disgustingly cute and you both flip them off without even breaking away from your kiss.
Drunken make outs happen throughout the night, especially right outside the bar, he went out for a smoke and you just wanted air, but he sees the opportunity and ditches the smoke and pulls you close to him, against the wall, lips to lips. "Just trying to warm you up, love, I promise..." he muttered against your lips and you let out a whine but let him. It does make you forget the chill of the air, tasting the liquor off his tongue and though you're not much for drinking, there is an addiction when it's off your boyfriend's tongue.
you end the night early, of course, to the groans and boos of the group you came with, but Joe makes a point of saying you're both tired.
but, once you're alone, together, kiss after kiss, desperation filling you. a trail of clothes leading straight to his bed... sleep doesn't happen until a few hours into the night, when curses of pleasure and cries that sound like prayers leave both of your lips. teeth marks showing on each other's skin, sweat glistens your bodies and he's uttering the most filth you've ever heard him say. sounding like sweet poetry, whispering that you're his, he's claimed you, and you promise him that no one will ever feel as good inside you than he does.
and he does claim you. fills you deeper than any other had ever done. and it makes him happy, when you beg for more.
it's only when your limbs are entangled together, the flush heat of your skin pressed one another, your fingers stroking his curls and his hooded eyes look at you as if you were the greatest thing that ever happened to him. and you are. he'll say it a thousand times until you believe, until you stop looking at him as if he was mad. soft kisses, warm smiles, gentle touches of adoration...that's when the sleep comes. and he always holds you a bit tighter.
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"I'm Just a F**ked Up Girl Looking For Her Own Peace of Mind"
I'm currently experience this and struggling with it so I wrote a little thing here. *sighs*
TW: Mental health (anxiety and depression), child abuse, mentions of suicidal thoughts. Reader has a breakdown and the guys help her through.
Eddie firmly barreled open the front door as he powerwalked into the house. Steve had texted those two words he dreaded every time he got a text from the former jock.
“Bad day.”
When they started dating you, you told them about your past. About the hospital stay and medication… the depressive lows and manic anxiety episodes… the thoughts that pushed through your head from time to time even though your life was so much better now than where it had been.
“I’m not…easy…to be with.”
“That’s ok, honey, neither are we.”
You three had laughed at that at the time.
The first time they experienced it broke their hearts for you. People always mentioned “feeling depressed” or “oh I’m so anxious about this thing!” but they discovered the true meaning of those words during your first break in front of them.
They hadn’t moved in with you yet so you were able to hide the fact that you hadn’t been sleeping. Your mind constantly reminding you of things that needed to be done and how you were a failure for not doing them. Nightmares plagued your dreams at all hours so you just gave up, scrolling through your phone instead as the mental illness continued to whisper.
“Do better. You’re lazy. May as well just get it over with and end the burden you put on people.”
That following evening you had a date night with them at their place and you couldn’t cancel. You genuinely wanted to see them but you were so tired…
“A good girlfriend goes out on dates. Go ahead. Cancel. Let’s see how quick they leave you for someone better.”
Through the first half of the movie they put on, your leg never stopped moving. Steve watched as your eyes never stayed focus in one place. Eddie felt your erratic energy radiate off you as you switched from holding his hand to letting go every few minutes.
“Baby? Is everything ok?”
“Yeah.”, you responded a bit too enthusiastically. “Yeah, Ed, I’m fine. I’m just…I’m just a bit tired. It’s ok. I’ll get over it.”
Steve paused the film and as his hand petted your head you broke down.
“I’m sorry. Fuck! Why can’t I be normal?! I’m ruining everything. You should just leave me and find someone better.”
“Hey, hey. No. Sweetheart, no one is better than you.”
“Talk to us, honey. What’s going on?”
You sobbed as you told them what had been happening over the last few days. The listened intently, comforting you anyway they could think of in that moment.
“They don’t go away, Steve. Those thoughts never go away. Most days I can manage them but they are always there. W-Who can I tell? If I tell a therapist or a doctor they will put me back in the hospital even though I’m not going to do anything… I can’t tell my friends because I feel like I’m burdening them or they just don’t care. I can’t tell people in general because then I’m being ‘overdramatic’. I can’t take time to heal because I’m supposed to ‘suck it up’. So I do… Eddie, I want my brain to just stop telling me I want to die because I really don’t. Some days, though, on bad days…it’s so loud…”
The metalhead yanked you to his chest as you cried, crying with you as he tightened his grip as if he could squeeze all your broken pieces back together. He’d give anything to take your pain away, they both would.
Today was a manic day and Steve picked up on it fast. Today was his day off and as soon as you woke up, you barely said a word. He asked you if you wanted breakfast and you shot him an angry look as you walked away. Turning on the tv, he put on the game but after a few minutes you came around the corner snapping at him to turn the noise down. Even when he muted the sound, he could hear you growling and swearing under your breath as you moved around the bedroom.
Other people would see it as you being a brat; causing drama for the sake of drama.
You wished you could make the world understand that was the opposite of what you wanted. In an episode like this everything was just…amplified…and for some reason your brain insisted it was on purpose. Steve was purposely turning up the volume to get under skin. The birds chirping outside knew you were on the edge so they gathered outside your window with intent. Even the clock on the bed side table was mocking you.
Both men tried to handle days like this by themselves but when it got to a certain point, they knew they needed to come together to help you. That point came when you abruptly screamed and threw something hard against the wall.
When Eddie entered the bedroom, Steve was off to the side watching you as you angrily paced, fluttering your fingers with eyes squeezed tightly closed.
“What happened?”
Your eyes open at the sound of his voice as you shrugged and threw your hands in the air.
“What happened? What the fuck happened?! Oh, I don’t know. Where do we start, Eddie?! This house is a fucking mess. I tell you guys all the time I need fucking help! I’m not a maid! I’m your girlfriend! But who fucking cares right?! We can just live in trash and be unhappy!”
They knew better than to respond. Before you three moved in together, you had suggested they come to therapy with you and they were surprised with some of the things they learned. They and even you knew they were more than accommodating when it came to housework and splitting household chores. When you were growing up, however, it was never enough.
“Jesus Christ, Y/N, look at this mess! Did you do anything today?!”
Little you looked around at the immaculate living room wondering what else you could have missed.
“I work and I slave all day at a job I hate so you can have food and a roof! The least you could do is fucking get off your ass and clean a bit!”
“I-I’m sorry, mama.”
“Don’t be sorry. Just do your job! We’re a team remember? I need you to pull your weight.”
They could almost see interactions like that replaying through your eyes and it killed them. They also saw how fast the logic brain took over as you realized what you were doing before the depressive brain abruptly took over.
“I’m sorry. I-I don’t mean to… I know I’m being crazy…I just…” You lean your back against the wall and slide to the floor with your hands over your ears.
Both men descend with you, crawling closer to you and as soon as Steve’s hand touches your bicep you head shoots up with eyes full of tears.
“I’m sorry. You two don’t deserve this. I’m a terrible girlfriend.”
“No, baby, you’re not terrible. Everything’s ok.”
“I-I-I appreciate…e-e-every…everything you guys do. Fuck. Everything is so loud, Eddie. I can’t… I couldn’t…I just wanted to scream…”
“Then scream.” You laughed at his response as you wiped your eyes but he insisted. “I’m serious, sweetheart. Just let go.”
“What about…about the neighbors?”
“Like they don’t get an earful almost every night.”, he jokes, grinning when you laugh again. “Go ahead. Just lean back and let loose.”
You roll your eyes as you do what he says but it’s a small shout that barely echoes in the room.
“Wow. That was both adorable and pathetic. Come on now. Steve, why don’t you try?”
Chuckling, he struggles to stop smiling making you giggle harder before finally closing his eyes and letting out a good scream that makes the metalhead clap.
“That’s the king of Hawkins right there! Now try again princess.”
Sighing at his antics, you do as he says actually letting go while they scrunch their face and cover their ears.
“Woo! That was like Banshee from X-Men! Way to go!”
“What about you, nerd?”, you ask as he smirks.
Eddie doesn’t even hesitate as he leans his head back and howls loudly like a wolf.
“I love you both.”, you softly grin as you reach for both boy’s hands. “I’m sorry for being…me.”
Wrapping his arms around your shoulders, Steve tilts you closer to him and kisses the top of your head.
“Don’t ever apologize for being you, honey. We love you. Every part of you.”
“We know everyday you’re trying, baby. Unlike your mother who insists on being an evil little gremlin.” You giggle at Eddie’s interpretation. “Like your wizard of a therapist said, healing takes time and we’ll be with you every step of the way.”
“Jesus, Munson, you ARE a nerd.”, Steve jests. “But the other stuff he said I agree with.”
“Oh please! Tell me her doctor doesn’t sound like Gandalf from time to time.”
“I still have no idea who that is.”
After rising to his feet, the metalhead grabs your hands and pulls you off the floor.
“Well, I know what we’re doing tonight.”, he announces with a mischievous smirk before kissing your lips and running back towards the living room.
“I’ll make dinner.”, Steve murmurs as he leans down to kiss your lips as well.
“Oh, you know he won’t allow that. He’s going to want you in front of the tv so you don’t miss anything.”
“True. Hm. How about Enzos delivered?”
When you nod, he caresses your cheek before disappearing after his friend.
As your eyes glance around the room again everything seems different than it did before. Instead of seeing a mess ridden, dark empty area, you saw a bright room filled with memories of the men you loved making you laugh and feel loved unconditionally.
“But for how long? It’s only a matter of time.”
“No, it’s not.”, you whisper.
Taking a deep breath, you head towards the living room where Eddie and Steve greet you with a comforting smile.
#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#joe keery#joseph quinn#steddie drabble#steddie au#mental health#mental health is important#you are not alone#you are loved#you matter#you are enough
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Pick Up Lines
Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, Dustin being a disappointed mother
Words: 461
Request: It's another Henderson!sister (I don't know why but I love these kind of fics), where Eddie and the reader keep flirting and making very suggestive actions and comments (neck kisses and terrible pick up lines) and Dustin is completely disgusted.
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The whole time the gang sat around talking, Dustin’s eyes never left his sister and role model. The two had finally established their relationship not too long ago, but it still irked Dustin. He grimaced as he watched Eddie’s lips make contact with his older sister’s neck. The smirk on Munson’s face as he did so made Dustin either want to punch him in the balls, or puke.
“Could you guys go be gross somewhere else, please.” It was more of a demand than a question, his gaze burning into the couple.
“Lighten up, Henderson. Just being open, ya know?”
“Don’t tease him, Eds.” Y/N felt sympathetic towards her brother, but her older sister stereotyped desire to pick on her brother kicked in when she made her next comment; “After all, he can’t be blamed for staring. You look a little rough.”
Eddie furrowed his brows, “What?”
“It must’ve hurt when you fell from Heaven.”
This caused Eddie to erupt with laughter, his chest vibrating against her back with the angelic sound that came from his parted lips. Dustin, on the other hand, was absolutely not impressed.
“First of all, overused, second of all, gross.” He rolled his eyes.
The long haired rebel seemed to catch on pretty quickly. He retaliated without much hesitation, “Are you French? Because Eiffel for you.”
“Are you related to Jean Claude Van Damme? Because Jean Claude Van Damme you’re sexy!“
“Your doctor called.” Eddie quirked a brow, his smirk turning sly as he continued, “He said you’re suffering from lack of vitamin me.”
“You must be tired, after all, you’ve been running through my mind all day.”
“If I had a star for every time you brightened my day, I would be holding a galaxy.”
“So, aside from taking my breath away, what do you do for a living?“
“Are you from Tennesse? Because you’re the only ten I see.”
Dustin cringed probably hardest in his life while he watched the pair snicker at their own jokes. God, he wanted this to end already. It was cringeworthy, annoying, and just disgusting. He would gag if he wasn’t already wide eyed with horror.
“I’m not a photographer, but I-”
“ENOUGH ALREADY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I’M JUST A CHILD!”
Instead of laughing at his outburst, or ignoring it, it genuinely caught the two off-guard. Their eyes were as big as saucers, mirroring his only mere seconds ago. His hands were on the sides of his head, his annoyance very visible. For a moment, they just sat there, shocked in silence. For a moment, he was finally content.
For a moment.
“Jeez, calm down Henderson, you’re almost as loud as your sister when I-” a pinch from Y/N, it being her turn to be annoyed. “OW!”
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Not My Day - Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader
Summary: It's Joe's first day off for a while and all reader wants to do is spend time with him but unfortunately she has to work.
Word Count: 1195
My first time writing for Joe but I saw this picture and the idea has been stuck in my head ever since so I just had to write it. RPF so if you don't like reading that please skip this.
Today was the first day in a while that Joe had had off. His past few months having been filled with filming, comic cons and work calls that he was really needing the time just to relax and recharge despite how much he enjoyed his work and everything that came with it. Although he couldn't deny he was looking forward to a few days spent doing nothing with his girlfriend, the only problem being that she had to work.
"Are you sure you can't just call in sick?" he pouted; his already big eyes seemingly larger now that he was pleading with her from his spot in the bed as he watched her get dressed.
"I would take a few days off but we're so understaffed already, I can't do that to them" she sighed because she wanted the same as him, a couple of days spent doing nothing but doing it together. Him being away for long periods of time was tough and she always missed him so much that it had almost broken them up as they spent more time apart than they did together at one point that it was just too much. "I will try for an early finish though but I can't promise anything" she compromised as she finished pulling her hair up into the tie and brushed a few stray pieces off her shirt from where they'd fallen.
"Do I get a kiss before you go then?" he asked, pushing himself into a sitting position and puckering his lips.
"A kiss I can do'' she confirmed but as she came closer, she noticed the cheeky smile that had worked its way onto his face and she could tell that he was up to something. She dropped her hands to her hips as she stood at his side of the bed, close but just out of reach, "but no funny business, you got it Quinn '' she laughed, eyebrow raised as she remained just out of his reach as she waited for his answer.
"You got it, love" he saluted, piling on the dramatics just to see her smile as she finally leaned down to kiss him. Her lips were as soft as he remembered and just as intoxicating as he tried to pull her back when she pulled away.
"I love you but I gotta go or I'm going to be late" smiled sadly as she left him with a wave as she left the room which was followed by his own shout of 'I love you' as she closed the front door behind her.
All throughout the day her mind kept wandering back to Joe and what she’d give to be back home, cuddled up with him on the couch with the tv on playing god knows what as they finally have a chance to catch up with each other and maybe steal a few kisses as well. Although it seems her wandering thoughts consumed her more than she’d thought as it seemed she kept making mistakes throughout the day as her boss pulled her aside just after lunch and told her to go home. She didn’t argue, instead collected her things and promised she’d be focused tomorrow as she passed her boss on the way on.
Stepping outside the building the first thing she did was pull out her phone and message Joe to let him know she was on her way home before pocketing her phone and beginning the twenty minute walk home.
“Joe honey, I’m home” she calls as she steps through the door, not even closing it before she hears Joe call out that he’s in the living room. Toeing her shoes off and leaving them by the front door, she deposits her bag on the bottom step of the stairs before she pads into the living room where she finds Joe sprawled out on the couch, who as soon as he sees her reaches out for her making grabby hands at her which makes her chuckle. The weight of the day feels like it’s been lifted off her shoulders by just being in his presence and she’s quick to cross the room so she can hold him, or more accurately he can hold her and she can’t start to feel more like herself again.
“How was work love?” he asks as she melts into him the moment he wraps his arms around her and pulls her into his lap, burying his face into her neck where his stubble scratches against her skin which makes her shiver.
“Well I was sent home so that should tell you enough” she sighs, leaning her head back so that it flops back against his shoulder and inadvertently exposes more of her neck to him as he begins to press soft kisses against the skin that set the butterflies in her stomach all aflutter.
“Wanna tell me about it?” he asks, momentarily pausing his kisses to speak.
“Not much to tell, I just missed you” she admits, seeing no point in lying when she can tell he’s missed her just as much, “kept thinking about you so much that I kept messing up and I guess they’d had enough of me in the end” she mutters and he pulls his head from her neck.
“Yeah?” he questions teasingly, smiling when she nods then leaning into her so close that his lips brush against as he speaks again, “well I’m going to love on you so much tonight that you’ll be glad to get to work tomorrow just to get a break” he hums, closing the barely there gap between them and finally pressing his lips to hers in a gentle yet passionate kiss that has them both breathless when they pull away.
“Don’t think I’d ever want a break from you” she whispers, almost as if she’s afraid that her voice will break the little bubble they’ve situated themselves in.
“Is that a challenge baby” he questions, a smirk pulling at his lips when she shakes her head, “Oh I think it was” he chuckles, attacking her lips once more, this time in a bruising kiss that has her moaning into his mouth before he pulls away with a look of amusement on his face as she tries to follow him to get his lips back on hers. “Come on love why don’t you get changed into something more comfortable, we’ve got all night after all” he suggests, squeezing her thigh as she remembers that she’s still in her work gear and reluctantly, only after the reminder that he’s not going anywhere, does she pull away from him to do so.
With the promise of a night in her boyfriend's arms and her favourite food awaiting her she can’t help but think of how lucky she is that she gets to have this even if it’s few and far between and well she’s more than happy to have these precious moments to cherish even if it means a few months a year away from each other. Though there is one thing she knows for certain is that Joe is it for her and that’s all that matters to her.
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a sweet treat for eddie (a steddie blurb)
obsessed with the idea that all of the other employees at scoops ahoy! just assume that stobin are a full-fledged couple bc they spend all their time together, always request the same shifts, are generally affectionate with each other, and ridiculously codependent. their coworkers have no reason to believe they are anything but a couple other than the fact that they’ve never seen them kiss or heard them call each other boyfriend/girlfriend.
but that all changes when one day, in the middle of the summer, the town freak comes in looking for a sweet treat.
eddie munson saunters over to the counter, makes small talk with steve, and then asks for a few samples. he tastes each one off of the little wooden spoons steve hands him as the other coworkers watch from afar. noticing how eddie brushes a lock of steve’s hair out of the way and grabs his hand across the counter.
needless to say they are quite confused.
and then when eddie’s on his last sample he sticks the ice cream on his tongue, leaves it there, and drags steve in by the collar of his uniform for a very sticky kiss. leaving steve flushed pink and a bit dizzy, as he waves a flirty goodbye and promises to see him later.
and after eddie’s gone, one of steve’s coworkers comes rushing over to him with way too many questions on her mind.
coworker: um not to intrude but does robin know ?
steve: does robin know what ?
coworker: about you and eddie munson ??
steve: um yeah of course, she does ? why wouldn’t she ?
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Sleepy Snuggles
Eddie Munson X Reader
Summary : Just a drabble about Eddie coming home to his sleepy baby.
Word Count : 0.5k
Warnings : Pure fluff, mentions of a migraine, mentions pain medication, cuties in love, not proof read.
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Trying to enter the trailer as quietly as possible, Eddie slid off his shoes. Wayne was working a night shift so he didn’t have to worry about waking him up, but there was you.
He knew what he’d walk into his room to find. You wrapped up in a blanket, one of his hellfire shirts on and little of anything else. He’d been out playing with his band tonight and had convinced you to stay home.
A migraine had been bothering you all day, you had tried to tell Eddie you were fine, but he said no, even saying he’d call off tonight’s show to make sure you stayed put. He smiled when he saw a note on the fridge door.
‘Hey Rockstar,
I know you smashed it tonight, like you always do. I made you dinner, make sure to eat before you head to bed, and have some water too.
I love you.’
Looking in the fridge he found some stew, he loved when you made it and you knew so. Even in the warmer months, he loved it, he then saw some bread rolls that he knew your mom had made.
He could never have imagined being loved the way he is by you, or your parents accepting him the way they did. He felt so lucky. He had two families that loved him so much.
Whilst he waited for the stew to be fully warm he drank a big glass of water, his throat feeling scratchy from all the singing he’d done. Grabbing a bowl and spoon he emptied the put and sat him self down.
Almost moaning when he ate the first bite of stew soaked bread. His body was tired and this was just what he needed, along with sleepy cuddles from his favourite person.
It didn’t take him too long to demolish the bowl of food, not realising how hungry he had been. Rising the bowl slightly, he clicked the light off and headed down to his room.
There you were, snuggled into the blankets, hair messy on the pillow. Eddie began to remove his jacket and rings from his fingers. Shimming out of his jeans, he did his best not to wake you up.
Climbing in gently, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling your back to his chest. You hummed slightly, mumbling a sleepy, “How was your show?”
“It was good, how’s your head feeling?” He asked, rubbing your bare tummy. “Less noisy.”
“I’m glad. Did you take meds?”
“Mhm, then I slept. Did you get your stew? Made some for Wayne too.”
You turned in his arms to face him, eyes opening slightly to find his face in the darkness. “I did, it was delicious as always. I’ve gotta thank your mom for the bread too.” You smiled softly, playing with the ends of his curls.
“You sleepy baby?” he asked.
“Mhm, you must be too. Being a rockstar can’t be easy Eds,” you mumbled, clearly becoming delirious in your tired state. “Well we can sleep in tomorrow, make sure you’re taken care of too.”
“Oooh Doctor Munson,” you huffed as laugh, which Eddie couldn’t help grinning at. “Sure babe, Doctor Munson. I’ll take care of you My Love.” He kissed your head and you snuggled closer to him, rubbing your face on his chest.
Drawing patterns on your back, Eddie soon heard your soft snores, “Goodnight Sweetheart, I love you.”
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Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍
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thinking about how eddie would constantly hug you. that boy cannot go more than an hour without wrapping his arms around you. you’re sat on the couch watching a movie? he’s pulled you into his lap so he can keep you flush against him and bury his head in your neck. you’re cooking? he’s coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you and rest his head on your shoulder. you’re walking? he’s holding your hand so he can pull you into him any chance he gets, just so he can be close to you. you’re trying to sleep? he’s making sure your leg is across his waist and letting you wrap your arms around him, so you can both go to sleep holding each other.
eddie munson also loves being the little spoon, but you didn’t hear that from me <3
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Hi, I really like your Joseph Quinn stories! I would like to request a story where Joseph and the reader are both famous but they are trying to keep their relationship lowkey and private. So the reader is asked on the late late show with James Corden and everything goes really smoothly until they start playing spill your guts and James asks something like "there's been some photos with you and a certain someone" (then a picture of you and Joe getting ice cream and him hugging you from behind goes up) "is it true that you are dating?" and then she admits it because she can't eat whatever disgusting food James picked for her :D Really like this idea, hope you can write it! Thank you!
Salmon Smoothie; Request (Joseph Quinn x costar!Reader)
REQUEST: i have this idea for Joseph x costar reader fic. They've been dating ever since season 4 started shooting but they're really private so only family and friends and costars know about them. They're doing an interview and maybe Noah like accidentally almost spills that they're together so the internet goes wild and starts speculating. something funny and cute
a/n: hope its alright i combined these two requests and changed them around a bit!!! loved them both and i thought they'd work well together! thank you for reading <33
SYNOPSIS: Reader plays Spill Your Guts Or Fill Your Guts on the Late Late Show and has to hide their relationship with Joe
WARNINGS: just gross food, and like a little bit of kissing and that's it
Your romance with Joe most certainly took you by surprise. At a time when you felt most alone–isolated like the rest of the world, he came into your life and swept you off your feet.
You’d met filming the fourth season of Stranger Things, of which you were a recurring cast member while Joe was a newbie. There was an immediate…fascination, you’d say, from the moment you’d locked eyes at the first table read back at the beginning of 2020. It was new, exciting, and then you didn’t see each other for months while the world went into an all-encompassing health emergency. Though you never forgot about that Englishman with the big brown eyes and the winning smile.
When you were finally allowed to come in to actually film the season, your infactuation remained–thank fuck for that, you thought. You felt grateful that a good portion of your scenes were with Joseph so you were able to spend as much time as you could with him–chatting in between takes and grabbing dinner together after a long, hard day of work.
You’d decided quite early on not to act on your crush on him, it was frankly quite unprofessional and you’d hate to make him uncomfortable–as you’d grown to become quite good friends in the short time you’d been filming, it would kill you to lose that over a passing fancy.
So Joe was the one to make the first move–unknown to you, he was in the exact same position. He thought of you like the sun that lit up a part of his life that had been quite difficult, between the stress of the world, the lack of acting jobs popping up because of said worldwide situation, and simply his loneliness during it all, he was in a pit that you’d dove into to pull him out of. It was pure admiration for you on his end, and that quickly turned into desire, and it was beginning to eat away at him.
He decided to make the move in your trailer, so that way if you reacted negatively he’d be able to leave you and never speak to you again, if that was what you wished. He wished he could’ve had a shot of something before he sat you down with the preface that he ‘had something very important to tell you’.
“So we’ve become very close-uh-recently,” he started, both of you sitting on the sofa in your trailer at the end of the day, back in your regular clothes, but still with the heavy-duty makeup for the cameras on your face. “And I just wanted to tell you…”
He paused, and it felt like a thousand years between the two breathes he took to ease himself into it. You were worried you’d done something wrong, that you’d upset or offended him somehow or he was going to tell you something horrible–you could feel your heart rate begin to elevate.
“I admire you so much, not just as an actor, like the way you’ve been bringing the scripts to life this season has been an honour to watch and work with you….” he rambled before stopping again. He really should’ve written a few dot points to keep him on track. “I’m just…infatuated with you. As more than a friend. And I can’t go through life without telling you because it’s killing me and-”
“Joe?” you interrupted him, cutting him off. You didn’t quite know what to say, so you leant forward, pressing your lips to his. He put his arms around your waist and slightly pulled you onto his lap, before pulling away, smirking into the kiss, still.
“So you feel the same way?” he asked.
“If you have to ask, I don’t know what to tell you,” you joked, earning a small chuckle from him, still with his arms around you so you were right against him. “I like you, Joseph Quinn.”
“I love when you call me ‘Joseph’.” You couldn’t help but giggle a little as he pulled you in for another kiss–the air between you settled and you couldn’t deny how right it felt.
You were lucky there was already a couple in the cast of Stranger Things in Natalia and Charlie, there was a precedent, so you felt almost immediately prepared to let your relationship known to the rest of the cast–after a few weeks of keeping it to yourselves, of course, just to test the waters.
After filming ended, yourself and Joseph went back home, you met each others’ families and friends soon enough, and you felt like any other couple for a time, as hidden from public life as any other regular couple.
That was until the lead-up of the new season, which meant press, and public appearances, and interviews, and the cast being as active as ever on social media. It put you and Joe on edge, you loved being able to love each other without having to deal with any kind of pressure from the media and general public–you were glad you could go out grocery shopping together and no one would really be any wiser to the fact that the two of you met and started dating on the set of one of the biggest television shows this decade.
You’d both been media trained to help with hiding spoilers and whatnot, as well as the rest of the cast, but you still had the feeling that the thread was being primed to pull, and everything was getting closer and closer to unravelling.
It truly didn’t surprise you when it was Noah who let it slip–accidentally alluding to two relationships in the cast, one known and one unknown. With a little bit of sleuthing, fans had begun suspecting that you and Joe were together–the two of you were always very close and were out and about together frequently and somehow they’d manage to find a couple of blurry pictures from inside the season 4 Premiere of you and Joe standing very close, hands intertwined and faces a mere few inches away from each other.
Joe convinced you it would be okay. “They don’t know for sure! We can just deny, deny, deny… And it’ll all be okay, I promise,” he said, as he held you–shaking with anxiety after a particularly bad downward spiral over it.
And it was fine for a few weeks, neither of you mentioned it, Noah also hadn’t said anything, and the rumours began to die down. That was until you were set to appear on the Late Late Show with James Corden to promote Volume 2, including what would be a fun game of Spill Your Guts.
The lights were very bright, which made you begin to sweat–not to be confused with the sweat from your nervous state of mind over the possibility of having to eat cod sperm or something else horrible.
The game began as normal, with James explaining the rules before moving onto the selection of ‘food' on the table in between the two of you; bull penis, salmon smoothie, cow tongue, water beetle, bird saliva, and fish eye.
You did alright to begin with, avoiding eating the cow tongue by telling James about the time you accidentally poured a drink on Taika Watiti at the Oscars and skipping the bird saliva by half-heartedly ranking your Stranger Things cast members’ music, while making James eat the bull penis and the water beetle.
“Okay this is the last question, ladies and gentlemen,” Jame began, looking to the table. “And I think I’ll let you finish with a….salmon smoothie.”
The stench hit you before you could fully comprehend James’ choice, you couldn't help but gag a little bit. James picked up the final question card, silently reading it to himself, before letting out a menacing chuckle, causing the audience to laugh.
“You may be aware of a rumour your fellow castmate Noah Schnapp started a few weeks ago…” Oh here we go. “That there are two different couples in the Stranger Things cast. Now, we know of Natalia Dyer and Charlie Heaton, who have been together since 2016-”
“Very cute couple..” you cut in, trying not to let the anxiety you were feeling show on your face, that was as good as letting the whole can of worms out.
“Yes, but the other couple is unknown. There’s been photos-lots of photos-of you and Joseph Quinn, who plays Eddie this season, out and about and seeming very close. It’s a simple question, are you and Joseph together?”
You felt like everything slowed as you thought over your response. You could no longer hear the audience, nor the band beginning to play tense music. You felt bad lying and denying, you couldn’t confirm either…
“Well…Joseph is just such a talented actor and we grew quite close over filming the season…so…” You quickly grabbed the glass and took a hearty sip of the smoothie, immediately regretting it, eliciting a cheer from the crowd as you swallowed and opened your mouth as proof. You gagged slightly.
James couldn’t stop cackling as he ended the segment, telling the cameras that they’d ‘be right back’ with a wink.
A troupe of AD’s dressed in all black approached the table and began disassembling it during the break, while you were corralled to the sofa to get ready for the interview portion of the show. You knew your phone was placed behind the sofa, so you quickly fetched it when you had a spare second to send Joe a text message, wracked with a feeling of guilt for fueling the fire.
‘Hi love, filmings going well but i maaayyy have neither confirmed nor denied the RUMOUR and im shitting it a bit….sorry baby i wasnt thinking xoxo’
You received a reply almost immediately–thankfully since you knew you would have a hard time getting through the interview without speaking to Joe first, to ease your worries if nothing else.
‘Oh darling, dont worry about it! i LOVE you and people can say whatever tf they want it doesnt change that i bagged the hottest piece on the face of the planet xxx’
You laughed at his response, he always knew how to cheer you up and make you feel relaxed. The cameras and microphone operators began getting prepared as James made his way to the small stage to sit behind his desk.
“Who’s got you all giggly and flustered, eh?” he asked, looking over his palm cards and getting comfortable in his seat.
“Oh, just this guy I’ve been seeing…” you teased.
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Age Of Consent [part two]
Summary: Dustin’s older sister thinks Eddie Munson could be a bad influence on her younger brother due to their history. Can he change her mind?
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Henderson!Reader
Word Count: 1,785
What you’ll find in this series: big angst, wholesome fluff, sexual content, and a lot of profanity.
A/N: I hope you guys like this!
Read Part One || Read Part Three
It had been three weeks.
Dustin was sitting at the kitchen table with a plate full of french toast sticks and scrambled eggs, both drenched in syrup. "Don't forget, our first campaign is tonight."
"How could I forget?" You deadpanned, grabbing an apple out of the bowl in the middle of the table; you ran a hand through Dustin's hair mercilessly.
Surprisingly, you hadn't changed your mind about it. You figured you owed it to Dustin to at least try- he'd do it for you without even asking, in fact, Dustin would give anyone a second chance. And that was the very reason you had your reservations to begin with. Despite the fact that you knew you were putting yourself in a position to be compromised by the likes of Eddie Munson, once again, Dustin's happiness was more important.
You thought of a thousand and one scenarios- a million different words that you would say to him when you saw him again. Yet, you already knew the moment you saw him, everything that you had planned to say would be forgotten. Eddie always had a way of doing that to you, rendering your brain useless. Thinking back on it now, though, you weren't sure if it was his charm or the drugs.
As the hours passed throughout the day, you did your best to throw yourself into your work- but all you could think about was Eddie. To make matters worse, the day was painfully slow, giving yourself plenty of time to ruminate on your past with him. You had thought it was always so complicated with Eddie, but now that you were a few years older, you realized that you were just two stupid kids; young and absolutely fucking dumb. You blamed Eddie for a lot of things that happened back then, and it took you a long time to realize that the decisions that you had made were your decisions.
But, still, would you have made those decisions on your own?
When you finally got home, the house was empty. Hellfire always started promptly at 4:30 PM and Dustin had already mentioned he was going to just hang out at the library with Mike and Lucas until then. You had a couple of hours to get yourself ready before then, and already you were scrambling through your closet to find the perfect outfit.
"Shit," you muttered under your breath after realizing that it took longer than you wanted to put something together. It'd be okay if you were a few minutes late, right? You could certainly make a statement by making an entrance.
You were panicking, and trying to talk yourself out of it. Your mind was turning against you, planting doubts in every thought, and you were so close to dropping out and finding some excuse to feed Dustin and push it off until the next campaign.
No.
You promised.
Besides, it was inevitable that you would come face to face with Eddie Munson eventually. You were honestly surprised that you hadn't yet and considered yourself fortunate to be able to break up with someone in a small town and not constantly run into them. The phrase, 'might as well get it over with' was the only thing driving you at this point. Dustin's happiness be damned.
Your knuckles were white gripping the steering wheel as you pulled into the Hawkins High School parking lot for the second time in the last month. Which was two times too many, if you were being honest. The pressure in your chest was building with each step towards those double doors, and you were constantly second-guessing your decision. It was not too late to turn around.
The hallways were exactly the same as you remembered, as was the smell. Almost everywhere you looked you could replay the memories in your mind, most of them terrible, but there were a handful of good ones; they usually included Eddie. Your feet carried you to your destination and you approached the door to the classroom with caution. You could hear the commotion through the wooden door and peeked through the small window to see him.
He was smiling and waving his hands in the air, his usual theatrics on full display. Your lips pulled back into your own smile as you watched him; your hand shaking, hovering over the doorknob as you weighed the pros and cons of just opening that door and walking back into his life as if you had never left.
You couldn't.
A sigh escaped your lips as you took a step back from the door. You knew the amount of time and dedication Eddie put into every campaign- you had gotten there too late, an interruption of your caliber could destroy the entire flow of the game. You slid down to the floor and pulled out a book from your bag, knowing that you could be here for hours until the campaign ended.
"That was probably one of the best games we've ever played." You heard a familiar voice as the door opened. "It was short but awesome."
Looking up from your book, you saw Mike Wheeler emerging from the classroom- Dustin and Lucas were close behind. You glanced down at your watch and noticed that three hours had passed.
"Totally," replied Lucas. "Eddie is really good at what he does."
"Hey nerds," you said as you stood to your feet.
"You came!" Dustin exclaimed. "Come on, let me introduce you to-"
"Hey, why don't you go wait for me in the car?" You offered instead, handing him your keys. "I can introduce myself."
His brows came together and he was giving you that look again, "Ohkay? I'll be outside, I guess."
Dustin, Mike, and Lucas headed down the hall towards the exit, still chatting excitedly about their first campaign in the Hellfire Club. You waited for the rest of the kids to empty out of the classroom until there was only one left.
You took a deep breath before you pushed open the door and stepped inside that familiar room. The door closed behind you with a small click, and you were expecting him to turn around. He kept his back towards you, though, picking up the game pieces and putting them away neatly. It was quiet, save for the soft sound of Eddie humming to himself. Just as you had thought earlier, your mind had gone blank, and you were desperately searching for the right words.
Get yourself together, girl.
"Still warping the fragile minds of these young padawans, are we?"
You could see Eddie freeze in place.
"I remember a time, not too long ago, in fact, when you were one of those young padawans, yourself, Lady Henderson." The sound of his voice sent a spark throughout your entire body. He turned to face you, his dark, brown eyes analyzing your every feature. "Oh, how I have counted the days since our last encounter."
"I-I didn't come here to reminisce." All chances of trying to sound confident just went out the window. You struggled to breathe under his gaze, and fuck, if that feeling didn't make you uncomfortable. You had forgotten it- tucked it away, never to be felt again. Yet, there he was, looking as painfully beautiful as ever.
He stalked towards you slowly; step by step, slowly closing the space in-between. "Oh yeah?" He asked. "What did you come here for?"
"D-Dustin."
"Mm, what about him?"
"L-look, Dustin is a smart kid." He nodded in return, taking another step closer. You took one step back but there was nowhere else for you to go, you were backed against the door. "But he's naive and he sees the good in everyone. Even when, sometimes, there isn't any good there."
Eddie stopped inches from you and cocked his head to the side. "You're saying I'm not a good guy?" He placed his hands over his chest. "Breaking my heart again, sweetheart."
"Please," you rolled your eyes. "I did not break your heart."
"You sure?" He asked, taking another step towards you. He was too close, but you were frozen in place. "I was pretty fucking messed up after that."
"Eddie," you placed your hands on his chest to keep him from boxing you against the door. "Your way of life, your choices, they bleed into the lives of the people around you. And I don't want that to happen to Dustin. I don't want him to think that those types of choices are okay just because he looks up to you."
"I'm not as careless as I was back then," He said softly.
"You're not?" You asked, eyes trailing past him to the black lunch box that was sitting on the table behind him. He sighed, knowing that he was busted. "I'm not asking you to change, Munson, because you and I both know that will never happen. Just please, keep it away from my brother."
You turned the handle on the door, opening it behind you before taking a step back into the hallway and getting one last look at Eddie. He would typically use a moment like this to blurt out something adorable and bat his pretty eyes at you to keep you on the hook, but instead, he remained silent; his pitiful, brown eyes watching you as you turned away from him and headed for the parking lot exit.
That wasn't exactly how you wanted things to go, and you cursed yourself all the way to the parking lot. Admittedly, you knew that you had panicked- but how else were you supposed to react when you were quite literally backed into a corner? When you got to your car, Dustin was ready with a thousand questions. You could see him nearly sitting on the edge of the passenger seat, about ready to burst.
"How'd it go?" He asked as you dropped into your seat and you slammed the car door shut behind you.
"I don't want to talk about it," you replied.
"Okay, something is definitely up." He stated. "You have been acting weird ever since I told you that I joined Hellfire."
"It's nothing, Dustin." You snapped and you could see him flinch out of the corner of his eye. "I'm sorry, just- please drop it."
The drive home was quiet, but again, you could practically hear those gears turning in your brother's head. He didn't stop staring at you until you pulled into the driveway.
"You're not going to drop it, are you?" You asked as you turned the keys back in the ignition.
Dustin was standing outside of the car, holding the door open. "Definitely not," he replied before closing the door and heading toward the house.
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