Trouble

“I think I’m in love.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: you’re new at hawkins high, and the hellfire club practically kneel at your feet.

warnings: language, fluff to the max. just short and sweet:)

a/n: i’m turning this into a series! part two is here

This feeling, this one right here, was the worst. There you stood, front of the cafeteria, tray in your hands as you observed the crowd. You could see each cliché friend group at each table. Towards the left, were the jocks and their cheerleader girlfriends. There were students who held instruments and taped up glasses. There were a few tables that barely had anyone sitting there, a couple quiet kids. On the right, were the students who actually gave a damn about grades, their books cracked open as they studied mid-chew.

Having Military parents was difficult for you, especially with the constant moving. If anything, it was the worst thing about it. Any friends you made were short lived, so as the years went on and you got older, you purposely tried to avoid making friends. Your eyes then settled on a table that made you curios. You’d never heard of that cliché group before. Hellfire club?

It was a group of boys, chattering away with smiling faces and waving their hands in dramatics. Oh well, you thought, and made your way toward their table.

“So, instead of finding a sub for him, you want to postpone?”

“Just for the week! Just until the championships are over!”

“Oh no, I see how it is. Sinclair has obviously been taken in by the dark side,”

“Can I sit here?”

Eddie, and the rest of his hellfire crew’s eyes immediately snapped to the sound of your voice, widening at you, a girl, who stood at the end of the table. “Uh, sorry?” Mike gulped.

You grew red at the obvious disturbance that you had caused, swallowing roughly. “Sorry, it’s just- well, I’m new here and I wondered if I could- but it’s okay! I’ll just-”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Eddie snapped his fingers, turning the spotlight on him. “Here.” He patted the seat next to him, shoving Dustin over one. “Forgive us our manners, my lady, it’s not everyday a creature as…lovely as you graces us with your presence.” You chuckled awkwardly, sitting down next to him as you glanced at everyone.

“Thank you.” You nodded to everyone. “I’m y/n.”

“Eddie.” He held out his hand for you to shake, leaning on his other elbow with a curious gleam in his eye. He was trying to sniff you out, because no woman ever just sat with them. Surely, you had to be just like every preppy girl at that forsaken high school. Why would you choose them out of everyone?

You shook his hand, smiling softly as his brown eyes smiled back. “And I’m Dustin!” Your eyes widened as the curly, short haired boy shoved Eddie’s hand out of yours, grasping your own tightly.

“Hi, Dustin.” You kept in your chuckle.

“And I’m Mike!”

Eddie rolled his eyes as everyone about the table took their sweet time with shaking your hand, marveling at the fact they were touching a girls hand. “You guys are very welcoming.” You tucked a hair behind your ear. “But please, don’t let me interrupt, just ignore me.” You smiled, picking up your jelly sandwich.

You were mid-chew, staring down at your hands as the loud chatter of the cafeteria flooded your ear. You glanced up and froze, everyone’s eyes on you. You gulped.

Gareth and Jeff’s mouth’s hung open, faces pressed into their hands as they stared at you. Dustin thought you were cutest thing he’d ever laid eyes on, even more so than Madonna. And Eddie, dear god, was practically drooling at the mouth. He looked like a damn cartoon character with hearts for eyes, watching you as you grew red. There was something so- innocent about you, youthful. You had no idea how hated they were at that school.

“Uh,” You placed down the sandwich. “You want some?” Your words muffled from your mouthful, and Eddie chuckled, everyone else doing the same.

“We’re just waiting for the punchline, sweetheart.” Eddie kicked back in his chair, stretching his arms out. “You see, your with the freaks of Hawkins High. The devil worshipers.”

“See!” Dustin pushed out his chest, pointing to his hellfire shirt.

“Yeah, I saw that.” You nodded.

“And it didn’t scare you?” Eddie raised a brow, poking at the devil on his chest. “This guy?”

You were confused, glancing at everyone around the table. “No? I mean, it’s mostly why I came over here. I haven’t ever heard of that club before.”

“That’s not surprising,” He popped his chair back down, smiling at your confusion. “Ever heard of dnd? Dungeons and Dragons?”

“No, I don’t think so.” You answered.

He nodded. “I figured not. Sweet little girl like you wouldn’t mix herself with the likes of such.”

It almost disappointed him, because he’d already placed you up among the crowd, with the preppy’s and cheerleaders.

“Well, are you going to tell me what it is?” You said softly, watching as his eyes grew hopeful.

“It’s a fantasy role playing game!” Dustin intervened, moving around the table to sit beside you, ignoring the way Eddie grew annoyed. “There’s wizards and warlocks, druids and rogues. And there’s a dice you roll that determines what happens to your character!”

You sat and listened as he listed the game, trying to collect every piece of information he gave you. Eddie wanted to send him to the moon. “Are there elves?” You tried to contribute.

Now that, got Eddie’s attention, at the mere fact you were at least somewhat interested.

“Yeah, there’s elves.” He beat dustin to the punchline, scooting upward as he leaned closer to you. “Really, you can be anything you want to be.”

“What about princess’s?” You chuckled, causing everyone else to do so. Eddie snickered, looking down as he nodded. “Sure thing.”

“Well, it sounds fun.” You shrugged your shoulder. “I don’t get why you’re made fun of for liking a cool game. I’d play if I knew how.” You said the last part mostly to yourself, but the metalhead’s interest was peaked.

He glanced at his sheep, having silent communication about the decision. Girls did not play dungeons and dragons. Girls did not hang out with hellfire club. Girls did not make Eddie Munsons heart soar, only his sweet guitar did.

“You could play with us, if you wanted.” Eddie said, resting his chin against his fist, speaking cautiously. “We’re actually one man short tonight. We play right here at the school.”

His eyes bore into yours, and it gave you a moment to actually take in his appearance. His eyes were beautiful, big and full of excitement. His hair was wild and free, his body adorned in shiny jewelry. He looked the part of an outcast, but the invitation was not something you wanted to pass up.

“I’d need you to teach me.” You smiled awkwardly.

“And I’m,” He leaned in closer, smirking at you mischievously. “A very good teacher.”

The bell rang across the cafeteria, but his eyes remained non yours. You breathed out in excitement, looking at everyone’s shocked faces. “Well, I guess I’ll see you gentlemen tonight then.” You stood, Eddie smirking as he followed form.

“See you then, princess.” He shouted, and you giggled as you waved them goodbye.

He crossed his arms, kicking back into his chair as he watched you walk out of the room. He finally looked to his friends. “What?” He noticed their stares.

“That’s not fair, Eddie!” Dustin complained. “I wanted to invite her! I called dibs!”

“No, you didn’t.” Eddie snorted, standing up. “Besides, this one’s special, boys.” He found you again, staring at your back.

“Why?” Mike groaned.

He swallowed at your bouncing curls, and he knew you were going to disrupt his simple little life. “I think I’m in love.”

insp. #HarringroveWeek Day 2

They do be fixing that boat

Masterpiece😍😍

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Summary: steve Rogers and bucky barnes have been side by side for as long as they can remember. When a gorgeous woman from asgard comes to help and be a part of the avengers what will happen when both men fall for the goddess of purity, light, and love. Part 1

Warnings: smut! Possessive/obsessive behavior, dark!soft steve Rogers! Dark!soft bucky barnes. Death, murder, blood, all around violence.

*I am not responsible for what you consume of internet. I'm warning you now this is dark content please beware! 18+*

Stucky x fem reader

Key: Y/N= your name

Y/N/N= your nick name

Y/H/C= your hair color

Y/H/L= your hair length

Y/E/C= your eye color

Y/H= your height

The rain was heavy on the window where james Buchanan barnes watched from where he sat in his room. It was silent in the compound most of the agents and avengers tucked away in their rooms enjoying the peace of the fall rain. Then thunder struck a flash of color rang from the sky. This could only mean one thing: Thor.

"Sergeant barnes your company his requested in the main living area." F.R.I.D.A.Y spoke. Bucky questioned if he should go he was really enjoying the rain until steve came swinging his door open " buck come on! Theirs someone new here" bucky was confused by how happy and excited steve was for this new person.

When Steve and bucky finally made it to the living room everyone was there. Thor and Loki standing next to a beautiful woman. Her y/h/l hair seemed to have have golden rays woven in. Her big y/e/c eyes had golden flakes footing in them, she wore asgardian gold armor. "Everyone this is my little sister y/n, the goddess of purity, love, and light."

No one could take their eyes of off the goddess that stood before them. Buck and steve drooling over her, Loki rolled his eyes that them ogling his baby sister. "She will be joining the avengers" fury spoke from the wall he was leaning on. "Y/n here is the strongest thing in the universe we need her here." Fury spoke clear and slow in a loud yet stern tone.

"How strong is she?" Asked banner, "she could kill the universe, end time itself by a sneeze of her nose." Loki answered. The whispers stopped everyone's eyes went wide. "Hello!" Her light smooth voice shy and fragile yet deadly to the super soldiers.

Both men couldn't look away from the girl, both imaging her naked and moaning under them. Y/n had a soft golden glow that raided off of her. Steve could feel his pants tighten from his hard cock, the golden goddess made her way around the room saying hello and talking to all the avengers. Her smile was breath taking -she was polite and shy everyone asked her questions about her. "What do you mean purity?" Clint voiced, thor with his booming voice answered "she is untainted my friend. She holds the light and love of the universe" loki rolled his eyes "shes a virgin" loki summarized everyone's eyes went wide as the girl blushed and awkwardly chuckled.

Bucky was happy to hear this, that the girl was untouched that he would be the only one to taint her light. The only man who she would love, steve was thinking the same thing. how great and tight her virgin pussy would feel wrapped around his hard dick. Her moaning and mulls he would pull out of her, the strong children they would have. Her boobs full of milk he suckle out of her.

Y/n made her way to them to greet them next. "Hi, I'm y/n its lovely to meet you" she was blushing hard, her fingers fidgeting. When she locked eyes with the super soldiers her world spun yet stopped all at once. Steve's golden blonde hair and greenish blue eyes made her weak at the knees. Buckys steel blue eyes that looked like ice and his drak hair and features made her think of unholy things: like giving up her purity.

"Hi there doll, I'm james you can call me bucky" he spoke in a smooth voice 'doll' he called her doll she blushed at the nickname. Steve got furious he knew that nickname and that smooth voice. Steve had heard it a million times back in the 40s when bucky would play with women like toys.

'No shes mine' steve thought in his head. "Hi I'm steve Rogers" she locked eyes with steve once more, she was heavenly to look at and even more so now that she was up close. "Oh I know who you are! I used to watch your battles on earth when I was young" her being a fan of steve made bucky hot headed, 'no all her attention and love goes to me' he thought "you've watched me?" Steve asked y/n nodded.

"Heimdall and I used to watch you fight in allys. He always told me that you had a bright future." Steve was stunned "how old are you?" Bucky asked "oh yell time works differently In asgard so in earth years in 17,000 years old but on my planet only 17"

"You used to watch me?" Steve repeated again. But this time proud that the goddess that would soon be his used to watch him. "Yes I did see Heimdall can see anyone anv everyone in the universe, you and bucky where our favorites to watch. I'm really big fan of the both of you!" Her eyes glowed with happiness and the golden aura around her became more bright.

Both men had proud smiles on their faces, they couldn't wait to take y/n in their arms to claim and to keep forever.

Part two <3

Warnings: enemies, unprotected sex, Rafe being Rafe 😏

Rafe grunts into your ear, his hips snapping forward at an unrelenting pace while you claw at his back.

“Round three, huh bitch?” Rafe taunted in your ear, rolling his hips to hit a sweet spot deep in your pussy.

“F-fuck you.” You gasp, glaring up at him as he pulls back to stare down at you.

“You’re the one who said you wouldn’t fuck me again even if I was the last guy on Earth.” Rafe chuckles darkly, slapping the top of your pussy and making you cry out. He wasn’t lying. You’d found yourself in this - or similar - positions three times today. Rafe had a way of pissing you off so sadly that you couldn’t see straight. He’d chose those moments to silence you with a rough, tongue filled kiss that had your knees weak and pussy wet.

“I guess we’re both liars.” Rafe smirks, using both hands to tug on your nipples while his hips continue to move. You hated him.

“Roll over. Let me see that ass.” Rafe didn’t give you any warning before he was flipping you around and maneuvering you onto your hands and knees. You hissed as he slapped your ass hard then roughly sank back inside your pulsing walls.

Your eyes nearly rolled back in your skull as he began fucking you even harder than before. A hand wrapped in your hair and pulled back, making you groan as your eye lashes fluttered up at the ceiling, his free hand finding your throat.

“I already can’t wait for round four.” Rafe growls in your ear, making your pussy clench in desperation.

baby's first metal concert

“let’s go win ‘em all”

♡ TW: implied noncon, break-up, toxic relationship, crazy ex-boyfriend, intrusive thoughts, anger issues

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about gamer boyfriend who doesn’t know what he has before it’s gone…

You told him you were leaving, but it didn’t dawn on him that’s what you’d meant. He was deep in-game—he couldn't pay attention to your whining. He figured you went out to the store or something, but later, after midnight, he realized he was hungry, and you were nowhere. Not in the kitchen making dinner, not in his bed sleeping, and not in the bathroom either. 

Did you go home? He wonders, standing alone in the dark, empty silence—feeling a little put off at the sight of his room—how even in the dim light, it’s a clear fucking mess. You usually tidy up a bit for him, but you hadn’t this time—no, there’s old underwear and socks everywhere, shirts and hoodies too, empty cans and pizza boxes. It’s a bit gross, actually, he admits while scratching his neck. 

The drawer he’d dedicated to you in his dresser is open and empty. Did you take everything to get it cleaned? You are a bit of a neat freak—unlike him. Suppose that would be something you’d do. Weird of you not to take any of his laundry as well, though.

Oh, well. He shoots you a “gn bby” on his phone, then collapses on his bed and falls asleep—smiles a bit as he does so—it’s nice not having you here to tell him to undress and go shower first. Yeah, you can be such a nag sometimes.

He wakes up late in the day. You’re not there. Usually, you come over to wake him with some breakfast. He checks his phone—you didn’t reply last night. It isn't that weird—you were probably already asleep at that point. But why didn’t you answer when you woke up? There’s no way you’re still asleep, right? 

Fuck, he’s hungry.

“gm,” he sends—contemplates asking you what’s up but doesn’t. You must be busy with something not to have checked your phone yet.

The entire day goes by, and you still don’t answer. He doesn’t take it too hard. But he won’t deny being a bit miffed.

It’s when three days go by that he’s well and truly confused. He’s sent you several texts at this point, even called you a few times, getting a little worried something had happened to you before he got the message that he’d been blocked. 

What the fuck’s going on with you?

He thinks back to the last time he saw you. What did you even say? He can’t remember. Something about being tired—something, something—I’m leaving.

He swallows thickly. No… No way, that’s what you meant, right? No, can’t be. You love him. You’re his pretty girlfriend. The one that comes with his food and later comes back for his bowl. The one that sucks his dick under his desk as he goes on a kill streak. The warm pillow he uses when he finally drags his bad posture to the bed and falls asleep.

No. Where the fuck are you? Are you sick or something? Yeah, must be, right? So delirious you’ve managed to block him somehow. You were probably only trying to call him back. You were never so tech-savvy—a fever must have worsened it. He should go to you. He can bring his pc. Or no, he can get you and bring you back here. Yeah, that would be easier.

He calls your roommate, tells her he’s coming, and asks her to let you know to get ready.

“What are you talking about?” she says through a piece of gum—her voice all dull as if bothered to have picked up the phone. Or, rather, she sounds a bit drunk. There’s music in the background. “Girl broke up with you, didn’t she?”

His blood runs cold at that. A lump forms in his throat—a thick, unmovable lump that makes him think he’s about to throw up. “N-no, she didn’t.”

“Hey!” she calls out, not to him, though—she’s covered the mic with her hand. He only hears the muted distortion of voices and bass through it before your roommate comes back to him. 

“Sorry—she’s telling me a different story,” she relays, popping her gum in his ear before sneering—or, at least, that’s what he pictures. “Honestly, how long did you think she was gonna put up with cleaning up after you anyway? I know I wouldn’t last half as long as she has.” The lump in his throat grows thicker, swelling up until it's choking him. “Anyway, good luck.”

She hangs up, and he drops his phone. There’s a crack as it hits the floor. And then something wet on his face. Something hot. Something searing as it tracks down his cheeks and drops off like acid onto the floor. 

What should he do? What do you want him to do? To tidy up? He can do that! He’s not some imbecile like your friend makes him out to be who can’t even do the basics of chores. Of course, he can! And so that’s what he does—hands shaking as he tidies. 

It feels foreign, and he’s not even sure where to start. And it quickly proves to be a lot worse than what he’d thought. Beyond stinky clothes and dirty dishes, there’s trash, rotten food, sticky surfaces, and other things he can’t even put a name to. It’s gross, actually. Downright disgusting. How long’s it been like this?

Even after everything’s put in order, there’s a smell that lingers and no end to the dust he has to clean—cringing at the little insects that come crawling out of their hiding spots. Geez—has it really been this bad?

He falls asleep on the floor at some point—having completely forgotten to eat—then wakes up feeling awful the next day. The kitchen is barren, and so he orders take-out. Eats and then goes back to cleaning. There’s still a lot left.

It’s barely recognizable once he’s done. Nice and bright and tidy and clean. There’s a sum of a dozen large black trash bags in the hallway he needs to take out, but other than that, everything’s perfect—perfectly presentable to have you come over again.

Still, he gives it a couple of days. He knows you. You’re going to change your mind. You’re too sweet to be breaking up with him. Too nice. You wouldn’t just leave him, not like this. Yeah, you’re only trying to teach him a lesson—after a while, you’ll come back on your own. You’ll be ecstatic over what he’s done with the place—apologetic even as you tell him you were wrong about him—and then everything will go back to normal. Make-up sex and everything. 

But you don’t. No. You’re nowhere to be seen or found—even after a week’s passed. You’re still gone. And he’s starting to believe you might just be gone for real.

No. He sees what this is. You’re waiting for the grand gesture, aren’t you? He never knew you could be so petty—but it’s actually kind of cute. Fine then. He’ll play along—come crawling to you on his hands and knees with the best apology you’ve ever heard. And then you can end this whole thing.

And so he finds himself at your place, pressing the buzzer, not knowing if he’s catching you at home—if not, he’ll just try again tomorrow, and so on until he does. He hears someone at the other side of the door—they must be looking at him through the peephole. It takes a while before the locks click and open.

“Hey…”

It’s you. 

“Hi,” he smiles in return, happy to see you. He’s been so nervous, but somehow, your face and voice are enough to calm him down.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

Oh, of course. You weren’t expecting him. Still, it feels weird of you not to gush happily over the surprise and rush him inside. It’s not every day he goes outside—you should be a little impressed.

But no, of course, you’re playing the part of fed-up girlfriend—acting hard-to-get. He’s got you—he’ll play his part, so don’t worry.

“I wanted to apologize,” he announces. “I haven’t been a good boyfriend—I see that now. But I’ll be better from now on, I promise—come over, and I’ll prove it to you.”

As far as apologies and promises go, he thinks that sounded pretty smooth—not too desperate, not too demanding. Pretty slick, if he can say so himself.

And so, why aren’t you smiling? He can understand being nervous—so is he—but why do you look guilty?

“That’s really nice. And… I’m really happy you’re looking better. But…” you start, and his gut’s already wrenching. “I think you need more time for yourself to just… enjoy what it’s like to be independent, you know?” 

No, he doesn’t know. What are you saying? And why are you holding onto the doorknob like that? Holding it steady as if you’re planning to shut it as soon as you can—why?

“Thanks for stopping by. It was nice seeing you—it really was. Take care of yourself, okay?”

It’s shutting—his plans—disappearing right before his face. He knows he isn’t owed a second shot, but this isn’t fair. You can’t be serious—are you?

“What? No, wait—” He stops you, weighing his own hand on the door, keeping it open. “Listen, I’m good now. I’ve pulled it together, you’ll see—I’ll come in, and we’ll talk about it.”

You resist, using both hands to almost push the door back on him. “I have company, so—”

“What’s up?” another voice announces himself—deep and presentful. He comes into view behind you—taller than you, taller than him—looking down his nose at him with a raised brow. “Who’s this?”

You look a bit panicked—no, embarrassed. “Oh, uhm—”

Why are you embarrassed? “Who’s that?” The bitterness in his voice surprises even himself—loaded with the same type of spite he seethes with when players use cheats to win.

“He’s an old friend, but he was just leaving,” you say, but you’re not speaking to him. No, you stroke a hand over the guy’s broad chest, looking up at him apologetically before turning back to him again, voice strict in a way he’s never heard, “Bye.”

“But—”

You shut the door. On him. In his face. 

His skin crawls—goosefleshed and chilled. Was that a date? No, right? You have a brother, don’t you? Yes, must be. No way you’re dating. There’s no way, right? It’s only been a week… no way you’ve moved on in only a week, right?

You looked really nice—wearing that sweet blouse with all the little bows and that cute little skirt you’d always wear out on dates. Damn, when was the last time the two of you went on a date? Must be months ago, if he can’t even remember. 

Come to think of it, the two of you would always have sex when you wore that skirt. Yeah, it’s your fuck-me-skirt. Are you going to fuck this guy too now? On the first date? Is it your first date? No, probably not—who has their first date at home? That’s more like a third or even fourth or fifth date, right? Were you dating him while the two of you were still together? Have you been cheating on him all this time? Laughing at him behind his back—talking shit with your bitch-roommate? About what a pathetic loser he is? About how he’s a slob who can’t take care of himself? How he needs you? Have you!?

He shouldn't be texting you all this from a random number. He knows that, but the full realization doesn’t dawn on him before it’s too late, and he’s sent you over a hundred messages, some small and others at such a length they take up more than what the screen allows. What the fuck’s he doing? He’d bought the new sim so that he could contact you in an emergency, not to spam you with accusations like some crazy ex. 

He starts deleting them—in some desperate wishful thinking, with the hope you wouldn’t see them, but then the dotted line starts beating, jumping in taunt. His eyes are wide as he stares at it, holding his breath. Ten seconds pass before it disappears—no message sent.

You blocked him again. And he can’t blame you.

And yet, he can’t let you go, either. 

He spends the first few weeks hauled up at home—his flat becoming as trashed as ever as he doomscrolls all your socials through a fake account. You’ve deleted all the pictures of him—even the ones of yourself when you’ve been with him. There’s no evidence the two of you were even dating.

How could you do this? How could you erase him like this?

He has questions, and he needs answers. You can’t just do this—the two of you haven’t even had the talk—he hasn’t even got to say his side yet!

He just wants to talk to you—why won’t you let him? He just wants you to hear him out. He deserves that much. But since you’re not giving him any option of contacting you, he’s had to resort to medieval methods—lurking outside your apartment like some creep, eyes peeled on your building’s entrance, waiting for you to show.

He’s there for hours, patiently—refusing to go home—thinking he’ll be there all night if he has to.

But then there you are—coming out of the complex, stepping down the alley, dressed all nice for the night. You seem to be in a hurry—are you on your way to another date? Well, wherever you’re going and whoever you’re meeting, they can wait.

“I need to talk—” he doesn’t get the words out.

You’d noticed him following you and tried to out-pace him—make him lose interest. But the area your flat’s situated in is a sketchy one—at least for girls, and you’d made the decision long ago that you’d never walk outside unprepared. And so, as soon as feeling the stranger's hand on your arm, you whip around to maze him right in the face.

“Argh!” he screeches and stumbles back, hands covering his eyes. “Fuck—ow-fuckin’dammit, shit—what the fuck did you do that for? Fuck—”

You were going to make a run for it, but the familiar voice has you halt—wait a minute…

You call his name, and sure enough, it’s him who looks up at you through the teary redness of your pepper spray assault. 

“Oh my god, shit—I’m so sorry—I thought you were a—” you stop yourself. “Fuck—never mind. Come—” You link his arm with yours and lead him back inside the apartment you just left. “I’ll help you rinse—I’m so sorry.”

You rush him to the bathroom, seating him atop the toilet lid as you wet a cloth and start soaking his face.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see it was you—” you apologize again. “Are your eyes okay?”

“Not really,” he hisses through clenched teeth, though steals himself soon after. “But they're getting better…”

His face unswells after a good thirty minutes, after which he’s able to keep his eyes open again—sore and no doubt bloodshot, yet fine, if not for that. You’ve moved him into the living room instead, having done what you could to rinse off your attack—having provided him with an apologetic glass of water. Now sitting with him, waiting for the effects to wear off.

It feels nice to be with you again despite the circumstances—but it’s awkward how you don’t speak.

“You look nice,” he says—trying to break the tension. It’s not as if the two of you are strangers, and so you shouldn’t act like it.

“Oh, I’m going to a party—roomie’s already there, so…” you say, sitting at the edge of your seat. “If you’re okay, I should probably head out… soon.”

A silence fills his head, as well as the room—a heavy stillness before a single word leaves him. “What?” His face sinks—part confusion, part offense, and something else—something that makes his voice come out accusatory and outraged, “You maze me in the face, and you’re just gonna fuck off to a party?”

Your eyes widen.“Well… it’s—”

“No—what the fuck?” He stands abruptly. His head’s so empty except for the blinding darkness slowly overtaking it—leaving him feeling boiling and all but nuclear. “That’s all I get? Are you fucking serious?” He’s shouting now—and then he’s on you, with one hand fisting your pretty dress and another around your throat. “First, you dump me without warning, assault me like some maniac, give me a lousy apology, and then tell me to fuck off? What the fuck’s wrong with you?”

You splutter his name and push, but it’s like fighting a wall.

“Where are you actually going dressed like that, huh? What’s so fucking important? Is it another date? What, with that same oaf I saw here last time? Or is it someone new already? I know how flighty you can be. I mean, fuck, I knew you were a little freaky, but I didn’t know I was dating a fucking slut!”

His strength comes as a complete and utter devastating shock. You’d think sitting in a chair all day would make any muscle obsolete—but the hands holding you don’t right now is more than anything you could hope to fight against.

“Stop! Get off me—” you cry, thrashing hopelessly as he lifts your dress and rips your lace panty down your thighs. 

A growl in his voice and nothing but rage on his face.

“If anyone can get it—I might as well help myself.”

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Hii, if you're still waiting for requests, could you make a fluffy Eddie one-shot, where the reader is close to Dustin and the rest of the kids, since she was also there with them through the events in season 1-3, and acts all motherly with them. Eddie has a crush on her, but since she's a bit more popular, he thinks she would never look at him that way. Then one day Jason is talking shit about the Hellfire Club and the reader punches him and tells him they are way cooler people than him.

babysitters are allowed to have fun

symopsis: Reader is the freshmen’s favourite senior, and Eddie’s too

note: reader is she/her (as requested), and a cheerleader. also I stole a name from a ff I read (Winnie) creds to the creator

You sat at your spot at the Jock table with your best friends Chrissy and Winnie. Her name is actually Annie, but she’s too sweet so you and Chrissy nicknamed her after the bear.

"I'm going to check up on the boys, I'll be back in a little bit." You whisper in Chrissy's ear. She smiles and nods as you get up and walk that way. Your cheerleading skirt flipping in the breeze provided by the AC. You walk to the Hellfire's Club table, eyes trained to your figure.

"Hey Dustin, Mike, Lucas! How are you guys doing? I haven't talked to you guys in like a week, work's been crazy." You exclaimed, a big smile on your face.

"It's been good Y/N/N, we've missed you." Dustin says, a stupid grin on his face.

"I've missed you guys too, how's the club thing?" You ask, glancing quickly at the other members.

"It's good, we just started a new campaign!" Mike added.

"Fun! How are the drums going Gareth?" You asked, looking at the fluffy haired boy. He looked up in shock and responded.

"G-Good, they're uh- going good." He stuttered out, entranced by your unmoving gaze. You smiled in response, turning your head when Eddie spoke up.

"Y/N, uh, do you want a cupcake? I brought some chocolate ones." He said, you smiled and nodded.

"I'd love one Eds, thank you." You said reaching out to grab the cupcake from his extended hand. Your fingers grazed as you lifted the cupcake from his hand. Winking as he rushed to pull his hand back. Mike stole a bit of frosting off your cupcake and pushed it against Dustin's cheek.

Before you took a bite of the beautiful cupcake you noticed Dustin's whining. Scoffing and putting your cupcake down before looking at him.

"What are you complaining about?" You ask glancing at the frosting he was using a napkin to try to get off. You moved his hand and put some water on the napkin, crouching down and wiping the chocolate off his face.

"Y/NNN" Dustin whined out, trying to slap your hands away.

"Shush Dustin, 'm almost done." You mutter, rolling your eyes at his behavior. Wiping away the final bits of frosting and standing back up. You grab the cupcake and bite into it, the frosting sitting on your nose. You notice the boys laughing.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" You ask innocently and swipe the chocolate from your face to Mike's jaw.

"Who's laughing now? Dork." You say affectionately, a smile on your face as you continue to eat the cupcake.

"D'you like it?" Eddie asks, big eyes wide and pupils blown out.

"Oh yeah Eds, I love it. Where'd you get them?" You ask licking the frosting off your lips.

"I- uhm... I made them." He stated sheepishly.

"What?! No shit, that's great Eds. I had no idea you were a baker, these are seriously so good. We should bake together sometime, I make a killer frosting." You exclaimed happily, nudging his shoulder slightly. Your smile was broken as Jason approached the two of you.

"Y/N, come on. You shouldn't be hanging with these Hellfire freaks, let's go baby." Jason said, sincerity lacing his voice with a bit of venom.

"I'm good right here Jason, and don't call me 'baby'." You voiced, disgust present in your voice.

"Seriously baby, let's just go." Jason said, grabbing your waist and pulling you away.

"I said no, Jesus Christ Jason. Leave me the fuck alone."

"Sweetheart, just come with me. You're not in your right mind." Jason repeated once again, huffing when he couldn't pull you by your waist. He moved one hand to your wrist and started tugging. That's when you took your dominant hand and swung a solid right/left hook, landing square on his jaw.

"You bitch." He screamed, grabbing his jaw and running out of the cafeteria. His minions following quickly afterwards. You swung your hand up and down wincing a little before dropping it.

"Where were we? Oh right! Eddie seriously we've gotta bake together, maybe you could come over tonight and we could do that." You suggested with a flirty smirk, winking gently.

"I think I'm in love with you." Eddie muttered, eyes focused only on you. You smiled wider.

"Well the feelings are definitely returned babe." You said giving him a light kiss on the cheek before leaving back to your table.

"I have a date with Eddie Munson tonight." You exclaimed.

"Finally, you've pined over him for so long I literally cannot stand it anymore." Winnie complained, rolling her eyes.

Guess who finally watched the Batman movie and right after this read a bunch of Fanfics, where they throw a young Robin/Dick Grayson at Battinson

…It’s me

 and I’m gonna do that too^^

Edit: Fanfics here