Master of Puppets (Y/NxEddie One Shots)

Yen

Admittedly this chapter is a little bit of catharsis for me. I have moments where I truly waiver on these chapters as they can feel a little chaotic in my head so when I had the chance to use it to get rid of some concerns I have for Y/N and Eddie I took it. I know it's a long chapter and the smut isn't the same as other chapters but I really hope what I was going for is clear.

No trigger warnings

Fuck fuck fuck I'm so late

This morning had been a nightmare. You'd slept through all your alarms and spilled coffee down your favourite jumper with no idea how to get it out and now you're running into school well after the first bell had rung.
You race to your locker, throwing it open and grabbing your books for science, the lesson you're currently missing, and slam it shut again but as you power walk towards the science classroom a hand reaches out and pulls you into the janitors closet between the rows of lockers in the deserted hallway.

Memories of Billy's attack flash through your mind and panic starts to rise but as the light cord is pulled and the cramped room comes into view you're relieved to see Gareth instead, his hand still holding yours tightly.
"I saw you coming in late and I made an excuse to leave class" he says, your mind flooding with confusion.
"Why did you need to make-" your question is cut short by his lips pressing to yours as he pushes you against a rack of shelves behind you, his hands holding your hips as he forces his body against yours so suddenly it freezes you in place.
His hands travel up your waist and over your breasts, cupping them through your top as his tongue delves into your mouth and your senses kick in, your hands pressing against his stomach as you gently push him away from you.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You ask.
"Is something wrong?" He responds, seeming genuinely confused by your reaction.
"Eddie would murder us both, what is this?" You hiss.
"Oh come on Y/N, I saw the way you looked at me when I caught you in the library. You don't hold eye contact like that without trying to send a message" he says, his body slowly pressing against yours again. "In fact you hold eye contact with me a lot, tell me you don't want me"
He buries his face in your neck, kissing along your skin and for a moment you cave, his soft touch felt so good, so alien. The way his hands caress your body like it's the most delicate thing he's ever touched, his lips brush against you so gently your skin tingles.
"Gareth... we can't..." you whisper but he can sense it, he can hear in your voice you don't mean what you're saying and when you tilt your head back his stomach jolts with excitement.
"Shhh. Eddie doesn't need to know" he murmurs.

Eddie.

Reality kicks in and the fog in your brain clears. You push him away from you, harder this time, and instead of being met with a confused expression he looks frustrated and angry.
"Why are you being like this?" He says.
"Because I'm with Eddie! Your best friend!" You say through gritted teeth.
He laughs, combing his fingers through his hair as he tries to stay calm but fails.
"Can you honestly tell me you're truly happy?" He asks.
You glare at him, is he seriously doing this?
"Of course I am. I love him" you say and the venom in your voice makes his stomach churn.
"He treats you like shit. What boyfriend is ok with his girlfriend fucking other people? What guy is happy to spank his girlfriend with a blunt object so hard she struggles to sit down? Yeah I heard about that. You could be so happy with me, I'd treat you like a Princess" he says, the pleading in his voice made him sound so pathetic.
"You clearly don't understand how this works Gareth. It might look like Eddie holds all the power but I'M the one that can end anything and everything with one word or one click of my fingers. If I didn't want it, believe me I wouldn't do it. Did you ever think of that?"

His eyes grow wide when he realises he's obviously misjudged this whole thing and the anger in your gaze and your shaking hands let him know he's fucked up big time.
"But all those stares... the library... I thought-" he starts but you cut him off.
"You thought wrong. If I stared a little too long or gave any kind of sign I was harbouring anything then it was probably me trying to confirm a suspicion I had of you that you have now proven right spectacularly. Why would you carry on letting Eddie pull you in when you wanted more? Why would you torture yourself like that?"
He leans back against the wall behind him, trying to find words that didn't make him sound weak but he can't.