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munsonluhvr · 1 year ago

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THE DEAL (PART 2)

pairing: drugdealer!eddie munson x reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: smut, strong language, fluff

author's note: smut eddie is my fav Eddie. enjoy!

previous installment: part 1 | part 2

A week later, you find yourself in the parking lot, once again, waiting for Eddie Munson. The sun shines bright today, adding a little bit of warmth to you while the weather dips lower every day. You stand against the high school’s wall, waiting to spot Eddie. You wait for a few minutes, glancing towards the door where your classmates flow out of the building.

After a few minutes, Eddie comes up next to you while you were glancing off towards the high school’s front entrance. “Looking for someone?” Eddie says, bending down next to your ear.

You gasp, jumping off to the side. “Jesus, you scared me.”

Eddie laughs, shrugging his backpack further up onto his shoulder. His metal lunchbox teeters in his hand. “Yeah, yeah. Shall we?” Eddie says, gesturing towards the parking lot where his van sits. You nod, joining him in a walk over to his vehicle.

Eddie utilizes society’s common pleasantries, asking you how your day was. You comply, telling him a little snippet of your day, telling him your classes went smoothly. You ask him too, and he reciprocates, saying he was looking forward to seeing you after school. You roll your eyes.

“I’m only coming over to your house to get some weed, hanging out with you is just a courtesy.” You say jokingly. You and Eddie approach his large van, and he walks over to the passenger side, opening the door for you. “M’lady,” Eddie says, gesturing for you to get into the car. You laugh, shaking your head as you lift yourself into the passenger seat.

Eddie closes the door, walking back to the driver’s seat, and gets into the car swiftly. Eddie starts the car, the engine sounds like it might quit any minute. You feel very small in Eddie’s big van, the rear of the car stretching out, what felt like, miles behind you. Eddie turns out of the high school’s parking lot. While Eddie stops at a stop sign at the front of the parking lot, he leans down to pick up a cassette tape and insert into his car stereo system.

Loud Iron Maiden music blasted from the car, causing you to jolt in your seat. Eddie is quick to turn the radio down, looking over at you sheepishly. “Sorry, I guess I forgot to turn it down before I got out of the car this morning.”

“You listen to music that loud? You’re going to lose your hearing before you turn 21.” You say, glancing over at Eddie

Eddie waves his hand, turning out of the parking lot. “Ah, I turn 21 in a few months, I can’t lose my hearing that fast.”

You cross your arms, shaking your head. “I wouldn’t be so sure.” You say, with a smile.

Eddie house is, seemingly, not that far from school. The ride over is quiet, the sound of Iron Maiden filling the empty space. Eddie turns his van left, once traffic clears, and drives over a primarily dirt road. Beyond the dirt road sits a mobile home park, metal, single-family mobile homes are scattered around the land. Eddie passes a neighbor’s house and their driveway but turns into his driveway that sits next door. Eddie sighs, putting the car into park and then off. “This is my castle,” Eddie says, moving his hand towards his home.

You frown, noticing there’s no other cars in the driveway. “Do you live here alone?”

Eddie shakes his head, “No, I live here with my uncle. He used to work nights at the plant, but they switched him back to days which is a lot better for my business.” Eddie opens the driver’s door to get out and you follow, sliding out of the passenger side to follow him to the house.

You reach his front door which he pops open and, once again, opens the door for you. You step inside and his home is warm against the cold outdoors. A lamp in the corner illuminates the room only dimly, and the rest is dark; the window shades are down. Eddie passes you from behind, moving towards the kitchen. “Can I get you something to drink?” He asks, opening the fridge.

You shrug, continuing to look around his home. “I’ll have whatever you’re going to have.”

Eddie reaches into the fridge and pulls out two coke cans. “Coke it is then.” He come back over to you, handing you the cold can. You pop the tab open, taking a sip. The cold drink flows down your throat, and the chill makes you realize the nervous pit that’s growing in your stomach.

“Make yourself at home; come in here.” Eddie says gesturing down the hallway. You follow, passing the kitchen on your right and then the bathroom that’s on your left when the hallway begins to narrow. Again, you pass a room on your right, but Eddie stays in the doorway at the end of the hallway, the room glowing behind him. “This is my room, that’s my uncles.” He says, noticing you looking at the closed door you pass.

You step inside Eddie’s doorway; the smell of cologne and cigarettes fills the room. You look around again, his dresser has shirts sticking out of the drawers, the top of the piece of furniture is cluttered with an ashtray, cassette tapes, and silver, chunky jewelry. You smile, slightly amused by his belongings. Against a mirror, sits a large guitar which Eddie goes over to and swipes his fingertips against the strings. You watch him, moving to sit on the corner of his bed. “Wow, look at that. Eddie is in love with a guitar.��

Eddie looks back at you bashfully. “I so am, it’s my prized possession.”

“That’s cute,” you say, leaning back to place your drink can on the side table that sits behind you, at the head of Eddie’s bed. When you lean back, your t-shirt lifts up, exposing your hipbone. Eddie’s eyes instantly flash to your exposed flesh, the sight igniting his skin with heat.

Eddie stands in front of where you sit. “I’ll get us something to smoke.” He moves back into the hallway, whipping through drawers, looking for some weed. Once he finds it, he jogs back into his room, beginning to look for his rolling papers. He dug through his dresser’s tabletop, plucking the pack of papers up. Now, he kneels in front of you on the floor, presenting you a small plastic bag of weed and a rolling paper. Your fingers twitch as you reach for the supplies, knowing you were terrible at rolling blunts. You uncross your legs, making a platform on you lap. You pinch the green clumps, placing it on the brown paper. You struggle, some of the clumps falling out. You get nervous, knowing Eddie is the master of rolling blunts.

Eddie notices you struggle and drops his already rolled blunt on the floor to help you. His fingers brush yours as his fingers work in union with yours. “Here, I’ll help you.” Eddie says. “Not so good with rolling blunts, huh?” Eddie says, glancing up at you. Your faces are only a few inches apart, and you feel flustered suddenly.

“Yeah, it’s not my strong suit.” You mutter, trailing off at the end of your sentence. Eddie looks back to help roll your blunt, his fingers brush the tops of your thighs. At your core, you feel a sensation of desire, the urge to bring Eddie close to your body. Eddie looks up at you once more, holding your gaze.

“Here,” he says, keeping your eye contact but lifting the freshly rolled blunt up to you. You don’t take your eyes off of his. Tension grows between you, a magnet beginning to pull you and Eddie together. You take the blunt from Eddie but keep your eyes on his.

Suddenly, Eddie swiftly connects his mouth with yours, his tongue pushing into your mouth. You’re surprised but comply knowing a part of you wanting to know what Eddie’s body against yours feels like.

You back lays against the bed, Eddie immediately stripping his jacket off and dropping it onto the ground. You spread your legs wide, letting Eddie settle between your thighs. Against you, you can feel Eddie’s bulge grow inside his jeans. Your mouths blend together in unison, your fingers drag against his sides, while your fingertips grasp at the bottom of his shirt. You lift the bottom of his shirt up, lifting it up and off of Eddie. You let your hands roam around his shirtless torso, feeling the warmth of his skin against your cold hands.

Eddie sighs into your mouth, his mind in a buzz. He’s always found you attractive, often finding himself looking at the way your jeans hugged your body and the way your top squeezed you in all the right places. Over time, he began to grow a crush on you, allowing himself moments to fantasize what it would be like to kiss you and rest himself between your thighs.

You manage to slip your jacket off, making a swift movement to detach from Eddie’s mouth to slip your shirt off too. Eddie’s eyes widen, looking at how your breasts rest in your bra. Eddie feels like he could finish in his pants at the sight. You re-attach your lips onto his, bringing his body back onto of yours. Eddie fits against you perfectly, the metal of his ringed fingers sizzling against your skin. The urge for Eddie grows intensely between your thighs.

You let your hands travel down to Eddie’s jeans, letting your nimble fingers unbuckle his studded belt and then the fly of his pants. You work quickly with eagerness to pull his pants down, leaving Eddie in his boxers. Eddie helps you, keeping his lips on yours, while he works his pants down his legs. Eddie returns the action with eagerness as well, leaning up on his knees to get the best angle to unzip your jeans and pull them off swiftly.

Everything happens so quickly that you don’t have time to be nervous or comprehend that you and the Eddie Munson, your drug dealer, are about to have sex.

Eddie’s fingers hook into your panties, pulling them off and flinging them over his shoulder behind him. You can’t help but giggle, feeling the anticipation grow larger and feel Eddie’s eagerness through his fingers. Eddie drops his boxers on the floor, allowing his cock to bounce up. You lean forward, reaching your hand behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it drop off the side of Eddie’s bed.

Eddie grabs ahold of your calves, dragging your body to the edge of the bed. Eddie spreads your legs open, looking down at your core. He considers spitting on you to add lubrication, but he notices that your body is already prepped for his him, you’re dripping with anticipation and desire. He lines himself up with you, your legs resting on his shoulders.

You look up at him, noticing the tattoos that are scattered around his torso and arms. “Are you ready?” Eddie asks, glancing at you. You nod, glancing down at Eddie’s length that he holds in one hand. With a swift movement, he pushes himself inside of you, your body arching in response. “Oh, fuck,” you whisper. Your body adjusts to Eddie’s size, bargaining with his length to fit him in comfortably.

Once he’s in, Eddie places his hands on your legs, using his position to balance himself as he strokes into you. He turns his head to kiss the inside your ankles. You moan softly, the pace Eddie goes builds up pressure inside your body. Eddie gazes down at you, watching hypnotically as your breasts bounce with each stroke.

You like the position you and Eddie are in, but you want him closer to you. You sit up, grasping Eddie’s forearm. You pull his arm, wiggling your legs out of his grip to spread your legs apart around him. You maneuver your limbs and body so Eddie lays against your bare body, your legs wrapping around his waist. Eddie’s mouth navigates towards your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin. Every stroke Eddie gives you provides pleasure that courses through your torso, weakening your legs. “You feel so good,” you mumble into Eddie’s ear, tightening your grip around him.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been thinking about doing this.” Eddie mumbles back at you, his lower half making slow movements into you. Your fingers make their way into his hair, guiding him down your chest. With one hand, Eddie guides your breast into his mouth, letting the tip of his tongue flick across your nipple. You arch your back again, your body getting pleasure in two places now. You let your eyes flutter shut, absorbing every kiss Eddie places across your chest and down your torso.

You let out a soft whine, your legs twitching with pleasure. Eddie, too, feels like the end of this moment is near but he attempts to preserve himself to allow this intimate moment with you to last as long as possible.

Your eyes flash open when Eddie’s hands are planted on your waist, his cock slipping out of you, and you’re now flipped to rest of your hands and knees. Behind you, Eddie looks at your back end, which makes his mouth water. He lines himself into you, pushing into you once more. Your fingers grip his bed sheets, the pleasure driving back into you. You gasp, bending forward to place your face on Eddie’s bed.

Eddie places his hands on your hips, pushing in and out of you smoothly. Eddie grunts, the feeling of you around him, bringing euphoric sensations through him. His pace quickens, knowing he’s about to finish. You, too, feeling the buildup that’s inside of your core ready to spill over. Your eyes roll back, an overbearing feeling of pleasure running through your body. Eddie does one stroke, and then another which he pushes himself all the way into you. He slumps against you, sweaty and out of breath.

You turn onto your back, your body attempting to regain breath. After a minute, you lean over, reaching for your t-shirt. You slip it on, then reaching for your panties, slipping those on as well. Eddie pulls away from you, putting his boxers on. You still sit on Eddie’s bed, slipping your legs underneath his sheets; the cold from outside beginning to sneak into Eddie's room and surround your exposed skin. Eddie climbs onto the bed, lying next to you. He opens his arms, silently asking you to nestle into him. You hesitate, not knowing how what just happened would impact your transactional relationship.

Eddie notices your hesitation. “Y/n, come on. I just saw you naked, you can come lay with me for a little while.” You laugh, laying down so that your back is against his front. Eddie’s arms wrap around your body.

You felt at home, oddly enough, fully interested to know Eddie even more. “I liked that,” you say, nestling into his body. Eddie hums, brushing his fingers through your hair. “Me too,” he says, letting his fingers brush against your jaw.

“So,” you say, dragging out the ‘o.’

“So,” Eddie says, mimicking you dragging out the ‘o.’ You laugh, rolling your eyes at Eddie. You looked towards his window, noticing how the light was peeking through the shades. “You know,” Eddie speaks up again. “We should hang out again, like on a date.” You smile, surprised by how this request made you exhilarated.

“Do I get a better discount now?” You ask, sarcasm lacing your tone.

“Oh yeah,” Eddie says. “Anything you want is free now.”

You laugh again. “Great, then I’ll definitely go out with you.”

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silent-stories · 1 year ago

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 - 𝟐

Pairing: Eddie x F!Reader

Summary: After moving to Hawkins for a fresh start, you meet a boy with kind, brown eyes who will quickly become a friend and maybe something more. The only problem is: you took something that belongs to him by accident and now you don't know what to do.

Part 1

When your alarm went off the next morning, you nearly fell out of bed.

“Shit.” You muttered to yourself, raising a hand to cover your eyes hit by the sun's rays streaming through the window of your messy bedroom.

As you got out of bed, you suddenly remembered that the night before you had fallen asleep after reading the first sentence written in the notebook that you had found in your bag and that most likely belonged to Eddie.

You found it at the foot of the bed and picked it up, making sure the picture of the unknown woman was still inside it and put it inside the backpack you were going to take to school without really knowing what to do with it.

You grabbed the first pair of ripped jeans you found in the corner and put them on with a random shirt before leaving your room. To do that you stepped over an old art project and a mannequin foot left on the floor, and you mentally promised yourself that if you ever moved again in your life you wouldn't take all that stuff with you. You hoped that you would soon find the will to sort out your things.

“Aren't you having breakfast?” Your aunt asked when she saw you ready to leave the house.

“No, I'm already late. And I promised Eddie we'd meet in the parking lot in front of school.”

“Oh, alright.” She commented with her usual smirk when you talked about Eddie.

“I told you not to look at me with that face!” You yelled at her with a laugh as you left the house.

You crossed the garden and got into your car. “Hey, Casper.” You spoke to the skeleton sitting in the passenger seat as you started driving towards school.

“If you were in my place what would you do, hm?” You asked the inanimate object, “I know that keeping the notebook is not the right choice: it doesn't belong to me. But what can I tell him “hey, I found a notebook where you wrote a lot of personal facts about yourself but don't worry, I know it sounds incredible but I haven't even opened it. I just know it's most likely yours."

You sighed. "It's ridiculous. If I give it back he'll think I read it anyway, won't he? So I can read it anyway, right?"

The only response you got was the sound of bones rattling and hitting each other when you drove over one of the bumps in the road.

You knew they said that curiosity killed the cat but you couldn't help but think that you wanted to read everything written in that notebook.

You parked your car in the first free space you found in front of the school, some students looked at your car with a mixture of surprise and concern, and to your big surprise, you saw Eddie with his arms crossed and his back against what must have been his van talking to Dustin, the boy you had met the previous morning.

Did everyone in that town know each other or was it a coincidence?

Whatever they were chatting about didn't really matter because when you reached them they stopped talking, Eddie looked up and when his eyes met yours, he had a smile on his lips. "Hey stranger." He greeted you.

You wondered if he had that reaction with everyone or if it was something he reserved only for you but you doubted the first option was the right answer, and just thinking about that made you smile the same way.

"Hey."

“Wait, you guys already know each other?” Dustin asked, moving his gaze between you and Eddie.

“Well, I called her a stranger, of course not.” Eddie joked and you rolled your eyes. He was wearing an Iron Maiden t-shirt and the same denim vest as the previous day.

"Yeah, something like that." You said to the kid, "and he promised me a tour of the school. I hope he hasn't forgotten already."

“Oh, how could I?” He brought a hand to his chest pretending that your supposition hurt him, "I have an honor to respect. I made a promise to a fair lady and i need to respect it."

You chuckled. "Then lead the way."

You said a quick "bye" to Dustin before Eddie walked off towards school and you followed him until he suddenly stopped.

"But first I really have to ask you something."

For a moment you thought it was about the notebook, your mouth went dry in a few seconds.

“Where the hell did you find that thing?” He pointed to the skeleton sitting in your car a few feet away from you.

You burst out laughing both for the relief that his question didn't involve his lost item and for the funny way he asked you the question.

"Well, it was my last day of school and I was in my old biology class..."

During the tour, you realized that the jogs must not have liked Eddie very much and the feeling was definitely mutual. The first time a boy in a green and white jacket, identical to the one worn by the guy who tried to steal Dustin's hat, had shouldered Eddie while you were walking down the halls you thought it was an accident. The second time must have been a coincidence. The third time you understood that they were doing it on purpose.

"Don't worry about them, they try to act tough but they're all assholes who like to annoy people like me." You stopped in front of English class, the first one of your day, a sign that the tour was over. From the way he spoke, it almost seemed like he was trying to reassure you even if you didn't need it.

"Like you?"

"Yeah, the freaks."

You tilted your head to the side, studying his expression and trying to figure out if he was serious or joking. "You are not a freak."

"Well, you might be surprised by the rumors going around Hawkings about me." His brown eyes were kind, as always.

"What rumors?"

The bell rang and the students began to enter their respective classrooms.

"Oh, I think you'll find out soon. See you, okay?"

“O-Okay…” You mumbled before Eddie walked away and disappeared into the sea of students.

You sighed, then walked into the classroom and sat at an empty desk at the back.

If he didn't want to talk about his secrets then you would find out on your own.

You opened your backpack and grabbed the little brown notebook.

You started reading as the teacher started talking about an old poem you didn't really care about.

I realized that I almost don't remember her anymore and that's the thing that scares me the most. I don't want to forget her.

She's been gone for years now, and I thought I had a grip on the memories, but they're starting to slip away now and I'm so fucking scared one day I won't remember her at all.

I used to hear her voice in my head, clear as day. Now, it's like tuning into a distant radio station with too much static. I find myself straining to remember the way she'd say my name or the casual "How was your day?" It's fucking frustrating, and it scares me that one day, even those snippets will be probably gone.

I don't wanna forget her.

At night, I close my eyes, trying to summon the feeling of being wrapped up in her arms. It's elusive, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm losing something fundamental. I miss that safe place and it's fucking embarassing.

I'm an adult now and I still miss my mom. Embarassing.

I catch glimpses of her in old photographs, frozen moments that I clutch onto desperately. But even those are starting to feel like stories I've heard rather than moments I've lived.

And it scares me. It scares me because it feels like losing her all over again.

You looked away from the notebook. You closed your eyes for a moment and inhaled air through your nose, the teacher's voice only a backdrop to your thoughts much louder than her words.

What you had read were private things, things you shouldn't have read and yet you couldn't help but continue to do so.

They were things he had probably never talked about to anyone if he felt the need to write them there, it was a vulnerable part of himself that he had decided to hide in that notebook and you were invading it.

The single page you had read had made you want to give the biggest hug to that boy who you had only known for a little more than a day and who was probably way sweeter than he wanted to let others see.

"Shit." You muttered to yourself for the second time that day.

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Okay I'm already losing interest in this series sorry lol if you won't seen an update in years you know why

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wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee28374728 · 4 months ago

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Until Dawn character hcs

Sam:

Her music taste is crazy. Like the same playlist could have Beethoven, Iron Maiden, The BeeGees and Taylor Swift

Does aerobics in her pajamas

Doesn't know how to order at Starbucks (she just wanted a medium)

Had a dog walking business in high school

Knows how to surf

Will absolutely destroy you in most strategy based board games

Favorite holiday is Halloween

Chris:

Dog person AND cat dad

Far sighted

Huge history nerd, had a ww2 phase in high school that never completely went away

Guy at a camping trip who tells the ghost story that leads up to a joke

Knows exactly what to do when a woman is on her period

Nervous fidgets; bouncing leg, tapping on desk/table, etc

Knew where everything was in his school backpack at all times

Ashley:

Say it with me people: Only. Fucking. Child.

Will get mad at you for saying pumpkin spice latte is basic

Was a horse girl in middle school

Owns more scented candles than a bath and body works

Has gotten her fortune told at a carnival and taken it pretty seriously

Had braces

Smokes weed

Mike:

Track and field

Can't find the clit

Paid other people to do his homework

Wanted to be a firefighter when he was 6

Shockingly scared of bugs, used to make Emily kill them for him, but Jess won't do it

Can swim but doesn't like it

Was really close with Sam when they were younger, Sam is the one who introduced him to the group.

Jessica:

Used to be much happier and more chill before puberty, after which she felt pressure to live up to her looks

Her and Emily used to be super close and she misses it

Was a Frozen kid and still watches it a lot

Most definitely bi curious at least(Emily to blame)

Reads her horoscope but doesn't actually take it seriously

Emily:

Wayyyy to much Disney Channel in her early childhood, now loves drama

The middle of many siblings, acts the way she does for more attention

Was vegetarian at some point

Secretly misses being close with Jess, but makes sure no one knows

Needs rain sounds to sleep

Really wants Matt to stand up to her, this is why she's so hard on him

Matt:

Easily confused when women aren't completely direct

Probably smoked weed at least once, but quit doing it when he started doing sports

Nervous around babies(so small what if he panicked and dropped them)

Had an earring in one ear at one point, but his parents had him take it out and now the piercing is healed over

Can't tell the difference between nail polish shades

Josh:

Would fight god in the Denny's parking lot for someone if they gave him a hug

His bedroom/college dorm is covered in so many movie and band posters you can't see the wall anymore

Talks to cats like they're people

Confused rich(wait his is the only family with six cars??)

Jokes about sex and women, but if he saw a girl being taken advantage of he's gonna slap a frat bro

Owns a VHS tape player

Friggin s l e e p s in checkered shirts

Hannah:

Plant mom

Inspirational quotes on the wall

Best party is a book and a blanket

Nature documentaries

Josh's partner in crime

Loved dolls as a little kid, not Barbies, like baby dolls and porcelain dolls

Fairy lights in her bedroom

Loves music, Josh started buying her cassette tapes and now she collects them

Beth

Can you say LESBIAN?

Is never seen without her hat

Tried to stop Josh and Hannah from causing trouble, it never worked

Uggs and leggings

Smokes weed with Ashley

Her side of her and Hannah's bedroom is so much neater and cleaner

Total metalhead but no one knows bcs "she doesn't look it"

Dr. Hill:

Accidentally opened YouTube once while trying to find the news app

Can't work if the music has lyrics, it's too distracting

Might have a husband

Has such doctor handwriting that he can't hardly read it himself

Coffee addict

911 on speed dial(he's worried about all his patients)

The real Dr Hill is really nice, only the hallucination version is all threatening

Flamethrower guy:

Fucking loves soup

Hasn't bought clothes in years, and got them all secondhand

Has been off the mountain exactly twice

"When did kids get this dumb?"

Secretly stays in the lodge sometimes when no one is there bcs it's shelter and it's kinda fancy

Actually feels crazy guilty for not saving the twins

Was very happy to see Mike making friends with his wolves

#until dawn #until dawn mike #until dawn beth #until dawn sam #until dawn josh #until dawn jess #until dawn hannah #until dawn chris #until dawn ashley #until dawn matt #until dawn emily #until dawn flamethrower guy #until dawn dr hill

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tellingusr · 1 year ago

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STAN & KYLE HEADCANONS !!! :3

no one suggested it , i just simply wanted too lolz

stan:

Had a short mullet in 8th-9th grade but dyes it blond over the summer out of nowhere lol. dyes it back to black his senior year

Listens to RADIOHEAD!!??

Plays the electric guitar

Still apart of crimson dawn along with kenny

Butters and jimmy stopped playing - due to other school shit - so they held tryouts for a backup guitar player and a new drumist, eventually recruiting two freshmen

RAGING bisexual

Been kinda in love with kyle his whole life

Got braces in the middle of 7th grade and got them taken off at the end of 8th

Kyle eventually got braces too at the BEGINNING of 8th so throughout the whole year, him and kyle definitely matched bracket colors <3

5’8’’ ( 2 inches shorter than kyle )

Always been just a tiny bit shorter than kyle and has ALWAYS despised it while kyle relished in it lmao

Had his first kiss to wendy in 6th grade …. it was NOT good and they broke up like a month later

They never got back together again, much to kyle's pleasure :D

To clarify, they did not break up bc the kiss wasn’t good, they both just realized that they were tired of eachother and that it was stupid trying to hold onto something from literal elementary school

They still talk sometimes but quickly get bored of each other

His style consists of pajama pants, baggy band t shirts, baggy jeans, blue hoodies, and converse

He totally has stickers all over his guitar along with “ k + s “ drawn with in silver sharpie <3

Pins and keychains decorated his school backpack

Sometimes paints his nails but gets mad or anxious and ends up peeling them off by lunchtime

Has wrote 16 songs all dedicated to kyle

HATES social media and only has accounts so that he could look at kyles posts and videos

Still uses an mp3 player .... he SAYS it's bc it sounds better but that's a bunch of bs. he definitely just uses it for the “look”

PLAYS HOCKEY

Was on the team for about a year in 9th grade but QUICKLY got sick of the practices

Listens to radiohead, slipknot, iron maiden, weezer, and deftones

Favorite movies/tv shows are bojack horseman, mid90s, and shameless

Tried to learn how to skateboard with kyle and actually kept up with it for about the whole 10th grade

REFUSES to get a tiktok account

he would probably watch youtube shorts or instagram reels...... 🤠

He would send Kyle tiktoks that were funny like 7 months ago which he JUST got to see on ig reels.

He definitely had a fnaf phase

has car sickness totally

TOTAL dog person

both:

their houses are right next to eachother !!!

they definitely sneak into eachother's rooms at night

they got together sometime in middle school, after kissing on stan's roof and they both discovered that they were major fags for eachother

they go to the same college too!!!!

stan always joins kyle's tiktok or insta lives ( even if it's the most boring thing in the world )

"no homo dude" "oh yeah totally no homo lol" is their catchphrase most definitely

kyle:

Stayed on the basketball team throughout 8th-12th grade

5’10’’ 2 inches taller than stan

He loves being taller than him

gay gay homosexual gay

Didn’t really have to “come out” everyone kinda already knew he wasn't straight lol

Had a little rebellious phase in 10th grade and ended up stabbing a needle through his nose and belly button at like 4 in the morning, the same night that stan bleached his hair ironically (not ironically as they had snuck out together lmao )

By 7am he had a nose stud, a belly ring, and his lobes pierced

Did them all by himself minus his bellybutton, which stan helped him with

It was literally just the piercing scene from thirteen LMAOOOO

Wardrobe mainly consists of sweatpants, green and brown hoodies, straight jeans, nike's, and ugg neumels. oh and lots of grandpa sweaters.

Listens to the cure, tyler the creator, radiohead, the smiths, and the offspring (sometimes ldr too)

Stopped wearing his hat in 7th grade, it just didn’t fit right anymore ( plus it kinda stunk )

Reads romance novels and hyperfixates over them definitely but he will NEVER admit this

ALWAYS live on insta and tiktok

Secretly LOVES stan's dyed hair (he totally thinks its hot)

His first kiss was with stan. at 2 am. on his roof.

Total grammer nerd

bullies ppl when they make grammar mistakes

Lowkey kinda popular on tiktok

STRAIGHT A'S!!!!!

and REFUSES to get anything below a 85

fucking nerd

OH and he definitely cusses WAY to much ( its kinda a problem )

Gets into so many fights at school (mainly caused by cartman) but has developed kinda a bad reputation for himself

has such road rage

lowkey best friends with bebe

thinks elvis is hot

LOVES adult cartoons

when sheila isn’t home, him, ike, and gerald watch family guy

TOTAL cat person

#south park #sp style #stan x kyle #kyle x stan #sp stanky #stan and kyle #kyle and stan #headcanon #south park headcanons #gay #kyle broflovski #stan marsh

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The Under-Ground (18+ ONLY)

Chapter Four - Roadkill

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 |

Modern!Barista!Eddie AU - A moody car ride and muddled emotions.

Enemies to Lovers, Modern!Barista!Eddie AU, Eddie x Fem Reader

9.9K Words

Warnings - Eddie is an asshole, eventual smut, mentions of drugs and drinking, drug dealing, allusions to mental illness, mentions of blood, I don't think there's anything else but please let me know if I missed anything

Author's Note: I put my soul into this chapter like I just wanted everything to be right and for things to add up. Anyway, I'm so glad to finally share it as we reveal more about their story.

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Hawkins High - English Class, Sophomore Year

The clock ticked by tauntingly slowly, five minutes feeling like an eternity in the stale classroom flooded with white and beige, each desk meticulously placed in their respective rows, all uniform and not one out of line as each student occupied their own. A pop quiz rested in front of every anxious student, Mrs. O’Donnell being overly unfair in springing the assignment on everyone after only going over the unit one time in the span of fifteen minutes.

Only the sound of pencils gliding across paper and the ticking of the clock were evident among the prison-like room. Just outside of the window to your right was a perfect view of the large oak tree you’d claimed as your lunch spot. Though Steve had asked you to sit with him and his friends at lunch, you declined. The mere idea of having to face all of those preppy and popular kids was terrifying and you’d rather enjoy your lunch in solitude. Steve seemed like a promising friend the deeper you got into highschool but you’d settle for sitting with him in class if it meant you could avoid the jocks he hung out with.

Stomach grumbling, you only prayed that the next two class periods would go by faster than the first period had been dragging along. It was only a week into sophomore year and you were already counting the days until summer. You thought you’d be able to avoid Mrs. O’Donnell’s dreaded English class throughout all four years but sadly in only your second year you were cursed with her name on your schedule. Everyone knew her class was the one to dodge if at all possible.

Marking your answer to the last question on the quiz, you bashfully stood to set it on Mrs. O’Donnell’s desk, noting the way she glared at you before heading back to your desk as quietly as you could. There was no pleasing the woman, she was alway miserable. Being one of the shyest students in the class, she still made it known that not even you were safe from her wrath. Just as you reached into your bag to retrieve your copy of Of Mice & Men which was assigned at the very beginning of the week, the classroom door swung open, the hinges squeaking in protest.

“Oh, Mrs. O’Donnell!” A boy’s voice sang as he sauntered through the door, skateboard in hand and backpack in rough condition barely hanging onto his lanky shoulder. It was the same boy from the ice cream social, he was wearing pretty much the same thing, black jeans with noticeable rips and a matching t-shirt with ‘Iron Maiden’ on the front. The chain hanging from his jeans clinked as he walked and his tousled brunette curls swayed with the movement. Eddie, as you recall. His sneakers squeaked against the floor as he came to a stop in front of the teacher’s desk, her face displaying a different kind of disdain for the boy in front of her, his dimples still framing his smile regardless.

“Munson, it is not polite to interrupt my class. Where are your manners?” The older woman seemed to gain more wrinkles just by engaging with him.

“Actually, that’s why I’m here. You get to experience another glorious year with yours truly.” He had no fear, he was dripping confidence and from the looks of it he didn’t care if Mrs. O’Donnell wasn’t having it. You were suddenly envious of his charisma, only wishing you could absorb some of the self-assurance he was possessing in the few seconds he had walked in the door.

“I’ll be the judge of that, you’re not on my roster.” O’Donnell suddenly stands, her gaze would intimidate you but Eddie only sighed and ran a hand through his hair as if this wasn’t his first rodeo with her.

“I swear, the office sent me here directly. Call them.” Before she could scold him, he had made his way toward the back of the room, tossing his backpack on the ground next to the empty desk just behind you and slumping into the chair while crossing his arms. So it seemed he was in your grade. Every other guy your age was still struggling with voice cracks and puberty mustaches but he seemed to have a grasp on things and was more mature looking than them. Or maybe he was in another grade and just in a sophomore English class. Whatever the case, he sat right behind you and it made you nervous, the kind of nervousness that makes you question if you tried hard enough on your appearance, wishing you would’ve taken more care in the mirror that morning.

Who were you kidding? Boys didn’t even look your way so what made this one any different? He wasn’t. You were just riling yourself up again only to let yourself down by setting unrealistic expectations. And all within a few seconds, that dream was discarded and you came back to reality.

Only for some reason you dared to sneak a glance over your shoulder at him. Where that sudden bravery came from, you’d never know. But you’d never forget the way his eyelashes casted perfect shadows along his cheeks even in the annoyingly fluorescent lighting of the classroom and the way a dimple peeked out at you as he offered a boyish close mouthed smile, by far the most charming smile you’d ever seen. It happened so quickly you started to question if you were daydreaming.

—

Present Day

There are a lot of things to focus on in Eddie’s van. The big gulp cup in his cup holder filled a third of the way with change, food wrappers littering the floor which he must have shoved away to make room, a few cassettes among the trash—who used cassettes anymore? There was a car parts catalog on the dashboard, a pair of headphones on top, and next to it a small box of unopened guitar strings. Among the many things happening visually in the van, it was all very Eddie from what you currently knew about him against your will. Even the lingering smells screamed his name, the hint of cigarettes, a little bit of the pine air freshener dangling from the mirror, a tinge of skunk-like bitterness, and the spice from his cologne.

It was silent, not even the radio he famously blared at high volumes playing, only the sound of the engine rumbling. You didn’t dare look to your left at him, embarrassment seeping through your pores from earlier. There was no way you would talk about being that vulnerable in front of Eddie Munson out of all people. Hell, you weren’t even sure why you were riding in the passenger seat of his van and had you been coherent enough when he guided you to sit, you would’ve refused and walked home, paying no mind that it would’ve taken around thirty minutes. Now you were stuck in one of the most uncomfortable positions of your life, riding shotgun in your nemesis’ car and on shaky ground with your best friends. The more you thought about it, Steve couldn’t even look at you when you’d asked if Robin knew about his sneaky endeavors. It was as though you were subject to isolation with no reparations in the foreseeable future.

“Pull over.” You were surprised by how strong your voice had sounded despite how much you’d been crying before.

A glance your way was all you received as you watched him in your peripheral. Why was it that the most common occurrence tonight was to be unresponsive?

“Pull over.” You repeated a bit louder.

Still, he ignored you.

“Pull over or I’m going to jump out.”

The threat was lost on him, earning you no reaction however you took him by surprise when you reached for the handle, pulling and cracking the door open as the pavement beneath zoomed past and the wind sucked the breath out of your lungs, the crisp fall air felt like a punch to the face in contrast to the warm cabin of the van.

“What the fuck!? Do you have a death wish or something!?” Eddie kept a hand on the wheel while simultaneously stretching his arm across you as he reached for the handle to pull it closed but failing in his first attempt. “Shut the damn door!” Unsure of what you were trying to gain from this, you tugged the door toward you with a scoff, Eddie shifting his eyes between you and the road. What would be your next move? You hurl yourself out of a moving van and end up roadkill? It wasn’t a very well thought out plan.

“Just pull over.” You couldn’t stand being trapped within the confines of his van much longer.

Everyone and everything you knew was turning out to be a lie, straight to your face and the pressure was only building up inside. And it all boiled down to one person who happened to be sitting just to your left. “Dammit! Just pull over! I wanna walk!” You shifted, now turned toward him, his brows furrowed and his lips downturned, complete displeasure written on his face.

“Would you quit being such a fucking brat!?” There he was. This is the Eddie you knew of, a complete contrast to the one that had emerged earlier. He was unrecognizable as he played the part of the neutral party between you and Steve. And he had no right either, you would be sure he knew that.

“Then fucking pull over!”

“We’re almost there, then you can do whatever the hell you want. See if I give a shit.” His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, a pinky tapping against it as he seemed to try and keep himself calm.

“You don’t even know where I live. Let me out. Right here, pull over.” It was a constant battle, neither of you having the slightest urge to just give it up although it looked like you were going to win when the brakes screeched, the van halting to a stop in the middle of the road. You were at a bend with nothing but forest on either side so you could either step out with your pride, also bearing the possibility of becoming a news headline in the morning: ‘Girl found dead on side of the road’, or you could let him win this one and make it home in one piece.

“Go on then. You wanted to walk? Have at it.” Eddie gestures to the open road, very clearly unwalkable from this point. You remained silent, contemplating your options. “What? I give you what you want and it's still not enough?” He huffs in annoyance, head shaking.

“You did that on purpose.” You mumble, barely audible but he catches it anyway.

“Did what? Drive you home so you wouldn’t strangle Harrington?” He was very clearly trying to push your buttons and he was going to end up being the one strangled if he kept it up.

“You know what?” The sound of your seatbelt clicking alerted him that you were about to hop out, your hand reaching for the door. “You want me to be roadkill so bad? Fine.” And with that you stepped out into the crisp fall air, a light sprinkling of rain painting your skin as you stomped down the road.

The van’s engine didn’t rumble which told you he hadn’t sped off yet, most likely watching in victory as you began your trek home. The frigid air started to bite at your skin, your cheeks and nose beginning to hurt and lose feeling. You didn’t get very far when you began to regret leaving the warmth of the van, you just had to pick this battle and now it seemed you lost in the end anyway.

It still hadn’t zoomed past you like you envisioned, only the sound of someone running behind you was heard which in all honesty only freaked you out even more. This was the worst case scenario for how the night was supposed to end. Maybe some serial killer had gotten Eddie and now you were their next victim. A new headline flashed in your brain, something along the lines of ‘Young couple found murdered near the woods in Hawkins, Indiana’ and you nearly puked as you began sprinting, the downpour of rain becoming heavier as you did. Lungs on fire, you forced yourself to keep going no matter how ridiculous the thoughts racing through your mind were. Maybe it was the quickest way to get home after all, to imagine you were being hunted for sport the whole time. The nightmare you conjured up quickly came to an end when you slammed into something firm, almost being knocked to the ground only to be stabilized by two hands gripping your arms. Your eyes were shut tight, avoiding whatever fate was awaiting you. Were you being dramatic? Yes, however it couldn’t be helped especially being just next to the woods in nearly pitch black. The basis for a classic horror film.

“Are you crazy!? Get back in the van! You’re gonna get killed out here, you can’t see shit.” Much to your relief just this once, you were happy to open your eyes and find Eddie, out of breath with his curls dripping, a few sticking to his face.

His eyes were more doe like than ever, staring down at you, the headlights from the van barely reaching the two of you allowing you to make out his features. His stare flickered between you and the road urgently. “If a car comes around the corner we’re fucked, LETS GO!” If he had any remaining patience, it was gone because suddenly his arms wrapped around your legs and waist, throwing you over his shoulder without struggle, jogging back to the van as you were left breathless. Ending up tossed over Eddie Munson’s shoulder was the last possible outcome you’d imagined tonight and yet here you were.

“Put me down!” You still protested, delivering a firm smack to his shoulder blade. If he obeyed, you had no plan so you weren’t sure what your motive was here however he continued on without so much as a flinch.

“Oh yeah, look what happened the last time I listened to you. Had to fuckin’ chase you down.” The passenger door was left open from when you took off as you glanced over Eddie’s shoulder.

“You didn’t have to! I could’ve made it home perfectly fine!” You weren’t one hundred percent sure about that but you could sell the lie. In your defense, he took a completely different route than what you had originally walked earlier in the day since you had to stop by the Byers’.

Suddenly you were placed in the passenger seat again, and not very gently either. Eddie’s intense gaze only egged you on, returning the favor as you looked up at him, narrowing your eyes.

“Yeah? You sure about that Roadkill?”

You’d had it and there was very little if any fight left in you. Teeth chattering and hair wet, you came to the realization that your clothes were almost completely soaked and before you could huddle in on yourself for warmth, a leather jacket was tossed at you before the passenger door was slammed shut, Eddie quickly returning to the driver’s side, a displeased expression remaining on his features as he shifted into drive.

–

Rain dotted the windshield and other than that and the squeaking of the wipers against the glass, it had been silent. Five minutes had passed but it was easy to mistake it for five hours with how tense the air in the van was. Eddie released a heavy and dramatic breath every so often and if he was searching for a reaction in you, you weren’t interested in partaking. Home wasn’t far, you only needed to endure a couple more minutes in the stuffy but thankfully, warm confines of the vehicle.

Maybe you were delirious, your brain muddled in the events of tonight because Eddie had finally been silent that full five minutes and you stupidly took it upon yourself to engage in further conversation.

“Roadkill? Really?”

The green traffic lights overhead created a glow around him, painting him almost like a picture, a renaissance painting you might even say. If a renaissance painting could include a grumpy metalhead adorned in rings, tattoos, and a demonic t-shirt. So no, not a renaissance painting and yet, you couldn’t find another way to phrase it in your mind. Why?

“Roadkill. That’s all you have to say?” Offense lingered in his tone, his eyes glancing to you briefly.

Your body turned toward the door, even more than it already had been as you watched the scenery race by, deciding to go mute again. There was no civil conversation with him, only snarky comments and full blown arguments.

“Better than Socks.” A smirk graces his lips when you turn to look back over at him and there was no way to tell if it was playful or cynical.

Should you bite and comment back or should you remain ignorant? You’d started it after all. This time he wasn’t the one breaking silence to torture you, it was the other way around and you couldn’t for the life of you figure out why you yearned to instigate.

“I will not be called ‘Roadkill’ if that’s what you’re getting at.” It was said cruelly however just beneath the surface, if he was intelligent enough to pull at the corners of your gaze with his, he may find a seed planted deep within your depths.

Could it have been that the way he stepped in earlier was in some regard an olive branch? Extended with the means to mend what was previously shattered beyond repair, an intention. No. It couldn’t be, not even in the slightest. Because he was Eddie and you were you, this is how your stories were written and engraved into the margins of the universe. That didn’t mean you didn’t wonder why he had been so tangled up in the ball of yarn that was your life for so long if not to infinitely cause an ache from wounds slashed into your soul years ago.

“I think you’ve definitely been upgraded from Socks to Roadkill.” Though he was snarky there was a glimmer in his eyes.

“Hell no. If I’m Roadkill then what are you?” Arms crossed, you shifted to turn your body further toward him, brow raised in expectancy.

“I don’t do nicknames.” It was a short and simple answer and it simply wouldn’t do.

“You can’t just go by Munson, you need some kind of…some kind of earned name for some dumb shit you would do—or have done!” You snap your fingers at him, a smile playing at your lips and he swears he hasn’t seen that kind of smile directed his way in years. It’s enough to bring a flush of pink to his cheeks that he hopes is hidden by the darkness and won’t become evident under the street lights passing by.

“What, like running into the open road in the pitch black during the rain—at a bend in the road, might I add?”

“Well…don’t—don’t even pretend I’ve done even half of the dumb shit you’ve done!” That smile still pulls at your lips uncontrollably and he’s not sure if you’ve given up trying to hold it back or if you’re so beyond tired and delusional that you’ve forgotten who you were talking to. Either way this moment would be burned into his memory, even if it would be the last time you’d offer him the upturn of your lips, even if you were sleep deprived and not in your right mind.

You continue to ramble, searching your brain as he admires to the best of his ability while driving, eyes drifting from you to the road and back. “Like—like the raccoon thing! Yeah you’re Racoon Boy!”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Really? Racoon Boy? That’s the best you can come up with? Doesn’t really roll off the tongue like Roadkill.”

His criticism earned a glare from you but not the kind of glare he was so used to receiving from you. This one held some kind of spark if he lingered long enough, large eyes beaming at you if you cared to notice.

“Okay well, a raccoon becomes Roadkill, right?. If I’m Roadkill, you’re Roadkill.” You decide.

Eddie doesn’t know why he has butterflies, all he knows is that the way you incorporated him into the phrase is making his palms sweat, just like when he was sixteen. And the fact that you had even put his jacket on was something he never imagined in his wildest dreams. Nevertheless, he keeps his cool.

“And you think I’m gonna stand for being called Roadkill? You’re out of your mind. Try again.” His head shakes in disapproval.

“Oh please, would you rather be called Liar?” Just like that everything reverted back to the way it was, as it intended to be.

“Or Friend Fucker?”

He knew it was too good to be true, the way your eyes crinkled as you grinned just seconds ago, how you teetered on the brink of giggling as you attempted to conjure up a nickname for him, the sole fact that you were even trying to give him a nickname. It was all a facade put on to deliver a blow of karma that he rightfully deserved and though it may not have been a facade on your part, he knew somehow the puppet strings controlled by the universe created this moment to torture him. The air turned eerie, sour almost.

Disgusting.

He felt disgusting.

Because you didn’t know how wrong you were about him and yet he kept further providing reasons for you to keep believing it.

Suddenly he’s seventeen in the stairwell of the Harrington’s basement regretting every move made that night. And you were sixteen trying to make sense of it all, asking yourself, why?

And now you were still begging the question, why? Why did Steve have to ruin everything? Why was Eddie still causing destruction even now? After all, he played just as big of a part when you’d seen them both leaving the van, so why did you offer him the courtesy of bestowing a nickname upon him as if you were old friends? As if he hadn’t taken your heart, played with it, made it beat for him all those years ago only to take a dagger to it and leave you bleeding and devoid of the ability to beat for anyone else.

Your apartment came into view, an escape from the toxic atmosphere that you’d tricked yourself into breathing in, under the illusion of sleep deprivation and wounded feelings. This wasn’t some redemption arc for Eddie as you’d begun to imagine in your deliriousness, this was you caving in at a moment of fragility and venturing to the nearest soul in hopes to cling onto some of your sanity. But what you failed to realize in your misconception was that there was not one soul to sympathize with in your agony. As the van came to a stop, you dared to glance over once more. His eyes looked almost black, the absence of sunlight keeping every brown hue hidden in the shadows which only further fed into the idea that he was cold and heartless. And as you exhaled a final time into the void created between two opposing forces, you were hoping that would be the end of it, that he wouldn’t do as he normally did and fabricate a reason to fuel a never ending war. But then again you never had faith in him in the first place.

“I’ve told you. I’m not a liar.” His nostrils flared, ringed hand tightly gripping the steering wheel once again.

“You’re not a liar?”

“Did I stutter?”

“What do you call it then when someone withholds the truth from you? You’re saying that doesn’t make them a liar?”

Your name was muttered under his breath as if it were a curse. “Dammit! When will you just let it go!?” His face contorted in anger, brows furrowed in misery. “Why do you have to fucking hold on to this thing that happened ages ago!? I never once lied to you and you keep trying to throw it back in my face!”

“Never once lied to me, right.” You laughed, however there was no humor behind it.

“Do you know how many times we’ve had this argument? Do you ever think maybe I keep fighting back because you’re wrong?”

“Oh, I’m wrong!? Was I wrong when I caught you and Steve just now in the parking lot? Was I wrong about that too? Was it my imagination when you planted one on Steve? At least I’m not a fucking liar!” Tears welled up in your eyes and you’d never forgive yourself for it but it was inevitable, the anger demanded to be poured from your eyes.

“I’ve said it before and I’ll keep saying it, I have never once lied to you.” He sucked back his lip as if trying to hold himself back, fist now clenched in his lap.

“Another lie!” You tried to stop them, oh how you tried but the tears began to trail down your cheeks one by one, sucking them back only did so much due to the overflow already gracing your waterline.

Eddie debated digging up the old box in his heart that he locked up and swore off forever, promising to never let another soul touch it. But he was Eddie and he didn’t know how to let others open him up, only knew how to push everything deeper until it was forgotten about and collecting dust. All he could do was what he did best. Shut down and push back. He regretted inheriting even a sliver of the temper his father held.

“Get out.” The demand was met with your wet eyes burning into him as he faced forward, gaze set straight ahead with no sign of meeting yours. His jaw clenched, you could see him swallow. Before you could offer any further comments, he caught you off guard. “Get out. Get the hell out.” His arm was suddenly reaching over you to open the door, his damp curls tickling your cheek briefly until he was scowling at you from the driver’s side once again. You remained sitting, not because you wanted to but because your brain simply refused to cooperate, leaving you staring dumbly at the floor of his van. “Well, I’m not lying this time am I!? Get out!”

The way his voice raised made you wince and you had that gnawing feeling settling in your stomach and your chest. Hands trembling, that random pang of anxiety began to take over and you wanted so badly to run and find some sense of comfort in your little apartment just upstairs but you were frozen. The energy of the confrontation just endured shocked your nervous system and though you’d argued with Eddie before many times, it had to have been the build up throughout the night, the betrayal you’d experienced only adding that much more strain. Everything was spiraling and it was as though a weight too heavy for anyone to carry was placed on your shoulders. And you were left to bear it alone.

Eddie stared expectantly, brow raised though he couldn’t catch your line of sight even if he tried, you were too in your head by this point and it seemed that the contents of the trashed floor was far more interesting however he was able to lower his head to catch the trace of fear—or maybe it wasn’t fear maybe it was loneliness topped off with uneasiness—either way he was able to detect it among your features and the way you were absent from the van, your mouth ajar and hands shaking in fists balled up at your sides. Maybe he’d gone too far? Or at least that was his initial conclusion but it didn’t make much sense seeing as you’d mouthed off to each other several times before and you’d both said things far worse. Whatever the case, he knew he’d be laying on his lumpy mattress tonight wondering what he could’ve done differently.

“Shit.” He mumbles while putting the van in park, undoing his seatbelt and inching the slightest bit closer to you. “You still with me?” It came out shakier than he’d intended, not really having the knowledge of what to do. Sure he knew what he’d need to do for himself for the most part if it were him but comforting others was not something he specialized in. Was it even comfort you needed? He didn’t know, but there was something wrong and your body language was telling him that you were stuck in some kind of a panic.

But before he could even make a decision on how to proceed, you’d snapped out of it right before his eyes, a wobbly breath escaping you before your eyes darted up to his wide ones. He was too close for your liking, and far too close for someone who had just yelled at you to get the hell out. It was frigid, the air from outside stinging your cheeks as the door remained open. In the blink of an eye you were gone, your feet carrying you up the cement stairs of the complex and away from him, his jacket still engulfing your frame, sleeves falling over your hands and slapping against your legs as you scurried. You hadn’t bothered to shut the door in your quick departure, raindrops finding their way onto the fabric of the seat and covering the interior. At the top of the stairs, he caught a glimpse of you momentarily with your head in your hands before you rounded the corner and disappeared. If he never saw his jacket again because it provided you with warmth, well he figured that would be just fine.

“If I’m Roadkill, you’re Roadkill.” He muttered with his eyes glued to the ceiling.

—

The Harrington House, December of Junior Year

“Munson, did you bring the stuff?”

“Yeah, what’re you looking to buy?”

“What? You brought everything?”

“Just about, what’s your poison?”

Eddie rummaged through the little black metal box full of various substances, naming each one aloud to the jock that had spotted him across the living room, the music bumping as he shouted over it. Was his name Ben? Brady? Eddie couldn’t recall and if he’s honest, he didn’t really care. The only time the guy acknowledged his existence was to buy from him at whatever party they happened to be at. This time it was Steve Harrington’s ugly Christmas sweater party, the second one in the making of an annual event. Eddie wouldn’t be caught dead in one of those nasty sweaters with bells and tinsel but he certainly had no problem with making money off of the spoiled rich kids who would pay out the ass to pop a pill and let loose for the night. And so he found himself lingering in the dark corner of the living room, awaiting those who would recognize him, giving them their fix in exchange for a fat stack of cash. They seemed pathetic in his eyes, all decorated in their multi patterned sweaters with all kinds of crap dangling off of them, fiending for a high as they kept their interaction with him as minimal as possible. It wasn’t his business though, his business was to sell and collect until his supply ran out and if he thought hard enough about it, both parties were doing the same song and dance of quick exchanges with not a smidge of regard for the other’s presence once the deal was done. That’s just how it was and he wasn’t going to complain so long as he got paid.

So he sold Ben–whatever his name was, a few grams of weed and some ecstasy. That guy would forget Eddie’s existence until the next party. That or until he wanted to buy some more weed from him at school. The guy was relatively mellow with Eddie when alone but once other senior jocks were in the equation they threw every name in the book at him and tried to make his life hell. Key word, tried. Eddie was tough and a few names were nothing, hell even the few times he’d been jumped by them in the school parking lot didn’t phase him. You learn to pick your battles when your dad is the antagonist of your life. That didn’t mean he didn’t lash out every now and then at them, cause he did. He just knew which fights were worth a black eye and bloody knuckles and which ones to surrender on, let them shove him around a little bit, maybe take a kick to the ribs and then move on. The less he struggled against them, the quicker they would get bored and call him a slur before marching off with their chests puffed out.

It was only nine, the night was still young and he had already made enough to sneak a good amount into his Uncle Wayne’s wallet with enough leftover to pay for the week’s groceries. He’d sooner just put the money into his own bank account and transfer it to Wayne’s but his old man was old fashioned and stuck mainly to cash. That cash would usually go toward utilities if Eddie already handled the groceries. By the end of the night he should have made enough of a profit to buy that new part for the van he was fixing up. He’d made a deal with the guy at the junkyard that if he could get it working and get it the hell off his lot that it was his. Sure it was an older model, a little rusty with a funky smell clinging to the interior but he could make anything work and he’d rather drive that than keep borrowing his uncle's pickup truck or hitch a ride with someone. It just wasn’t reliable and he had his own agenda though he’d never tell Wayne exactly what that agenda was. As far as he knew, Eddie was working odd jobs around town, repairing the neighbor’s sink, mowing lawns, fixing cars. It wasn’t a lie–it was just that according to Wayne it generated a suspiciously large income. Eddie always insisted his charm was a contributing factor and the moms up in the fancy neighborhoods would pay him extra for being ‘so sweet’. Which wasn’t a lie either. Those moms knew of his reputation but were reaching the point of their mid-life crisis and it seemed they were willing to do anything for a smidge of excitement while their boring husbands left for a business trip every other week. He never entertained them past telling them how wonderful they looked. But he would never admit outright to his uncle that he had been in contact with Rick who his dad had been involved with before going to prison. Now it seemed at only seventeen he was following the same path however it was to keep food on the table and the strain of all of the financials off of Wayne’s aching back. ‘This is different.’ He’d keep telling himself that but sometimes he’d look in the mirror and his father would be staring right back at him.

Becoming bored with the clientele of the living room corner, he made the decision to migrate to the hall just near the basement door. There was heavy foot traffic and a possibility that he could sell out the rest of his supply in minutes to those desperate enough for a good time. Leaning against the wall, he heard shouts from the basement, a beer pong game with high stakes no doubt. A younger kid, most definitely a freshman shuffled by with six unopened beers clinking together in his arms and without drawing any attention to himself, Eddie snatched the one that was just seconds away from toppling over onto the floor. It went unnoticed as the freshman continued down the hall toward the back door, a satisfying crisp snap filling his ears as he opened the stolen beer. As the fizzy ale met his lips, he was grateful it was cold with condensation collecting on the glass since the house was stuffy and hot despite the contrasting weather outside.

In about ten minutes he’d sold almost everything, people were drawn to him like a moth to flame, knowing he was the go to for anything good. It always sucked trying to get rid of the last of it, which made the night even longer since he just wanted to be done and leave. Sweat gathered at the nape of his neck and a dip in the Harrington’s pool seemed like heaven right about now even in the freezing cold snow. He was just about ready to give up and head down to the basement to start marketing his product to the rowdy football boys so he could get out of the muggy hallway when he caught someone’s gaze from the opposite end of the hall. The only person he really hoped to see at this dumb party and he was intuitive enough to know that she would show up due to her friendship with King Steve. Before he knew it she was making her way toward him, dodging other teenagers.

You kept your eyes on him throughout the several people in the way, reaching him being your only goal for the moment while Nancy and Robin–the new girl with the pretty blue eyes and freckles–rolled their eyes at your gawking and patiently waited while you wandered away. It was loud but you tuned out everything as you took in his curls, longer than they were last year when you’d first noticed him. He still seemed to be growing it out, brunette locks now covering his ears and a few hanging in his eyes as he bowed his head but still kept his focus on you. You’d seen him just last week at school but you were only now noticing the progress on his hair growth, usually too enamored in his molasses pools of eyes. He wore his standard getup, a black leather jacket, black jeans with a few holes, and some black boots. Maybe it was the single shot you’d taken with Nancy and Robin back in the kitchen but he was looking especially handsome and you feared your heart was going to leap out of your chest right in front of him.

“Thought you swore off parties.” You shouted over the bass vibrating the house.

Shaking the little metal box he held at you, you understood that he was ‘working’.

“Parties are my biggest sellers so I couldn’t really keep my word on that one.”

“Fair enough.” You leaned your shoulder against the same wall he leaned his back on, turned toward him with all of your attention solely on him right now.

“Was just about to get outta here though. I got roughly enough for one last sale, just need to find someone to bite.” Taking a swig of his beer, he glanced around for any takers but still found no success.

“Well, what do you have?” Your innocent eyes stared up at him, your ridiculous Christmas sweater being the only one he actually liked out of the hundreds he had seen that night.

“I don’t sell to children.” He teases. You were only a year younger after all.

“I am not a child! You’re a year older, c’mon! What do you have?” You whined, bouncing on your toes.

“No way, sweetheart. I have the right to refuse service and I’m refusing yours.” A smirk graced his lips as he turned his body toward you, mirroring your stance as you each leaned a shoulder against the wall.

“Munson-”

“Nope, closed for business.” Tucking the little metal box under his leather jacket as if to hide it from your view, you playfully shoved at his shoulder.

“I guess I’ll just have to get my weed from some other sketchy guy.” You sighed dramatically.

“Whoa whoa, are you calling me sketchy? I’ll have you know I am probably the least sketchy drug dealer you could hope for.” He showed fake offense in the knitting of his brows and a hand thrown over his chest.

“I dunno, that sounds like something a sketchy drug dealer would say.”

His eyes squinted at you in thought and he was definitely not going to sell you drugs however he could extend you an offer.

“How about…I keep a joint with your name on it on supply and you come get me when you wanna smoke?”

Before you were able to answer, a group of jocks came tumbling into the hallway, one of them bumping into you particularly hard in his drunken state. Eddie had already intervened before you could tell him that it was okay and that you were sure it was an accident.

“Watch where the fuck you’re going!”

His hand shoved the muscular guy back with no problem and had that guy not been completely wasted, a fight would’ve broken out but it seemed he couldn't register what was going on as he began roughhousing with one of his friends once again, thankfully making their way into the basement.

“I-uh-how–how much?” You stuttered, ignoring the interruption.

His plush lips tightened before his tongue darted out, one of his nervous habits.

“Share it with me and we’ll call it good.” Your heart fluttered, face heating.

It was flirting. It was in your face, outright, one hundred percent flirting and yet you couldn’t let yourself believe it. He was just being friendly. Because boys didn’t like you like that, they never have and they probably never will. Especially the one in front of you who everyone warned you against associating yourself with. It never stopped you from talking with him in the classes you shared or waving to him in the halls, him always returning the favor. Your experiences clearly indicated that he wasn’t always rough around the edges like everyone said, he was actually a sweetheart with a lot of nerdy tendencies. At least that's what you learned from your shared time at school. There were select occasions outside of school such as previous parties where he’d sell that you would approach him with a shy smile and he would be as charming as always. And there were times where he led you to think that maybe, just maybe he liked you as much as you liked him. But you’d never act on it, having never even had a boyfriend before so what experience was there to guide you? He was one of the only boys to offer you that kind of attention but it was never expected of you to cross a boundary and he let you take the lead, accounting for your bashfulness and fully realizing that he couldn’t just hook up with you and leave it at that. Because there was something else there and he didn’t want to ruin whatever it was.

“Well, I have to pay. Seriously, how much?”

His arm was braced against the wall as he leaned toward you, breath fanning over your cheek, you didn’t even mind the smell of beer filling your nose.

“Your money’s no good here.” His dimples had you hypnotized.

“That’s not fair.” You breathed, your eyes sparkling while looking up at him.

“No?”

“No.”

“Alright Munson, quit hitting on my friend. You got any weed left or are you done here?”

Steve Harrington was going to get a mouthful from you later.

–

Present Day

You’d never existed in that van if anyone were to ask, not that they would. It had been the shittiest night you’d experienced in a good while. The worst part of it all was that you couldn’t even call Robin or Steve to rant to them about how shitty of a night it was because they were part of the reason. Loneliness was the most debilitating illness and it was conquering you from the inside out. Sure you could probably confide in Jonathan but your brain was screaming at you to suffer alone. No one else needed to be bothered by your whining when they had their own lives to live. This was now between you and yourself.

Living in a small town had never been such an issue. Working in the same coffee shop as your best friends as well as your biggest enemy was proving to be a stupid idea but you were in no position to change jobs, not when you could barely make rent and no other jobs would have the flexibility to keep you around with your class schedule. Plus no one was even hiring, they’d already secured their seasonal hires. So back to the drawing board you went. No more arriving at work early, minimizing the chance of interaction with Steve and Robin and keeping to yourself your entire shift as a means to tune Eddie out no matter how hard he would try and press your buttons. It was going to be hell but what other option did you have at this point in time? There was always the choice to drop out of college but then that’d be a waste of a scholarship you’d received based on your low income in combination with a well written essay your senior year. Senior year you would punch you in the face if you dropped out all because of the poorly thought out actions of others. All that hard work down the drain for a couple of dumbasses? Absolutely not.

No. You were not going to alter your life just because of them. Although it felt you were being somewhat dramatic, you weren’t going to let this go. It was as if they’d isolated you and laughed about it behind your back. Left you in the dark and giggled to each other about how pathetic you were. No one should ever have to endure this pain, especially not at the hands of the people who you’d thought mattered to you most but seemingly proved that they were just like everyone else. You figured you still had the kids but then quickly remembered whose house they mainly hung out at and it left you defeated. At least you could always stop in at the Byers, that much you knew. Even so, you didn’t want to bother them with the sudden friendship politics, it seemed childish on your part and Will definitely didn’t need to hear you complain about the other two people he looked up to. That was not a road you were willing to go down, he’d had enough of seeing adults bicker to last several lifetimes and you already vowed to shield him from any more of it.

That night was honestly even more awful the second your back hit your shitty mattress. Sobs racked your body and it was nearly enough to make you throw up. Nearly. You held it down but still dry heaved, curled up in a ball like a loser while everyone else seemed fine. The cherry on top was the way Eddie clawed at old wounds, your guts may as well have left a bloody trail from the street where he dropped you off all the way up the stairs to your apartment. Surprisingly, it wasn’t the fact that he yelled at you to get out of his van that was inducing the vomit rising in the back of your throat. It certainly contributed but what brought the taste of bile to your tongue was the way that you’d bantered for a split second just like in high school—when there was a chance. When you were naive and sadly mistaken. A love sick puppy for a boy who had only misled you and mistreated you. You suppose some of the blame could’ve been on you, letting yourself fall harder and harder each time you’d seen his contagious smile in the halls and in class. You know how they say some people peak in high school? Well you could say that you hit rock bottom which to be honest, felt far more embarrassing than peaking. All because of a stupid boy.

Was this really what you’d become? A sorry excuse of a woman muffling sobs into your pillow over some mistakenly split open feelings for a boy—now a man still taunting your everyday life? Why did he have this power over you all of the sudden? For the past few years you had felt nothing but disgust for him and now it felt like you were dealing with the heartbreak all over again, as if that night happened just hours ago.

And Steve had practically spit on the heartbreak that he’d witnessed before his eyes. That he’d helped nurse you through, drying your tears with countless tissues, lending his shoulder to cry on. That version of him was flushed down the drain the minute he stepped out of that damn van. Where you used to see kind and caring brown eyes with that sympathetic wrinkle in the middle of his eyebrows, you now saw betrayal in human form.

—

The smudged mirror of the public bathroom in Hawkins Community did little to enhance any beauty you may have held at some point. It only added to your dark under eyes, hues of purple beneath the skin along with a puffy redness from non stop crying. To sum it up, you looked swollen and you were sorry to anyone that had to witness the sight. The cool water you splashed on your face from the sputtering faucet didn’t do as much as the internet said it would. If anything you only looked worse but now your nerves were shocked from the temperature change. You had to get over yourself eventually, just suck it up and go to work.

With one last wipe of a gritty paper towel, your nose raw from constantly wiping snot away, you gave up the pity party and forced yourself out of the depressing, poorly lit bathroom. A push of the germy door with your shoulder has you moving on to brave the rest of the day—the hard part of the day. The part that you’d dreaded and played out in your mind like a projector on a screen. Every scenario laid out before you like a deck of cards and so unsure of which one would become your fate.

The sky looked an eerie gray, more rain expected to accompany that morning's light drizzle, casting the hallways in a darker light than they usually led on. It was beyond you that you kept leaving your umbrella at home when rain was almost always on the forecast these days. You suppose the sky reflected your mood and that was fair enough.

Stepping outside as the metal door slammed shut behind you, your skin erupted in goosebumps, wind swirling in your hair as mother nature declared its fury in thunderous echoes in the sky. It was only a fifteen minute walk, just endure the unusually strong winds and keep on, that’s what you told yourself. Things can’t get any shittier, they just can’t.

—

Slowly The Under-Ground came into view as did the downtown square where not one person lingered due to the weather. Each bench was devoid of its regular users and it seemed like a ghost town more than anything. The faint smell of chimney smoke crossed your senses and it only made you wish you’d be able to just cozy up next to a fire and forget this cursed timeline you were in. You could just imagine the families in their homes just a few blocks over, probably preparing for dinner in their well manicured kitchens while their kids enjoyed the warmth of the fireplace and watched a wholesome movie. What you’d give to be in their position again. Young and free of responsibility.

Fat rain drops began to paint the pavement and you thanked whatever higher power that it had waited until you arrived at work to unleash the beginnings of what seemed to be a storm. You now only bargained with Mother Nature that it would be kind enough to let up by the time your shift ended. The Fall rain seemed to be treating Hawkins extra cruelly this year.

You’d scurried as fast as you could to the front French doors of the shop, swinging one open as the bell chimes above and a blanket of warmth cocoons you, allowing you to take in the rich, chocolatey smell of a recently warmed brownie mixed with notes of espresso. It was 4:55 PM, just five minutes shy of when your shift was supposed to start, aiming to keep it as close as possible to avoid Steve and Robin the best you could.

There wasn’t a single customer in sight, a brief whiff of bleach filling your nose as you walked by a ‘Caution Wet’ sign propped in the middle of the floor. You didn’t even give whoever was behind the counter so much as a glance as you kept your focus on the floor, making your way toward the back to hopefully avoid everyone so you could set your things in your locker and prepare yourself for your shift. The typical jazzy music played over the speakers and you could just barely hear a whisper of what had to be Robin’s voice directed at Steve. Something along the lines of ‘fix it, right now’. If she was referencing what you suspected, she was naive to think that Steve could just ‘fix it’ right here right now. In your eyes she was practically telling him to slap a band-aid onto a bloody gash that would actually require a severe amount of stitches.

Your gaze remained glued to the dark tiled floor, the grout interesting you more than the hushed conversation between two traitors. The hope was to ignore any and all attempts to make amends at this point in time on Steve’s part. And to dodge any reasoning Robin tried to sprinkle on top. But hopes are often lost and before you could reach the back, Steve’s scuffed Adidas forced their way into your line of sight. Your name fell from his tongue like an apology that you were far from accepting.

“Listen, can we-can we talk?” He sounded as if he was begging for his life and you were too mad to look into his eyes to further read him.

All you offered was a scoff as you tried to push past him however he stood in your way, a bold move for someone on such thin ice.

“Please?” His head ducked down in an effort to meet your eyes, succeeding for a mere second where you caught that stupid sympathetic wrinkle in between his eyebrows and his apologetic stare. It didn’t work this time.

“Move.” You were stern as you bit your lip to keep from showing any kind of emotion.

“We have to talk about it—“

“We don’t have to talk about anything.” You snapped bitterly.

Robin seemed to understand to keep her mouth shut in this instance, she knew this wasn’t some dumb disagreement that you’d end up laughing about at the end of the day. This was grounds for a possible severed bond. So there she stood, wide eyed as she pretended to clean the already sparkling countertop, blue polish chipping from her nails as she gripped the rag with apprehension.

And Steve seemed to know his place as he stepped aside, comprehending that he would not make much progress with you right now and that you may not even forgive him ever. It terrified him but what could he do? He fucked up and he was suffering the damages, a far greater loss than his selfish needs were worth. Respecting your boundaries was the most he could do right now and it gutted him from the inside out.

You were lucky that only a single tear escaped and trailed down your cheek, your skilled ability to not cry in public proving very useful in the moment. Wiping it away with dignity, you proceeded to the back room, only wishing to have a minute alone to recover before having to put on a facade. Your locker was your only target but you’d fumbled as your mind worked quicker than your legs, bag flying off of your shoulder and spilling out a tube of mascara, a half eaten bag of chips, and a few papers from an assignment you’d tried to work on last night to take your mind away from the endless sobbing. It felt as though the dark clouds outside were following you and wreaking more havoc than could handle. Quickly, you scooped up each item and shoved them back in your bag, a few curses uttered under your breath and when you were about to push yourself up off the sticky ground, you were met with a pair of abyss-like brown eyes.

He was tying his decked out apron around his waist, looking down at you with concern. You hadn’t even seen him upon first walking in, his presence residing in the corner of the room where it seemed he placed his helmet on the window sill farthest from the door. He was early. And he was never early. Without a word between you, his hands were up in surrender as he spun back around towards the window, back facing you as he pulled a pen from the apron and seemed to scribble on something. The interaction seemed strange as he didn’t offer some insult about how clumsy you were. And you didn’t snap at him the moment he laid eyes on you.

Seeing him still made you beyond upset but the tension in the air carried something far more complicated that you couldn’t distinguish. So you left it, swinging open your locker and snatching your apron before shoving your bag inside, the metal clanking noisily as you did. A breeze brushed past you while you secured your apron to your satisfaction and when you finally glanced behind you, Eddie was no longer in the room.

Patting at your pockets dumbly for your phone before departing out to the front, you were having trouble locating the device. You double checked your bag but no success, even feeling around the inside of the locker just in case. It wasn’t until you turned around that you realized you must have abandoned it on the foldable break room table in your uncoordinated walk earlier. And there it was sitting atop the table—with a steaming to-go cup next to it? Surely that wasn’t there before, you would have definitely knocked it over with how close it was to your phone and how ungraceful you were in your movements. You were starting to question how insane you were going with everything swirling around in your brain since last night, did you make yourself a coffee in the midst of Steve trying to coax you into a conversation? That must have been it.

Except as you further inspected, there was some kind of writing on the side of the cup. Scribbled in black sharpie was a single word. And realization hits you like a train when you read it.

“Roadkill”

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sideblogforquery-argh · 6 months ago

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People are not using pronouns, using wrong words, but I don’t remind anyone verbally. TW: Su1cide, s3lf h4rm, anorex1a mentions.

TLDR at bottom, I appreciate if anyone reads this or has any advice. Other key points in bold.

I’m sorry this is so long, and I promise this is about nonbinary stuff, but there are Complications, if you will:

1. Autistic doormat. (Professionally diagnosed)

2. Anxious and hates confrontation of any kind.

3. Chronic pain that stops me from going places and doing things.

4. Long history of depression, anxiety, s3lf h4rm, su1cide attempts.

5. Speak in a high pitched voice (not natural, forced again by anxiety of being viewed as competent and mature and not having my limitations taken seriously)

6. Have feminine mannerisms.

7. Have a very slight build and feminine features.

8. I have not had IRL friends for ten years, or online friends for about six.

9. Premenstrual dysphoric disorder.

10. Underweight, low key restrictive eating disorder (I will gladly maintain current weight, but comment on my body, eating habits or try to feed me more and the anorex1a says Hello. Also maintaining low weight to avoid “filling out” as much as possible in breast area.)

I’m 25 and nonbinary. I’ve known I was nonbinary since 2014/2015. I had come out verbally to my mom many years ago, maybe around 2017. Came out to brother via a written sign on my door and then a short verbal confirmation in late spring last year. At my high school graduation last year (age 24) I had my write up read aloud by the principal include “I look forward to being my authentic enby self” and I wore a pronoun pin and necklace. My grandparents were also at the ceremony. I reactivated my Facebook account and posted an artistic image and write up explaining my pronouns, name, etc. I have a variety of pride and pronoun items, pins on my backpack, a They/Them pronoun necklace, a keychain. I usually have some sort of sign declaring my pronouns and sometimes my name on my door. I even attended my local Pride parade and festival last August with my mom. Also since coming out I have explored neopronouns and I like to use Ae/Aer for myself.

Now, as mentioned at the very top, I am a doormat. I hate being bother, I have had huge mental and physical health challenges. I always want to help, to do things, I’ve been trapped at home with no pain free or easy way to go into town. I’ve been alone for a very long time, not attending school, and then trying to do it by myself online. I am also AFAB and I generally don’t present in a “gender non-conforming” matter. (Put in quotes because I am not a girl) Just the other night, there was a talking head on the news who’s name was Tiana* and my mom gleefully exclaimed “her name is Tiana*, she has the same name as you! You almost never hear anyone with the name Tiana*!”

ANYWAYS, to the point, I can never manage to bring myself to verbally remind anyone to use my pronouns. I can’t discuss my dysphoria with anyone, including my counsellor, which has really increased in the last few months. My counsellor had to be told what gender dysphoria is, and he’s trying but I don’t feel comfortable talking to him about it. My PMDD is also not only making my mental health in general really mad, but increasing my gender dysphoria. I have tried birth control for this, and it resulted in a suicide attempt.

I came out a year ago now to the wider family network / world, but it feels like everyone has completely ignored that fact. I came out of the closet, but a new, iron maiden style one has been built around me by anyone and everyone who perceives “me.”

I put “me” is quotation marks because it’s not actually me that anyone is seeing or talking to, it’s the mirage of a past person. I just feel so weak and pathetic, I don’t speak up for myself, I just let it happen. I don’t exist, not according to how I am referred to my people the vast majority of the time. They/them does get used at home frequently, but more often it’s my birth name. I’ve gone through waves of uncomfortable indifference to just feeling really shitty, having an abuse of use of that name, where now I am starting to not feel neutral but dislike it. It’s always, “Tiana* this”, and “it’s in Tiana’s* room,” “I think Tiana* has it, don’t you?”

I just feel hopeless. I don’t see myself ever being able to exist as actually myself. If I can’t remind my family in my safe home to use my pronouns; or that I want to use a different name, OR that (body pain permitting) I’d probably like to have my breasts and nipples removed; how am I supposed to reminded anyone else? The massage therapist, the doctor, the other pain specialist, the orthopaedic surgeon, the counsellor, the psychiatrist, the osteopath, anyone and everyone who I’ve ever met before who just, “she/her’s” and “Tiana*’s” me.

*Tiana is not actually my name, it is used for example purposes only.

TLDR: I have a variety of visual objects and signs that describe my pronouns and nonbinary-ness, but I have almost never reminded anyone verbally to use my pronouns and that I am not a girl. The most I can do is squeak out “they” quietly. How can I actually be brave and speak up for myself for once?

#nonbinary #non binary #non-binary #pronouns #neopronouns #gendervoid #gender #transgender #lgbtq #lgbtqia #enby #nb advice #autistic enby #lgbt #trans advice

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drops-of-june · 6 months ago

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CHAPTER III: Rebel Yell

• I don't own the characters, this fanfic is based on the TV-Show Stranger Things (second season) from a Hargrove!Reader POV.

• Quick reminder to readers, I'm not a english native speaker, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes. Hope you understand.

• You are not allowed to translate/repost inside or outside tumblr this fanfic.

Summary: Is y/n first day trying to survive at her new school. Making friends, and first people impressions.

Word Count: 2.9K

CHAPTER III: Rebel Yell

Y/n awoke early to the sound of the alarm clock, her mind still a little foggy from sleep. It was her first full day at Hawkins, and she had the responsibility of driving Max to her new elementary school. She rolled out of bed, quickly dressed in her favorite jeans and a t-shirt from AC/DC, and headed downstairs.

Max was already in the kitchen, finishing her breakfast. y/n gave her an encouraging smile as she made her own coffee to go.

‘Ready for your first day, Madmax?’ She asked, trying to instill enthusiasm in her voice.

Max nodded, though her expression showed a mixture of nerves and excitement.

‘Yes, I think so.’

After a quick breakfast and making sure they both had everything they needed, they left the house and climbed into the car. The cool morning air greeted them as y/n drove through the quiet streets of Hawkins toward Max's elementary school. The drive was relatively short and quiet, but y/n tried to keep their spirits up by playing some soft music on the radio.

Arriving at the school, y/n parked the car in the driveway. She looked at Max with a smile, but the younger girl looked worried.

‘You're going to do great, Max. Remember, just be yourself and have fun. I'll see you later, okay? Remember that I’ll wait in…’

Max smiled, a little more relaxed.

‘In the High School parking lot’ Interrupted her, calm. ‘Thanks, y/n. I'll see you later.’

y/n stood on the sidewalk, watching Max walk into the building with other children. Once Max disappeared from her sight, y/n rested her hands on the steering wheel of her car, feeling a small knot in her stomach. It was her turn to face her own first day at the new school.

She sat in the car, looking at the clock on the dashboard. She still had time before her classes began. She remembered Sam's words once more and felt a little more encouraged and decided to use the time to mentally prepare herself.

The parking lot was quiet, with only a few cars arriving as other students began to show up. Y/n took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment and let the soft music on the radio soothe her. She knew this new start at Hawkins would be a challenge, but she was determined to face it with the same energy and determination she had always had.

When the clock struck the entry time, y/n picked up her backpack, turned off the engine and got out of the car. With a mixture of nerves and resolve, she walked toward the entrance of the high school, ready to face her first day in this new chapter of her life.

As she walked to the school entrance, y/n noticed a group of boys chatting animatedly near the main doors. Among them, she recognized Eddie, the boy she had met the day before while he and his friends were pasting up posters about the battle of the bands. Eddie saw her and smiled at her, raising a hand in greeting.

‘y/n!’ Eddie called out, approaching her. ‘Glad to see you're here. Ready for the first day of school?’

Y/n smiled back, feeling a little more reassured to see a familiar face.

‘Yeah, I guess so. Thanks for the flyer yesterday, by the way. Do you mind finally introducing me to your friends?’

Eddie nodded and gestured toward his companions.

‘Sure. This is Jeff.’ he said, pointing to a tall, dark-skinned guy wearing jeans and an Iron Maiden T-shirt. ‘This is Grant’ he added, introducing a shorter, sturdy guy with a friendly expression and a Clash T-shirt. ‘And this is Gareth.’ he finished, pointing to a boy with wavy, messy blond hair wearing a Metallica t-shirt. He was the only one who didn't seem to want to look her in the eyes, he looked nervous, and you could tell he was younger than his friends.

‘Guys, this is y/n from yesterday.’ Eddie explained. They waved at her with a welcoming smile.

Y/n nodded her head in appreciation.

‘Hi, guys, huh, could you… tell me where the administration is? I need to pick up my schedule and a few things.’

‘Sure, we'll take you there’, said Eddie. ‘Come on, it's right over here.’

The group moved together, leading y/n through the halls filled with students preparing for the start of the day. The girl tried not to look around too much, avoiding as much as possible the attention that she was already getting. Boys and girls kept staring at her.

‘So, y/n, do you just listen or play?’ Asked Jeff, breaking the silence as they walked, pointing out her t-shirt.

‘Oh… Yes, as a matter of fact. I play guitar in a.. I used to play guitar in a band in California’ She corrected herself with a sad smile.

‘Oh, sorry about that, it must be hard to leave it all behind.’ Said Grant.

‘It's okay, thanks. I mean, Hawkins doesn't seem to be anything like San Diego, but it doesn't seem bad yet.’

‘Great!’ Gareth exclaimed. ‘You've got to come to the battle of the bands this weekend. It's going to be awesome.’

‘I definitely will.’ Replied y/n, feeling more excited with every step.

They reached the administration office and Eddie pointed to the door.

‘Here we are. Go and get your schedule. See you after class!’

‘Thank you, guys,’ said y/n, grateful for their help. They each said goodbye with a smile and a friendly nod before heading off to their respective classes. Y/n walked into the administration office, feeling a little more confident and ready to face her first day.

She waited nervously in the administration office while the principal, a middle-aged man with glasses and a budding bald spot, checked her schedule. After a few minutes, he rose from his desk and motioned for her to follow him.

‘Welcome to Hawkins High, y/n,’ said the principal with a friendly smile as they walked down the hall. ‘I'll take you to your first class. I hope you feel comfortable here.’

‘Thank you, sir, I hope I do’ y/n replied, trying to keep her nervousness under control.

When they reached the history classroom, the principal opened the door and ushered her in. The class fell silent as the students watched the new girl curiously.

‘Good morning, class,’ said the principal. ‘I would like to introduce your new classmate, y/n Hargrove. I hope you will all make her feel welcome.’

Professor Reynolds, a short, dark-haired woman with a few silver locks looked serious, the kind of professor who didn't want interruptions in her class. As she walked, her shoes echoed on the floor. She addressed y/n as she wrote on the blackboard, without looking at her and motioned the girl to the front of the class.

‘Welcome, Miss Hargrove. Please introduce yourself to your classmates,’ she said, giving her no option to refuse.

y/n cleared her throat and looked around the class, feeling all eyes on her.

‘Hi, I'm y/n. I just moved here from California. I'm in my senior year and really would have preferred to avoid this awkward introduction.’

Some of the boys laughed. Murmurs filled the room, and a few students exchanged interested glances. Not recognizing any of Eddie's friends, y/n looked around for a seat and found a free one next to a boy with voluminous hair and a strong smell of hairspray. She sat down next to him, noticing that he was mumbling to himself as he tried to fix a text.

Out of the corner of her eye, y/n caught a glimpse of what appeared to be some sort of presentation essay. She remembered helping Molly with one not too long ago for a university. Wordlessly, she pulled out a sheet of paper and began to rewrite the boy's essay, paying attention as best she could to the class as she did so.

Time passed quickly, and soon the bell rang announcing the end of class. Students began to get up and gather their things. Y/n turned to the boy and handed him the sheet she had written on.

‘Hey, take a look at this,’ said the blonde, surprising the boy. ‘I made some changes that I think might impress the college you want to apply to.’

The boy looked at the sheet, his eyes widening with surprise, half surprised, half grateful. ‘Wow, thank you. I had no… Thank you! I don't know what to say' He stuttered. 'Oh, you're the new girl... y/n right? Welcome to Hawkins.’

‘Thanks and it was nothing, I hope it's not too weird,’ she replied with a smile. ‘I'm not a stalker, its that I just helped a friend of mine, two weeks ago. She was applying for Columbia.’

‘Oh, no, it's just… it took me by surprise. I didn't think that someone was watching… it was bad right?’ He asked, referring to the essay.

Some girls in the class did not seem happy to see y/n talking to Steve, exchanging glances and whispering to each other. The girl noticed this but ignored it, concentrating on the conversation with the boy.

‘Oh, not really. Sometimes it is difficult to put your thoughts in order…’

Steve smiled broadly.

‘Well thank you for organizing my thoughts, y/n. This means a lot to me. I'm Steve, by the way’

‘No problem. Nice to meet you, Steve, and goog luck with your application!’ said y/n before leaving the classroom.

Y/n walked into her second class of the day, English, with some relief that the teacher introduced her to the class himself and then let her choose her seat. Although there were several empty seats, her eyes fell on Gareth, who was sitting in the back of the room. He gave her a shy nod and smiled as she came up to take the empty seat next to him.

Several boys seemed disappointed to see that she wasn't sitting with them, exchanging glances with each other and muttering something she couldn't clearly hear. She thought she heard something that rhymed to leak. However, y/n decided to ignore the stares and focus on the class.

Gareth kindly wrote in the corner of her notebook the list of books they were going to study that year and some of the topics they had already covered in class. He did so discreetly, making sure not to disrupt the class while the teacher explained about the structure of the subject.

Y/n read the list carefully and nodded, grateful for Gareth's help. Slowly, they began to discuss the books and course topics, establishing a connection that y/n found comforting in the midst of the new experience at a different school.

At the end of class, the teacher announced that they would be doing a paired analysis paper for the next assignment for the next book, so she immediately looked at Gareth, and although he seemed flattered, he raised his fist and she bumped it with hers. Again, out of the corner of her eye she noticed that some of her classmates looked disappointed.

When the bell rang y/n gathered her things, and Gareth murmured.

‘If you need anything else about the books or anything else, just let me know,’ said with a friendly smile. ‘Oh, I wanted to ask… Can I call you y/n/n or would you prefer y/o/n/n?’

‘Thanks. I really appreciate the help,’ she replied, smiling back, and nodded, ‘As long as you don't tell me my full name, you can call me however you want’ she joked. ‘Then… Can I tell you Gar?’ She asked as she slung her backpack over her shoulder. He blushed slightly, but nodded.

‘Sure.’ He smiled back.

They both got up and walked out of the classroom together, leaving behind the curious stares and murmurs of some classmates. They headed to the next class, art, which they luckily also shared, and once it was over, they met up with the other members of Gareth's gang in the school cafeteria.

Over lunch in the school cafeteria, Eddie casually remarked to y/n that he had had classes with her brother, Billy.

'Not much in common, right?' Asked her. She, absentmindedly fiddling with a straw, looked in the direction Eddie pointed and saw Billy a few tables over, surrounded by the popular kids at school.

She shrugged indifferently, watching her brother interact with his new companions as she continued with her lunch. Although she adored her twin brother, even in California they had very different friend groups, and she always tried to avoid crossing paths with him. None of the Hargrove twins ever accepted their respective friendships.

Many times people had told her that they didn't understand how, being so different from her brother, they could get along so well when they were together. It was something that could only be explained by the bond of being twins, perhaps.

The rest of the lunch break, the boys bombarded her with questions about her life in San Diego. She talked animatedly about her friends, mentioning Sam, Molly and Adam, her bandmates in Crimson Chaos, and shared stories about the things she liked to do in her old hometown.

She asked them questions too, trying to redirect attention away from herself. They told her how they met, what they did for fun in town, among other things. They seemed to be very interested in the Dungeons and Dragons role-playing game, and had regular parties. She thought they would get along well with Adam, who was a nerd for such things. He had insisted on getting her into the game many times, until one day he succeeded. It was interesting, maybe he hadn't managed to get her addicted to the game, but from time to time without realizing it, she had been drawn into a game with Adam's friends outside the band when they needed a substitute.

The character she had created with Adam's help somewhat mirrored y/n herself. Lyria Starfall was a chaotic good elf bard, who with her skills of trickery, persuation, stealth and charisma, and of course her musical talent, inspired and assisted her friends in their adventures.

Jeff, with palpable enthusiasm, invited her to attend the band's rehearsal they were having on Halloween night, the next day.

‘y/n, you have to come!’ said Jeff, his face lit up with excitement. ‘It'll be great to get your opinion.’

y/n smiled, feeling flattered by the invitation. ‘Sure! I'd love to hear you play.’

The rest of the day was more of the same. She shared a class with Billy, who sat next to her, making the curious glances from boys she had received in the first classes much more imperceptible. And after she crossed paths again with Steve, who thanked her again and introduced her to Nancy, his girlfriend. The girl seemed worried about something, kind of distracted, but since she didn't know them, y/n didn't want to jump to conclusions or prejudge without knowing someone.

When the bell rang, ending the day of classes, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked to the parking lot, trying to ignore the stares of those around her.

In the hallway, Billy was talking to a freckle-faced boy, and a group of girls seemed to drooling over him, panties on the floor. Y/n couldn't help but wince in disgust. Jeff who was just passing by her followed her gaze and let out a chuckle.

‘Too awkward?’ He asked, distracting her. She looked at him and rolled her eyes.

‘Too awkward. You don't know how much,’ she muttered, feigning a shiver as she opened the door and walked out of the building. The wind ruffled her hair, but she managed to tuck it behind her ear. ‘Do you have sisters?’

The boy denied. ‘The only one who has sisters is Gareth. Two little ones.’ He informed her, and y/n smiled.

‘That's why he has a big brother vibe,’ she agreed. Jeff let out a laugh nodding, as they got closer and closer to the girl's impala, where the other three boys waited.

‘You bet. You should see him, the little girls know he's got an easy yes with them. He can't say no to em.’

‘Are you talking about Chloe and Sophie?’ Gareth asked, curious and with a smile on his face at the mention of her sisters. He seemed more comfortable talking than he had earlier that day. Molly had once told him that people were intimidated by y/n when they first met her, and after meeting her, they felt relaxed. Maybe that was the case. ‘Isn't it a big brother's job to spoil them?’

‘Yes, it is. That's what we're for.’ y/n admitted. She couldn't say no to Max either. Gareth raised a hand in the air for her to bump. With a smile, she responded to the gesture. Just then, she managed to see Max approaching with her skateboard. ‘Speaking of the devil…’ y/n waved at her and she smiled.

‘Okay. We'll leave you two alone.’ The four of them started to walk away, but Gareth turned back to y/n.

‘Yeah! Don't forget to ask about tomorrow!’ He reminded her. Max looked at her sister with a mischievous grin. She put two fingers to her forehead, pretending to have a headache.

‘Oh, the visions... I think... They are... coming back,’ she muttered. y/n let out a laugh and pushed her toward the car.

‘Come on, get in, Nostradamus. We have to go to the market with your mom,’ she commented, opening the door of her Impala and climbing in. Despite being mentally exhausted, and looking back on everything that had happened that first day of school, y/n thought it really wasn't a bad start. At least it wasn't as bad as she had expected. All that remained was to wait for what else the future would bring.

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What About Me? - An Eddie Munson x Reader Oneshot

For years, I've been asking myself the question: What about me?

Why can't he look at me in the way he looks at her? Why can't he feel his heart racing around me like it does around her?

You can guess, I never really got the answers to those questions. Mostly because I never said them out loud. I know that when I ask those questions and I hear the answers I expect to hear from him, my world would crumble.

My heart would shatter into a thousand pieces, too small to put back together again.

And I'm certain I'm not ready for that. I just need to pretend like he doesn't matter to me. But, it's harder than I expected.

Because no matter what, my mind returns to memories we made, my thoughts circle back to his smile and the only thing I see when I'm asleep is the twinkle in his eyes when he's playing his favorite Iron Maiden record.

''Earth to Y/N?'' I blinked and adjusted to the sight of Eddie waving his hand in front of my face. I felt my cheeks heat up, and I smiled apologetically.

''Sorry.''

He shook his head, a grin on his face, ''It doesn't matter. For a second I thought you were brain dead.''

My eyes squinted, a smile on my face that seemed more genuine than the one I previously showed him, ''That was your first assumption?''

''Well, yeah.''

A chuckle escaped from my lips. These are the moments I cherish. Just the two of us, together, making fun of the small things, him making me smile.

Eddie turned his head around to the sound of footsteps and when I saw the sheepish smile appear on his face I didn't need to look to know who it was.

''Chrissy, I was wondering when you were getting here?''

''I'm sorry,'' she apologized, still dressed in our high school's cheer uniform, ''my boyfriend didn't let me go, and then I couldn't find the way here-''

''I'm heading off.'' I interrupted her, the joy gone from my eyes. With one hand I swung my backpack over my shoulder and with the other I grabbed my music.

I wasn't going to sit around and watch this go down.

Eddie frowned at me, confused to why I was suddenly leaving. ''But we were going to hang out.''

''Maybe later,'' I smiled, but it didn't quite reach my eyes, ''I'll talk to you later.''

He nodded, but I didn't see it because I was already walking away, tears brimming in my eyes as I remembered the way his eyes twinkled when he saw her approaching.

He never had that with me.

The hour of witching - which is 3 AM, if nobody knew - was coming around the corner and I was still perched on my bed with assignment papers scattered all around me.

I had some debate things to settle, and then I had this paper on Napoleon and the battles he led. Followed by a boring lecture which I had to make notes on and mark everything I thought was important around 30 pages.

You thought you would get a break eventually, but our high school didn't know that we had a personal life. Alice Cooper was heard on my phono, his voice the only thing that was heard in my room.

So, when some knocking on my window arrived, I noticed. I frowned, placed the papers away and walked to the window, not noticing my current attire. Something within me was so certain no one was going to visit, that I was wearing only an AC/DC tour shirt with shorts, but you couldn't see them under the oversized shirt.

Imagine my surprise when I saw Eddie standing there with a plastic bag in his hand. From what I could see they were filled to the brim with my favorite snacks.

I reached out, unlocked the window and widened it enough for him to step through. I helped him out and quickly closed the window silently.

''What are you doing here,'' I asked, ''my parents are going to come home any second.''

''They aren't home?''

I sighed, ''It's date night. And when it's date night, they tend to stay up till the early hours. 'We can party like we used to even though we are old', they usually say.''

He chuckled and sat down on my bed, reaching out paper by paper to inspect what I was doing.

''Damn, I forgot how much we had to do.''

''It wouldn't be that much if you made it for a change.'' I retorted.

A grin came onto his face, ''Good to see you have your sense of humor, still.''

''Why wouldn't I?'' I crossed my arm and sat down on the windowsill, curious to why he was here.

He shrugged, grabbing a beer and opening it, ''I don't know. You left quite abruptly this afternoon.''

''You were with someone else.''

''I was also there with you, Y/N,'' he took a sip and looked at me intently, ''when are you going to tell me what is wrong?''

''You never said you wanted to know-''

''I made that obvious,'' he threw me a beer, ''sit down, take a sip and spill your guts. I'm asking now.''

I sighed.

This was bound to happen sooner or later.

I got the top of the beer off and took a long sip, feeling the bitter taste slide down my throat. Guess it's time for the truth.

My bed gave way when I sat down beside him. Here goes nothing.

''What do you think about Chrissy?''

Eddie stared at the ceiling of my bedroom as he racked his head about the question, ''I like her. Though, I do think she has an awful taste is men.''

''And, what about me?''

His head turned to me in confusion, clearly not realizing what I was getting at, ''What about you?''

He repeated the question as if it was going to make sense the second time. I just stayed quiet, letting him think.

Eddie took a deep breath and thought for a second, ''I-I don't know. Obviously I like you. Otherwise we wouldn't be friends.''

''But do you look at me the way you look at her?''

The confusion was still evident on his face, but as the minutes passed by, the realization dawned on him.

His lips parted, searching for the right words. Probably to reject me, if you ask me. But no matter what I thought, he didn't say them with his own words.

I was afraid I broke him, or something, like a faulty error on an out-dated server.

''Eddie?''

''Are you..,'' he cleared his throat, as if it was going to sound him less surprised, ''are you saying what I think you are saying?''

I turned my eyes away from him to the bag. My hands rummaged through the contents, and a smile appeared on my face when I saw my favorite movie in there.

I pulled it out and stared at it, before showing it at him with amusement in my eyes, ''Did you bring Top Gun?''

''Uhm,'' he was caught off-guard, I think by the subject change more than anything else, ''yeah. I remember you saying you liked it and couldn't watch it in the cinema with me, so I thought we could watch it... together.''

I couldn't help it. I grabbed his hand and squeezed it, my heart skipping a beat. Eddie didn't have to do anything and he would trigger the butterflies in my stomach, but when he did something kind or thoughtful, like this, it was twice as bad.

I stood up and placed it into the DVD player, my small little TV lighting up alive.

''Y/N,'' Eddie sighed, ''you're doing it again.''

I was busy trying to make the movie work, ''Busy doing what?''

''Changing the subject. Pretending as if nothing is going on and avoiding the matter that so clearly needs to be discussed.''

I froze.

I was doing that again.

A sigh escaped my lips as I lowered my hands, taking my time before I turned around, forcing myself to face it.

''You're right.''

''So, can we talk about it?''

''Yeah, sure,'' I crossed my arms and sat down at the end of the bed, waiting for him to talk, ''just say it, please.''

It seemed like an eternity before he dared to speak again.

''First of all, I need you to tell me what you haven't been saying for quite some while, because my head is reeling with possibilities. It needs to be less vague-''

He didn't need to say more as I interrupted him with the inevitable truth, ''I love you.''

He froze. His eyes searched for mine, but I didn't dare to look him in the eyes. Not now. Not when I don't know whether he accepts it or not. Not when I don't know how he feels.

''You love me?''

He questioned, repeating what I said once more. I sighed and nodded, still not looking him in the eyes. This was painfully awkward.

''That's what you weren't saying?''

Didn't he understand the matter that was being discussed right now?! Why does he have to make it so difficult?!

I was panicking on the inside, my mind running back and forth between assumptions of what he was thinking or wanting to say.

A smile appeared on his face, ''I was waiting for you to admit it.''

I was about to jump in the defense as to why he has to forget this ever had taken place, but then the realization hit me. He didn't reject me. The opposite, actually.

My eyes finally met his and I saw the cheerful face that I fell in love with. It's like the day he got tickets to see Alice Cooper live.

''You aren't... You aren't rejecting me?''

''No, not really. Did you think I was?''

I shrugged, feeling my heart fill with warmth, ''I was assuming you were, yeah.''

''God,'' he laughed, his head falling back before he looked me in the face again, ''this is what was wrong?''

''Uh,'' I didn't understand why he was being so, so... normal, ''yeah...''

He grabbed my hands and scooted closer to me, neither of us caring about the papers, ''You don't know how long I was waiting for you to finally say that. I was about to give up on it, matter of fact.''

''So, you feel the same?''

''God, didn't you ever notice,'' I shook my head in reply, ''I give you notes every day, I'm right outside your classroom whenever I am closeby, I always sit next to you during our annual Dungeons and Dragons meetings. Should I go on?''

''I can't believe it.'' My mind was reeling.

But the joy I was feeling could never be replaced.

We sat there, staring at each other when I heard a car on the driveway. ''Shit, my parents are home.'' We started panicking as we cleaned up the groceries and such. I leant down to gather the fallen papers and he removed the DVD, before stuffing it back in the paperbag.

The front door opened.

''You need to go out of the window.''

''How romantic of you, Y/N.'' I rolled my eyes at him and just ushered him to the window. I opened it back open and watched my parents enter before I let Eddie step outside. I was expecting him to go and I was about to close the window when his hand on mine stopped me dead in my tracks.

My face turned to him and I was surprised to feel his soft lips on mine. He was kissing me.

I have my first kiss with Eddie Munson.

I returned the kiss, but he pulled away already. With a grin on his face, he spoke up in whispers, ''We'll continue this soon, and, Y/N?''

I hummed in response, wanting him to hurry up before my dad catches him.

''The next time it'll be a date.''

My heart fluttered as I stared at his leaving figure.

I only looked away when he was out of sight, out of my neighborhood. I closed the window and jumped when the door to my room opened.

''Are you still awake, honey?''

''Yeah, just finishing some homework. I'll go to bed in a minute.''

''Okay, good,'' my mother smiled at me, my father behind her with a caring hand on her shoulder smiling at me, ''then we'll leave you to it. Don't stay up too late.''

I smiled at her, ''I won't.''

The door closed again and I let out a sigh of relief. That was a close one. But then his final words came back to me.

''The next time it'll be a date.''

I went to bed just five minutes after, reliving the kiss we had every night and excitement for our official first date.

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So Newly Charming [Stranger Things; Steve/Eddie 1/1]

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“What happened to your van?” Steve asks. He’s got the windows rolled down already, although now that he’s not moving the heat seems enormous, the late-summer air sticky and oppressive. The road is empty this time of day, and heat waves shimmer off the pavement.

Eddie looks sweaty and out of sorts in an Iron Maiden t-shirt with the sleeves hacked off. It’s a size too big, but the thin material is plastered to his torso with sweat. Still, the grin he aims at Steve seems cheerful enough, so hopefully Steve isn’t going to have to kick somebody’s ass about this.

This being Eddie Munson ambling down the side of the highway in the blazing July heat with a ratty backpack slung over one shoulder and his thumb out in the universal hitchhiker's appeal. He looks a little startled to see Steve, but not displeased. His hair is pulled back in a wildly frizzy ponytail, which he flips over his shoulder as he approaches the car to lean in the open window with one of those smiles that Steve’s never quite been able to get a read on: genuine but wry, like there’s some kind of private joke there.

Maybe that should get on his nerves, but it doesn’t. Eddie’s a harmless mystery. Steve likes that about him. Like Eddie, for that matter, more than he ever expected to.

“The king’s chariot approaches,” he intones grandly. Then he props his hip against the door and pulls a face. “Hey, Steve.”

“So, you want a ride, or what?”

“Want. Definitely want.” Eddie pulls the door open and swings down into the seat, bringing with him the smell of road dust and cigarettes and sweat. “A thousand blessings be upon you, my liege.”

“You can just say thanks, you know,” Steve says dryly.

Eddie gifts him with another smile. “Thanks.”

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#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #my fic

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ghostofcinders · 9 months ago

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Just saw a most awesome group of teens.

One was a metalhead guy with messy long black hair and an Iron Maiden shirt.

Then another with a beanie, jean vest, baggy pants, and technicolor shirt.

A girl with glasses dressed in a extremely precise, glamour Ivy League way, Prada handbag at her side.

And another girl with a Gengar hat, Pokémon jersey, and multi-pocketed backpack.

There's no way those four don't solve crimes.

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dwindlinghaze · 1 year ago

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Hello! Could I get a 🩰? I really don't have a preference for male or female, I'm bi as hell.

I'm a 5'4 guy. I'm a punk too. I enjoy reading, especially Stephen King and Homer. The Odyssey and the Iliad are some of my favourites. I would customise a lot of my stuff such as backpacks and my leather jacket (my baby) with patches. I love classic rock, grunge, and punk - so bands like Nirvana, Queen, AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin, Metallica, Iron Maiden, the Undertones, and more. A few of my friends say that I remind them of Sirius Black lmao. I have that black long curly hair. I play the drums and bass guitar too :)

Thanks in advance, and congratulations on getting 500 followers!! Here's to 500 more 🥂

hello and tysm for participating in my 500 celebration

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🩰 : i ship you with james potter

╰┈➤ james getting you patches for your backpack/jacket !!! he'll definitely get those that remind him of you (maybe like a bass or drums or anything that is punk really). he adores the way you like to customise your stuff bcs like omg ?? that's so wholesome

╰┈➤ listening to your favourite bands when you're bored or just feeling like it. he has the record player and you have the vinyls !!!

╰┈➤ black long curly hair you say? james is head over heels. not many people can pull long hair but you're absolutely one of them that looks good with it.

╰┈➤ you'll definitely get along with sirius because of the similarities in terms of music. james is not gonna admit it but he really enjoy nirvana and queen (and the others too but he loves them the most).

╰┈➤ let me just tell you that james will be in pure shock and amazement when you're playing the drum / bass because you look super cool.

#dwindlinghaze's 500 celebration #🩰 dancing princesses #james potter x you #james potter x reader

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thesugarclubs-blog · 2 years ago

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Bend the Rules - AU Eddie Munson x OC

warnings: teenage au eddie munson, forbidden love, high school romance, pure fluff

word count: 10.4k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1315622283-bend-the-rules-peyton

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The blaring sounds of his alarm pulled Eddie from his sleep, and with a deep groan, the boy rolled onto his back, swiping a tired hand across his face and through his short dark hair. Getting up for school was never something he wanted to do. In fact, going to school was never something he wanted to do. He stretched his tired limbs, just as a stern knock came from his door.

“Ed, get your ass in gear, boy! Spring breaks over, you’re going to be late” His uncle Wayne called through the wooden door.

With another dramatic groan, he pulled himself from under his sheet and rolled out of bed, barely catching his feet underneath him. He grabbed an Iron Maiden shirt from his floor and sniffed it quickly before pulling it over his head, as he kicked up a pair of dark jeans from beside his dresser, pulling those on too and attaching his signature handcuff belt. Eddie grabbed his leather jacket that had his dark grey hoodie still inside and slid his arms into it, pulling the hood up when he finally walked out of his room, grabbing a black metal lunchbox off his chair.

Eddie grabbed the piece of toast out of his uncle’s hand with a smirk, “Let’s go, I thought you said we were going to be late,” he quipped.

“We are,” Wayne narrowed his eyes at his nephew, following him out the door, “and let’s make sure we stay at school today, I don’t want any more calls from Hopper saying he caught you messing around in town, you hear me?”

Eddie chewed on his dry piece of bread as he turned his head around, smirking at his uncle.

“Tell that to Steve, not me. You know I would never risk anything by stealing Mrs. Crain’s wig and feeding it to-”

“Enough, son.” Wayne sighed, leaving Eddie with a smirk on his face. The 16-year-old boy knew too well what kind of pranks he’d been pulling with his best friend Steve since they were in kindergarten.

“Just don’t get your ass arrested. Can’t bail you out of there and you know that.”

Eddie chewed his toast and nodded, saluting with two fingers as he made his way further down to where the car was parked, followed by his uncle.

Wayne had barely come to stop in front of the high school when Eddie had already opened the door to jump out. It was almost 7:50 and he needed to make it to the lockers before he missed her. Or he wouldn’t be able to talk to her until third period and he couldn’t let that happen. Not after spending the entirety of his break trying (and failing) to stave off thoughts of what it’d be like to hold her hand or kiss her lips. Foolish little daydreams he shouldn’t even be entertaining given who he was.

“I have a double today, remember to eat dinner when you get home, please. And no-“

“Messin' around I got it, I would never.” Eddie answered back with a sly smirk, “see ya in the morning.”

“Alright kid, have a good day.”

The hallways were still jammed back with students chatting and laughing as he crammed his skinny body through tiny openings. “Shit,” he eyed the grouping of football players two years his senior and curved to the left, pressing himself through their circle as fast as his legs would take him in his converse and came to a skitting stop as he broke through the final opening and saw her.

Her long honey-brown hair fell in soft waves around her face and down the back of her cute pastel-striped top, heat licking at the back of his neck as his eyes trailed over the shortened hem that showed the smallest hint of her stomach. She closed her locker, swinging her teal backpack over her shoulders.

“Munson, where do you think you're going?” One of the football players had spotted him and was bee-lining towards him.

“Not today Hargrove,” he backed away and put his hands in the air, “I don’t know how many times I have to turn you down, I told you…” his eyes fluttered to where she had started to wander to class. “You just wear the wrong lip gloss, I break out in hives every time we make out!” He hollered and turned on his heel darting away from the threats that Billy screamed in his direction and around the corner.

“Where are you? Damnit,” he whispered, knowing he had a tiny window to say good morning to her. But his eyes caught a glimpse of her backpack in the crowded hallway and he jogged toward her. He lifted his hand to his mouth and checked the smell of his breath with a quick huff of air before straightening himself out and slowing his pace to catch up with her. Act casual… he thought.

“Peyton,” he called out to her and she turned to look at him over her shoulder, the light catching the swirls of light brown in her iris.

He came to a stop just before her, taking a deep breath to collect himself as his eyes lingered over her. Like the first glimpse of the morning sun, she shone with a warm, dimpled smile that always made the butterflies in his stomach seek their way around his heart.

“Hi Eddie,” She beamed. “What’s up?”

“It’s cool, you? Did you have a good break?” He shifted nervously on his feet, not seeing Peyton for a whole week made him realize how much he’d missed her soft, velvety voice.

She shrugged as she grasped the straps of her backpack. “I’m good. The first days were good, but a whole week at the lake house with my family and their friends made me want to pull my hair out by the end,” she chuckled lightly.

The bell rang, making the students left in the hallway rush past them to head to their early morning classes. This was it if it was now ever going to happen. He’d prepared himself every awakened hour for a whole week.

Well, he’d tried to at least.

“Maybe we can talk later when we have more time?” She said as she was on the way to turn around.

Eddie nodded enthusiastically and tried his best to shoot her a charming smile as he walked back down the hall, watching her as she walked away. When she was out of sight, the boy ran his hand over his short hair and rolled his eyes, feeling a small blush creeping up his neck as a soft smile found its way onto his lips.

Instead of going to class, Eddie slipped out the side door and wandered around to the back of the school. He pulled a smoke out of the inside pocket of his jacket and lit it. A familiar head of short honey-brown hair rounded the corner and breathed a laugh with a shake of his head.

“First day back, and you’re skipping already?” Steve quipped, nudging his elbow into his best friend.

With a strong inhale and a shrug of his shoulders, he smirked, “what can I say? I have a rep to keep up,” he teased back, “what are you doing out here?”

“Running laps, but I saw you sneak back here,” Steve shrugged, leaning against the wall opposite his friend, “I saw you talking to Peyton this morning, you still haven’t given that up huh?”

Eddie choked a laugh, and rolled his eyes, “that’s rich coming from the boy who can’t even talk to Nancy Wheeler”

“I can talk to her! I’m just, playing the long game,” Steve brushed his hair behind his ear and pushed himself off the wall, “I have to go back to PE, get to class will you?” he laughed as he took off.

“Whatever you say, mom,” Eddie shouted after him, laughing to himself as he took the last inhale of his cigarette before putting it out with his foot. Deciding that Steve wasn’t so wrong about going back to class, he made his way into school again, hiding in a room under the steps where he usually would meet his friends during tests to check the answers, until the next lesson would start.

When he heard the school bell ring, he made his way out of his cave and to his next class. Biology - he hated it. The only good thing was, she was in this class too.

Walking into the classroom of his biology teacher Mr. Ward, Eddie spotted Peyton sitting alone in the back of the class, the seat next to her basically inviting him to sit there.

“This seat taken?” Eddie asked as he reached Peyton who turned her head from her notebook to Eddie. He could make out some drawings that she did before she closed the notebook and put it on the side of the table.

“No, no. You can sit there if you want.” She smiled softly, and Eddie responded with a huge grin on his face, sitting down and getting his books out.

Before Eddie could say anything else, Mr. Ward clapped his hands and brought everyone's attention to the front of the room. Well, everyone’s except his. His chocolate brown eyes kept flickering to the girl sitting beside him, listening in on the small whistle her nose made as she breathed in.

He watched as she tucked a piece of honey-brown hair behind her ear, and swiped her tongue along her plump bottom lip. She was taking notes as the teacher rambled on about some sort of ecosystem that Eddie was not listening to. He bit the inside of his cheek and glanced down at his textbook.

Ok you idiot, quit staring, she’s going to think you're creepy, he thought to himself, letting out a deep breath.

“Page 67,” Peyton leaned over and whispered to him with a smile.

Scrunching his eyebrows together, he smiled back and looked up, “What?”

“We’re on page 67,” She pointed to his book.

“Oh yeah, yeah thanks,” he laughed nervously, flipping through his book to the right page. Eddie tapped his fingers on the page, quickly picking up a pen and scribbling something into his notebook before ripping the small corner of the page and sliding it across the table to Peyton.

U look pretty in blue

A soft pink blush crept up her cheeks to match her small smile as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Peyton tucked her hair behind her ear once more and scribbled something back to him.

Thank you with a tiny heart beside it.

Now Eddie was the one blushing as he turned to catch her gaze, just as a ray of sunshine caught her bright amber eyes, illuminating the colour of her iris. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he turned his eyes back up to the front of the class. Not that he was going to listen at all to Mr. Ward, he never did, but he needed to distract himself enough to get rid of the fuzzy feeling of being in such close proximity. Her warm vanilla scent swirled in his nose every time she flicked her hair.

“I—” Eddie went to say but Mr. Ward turned an icy glare on him prompting the urge to give him the middle finger but that would result in him being sent to detention on his first day back.

Uncle Wayne would kill him and he’d never see his angel again.

“I have a double today, remember to eat dinner…”

He flipped over another piece of paper and twirled the pen between his fingers methodically as he thought about the wording. He scribbled across the paper, dumping every ounce of courage he had into the note.

Do you want to come over for pizza tonight?

Wayne did say to eat… he just didn’t say what and with who. Eddie smiled to himself before sliding it under her book and taping the table with his pen to get her attention.

He flipped the pen nervously in his hand as she lifted her book. Her eyes scanned the small piece of paper before setting her book back down and facing forward. Eddie’s heart hammered the longer she stared forward listening to Mr. Ward ramble on about the powerhouse of the cell.

Eddie’s eyes flickered over to her while he pretended to pay attention. She had her lip between her teeth biting back a smile but the upturned corners of her mouth gave her away. The sight only sent a wave of butterflies through him.

She lifted her book once again scribbling something before sliding it across to him.

Sausage and Mushroom?

Eddie couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across his face as he wrote a response.

Anything for you, m’lady.

A soft giggle escaped Peyton’s lips and caused Mr. Ward to spin around and glare at the two of them. A deep clear of this throat brought the two students' attention back to the front of the room. For the rest of the lesson, they tried their best to stare at the board and listen. Eddie was tuned out of whatever was happening again, as the nerves of what he’d just asked her sunk in. His room was a disaster and the trailer was not something he wanted to show off. Not that he was ashamed of it, but someone like Peyton deserved better than that.

Peyton Morris was from the suburban part of town that Eddie was never allowed in. Her father owned some chain of restaurants that were everywhere in the country and she was one of the kids at school who had their own car the moment she turned 16. The two had met the summer before high school started when her family moved in. Eddie had been at Steve’s while his parents were away, it was the only time he was allowed there, and the two boys were out biking when they saw the moving truck. He’d had a crush on her since that day.

And now she was actually going to hang out with him. By themselves. At his place. Eddie sucked in a deep breath and practically lept from his seat the second the bell rang. He couldn’t let her know how nervous he had become or how much he was slightly regretting asking her over.

“Eddie! Wait up,” a soft giggle came from behind him as Peyton jogged up to meet him.

He swiped his hand over his head and pressed his lips into a thin line, “Sorry I uh, almost got you detention”

She shrugged and nudged her elbow into his side, “would’ve been worth it,” she smirked, “I’ll meet you at your locker after school okay?”

Eddie fought to contain his excitement as his cheeks warmed and his fingers fidgeted in the pockets of his leather jackets. “Yah three thirty sharp,” he nodded.

The rest of the day went by pain stakingly slow. Eddie found himself watching the clock in every classroom like if he stared at it long enough he might be able to use the force to make it advance time.

When the last bell rang he skirted from the classroom, nearly tripping over Steve and Robin by their lockers to get down the hall. His heart hammering in his chest praying that Peyton had been confident in her decision and she’d be waiting for him.

When he rounded the corner she was there, waiting patiently with a soft smile on her face. She looked down at the watch on her wrist and scowled, “it’s three thirty three, you’re late Munson.”

“I.. oh god—,” he stuttered worried she was actually upset with him.

“I’m kidding,” she laughed, “you ready?”

“We’ll have to walk to my place,” he admitted nervously, every stipulation he offered was followed by the irrational fear that it would make her change her mind.

“I have my bike,” she offered. “It’s one of those big handlebars, you think you can peddle us there without dropping me?” She smiled.

Panic coursed through him as the worry of dropping her became a harsh reality. “I-uh-I think I can handle that.”

Peyton laughed with a raised brow, “you don’t sound so sure.”

He sucked in a deep breath, “Well I mean it might take me a minute to get used to your bike and the way it rides but…” he rambled on trying to find any ounce of courage left within him.

She grinned, tucking her book back closer to her chest. “You don’t have to be nervous Eddie. It’s just me.”

Yeah, that’s the problem, he thought.

He forced a smile, “I’ll try not to be.”

The pair made their way out of the school, pulling looks from almost everyone they passed causing Eddie to pull his hood back up over his head. Even the rest of the school knew she was too good for him, but Peyton responded by looping her arm with his as they walked out the front door together.

Instantly, Eddie felt his palms get sweaty and heat crawled up the back of his neck, but he pushed it all down as soon as they got to her bike. She unlocked it from the bars and pulled it free, turning to him with that gorgeous smile on her face.

He took the bike from her and smirked, “your chariot m’lady,” he chuckled, as he climbed on and offered her his hand.

“Why thank you, good sir,” she teased, using his hand to settle herself on the handlebars, before he took off down the street, sending Peyton into a fit of giggles.

“You okay?” Eddie laughed with her. She nodded her head and placed her hand over his to keep herself steady, pressing her fingers between his, she looked back at him with a smirk.

“Don’t throw me off,” Peyton commented.

With a wink, he linked one of his fingers over hers, “I got ya, don’t worry.”

Her laughter giggle echoed through the air as the wind blew through her hair and tickled Eddie's nose. He hadn’t felt this free in a while and that was saying something. Eddie thrived on that feeling, anything dangerous that pushed the limits of society and filled him with adrenaline. But this… this was different. It was unbridled joy and it felt like he was flying.

He pushed them faster until they hit the big hill at the end of the road, the trailer park was at the bottom. Her home at the top, in a neighborhood he could only imagine was chalk full of manicured lawns and perfectly healthy families. As they rounded the top he halted his peddling and let gravity take control, “hold on!” He yelled over the sound of wind in his ears.

Her hands squeezed tightly around his and she leaned into him. Her backpack pressed against his chest and her head fell back against his shoulder putting full trust in his ability to keep them steady. He watched as she closed her eyes and let the wind fill her hair and Eddie just knew that she felt the same.

They were flying together.

Eddie could feel the first genuine smile on his lips that he’d had in a long time. The feeling of freedom and not caring about the world around them. Letting her spirit guide him in this new feeling of not being afraid.

They finally pulled up outside the trailer, and Eddie brought the bike to a screeching halt, offering out his hand as Peyton jumped off, letting out a musical laugh that tickled his ears and made his heart sing.

“That… was incredible,” she breathed, spinning around to see Eddie gently placing her bike against the front steps.

He laughed with her, and grinned, “I’m glad you think so,” in a fit of confidence, he walked up to her and brushed his hand through her long hair, fixing the pieces that were now sticking up from the wind. It was just as soft as he’d imagined, until Eddie realized what he was doing and retreated his hand, a blush creeping up his neck, “sorry…”

“Thanks,” she fixed the rest of her hair herself and flickered her eyes to the trailer with a soft smile.

Eddie cleared his throat, and gestured dramatically to his home, “Welcome to my castle,” he offered her his arm, “right this way…”

“Such a gentleman,” Peyton giggled, wrapping her arm under his once more.

They walked up the front steps and Eddie pulled open the front door, “after you, sweetheart,” he tried his best to sound confident as the nerves of her being in his home set in once more. Butterflies swarmed his stomach as she once more shot him that beautiful smile as she thanked him, taking a few steps inside.

Eddie walked in and shut the door behind him. He turned towards Peyton and his knees nearly gave out at the sight of her in the middle of his trailer looking back at him with soft expectant eyes. He almost pinched himself just to make sure this moment was actually happening, that it wasn’t just one of the foolish little daydreams that littered his brain. The pinch would probably get him to talk too, instead of just staring at her holding his breath as he was doing now.

He watched as she fiddled with the strap of her backpack, a faint crease forming between her brows while she chewed softly at the corner of her lip before being the braver one of the two and breaking the silence.

“Um, shoes off? Or?”

“Oh, um, yeah yeah. You can throw your bag over there too. Here, let me-” Eddie rushed through his words as he began to kick off his boots and moved forward to take her bag off her shoulders, stumbling over his feet in the process. Peyton grabbed onto his arm to try to stop his fall but he took her down with him unintentionally.

Peyton landed atop him, her hands gripped into his shirt, with a shocked look on her face. “Oh god,” she blushed, “I’m sorry, are you hurt?” She asked, looking over him.

“Never better,” he smiled, trying to hide his amusement. He had been waiting to be this close to her, in this exact way all school year and yet now that he was in such a compromising position he wasn’t sure he was ready to chase that dream.

His eyes flickered to her lips, and instinctively her eyes followed his trail, her cheeks flushing with nerves. “Here,” she pushed off him and came to a stumbly stance over him with her hand extended to help him up. “How about that pizza?”

“I’ll have to order it,” he sighed, hoping that Argyle would answer the phone. He owed him a favor and Eddie didn’t have any money but when he had invited Peyton over for pizza that wasn’t at the forefront of his mind.

He walked to the phone, stripping it from the wall and pressed it to his ear as he watched Peyton survey her surroundings. He was more nervous than he had expected, wanting to know what was turning in her pretty little head as he listened to the dial tone.

Eddie could feel his heart hammering in his chest as he watched her moving about. He let out a breath and shook his head, trying to shake off the feeling that was creeping back in. He pressed the pizza place's number and a wash of relief came over him when Argyle did answer the phone.

After ordering the pizza, and getting Argyle to agree to his terms, he hung up the phone and turned back to his guest. Ok be cool, just wait for the pizza, he thought to himself.

“Pizza should be here in fifteen minutes,” he sighed and cleared his throat as he moved over to flop onto the couch.

Peyton shot him a soft smile, and sauntered over to sit beside him, “There’s uh, a lot of caps on the walls”

Eddie laughed and looked around as he nodded, “Yeah my uncle is kind of a collector. Anywhere he goes, he has to get one to bring back,” he explained, “the funny part is, he actually wears all of them, switches it out every few days.”

“That is pretty impressive… your place is really nice Eddie,” she swiped her tongue along her bottom lip and looked down as she fidgeted with her hands, “it really feels like a home”

Taking in her words, he wasn’t really sure what she meant. Eddie looked around the trailer and saw little reminisces of his life with his uncle, and a soft smile appeared on his lips. There were a couple of pictures of him as a boy, that one time his uncle tried to get him to play baseball and a couple of years later at his first guitar concert. It had taken her words for Eddie to actually realize the amount of work his uncle had put in to make this place home just for him.

“Thanks,” He answered quietly, rubbing his hand into the back of his neck, “hey there’s a stack of movies by the TV if you want to pick one, whatever you want to watch,” he commented, changing the subject over to something else and grinning over at his guest as he caught her gaze.

She bit her lip, smiling at him and not helping the thundering in his chest as she made her way over to the stack.

“Any preference?” Payton asked peering over her shoulder at him.

The sunset through the windows caught the golden flecks in her eyes, the amber strands of hair that poked through the dark brown and the way her lips were a perfect shade of pink all making his jaw drop slightly as he watched her. Suddenly she was the most beautiful thing in his trailer.

Finally, he shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. “No preference.” He said softly getting up to help her look.

A wide smile beamed over her lips as she picked up a copy of The Breakfast Club.

“Have you seen this?” She asked.

He wanted to lie and tell her no. But the truth was he’d watched it about ten times so far.

“Classic bad boy falls in love with the good girl?” He grinned, “that’s right up my alley.”

“Good,” she smiled, “because it’s one of my favorites.”

Eddie smiled, resting his hand on top of the VHS tape his fingers brushing the inside of her wrist as she let him take the tape. He sucked in a breath feeling tiny fireworks shoot up his arm from the warmth of her skin.

Quickly he pulled his hand back, the VHS clattering to the floor between them.

“Shit.” He mumbled kneeling down to pick it up hearing her giggle as she looked down at him. Dark brown eyes meeting hers.

“There are those nerves again.” She smirked.

He exhaled a shaky deep breath as he straightened back up again with the tape, feeling the redness creeping up along his neck. He had to admit it, to be honest it was pretty obvious, he was feeling like a mess. Clumsy and acting like he hadn’t a clue how to act around girls. Or for the fact any human being in his state.

But this was Peyton Morris. In his trailer. With just a small gap between them with her head slightly tilted to the side, a warm smile lingering on her lips that continued to spread through him.

A dream that somehow had come true.

“You don’t have to be nervous around me, Eds, I don’t exactly bite.” Both chuckled as more warmth spread through him when she gently placed her hand over his. “I’m really glad you invited me over. I needed this escape from my reality. To let loose and have fun.”

Eddie cleared his throat and nodded, trying not to suffocate from the way his pulse raced from their touch. “Sorry…and I’m really glad you didn’t neglect me…”

She giggled, that adorable little giggle with her sparkling, mesmerizing eyes. “From the words of Eddie Munson? I could never.”

If it weren’t for the distant knock on the door that turned clearer the third time, he wouldn't have been able to move from his frozen spot. Peyton nodded her head to the door with a soft smile and he scurried to make his way over.

Opening the door, Argyle stood with the pizza cardboard in his hands with a huge grin on his colorful, patterned clothing that could be seen from space.

“Eyo brochacho! The free pizza for the man himself has arrived!” He bowed his head and reached out the box for Eddie like he was offering it to royalty.

“Thanks, man,” He grabbed the box from his friend. “Talk to ya later okay bye,” with that, he slammed the door closed. Maybe it was his nerves that took over or-

No, definitely his nerves.

“Pizza is here,” Eddie said on his way to the couch, not really thinking about it. He set the pizza down on the table in front of the couch, just like he always did with his uncle. Just when he realized that this wasn’t the perfect way to eat pizza with a girl he liked - or at least he thought it was - his cheeks heated up and he looked at Peyton.

“I-I’m sorry, we should eat at the dinner table, I-” he grabbed the pizza box and stood up, looking around hectically before Peyton stopped him by touching his arm.

“The couch is just fine, Eddie. We wanted to watch a movie, remember?” she giggled and Eddie's cheeks turned a darker red.

“Right,” he breathed out and giggled. He was embarrassed. How was this pretty, perfect girl still here? With a guy like him? He felt the insecurity growing stronger with each thought he had.

He popped the top of the box, his nerves getting the best of his schoolboy heart as she hovered over him wanting a look. She sat down next to him and tucked her foot under her bum so she could still reach the pizza. “Oh shit... I mean…shoot,” he went to stand to get plates but Peyton leaned over and snatched a piece into the palm of her hand.

“Oh…” he bit his tongue and watched her with big eyes as she munched down on the hot dough and spicy sauce. Her eyelashes fluttered and she sunk into the cushions of the couch happily

“I haven’t had pizza in so long,” she hummed, taking another bite. “Mom says it’s too greasy for dad, they’re on some weird health kick. All we eat is turkey meatloaf and vegetables…” she mumbled as she chewed.

Eddie should have been eating, or talking…really anything but staring but he couldn’t help himself. Peyton fricken Morris, snuggled on his couch in her socks, speed eating pizza like she was starving and somehow she still looked like an angel. Eddie had deemed himself the luckiest son of a bitch on the planet.

“Is there something on my face?” She looked at him with wide eyes, pausing with her teeth half-sunk into a piece of pepperoni.

“No, you’re perfect.” He smiled.

Eddie‘s skin was now flaming hot. He couldn’t help himself. The words just slipped out so easily, it was so obvious to him. Hell, she was a living dream but he feared he was being too forward and that she would find his choice of words weird…

Until she blinked up at him with her big, amber doe eyes, her cheeks dusted pink in the most adorable way as a soft smile spread across her plump lips.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Munson.” She teased as she took a big bite, reaching for another piece to offer him. “Eat now before I finish it alone.”

He accepted the piece with a bashful smile, he could practically hear his own heartbeat drumming in his ears by now. He took a bite and savored the flavors, leaning back to rest his head against the headrest as he hummed in satisfaction.

“This is so so good.” He said with his mouth still full of the tasty pizza.

Peyton bit down on her bottom lip, failing to hold back a smile.

Eddie raised a brow, swallowing down the rest of the dough. “Huh?”

She pointed to her chin as she nodded her head toward him. “You have something just here.”

Before Eddie had time to wipe away the mess he’d made, feeling more than embarrassed, she leaned forward and swiped her thumb over his chin. It was a quick movement, but her touch sent shots of electricity through his whole body, sparking something up in his fluttering heart.

For a moment, Eddie’s mind went completely fuzzy, only focusing on the beautiful girl sitting in front of him. What had Argyle put in this pizza? It had to have been something to make him act this way.

Eddie took another bite of pizza before launching himself up and moving over to the TV, “guess this works better if we turn it on huh?” He joked, popping the VHS into the player and grabbing the remote before plopping himself back down beside Peyton.

Her soft giggles were like music to his ears as he hit play and fast-forwarded through all the commercials at the start, stopping just as the intro music began for the movie.

Peyton cocked her eyebrow at him and smirked, “that was pretty skilled, it was almost as if you knew exactly when to hit play,” she teased.

Eddie shrugged as he took another large bite of pizza, “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he retorted pulling more of her musical laughs out of her. It was very easily turning into one of his favourite sounds.

The two of them sat there and polished off their medium pizza easily between the two of them, as the movie played in the background. His eyes flickering to the beautiful brunette sat beside him every once in a while, just to make sure she was still there and real. Suddenly, he felt Peyton’s leg land in his lap as she hooked her calf around his knees, getting more comfortable on the couch.

He looked over at her as his breath caught in his throat, and she gave him a soft smile.

“Is this okay?” She whispered,

All Eddie could do was nod in response as he gently placed his hand on her ankle and rubbed his thumb against the sliver of skin that was visible between the hem of her jeans and her sock. When she didn’t instantly pull her leg away from him, he let out a small sigh of relief and tried his best to turn his attention back to the screen.

The sound of the front door opening pulled his attention quickly away from the screen, as Peyton’s leg retreated from on top of his. Wayne stepped inside and cocked his eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Uncle Wayne! I thought you were at work?” Eddie’s eyes flickered between Peyton and his uncle quickly as he sat up.

His uncle let out a deep chuckle, and tilted his head to the side, “Forgot my lunch in the fridge and came home to get it, is that okay with you nephew?” He questioned, with a smirk on his lips, “you know I expected you to be up to no good when I got here but this…”

“Oh right! Uh, uncle Wayne, this is Peyton - Peyton this is my uncle Wayne,” Eddie cleared his throat.

“If I hadn’t done a double take, I would have thought you were curled up on the sofa with Harrington for a moment,” his uncle rubbed the back of his neck with his hand as his eyes passed between the two of them, a sly smirk creeping up on his face. “It’s nice to meet you, Peyton,” he extended a grime covered hand to her and before Eddie could scold him for being embarrassing Peyton took it without gripes and shook it.

“You have a lovely home,” she said, sitting up as he let go of her. “And don’t tell Steve but my hair is definitely nicer than his.”

Wayne laughed with a nod of his head, “I like you,” he smiled, “she’s funny.”

Peyton sat up a little straighter as Eddie tried to evaporate into the couch, he was ten seconds from turning into the fibres of cotton when Wayne clapped his hands together awkwardly. “Can I speak to you?” he asked, nodding toward the other end of the trailer.

“I’ll be right back,” he went to put his hand over Peyton’s but pulled back nervously. “I’m sorry.”

Eddie slowly sauntered over to where his uncle was standing at the end of the hallway and clasped his hands together with a frown, “Okay, first of all, that thing with Harrington happened one time, let it go,” he quipped, “second of all before you say anything…”

“Boy, I will smack you upside the head if you keep talking,” Wayne crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow as his eyes flickered to the girl sitting in their living room, “is there a conversation we need to have right now before I go back to work?”

“Wha- Oh god, no! No, no,” Eddie shook his head, dramatically waving his hands in front of himself, “it’s not like that, she’s just here to hang out!”

“Well having the Morris girl in my living room was not exactly what I was expecting when I walked in that front door, pardon me for being curious” he cleared his throat, looking down at his nephew, “do her parents know she’s here?”

With a shrug of his shoulders, he let out a small sigh, “I don’t know, we didn’t really talk about it…”

Wayne let out a breath, and placed a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, “I am making the terrible decision to trust you here, but make sure she gets home at a reasonable hour, you hear me?”

“Yes Wayne, I know…” Eddie mumbled.

A loud clap of his uncle's hands made both Eddie and Peyton jump a little, as he moved back into the living room with a smile, “So Peyton, did Eddie tell you about that time he got himself stuck underneath the trailer because he tried to befriend a raccoon?”

“No,” Peyton looked between them with a curious glimmer in her gorgeous brown eyes. “But that sounds like Eddie and I would love to hear it,” she laughed.

“Maybe another time,” Eddie mumbled, trying to hurry Wayne from the trailer before he did any more embarrassing damage. The heat from his weird questions still tingled at the base of his neck and he could feel how hot his cheeks had gotten. “You have to get back to work!”

“You kids be good,” Wayne warned with his best dad voice, making Eddie smile nervously, “and stay on the couch Edward.” He gave a pointed silent threat to behave himself piled atop the previous, light-hearted one.

When the trailer door finally slammed shut Eddie walked back to Peyton and sat down on the couch across from her, resting his arm against the back of it. She sunk against the back of the couch giving him the reach to wrap a strand of her soft hair around his finger.

Eddie let the silence wrap around them as he concentrated on the small strand of her silky soft hair. The smell of pizza had dissipated allowing the warm vanilla scent of her perfume to envelope him as she scooted ever so slightly closer to him, causing their knees to brush together.

The butterflies once again took over his body and Eddie cleared his throat, as he rewound the film back to where they had been interrupted. Peyton settled back in beside him, leaning her body into his and pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she softly smiled up at him.

“Your uncle seems really cool,” she commented, nuzzling her cheek into his shoulder.

Swallowing thickly, he nodded slowly and turned his chocolate brown eyes down to meet hers, “yeah he’s uh, he’s pretty great. Don’t tell him I said that though, I’ll never hear the end of it,” he chuckled.

“Your secret is safe with me,” Peyton whispered, nudging him playfully.

“I am forever in your debt m’lady,” he rubbed lazy circles on her shoulder with his thumb as they watched the movie.

Eddie waited with a bated breath between each soft fit of laughter that came from her, nervous as hell as the time ticked on and the movie was coming to an end. He had waited hours, days, and weeks to have this moment with her and now that it was here it was like time was racing by and he couldn’t figure out how to slow it down. Her eyes were heavy as the credits began to roll and Eddie softly nudged her to wake her up, “Peyton?” he whispered to her.

An adorable squeaky yawn pulled from her chest and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the cute sound, “you should probably get home. I can walk you to the top of the hill?” He offered. And if I’m lucky, I can find the courage to kiss you. He thought to himself as she stretched and stood up clumsily from the couch.

“That movie was funny,” she hummed as she slung her backpack over her shoulders.

Eddie opened the trailer door and the cool spring air hit his face making him scrunch up his nose from the stinging cold. He looked back at Peyton, realizing she hadn’t worn a sweater, “hold on,” he walked to where he had shucked off his leather jacket and lifted it up to her to put on.

“Eddie,” she giggled, “won't you be cold?”

“You have further to go and I’ll be okay,” he smiled, urging her to put it on.

Peyton swung the leather jacket over her shoulders and tucked her arms through the sleeves. She looked at each hand and smiled softly, “what’s with the chains?”

“Oh uh, that jacket belonged to my father... It’s a long story but the seams were letting go and I - I thought it looked cool,” he confessed with nervous laughter.

“It does look cool, I like it,” Peyton climbed onto her bike and the two of them started their way out of the trailer park and up the road. “Thank you for today by the way… I did mean it when I said it was nice to escape my reality for a bit.”

Eddie’s smile never seemed to leave his lips as he listened to her, stuffing his hands in his hoodie pocket, “I’m glad I could help… your - your welcome over any time you need that, or just anytime,” he rambled.

It was hard to tell whether he was shivering from the evening chill or his nerves of a potential goodnight kiss, but either way, he felt every muscle in his shoulders and jaw tense as he tried to stop himself from shaking.

“Honestly it was nice having company, usually when my uncle works all night I just walk around that trailer by myself with my guitar,” Eddie admitted.

“Maybe you can play for me next time,” she offered, peddling as slowly as she could to match Eddie’s pace. “I miss hearing you play,” she said and then looked away from his as her cheeks flushed red.

“When did you hear me play?” He asked, silently begging her to look back over at him.

“Last year chess club used to get out after school and you…” she rocked her head back and forth nervously, “you sometimes were in the band room playing the guitar with your friends.”

“Chess club?” Eddie raised an eyebrow at her.

“If you tell anyone Munson, I’ll march back to your house and ask your Uncle Wayne for baby photos,” she threatened playfully.

“Okay, okay!” He held up both arms in surrender, “who knew you were such a dork!”

“Eddie!” She scoffed, embarrassment lacing her voice.

“I have Wayne, you play chess. A secret for a secret,” he laughed, his chest contracting tightly as they reached the top of the hill. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye to her, but he certainly wasn’t going to risk walking her into the gated community. That was asking for Hopper to pick him up on loitering or something… “I had a really good time tonight.”

Peyton hummed softly, and pressed her feet into the pavement, looking out at the big houses that lined the street beside them, “I did too…” she spoke quietly, chewing on the inside of her cheek, before turning her gaze to meet his, the light from the street lamp catching her face in a perfect glow, “I’ll see you at school tomorrow?”

Eddie nodded slowly and clicked his tongue as he watched her start to move towards the gates, “Goodnight Peyton,” he smiled.

“Goodnight Eddie,”

And with that, Eddie watched as she peddled down the street into her neighbourhood. Taking a couple of steps backwards, he turned and slowly made his way back home down the hill. He let the cool air hit his face and allowed his thoughts to wander. Her laughter and the small scrunch of her nose flashed through his mind and the smile that had been plastered on his lips all night grew wider.

He practically floated his way back into the trailer and settled himself at the dining room table as he started scribbling ideas for a new song, the words flowing out through his fingertips so easily as he pictured the way her eyes shone in the sunlight.

Eddie wasn’t sure when he fell asleep but he only dreamed of how feathery her hair felt between his fingertips and how the left side of her smile curled a little higher than the right. The sound of a plate scrapping across the table shook him from sleep and he opened one eye lazily to inspect what smelled so delicious.

“Waffles for lover boy,” Wayne said, “so did you, you know…” he raised an eyebrow and Eddie tilted his head to the side in confusion. “What do you kids call it now? Kiss, make out?”

“Don’t ever say that again,” Eddie groaned, “and no cause I'm a coward,” he sighed heavily and slammed his forehead against his notepad in frustration.

“Will hot cocoa make it better?” He set the Garfield mug on the other side of the table.

“I’m not a little kid,” he groaned, rolling his head to the side to see Garfield's stupid face mocking him for not kissing the girl he liked. “Does it have marshmallows?”

A deep chuckle escaped his uncle as sat opposite his nephew, “I wouldn’t cheap you out like that, you know that. Now tell me what happened”

“I froze up… I walked her up the hill and looked into her neighbourhood and realized she’d never actually go for me like that so I just… I don’t know,” Eddie groaned, stabbing his fork into the waffle. “She deserves better than me uncle Wayne,” he grumbled.

Wayne placed his mug hard on the table, “you listen to me right now Edward Munson, that girl would be lucky to have you in her life, no matter where she’s from. And based on what I saw last night, she knows it too, so pick yourself up, eat your breakfast and get your ass to school so I can sleep”

The boy's head shot up as he eyed his uncle, “Does that mean…”

“Yes you can take the car, I don’t have the energy to deal with you this morning,” He mumbled, sipping his coffee, “But you have to promise me you’ll go to class and stay there or else you’ll never take that car or a car of your own and I’ll get Hopper to take your license until you graduate, do you hear me?”

Eddie beamed as he shoved half of the waffle into his mouth, quickly gathering his school things. "THANKS, WAYNE!" He exclaimed mouth still full of food.

He practically ran to the door, swinging it open and heading outside. Eddie stopped in his tracks, barely making it to the front step before he ran back to the door. He pulled it open glancing over at the table where his uncle still sat, car keys dangling off his index finger as he read the newspaper, sipping on his coffee non-bothered.

A laugh bubbled in his chest as he raced back over and grabbed the keys. "Right, thank you again." He said this time making his way back out to the car without another thought. Only the excitement of seeing the long golden brown hair and dark eyes made his skin feel like it was on fire.

Eddie climbed into the car, turning off the southern rock his uncle insisted on listening to and shoving the Metallica cassette he hid in the center console into the player. He stuck the key into the ignition and began strumming on his leg as he backed out of the driveway, his fingers wrapped around the steering wheel, hitting every chord and slide.

He sang his heart out as the excitement in him built like a stoked flame as he got closer to school. He parked the car and grabbed his bag, mentally marking the shortest route to her locker in his mind as the dejavu began to kick in.

Eddie had parked in the west lot so he could avoid all the football players and hopefully cut Peyton off around the corner on her way to English class. His boots scuffed against the hallway floors as he moved as fast as he could without full-on running. He flattened out his messy shirt and tried to appear presentable as he went to round the corner only to come to a dead stop.

“My dad yelled for almost an hour last night,” Peyton’s voice was low and hushed as she leaned against her locker with her back to him across from Nancy Wheeler. She was wearing a sunny yellow sweater and a pair of jeans, his leather jacket was gripped in her hand tightly.

Eddie wanted to reach out, make his presence known but the conversation sounded private and the weight on his chest felt like a thousand pounds as Nancy spoke. “That’s what you get for going down to the trailer park,” she shook her head, her eyes drifted up to where Eddie stood watching the disappointment seep across his face.

“Eddie is...nice,” Peyton fought and he waited, hopeful that she would stand up for him.

“But he lives in the trailers, his uncle barely affords that and there are more than enough basketball players to go around.” Nancy raised an eyebrow, “you’re better than him.”

Eddie couldn’t stomach whatever Peyton had to say next, he took off down the hallway, busting out the door back into the parking lot. He stared down at his shoes, trying to find a way to get air into his lungs as the disappointment threatened to swallow him whole.

He knew it. This whole time he knew their differences would get in the way and yet his uncle let him have that small glimmer of hope. Hope that she would see past the trailer park and their status in this town. Hope that she would actually see him and in a matter of sheer seconds, that hope was ripped from his body of bulldozed by non-other than Nancy Wheeler.

Leaning against the side of his car, Eddie pulled a smoke out of his hoodie pocket and stuffed it between his lips, lighting it and taking a long drag. He wasn’t sure why this came as a surprise or why any of this hurt so much, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was right all along. Peyton did deserve better than him.

“Rough morning, sport?” A smooth voice came from beside him as his best friend leaned against the car.

Eddie blew out a cloud of smoke and looked down at his boots, “Not now, Harrington, I’m really not in the mood.”

Steve put his hands up in defence, “alright, alright, I’m just here to say that whatever those football jerks said or did, you know I’ve got your back if you want to kick their asses,” he commented backing away, “you know where to find me”

With a deep sigh, Eddie closed his eyes and shook his head, “it’s Peyton… I knew she deserved better than me and apparently she thinks so too,” He mumbled.

“What? No way!” Steve placed his hands on his hips and frowned at Eddie, “based on the way I saw her looking at you yesterday, there’s no way that’s true!”

“It is, Steve! I heard her talking to Nanc…” he chewed on his bottom lip before taking another long drag of his smoke.

Steve let out a breath and moved back over to his friend, clapping him on the shoulder, “maybe you missed part of the conversation,”

“No what she said was pretty clear,” he replied sarcastically.

“Look, don’t write it off until you talk to her yourself, okay? I have to get to practice or the coach will kill me, but just trust me on this one, she likes you, man,” Steve shot his friend a soft smile before jogging across the parking lot and into the soccer field.

Eddie sighed, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder. He wasn’t ready to talk to her. Everything he felt this morning rushing out of the house to be able to see her was washed away with the girl’s words.

Maybe Steve was right. Maybe he had missed the conversation but it didn’t help the dread that crept through him. He hoped he was wrong, that he misheard and someday they’d live happily ever after. This wasn’t a movie though and so far life hadn’t mimicked Hollywood for him. He’d never be John Bender and Peyton wasn’t his Claire Standish.

He tossed his smoke to the ground, snubbing it out with the toe of his boot. Class sounded like a drag but he knew that if he didn’t go, Uncle Wayne would never let him take the car again.

Eddie made his way inside, brushing past people in the hallway as he made his way to Biology. If anyone was going to give him a hard time about skipping a class it was going to be Mr. Ward and today he wouldn’t be able to take the humiliation. He’d been humiliated enough.

When the class room door opened, he pulled his hood further over his eyes, forcing himself invisible as he found a seat in the back of the class. Without a word he pulled his items from his bag and listened as Ward dragged on about some random facts he had no interest in paying attention to.

His eyes fell over to his normal spot finding Peyton sitting back in her seat, hair tucked back behind her ears and scribbling in her notebook. After a few moments her head lifted slightly, turning to peer back at him like she could feel his gaze on her.

A soft smile spread across her lips, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes and one that made that sinking feeling in his gut feel more real than before. He didn’t smile back. Eddie just sunk further into the seat and stared at the empty notebook paper sitting in front of him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her smile fall and brows furrow. It took everything in him not to look up at her again.

Don’t look up, don’t look up, don’t look up. He willed himself.

The bell rang sooner than he expected after feeling like every minute was dragging out longer and longer and as soon as it did Eddie shoved everything he had into his bag and raced out of the classroom. He didn’t want to run into her or risk the inevitable rejection she was waiting to give him.

No, instead he swiftly made his way down to the band room. The one place in school that he could hide without getting into trouble. Mr. Corbin was the only teacher that took the time to treat Eddie like another human and not just another failed student.

He pushed open the band door, grinning as soon as he saw the red electric guitar sitting perfectly in it’s stand as if it were waiting for him.

“Munson, you aren’t supposed to be here yet.” He heard a voice call from the corner. His eyes tracked the voice, Mr. Corbin stood rearranging sheet music as he watched Eddie float towards the guitar.

“I know, but…” he stammered for a moment, “it’s been a rough day, can I just hide out here today? I promise I won’t be in the way and I’ll only practice during class breaks.” Eddie pleaded.

Corbin watched him for a moment before nodding. “You’re lucky there’s only a few hours left.” He pointed a stack of papers at him, “You were never here and I never saw you.”

Eddie couldn’t help the thankful smile that spread over his features, “thanks Mr. Corbin.”

He nodded once before disappearing into his office. Eddie spent the rest of the afternoon playing riff after riff until they turned into something he didn’t recognize, meshing songs together until they melded together.

Time had slipped away from him. This was his happy place, playing music forcing himself into the notes and finding new ways to flare the chords to make the music he loved.

He hadn’t even realized that the door to the bandroom swung closed until he felt something tossed to his feet.

Eddie stopped playing, glancing down to see his leather jacket laying on the floor in front of him. Shit. His eyes tracked up to find Peyton standing in front of him. Something between a mix of anger and sadness plastered over her features.

“Pey–” He breathed, setting the guitar carefully back into it’s stand. “Why have you been avoiding me Eddie?” She asked, hurt standing clear in her voice.

His brows knit together.

“You’ve not said one word to me today and I thought that–” She stopped herself, gnawing on her bottom lip as he watched her.

“Thought what?” Eddie asked, “because it seemed pretty clear this morning that I am not good enough to be seen with Peyton Morris.” He bit. “What was it Wheeler said? There’s plenty of basketball players to go around?”

Her lip trembled as he forced the hurt from his voice and hid it with anger.

“She didn’t mean that,” Peyton defended.

“Yes she did. You and I both know if Wheeler is one thing it’s brutally honest.” He bent over to pick up his jacket, laying it on the chair behind him, “I just didn’t think that you’d agree with her.”

“Eddie, I didn’t–don’t agree with her!” She blurted, tossing her backpack to the floor at her feet. “Nancy is a good friend but doesn’t see anything past the gates of our neighborhood. She doesn’t understand what it feels like to fall–”

His eyes widened slightly as she paused. Eddie took a step towards her, cautious and careful, “fall?”

Peyton let out a sigh, running her fingers through her hair and gripping the root before looking back up at him, “to fall for a guy like you.”

There it was.

“A guy like me?” He exhaled a hollow laugh, “trailer park trash?”

She huffed, stomping her foot, “No Eddie! To fall for a guy who wants nothing more than to see me smile! One who actually tries to make me smile.” Peyton swiped away a tear that had fallen down her cheek as they stared at each other. She sucked in a breath before letting out a deep sigh, “Eddie you’re the only person who makes me happy. Like really happy and yesterday was just more proof of how right I was about the good in you.”

“We can’t do this,” he whispered as much as it pained him to admit it. No one was going to let the troublemaker be with the good girl.

She stepped towards him, taking a fist full of his shirt in her hands, “I don’t care what they want, Eddie, I care about what you want.” She looked up at him through thick lashes, “I care about you.”

His breath felt like it was stuck in chest as he realized just how close they were. Eddie searched her eyes, looking for any glimpses of a lie but found none. Regardless of the doubt swirling through him, his hand found her waist as the opposite rested against her cheek. A tiny boost of confidence corded its way through him.

“Your father will never let this happen,” he urged.

“I don’t care what he says.”

Eddie smiled, “this is gonna be a rough ride princess,”

Peyton finally laughed as another tear falling from her eye as he quickly wiped it away for her.

“Good thing I’ve got a knight in shining armor then,” Her index finger tapped against the middle of his chest, telling him that it was in fact him that she meant.

Eddie ran his thumb over her cheek before leaning in riding the wave of courage coursing through him as his nose brushed against hers, “I’m sorry I avoided you today.” he whispered, lips brushing against hers.

“I’m sorry Nancy said what she did,” she whispered back at him.

He shook his head, shaking off the feelings he had earlier today before pressing his lips to hers in a timid kiss. His mouth carefully slotting over hers as fireworks exploded in his stomach. Eddie felt her twist his shirt further in her hands as she tried to pull him closer to her, melting into him and him her.

Every doubt and worry he had dissipated the moment her lips touched his and even if it was only for a moment or for a day, he’d cherish any second he could get with the girl who felt forbidden but held his heart firmly in the palm of her hand.

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whoserye · 2 years ago

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Y/N ‘the freak’ Munson

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cursing, bullying, violence, Jason(again), angst, SH(sexual Harassment), talk of self harm, mentions of suicide.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: once you walk in through the school doors, everyone’s staring at you, not knowing why. Did you mess up your makeup, were you’re spider patterned tights lopsided, was your hair messed up from the crazy driving of your older brother? Or was it the fact you were the one everyone expected to be the shy girl, who just happened to be related to the outgoing guy. You didn’t really think anything bad of Hawkins until it was only your second day. Now you saw what your brother meant when he said it was hell.

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It was probably 9:00AM on a Monday, your first day starting at where your brother was. Right after you completely got ready in your black demonia platforms, black and red heavy metal shirt, long black flowey skirt, black fishnet tights, and your short brown outgrown boycut pulled back so the sides aren’t struggling to be up— you storm to your living room just so you can sneak a small snack, hoping your older brother won’t notice since he’s already in the van, waiting for you.

The ride to Hawkins high was very fun in your eyes, but to other people it would be considered, “attempt murder”, which was an overkill of words. You hopped out the passenger seat after grabbing your black backpack, full of Metallica, Iron Maiden, and other heavy metal band pins you could find around your local record stores near the front.

You stepped your first step into the Hallway of the big school building, where people were immediately talking about you just because you were smiling softly. Or so you thought. Later, in the cafeteria, you were walking away from the lunchline and went to find a seat, until a unfamiliar grasp pulled you back and there you were, sitting on the floor, where everyone was staring and laughing at you. You didn’t cry, scream, or panic, you just got back up and left the food on the floor.

As you made your way to the full table of a mix of freshmen and seniors, you spot your brother. You poke his shoulder gently, making everyone at the table turn around to look at you. He turns around as well, quickly seeing the semi-sad smile you had placed on your face. “Where’s your food?” He said looking down at your empty hands before standing up to hug you.

You sighed deeply into the hug, wrapping your arms around him. “Who the he-“ Mike started before Eddie interrupted him with a introduction.

“Guys, this is my little sister, Y/N. Be nice to her, but not too nice.” The taller figure glared at every single one of the boys, mainly the freshman.

“Why is she sitting with us, exactly?” Mike said in a rude tone like he wasn’t just told that their related. He was suspicious to just about everyone he didn’t know.

“Yeah, I get that you two are siblings and all but, does she really have to sit 𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚?” Garreth Emerson had spoke out. You didn’t really know Garreth very well but what you did know was that he was always jealous of you, interrupting their band practices.

Eddie rolled his eyes and groaned, pulling his hands down his face. “Can you two shut up, you both were just little tiny fish in the big sea, no clue how to navigate your way around this damn school. I came into your life to show you your not alone, so just do the same, okay?” You quirked an eyebrow up, smiling, slightly proud of him.

You took a seat for the last half of the lunch time, just observing how the boys were around each-other. Once the bell rang, you got up out of your seat and turned to start walking towards the exit of the room, your older brother standing near the door like he was waiting for you, looking at you with a big grin. Once you caught up to him, he grabbed your books to budge out of your tiny locker.

Once the second bell rang, telling everyone to be in their classes, you were already sitting in the last desk of the column closest to the window. The classroom soon started flooding in with students, one of the boys walking close enough to your desk just to shove your head against the window, playing it off like an accident. Luckily, you had this class with Eddie, who was already late. When he walked into the classroom, he smiled at you just enough for other people to look back at you, scoffing.

Towards the very end of class, a dude who you were sure was named Jason, turned around in his seat to look at you, smirking nastily. When the last bell for classes finally rang, you were already at your locker, telling your brother how much you think this school will be good for you. “I hope so, Y/N. I just don’t want this to be the same for you as it was for me.” He sighed softly.

“It won’t, Eds. I just think things started off rough mainly because rumors spread before we even moved here.” You sighed but gave him a smile of reassurance and comfort. He nodded and hugged you gently then let go.

You grabbed the rest of your things and quickly shoved them into your backpack. Eddie laughed gently, patting your shoulder. “Alright, you ready?” You nodded for a second the you had spot Jason staring you down with a smirk formed on his lips, which made your mood change and your grin go to a slight frown. Eddie’s expression changed to worry. “What’s wrong?” He said then turned around to also see Jason, who was now glaring at Eddie, in which Eddie got the memo. “What the fuck is your problem, carver?” Eddie barked at the slightly shorter boy as he got closer. You were starting to get a bit worried. “You got a problem with us? Huh?” He said shoving Jason back.

“Get the fuck off of me, freak.” Jason said, seeing you walk over there and smirked slightly again. “Oh hey, babe.” He said ignoring Eddie who was staring at Jason. You were just standing there not really getting why Jason was like that, but you didn’t blame Eddie. Eddie has always been protective over you since you got out of the group home where the other girls did not take kindly to the fact that you were ‘different’.

Eddie did not take that lightly. “What the fuck did you just call her?” He said getting closer to Jason again, backing him up into the wall the closer he got.

“Oh.. now I get it. You two are a thing? Make sense” he scoffed. Eddie lost it and socked Jason straight in the jaw. Not to mention Eddie had not taken his rings off like he usually would before fighting but he also didn’t know Jason would take it that far.

The shorter boy was now standing while holding his jaw and grunted very lowly, which was kind of scary. He lunged at Eddie who fell on the floor but turned Jason, who wasn’t giving up on making Eddie’s face fucked up, over so that way your brother was now on top of Jason and got one more punch in before standing up. Not only did Eddie get more strong since the first time repeating senior year, but he has also gotten more scary. Jason mumbled something that seemed to be disrespectful since Eddie’s face was fuming. “Speak up, carver!” He kicked Jason in the rib. Surprisingly, Jason’s friends weren’t there to help jump Eddie, but Chrissy definitely was and she was looking really worried but on the inside she knew he deserved it.

Jason was trying to sit up, while holding tightly onto his rib which was probably bleeding from the steel toe of your older brothers combat boots. He was trying to get his breathing back on track so he wasn’t wheezing. Thats when he decided to respond to Eddie. “Your pathetic, Y/N. Having your brother fight your own battles.” Eddie was calming down and just grabbed your arm tightly but not hard, pulling you out of the school and to the parking lot towards the van. He tugged the keys out of your bag and hopped in the car, motioning for you to get in as well. His face wasn’t angry anymore, it was fear. Once you sat down in the passenger’s seat, he drove out of the parking lot and straight to the gas station.

You were slightly confused, but didn’t want to question aloud. He dragged the keys out of the ignition and finally spoke. “I’m sorry, Y/N.” He said in a soft, sincere and sweet voice.

You shook your head slightly. “Don’t be. He was right, I shouldn’t have you fight my battles. I should be capable of doing things myself.” You sighed and smiled sadly.

“Don’t do that, I’m your older brother. I’m supposed to stick up for you when you cant. He doesn’t know you, Y/N. But if you want to start fighting for yourself, I’ll be here to teach you. I’ll always be here.” His voice was disappointed. He didn’t know what else to say since you’ve never really had to deal with bullies before the group home. You could tell he just wanted you to be ok.

“I’ll be fine, Eds. I can learn how to do this by myself. I’m sorry I didn’t do anything. I just stood there.. like a damn idiot.” Your voice broke as you were talking, quickly feeling tears fill your eyes. Your hands started shaking and your legs were up on the seat, so you could bury your head in your knees. His heart slightly broke just watching you give up on yourself. He started the car again, driving out of the gas station, forgetting about the drinks he wanted to get you. He didn’t want to leave you in here by yourself and he knew you would fight him over staying in the car.

Once you two reached a unfamiliar house, you picked your head up slightly just enough to see where you were. It had to be one of Eddie’s friends house. “I just need to grab something, your coming in with me. Don’t even think about fighting me on this one.” You nodded and set your legs down, getting out of the car with him.

After a few knocks on the door, a guy that you could’ve recognized if you weren’t so tired, answered. He smiled softly then when he looked at you, he quickly turned his eyes to Eddie, his eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion and worry. “Come in.” His voice was straightforward.

Eddie looked back at you, who was looking at everything around you. You just wanted to go home. Eddie quickly grabbed the things he needed and drove back home with you listening to the music blasting through the speakers.

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The next day, you were in a slightly better mood. You were wearing a black and white striped sweater, baggy jeans, your classic platform sneakers, and your hair in a tiny ponytail with bangs peeking out. You stomped downstairs, going straight to the car that had music blasting through the entire vehicle. You hopped in with your real smile plastered on your face, revealing your slight overbite. Your brother was enjoying the sudden mood change.

As you arrived to the high school, you hopped out and opened the back seat car door, pulling your backpack out and slamming the door shut, walking along side your older brother. Once again, walking in to the school doors made everyone stare at you nasty but this time it was worse. A group of girls walked past you, mocking your movements from yesterday since you just stood there. They laughed at your sudden face change and walked off. You shrugged it off and continued being in a semi good mood.

You were walking to your locker until you were stopped by a very angry Jason, who was bloody and bruised from yesterday. You smirked, loving his reaction to that. “You have fun yesterday, carver?” You Weren’t paying that much attention to him since you were busy shoving your stuff into your small locker. He slammed the locker door shut, catching you off guard. “What-“ the next thing you know. You were pinned to the closed lockers by none other than the douchebag himself, Tommy H. And his stupid friends. “Get off of m-“ you were interrupted by a chilling touch, running up and down your thigh. You felt yourself tearing up, not being able to do anything. You tried pushing them off, but all you could manage to do was scream, which was everyone’s cue to look at you, whispering “she’s such a whore.”,”what the hell is she doing?”. Tommy slapped your cheek really firmly, causing you to start biting your lip to not scream more.

All Eddie heard was screaming and sounds of people judging aloud. He didn’t know what was going on until him walking into the hallway further towards where the crowd was, revealed you, in tears, just wanting to die. He was so disgustingly angry. He didn’t know what to do until he started lunging at tommy, making you think he was going to kill him. You tried to run towards him to pull him off, but the other guys kept you pinned to the locker, watching the boys. Something inside you clicked for you to bite the boy who had his hands on both of your arms.

You just kicked him to the ground as hard as you possibly could. The other guy was trying to help Tommy by trying to pull Eddie back, but his weight was too much for the guy. Once eddie was turned over so Tommy was on top of your brother, that was you turn to jump in. You wrapped your arms around Tommy’s neck just to shock him with a kind of chokehold. It was enough to let Eddie get up and kick Tommy in the stomach a few times as you practically restrained the boy to let your older brother get his few punches in before you booked and ran towards the car after quickly getting your stuff out of your locker, trying to avoid anyone saying anything else, while you guys left Tommy and his friends beaten up on the floor.

It was in the car when you started discretely picking at your arms. You didn’t know why but you just didn’t want to stop. It felt relieving. Eddie was too focused on the road to notice anything off about you.

It was until later when you had got home, he helped you change like he did when you were hurt or upset as a kid. you had completely forgot about the marks, until he pointed them out as he was helping you change your shirt. “What is this, Y/N?” He said sternly, tracing the fresh marks that you had done on your stomach, with his fingers. You had put on another fake smile, which wasn’t hard to tell you were upset.

“Nothing.” You quickly pulled the oversized band tee, flashing a smile, and get up to go to your room. Once you reach the door way, you sigh softly and step in, closing the door. You didn’t really care if Eddie was mad at you for taking your anger out on yourself, but you did care that he wasn’t going to ignore you.

That night, you lay down on your tiny couch instead of your bed, cuddled up next to the jacket that your ex girlfriend had given you. You did have a partner for a long time until you stopped helping yourself, making it hard for her to help you. You just kind of gave up, which made it worse for her to take care of herself if she just spent all her time worrying about you. One day she finally decided to end things. Not just with you but in general.

You thought about her every night wondering what happened til her mom texted you through her phone and told you the whole story and what she had left her own mother on her suicide note. That terrible memory had you thinking. In which you got up, ripped a page from your journal, and started writing. You weren’t going to do what she had done. You started packing your things, not knowing when you’d be back.

“𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐞𝐝𝐬.” -𝐘/𝐍 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

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