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munsonluhvr · 10 months 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 · 11 months 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 · 3 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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wheels-of-despair · 1 year ago

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Evil Woman, Don't You Play Your Games With Me Pairing: Eddie Munson x You Summary: How did Evil Woman get her name? Contains: Black Sabbath references, Eddie Munson bein' the smoothest nerd in Hawkins, pre-relationship cuteness. Words: 600ish

"Is that Ozzy?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at the tape player embedded in the dash, as if it were able to answer your question.

"Yup," Eddie mumbles through a mouthful of the gas station potato wedges you'd picked up to share on the way to Lover's Lake. There wasn't much to see in Hawkins, Indiana - your home for approximately one week - but with a tour guide like Eddie Munson, you'd happily visit every rusty dumpster.

You swallow and pause to listen closer to this unfamiliar song.

"Holy shit. Is this 'Evil Woman'?" You look at Eddie in wonder.

"Yup," he repeats, popping another potato in his mouth.

"What the fuck! Can I?" You reach toward the knob that controls the volume and hesitate. He nods. You turn it up and alternate between staring at the tape player and looking at him with excitement. He smiles and watches you react until the song ends and the next track begins. You twist the volume knob back and turn to him.

"I've been hunting for this for years! I must've pestered every record store employee within an hour of where I used to live! It was only released in Europe! How did you get this?!"

He grins and continues eating until you run out of questions.

"I've got a guy."

"You've got a guy."

"Yup," he smirks.

"You're gonna hook me up, right? You're gonna make me a copy?"

"Depends," he shrugs.

"Depends on what?"

"Depends on if I'm gonna be YOUR guy or not."

A slight blush appears on his face as he watches you process his statement. Did he just? Is that? Oh. You let out a surprised chuckle.

"That was smooth, Munson," you admire.

"Did it work?" he asks cautiously, one eye scrunched as if that'll lessen the impact of a rejection.

"Hm…" You gaze into the distance and pretend to think about it, just to make him sweat a little. Turning back to him and trying to contain your grin, you finally answer: "Yeah. Yeah, I think it did."

"Oh, thank fuck," he exhales.

Eddie was waiting for you in the school parking lot the next morning, bouncing his back against the side of his van with a grin plastered on his face. You parked as close as you could get, grabbed your backpack, and went to join him.

"The cassette you requested, milady," Eddie bows dramatically and presents you with a tape. Every inch of writeable surface is decorated with a custom-made Munson design. You accept it with a smile, but he starts rambling before you can thank him.

"It's the first track on Side A, but I put some other stuff on there I think you'll like too. I know you're a freak who doesn't like Dio yet, but there are a few of those. I will make you a convert, mark my words. And my favorite Sabbath song. And some Anthrax. And one from the new Iron Maiden album. Just… stuff," he finally trails off.

"Much obliged, Dungeon Master," you say with a wink.

His eyes widen, and he swallows hard.

"Say that again?" he asks, voice barely a whisper. God, he's adorable.

You slowly step closer, rising to your tip-toes when you reach him, and whisper breathily into to his ear: "No."

When you return to the ground and grin up at him, he growls and glares and rolls his eyes.

"Alright, Evil Woman, if that's how you wanna play."

#writings of despair #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #it wasn't officially released in the us until 2002 #look at these little bootleggin' babies

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silly1ky · 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.

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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.

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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.

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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 · 4 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 · 4 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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Henderson's Sister // Perv!Eddie Munson X Fem!cheerleader!Henderson!Reader

A/N: tysm anon! ilysm, i took my own bit of a twist on this! i hope that's okay! Pairing: perv!Eddie Munson X Fem!Cheerleader!Henderson!Reader Warnings: Very smutty but no sexual contact between the reader and Eddie??? (Eddie just gets very turned on at the thought of you) swearing, Eddie being a perv, dirty thoughts, slight degradation, masturbation and Eddie just being a fucking perv honestly what do you expect? lmk if I forgot any! Words: 2k AU: N/A not proofread LMK IF U WANT A PART 2!!!1

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"c'mon man! you gotta come! it would be so boring without you!" Dustin begs his older friend "absolutely not. with steve? no." he spoke sternly

"dude! hot chicks will be there, I think Y/n will be there. i can convince her to go," he smirks

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he sighed waving through the crowd, trying to reach his van to rub one out, he felt like his dick was gonna burst out of his jeans at any second, the halls around him started to get a little too warm, and he could feel every part of his body getting flushed by just thinking of you.

you were sitting in your room, now traded your cheer uniform in for a nice comfortable pair of plaid PJ pants and a cute little shirt, music was softly from your turntable, and a random van Halen record was playing, suddenly your brother burst in, not bothering knocking, you were unphased "y/n.. you gotta come to the cabin steve is renting out! eddie Munson will be there!" he shouts excitedly Still unphased you raise an eyebrow

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you bite your lip, thinking about it "whos driving us?" you question

"Harrington?" you pause, "I'm in dusty buns."

Dustin was beyond annoyed, being pressed in a tight little car with you, robin and steve for 3 and a half fucking hours (that felt like a lifetime) while you guys cackled and sang 99.99% of the goddamn way, he was spent, as soon as the car was parked in front of the mini-cabin, Dustin fled from the car very quickly, practically running away from hell in his eyes, you laughed at your little brother, before grabbing the backpack full of your stuff and hauling it inside.

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the sun was at its peak, everyone had finally arrived a couple hours earlier, you found yourself already dipping in the lake, you had found a very nice blow up raft, which you had found yourself settled on, you were wearing a cute little black bikini, the bottoms were tied on either side of your hips, the messy little bows you had tied were the only thing keeping the sinful bottoms up, the top was the same, another lazy bow was tied around your neck to keep your breasts from falling out, you hum as you slide your sunglasses down, lounging on the lake, hoping to get a bit of a tan.

eddie stalked outside "I'm going to beat you to the lake henderson!!" he shouts, running towards the dock, with your annoying brother running after him, both clad in swimming shorts, they were both about to jump in but you stop them "if you two dare to splash me, I will slit both of your throats in your sleep." you grumbled, not looking at them but already knowing what they were about to do before you spoke to them so sternly eddie couldn't help but blush "yes ma'am." he spoke quietly, way too flustered, you smile and return to sun bathing

the sun was still beaming down hard on the party, that wasn't the only thing that was hard, Eddie has been rocking a painful hard on for the past few hours, he was surprised no one saw it through the thin mesh shorts he was wearing, he slid out of the lake, heading over where the older gang was sitting around the coolers, he glanced out at you, you were still floating on the raft, clutching a beer in your left hand and your right arm was dangled over your stomach.

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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.

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''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.

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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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