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ೃ༄HIT DICE (I)

EDDIE MUNSON X HARRINGTON!OC

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✧chapter one: expectations of a buttercup

↳ word count: 6,8k

↳ spoiler warning: seasons 1-3

↳ other warnings: smoking weed, being high, mildly drastic wound description (regarding the Mind Flayer), mentions of death (minor characters)

↳ mentioned songs/artists: Tears for Fears, Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix, Diary of the Madman by Ozzy Osbourne

↳ a/n: hello lovies! I’ve been working on this piece since the ending of vol.2, trying to bring our boy Edds justice. hope you enjoy my little scribbles! if you want to be notified each time I post — comment or dm me!

Sometimes, expectations can appear exorbitant.

For instance, some may anticipate to pass a strenuous test with flying colors. Others may hope to conduct a trenchant analysis of the nagging emotions, seething inside of them. There are also those, who look forward to obtaining wealth; whether it's spiritual or plainly material.

Those things, however, are significantly more likely to be fulfilled while compared with...

"Steve! I swear, I'm going to fuckin' kill you!"

...the expectations regarding your own siblings.

"Geez! Calm down, booger," Steve Harrington sighed loudly, rolling his eyes at the sound of his younger sister re-entering their house.

A spoon he was eating his cereals with was still in his mouth when he heard a harsh noise of the car keys hitting the surface of their wooden kitchen table.

"I've been telling you for the past four days there's something wrong with my car!" The brunette girl bursted out with an expression of utter anger. The kind, people let themselves express only around the closest family members.

"So, uh, have you considered visiting a mechanic?" Steve answered nonchalantly, completely not bothered by the fit of rage his sister was displaying.

"You've promised me to do it!"

With that, Steve Harrington finally took the metal spoon out of his mouth and with the most blank and carefree expression asked, "Did I?"

It was the final nail in the coffin for the already furious girl. Plucking up unspeakable amounts of strength, she gritted her teeth in hopes of keeping her composure steady...

...or rather what had remained of it at that point.

"On Wednesday, to be precise. It's Friday today," she reminded him, inhaling audibly. Just as her mother always ordered her to do when she wanted to calm herself down.

"Well, that's great then, isn't it?" Steve smirked, getting up from his chair as he sloppily placed the bowl and the spoon in the sink. "Friday, weekend... Lot's of free time, 'ya know? Might as well visit the mechanic yourself," he added deliberately, simply to further annoy his younger sibling.

It wasn't surprising at all when his sister let out another frustrated growl. To be frank, it was exactly what Steve had expected and, as the matter of fact, something he would never get tired of.

"It's not about fixing the car now! It's about you not keeping the promises!" The girl was fuming as she walked up to him. "I'm telling you that there's a problem, you're assuring me you'll help me with it, and what? Each time I start the engine, my pretty baby is wheezing and grunting like goddamn Sloth!"

Steve watched in amusement as his sister throws her hands in the air, only to mumble, "I thought sloths are usually really quiet."

The brunette stopped herself to blink twice at her brother's remark.

"I meant the character in the Goonies. You know, the one with fractured skull... Geez! You work in Family Video! You should've gotten the reference," she explained with a sigh, now anxiously stomping her feet.

"What?" Steve chuckled at the sight of his sister suddenly regaining her usual persona.

"Well, I'm waiting for you to drive me to school, idiot. I need to get there somehow," she answered with an excessive amount of confidence in her voice.

"You can always use your bike," he shrugged casually, grabbing, however, the keys to his BMW as he made his way towards the door. With a victorious grin, his sister followed him, mechanically walking up to the front seat of the car. "Hey! We're picking up Robin as well. You gotta sit in the backseat for being a pain in the ass," he added, watching her once again grimacing in disbelief at his antics.

"We could've not have this conversation if you did what you've promised," she murmured, eventually taking her seat in Steve's car.

A Tears for Fears song resounded when the vehicle started. It was immediately followed by Steve's cheeky humming as he made a U-turn, putting his sunglasses on at the same time.

"That's child endangerment," his sister remarked, noting how the maneuver was done with only one of his hands.

"Yeah, why do you think I did that?" Steve grinned from ear to ear, turning up the volume of the radio.

Bickering was something that often occurred between the Harrington siblings, whether done by sheer malice or purely out of boredom. It was a repetitive theme despite the indisputable status of their parents or, maybe, it was that exact spoken social expectation that made the sibling behave abruptly childish when left alone. Just as the two of them were frantically trying to hold onto the only relatively positive aspect of their lives — their carefree childhood.

It would have been an understatement to claim the Harringtons weren't living a comfortable life — quite the opposite actually. With their parents obtaining respectable positions that guaranteed a certain level of wealth, the siblings couldn't complain about lack of money, nor inability to pursue their hobbies. Neither of them were bullied because their upbringing or a particular item of clothing they decided to wear. Neither of them experienced the downsides of live other children at their age faced with everyday.

Due to all of the advantages the siblings had, it was almost impossible to complain about any inconvenience, no matter how grand. Moreover, that fact was making it excruciatingly hard for them to realize that, in fact, they both faced their own demons.

"Is dad coming home this weekend?" The tone in which the question was spoken utterly differed from the one used in conversation that had happened just a while ago.

"No clue. Besides, you're the one that should know. He likes you better," Steve muttered, glancing at his sister's reflection in the back mirror. His answer, however, didn't hold no envy nor jealousy. It was a mere stating of facts, which unfortunately still made his sister feeling a specific type of tingling in her chest.

Guilt.

Rivalry between the Harrington's appeared when they both were attending High School and ended as soon as Steve graduated. While telling his parents he wasn't looking forward to attend a university just yet, they abruptly cut off his allowance, claiming his two options now were to make up his mind, or simply find a job. Steve vividly remembered the agitation on his father's face when this conversation took place. Most importantly, he recalled him and his mother debating whether or not had him to move out. The only thing that made them change their minds was the calm voice of his younger sister, slowly talking them out of the idea. With the politeness of a grand duchess and the debate skills of an Oxford lawyer, the girl singlehandedly stopped a tragedy from happening...

...or that at least he had told Robin the first time she properly met his sister.

Properly, because the two of them were already acquainted with each other. After all, they were peers, attending quite a few classes together for the past three years, now going on four.

"Hi, Dingus... Oh, hi, Stacy!" The door of the car swung open as the voice of Robin Buckley greeted the Harrington siblings. Putting on a seatbelt, she squinted her eyes after ogling her classmate, "Why are you sitting in the backseat?" she asked, amused.

"Ask him, not me," Stacy Harrington shrugged, a sly smirk appearing on her face when she playfully grabbed the sides of her brother's face from behind. "Look at that shit-eating grin. So proud of bullying his little sister," she added with a false notion of hurt.

"Yeah, keep shaking my head. It's not like I'm driving or doing anything else that could potentially cause a car crash," Steve complained in a monotonous tone, causing Stacy to furrow her brow and pretend to choke him, her fingers never touching his neck.

"It's like watching a soap opera with the two of you," Robin exclaimed, her eyes wide open in pure diversion.

"Not my fault he's an airhead," Stacey scoffed.

"Not my fault she's mental," Steve replied in the exact same manner.

It was only a matter of another few minutes when the trio found themselves in the Hawkins High parking lot. With one more insult exchanged between the siblings before saying goodbye, Stacy got out of the car, holding onto her brown leather bag.

"So," Robin started after walking up to her. "Have a good day, Harrington."

The awkwardness with which the sentence was spoken equaled Stacy's response that contained of a quiet, "Yeah..." And even more inaudible, "You too."

Watching the dark-blonde girl disappear into the depth of a school corridor, Stacy tightened the grip on her bag. It had only been a few seconds before her timid expression vanished. The reason for the sudden change? The silhouettes of her classmates appearing on the horizon.

With a polite yet insincere smile she was used to, Stacy waved them hello after fleeing to the bathroom. With a deep sigh, the dark-haired girl rested her palms on the sink that had definitely seen better times.

Another day of being a coward, she thought to herself before she heard the bell ring.

She regretted not chatting with Robin Buckley after they got out of the car. She regretted not being able to drop the role she was still unwillingly pursuing. After all, the two high school seniors were parts of cliques that drastically differed, given not only their social status, but also the general idea of their characters; Robin wasn't popular amongst other students. She was a band geek, who wasn't afraid to reply with a snarky comment. Despite her coyness, she was almost always able to be her most authentic self.

Stacy's role, on the other hand, had been assigned to her the day she enrolled high school. With her brother Steve — formerly known as the King — Harrington, she didn't need to worry about venturing into the extraneous place that contained of stereotypes, social stigmas and, simultaneously, sweaty basketball players, aggressively slamming the door of a locker in front of her face. It came easy to her to find her way in high school after having it already paved by her older brother.

At first, it was like a dream come true — everyone smiling at her sight, not being targeted by the older kids. Herself, Stacy was quite an opinionated and bold teenager. Moreover, she had the audacity to speak her mind without being afraid to be raked over the coals. Therefore, she had gained a fair share of popularity — amongst classmates because of her charisma, and amongst teachers due to her academic skills. A picture perfect scenery, if you were to ask her just two years ago. An ideal high school experience, was what she would have said up until the last summer.

The last summer.

Stacy squinted her eyes in the middle of her math class.

Stacy thought being stuck in the other dimension with her brother and a bunch neighborhood kids last October was bad. She though learning about the existence of the Upside Down was just enough. That, however, did not prepare her for what she was about to witness. Every so often her memory was flooded by the horrid images of the Starcourt Mall massacre. The fire, the gunshots, the ginormous monster made out of the flesh of flayed Hawkins citizens.

And the little pink bow sticking out of its body. The little pink bow that belonged to her classmate, Heather.

Moreover, much like her brother, Stacy Harrington grew up. How could she not? After all, after witnessing what her eyes had seen was enough to mature anyone, especially a preppy girl, whose only concern was what to wear to the pep-rally. Now, her problems oscillated not only in the area of Hawkins High, but also consisted of the emotional trauma she couldn't share with anyone.

She found peace and serenity in cutting herself off of the social life. At least, to the amount that could still held her in favors of the school elite. After all, she saw what happened to her brother when he stopped being friends with Tommy and Carol — he was dethroned. Bullied even. Although King Steve would never admit that. Therefore, Stacy calculated what she needed to do in order to maintain both her peace of mind and the position. That being — occupying herself with school work and claiming she needed to focus on passing the finals flawlessly.

It wasn't a complete lie. Stacy consequently succeeded academically, learning bringing her genuine satisfaction. Now, however, it became an unstoppable coping mechanism. A last thread that was keeping her sane.

Today was no different than what she had gotten herself used to for the past year: get up, argue with Steve, attend classes. This is why she was now in cafeteria, sitting on the opposite side of the table Chrissy Cunningham was located at.

Cheerleaders and preppy girls. Something that used to be Stacy's pride, now ended up being a burden.

Munching on a piece of stale toast, she mindlessly looked up, her eyes trailing down the windows with Halloween decorations still on. Of course no one bothered to take them down, it was just a week after the holiday.

Her stare landed on the theatre kids spot. Stacy always admired the bold accessories some of them used to put on. For instance, today a girl, whose name couldn't pop up in Stacy's mind, was wearing an obnoxiously large black hat with flowers of the same color.

Then, she turned her gaze towards the band geeks amongst which Robin was seated at. All absorbed in a conversation, they shared smiles with each other. Smiles, that were far from sarcastically amused expression of the cheerleaders when they were gossiping.

Finally, her eyes travelled towards the direction of Dustin, Lucas and Mike, who were just about to put their trays down at the Dungeons and Dragons table. Her stare must have been obvious, hence her brother's curly-haired friend waved at her. In response, she raised her hand up, watching the eyes of the infamous Eddie Munson widening. With a chuckle, he gesticulated vividly while starting up a conversation with Henderson.

Returning her attention to her plate, Stacy looked down. There was no possibility she was ever going to be like these kids. Not bothered by anyone's opinion, not worrying about the social status, but most importantly — not being afraid to be themselves.

She, Stacy B. Harrington, was the biggest coward of them all. And the only thing she could do about it was live in never ending regret.

It took her another three classes to came to the conclusion that she couldn't keep her act anymore. Everything was leading to her downfall, and the only thing that could eventually stop her from reaching her breaking point was the notion of her completing the most idiotic plan she could currently came up with.

And Dustin Henderson was to blame for that. If it hadn't been for him waving at her, the idea would've never cluttered her mind.

With the sound of the last bell of the day, Stacy made her way towards her locker, waiting for a certain individual to show up. It took a few minutes for her to notice his silhouette approaching the lockers. To be complete frank, Stacy could've closed her eyes and still know it was him — the sound of a clinking chains attached to his belt was making it impossible to confuse Eddie Munson with any other person from Hawkins High.

There were numerous rumors surrounding his persona, as well as the club he was the leader of. Stacy recalled one of the cheerleaders claiming they sacrifice neighborhood babies for satanic rituals. Although this could be as well a poor joke told by someone of Jason Carver's sort. Disregarding the mass-frightening stories, Stacy could clearly see why people were resentful when it came to Eddie. After all, he did, in fact, repeat senior year once again this year. And that already added to his mysterious and formidable persona.

Yet, being a Harrington concluded Stacy was acting incredibly confident in times of possible danger. It so happened to be awfully extensive to the point where she was plainly making an idiot out of herself.

"Hi," she said as soon as she noticed Eddie closing his locker.

Apparently hearing her voice was so unexpected to him, he blinked rapidly before opening his mouth.

"My, my! Stacy Harrington giving me a heart attack on a Friday afternoon..." he started, the fact she truly scared him covered by his smooth-talk. "Can't say that something I'd ever imagined to happen, though I'm not mad," he chuckled.

Although the words naturally flew from his mouth, Eddie Munson had to admit that conversations with popular people were making him beyond uncomfortable.

"Well, I do have something to ask you for," Stacy replied, entertained by the exaggerated expressions he was displaying as they spoke.

"A few words more and I'll be convinced you weren't staring at our table today because of Henderson, but because of me," he smirked, observing how the girl in pleated blazer opened her mouth to appear slightly offended.

"I wasn't staring at anyone!" she argued in a playful tone, letting out a single giggle at the end of her exclamation.

"Sure. How could I possibly cause Miss Harrington of such things?" Eddie asked, dropping his eyes down for a second. "Anyway... cut to the chase," he added, standing up straight.

" I have this little green problem," she said with a serious tone but furrowed her brow as Eddie did not elaborate. "Purple Haze problem?" she tried to make another reference.

"Oh, you're a Jimi Hendrix fan?" Eddie exclaimed, toying with the fact that both Hendrix's song and a specific type of plant shared the same name.

"Don't make fun of me," Stacy reprimanded him, however, failed in keeping a stone expression.

"I'm not," Eddie defended himself. "It just has to be the weirdest way of someone asking me for some weed."

The girl scoffed, looking away for a brief moment, "Apologies for the lack of professionalism."

Eddie shook his head, maybe to appear more intimidating, maybe to cover the smile that was highly inappropriate for a drug dealer. "Meet me in my car in twenty. Just so, you know, none of your prim girlfriends will see you," he meant the last sentence as a joke, although it hit a bit too close too home for Stacy.

Nodding her head, they parted their ways, so as Stacy found herself once again in the school bathroom today. Glancing at her reflection, she quickly fixed her hair — another thing the Harrington siblings had in common. A neat coiffure, held in place by Farrah Fawcet's hairspray.

The twenty minutes Stacy was supposed to wait were dragging on substantially, equal to what waiting for a parent in a grocery store was like. Finally, after what felt like eternity, Stacy left the school grounds, making her way towards the well-known van. Knocking on the back door, she was immediately greeted by the sound of loud music.

"And that's all from being discrete," she murmured more to herself that to Eddie, taking a look at the insides of the car.

"What do you think about my humble vehicle?" he started up a conversation, placing a black metal box on the table inside.

Stacy placed her hands on her hips, taking a quick look around the van. "Spacious," she murmured.

"Comparing to that 'lil red Chevy of yours? Without a doubt," he smirked, shaking the two plastic bags he had just took out. "Any particular wishes? Let me just warn you, I don't have your Purple Haze," he teased her.

"Anything that's not mostly Incica, really," Stacy answered, taking a few steps closer to her classmate.

"Oh, what a connoisseur," Eddie murmured. Stacy couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or not. "Is Pineapple Express fine by you, buttercup?" he asked, showing her one of the bags.

"Yeah," she let out a chuckle at the nickname she was called.

"I normally do twenty bucks for half of an ounce..." Eddie started, getting up from the small table.

"That will do," Stacy interrupted him, opening her bag to search for the bank note.

Eddie tilted his head as he glanced over her. "I was about to give you a discount," he replied bluntly.

"Then keep the change for the splendid customer service," she shrugged.

For a split second Eddie Munson thought the time froze. All he could see was Stacy Harrington, looking up at him with the most genuine smile he had ever seen a girl like her display. The rays of sun that got inside of the van through the patchy blinds illuminated the locks of her hazel hair, causing her to appear almost magical.

So magical, in fact, that he didn't hear her repeating his name over three times by now.

"Sorry. I spaced out," he admitted, shaking his head as a promise of now listening to her clearly.

"Well, I figured it out," Stacy laughed, placing the money before him. "I was asking if you have any rolling papers," she repeated, taking her share of weed.

"Oh, yeah, sure," Eddie blabbered, reaching out to the drawer on top of the seating. Without asking, Stacy sat down the moment the tissue-like paper was handed out to her. Silently exuberant by her staying a while longer, Eddie took a spot beside her, watching as she carefully began rolling the blunt. "So, tell me... since when does Little Miss Perfect smoke dope?" he asked nonchalantly.

An amused grin appeared on Stacy's face before she even got a chance to answer. It was above surprising how much she smiled during her conversation with Eddie. "Since everything took a turn for the worse," she answered evasively.

"Yeah... I expect being on top of the class is really the worst that could happened," Eddie wondered, causing Stacy to immediately look at him.

"You know shit, Munson," she whispered in a defensive tone, sending him a reprimanding stare.

"Fuck, no, I didn't mean it as an insult," he was quick to defend himself the moment he realized he worded his sentence badly. "What I wanted to say is I just can't... imagine that."

His abrupt answer made Stacy's cheeks burn. Of course she exaggerated his words. She often had a tendency to get awfully preserving when it came to people doubting her. Something, that possibly appeared in her life due to not being able to tell others about her problems. After all, Stacy Harrington wasn't a person one could relate to. From the surface she seemed like a terribly shallow person, who didn't differ much from those, whose only intention was to achieve success, no matter the costs.

"Sorry," she muttered, apologizing. "I get really articulate when I'm focused," she added, showing Eddie her perfectly rolled blunt.

And just like the tension was never there, he chuckled, taking it from her to admire it in the better light, "Look at that! And I originally thought you're just a munchkin. You're full of surprises, Miss Harrington."

Getting up and bowing dramatically, Stacy giggled, "Comes in handy."

"Well," Eddie shook his head. "All I have to tell you now is to enjoy the product," he added in the same, over the top manner.

Smiling, Stacy grabbed her bag. However, before she decided to open the van doors, she turned back, facing Eddie, who now wore quite a confused expression.

"Everything's alright? Did you forget something?" he asked her quickly, concerned for the reason of her possible upset.

"Actually, I was just wondering if you maybe wanted to smoke together," Stacy answered, watching's Eddie's eyes opening ever wider than before.

Without a word, just with a mere disbelief painted all over his face, he pointed — firstly at himself, then — at her. Not a second later he smirked, his locks covering his face, "You know what they say... don't get high on your own supply," he quoted.

"Like I'll believe you don't use your own stuff," Stacy scoffed. "Besides, you're not Tony Montana... So?"

Eddie shook his head once again, smirking to himself, "How can I refuse a girl, who's just got a Scarface reference?"

"That, my dear, is called a deal breaker," she responded, following Eddie to the front of the van.

"A hit dice," he corrected her, starting his car. "We'll drive just beside that part of the forest. Smoking on the school's parking lot is far too crazy... Even for Eddie the Freak," he explained quickly, spitting out the last part with a notion of sarcasm.

"That's quite a lofty nickname, isn't it?" Stacy asked, causing Eddie to glance at her for a spare second. "Awfully uncreative... but lofty," she corrected herself, smiling at the sounds of a song that just played on the radio.

"Lofty," Eddie repeated in a scoff, only to notice Stacy's hand traveling towards the head unit of his van. "Hey! No changing music in my car. I have full monopoly on what's playing," he stated half threateningly, half jokingly.

"Who said I was going to change it?" Stacy asked, almost like her former intentions were the clearest thing in the world.

"You weren't?"

The brunette giggled in disbelief. "I wanted to turn it up. I like this song... Dairy of a Madman is a good album in general," she admitted, watching Eddie displaying visible shock. "What?"

"You're shitting me," Eddie let out the air he was holding for definitely longer than he should. "There's no way you're listening to Ozzy Osbourne."

"Why?" Stacy asked light-heartedly as they found themselves in a more secluded area.

"Because you're... you," Eddie gesticulated vividly after stopping his car.

With a flick of her hair, Stacy got out of the van, waiting for her companion to join her as she lit up the blunt.

"I am me," she repeated his words. "Munson, you're not even high yet and you're already talking nonsense."

"Anything for you, I guess," he shrugged, inhaling their shared blunt.

"You know what?" Stacy chuckled at the sudden memory flooding her mind. "I do remember you way before high school, actually," she added, watching him scrunching his nose.

"Wasn't expecting to have a stalker. Especially not one in a form of Hawkins' pride and joy," he confessed leaning on the hood of his van.

"Yeah, I'm not sure about that joy part," Stacy chuckled, feeling an unwitting smile entering her face.

"Just look at you, buttercup. All happy and dandy." Eddie pointed at her expression.

"That's just the weed kicking in," she answered, which simultaneously was the worst idea she could possibly have, hence she choked on a huge cloud of smoke.

"Oi, here you had me thinking you were a professional," he teased her, gaining a nudge on the arm.

"Shit happens even to the best, okay?" she responded in the same tone.

A few minutes after, Stacy and Eddie found themselves sitting on the mulching ground, casually exchanging any thoughtful remarks their stimulated minds were telling them to vocalize. It was strangely calming to Stacy how the presence of a person she didn't exchange even a hello before had helped her become utterly tranquil. Of course, it was also the merit of the chemicals that now entered their bodies, however, despite being intoxicated Stacy could've concluded she wouldn't have been in such a positive state if it wasn't for the curly-haired metal head.

"So, you say you remember my little meek persona, huh?" Eddie asked, returning to the conversation they were having beforehand.

In response, Stacy's eyes wandered way above Eddie's head, landing somewhere in between of the branches.

"Yeah," she started in a dreamy tone. "Only your hair was a 'lil bit shorter," she spoke softly, catching with the corner of her eye how a smirk entered his face. "By 'lil bit I mean shittone. Like, way, way shorter. Non-existent even," she corrected herself, thinking his reaction was caused by her unclear response.

She had no idea, however, Eddie's expression was a reaction of a genuine surprise.

"You mean middle school?" He wanted to clarify and succeeded by watching her nod her head. "You're right. That buzz cut was ooglay," he agreed in an exaggerated tone.

"I never said it was ugly." Stacy crossed her arms. "Although I must say, you do look way better with your hair like that," she added, almost like she was complimenting an old friend, not a classmate she had never spoken a word with before.

"You think?" Eddie asked in a challenging tone, abruptly grabbing a handful of his locks as he covered his face with it.

She had forgotten how it felt to genuine laugh at someone's jokes. She had forgotten the feeling of excitement while discussing a certain topic. Moreover, she had forgotten how to relax.

"I like your blazer," Eddie spoke after a few minutes of silence.

"I stole it from my brother back in eight grade," Stacy disclosed, her voice lowered, almost like she was gossiping with her cheerleader friends.

"Oh, yeah, your brother..." he hummed in response, almost like he had completely forgotten about that instance. "How is he, by the way?"

"Just... you know... working," Stacy struggled to form a sentence as her glance was focused on the spot behind Eddie. "Look, I think that's a squirrel," she said confidently, pointing somewhere in front of her.

"Where?" He squinted his eyes in order to adjust his eyesight. "I don't see anything, buttercup. You're delusional," he added after a while.

"No, I'm not, Eddie! I swear that squirrel was there just a moment ago!" Stacy argued, however, not being able to stop laughing.

"Well, you surely scared it with your screaming by now... Where are you going?"

"Go through your things and look for some snacks," she replied innocently and jumped back in the vehicle.

"You won't find anything despite a few molded sandwiches!" Eddie called after her, adding to himself, "...and possibly some drugs."

Not a moment later he heard a noise of something metal hitting the ground.

"I didn't break anything!" Stacy reassured him. "Everything's under control!"

She had no idea that the last sentence would so hauntingly occupy her mind the day next.

It was a Saturday. One of the warmest one this November, actually. Her brown locks were sprawled across her back as she managed to finally unscrew the top part of the metal lid, covering the air filter. It was just around four in the evening when she returned from the mechanic with a newly bought substitute — a stark white filtering compartment, covered by silver pieces made to secure the device.

It was excruciatingly bold of her to presume she would manage to change it without anyone's help. But, with her persistent will and stupendous motivation caused by neither her father nor Steve being currently at home, Stacy Harrington gritted her teeth, calming herself down with the, "Everything's under control." In reality, however, she was silently cursing out whoever, who tightened the screws so hard, her knuckles were becoming white from trying to loosen them.

Ever since she could remember, Stacy was drawn to manual work such as preparing a volcano model for her middle school's talent show or plainly helping to fix the kitchen sink. Maybe that sudden enjoyment was the culprit of her current interest in science.

This, however, wasn't the case of today, considering the fact Stacy was now aggressively wiping off the grease she managed to get herself dirty with just a moment ago. Not being keen on smearing her Walkman with it, she rubbed the substance in her old jean shorts. Reaching just above her knees, the piece of clothing was completely out of style — something, her friends would immediately tease her about if she were to leave her house in them. To her benefit, today she could allow herself to look drastically different from usual; her hair were tied in a ponytail that already started to fell apart, the loose strands of hair making her appear like she had just rolled out of her bed. A flannel shirt she was wearing previously belonged to her father, therefore it was awfully big on her. In addition, its condition was far from satisfying. Holes in it were certainly contradicting her always-ironed shirts.

Stacy didn't expect to see anyone than her brother today. After all, their parents weren't going to be home this weekend. Therefore, she let out a loud gag of surprise the moment she heard a car pulling up. At first, she thought maybe it Steve, who ended his shift earlier. Yet she didn't even need to look up to know she was wrong — she could've flawlessly recognized the sound of his BMW engine. Then she came up with an idea someone had mistakenly driven near her house, stopping the car to ask for directions. Grabbing the hood of her car, simply to see the unexpected visitor, a grin appeared on her face the moment she noticed a van, parked just by the side of her driveway.

"Missed me already?" Stacy called teasingly.

"Sure I did, sweetheart," Eddie Munson answered. The confidence in Stacy's tone was so magnetizing, he couldn't help but smile with each step he took. "You forgot your blazer yesterday," he added, watching an expression of surprise paint all over her face.

"I did?" She asked in an over-dramatic tone, wiping her hands before taking her belongings from him. "Sorry for the trouble," she added, nodding towards the direction of his car.

"'S fine," he muttered, shoving his hands to his pockets. "It was a good excuse, though."

Stacy scrunched her nose, giggling silently, "Care to elaborate?"

"You know, just to see what Miss Hawkins does on her free time," he answered nonchalantly, glancing over her shoulder to take a look under the hood of her Chevrolet. "Again, that's the last thing I would've expected... Always thought girls like you..."

"Girls like me, huh?" Stacy smirked, interrupting him. "Is it somewhat a nice way of telling me I look like shit today?"

"Well, you look... different," Eddie responded with a shrug, yet immediately realized how his answer may have sounded. "I-It's a compliment, though," he corrected himself, vividly gesturing with one of his hands.

Stacy bursted into laughter the second she noticed how terrified his face look. Just as he was afraid to be faced with her being offended.

"No worries, I'm used to having and older brother, who insults me all of the time," she added while re-doing her ponytail.

Instead of thinking of an answer, Eddie carefully watched her every movement, captivated by the smoothness of it. He didn't know if it was the shorts with grease stains on them or her easygoing persona that caused her to appear more... reachable.

Eddie Munson wasn't a person, who took enjoyment in talking with popular kids. Quite the opposite, actually — the only times he found himself conversing with them were the short moments in the school's canteen. They mostly consisted of mutual short comments on each other differences — a response to bullying he had received ever since he could remember. It was exactly bullying that made his opinion on them unanimous, forming his approach towards them as hostile.

It was this exact fact that made him feel so off-track during those past two days. He expected Stacy Harrington to be just like the rest of her friends — mean and scary. After all he only recognized her from being a popular straight-A student, whose class he happened to find himself in when he failed his senior year. Again.

Yet, to his surprise, Stacy was standing right in front of him, laughing not at him, but because of him.

"Geez, this filter looks crusty," he commented, glancing over the already exchanged device, laying next to the red Chevrolet.

"And I was wondering why my car was making strange noises... Well, here's the culprit," Stacy chuckled, kicking the old air filter.

There was a moment of silence during which Eddie wondered if he should already leave. After all, he arrived here just to give back Stacy her blazer she left in his van while hazed by the weed they smoked yesterday. Yet, something —he couldn't exactly place what — made him want to stay just for a while longer. Purely to enjoy the presence of a girl, who caught his attention in such a peculiar way.

"How did I even manage to forget that?" Stacy laughed, pointing towards the direction of the blazer she messily threw behind the hood of the car.

"Actually, you did almost break the table inside," Eddie chuckled, watching an overly hurt expression paint on Stacy's face.

"I did not! I simply stumbled and..."

"Hey, Stace!" Both Stacy and Eddie turned towards the figure that just entered the Harrington's front yard.

"Oh, hi, Steve," the girl responded, wondering how she didn't notice her brother's car that was now parked just beside Eddie's van. "You got off duty early?" She added, suddenly feeling uneasy.

"Yeah..." Steve narrowed his eyes. "What's Munson doing here?" he asked the question that was on his mind the moment he left his car.

"I-uh, he came here to hand me my blazer," Stacy explained quickly, hoping the odd feeling of tension will leave her as soon as it appeared.

"Yup, the blazer," Eddie confirmed, sensing how strangely Stacy's persona changed as soon as she saw her brother.

"It's not drugs or anything, right?" Steve furrowed his brow even more, eyeing the curly-haired man. "Cause I swear to god, Stace, if you..."

"Jesus, why are you so weird about it?" His sister bursted out, just like she wasn't the one creating this specific atmosphere.

"Because how did he know it was yours?" Steve argued in a child-like tone, crossing his arms.

"It has your name written on the fucking tag!" Stacy replied, grabbing the clothing that previously belonged to her brother. The tag showed his name in a messy handwriting. The e's being the only letters written in lowercase.

"Yeah, of course," he snorted, shaking his head rapidly.

"Honestly, man, you need to cool down. It's not that big of a deal," Eddie inputed, however, his respond failed in resolving the strange exchange of words between the siblings. "She left it in..."

"School. In the English classroom," Stacy rapidly interrupted, not giving him a chance to finish.

"Yeah..." Eddie confirmed her lie, suddenly looking down to look at his boots that now were toying with the rocks on the driveway. "'S not like we're friends or anything. I mean, how could we? She's Miss Hawkins and I'm just your local drug dealer, right?"

It was his attempted joke that caused everything in Stacy body to stop function. Eddie was right — the two of them had completely different backgrounds. Moreover, the idea of them hanging out was one of the most abstract things one could imagine.

Yet still — his sudden change of tone, the lack of eye contact and, most importantly, the fact Stacy truly took liking to him made his answer something she couldn't bare.

But then, it hit her like a speeding train.

She couldn't object.

Not because she shared reservation towards Eddie Munson, but because she couldn't bring herself to admit her whole persona was a lie.

Had it be a streak of confidence, a mere ray of bravery that could let her be herself. That could let her be, who she truly wanted to be without caring about what others said. Without being afraid they'd exclude her.

Even if they meant her own brother right now.

Seemingly insignificant interaction put her in the most uncomfortable place she could possibly find herself in. Because agreeing on Eddie's explanation stopped being an excuse and started being the vocal factor of her inability to express her own self. A thing she couldn't come clear with from the moment she started giving doubts about her own social role.

With Steve's quiet whatever and him leaving the two alone, Stacy swallowed the gulp in her throat to prepare for apologizing to Eddie for the cumbersome instance. Yet, none of the things she wanted to say came out. Not even a single word.

Because of that, Eddie felt like he needed to be the one to break the silence that now became quite gruesome.

"Sorry... I'll stop bothering you, buttercup," he muttered, turning on his heel with an apologetic smile.

Stacy wanted to stop him. She wanted to reassure him he was not being a burden.

But instead of that, she murmured a silent bye, watching as he got into his van and drove away.

Sometimes, expectation could appear quite exorbitant. Especially when being the one that cannot bear their own cowardliness.

#eddie munson x oc #eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson death #stranger things thoughts #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x harrington!oc #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic

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calumance · 4 years

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17 questions, 17 people

Nickname: I don’t have one, be a lot cooler if I did.

Zodiac: Libra

Height: 5′3″

Hogwarts house: I....never got into Harry Potter enough to find out 👀

Last thing I googled: Ed Edd n Eddy on Hulu (it’s not, just the movie)

Song stuck in my head: I’ve had Skinny Skinny stuck in my head since I listened to it.

Number of followers: 1,130 😘😘 love all of you ❤️

Amount of sleep: Last night I got just over 6 hours, according to my sleep tracker. I feel like I slept for five minutes thought 😂

Lucky number: I don’t really have one.

Dream job: I guess my dream job would be to be a writer. I want to publish a novel, or multiple novels, someday 🥰

Wearing: black tank top, pajama shorts, slippers. I just woke up, I’m barely a human right now.

Favourite song: Right now Getaway Green by All Time Low lights this fire in my gut that makes me all warm and tingly inside and I can’t explain it. If you mean favorite song EVER then that’s a question that I’ll have to seriously think about haha

Favourite instrument: I guess probably guitar or piano

Aesthetic: is red an aesthetic?

Favourite author: I’ve read so many books that I don’t think I have a specific author that I want to single out....maybe John Green because he writes good books but is also hilarious in real life.

Favourite animal noise: Hear me out....my grandma used to live in Michigan and we would go an visit her during the summer. Since she lived so close to the lake there were some cooler mornings that were misty and there was a slight bit of fog. I would go out and sit on her porch on these mornings and then a crow would caw and just hearing a crow takes me BACK TO THAT PORCH. Also a tiger roar makes me feel so ALIVE.

Random: It’s 6:15 in the morning and I am about to make a pot of coffee and eat a bowl of cereal because that’s apparently what being an adult looks like.

tagged by @karajaynetoday thanks bby 🥰🥰

tagging: @talkfastromance4 @wheniminouterspace @babylonashton @i-like-5sos @devilatmydoor @spicycal @calpops @notinthesameguey @babyoria @myloverboyash

#I tagged ten #I'm not sure if I was supposed to tag 17 but I can't think of 17 people right now 😂#tag game #about me

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mushroomminded · 6 years

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The Top Falls Over

In the first dream, Edd found himself somewhere unfamiliar. He was strapped into a seat, a massive wall of buttons and screens before him and a control stick in each hand. Peering through the glass wall before him, he saw something he did recognize: his house, or at least, what remained of it. From feet and feet above, he could make out the familiar red walls, collapsed and crumbled, with furniture blown apart and away from the building. He froze at the sight. Eyes searching, he spotted a familiar speck of purple and orange. There was Matt, by the control panel and Tom? Nowhere to be seen. Edd’s throat burned as he swallowed back the urge to vomit. He didn’t want to be here. He needed to get out.

“What did you do to Edd?” Matt’s voice was clear despite the impossible distance between them. “What did you do to Tom?”

I’m here! Edd wanted to cry, but Matt he was right: where was Tom? He was under the rubble somewhere. He needed help, but Edd didn’t know how to work the machine. He didn’t know how to get to him.

Suddenly, there was movement. The collapsed walls broke apart to reveal Tom, battered and bleeding, but he strongly pulled a weapon from the rubble. He pointed it right at Edd’s chest. Tom yelled something, but Edd couldn’t hear it over his own screams.

“Stop! It’s me! I’m not going to hurt you!” he cried, hands flying to the buckles holding him in place. Where was the release? Where-!

The harpoon flew at him in slow motion. Edd screamed. The wicked thing pierced through the glass and Edd’s hands flew to his face to protect himself. The next moments were flashes of pain and red and light as he felt the the sharpened blade loge itself below his shoulder, passing through his body and into the machine. There was a rumble for only a moment before Edd was absorbed in a flash of light.

“Edd!” Tom yelled through the noise, realizing what he had done. “Edd!”

“Edd wake up!”

Edd’s eyes snapped open and he flung himself upwards, gasping for air.

“Easy, easy!” Tom soothed, gripping Edd’s arm gently, “You were having a nightmare.”

Edd clutched his chest, almost expecting the thick shaft of a harpoon to still be protruding from it, but there was nothing there.

“Breathe, Edd,” Tom said softly, taking Edd’s wrist gently and rubbing his back.

“Is he okay?” Matt’s voice spoke up, and only then did Edd notice him in the room.

“Tord?” Edd asked hoarsely, blinking back tears and trying to regain his breath.

“He’s not here…” Tom explained slowly, not quite sure what Edd was asking. “He probably died in the explosion…”

Edd’s breathing began to even. He sat back in the bed a little.

“Are you okay, dude? You were screaming in your sleep,” Tom said, tilting his head in concern at his friend. Edd noticed the dark rings around his friends’ eyes. He wondered what time it was.

“I’m okay, just a bad dream,” Edd said quietly. “Everyone is safe, and that’s what matters.”

“Was it about Tord?” Tom asked, taking a seat on the bed. Matt joined opposite him.

“Sort of,” Edd said with a shrug, “But it’s okay. You guys should get back to sleep, you look awful.”

Neither Matt or Tom seemed to convinced by his playful jab, but after a moment, the both obliged, rising to go back to their rooms and back to bed.

“Get some rest, Edd,” Tom said, his finger hovering over the lightswitch, “Just give us a call if you need us, okay?”

“You got it,” Edd agreed, rolling over in the bed to show demonstrate that he was ready and okay to go back to sleep.

“Goodnight,” Tom said.

The second dream came two nights later. Edd was in a forest. The sun was setting and the trees cast dark shadows as he sprinted between them, leaping over rocks and protruding plants. His breath was heavy and his heart beat loudly in his ears.

“Tom!” he yelled, not slowing down for a second.

“Edd!” Edd steered himself slightly to the left to follow the voice. He scrambled over a fallen tree, kicking off of it as he ran. His chest was burning, but he refused to slow.

“EDD!”

Edd almost fell into the pit as it opened before him, skidding to a stop and flailing his arms in an attempt to catch himself before toppling over the edge.

“Tom!” Edd screamed, falling backwards and slightly knocking the air out of himself.

The response came in the form of a scream, and the scream came from below. Edd hesitated, only for a moment, before he slid into the chasm.

Ignoring the bumps and scrapes to his hands and legs, Edd hit the ground and opened his mouth to yell one more time before he saw Tom, or at least, what was left of him.

“Edd!” Tom cried, his voice weakening. A spray of blood came from his mouth as he spoke. Above him, a massive wolf was tearing at his arm, ripping the fabric of his hoodie and tearing the skin. It had already taken off Tom’s leg just above the knee. Tom gasped in pain, his head impacting the ground. Edd screamed. He wanted to run. Whether it was a dash to either side, away from the gory maw of the beast, or directly at its head in an attempt to save his friend, he wanted to move, but he couldn’t. Instead, he was forced to stumble backwards, his back pressing up against the cliff, which had turned into a sheer wall while he wasn’t looking, the wall of dirt and rocks and roots bending over his head to crush him. Edd screamed. He screamed in fear, in pain, he screamed for help. He squeezed his eyes shut.

“Edd!”

The lights were on when he opened his eyes. He gasped, the air scraping harshly against his throat. He was drenched in sweat.

His friends were there again, clutching his arms.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Tom’s voice was there. He was okay. Edd grasped his arm.

“A dream, a dream,” he choked out.

“Again?” Matt’s concerned voice was barely audible over Edd’s troubled breathing.

“Dude you gotta calm down,” Tom said, helping Edd sit up and rubbing his back. Edd breathed in deeply and exhaled as slowly as he could.

“I’m okay,” he said, noticing his voice came out strained.

“What was it about this time?” Tom asked. “You must have woke up all the neighbors…”

“Sorry,” Edd said, “Sorry, it was nothing.”

“Are you sure about that?” Matt asked, yawning gently and rubbing the back of his neck. “Was it the same dream as last time?”

“No, something else,” Edd said quietly. “But I’m okay, I promise. You can go back to bed.”

“Would it help if one of us bunked with you?” Tom suggested.

“No, no, it’s okay,” Edd said, “Don’t worry.”

“Well I’ll worry anyway, but we can talk about it in the morning,” Tom said, letting out a yawn of his own.

“Sounds good,” Edd agreed.

Matt and Tom both said their goodnights before shuffling back to their respective rooms. Edd snuggled into his bed in the darkness, but he had some trouble getting his eyes to close.

In the morning, the three boys chatted over bowls of cereal. Or at least, they tried to. Edd found his voice had become rather raspy and it hurt a little to speak. After a few sips of hot tea, he was able to explain that the nightmares were most definitely not connected and that he was most certainly feeling okay. Matt and Tom didn’t question him further, letting him rest his throat.

As the days went by, Edd slept peacefully, but his voice got worse before it started to get better, reducing him to just a whisper, much to the amusement of his friends.

The third dream came on unexpectedly. Edd wasn’t in a woods, or a giant robot, or anywhere strange, he was in his bed, sleeping quietl[y in the dark. The air conditioning was rattling, and there was muffled speech from one of the apartments over. Edd wouldn’t have noticed at all, had there not been the noise that was terrifyingly like that of his bedroom door closing. Edd’s eyes shot open. The only light he had was the phone by his pillow, but he was too paralyzed to grab it. He listened carefully. The noise had to have been a door from another apartment, it had to be. Or maybe it was just Tom checking on him. Tom had a key to his room. Edd’s hand slowly made its way to his phone, closing his fingers around it and sliding it close to his body. He woke it up. The light from the screen cast on a face so frightening, it made Edd gasp aloud. One half was that of a man, the other, covered in deep red scars, the hair fried off, the eye dead and glassy in the socket.

“Tord?” Edd whispered in shock, his voice scratching.

A hand quickly latched itself around his throat, and his phone fell from his hand, casting the room in darkness again.

“I hope you will forgive me,” said the voice, unmistakably Tord’s.

Edd choked and gagged, eyes wide, but he slowly curled his leg up to his chest. With one swift movement, he kicked hard, and there was a crash as Tord was flung from on top of him. Edd scrambled out of the bed, sprinting for the door. He tried to scream for help. He tried to scream for his friends, but nothing came out but a choked wheeze. He felt frantically for the doorknob, but before he could turn it, a strong arm wrapped around his neck, once again cutting off his breathing.

“Tom.” Edd choked, his voice barely giving out more than a squeak. A hand clamped over his mouth. Edd’s struggle quickly weakened as he felt himself growing faint.

Wake up. He had to wake up. He needed Matt and Tom to wake him up. He just needed to cry out and they would be there, but he couldn’t. His knees gave and his eyes drooped closed. He just had to wake…...up…...

#written #bummers #bad things happen bingo

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eene-fangirl · 7 years

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The Meaning of Love-ED Chapter 2 [An Ed, Edd n Eddy Fanfiction

The sun rose up over the trees shedding light into all wood homes awaking animals and making flowers bloom. The mountains looked beautiful as the sun hit them so perfectly making rocks glisten in the yellow, orange gleam.

The birds were singing. Edd was rather fond of the distinct noises birds emitted. It was there way of communication. Edd liked to study their movements and interactions. They flew. Birds were free. They could mate, have children, and live up to five years.

Edd’s dream-like state was slowly coming to an end. A dove flew past and sat by its lover. But, then the lover flew away. What happened? Should the dove go after? Or leave? Were they meant to be together?

Opening his eyes, Edd gasped immediately sitting up. If he had been any closer he would have rolled himself right off the cliffside.

“What’s going on?’ A sleepy May yawned, rubbing the sand from her eyes.

Eddy sat up. He had no idea how to discuss the situation. When he woke up that morning he and Edd were facing one another, so close to touching their noses together. He wasn’t sure how they ended up like that during the night. Was it him? Was it Edd? Was on by accident? Or on purpose?

“Um, did I touch your hand during the night?” Edd asked, practically huddled up near the edge of the cliff. Two birds were flying together enjoying their freedom.

“Maybe. We do strange things when we sleep,” Eddy remarked trying to laugh it off. That feeling of absolute bliss was still there, warming the insides of his stomach. And his heart.

“Yeah! I once did something in my sleep! I shaved my eyebrow!” Ed announced trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh! Marie told me I was lifting weights once in my sleep. And in my dream I dropped a weight on my foot. Can feet bruise because of a dream?”

As Ed and May rejoiced sharing stories, Edd hugged himself tighter. The used to be like Ed and May. The first time he and Eddy ever slept together was the best nights of his life. With Eddy’s arms curled around him, snuggling Edd close to his warm body. And when they woke up the next morning their noses were touching.

Edd turned ever so slightly to look at Eddy who shared the same heartbreak.

“How long were you awake?” Edd asked.

“Not long. Maybe ten minutes.” Try an hour, or more.

“I’m sorry.” Edd apologised, looking back over the cliffside.

“About what?” Now Eddy was really growing annoyed with Edd’s behavior.

“... I don’t know...”

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Ed and May tried to warm up a sausage over the the fire for their breakfast. They playfully fought one another arguing the right temperature it needed to be cooked at. At least they were having fun.

As Eddy munched on his cold cereal he spied Edd moping by the tent. His eyes were red. He hadn’t eaten anything yet. Edd was the one who proclaimed breakfast to be the most important meal of the day.

Eddy shook his head and looked away. If Edd wanted to get back together he was the one who needed to start that conversation.

May nudged Ed. Ed nodded. His hand moved to the radio.

The music that blared out from the speaker was energetic and adventurous. It immediately perked Edd up.

“Hey, Double Dee, it’s your favorite song! Radio’s must read our minds!” Ed mused.

“Come on, let’s get a work out before this hike!” May said already shaking her body to the tune of the song.

Ed and May got up to dance. They started spinning one another around.

Ed and May’s... [whatever you call it, if it was]... dancing encouraged Eddy to join in. He liked to dance. He always studied one of his favorite singers dance moves. Then he could develop his own unique dance style.

“Come on, Double Dee! Who says a stick can dance! It’s your favorite song!” Eddy encouraged. He at least had to cheer him up. What kind of person would he be to ignore his friends feelings?

Edd laughed at the ridiculous fashion Eddy danced. It was obviously to get attention as he shook his butt in front of him. Edd slowly stepped in and lightly moved around the beat of the music.

“Double Dee, come on! You call that dancing? I’ve seen you dance before!” Eddy mocked.

“Yes, I remember the...” he stopped himself. Eddy didn’t seem to notice him say anything as he spoke so softly.

“You’re still trapped in the 70′s or some age! What’s that dancing? Moving your fingers up and down? Sheesh! Move your ass!”

Edd wiped the memory away and started dancing around more. The whole campground filled with music. Ed and May joined together twirling one another around. Ed even dipped her.

Edd found himself dancing closer to Eddy. Eddy was staring at him with those eyes. His dazzling eyes. It was like... that night they attended a party in Amity Island. They danced until they collapsed to the ground in pure exhaustion. Edd’s hands were around Eddy’s shoulders while Eddy’s hands were fit tightly around his hips. Edd lost himself in the moment thinking how lucky he was . He had everything he needed. He was happy.

Until the shark attack that very next day.

Edd shreaked and backed away when he realized he was hugging Eddy’s body and staring into his eyes.

“What are you doing?” Edd shouted.

“What the hell is wrong?” Eddy shouted back, feeling accused as if he committed some crime.

“We broke up!” Edd’s voice was rather forceful. And sharp too.

“Yeah. I’m aware of what YOU did!” Eddy barred throwing an accusing finger at Edd.

Edd felt tears threatening his eyes again. He hugged himself. “Then... stop it!”

Eddy sighed. He was bent on dropping the whole conversation. Staring hatefully at the ground he kicked a stone away from him. Before speaking again, he took a breath.

“Do you want to talk?” Eddy asked as calmly as he could.

“What do we need to converse about, Eddy?” Edd sniffled.

“How come you keep bringing up the past? ‘It doesn’t matter’, those were your words! You’re clearly still have a fling for me.” Eddy answered throwing his hands into the air. Then, Eddy realized something so cruel and heartbreaking to himself that he swore a surge of lightning cracked open his heart.

“Did I really never matter in those two years, four months, eleven hundred thousand minutes and 100 whatever seconds?!”

Edd looked up at Eddy who was practically shaking in anger. And then he looked at the fading scars on his leg.

“O-Our pasts are still a part of us.”

“Yeah, like how we were once together. And happy? Whatever that is. Right, I have no clue what emotions are!” Eddy fumed, his voice beginning to rasp as his breathing caught in his throat.

A sob escaped Edd’s throat as he turned away more unable to face Eddy. “Why did you make us fall in love?”

Eddy blinked. “Excuse me? Uh, news flash, WE fell in love!”

“Guys...” May interrupted.

“Maybe you should...”

“Should what? You’re the ones who brought us out here!” Eddy shouted at Ed. “Wasn’t this the plan all along? To get Double Dee and I back together! Good plan, it’s working!”

“We weren’t meant to be,” Edd confessed. “W-We were nev-er meant to be,” It’s like Edd’s whole world just cracked open. “You got us into danger.”

“You’re gonna bring that up again? Sure, fine, let’s talk about it. You clearly need to! It traumatised me too! You think I don’t wake up from nightmare thinking a shark is floating around in my room? ! stayed awake for blubbering, hysterical you while I was bleeding out! If it weren’t for me you wouldn’t have been able to get yourself out of that mess!” Eddy felt his heart pumping inside. The blood was flowing throughout his veins heating up his face.The heart ache flowed rapidly through his blood. “You know, I don’t think that’s what all this is about.”

“Oh, you’re so immature!” Eddy screamed balling his fists and stomping his foot on the ground.

“And you’re not?”

May finally stepped into the middle of the volcano stopping the hot lava from reaching Edd. She couldn’t handle anymore of these firey insults being thrown at one another. “Can you guys please talk this out?” she begged, feeling as if she wanted to cry.

“Let’s go on this stupid hike.” Eddy angrily said moving to throw on his hiking shoes.

Ed pressed his hand to Eddy’s shoulder practically whipping his friend off his feet. “No, you two are going to settle things once and for all!”

May slowly approached Edd who was shaking so violently from the tears that were being trapped inside. “Double Dee,” May said softly. “What is this really about?”

Edd stared at Eddy once more. The love. And at the scars. He shook his head from side to side as if he were trying to hit an insect without his hands. “I don’t wish to talk about it. I want to forget.”

“Yeah, it’s past,” Eddy admitted in this dejected voice. “Past doesn’t matter to me. In fact it’s full of worthless cruel lies.”

“Excuse me.” And Edd ran into the forest.

#Ed Edd n Eddy #eene #eene fanfiction #EddEddy #EdMay

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