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pairing āŖ eddie munson x fem! harrington! reader
warnings āŖ cheerleader reader. being friends with chrissy. putting up a front (kind of). mentions of anxiety, fear, being a coward. a tiny mention of a gay slur somewhere in there. eddie having a bit of an insecure moment. admiration from afar (at first - from both ends). extreme hatred towards jason. hiding away true feelings and trying to fit in. a bit of angsty, personal information slid in. easily angered reader (sort of?). physical violence, punching. swearing. annoyed thoughts. reader being a bad bitch (is that even a warning?).
summery āŖ when jason calls eddie a freak in the cafeteria, you get fed up with the bullying and give him a piece of your mind. ends with eddie comforting you, after realizing what you had done.
the ending is a bit rushed so.. rip to that. but I hope it's enjoyable, otherwise? this also went in a different direction from where I originally wanted it to go lol. ps - I got lazy on proof reading, so sorry for any errors!
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highschool. a funny word, a funny thing, a funny setting. a strange experience in life. also a stressful thing to obtain for most - all teenagers and young adults, actually. in a typical highschool, clicks were displayed; jocks, cheerleaders, nerds, outcasts, rationalists and so on. the most notorious groups seemed to be the popular and well portrayed opposite, seeing as they were always at each others' throats like people at war. it made sense in the eyes of society, because there could be nothing cool if it didn't have a polar opposite; loser worthy. but that's what destroys the mind of young individuals, isn't it? thinking you had to act a certain way, dress a certain way, look a certain way just to be considered likeable? it was ridiculous and quite frankly, broke a person's spirit.
in the harrington household, it was well known that the family held a strong image of being perfect and porcelain. they were high on the food chain; held stealthy on the outfield. for that reason, their reputation was made to be outstanding and everyone was meant to see them as the elvis presley as high class. steve harrington, the eldest child, had a big newsflash though that even if his family had the impression they needed to be spotless, he didn't. he was his own person - and perfect didn't exist in a world full of poorly kempt stick ups. it took a little help for that mindset to blossom, but it got there and he was thankful for it... however; his sister didn't catch the drift of that quite yet.
time and time again, you were given a meaningful speech by your brother about how you looked in the eyes of others, didn't perceive who you truly were. your self image is what mattered - who you saw yourself as. who you presented yourself as. who you accepted yourself as. but the words never really... imprinted into your skull. sunk into your brain. instead, you only ever stomped your foot about it and told the older of you two to butt out of your personal life. deep down you knew steve only worried, wanting what was best for you and for you not to become like your parents.
although your mother meant well when she was present, she still wasn't the best at affection nor showing efforted support. it wasn't in her algorithm to be a... mother figure. however, you still loved her, as did steve - if was just difficult to accept the fact that you'd never really receive a loving hug when you're upset, or a look of praise when she was proud. and your father? he was a different story. your father was never upfront about things, but his words were always passively straight forward. he'd be nonchalant about things, act like some shit he said wasn't a big deal or even just.. not care, for what he'd say. but it'd hurt you. it'd hurt steve. he was easier on you given you're his daughter, but the way he treated your sibling bothered you. alas though, you couldn't say anything; your fear of being targeted and being the center of attention, negatively, impacted that. plus, steve would never let anything happen to you, even if you two weren't the closest.
in the back of your mind, despite being stubborn about everything, you knew acting preppy and perfect and pushing people who were considered below you, away, was wrong. you knew wearing pristine, perfectly stitched skirts that reached mid-thigh and pressed white socks were not you. you knew sporting a snobby, push-away, shouldered off personality wasn't the way you truly were. you weren't... you weren't fake. being apart of the clichĆ© upper class and wine glass clinking crowd wasn't you, isn't you, and knowing that killed you because the anxiety that constantly settled in the pit of your stomach stopped you from displaying your true nature. It was tiring, frustrating... but you weren't sure what to do of it. seeing steve being swept off his throne and being tossed around like an abused volleyball battered you enough. you didn't know what'd actually happen to you if you decided to say ā fuck it, I'm leaving this crowd and moving onto higher aspects ā.
your emotions were easily shook, to put it into clear terms. although you were never diagnosed with high anxiety by a professional, you suspected for some time that you had it, which is why you could never speak up. always followed along with the crowd in fear. never stood your ground, truly. wore what people wanted, acted how people expected. it drained you though, mentally and physically. and.. well, seeing it done to other people just seemed to spark unknowing feelings within you.
since your sophomore year, you started watching everything around you. while you weren't really deemed as quiet, you still never spoke as much as the crowd you stuck yourself with; thus, leaving you with the inner status of the kid that observed and noted small things - attitudes, habits and so on. it only happened because of your father snapping at steve rather aggressively because of something he did, and unintentionally you had taken notice of his body language and the way he reacted. the mind can do crazy things, hm?
due to being so observant, it didn't take you long to pick up on the pattern of the basketball team and the majority of the cheer squad thinking they were better than any other click. or just person, for that matter. they picked on other individuals, whether it be by a snide comment or unnecessary shove of the shoulder, and it highly disgusted you. again though, you never said anything; never spoke up verbally, or even slid an anonymous note to the principal. getting involved in the business of others, even if it could end up helping them out, was a disaster waiting to happen in your mind. steve knew better, knowing that bullying of any sorts wasn't okay, since he himself partook in it before, but you? you were clueless. It was pathetic, really. knowing it wasn't okay for people to do that to another, but having it locked in your brain that interfering was wrong - and being so utterly, selfishly afraid you'd become the new bullseye.
but your view began changing, one day. usually, no one would catch your eye, even your brothers' past friend tommy h or that fleabag billy hargrove. they were too arrogant for you - thinking rather with their dicks and egos, rather than the brains they were given. boys, nor girls in hawkins ever peeked your interest, but one day you just so happened to let your eyes wander onto the opposite crowd a little too long.
eddie munson. you laid eyes on him his second year of being a senior, which made you a junior. you knew he was older than you, heard about him being a freak and the labels of cult leader and devil worshipper surrounding the very government name he was given. heard the rumors that he liked both boys and girls, and people found that disgusting. even eavesdropped on a conversation that the guy was a complete sadist. so much shit bled into just his last initial alone, and yet you found yourself slowly becoming infatuated with him.
although he had a rep of being rather ballsy when it came to telling people off, or being a guy that had too much attitude for one to handle, it didn't start until the end of your junior year where he began shoving insult after insult into the face of every student that didn't accept him - or the other outcasts for that matter. while everyone else hated it, found him irritating and quite frankly wanted to tear him down bit by bit, you couldn't help but look up to him. stars would fill your eyes everytime he gave one of his society ridden speeches, or everytime you'd hear him shout excitedly from his lunch table about the new campaign he was hosting. simply throwing his head back, mouth dropping open with laughter would leave you feeling dizzy. he was such a charm and you didn't understand why you didn't see him sooner.
this carried all the way to your senior year, which was currently. everyday your eyes would follow his sauntering figure as he walked past the cheersquad to slip his way into o'donnell's room. everyday you'd throw small glances at him in the cafeteria, watching him either make snarky comments on one of the other social groups or mess with his new found friend, dustin henderson. everyday you'd watch as his hair would swish off of his shoulders and sway side to side down his upper back, as he ran off to the hellfire club's room. every weekend... you'd spot eddie outside from the mayfieldsā front window, gathering the fact that you took time to hang out with max, one of your brothersā little brats, since you took a liking to her. you always saw him, always had his figure in your view, always dreamed that maybe one day you could gather up the courage to swallow down your nerves and just take that big step. say a big fuck you to the popularity, and just greet eddie with a small ā hi ā. that day didn't come, though... not in november. not in december. not in january.
but, it did come in february.
unknown to you, the male returned your feelings. he was never one to eye up a minor, given he was going on the age of twenty one - and he definitely wasn't one to ogle the opposite party, no matter how pretty they were. richyās just weren't his crowd, and although heās found quite a few of the basketball players and party-goers attractive, along with one or two of the cheerleaders, and was some-what acquaintances with chrissy cunningham, it just wasn't in his nature to drool over people that wouldn't ā won't give two shits about him. they disgusted him, with how they pranced around thinking they were so perfect and above anyone else - him -, when nobody was a perfectly polished peach. since they were the type of people to be two-faced, and only like you for your looks and if you followed by the standards of the world, and put on a fake facade, he just couldn't bring himself to look at one of them more than four seconds. even that was pushing it. but, shit.. when he saw steve harrington's younger sister, freshly eighteen, at the beginning of the school year, his eyes couldn't help but pop out of his skull.
legs have never looked so good and smooth to him. a skirt, a cheer skirt, had never stuck out so boldly before - in a good way of course. plain white vans never looked so pretty before, let alone a person. hair in nothing a low ponytail never looked so interesting before. and god, your face? he swore it was sculpted by an actual array of those little pixie dust carrying creatures, it was so beautiful. the best thing is that he knew you were amongst the it crowd, too, but he couldn't find it in himself to care. you seemed so... different. although your eyes held an innocent, mocking look like every other plastic, pom-pom princess, he knew you weren't like that. your nails were manicured and painted a soft lilac, but he knew that wasn't you. even the smile you put on all the time just seemed... not you. he had never even taken time to notice you before september sixteenth, a week and a half after school started back up, yet the feeling in his hut told him everything about how your personality really was. how you really were.
now, eddie munson was not one for intuition and superstition, but the man just knew that listening to the gut feeling was his best bet. and he's glad he did. following you around with his curious orbs made him realize a lot of things about you - such as your favorite color, your nervous habits, the little lip twist you do when you don't agree with somebody. so many things that the never paid attention to in anyone else before. ridiculous, right? he's never even spoken a word to you, and when your brother still attended hawkinsā high, the two didn't even get along. so how on earth did he become infatuated with not only a cheerleader, but a harrington child as well, that he didn't even really know?
the real funny thing, though, is that you had no idea about his staring. his curiosity. his admiration. his love. but chrissy did - your best friend, and also the girl that secretly bummed a smoke off of munson once in a while. it was discovered when one day, she reached under the table for her bookbag to retrieve a tube of lip gloss, only to accidentally let it roll off upon dropping it. she had to reach behind her, underneath the bend because of it, and she just so happened to look up and catch eddie staring at her table. when following his gaze, her own eyes landed on you. it wasn't hard to put two and two together, especially because she knows the twenty-year-old wouldn't willingly look at the jocksā unless it was for a good reason.
and you just so happened to be a very good reason.
but, chrissy could be a bit foolish sometimes when it came to secrets. In december, the last day before winter break would hit, she happened to slip up to jason about the fact that eddie had a growing crush on her best friend ā the confirmation coming from eddie himself, last time they spoke. this set jason off, unfortunately. it wasn't for the fact that he secretly liked her - that wasn't a thing -, or even for the fact that she was close with his girlfriend. it was because eddie munson was a freak. a devil worshipper. a cult leader. a fag that swung more than one door - he shouldn't even swing for more than the opposite team.
point is, he didn't belong with you of all people. a cheerleader. a popular. a harrington. someone who actually mattered and could make it in this world. no ā someone like eddie didn't deserve happiness. at least, not in jason's eyes; in his eyes, munson was evil.
the passing weeks that followed once everyone arrived back, after new years, were very weird and worrisome for you. you'd often catch jason staring down eddie, a harsh look in his clear blue's and threats lingering on the back of his tongue. it wasn't odd to see him like that towards any of the hellfire club members, especially eddie, but it also wasn't like jason to constantly neck at the munson boy as if he committed murder. it bothered you to no end - but, once again, you couldn't say something. couldn't do anything... you could only sit there and watch, with a stomach full of raging moths.
but, everything began to get tiring. frustrating. began burning you out, because the same chit chat was constant and the glaring was simply annoying. you wanted to do nothing more than scare carver shitless by holding your little spork to his throat ā maybe then, he'd fucking quit the shit. ās not like you'd actually do that, though, because the thought of being in a rusty jail cell was not appealing. all for a boy that probably despised your existence? no.
though.. then again.. that same boy made your insides flutter like a freshly born butterfly. that same boy made your brain melt with his pretty smile alone. that same boy left you to feel as if you were floating, just because he was himself... and you were not. that's why, a month later when eddie took it upon himself to toe across his lunch table in one of his world improving speeches, only for jason to target him with the same degrading insult, the empty milk carton in your hand was crushed absentmindedly.
the few cheerleaders that saw fell silent from their conversation they had. the othersā, that appeared oblivious, only took notice when the awkward atmosphere drifted their way. then, new eyes were on you after that. very little were concerned, while others were creeper out and one or two were disturbed ā because they knew why you were suddenly mad. the fact that you were too in your own head to even notice your heated glare portrayed on the basketball captain, or that you caused a small scene of disruption, was kind of scary to chrissy. you looked so out raged, just over a name that everyone heard again and again. while she knew it was much more than that, she still failed to comprehend why exactly you got so pissed. just moments ago you were picking at your food, then finishing off your drink, and now you look like as if you want to rip her boyfriend's head off.
scary. but not as scary as you standing up and stalking over to the blonde.
ā hey, carver! ā you shouted, stealthy legs carrying you over to the male that was obnoxiously eyeing up the brunette you came to adore. your posture was confident, as was the look in your eyes - pure fire. so when jason turned around, confusion evident on his facial features, you didn't miss the look of shock you received right before your balled fist made harsh contact with the curve of his jaw.
stumbling back, sharp intake of breath being taken as both hands flew up to press over the ache that now split over the left aide of his face. jason hunched over, knees semi bent while his small tuff of blonde hair shadowed over his eyes; shielding his clenched lids from being displayed. that didn't matter, however - by his body language alone, you could tell you did a number on him. and, although your hand was now throbbing, knuckles slightly cut and hand reddened, you couldn't being yourself to care that you just made everyone in the cafeteria fall to quiet. your reputation was now ruined, and you most likely just made an ass of yourself in front of the man you really liked, but it didn't kick in until after the sourness of your flexing finger became aware.
specs dropped down to look at your digits, briefly examining, before widened eyes of realization darted up to drift around the student body. some people looked at jason, who was now slowly straightening himself, but a majority of the people were looking at you - including eddie. his wide, alarmed brown eyes and open mouth of shock immediately made you think you fucked up. you couldn't stop the negative whirlwind of possibilities that circles your chambers, which is why it was an instinct to turn on your heel and flea to the outside world.
as soon as you slammed the back door to the school, shut behind you, your back pressed to the sleek metal hard. muscles tense, mind running around fifty miles a second. your breathing was slightly ragged from straight bolting, and your hands shook from the anxiety clouding your senses. calming yourself down when panicked was always hard, but now all of your emotions were hitting you at once - the loss of your popularity. your friends. your good reputation. your perfect image. possibly your cheer position. the fact that everyone will be disappointed in you. the plummeting in take of the fact that you just humiliated not only yourself, but eddie too... it was all too much.
you didn't physically comprehend the hot, slow tears rolling down your cheeks, but you knew mentally that wetness was gathering under your eyes. your mind was zoned out, as was your vision, but you were also painfully aware that your back was sliding down against the closed door - stiff body following along, until your bent legs were being pulled to your chest out of habit. pressing your forehead to your flushed kneecaps, a shaky inhale was taken as you attempted to stop your racing heart. it didn't help, however; all you could think about was the fact that you finally screwed yourself over.
too busy with clogged ears, you didn't take notice of the male clad in black clothing rounding the corner of the school and rushing to your fallen figure. your body trembled, arms wracked with bouncing shakes as silent sobs left your curled lips. fat, pain filled droplets of water dropping from your face to the squish of your dimpled thighs, exposed from the fallen fabric of the balled cheer skirt. Inward creases of the arms folded, while elbows angled to press into the sides of your legs. it was sad to look the way you did, all because of the fear that nobody would like you anymore because of you being your true self.
but eddie was there. he was hesitant, not wanting to invade your personal space and upset you even more, but eventually his leather covered arms made their way around your shoulders; palms crossing over your upper back to pull you closer. due to being out of it, you don't comprehend who he is or that he's even there, at least he thinks that, since you immediately lean into him and bury your head to the hellfire shirt he sported. the heavy material of vest brushed against the sides of your face, which he winced at since he rather you not be uncomfortable, but you didn't mind - your absent state refused you to be bothered by the scratchy fabric. in fact, it smelled like him - the scent was nice. that, combined with the sturdy, safe hold the person placed on you, helped with you to focus on your wrecked state.
while eddie was not good with comforting, since he was never really around anyone like that, he still tried his best efforts. the tips of his fingers circled light shapes into the lining of your shoulder blades. his nose buried into your hair, pressing into your scalp to let you know he was present. small, barely audible gestures of kindness left his lips. and best of all, he informed you of where you were, and the sounds around you, and coaxed you into opening your eyes so that you could see that everything was real.
the low rumble of his vocals and his burnings touch kept you afloat, leaving you to come to your senses in a small amount of time. with his persuading for you to open your eyes, you did... lids slowly lifting, only to be met by dark shades - black, red, grey. the littlest bit of white. your hues dragged upwards, cascading over light blue, washed denim, before traveling further up. black leather; strong neck muscles and pale skin; full lips; caring brown eyes.
it was no lie that seeing the person you clung onto, relied on to help you unknowingly, was the very guy you stuck up for. punched jason carver in the jaw, for. was very much startling. body instantly froze up, lids lifting fully to mirror a child that got caught stealing a lollipop. it was bad to be in munsonās arms, but also.. good. that's why you couldn't move, but could still very much feel the rush of heat spreading over you.
ā hey, hey... ā eddie silently panicked, but tried to keep himself chill. moving to sit you up, and to separate your bodies, but still choosing to stay close enough where his hand rested on the junction that displayed between your shoulder and neck. ā it's alright - I won't hurt you. ā he paused for a few seconds, to look over your reaction. when no difference was shown, his words contained to roll out slowly. ā you're okay... just had a little bit ofāa panic, kay? āt hurt tāsee you like that, i couldn't just let you... ā his sentence came to a wavering halt, brows pushed together. eddie wasn't sure how to speak.. his next set of words.. without sounding weird. but he couldn't just suddenly go silent, so he opened his mouth once more, ā cry like that. āspecially over some shit that was helpful towards someone else. ā
twitch of his lips, before a small, sideways grin grew onto his mouth openly. ā for me. ā his eyes flickered over her eyes, slightly scaling downwards... before he looked away, a nervous chuckle leaving him. the slightest tinge of pink on his cheeks. ā thank you for that, by the way... never pegged you as the type to go around slugging assholes, but I appreciate it. ā his orbs met your own, after he managed to calm his inner anxieties. ā it was very metal of you. ā
beings as though you didn't have the most expanded music taste, confusion rattled your brain from the lack of acknowledgment on the term he tossed out - but you shook it off. instead, letting a small smile of your own graze your lips; a tiny sniffle sounding from your now clogged, nose. ā thanks, eddie.. ā you rasped, raw throat making the tone very evident. you didn't care, though, head too caught up in other things. ā I'm- ā you lowered your head, only to wipe off one of your mascara stained cheeks on the shoulder of your white and green cheer top. ā I'm sorry you had to see me like that... have to see me like this. ā a shaky sigh left your lips, once your chin lifted upwards again. ā this is really... humiliating. ān probably bothersome for you.. so I get if you wanna- ā
ā no- ā legs shift, so that knees can lower in a bend. one of his jean-clad legs lower to the ground, so that he's balancing his forearm on his angled down thigh. ā no no no. don't say that shit. you're not bothersome.. ā his chin dipped down, while his other hand reached to slide one digit under your own chin; giving a light push to to the underside, so that you're looking at him. face serious, lips lightly parted and brows raised, eddie continued, ā nor am I troubled with the fact that you punched, ā brunette emphasized the word, leaning forward dramatically to show you he means it. ā lord jackass of the ignoramus lineup. ā a bite of a giggle left you from the specially worded insult, making eddie grin widely in return. ā so... we alright? y'doing okay, now? everything's clear? ā
ā yes. ā you teasingly threw back, voice unusually quiet and gentle. ā everything is clear... thank you. ā it takes you a single beat longer, before you intake that the atmosphere turns slightly awkward - at least on your end. due to this, your head turns and your eyes settle of your van clad foot, which is now stretched outwards; dumbly rocking side to side. ā I'm... y/n, by the way. ā nervous irises shoot over to connect with munson's own. you spotted that his cheek lifted, just a twitch, while his lips rolled inwards, as if he was suppressing a smile. though, you said nothing about it; choosing to blink innocently. ā y/n harrington. ā
a canine-baring grin finally split across the male's face in crystal amusement. ā I know who you are. ā he spoke, a teasing amusement in his tone; the underline of joyfulness lying beneath, which made you know that eddie wasn't mocking you in anyway. ā the word of the harrington family spreads like wildfire, sweetheart. it was no secret that your presence lingers in the building, trust me. ā
tilting your head to the side, a slight narrow of your eyes took place - suspicion. yet playfulness. ā if that's the case, then why are you helping- ā she uses her hand to gesture between the two hurriedly. ā me, of all people? surely you know who my brother is. ā it wasn't that you wanted to drive the metalhead away, but beings as though your reputation perceives you, just as it does wonders for you, it seemed pretty odd that an outsider from society wanted to be nice to a girl that was spotlighted as a snobby princess. there's no way he just helped you out of the kindness of his heart.
ā well... ā eddie diverted his gaze elsewhere, preferably the pavement, clearing his throat that started to get clogged by unspoken words. ā I.. don't think you're too bad.. for a harrington. ā orbs switch back to you, momentarily. ā and a cheerleader. ā teetering, until his other knee finally falls into the hard ground, he leans forward; both palms now pressing to his jeans. ā and a spoiled brat. ā though his voice held a child-like, trading tone, along with the smile on his face, you couldn't help but gasp in offense.
ā I'm not a spoiled brat! ā you hiss quietly, cheeks puffing up in a pout; eyes slightly pudging out from forming into slits. ā if anything, you're a disastrous outlaw, munson. ā while you were somewhat serious, the smallest pinch of your own playfulness seeped through. leaving eddie not to take the words to heart, but instead, to pat a single thump of his hand to the left side of his chest. ā you wound me. ā eyebrows fall into sarcastic hurt. ā truly do, dollface. truly do. ā
a small snicker leaving your now upturned lips, you guide forward to give the male a light shove. but, that leaves him to fall off of his unbalanced knees, and onto his ass - which dampens due to the rain slick ground. ā hey! ā eddie scoffs, looking down to his behind, which he can't even actually see. ā thanks a lot, ms popular, now ām gonna have taā lay out a towel on my seat. ā
ā in that rickety van you drive? ā you choked out, attempting not to laugh. ā pretty sure a little rain water is the least of your worries. that thing is centuries old, it's bound to break down soon! ā
eyes widen in actual astonishment. ā a harrington? judging me? and my van? ā the stare between you two is held, before his face falls into a neutral expression. ā not really surprised - but I'm aware, that I need to get a new ride. just, yaā know- ā a balled hand lifts to shield his mouth. ā don't really... have the cash right now. ā
a pin dropping could be heard through the silence that fell.
ā if you need help with.. yaā know.. ā your head tilted and hues drifted away, as you spoke. ā I don't mind. I do.. like you.. after all. ā
was that a confession? was he hearing you right? because, absolutely no way in hell, in god's graciousness, did he just hear the words ā I do like you after all ā bounce off of your tongue towards him. the cheerleader, liking the outcasted cult leader? very unheard of. that shit only is made to happen in fairy tales.
ā sorry, uh.. ā he let out a dry laugh, uneasy smile tipping while his gaze failed to meet yours; eyes, instead, settling on his dirty sneakers. ā could you-could you repeat that? don't think I heard you right.. ā
ā Ilikeyou. ā you quickly blurted, so fast that it was impossible to catch if one weren't actually listening. how eddie managed to snag up what you said, you'd never know. but... by the way his brows shot up, nearly blending into his hairline, and his cheeks bruised over with red, you could only assume that... it was a good thing you finally said that. what you've been dying to say for a while.
ā ... you're- ā his eyes bounced between.. whatever he was looking at. the ground, his shoes, the pebbles littering the ground. it was just difficult to know what he was thinking, with the uncertain but flattered but perplexed but honored look, painted on his visage. ā you're not pulling my leg? ā the quiet question finally met open air, and instantly you melted. not from the words, even.. but the way his puppy dog, glossy eyes met yours. ā you're not joking around about this? ā
jesus, you felt horrible suddenly. In no way were you lying or trying to toy with him, but it was clear it's happened to him in the past. when? you were unsure, but from what you knew, eddie started gaining his reputation as a freak sometime in seventh grade. so, from then to now, a whole whirlwind of shit could've happened. you just hoped, with the way you're perceived and all, that... wellā that you don't give him the interpretation that you'll use him or humiliate him. you could be a bit of a bitch, be a brat in public - but behind closed doors you were nothing like that. hopefully, hopefully eddie could see that, if socking jason in his face wasn't enough.
ā eddie... ā angel mirrored eyes stare at the metalhead in solicitude; wobbly irises, oppositely slanted brows pushing up in deep worry. a hand reached forward, just enough for the tips of your fingers to brush over the skin of his wrist where his chain bracelet sat. gently dragging down, slowly, before they were moved to delicately curl around the side of his hand. ā I promise you, I'm not kidding around here. ā swallowing quietly, you tucked in your still-slightly-sticky-from-lip-gloss lips while pondering over how to go about your second confession within just twenty minutes. ā I.. ā
although munson looked slightly frustrated, just wanting the truth out, he didn't say anything, for he knew what it was like to have difficulty collecting your thoughts and speaking them. clearly he had faith in you, despite your social image. like before, he just had a feeling, that you're different. listening to his gut has got him this far, so depending on it one more time wouldn't hurt.
ā āit's just.. it's hard having rich parents. ā you shakily breathed, voice beginning to shake - though, you tried incredibly hard to keep your nerves at bay. ā it's hard being a harrington. my parents have such a big reputation here in hawkins; in Indiana, in general. steve has already... ā testing your lips to gulp down building tears. ā he's already disappointed our father. our mother isn't as bad, but she's been more distant towards him... and I just ā I don't want to be in that same position. and I know! I know.. It's cowardly of me, but I hear the way my brother sometimes cries in his room at night, when he thinks I'm not awake.. ā taring your eyes from eddie's, who's face was now slack in slight disbelief, you turned your chin to the concrete ground. ā ā it breaks my heart.. I don't know how to help, because I'm so obsessed with being someone perfect, when clearly I'm not. and I'm obsessed with it, because I don't want to end up like steve. I'm already... ā
as soon as your hands started to shake, eddie knew your walls were falling again. pushing off of his backside, he rolled onto his knees, only to shuffle closer to you. pressing a splayed hand to the ground, he maneuvered himself to sit beside you ā ā stupid damn rain.. ā was muttered under his breath when almost slipping, but he disregarded it a second later. wiping the same hand on the thigh of his pants, before slowly slipping that arm around your shoulder. your form was now raked with harsh, bouncing shakes as you attempted to swallow your cries. It was pathetic, you thought, how you fell apart in less than an hour in front of you crush - twice. but eddie didn't care, he understood... you just needed comfort. that's why his fingers gently rubbed up and down your shoulder, while he leaned your figure against him; his head tilting to touch against yours in minimal affection.
ā it's alright, sweet thing, ā the munson boy whispered in a light tone, coaxing you into finishing at your own pace. ā take your time - ām not going anywhere. ā
although your lips were being bitten into, pain filled noises threatening to spill, you inhaled deeply through your nose the best you could because you wanted to finish your explanation; let eddie know you truly weren't... this. some fake. you needed at least someone to know, and beings as though eddie was the one to come see if you were alright, it just happened to be him. no complaints from your end, though.
ā I'm.. ā another shaky take of breath. ā ā already sad, and - and feel horrible because I can't be myself. at least, not without a hassle.. ā your teeth grabbed the inside of your cheek, pinching it in anxious habit. ā the idea of everyone hating me, even my parents, is just unbearable. I've always been used to having friends... ā twisting your head so that your face gently, comfortably nuzzled into eddie's jawline. his face was beginning to heat. ā or.. at least attention, and people all over me. meaning I'm not used to being alone. I guess you could say, being abandoned and not having anyone terrifies me.. ā your voice managed to crack at the end, while your brows drew close together. eddie felt the tickle of movement, making him slide his hand to the back of your neck; thumb circling to brush into the crook, drawing shapes. ā it's scary, eddie.. not knowing what can happen. I don't like it, and I - I don't like not knowing! ā
the small raise of your voice, coated in frustration, had the male's heart aching in every corner. someone sounding so in need of security made his stomach drop ā and since it was you, of all people, to feel this way, he definitely didn't know what to make of thr negative emotions dishing around inside him. he wished he could just help, somehow.
ā I understand you. ā when eddie finally spoke after a beat of silence, your head rolled so that you could look up to him. tired, puffy eyes staring up at him in question. ā I have very few friends, even my uncle.. ā a bitter smile crossed his lips while an unhumored chuckle left him. ā but I still feel alone, always. ā eddie tried his best not to look at you, because... he just knew he'd be the one crying next. ā ās not a nice feeling, knowing if you're going to wake up one day and you have absolutely nobody. ā tongue swiping over his lips nervously, his brown hues finally flickered to meet yours. ā but I always remind myself that, that can't be the case. there's over seven billion humans in the world.. at least one of them is bound to care. ā the corner of his mouth quirked; rough smirk forming. ā just have to find āem.. ā
you didn't even take notice of the fact that you had calmed. body nervous system calming down mere minutes ago, while your mind, surfing my, was at ease for the first time in a while. you didn't feel the need to hide behind your hair, and look away out of fear that you were being strange. no, no.. you felt warm. mellow. content. safe. just eddie's presence draped a blanket of solitude over your shoulders ā and, it wasn't until you caught yourself staring at him as if he owned the universe, that you took note of it. the blossoming buds of sparks spreading in your chest were now much more noticeable, leaving your cheeks to boil. even though you wanted to look away, since you were now embarrassed internally, you just... couldn't bring yourself to.
his eyes were so pretty...
but so were yours. the munson boy was at a loss for words; any thoughts that perked up, quickly dying to a simmer in the back of his head. his lips slowly parted, as his orbs flickered down to your own lips, watching as you absentminded rolled the bottom between pretty canines. the breath in the base of his throat hitched at that. while thw moment was supposed to be comforting and relieving... eddie just couldn't help but to think, god, I want to kiss her.
and it's as if you suddenly grew a rush of confidence and read his mind, because your shoulder was sweeping his; the fabric of your cheer uniform pressing into the leather of his jacket, while your cushioned lips pressed to his own. it was a peck of three seconds, barely even counted as a kiss. you were pulling away way sooner than eddie wanted.. desired.. but he could understand - he himself was shocked, so the man could only imagine how you felt upon realization.
only, you already knew what you were doing. you only lived once, and eddie's past speeches of equality and being yourself were just suddenly kicking in. why not make the first move? this was you guysā last year of high school, after all... might as well make the best of it, since you never know what could happen.
ā shit.. ā the mop of curls adoring his forehead were pushed aside by a movement of his hand, breathless words fallen from tingling lips held in the air. ā that ā you can't just take a guy off guard like that, princess. yāknow how greedy we can get. ā his orbs, which has switched off of you, looked back - only to see you looking up at him in panic. obviously it was fear of rejection, bit he quickly soothed your worries with a teasing grin. ā āspecially me... ā it was quick ā him turning, only slide a hand over the wall of your jaw. hand spreading, so that his middle finger slotted under your ear lobe; rest of his finger tips gripping into the skin behind in a feathered manner. pulling your face closer to his, eddie's head tilting to a side angle, he let lips capture yours again. the tip of his tongue toppled to your upper lip, his need for your clouding the fact that he'd normally ask for permission for such intensity - but you didn't mind, instead inhaling through your mouth. thus, inviting him to slip his bottom lip down yours sloppily, while his tongue slithered to knocked against the roof of your mouth.
the kiss was no where near uncomfortable. not light and airy, nor soft and sweet, but it wasn't awful - more sexily laughable.. free. you loved it. your fingers, shyly raising to press into his jean vest, guided upwards to hesitantly curl around the coolness of the chain of his guitar-pick necklace. you felt his fingers twinge, before his hand was sliding to fully cup the back of your head; fingers avoiding any visible tangles to bury into your scalp. such raw dominance, that was still very much available to pull away from had you whimpering.
eddie heard the sound, clear as day, making his other hand that had slid to grip the bottom spread of your skirt, curl around the fabric temptingly. fuck, we're your sounds already addicting... and he hasn't even really heard anything.
you made the move to withdrawal from his oral hold. licking your, now wet, lips and humming. fluttering eyes open, just enough to meet the dilated pupils of eddie's own. his beautifully filled lashes dipped in a half loaded gaze, while his irises dotted across your face; simply taking in, admiring how your facial expression was gleaming. your lips now puffy, practically covered in his trail of ownership. it made the slightest of grins, tug at his mouth.
ā guess it's safe tāsay I like you, too.. ā eddie finally mumbled, his eyes of plush rose pedals never seizing to break away from your own; so full of positive emotions. it didn't take a genius to see it was much more than liking you. eddie munson was in love with the cheerleader. but, alas, those words would be spoken too soon; it's better to wait.
ā yeah.. ā you let a small giggle spill, your sparkling orbs bouncing between his. ā guess it is, munson. ā but, as quick as your smile was to form, it fell. this made eddie frown too. ā unless my reputation is still a problem? ā
he scoffed. ā are you kidding me? of course itā ā his eyes fell deadpan, when coming to realization. ā you're messing with me, aren't you? ā
you grinned widely; the smallest indent of an almost dimple, forming. ā of course. I know you're not like that. you're different. ā
a scowl forms on his face. ā fucking brat, don't scare me like that! ā
ā you know I can't do that, eds! It's in my job description to give the old man a heart attack. ā
ā sweetheart, trust me, you'll be eating those words. ā
