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[eddie]

❝ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝐣u𝐥i𝐞 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸.   ... 𝚠𝚑𝚢?  𝐨h.  𝖇𝔢𝖈𝔞𝖚𝔰𝖊 𝔰𝖍𝔢'𝔰 𝖉𝔢𝖆𝔡. ❞

#⛧ ∙ 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞ƙ : promos #[ this is v sexy of you ]

[eddie]

#⛧ ∙ 𝔇𝔶𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔠 : ❛ ᵐᵃˣ ᵐᵃʸᶠⁱᵉˡᵈ ❜ : ripmaxine

[eddie]

&. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  you  know  that  dynamic  of  the  emotionally  closed  off  one  &  the  kind  one  they  have  a  soft  spot  for?  yeah,  that’s  the  vibe.  )

said from the lone wolf.

❛ you think you know me, but the truth is, you don’t. ❜

❛ going home isn’t an option anymore. ❜

❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜ 

❛ do you wish i was different? ❜ 

❛ i just, i don’t want anything bad to happen to you. ❜ 

❛ you deserve better than what you’ve got. ❜

❛ i guess we both lost something we were fond of. ❜ 

❛ i’m not leaving you out here alone. ❜ 

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ 

❛ coming here to see you is the only place i could go. ❜

❛ i’m afraid of losing you, okay? ❜ 

❛ i know you probably hate me right now, and i get it. ❜

❛ what is with your weird fascination with me? ❜ 

❛ yeah, you keep on telling yourself that bullshit. ❜ 

❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜ 

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ if i could be a different person, i promise you, i would be. ❜

❛ people like us don’t get to decide when we’re done. ❜

❛ i’ve never had anything good happen to me when i trusted others. ❜

❛ you won’t survive out there. they tear all good things apart. ❜

❛ i don’t know what’s the truth or what’s a lie anymore. ❜ 

❛ you got guts, i’ll give you that. ❜ 

❛ the more you know, the shorter your life will be. ❜ 

❛ for the first time in years, i felt something that i thought had been lost to me. ❜ 

❛ what you think you’re going through is nothing to what i have been through. ❜ 

said from the soft spot. 

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ how is it that you’re never scared? ❜

❛ you think i’m weak because i’m not like you. ❜

❛ you wanted to be left alone, right? ❜ 

❛ how do you make the pain go away? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t smoke, you know. ❜

❛ destroy what is destroying you. ❜

❛ i hope you find the peace you’re searching for. ❜

❛ you know my door is always open to you. ❜

❛ i look at you and my heart breaks because all i see is loneliness. ❜

❛ you’re avoiding the subject and you know it. what are you hiding from me? ❜ 

❛ you’re not at war anymore, you can come home. ❜

❛ it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. ❜

❛ what are you so afraid of? ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ why do you care? you could have just walked away. ❜ 

❛ i know you. how else do you think i found you so easily? ❜

❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜ 

❛ i just thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ are you jealous? want me all to yourself, do you? ❜

❛ i knew you had a heart. ❜ 

❛ can you look at me? please? ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ if you won’t take care of yourself, then who will? ❜

❛ you have something beautiful inside of you. it’s hard for some people to tell, but it’s there. ❜

#⛧ ∙ 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞ƙ : memes #[ i'm off this coming weekend and i plan on doing nothing but writing <3 pls spam my inbox if u care me ]

[eddie]

he’s a 10 but… he punches trees.

#⛧ ∙ 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞ƙ : countenance

[eddie]

reblog to bonk the person you reblogged it from with a hollow cardboard tube

#⛧ ∙ 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞ƙ : ooc #[ SUPER WOMBO COMBO BONK because ily <3 ]

[eddie]

#⛧ ∙ 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞ƙ : ooc #[ did i just make this meme instead of working on more drafts? perhaps. ] #[ feel free to reblog this if u want to idc LOL ]

[eddie]

CONTINUED FROM : HERE for @boriys

⛧ ˖ ─── NEXT TO EVERY OTHER  wild  and  totally  unpredictable  tale  that  had  fallen  from  Boris’  lips  that  evening,  Eddie  hardly  felt  as  though  discovering  that  the  boy  had  spent  some  time  on  a  camel’s  back  held  much  in  the  form  of  shock  value,  and  yet  he  couldn’t  help  the  way  in  which  his  eyebrow  quirked  upwards  at  the  mention  of  it.  ❝ You,  uh…  you’ve  ridden  camels? ❞  He  paused  just  long  enough  for  his  grin  to  grow,  something  that  seemed  to  happen  often  after  every  bizarre  sentence  that  the  other  boy  spewed.  ❝ –Actually?  Yeah,  that…  feels  pretty  on-brand  for  you. ❞  He  nodded.  Without  a  doubt,  the  metalhead  knew  that  he’d  likely  barely  even  begun  to  scratch  the  surface  of  what  lied  beneath  his  neighbor’s  strange  exterior,  but  he  was  past  the  point  of  denying  his  intrigue.

                        Before  Eddie  could  say  anything  further  on  the  matter,  Shelob  was  stepping  into  his  palm,  the  sensation  of  two  fuzzy  feet  pulling  his  gaze  away  from  the  dark  eyes  in  front  of  him  to  instead  settle  upon  the  arachnid  that  had  finally  decided  to  cooperate.  Whether  it  was  thanks  to  the  foreign  sentence  that  Boris  had  spat  at  her  or  the  prodding  of  breath  that  was  aimed  at  her  backside,  he  wouldn’t  have  dared  to  look  the  metaphorical  gift  horse  in  the  mouth  by  asking  questions.  With  cautious  haste,  she  was  returned  to  her  enclosure,  and  promptly  the  door  was  fastened  behind  her  to  ensure  that  there  wouldn’t  be  anymore...  incidents.

                        The  metalhead  lingered  in  front  of  the  terrarium  for  a  moment  longer,  his  arms  folded  across  his  midsection  while  he  leaned  towards  the  glass,  and  then  he  was  pivoting  on  his  heels  to  face  Boris  once  again.  ❝ Well… ❞  He  drew  out  a  pause.  ❝ That…  definitely  didn’t  play  out  how  I  thought  it  would.  Bright  side  though? ❞ He raised both of his eyebrows and gave the smallest tilt of his head.  ❝ Your  lip  probably  doesn’t  hurt  much  anymore,  right? ❞  He  offered  an  open-palmed  gesture  before  he  followed  up  with  a  snort.  ❝ I  hear  the  fear  of  impending  doom  tends  to  make  you  forget  that  sort  of  thing. ❞

            The  raise  of  a  single  index  finger  ushered  in  another  pause  before  he’d  begun  to  back  up.  ❝ But,  uh,  juuust  in  case  you  need  a  little…  ‘extra  help’,  if  you  get me… ❞  He  turned,  pulling  a  black,  tin  lunchbox  from  the  corner  of  his  desk  to  fish  out  a  bag  of  marijuana  from  it  and  dangle  it  in  the  air.  ❝ Whaddya  say?  Roll  a  joint  or  two?  Throw  on  a  movie?  I’m  thinking…  Star  Wars? ❞ He  offered  a  pointed  nod  of  his  head  in  his  direction.  ❝ Maybe  we  can  send  you  home  a  little  less…  totally  uncultured. ❞

#⛧ ∙ 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞ƙ : replies #boriys

[eddie]

⛧˖ ─── THE  MOMENT  SEEMED  TO  PASS  especially  slowly,  as  though  it  had  peeled  itself  away  from  the  fabric  of  time  for  the  sole  purpose  of  making  the  metalhead  squirm  beneath  its  tormenting  thumb.  Perhaps  if  Eddie  would  have  been  surer  of  himself  and  the  situation  that  he’d  gotten  himself  into,  he  might  have  relished  in  the  way  in  which  the  universe  had  differed  itself  to  the  cozy  confines  of  his  old  beat-up  van;  the  feeling  of  his  lips  against  the  soft  flesh  of  Penny’s  hand,  the  light  shade  of  pink  that  tinted  the  bridge  of  her  button  nose,  the  way  that  those  big  doll-like  eyes  of  hers  were  staring  back  at  him  beneath  the  hood  of  long,  fluttering  lashes.

            Alas,  the  pounding  of  his  own  heartbeat  was  drumming  so  loudly  within  the  hollow  of  his  chest  that  it  made  it  difficult  to  focus  on  anything  that  wasn’t  the  WHAT  IF’S.

            What  if  he’d  read  all  of  the  signals  wrong?  What  if  this  wasn’t  what  she’d  wanted?  What  if  she’d  been  playing  him  like  a  fiddle  this  entire  time,  and  he’d  foolishly  fallen  for  one  of  her  characteristic  games  like  all  of  the  other  pawns  that  had  come  and  gone  before  him? 

            Eddie  had  been  pretty  confident  beforehand  on  where  he  stood  with  the  blonde…  Many  late-night  talks  and  long  drives  into  the  city  had  given  him  a  better  idea  of  who  she  was  beneath  all  of  the  makeup  and  the  prima  donna  façade  that  she  liked  to  parade  around  in,  but  now  that  the  moment  he’d  been  waiting  for  had  finally  arrived,  he  realized  that  he  still  couldn’t  quite  wrap  his  head  around  the  reality  of  it  all.  That this was anything but unrequited. That  someone  like  her  could  ever  fall  for  someone  like  him.  Not  that  she  was  perfect,  either,  of  course.  He’d  come  to  realize  that  she  was  far  from  it,  in  fact,  which  was  oddly  what  he  loved  about  her  so  much.  She  was  flawed  and  she  was  real—unlike  what  the  barbie-doll  reputation  that  circled  her  around  town  would  lead  most  people  to  believe.

            WHAT  IF—  Eddie  didn’t  allow  himself  to  finish  the  thought,  his  derailed  train  of  rampant  nerves  coming  to  an  unexpected  and  sudden  halt  as  soon  as  he  noticed  the  expression  on  Penny’s  face  begin  to  shift.  It  was  softer  than  anything  he’d  seen  her  wear  before—almost  shy.  It  made  his  heart  flutter  and  his  nerves  melt,  and  in  an  instant,  his  reservations  were  washed  away  in  the  tide  of  her  sweet  voice  and  the  softness  of  her  breathing.  He  knew  her.  He  knew  better.

            Despite  his  best  efforts,  Eddie  found  himself  helpless  to  stave  off  the  crooked  grin  that  graced  his  features  in  response  to  her  cheeky  commentary.  It  was  so…  PENNY. 

            ❝ Shut  up. ❞

            Eddie’s  attention  fell  down  towards  the  plush  lips  that  he’d  long  since  memorized,  his  doting  (  and  embarrassingly  desperate  )  gaze  often  tracing  their  shape  whenever  he  thought  he  could  get  away  with  it.  But  as  ring-clad  fingers  had  settled  upon  the  delicate  curve  of  the  side  of  her  neck  and  he’d  finally  leaned  in  to  capture  her  in  a  kiss,  he  was  surprised  by  how  much  the  sensation  surpassed  anything  that  he’d  been  fantasizing.  Sweeter,  softer,  warmer…  Even  the  tickle  of  her  breath  beneath  his  nose  gave  him  an  unexpected  high.

            If  time  could  stop  again,  that  would  be  great.

            After  mustering  up  the  willpower  to  pry  himself  away  from  that  first  kiss,  Eddie  found  his  face  lingering  close  to  hers,  the  goofy  grin  returning  to  grace  his  features  with  a  swell  of  pure  elation  and  genuine  excitement.  ❝ Shit… ❞  The  metalhead  began,  the  word  falling  from  his  smile  with  the  soft  roll  of  a  laugh.  ❝ —Fuck  whatever  the  sky  is  doing. ❞  He  hovered  for  only  a  moment  before  the  weight  of  his  body  gently  rolled  the  blonde  onto  her  back,  his  lips  locking  with  hers  to  capture  her  in  another  kiss.

            The  world  could  have  been  BURNING  and  he  wouldn’t  have  cared.

you  know ,    some  people  would  say  it’s  part  of  her  charm .   hot  one  day  &  cold  the  next ,    none  of  the  other  students  at  hawkins  high  ever  really  knew  what  to  expect  from  penny  lane .    kept  them  on  their  toes  &  kept  them  interested ,    didn’t  it ?    after  all ,    she  was  an  equal  opportunity  cunt :    her  quips  &  jibes  did  not  discriminate ,    they  were  delivered  to  social  outcasts  and  golden  kids  alike .    during  her  time  in  high  school ,    eddie  was  on  her  radar  for  the  same  reason  as  most  of  the  cheerleaders .    pen  had  been  a  regular  customer  back  then ,   buying  weed  every  couple  of  weeks  &  then  escalating  to  coke  not  long  after  the  whole  assistant  coach  scandal .    (  after  all ,    that’s  how  the  story  is  told :    a  scandal .    not  totally  damaging  at  all !  )  .

things  are  different  now ,    though  probably  not  as  much  as  penny  would  like  to  believe .    in  a  town  where  everyone  seemed  to  want  to  judge  pen  &  lie  to  her ,     eddie  was  an  oasis  in  the  desert .     he  was ….   genuinely  sweet  and  kind ,    never  asking  for  more  than  what  penny  offered .    he  seemed  to  hold  no  entitlement  when  it  came  to  her  time  &  attention ,    offering  a  place  penny  could  lay  down  her  sword  and  just  breathe :    a  relief  she  has  never  felt  in  the  presence  of  anyone  but  james .    she’s  found  more  and  more  reasons  to  hang  around  eddie ,     each  more  ridiculous  than  the  last .    what  was  a  simple  reconnection  for  the  sake  of  getting  fucked  up  has  shifted  to  something  more  genuine ,     something  worth  exploring .    

the  meteor  shower  was  a  dumb  fucking  excuse   ( she’s  really  not  even  sure  if  it’s  actually  happening ) ,     but  it  didn’t  seem  to  matter  much  anymore .   they  lay  side  by  side ,    blonde  &  brunette  hair  fanned  out  beneath  them ,    inches  apart  from  each  other  but  not  touching :     as  though  the  slightest  brush  will  shatter  the  surface  tension ,    cause  a  ripple  that  turns  everything  upside  down .    eddie’s  breathing  is  a  little  shallow ,   nervous  maybe .    he  keeps  sneaking  glances  at  her  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye.    she  lets  him ,    pretends  she  doesn’t  notice  so  he  can  look  as  long  as  he  wants .     his  gaze  is  different  than  the  men  she’s  used  to :    none  of  the  greedy  hunger .    eddie  looks  at  her  like  she’s  art ,    and  it  almost  makes  her  a  little  bashful  to  allow  herself  to  be  seen .    penny’s  okay  with  taking  the  lead ,     driving  them  forward  towards  wherever  this  is  going .   

‘  your  heart  is  beating  so  fast  right  now .  ’    the  observation  is  murmured ,    gentle  amusement  coloring  her  tone .    his  face  flushes  almost  immediately ,    and  a  prideful  grin  dimples  penny’s  cheeks .    exactly  the  reaction  she  was  looking  for ,    the  way  he  gets  so  flustered .    SEVENTH  GRADE ,     eddie  says ,     and  it  gives  penny  pause  even  though  she  doesn’t  show  it .   ‘  who ,   me ?   i  have  no  idea  what  you’re  talking  about .  ’    mock  innocence  drips  from  her  tone ,    facetiousness  more  than  clear .    is  it  even  fair  for  her  to  be  doing  this ?    she  knows  she’s  going  to  end  up  hurting  him .    she  always  does .    her  pattern  is  clear ,   her  cycle  of  serial  monogamy  leaving  broken  hearts  &  destruction  in  its  wake .    the  built  up  years  of  unrequited  feelings  means  it’ll  only  hurt  him  worse  when  she  inevitably  crushes  his  heart ,     but  it’s  hard  to  keep  that  in  mind  when  he’s  tracing  down  the  exposed  skin  of  her  arm .    his  hands  are  rough ,    fingers  calloused  from  hours  spent  playing  music ,    but  his  gentle  grasp  on  her  hand  is  still  somehow  the  softest  she’s  ever  experienced .    the  surface  tension  disrupted ,     the  door  of  possibility  has  been  flung  open .

their  eyes  locking  nearly  makes  penny  shy  away  as  well .    it  feels  like  he  can  see  right  through  her ,     to  the  broken ,    messy  monster  she  tries  so  desperately  to  cleanse  with  all  the  alcohol .    he  sees  it ,    and  he  likes  her  anyway .    he  sees  the  danger  and  still  kisses  her  hand  in  a  way  that  manages  to  feel  more  intimate  than  sex .    a  quiet  but  sharp  inhale  is  followed  by  a  shaky ,    breathless  exhale  before  penny  finally  speaks ,    humorous  despite  the  vulnerability  she  feels .

‘  how  many  more  signals  am  i  going  to  have  to  give  before  you  finally  kiss  me ?  ’   

#⛧ ∙ 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞ƙ : replies #godclaws #[ believe it or not this was the short version... ]

[eddie]

reblog to bonk the person you reblogged it from with a hollow cardboard tube

#⛧ ∙ 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞ƙ : ooc #[ i can't resist the bonk ]

[eddie]

𝐄 𝐌 𝐏 𝐓 𝐈 𝐍 𝐄 𝐒 𝐒 HAS 𝐃 𝐀 𝐑 𝐊 𝐄 𝐍 𝐄 𝐃 MY EYES.

a fandomless original character.

❝ so i pulled out his 𝐇 𝐄 𝐀 𝐑 𝐓 from his chest. ❞

#⛧ ∙ 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞ƙ : promos #[ jaime is actually the best and i love her sm??? i have loved her my whOLE LIFE OK. i could gush forever. ] #[ fr she's so talented and such a blast to write/plot with #and des is amazing. pls follow and give them both some love <3 ]

[eddie]

wowee it's been a hot minute homie g's what the heck is crackalackin??? a lot has happened recently and its kept me from being active, but i'm finally back in the right head space to curse you with my presence once again hehehehe i have exactly one metric fucktonne of disco messages to reply to and im so?? overwhelmed with warms and fuzzies? i love you all so much idk what i did to deserve you guys ): while i get around to answering everything, i'm also going to do a little spring cleaning on this blog! i will be going through my follower list and softblocking inactive blogs/blogs that i haven't interacted with yet (feel free to re-follow if you still want to interact), and hopefully that will help me to get back into the groove and find some motivation. p.s. i will be replying to everything that i owe and i don't plan on dropping anything! <3 if there is something that you don't want me to reply to though, just let me know and i'll delete it from my drafts! otherwise just hang tight and wait for me to get my shit together as per usual LOL

#⛧ ∙ 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞ƙ : psa #[ fr those of you who stuck around are such real ones )': ]

[eddie]

hi frens! <3

so i know that i've been slow as balls lately with answering messages/writing replies, but i promise it's not because i'm losing interest or because i'm abandoning my blog! i've just had some health-related issues that are making it really difficult for me ): there is something going on with my arm/wrist/hand? cubital tunnel syndrome i believe? i'm waiting to see a doctor, but its been making it very painful for me to type/write/do a lot of things. i'm hoping that i'll be able to get it under control soon (without surgery pls for the love of fuck), but until then, my replies might be really slow and sporadic i love and miss you all v much <3

#⛧ ∙ 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞ƙ : psa #[ i want to write sO BAD it's so frustrating ughhhh. thank u all for ur patience though i don't deserve u guys )': ]

[eddie]

⛧˖ ─── FROM THE BEGINNING, EDDIE had known that whatever he was getting himself into with Penny would undoubtedly result in heartache and some level of emotional disarray, but like most of his bad decisions, the forethought hadn’t stopped him from foolishly diving headfirst into the fray of it anyways. To his surprise though, the cause of his grief was something that he hadn’t been able to predict. It wasn’t the way that her moods would swing fickly, or her hot and cold attitude, or even her ‘material girl’ ways… but rather it was the way that he was always feeling like a dirty little secret.

            At first, coping with it hadn’t been overly difficult. A history of coping with abuse and bullying had given him some tough skin… at least outwardly. Whether his methods were healthy or not was beside the point, but just as he’d always done in the past, he’d swept up his emotions and buried them beneath a carefully woven rug that he now wore like a cloak. A mask. Armor. Every lighthearted joke that he would quip in an attempt to hide his wounds was just another fiber in the self-preserving pattern, but tonight, as he poked fun at the cheesiness of all of the couples that were kissing in the fairgrounds, it would seem that the fabric of his cover was beginning to fray. There was a crack in his armor, and Penny had finally pointed it out in a roundabout way.

            ❛ We should just go in together. ❜

            Perhaps the blonde had heard the longing in his tone, or maybe she’d seen it etched somewhere on his face? Eddie supposed that it was only a matter of time before she saw through his façade, after all, as they’d spent far too much time together to be able to hide things like that. He could hide himself from most of the world (it was easy when the town’s perception of him was already cemented in fallacies and misunderstandings), but not from Penny.

            Eddie might have spent more time wondering about how she’d figured it out if it wasn’t for the elation that was bubbling up in his chest, spilling out in a goofy grin that washed the previous dumfounded expression from his face. He’d captured her in an enthusiastic kiss, and after a brief back-and-forth, he was turning off the ignition and striding with a hop in his step over to the passenger side door to let her out. As though she were a princess (she kinda was), he offered her his hand, his torso dipping forward with the motion of a bow. ❝ Milady. ❞ Through a smile that pronounced the dimples in his cheeks, he pressed a kiss to the top of her hand. ❝ Your carpal-tunnel-or-whatever awaits. ❞

            Using the heel of his black combat boot, Eddie closed the door behind them, stuffing his keys into his pocket before his arm promptly found a home around his… girlfriend? The thought made his heart skip a beat in his chest, the swell of elation causing him to struggle to suppress the growing smile on his face. ❝ Oh, and uh… ❞ He began. ❝ For the record? I still think this is, like… some really gimmicky bullshit. I can’t think of a cheesier cash-grab. ❞ Contradictory to his words, the grin on his face only grew further with each passing moment, dimples blooming in his cheeks until he was smiling like a total idiot. The metalhead tightened his hold a little, pulling her into his side and craning his neck downwards to press a kiss to the side of her head. ❝ If anyone asks, you held a gun to my head, Penny Lane. ❞

@eddie asked : wait, wait – are you sure about this?

penny  has  always  moved  through  time  in  a  haze ,    sharp  edges  of  the  world  softened  by  alcohol  &  sex  so  nothing  ( and  everything )  hurts .   eddie  has  brought  a  clarity  to  her  life ,     clearing  the  fog  more  &  more  with  every  fit  of  laughter  &  kiss  to  her  cheek .    it’s ….   almost  unnerving ,     the  way  he’s  managed  to  slip  past  penny’s  defenses .     she  hasn’t  made  it  easy  on  him ,     that’s  for  sure .    even  now ,    there’s  a  constant  sense  of  waiting  for  the  other  shoe  to  drop :    what  will  be  his  final  straw ?   it’ll  come  eventually .    it  always  does .

but  for  now ,   penny  is  content  with  the  bubble  they’ve  spent  the  past  few  months  in ,    untainted  by  the  harshness  of  reality  that  stains  everything  in  hawkins .    secret .    she  feels  guilty  about  it  sometimes ,    especially  when  he’s  so  understanding .    she  can  see  the  pain  in  his  eyes  every  time  she  leaves  his  trailer  in  the  middle  of  the  night ,    every  time  she  insists  they  go  on  dates  all  the  way  in  the  city  so  no  one  will  recognize  them  and  ask  questions .    questions  that  will  burst  the  bubble  they’ve  built  for  themselves .    questions  that  will  make  penny  have  to  face  the  truth :     questions  she’s  not  ready  for .    

the  second  annual  hawkins  fourth  of  july  celebration  is  in  full  swing ,     carnival  games  and  rides  lighting  up  the  fairgrounds  like  it’s  disneyworld .    people  are  milling  about  enjoying  the  festivities ,    but  penny  and  eddie  were  sitting  in  his  parked  van ,    watching  through  the  windshield  like  it  was  a  nature  documentary .    kids  playing ,    teenagers  giggling ,    people  arguing ….    and  on  dates .    when  a  couple  pauses  to  kiss  under  the  sparkling  tunnel  of  love  marquee ,   eddie  quips  about  the  cheesiness  of  it  all ,     but  beneath  his  dramatic ,    teasing  grimace ,    there’s  a  hint  of  something  penny  recognizes  as  the  same  jealousy  that  tightened  in  her  own  chest .   why  is  she  doing  this  to  him ?

‘  we  should  just  go  in  together .  ’    the  words  are  out  before  penny  has  an  opportunity  to  talk  herself  out  of  it ,     her  grip  tightening  on  eddie’s  ring - clad  hand  as  she  looks  up  at  him  with  wide ,    nervous  eyes .    ‘  it’s  fucking  stupid  to  keep  sneaking  around .    i  really  like  you .   fuck  everyone  else .   ’     despite  penny’s  terror  that  outside  pressure  could  shatter  whatever  fragile ,    beautiful  thing  has  been  built  between  them ,    she  knows  eddie  deserves  better  than  to  be  kept  a  secret .    he  deserves  better  than  penny ,   but  that’s  an  issue  for  another  time .   

if  it  wasn’t  such  a  serious  moment ,    the  clear  surprise  etched  onto  eddie’s  features  would  have  made  pen  laugh .    his  eyes  widened  like  a  startled  baby  deer  before  softening  with  an  eager  smile ,    pulling  penny  into  a  kiss  —-   but  when  he  draws  back ,    his  brows  are  furrowed  and  his  voice  gentle  with  concern .    wait ,    wait  –   are  you  sure  about  this ?    it  only  takes  a  moment  of  reflection  for  penny  to  nod  resolutely .    ‘  i’m  sure .   are  you ?  ’    whatever  comments  &  backlash  that  may  come  their  way  will  be  daggers  thrown  at  the  both  of  them ,    and  if  she’s  dragging  eddie  into  the  line  of  fire  he  deserves  a  say  as  well .

#⛧ ∙ 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞ƙ : replies #godclaws #[ i love themmmm ]

[eddie]

― i    etch    my    face    upon    my    wicked    flesh.    /    i    am    my    own    𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶    𝙶𝙾𝙳.

#P0SSESSED,    a  roleplay  blog  for  an  original  character  deeply  rooted  in  lovecraftian  lore  and  inspired  by  sci  fi  and  horror  media.

#⛧ ∙ 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞ƙ : promos #[ i love sam and morph with my whole fuckin heart and u should too <3 ] #[ also this promo is stunning jfc ]

[eddie]

summoning circle

for @eddie and @wheeling because i need the golden trio to come home

#⛧ ∙ 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞ƙ : art #[ i will never get over this it's literally the cutest thing. you caricatured them so perfectly LOL. #mike's grumpy face & eddie's big sparkly baby cow eyes & the way that cherry is holding him there i'm dYING #i love this silly trio with my whole heart and i literally adore u #keeping this forever and ever ]

[eddie]

—a highly selective rp blog feat. EDDIE MUNSON of netflix's stranger things—

#⛧ ∙ 𝔉𝔯𝔢𝔞ƙ : promos #[ reblogging for funsies and heading to bed. more replies comin tomorrow! <3 ] #[ thanks for being patient with my slow ass ily all ]

[eddie]

⛧˖ ─── IF EDDIE COULD HAVE SEEN THE iconic bright yellow paint job of the vehicle that (almost) hit him, he might have been able to cease the rise of panic in his chest, but alas, his world was cloaked in nothing but the blackness of the backs of eyelids; the result of a tight grimace. It was the distinct sound of her voice that ended up shattering the mystery of her identity, one of his dark eyes squinting open to see the familiar face of one CHERRY MARTINI hovering over top of him. He would have known that brightly-colored hair anywhere.

            ❛ I didn’t hit you. ❜

            Those were the first words to fall from her lips? The metalhead had to admit that the choice was a hell of a lot better than some of the possible alternatives ( like questions relating to the reasoning behind all of his WANTED POSTERS ), but it still had him mentally scratching at the side of his head. Maybe she didn’t hit him after all, but the discomfort that was still running rampant throughout his nervous system certainly could have fooled him.

            ❛ You’re wet. Ugh, gross. ❜

            Between the insults that Cherry was nonchalantly throwing at him and the way that he’d just finished tumbling ten feet across the road, Eddie wasn’t sure where the main source of his whiplash stemmed from, but the light bite of her sarcasm somehow softened the edges of his jittered nerves in a way that brought him the first sense of genuine comfort he’d felt in days. She’d always been a little strange and unconventional, and he liked that about her. Too cool for the weird kids and too weird for the cool kids, he’d always said. Her own brilliant brand of BIZARRE.

            It was the way that she’d compared her strength to a member of the X-MEN that finally forced the corners of his mouth to twitch in the faintest formation of a smile though, despite the reservations that he still held about the situation as a whole. From between spiraling tendrils of dripping bangs, Eddie found her gaze. ❝ Yeah, well… I was just out here relaxing—❞ Came the beginning of a sarcastic response, another labored groan escaping through the cracks of a clenched jaw as the metalhead made a slow attempt to prop himself up onto his elbows. The uncomfortable twinge that accompanied the movements was really testing his resolve to peel himself away from the asphalt. ❝—and I just thought I’d enjoy a midnight dip, y’know? ❞

            Following Cherry’s lead and accepting her offer (like he had another choice), Eddie looped an arm around the small circumference of her shoulders, putting good faith in her ❛Wolverine claims❜ as he used her frame to pull himself up onto his feet. He’d probably leaned on her with a little more weight than he’d initially intended, but with his lungs still fighting silently for air and the stability of his legs nothing short of an ambiguous gamble, it had been almost involuntary. Despite the struggle that came with any attempt to move, however, the metalhead was surprisingly quick as he’d hastened over to the sunshine-painted car to flop down into the passenger seat. His head tipped back against the headrest while a sigh of relief escaped through his parted lips, his eyes closing for only a moment as he allowed himself to relish in the temporary relief of being somewhere warm.

            Anxiety wouldn’t allow him to revel in the comfort for long though, as the closing of the driver’s side door would promptly remind him. Dark eyes opened in response to the sound, his head swiveling slowly to look at the pink-haired girl that was now in the seat adjacent to him. It took him a moment to gather the courage to break the silence and ask the question, but he’d forced himself to tear it off like a band-aid: ❝ So… where are we going? Something tells me it’s, uh… not the X-Mansion… ❞  he trailed off, fighting to cling to the remnants of a fading smile. The humor was a feeble attempt to hide the overwhelming waves of anxiety that were crashing in the hollow of his chest.

            Cherry had never struck him as the sort of person that would willingly involve the police in most matters, but he knew the sort of whispers that were circulating around town about him. He hardly could have blamed her if she’d bought into all of the bullshit. His mask of feigned confidence was quickly crumbling, the cracks in his armor breaking the surface of his façade as he fidgeted nervously with his fingers and the rings that adorned them. Worry was written all over his face, painful and obvious. More than he feared the possibility of her selling him out to the cops, however, he feared having to explain things to her. He feared having to relive the nightmares...

            Undoubtedly, whether she believed in the possibility of his innocence or not, Eddie knew that Cherry had to have a lot of questions for him, but without having the chance to even begin to process the transpiring horrors himself, finding even an inkling of a starting point felt, well… insurmountable. ❝ Listen... I, uh— I know how bad this looks, ❞ he finally caved, the words leaving him on the quivering notes of a sigh that was plagued by the consequence of uncertainty and fear. He shook his head, raising one of his hands to smooth a palm down the length of his face a few times in a fruitless effort to collect his thoughts. Holding eye contact was becoming increasingly difficult, his gaze only ever settling on her face for brief moments. ❝—and this is going to sound like a... total fucking bunch of bullshit, but, uh— ❞ He paused, his composure unraveling at a rate that he was helpless to control, his head hanging defeatedly as he hid his face in his palm, tightly-shut eyelids holding back the threat of tears. ❝—shit. ❞

There was something wrong with this town. Growing up, when her family had passed through on their frequent road trips, it seemed quaint. The sort of sleepy little town where nothing remarkable happened, good or bad. "Wholesome," her father would call it, and that was why they'd decided to move out here after her vision of the supposed "demon" back in San Francisco.

She knew now that it was nothing of the sort. During the course of her high school career, she had gotten trapped in that demonic, topsy-turvy landscape a second time, people had gone missing, the mall had burned down, and now people were being killed. The concept that someone at her school had been murdered was hard enough to grapple with, but that it was Chrissy Cunningham of all people made the tragedy tenfold worse. She wasn't just a faceless student she may have been lucky to have seen once or twice in passing, she was—

Well, maybe not a friend. They weren't that close, not anymore. But in the beginning, Cherry had been part of the cheerleading squad, and Miss Cunningham had been so sweet that Cherry couldn't help but develop a little crush. The sight of that strawberry blonde ponytail bouncing along had put a spring in her own step. That was why she had to get away.

The Dodge Demon was a garish yellow that made its presence known even in the darkest night, especially as it barreled along at unsafe speeds. This was fine. The roads were empty, thanks to the curfew (which she was definitely breaking). Right now, all she wanted was to sit by the lake and light up a joint. The smoke and the smell dissipated better out in the open. She wasn't in the mood to be told off by her mother again when her jacket stunk up the laundry room. Just when she'd begun to finally relax, something (someone?) leapt from the trees to land in front of her car. She slammed on the brakes and honked.

"What the hell!" She blinked in stunned silence and repeated the exclamation. Shaking, she exited the vehicle and began to cross the road. Whatever, whoever, the blur was, it had hurtled across the asphalt and stopped just short of the ditch. She blinked several times, unable to make out the figure at first. Then, when it cursed, the voice took her only moments to place. Eddie Munson. The freak. An oddity whose voice had rang out across the cafeteria more than once. The affable dealer who'd sold her the weed she intended to enjoy tonight. His mop of hair, which she'd initially mistaken for roadkill, sealed the deal. As far as some of the residents were concerned, he was enemy number one. She kneeled by his side and furrowed her brows.

"I didn't hit you." It wasn't a question, but a statement, flat and not at all reassuring. After a twitch of hesitation, a hand reached out to hover near his shoulder. "You, uh...can you get up? I dunno what you think you're doing out here, but it's stupid." Whatever the others thought of him, it was all hearsay. He was offbeat, but so was she. Until she had concrete evidence of anything herself, it was best to treat him like anyone else. "You're wet," she observed. Her nose wrinkled. "Gross. Ugh, look, if you can move, prop yourself up on me. I know I'm small, but I'm strong. Like Wolverine." Did he read comics? He seemed the type. "Let's get you in the car."

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