#high school drama

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Glitched

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Premise: Rintarou unexpectedly meets the girl of his dreams through an online game and he does his best to find this mysterious girl in the real world and keep her for good.

Word Count: 3289

Note: Hello, my beautiful dumplings. Welcome to my Suna miniseries, huhuhu. This will be a short story (4 chapters lol sorry, that’s my definition of short 🙃 sometimes I wonder how people write complete stories under 800 words, I just cant-), while I prepare for my new big series. Some high school drama, no multiple endings or routes just one~ Smooches for all of you.

Warning: Mild spoilers, if you’re up to date with the anime you’ll be just fine.

Chapter 1: Not so bad.

Suna Rintarou was by no means enjoying his second year of high school. Summer weather was definitely not his favorite, always tough on him, but the agony was even worse this year. He was tired, not just physically but mentally, the toll of dealing not only with his own sense of failure but also his teammates who were gravely disappointed of not being able to give their captain the satisfaction of going to the finals and bring victory to their school in his last year on the team.

It hasn’t been long since Inarizaki lost to Karasuno, which meant the practice schedule has increased not only in frequency but also in intensity. Days were very long and every single muscle in Suna’s body hurt. He was really looking forward to the holiday weekend, meaning he would have an extra day to rest.

His classmates were raving about this new online game that had recently come out and was very popular. They had plans to play together during the weekend and advance into one of the heaviest of dungeons before classes resumed, but their plan came to a sudden stop, the twins were being dragged by their mother into a family wedding across the country and they wouldn’t be able to join the team.

The boys were devastated, whining men heard all over the class. They were really counting on the Miya power to beat the hell out of the dungeon boss, help was needed desperately.

¨Hey Suna, I know you said you didn’t like the gameplay you watched the other day but can you please join our team? Without Osamu in our side we are doomed.¨ Suna heaved a deep sigh, collapsing on top of his desk. ¨Am I your last option? Can’t you find someone who really wants to play this? I’m so tired, I was planning on staying in bed all weekend.¨ Osamu pulled him back up, giving him a stern look, ¨Come on, help your mates. I wish I could stay and beat them up but there’s nothing we can do about it, it’s just for this weekend, we’ll be back for the next and continue where you left off.¨ he really didn’t want to do this, but if he didn’t agree to it they wouldn’t shut up until he did, ¨Fine, text me the link. I’ll be there after dinner.¨ the boys were smothering him with hugs and trying to kiss off his face in joy, making him grimace as he shook them all off and went back to sleep on his very comfy desk. The thought of finally resting this weekend turning into nothing but a sad memory.

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The guys added him to a group chat and everything was ready for the first quest. 

His sister tied his hair up at the front in a tiny ponytail so he would look like some of those cute game-streamers she watches, not caring if her brother needed it or not with his hairstyle. He was beyond annoyed with life in general, why do people not leave him alone, even his sister was now conspiring to destroy his peaceful long holiday weekend, ¨Curse those damn twins. It’s all their fault.¨ he was grumbling under his breath while putting his headset on and going in the game to create his character.

¨Alright guys, let’s go level up first, stay in this area and let’s meet up at the bottom of the hill when you reach level 20, then we’ll move in to the forest.¨ they all hummed in acknowledgement, breaking the group. Suna went off to chase some slimes and smaller monsters, hating his life every second of it, the game had a very cute looking art style and it was just not his jam at all. He found it hilarious though that the toughest guys in his class were all hunting cute rabbits and crying over it out loud and in their shared group chat space, so he made sure to screenshot some of those moments, posting them in his account and tagging all his playmates. He had to get something out of this torture, at least he could make fun of them for a while.

His character stopped moving and it turned into a pixel block, ¨Guys, is the game acting up or is it just mine?¨ he could only hear static coming through his headset and some of the guys were posting on the chat that the game kicked them out and they were rebooting their pc, so he just stayed there waiting for the rest to go back in. His character was still a bit glitchy but it was moving now. Then all of the sudden he heard a very loud screech pressed to his left ear, and he was positive that it was not human. ¨Oh my god, sausage! What are you doing to my poor headset? Leave it alone!!¨ saying he was confused was an understatement, all the players in his team were dudes, ¨Ehm, hi?¨ the line went quiet but he wasn’t hearing any more static, just some shuffling on the other side, ¨Who’s this?¨ you were sitting on your chair now, the fluff ball being kicked out of your room for good. ¨Uhm, Rintarou? How about you? Did the guys call you over? I didn’t hear anything about any girl joining our party.¨ Rintarou? What- you were just chatting with your girlfriends when your cat jumped on you and stole your headset, there was no Rintarou in that group, ¨I'm (Y/N). Are you Miyuki’s boyfriend?¨ Miyuki? Was there a Miyuki in his class? It was possible, not like he knows everybody but this was all so confusing, ¨Nope, definitely not that Rintarou. So you are not with the guys either? How did you get into the group? The game didn’t say someone new joined the party.¨ 

You were so confused, you could see your actual party on the screen and on the side chat but you couldn’t hear them talk, just this random guy, ¨Did your game get glitchy too? Maybe that’s how you ended up in my party.¨ he moved his character around, looking for you, but he was completely alone in the area, some of the guys still complaining about the game not letting them in through his phone. ¨Well, I mean yes. It did get glitchy but I can still see my girls playing on my screen, could it be just the audio that got crossed over somehow?¨ it was so weird, none of the girls even noticed your absence, you said you were having some troubles with your headset and so they just continued killing monsters, ¨Yeah, I don’t see you around me either, so I guess it’s just the audio getting messy. Hold on, Imma log out and see if that resets us back to normal.¨ you nodded even if he couldn’t see you. ¨Ugh, what the hell. The logout button is gone. How about you, do you see it?¨ you were checking everywhere in your screen, it was definitely not where it usually is, ¨It’s gone for me too. I bet it’s just still glitchy and will go back to normal in a bit, if it’s fine with you, we could just keep playing like this until the game fixes itself?¨ he was already back to killing slimes, way over level 20 by now and his classmates were still gone, ¨Yeah, fine with me.¨ 

Both of you continued doing your thing in complete silence, so much so that Suna forgot you were still there and started mumbling curses quietly, he was being targeted by larger monsters now and was still on his own, he didn’t know much about this game and he was loosing HP fast, ¨What’s wrong?¨ your soft voice startled him, his ears flushing bright red in embarrassment, ¨Sorry, I forgot you were still there. Just being attacked by inferno wolves, don’t know how to kill them, today is my first day playing this.¨ you chuckled quietly, he was kindda cute, those were very easy to kill lesser monsters, ¨Just jump on them and stomp hard.¨ he did as instructed, killing one instantly, ¨Oh wow that was easy, thanks. Are you like a guild master or something?¨ that made you smile, you were right, he was cute. ¨Nothing of the sort, just been playing this for longer. Let me know if you need more help, I know my fair share of tricks.¨ 

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He was about to just ‘x’ out the game since the logout button was still gone, it was 9:30 and none of the guys were able to log back in, the game refusing to accept them, it was a waste of time, he didn’t even want to play this ridiculous game, the happy tune coming out of it was driving him insane at this point, that was until he heard your quiet giggles, it made him curious. They started soft, he almost thought he’d imagined it, but they grew louder each second and without realizing it, he was smiling, ¨What is it?¨ he wasn’t going to say anything but he just needed to know what was causing the cute fit of giggles on the other side, or he wasn’t going to be able to sleep in peace. ¨You heard that? Oh no, so embarrassing. Sorry, my cat, he is crazy you see. Earlier he was chewing on my headset so I kicked him out, but he got out of the house and got back into my room climbing all the way to the window, he’s like a ninja! And was nuzzling my tummy just now, I’m very ticklish.¨ was it normal for such a story to be this cute? Since when does he find cat ninjas cute? Why does he feel the need to tickle an unknown woman-

¨Was that sausage?¨ he chuckled evilly, wanting to continue the conversation, ¨Oh GOD, you heard that too? This game is like boycotting my life, I’m telling you. But yes, that’s sausage. He’s very heavy and of a brownish tone so he kindda looks like one, that’s why we named him that.¨ it’s not like he was interested in cats, but this was way better than killing blue pixel blobs, ¨It’s kay, I find names like that fun, I really don’t like when people name their pets, I don’t know Steve or something,¨ that caused you to laugh loud and clear, getting stabbed by a monster in the process, which made you just laugh even more, ¨Steve? What? Who would name their cat Steve?¨ you let your character bleed to death and were now hugging one of your pillows while sipping on some juice you had left, getting comfy on your chair. ¨Believe it or not, I’ve seen things, specially since I got in my current school volleyball team, there you see crazy, crazy stuff.¨ so he played volleyball…you’re nowhere near athletic but damn, he sounded like an interesting individual. The night was nothing like what you expected it to be, it was getting better every second.

Time surely flies when you’re actually having fun. He got some fruit jelly out and was chewing on it while speaking, needing some extra sugar to stay awake longer, ¨Are you eating fruit jelly?¨ he sits up right away, making sure his cam was actually off, ¨How do you know? Is this game livestreaming now or-?¨ you wished, ¨Hahaha no, it’s just that they make this sound, you know what I mean? Like when you suck the jelly out? I know I’m weird, I’m so sorry.¨ was he making sucking sounds just now? Why was he blushing? He didn’t know his favorite snack made suggestive sounds, well, that was embarrassing, he didn’t do that on purpose, ¨Ugh, well yeah you got me there, I’m eating fruit jelly. But I don’t think you’re that weird. Just a bit.¨ now you were the one blushing, it was fun talking to him, you've been talking about everything and nothing in particular at the same time for the last couple of hours and it was nearly midnight now. ¨Hey, is your game still glitchy? My chara is like dead now but still let’s me talk to you, I think there’s something really wrong with this game today.¨ his character was sitting down on a daisy field, enjoying his life as much as his owner, no monsters in sight, but the logout button was still not available, ¨Yeah, well I’m not dead, but things look the same, my mates were also complaining because the game kicked them out and didn’t let them back in.¨ he actually lied to his classmates and told them he was going to bed like twenty minutes ago but he just wasn’t capable of telling you how tired he actually was, ¨Hm, yeah I don’t think it’s going to let us sign out tonight, should we leave it open and just go to bed? It’s getting late and even if there’s no school tomorrow we should probably get going.¨ so you were in school too, your voice sounded right about his age but he didn’t know how to ask without sounding like a creepy old man, ¨Yeah I was thinking of going to bed too but sausage wouldn’t let us go.¨ us, huh? you smiled bashfully, playing with the headset cord, ¨Sausage is like that, I think he likes to hear your voice.¨ oh boy, was he smitten, he didn’t know much about you or what you looked like even but he wanted more of this, whatever that was, ¨Well then that means we gotta keep talking so he can hear it some more, maybe then he won’t eat your headset.¨ he could hear your giggles once more, they were creating a hole in his stomach, pretty sure it was eating itself out at your cuteness, he just wanted to continue hearing them, people never laughs at his comments, this was a first you actually thought he was funny, ¨We should. Do you think if we just don’t close the game it would stay like this? I mean like the audio and all…? Maybe we could talk some more tomorrow.¨ were you asking him on a date? That was a date, definitely. ¨Yeah I can do that, anything for sausage’s sake.¨ you were both grinning at the screen like idiots, not wanting to leave, ¨Then, since it’s the weekend how about we come back in the morning? Oh wait no, here in Miyagi the holidays are important, I gotta go to the shrine early, but how about after lunch?¨ he was so tired that even getting up by lunch time seemed like a task, but he would gladly lose sleep for this, ¨Yup, can do. See you tomorrow, sausage girl.¨ both of you left the pc on and went to bed, the smile on both of your faces causing your cheeks to hurt. 

He was cute, you’ve never had so much fun talking with a guy before, it all felt so natural like if you were talking with your best friend, like if you’ve known him since forever. You wondered if asking for his number would be too bold, he was funny and you just wanted to talk to him some more, maybe even meet him one day. Just thinking about it was making you feel giddy, your legs kicking on your bed as you squealed against your pillow, trying your best to quiet down your excitement and not wake your mother up.

Suna was on his bed thinking the very same thing, would it be weird to ask for your number? You were complete strangers, but that’s how people make friends, right? Not weird at all. He rarely had intentions of talking with any girl but talking to you tonight has been the highlight of his year and he wasn’t exaggerating. He didn’t even know he could laugh this much, Suna just couldn’t wait anymore, he was sure he wanted this to continue and with new resolution, he went to sleep, hoping noon would come fast, so he could ask for your number and maybe, hopefully, get to see you even if it was just through his phone, he just needed to put a face to this bubbly feeling inside his chest.

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When he woke up the following morning he noticed his pc was off, this causing him to go into panic mode, what happened? He made sure it would stay on all night-

¨MOOOOM, why is my pc off? Did you touch it?¨ he was pissed, anything but that, not the pc. ¨What? No I didn’t. I think we lost power for a bit earlier, your dad was trying to fix the oven and was messing with the power box.¨ that explains it but it wasn’t less aggravating, would he even be able to go in the game again or would he be kicked out like his mates.

He turned it back on as fast as he could, going in the game, but luck wasn’t on his side, two of his classmates were already in leveling up on his screen. He grabbed his headset and literally screamed on the mic, ¨(Y/N), please tell me you are there.¨ but he could hear very manly snorts on the other side, crushing his heart ¨Who’s (Y/N)? Your girlfriend, Suna?¨ he just couldn’t deal with them right now. He rebooted his pc in hopes of getting the line back up to yours, but when he did, he saw a notification pop up on his screen, ¨We apologize for all the troubles caused last night, as an apology, we’ve sent 100 diamonds and 2 HP refills into your inbox.¨ 

No, this couldn’t be happening. They fixed it overnight. He hadn’t ask you for your number yet, that’s what he was going to do as soon as he heard your beautiful voice.

You were fixing your make up, silly thing to do since he couldn’t even see you, but it was definitely a date. You got your headset on with a bright smile on your face as you saw your screen moving, the game still playing on the background, ¨Morning, Mr. Sausage. Got a nice sleep?¨ your friends were beyond shocked, ¨Mr.Sausage? (Y/N) are you talking to your cat again? I think you need to go out some more.¨ Miyuki? No, no, no, no, why??? Where was he? What happened? You didn’t turn the game off, he should still be there! ¨Yeah…did they fix the game? I can hear you guys just fine now.¨ you were seriously hoping he was just late and would jump in the conversation any second now, ¨Mhm, they gave us some dias, check your inbox. You can buy the sword you wanted with that!¨ Stupid sword, you didn’t want it anymore, not if that meant not being able to talk to him again. ¨Sorry guys, I…I’m login out for the day.¨ without another word you just closed your laptop and collapsed face first onto your bed, life sucked.

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Tuesday couldn’t come faster for Suna, he just ran over to the class next door almost clashing with the wall, ¨ATSUMU! I need your help.¨ the eldest twin glared at him with intensity, couldn’t he see what time was it? Why would someone ask for a favor so early in the morning ? He was barely awake after getting up at four to jog. ¨Tell me later, maybe during lunch break when I can actually listen to you.¨

He threw his bag on the floor and went over to the tired setter, shaking him lightly, ¨Please, only you can help me.¨ what could be this important? He looked over at the middle blocker giving him a dirty angry look, but he was sporting a not so fashionable pair of bags under his eyes, even his skin tone was a bit off, was he not supposed to rest for three days? This made him reconsider his actions, ¨What is it? Stop shaking me, dammit!¨ he sat down on the chair in front of his desk, serious mode on, ¨You have the phone number of the Karasuno setter right?¨ huh? this was definitely not worth the while, he went back to sleep on his desk, ¨Atsumu please! I need you to ask him something, please I’ll beg if you want me to.¨ he’s never seen him this desperate, ¨kay, I think I do, yeah he should be on the group chat. What do you need from him?¨ he was pulling out his phone, ready to rely the message and hopefully go back to sleep, ¨Can you ask him if he knows a girl named (Y/N)¨ a girl? This was unexpectedly interesting. ¨(Y/N) what? Is she from Karasuno?¨ he was punching the message out, waiting on the details, ¨Well I don’t know, all I know is her first name and that she lives in Miyagi, she goes to school there and is possibly around our age.¨ Atsumu couldn’t believe what he was hearing, talk about dumb teammates, ¨You do know Miyagi is a prefecture, right? Not a city. How many schools are there even in Miyagi? Why would Tobio-kun know her? You are being stupid, Suna.¨ he was deleting the message, shaking his head, ¨No, no, please just ask him. I know he probably won’t know her but is my only chance, please. I won’t bother you again if he says he doesn’t know…¨ the setter sighed, sending the ambiguous message out, this was really silly, but he could see how desperate his friend was, and he just wouldn’t let him sleep ever if he didn’t comply. 

To their surprise, Kageyama replied almost immediately, ¨I don’t, but I’ll ask around.¨ Atsumu showed him his screen and the small smile that painted his features left the setter breathless, so he can smile-

¨Thanks, please let me know if he says anything else.¨ he would find you, no matter what.

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Tagged babes: @dazaisfavgf

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🕷Your web,I’m caught🕷

Eddie Munson x Pencils (OC) slow burn series, Part I

7.6k words 

Summary: Snorting laughter at the disappearing Jocks back. Marlboro red clamped between his lips. Smoke slithering out his smile. Between the cracks of his straight teeth.

When you saw who it belonged too. The laugh. The cigarette smoke.You weren’t even suprised. 

Who else could it be-Who else would be doing a drug deal on the outskirts of a high school party, in the woods, at almost eleven at night, but Eddie “the freak” Munson.

Authors note; So, I wrote this because I probably have Eddie Munson brain rot, and because I just love this funky lil freak ok? It’s kinda long. No smut (yet) I might do more parts. We shall see. ~ (any feedback or comments are very much welcome folks)

It was through Hawkins like wildfire on bone dry kindling. One spark of friction and the whole thing soared to churning flames in a hot second.

No survivors.

Kyle Rothman’s parents were going to visit family in Elwood for some big fancy party.

 Anniversary, you’d heard. Funeral, someone else had bemoaned.

 Eight o’clock Friday night. Kyle’s House on 1280 Abalone Drive. Bring your own beer. 

This is how you found yourself bundled unwillingly into the plump passenger seat of your friend Linda’s station wagon come Friday night.

Bouncing along on the safe suburbia streets to a godawful party, peppered with the usual dumb jocks and poisonous cheerleaders. The freaks and nerds tended to stay in their own lanes. Keep well away.

Lucky fucks.

Two six pack of Coor’s sat rattling at your feet. She’d spent half an hour teasing your kinked hair all big, and persuading you to slick on some blue eyeliner and glitter. You drew the line when she approached you with this tube of waxy fuschia lipstick.

You batted her hand away with contempt and let her slip huge plastic blue earrings in your ears instead. It goes with your top. She’d chirped.

Technically, her top. It was a loaner.

Really, you’d tried so goddamned hard to weasel out of it.

You considered pulling an all nighter as an excuse. A painting you’d forgotten to do for art class. A Chem lab final. The fact you didn’t take Chem non-withstanding. Or a sudden very fast acting sick spell to dodge the draft.

Mom’s away. It’s me and Charlie. And she’s on nights now. I can’t leave the house, Linda.

Your door has locks, now doesn’t it? Don’t be square. We’re seniors. One little party to take the edge off.

I’m good with my edges the way they are, thanks.

She wore down your stubbornness with the sugary sweet relentless attitude. Harder than grainy sandpaper against your onerous mood. She won. Softened you into submission. Ground you down and drowned the fight out of you with her strong army of ‘pretty pretty pleases’.

With a heap of maraschino cherries dumped on top for good measure, she wrapped you round her little finger like a silk ribbon with promises of movie nights and lots of beer. Pizza too. And her eternal love and devotion. She promised to buy you some weed. Give you her Soul. Her first born.

She really really wanted you to go with her to this fucking party. God knows why. She’ll spend the night with her jock. Not you.

She sat next to you in the drivers seat. In her hot pink tiered skirt and skinny white high heels. Blond curls all frizzy and piled half up on her head with a pink scrunchie.

Her little lilac purse with a long strap sat perched on your hip. Containing four condoms, gloss, and a pack of lifesavers zipped securely inside.

Told you right away what kinda night she was expecting to have.

She’s brimming with energy cause her meathead is going tonight too. On the basketball team and practically a clone to High School royalty, Jason Carver. And her new squeeze is persona-non-grata with her strict parents for bringing her home once past curfew, and half cut. So this is one of the only chances they get to make out and do hand stuff in the guest bedroom.

Atleast someone’s excited for tonight. And thank god it’s her. You want to stay festering in the land of piss and vinegar with a scowl slapped on your face. Razor slashes of your glaring eyes landing on all those preppy idiots.

Because you liked to sit at an easel, armed with your mad array of bold paints and a brush. And you actually liked and were good at it. That instantly afforded you some hatred from the athlete crowd.

Linda reaches over and nudges you with a bony elbow. Knocking you out your self imposed funk. You side eye her for being a pest. She sing-songs cheery cooing words at you over husky Joan Jett on the radio. Words all prim and sickly like butter wouldn’t even melt.

“C’mmooon. There’ll be drink. I heard that Jason is bringing some of his dads liquor.” She trills away like tweetie pie.

“There’ll be a lot of jocks too. Lot of jocks on a lot of drink. They won’t know the difference between a viable mate and a wet hole in the ground.” You pointed out. Scuffing the door with the tip of your shoe. Black. Faux leather kitten heel boots.

She’d shoved those at you too. The boots. You wore the same size. Annoyingly. Instead of clinging to the comfort of your usual paint spattered reeboks. She wrinkled her nose up and tore your sneakers away from your grip. Turned away to dust more neon pink blush on her cheekbones.

“You’re gross.” She grimaced at you as she turns a corner. The bracelets on her arms slap and click together as she shuffled the wheel.

“Gross but right.” You poured back. Flicking hair out your eyes. It felt stiff and dry with all the stuff she rubbed and sprayed on it. The noxious chemical stink of too much hairspray and her candy-like Revlon perfume choked the interior of her car. You usually kept your hair back with a scrunchie. Possibly with a pencil or a paintbrush tucked into the bun.

“Just try and not be a catty bitch. Get a drink. Have a dance. Take that iron rod out your ass for once.”

“Its good for my posture.” You sniped at her as she smacked her glossy lips together in the rear view - not checking the car behind her or anything important like that.

“Pretty bad for your sex life though. Yours is particularly tragic right now.” She shot back dryly. Dry as sand and that dig was below the belt.

“Volume series tragedy is what I was actually aiming for.” You grinned at her. Layering the charm on thick.

Not letting her blows have anywhere to land. You scooped up her words and threw them back at her before the typical Linda shrapnel got it’s chance to pierce your skin.

It had been a while, sure. But that didn’t mean you were going to a kegger, to get blackout wasted, and end up dry humping the nearest small dicked athlete in a letterman two tone jacket. You liked to think you had taste. And a little modicum of class.

“You know I don’t get to see Jonny very often. Not since he made the team. I’d look like a loser turning up tonight all by myself.” She whines. Bitching. Stomping her foot on the gas pedal like a brat.

“Next thing I’ll have to start having to sit with the freaks at lunch. Christ, can you imagine?” She scoffs. “Me at the losers table with freak Munson and the rest of his social rejects.”

You gave her a look for that. Blasted her your chilly side eye for her small mindedness.

They were nerds, sure. Into D&D, metal music or band.

They weren’t lepers.

God forbid you ever said this aloud. But, you actually admired the way that some people didn’t conform to the mind numbing rules of popular or preppy. You liked that they cared enough to be themselves. Fuck what others say or think. The punk attitude clinging deep in you found it ballsy and brave.

Maybe they were all braver than you were- hiding yourself away in art class or the Library day after day instead of having to decide what table you’d be sorted onto. Or welcomed at. Chained too.

You weren’t entirely sure Linda would save you a space at the table with the royalty. You didn’t belong there. Your clothes weren’t preppy and cute. You didn’t wear bubblegum neon colours. Or trade gossip. You knew who Siouxsie and the Banshees were. That most likely tipped you into nerd territory. Loser crowd recruit.

You’re sure there’d be a place carved out, so where, for one the arty type, like you. Eternally graphite smudged hands, or flecks of paint dried gummy in your hair. Leafing through your sketchbook and scribbling away. Eyes down, plugged into your Walkman and latest Talking Heads or Smiths cassette.

“Could you be more of a stuck up snob?” You asked with rising hilarity in your voice.

“Yeah.” She preened. Slowing down to make the dreaded turn onto Kyles. Bounces the huge clunky thing onto the nearly busy, paved driveway.

“I am dating a jock now, you know.” She hums. Pleased with herself.

Your eye roll was almost audible.

“Don’t forget to wash your hands after and check for crabs.“ You bat your mascara thick lashes all sickly as you coo the words at her.

You grab the beers and grumpily make your feet leave the car. It’s a trudge but you manage it. You slam the car door because you needed to direct your still seething annoyance somewhere.

She bumps her door shut with her hip and properly wiggles her feet into her heels. Long tanned legs of hers bare and peeping out her pink skirt. A gauzy white top and swingy pink earrings stood neon out her bouffant blonde perm. You weren’t flashing nearly as much.

You wore your white leather jacket with the squeezing black and gold belt she nipped around your middle. Made your tits look awesome, and bigger, her words not yours. Her bright blue top that hangs off one shoulder. Soft black jeans and her back heeled pirate boots which click as you walk. She’d been obsessed with Adam Ant for a while.

Onto your wrists she’d threaded yet more bright jewellery. And the plastic hoops dangling from your ears, you kept on having to untangle it from your hair every four seconds. Your wavy fringe kept on flicking in your eyes.

You stand with the beer and look up at the split ranch style house in front of you. Cicadas humming already. The lawn is green and fuzzy short and the street lights cast a dozy orange thrown into pools everywhere. The house is set back and stood alone. Well spaced out from the neighbours. It backed into the tall dark woods. No risk of noise complaints.

Brown wood and overhanging eaves. It’s a big place. Each window lit up a drowsy yellow. And crowds of voices roils. The tell tale whump-whump of whatever lame ass pop music is blasting along and pulsing at the walls and shaking the windows from the inside.

You step towards the front door. Linda actually scurries along in her heels. Jason’s jeep parked right upfront means the cavemen had already descended. She fluffs her hair and grips the door handle. Slowly jerking it open. It was too loud to hear knocks anyway. The party was in full swing already.

The first thing you do when you come inside? Wince.

Club Tropicana is bellowing loudly through the house on what is very clearly very deafening speakers. The drum beats drown your ears. The thrum of the base plucks the air. You feel the thud of it through the thick squashing carpet.

Someone’s made a vain attempt to party up the place. Twinkle lights glimmer in the living room where many bodies are dancing and throwing hands in the air. Fierce chilli red. Neon green. Sapphire sea blue, spots of light dotted and swimming around the dark ceiling where the lights were poorly tacked. Last minute attempt you’re guessing.

Red cups sloshing drink everywhere. Half drunk beer cans and bottles stood on every flat surface. Some toppled over and leaking dark dribbled spots into the carpet. The dank smell of cigarettes and some musty weed clouds the air.

High schoolers are strewn across the couch. Some making out. Two seconds from dry humping right in the open. Some were chatting. Laughing at their own drunkness. Crowding the narrow hallways.

Linda scans around the crowds. Flirtily shimmying her fingers in a wave when she sees her Jock. She almost bounces on the spot. Giddy smile splitting her lipstick.

Her boyfriend lumbers across and you’re quickly forgotten on the doormat. She takes her purse off you. And one of the six packs.

“Bye?” You state to her with a frown as she preened and laughed as they joined hands.

“Find you later.” She breezed. Her smile was so wide. Cheeks full of blush. Fake and real.

“Wrap it before you tap it.” You growl at her. Narrowing your eyes to pin slits. She flips you the bird when she totters off after her gorilla in basketball threads.

Not four seconds later they’re wrapped around each other like leeches. Tongues down throats. Waxy glossy lipstick all over their chins. He whispers something in her ear when they break apart and they wind through crowds headed for the stairs. Beer forgotten. She’s giggling he’s got a shit eating grin on.

That had taken all of eight seconds past your feet crossing the doormat before your abandonment.

When Four Tops starts blasting. You’ve decided; you must seek out some liquor. You can’t be forced to suffer this indignity of a night in any kind of sobriety.

You growl to yourself. Your mood just plummeted so way far down it could be in the South Pole by now. A pit of acid and spiky nails and broken glass was your stomach. Mood went from foul to fouler.

Armed with one six pack, you heft your way to the kitchen. Pushing past dancers and athletes that line the doorways. Elbow past a couple very loudly making out. They don’t even notice your shouldering byYour reward for basically commando busting your way through crowds is the sight of the kitchen. For some reason the lights are off and purple lights are drowning the room. The colour of Lilac and moody nightshade bruises. A huge bowl of ruby red punch half gone sits on the island. Spiked no doubt. Fine by you.

Liquor bottles stand with tops ripped off, cheap whiskey and vodka. Beer kegs on rosy towels on the floor in the far corner. Red solo cups are scattered everywhere. Crushed, used and not. Chips are half eaten in a messy bowl. Popcorn too. Spilled all over the place. You didn’t envy the cleanup.

You grab a clean one and dunk it into the punch. It spills down your fingers and you suck the drips away. Sip some. The terrific cheap sugar of something that tasted like it was trying to be fruity, combined with the bitchy bite of vodka. Perfect.

You lean against the counter and nurse a cup. You dive back for another. The first slipped down way too easily. Cherry red staining your tongue. Vodka seeping into your legs and arms with its lazy sluggish heat.

You wrap one arm around yourself and stand leaning against the counter. The granite dug into the back of your hips painfully.

Some Basketball jocks who barely lift their eyes to regard you as a form of life, bustle rudely past and knock into you. Sloshing your cup to spill down your top. Drink rolls in drips off your chin.

“Watch it loser.” One of them drunkenly snickers at you. Tossed the words carelessly over his shoulder as they go to draw more shitty beer from the keg. His friend laughed at his crass remark to you.

Fuckin meatheads.

You scoff under your breath. Mood sour you slam your hand down on a can of beer and take your still somewhat full cup out the back door you can see left wide open the other side of the island.

You mumble a curse word at them loud enough to hear as you slip past. “Pricks.” You catch one of their hands with their cups so they drop it by surprise.

“Bite me, babe.” One slurs. Leaning over and holding the handle. Opening his arms at you like some twisted invitation. His gruff words didn’t threaten you.

You turn your head and spit words at them. Eyes narrow under your frizzy fringe. The drink helping get your tongue bold.

“Go find some balls to play with. Idiots” you snipe as you feel the delightful sensation of stepping out the house and into the dark back yard.

You brandish the V’s at them with your fingers and your chipped blue nail polish as you slip out the door and into the mild night. Shoes clicking down the steps. You hear their sneers as you leave.

“Stupid bitch.”

You walk around the perimeter of the pool. You don’t want to know why there’s floating beer cans and a bikini top strewn at the bottom.

You keep walking. Your feet only just unsteady. Out towards the very far back of the yard. The dark border of the trees seemed threatening. Huge towering trunks and dark leafy tips barely grazed by the starlight. Silent sentinels of night. No light snuck back here. Barely any orange light from the street or the rooms of Kyles house reaches all the way out here.

There’s ratty lawn chairs and a couple of empty cans rattling around on the lawn. Evidence that some people were partying here before you. But went back inside to dance or drink. Or went into the huge woods looming just behind you for some clandestine privacy. Or to try and scope out a bedroom.

You take your jacket off and spread it beneath you before you settle down on the end of a blue lounger. The plastic creaks with your weight. Sinks just a bit into the spongy grass. You sit yourself down and take your first deep breath.

You look at that busy house down the slope of the garden. The trash floating in the blue square sear of the pool. The windows limned in yellow. Crowds jump and burst within. Many voices and thudding party pop carry out to you. It’s a Madonna song now. Drifting up the grass that freckled, speckled with slithers of ochre light from the street. The other half carved in dark linear shadows.

You were drunk. Slightly. Not wanting to be here. Definitely. On the peripheral like a distant planet in orbit. Trying to find the place you could belong too. You didn’t know if you ever would. For some people it seemed damn easy. The need to fit. To be.

You had your art. Your drawings. Your craving for your Walkman and the solace of your music and what that bought you. Your job at the record store which you live love loved. Even though your boss, Sal, who was mercurial and was all cynical-moody as anything. But underneath that crusty exterior he was good to you. You still loved it.

You had a sad set of dreams pushed back, way back, nesting under your skin.

One day maybe if you were very lucky, you’d be far outta this town living them dreams. You sure as shit hoped so.

It wasn’t so bad. When all was said and done, at the very least, you didn’t just melt into an easy personality to please other people. Slap on a fake persona to get others to like you. Paste it on every morning. Beam a smile and wear things falsely. You couldn’t bear being that shallow just to have girlfriends to chit chat with at lunch. You couldn’t live that way.

When you tip your head back. You find yourself all of a sudden laying back. Body dizzy. Mind swirling. That punch was strong. You suspect it wasn’t just vodka. Maybe some tequila thrown in there too. You drank it too quick to decipher.

You don’t fight the movement. Spreading back. You can see stars. The majesty of the heavens. All those endless scattered white pearls that wink and shimmer in the endless blue between spots of murky smeared cloud.

After a long minute, you sit up to keep on knocking back your drinks.

You toss back more red vodka punch and don’t stop until the cup is empty. Red dregs. The wonderful snap of vodka makes you hiss through the sting as you finish it.

Nothing is stopping you tonight. One down, then you’re cracking open the cold beer. The satisfying hiss and the hoppy cheap mist spurts over your fingers.

“Here’s to edges.” You toast your beer up to no one. “Mine in particular.”

Your head felt fuzzy. Your tongue loose. You welcomed the sensation. Let it bleed through you and unwind the taut bowstring of your tension. You could really use a smoke right about now. You have to hide them at home. Charlie wouldn’t approve.

You swig the beer. It’ll have to do. It’s definitely cheap and tasted like it. But it’s cold and you just need to unwind your tightening steel wire spool of anger.

Fucking Linda. Fucking Jocks. Dragging you here only to ditch you in favour of sucking face and now probably busy right now sucking other body parts with her gorilla of a boyfriend.

You kick one of the crumpled cans on the lawn with your pirate booted foot. The resounding crunch and rattle comes off far far louder than you’d thought. Knocking off into the trees. Bouncing back like a slap, off the house.

It’s then you hear that maybe you didn’t have as much privacy as you had previously thought.

An odd sort of whispered hissing starts growing louder. The steady crunch of a twig being broken underfoot. Rustling of brittle paper leaves under a sneakered foot. The distant tang of Marlboro smoke curling around the trees.

Someone. Or more than one someone, was in the woods behind you.

The voice comes again. Deep enough to be a guys. Pitchy enough to still be a whisper. “The fuck was that?”

Another voice answers. Louder. Confident. Whispers not tamping down his volume. His tone is mocking.

“Look man, I don’t have all night. Quit wasting my time. 25 for a half ounce. Or I walk away right now and take the sweet stuff with me.”

Your drunk head strains to hear more. You lean further back. Like that will make one scrap of difference. You slosh down more beer and listen through the breeze ruffling the imposing wall of trees.

You hear some more rustling. The unsteady shuffling of feet. A sighed huff. The slap of something into an open palm.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” The sarrcy confidence voice answers. There’s a soft rustling of a plastic baggie.

“Whatever, freak.” Comes the grumble.

“My, my, Such manners. You kiss your mommy with that mouth.” Sneers back the voice. Lilt of humour and sarcasm composing his words.

You turn your head back to see someone break out the shadow swallow of the tree line. A guy in a letter man jacket breaks away and stalks drunkenly through the garden on wobbling legs. Shoving something like a crinkly plastic bag down deep into his pocket. Green and white baseball cap backwards on his head.

He doesn’t seem to notice you sat in your spot. When you raise your beer to take another sip your movement catches his eye. He almost trips over his own feet. Frowns at you.

“What you staring at, loser?” He barks grumpily at you. Bit his teeth around the insult.

You don’t offer a response. You swallow your retort down.

Something about pot making you lose brain cells, him not being so stupid as to take the risk. Needs all the help he can get.

You kinda hate yourself for staying silent But you let it go. You chug more beer. And just try and sit here and not feel.

He turns back and lumbers his stupid way back towards the house. Feet stomping over empty beer cans. You swallow down more beer and watch the party continue on without you.

Apparently, so was someone else.

A sudden flick coming from behind you makes you startle. Twisting back. A lighter being struck to life as this amazingly noiseless person behind you finally came out the tree line.

“That was one hell of a charming duuude.” Mocked the voice. Snorting laughter at the disappearing Jocks back. Marlboro red clamped between his lips. Smoke slithering out his smile. Between the cracks of his straight teeth.

When you saw who it belonged too. You weren’t even suprised. Who else could it be-

Who else would be doing a drug deal on the outskirts of a high school party, in the woods, at almost eleven at night, but Eddie “the freak” Munson.

The undisputed ruler of the geeks table in the cafeteria. Adored by his crowd of younger freshmen. His followers. His little band of devoted lost sheep. Recruited to the dark side to play his sadistic D&D campaigns. This older senior who was always gilded in chunky metal rings, chain bracelets, and rock and roll.

Something about him from afar shrieked messy danger; whether it was the careless swagger he walked with, or the unpredictability of when he’d burst into something crazy or unstable.

Climb on tables, throw food, shout at the top of his lungs with his hands cupped beside his mouth. Antagonise Jason and his pack of Jocks every chance he got. Spray paint ‘Hail Satan’ in glaring neon red across Principal Higgins door like he did last semester.

That last one was technically a rumour that it was him who did it, but you still kinda believed it to be dead true. It seemed his style.

He saw how you’d sprang around to look at him. Heart kicking in your chest as he made you jump.

“Sorry. Shit. Didn’t mean to startle you there.” He held his hands up. Skull bandana in his back pocket flapping against his ripped jeans. Orange tip of the cigarette burned bright like an evil eye in the dark. Lighting up his face and his pillowy lips.

His earlier cocky confidence seemed to have been flipped away, perhaps as a sign of how genuinely he meant his words.

You watch him slowly saunter across to where you’re sat. Nimble footsteps on the soft grass in his sneakers. The only noise coming from how the chain on his jeans swung into his legs. The zips and some of the metal badges on his jacket shining dully in the night air.

The deep tar pit of those black eyes tugged you in. The frizzy rockstar mane curling down to his shoulders. Sticky Ink black, echoing the shade of his eyes. The messy cut of his Jean jacket draped over leather. That blood red demon blazoned on his white raglan Hellfire Club t-shirt - you’d never seen him wear anything else.

“You’re the least scary thing I’ve come across tonight. Trust me.” You tell him. Sipping more beer. Hearing it slick around against the sides of the can.

You weren’t sure why but him being here had you on edge. You didn’t get nervous walking through a whole house of preppy morons. But here, now, you notice nervousness crunching down on your stomach.

Why nervous?

Not because you were scared of him. You felt safer alone with him out here than any of those knuckle-heads inside.

You think in some warped kinda way you wanted to impress him-

Ok, where in the cursed fucking pits of hell had that proclivity bloomed from?

He stops a decent distance away from you. You couldn’t quite read the expression on his face. He was looking at you warily.

You stared at the grass below your borrowed pointy leather shoes and the half empty warm beer in your hands.

“Are you, uhm. Alright?” He seeks. Gone was the earlier plucky confidence. His voice is fully tender.

“Oh I’m just peachy, thanks.” You smite nicely at him. Voice dripping dark sarcasm.

Those wild black eyes narrow with more concern.

“Sure about that?” He checks. Voice tipping up. Smoke exhaling from his mouth.

You summon the courage to look over at him. Bewildered.

He explains by tapping his finger twice under his eye. Still looking intrigued.

You shrink in self consciously. Folding in. Wipe under your eyes. When you bring back your hand, mascara sits weepy and smeared on your finger. Probably running under your eyes a little in your annoyed frustration. You hadn’t realised.

You sniff and wipe your eyes. Who cares anyway. No one was looking at your makeup. They weren’t bothered with you. That stung. But it was true.

Eddie was the first person to actually acknowledge you as a fully fleshed human being. To actually speak to you.

“It’s nothing. Really.” You assure him. Smiling mildly. Unable to believe the guy who had the words loser and freak tossed at him like bullets every damn day is asking you if you’re okay.

“Don’t worry I’m not so wasted that I’m out here sobbing by myself. You don’t have to deal with an emotional girl.” You consider your mood. “Maybe a pissed off one though-“ You added softly.

You loosened your grip on your beer. Flicking your fringe out your eyes again.

“Hey-“ He starts. And it’s so sweetly tender it makes your lungs skip. His voice seems to deepen a little from that anarchistic shriek and shout you often hear from him.

You peer over under your kinked fringe. He thinks how freakin adorable it looks on you. Hits him like a freakin clap of lightning.

Your hair all wild and teased, back combed to hell, and then those eyes. Doe, bambi, sparkling eyes shining in the dark. Side of your face caught all caramel smooth in the peachy-orange light from the street. Despite the smudged eye makeup blacking under your eyes, actually, he kinda likes that dark smouldering look.

You’re fucking pretty.

Fancy that. Eddie Freak Munson talking to a real pretty girl at a High School party. What’s becoming of him?

“You’re out here drinking alone, sweetheart. I just put two and two together is all. My mistake.” He admits sheepishly. Meshing his fingers together as he spoke. Animated. You watched the way his rings glinted in the darkness. Cig wobbling on his lips as he spoke.

“Well. It’s coming out four. Munson.” You admitted gently.

Your very girlish instincts did a little elated hop with the way he called you sweetheart. Those idiots inside had called you a bitch and loser. He had called you sweetheart-

“You know my name.” He grinned all boyish. Hands on his hips, clasping onto a belt that had a handcuff buckle.

“Colour me impressed.” He flits a wink at you. “I didn’t know we were on a surname basis.”

“You’re the local troublemaker and weed dealer. Of course I know your name.” You answer. You didn’t live under a rock.

“Mommy and Daddy have my picture pinned on the dart board at home, huh sweetie?” He tilts his head again and grins all wide and playful. Framing his face with his thumbs and hands like a mock photograph. Smoking cig trickling lazily up to the sky.

He walks a slow circle around you on the lounger. He can’t keep still evidently. Kicking beer cans out the way. Kicks one down the slope of the lawn. Comes back around you like he’s assessing you coolly. Casually. Grey smoke trails in his wake.

Something tells you he’s almost proud of the accomplishment of being considered near infamous. Anything but the poisonous fucking trap of being considered ‘normal.’

“Yeah. They show me a picture of you every morning. Your face slapped over wanted posters serve as a warning to parents all over Hawkins county.” You joked with fake gravity. “I might be indoctrinated into your dangerous devil D&D cult if I don’t watch out.”

“I relish the chance to corrupt more innocent souls. Especially pretty ones.” He says in a mock gravelly devil voice. Sticking his tongue out at you. Widening his eyes to look scary. It makes you almost spit out a mouthful of beer for laughing.

He’s a goof under all that threatening metal persona. You suspect a soft warm heart of gold lurks under that denim and leather chest too.

You offer out the can of beer to him. “Sorry. It’s a little warm but-“

He smiles and stands for a moment. Assessing you. Eyes growing almost warm.

“Poisoned, Snow White?” He jokes.

“I don’t need that on my conscience. Not to mention the stoners in school would flay me alive for taking you out.” You comment. Waving the can out at him between two fingers.

“Sold.” He says.

He drifts in just close enough to take it from you. His rings clack against the thin metal. Crosses and skulls and all things bad bad bad and demonic adorn his hands.

“Sharing beer and we’re not even on a first name basis.” He says as he takes it and pulls back a swig.

You absolutely kick yourself for the way you watch his neck elongate from tipping his head back to drink. Hair down his back. Wavy over his shoulders.

You give him your name. First and last. It tumbled out your mouth before you could stop it. Your drunkenness sliding you right on into trouble.

He raised the can at you in a salute. Repeated your surname at you. Rolled it around his mouth. As if he was tasting it like he was the beer.

“Pleasure to meet you.” He smirked as he did a mock bow and dipped his head at you. Swigging the beer once more.

You bite your lip and wipe your clammy hands on your soft jeans as you turn away and force yourself to look at something much less- distracting. Dangerous?

You settle on looking at the house. Music still bouncing out the place. Voices spilling out boisterous. You watched a guy stumble out the back door to puke into the bushes by the kitchen window. Maybe a newbie.

Eddie saw it but ignored it. Kept his dark gaze stuck on you instead.

“How’s it you ended up out here?” He asked. Passing the can back to into your hand. You take it and cold silver rings brush your hand. Sparks skip over your skin.

“Well. Firstly the music-” You grimaced.

He chuckled archly.

“Fuckkkk I know right? This party could totally use some Motörhead.” He proclaimed.

“Or some Talking Heads.” You agreed.

His eyes lit up. “Stop making sense.” He said approvingly. You smiled at the inside joke.

“I did actually come with someone. But they ditched me before we were even in the front door. They’re upstairs right now, and probably having sex on the pile of coats in the guest room.” You estimate.

 You watched Eddie’s brows raise up a little. Ballsy.

“That’s real shitty.” He states without hesitation. But that smile is creeping back.

“Tell me to get lost if it is none of my business. Sweetie. But uh, did you come here with a… boy. A boy who is maybe a friend. A boyfriend?” He seeks slowly. His head tilting. Rolling his hands as he talked. Manic sprinkled on manic.

Leaning to one side as he asked. That floppy hair leaning over his shoulder. Coming closer and making an unsure grimace as he slowly chewed over that last word. Cig at his side between two fingers.

You shake your head for no. His eyes glint a little.

No boyfriend. Knows who Talking Heads are. Goddamn it, he may have to start turning up the dial to flirt with you some point soon.

His smile turns up at the corners. How have you never noticed that under that manic rock n roll energy it’s actually such a great smile.

He takes another drag and spun away for a second to toss away his cig before it burned out. You hear the way the chains on his arms hit the leather jacket across his chest.

You clarify as to why you were here. How you were dragged along here by your teeth.

“My party friend, Linda, dragged me here. Blonde perm. No braincells, lots of leg and hormones. Idiot Jock strap for a boyfriend.” You explain.

“Alright for some.” Eddie grins at you. His eyes look sharp as black ice in the dark.

“I guess.” You smile. Stretching your feet out. “Maybe not for her though.” You snark in dirty insinuation. It makes him smile across at you.

You both laugh at your joke and it softens him a little to see it.

He spins away and suddenly hops up onto the lawn chair near to you. Flurry of energy. Standing on it and trying to keep his balance. You looked up at him where he stood. Dirty sneakers balancing on the plastic slats.

“I swear I do know you from some place.” He says. A calculative look on his face. He repeats your surname again. Tasting it in his mouth. Arms now crossed over his chest. He leans towards you so slightly. Bending down.

“Uh, School?” You state obviously.

He clicks his tongue. Looks mischievous. “Doesn’t ring a bell.”

That figures, actually.

“Big building. Students. Teachers. Classrooms. Finals.” You explain.

He’s walking up the lounger. Testing precarious steps on the cracking plastic. “It’s vaguely familiar to me.” The chain on his leg swings again with his steps.

“We had a history together in middle school. Mrs Grey’s class.” You offer. Though he’d looked different then, his mannerisms weren’t dissimilar to now.

Just now he had the demon tats and rocker hair to back it up.

“We did?” He questions. Or states. He’s unsure. Or testing the waters. You can’t tell. His mystery is his charm. Unreadable expression.

You remember some of his antics. You doubt he’d ever turned his eyes toward the classroom board even once the whole semester.

On the days he deigned to turn up, he usually spent more time scribbling his own little lyrics or campaign ideas over the assignment paper he’d been given on his desk. Or drawing devils, monsters and skulls with leering forked tongues, in a thick stubby sharpie. He took tormenting your teacher as a personal mission.

Any time he was called on, he answered with bite, with wit and a - deeply buried disguised - degree of intelligence that meant he could walk this class - if he really, really wanted too. You found it almost admirable. It was almost enough to make you develop a crush on him.

His dislike for conformity and following the establishment rules had him cemented as this jagged little pill of a troubled guy who couldn’t care less about school. Or grades. People looked at him and saw no more than trailer trash trouble. The rebel Munson kid who lives in the trailer park off Kerley.

“I’m memorable from all the way back then?” He asks. Doubting he was even worth remembering from last week. Let alone going back years.

“Yeah. You made me laugh.” You tell him bravely.

Whether it was the way he snuck in late, or asked to borrow a pencil. Threw balled up pieces of paper at the popular crowd to antagonise. Made stupid distorted faces behind Mrs Grey’s back. Contradicted her til she was red in the face.

“I sat behind you, didn’t I?” He remembered. Then he snaps his fingers. His chain leather bracelet jangles. “Pencil girl.”

You nod. “Nice nickname.”

He drops suddenly in a jump to the ground. Burst of energy. Sits himself facing you on the end of the lounger. Knees spread. Holds out a flat hand to you to shake.

“Nice to properly meet you again. Pencil girl.” He grins at you.

You blush. You actually feel your blush crawl it’s molten way up your cheeks. Eddie Munson is offering his ring clad hand out for you to shake.

You meet his eyes as you look over and take it. Slip you palm into his warm one. Clutch of metal surrounding your fingers as you shake. The brackets on your arms clack together as you jerk your arm.

“Nice to properly meet you too, Eddie.” You grin.

His eyes look warm as he beams at you. Those dark eyes all melting and dark liquid chocolate in their gaze. Your knees almost brush his ripped jean kneecaps where you’re leant over to shake his hand.

He seems awfully unconcerned about letting go of your hand any time soon.

Because he’s come closer to you, you can smell the beer on his breath and the the sharp acrid of cigarettes woven into his clothes. Along with some faintly tangy scent of weed, powdery laundry detergent.

Up close he’s even more terrifying. Those wild eyes bordered in shade by that even wilder tangle of hair.

“How come I rarely see you around. Pencil girl.” He asks genuinely. Sliding his hand out of yours at last. When you break away to look at his hand sliding off yours, you only realise then you’d been staring.

“Well I do actually go to my classes.” You tease.

He clutched over his heart like he’d been pierced with a mortal wound. Choked, Gasped your name.

“Mean.” He grins. Those melting eyes turn all puppyish. Holding the space over his heart like it hurt.

“I guess I mostly live in the Art classroom at school. Or the library. That’s where I am most days. Most lunches and my free periods.” You tell him.

He smirks. You can’t tell what that means.

“You’re telling me you’re secretly one of us.” He lowers his voice to a whisper.

You frown. Oh it’s a good look on you. It bunches up little wrinkles between your brows.

“One of us?”

“A freak.” Eddie grins. His grin slowly grows.

“Is that an official diagnosis? Dungeon master?” You ask him.

Twisting to fully face him where you sit on the lounger. You feel Linda’s top slide down your shoulder. Your bra strap is showing. Eddies eyes flick to it for the barest second.

“Totally. I hereby brand thee. Fellow freak. Pencil girl. Welcome to the club.” He puts his hands over his hair, mimes placing a crown on your head. Arms outstretched around your head. Surrounding your puffed up hair.

You smile. The scent of warm old leather and cigarettes smacks you in the nose. He waved his fingers either sides of your temples. Your stomach squirms. Butterflies kicked to life.

He’s a freak. And a goof. And so are you.

And, oh christ, you think you might like him-

“Great. So when’s my swearing in ceremony. What do we do? Sacrifice virgins or goats, what?” You play around.

“Friday nights. I’m afraid the sacrificing of virgins is messy. But necessary.” He waggles his brows. Trying to look serious. You doubt he ever looked serious in his life.

You snort. You can’t help it. You cover your mouth. He shakes with laughter too. Chest bouncing with it.

Your head is swimming drunk and you can only just believe you’re sat out here shooting the shit with Eddie Munson of all people.

And for once in your life, you’re enjoying one of these terrible shitty parties.

The new music dancing across the lawn catches Eddies ears. The mellow base and chirpy singing.

He rolls his eyes over to the house in disgust. ‘Just the two of us’ is crooning across the lawn. Tacky. Saxaphone riff, and Bill Withers smooth whiskey-dulcet voice.

“I’m gonna be puking in the bushes soon if they carry on with that shit.” He nudged his head across to the open door. The golden rectangle of the kitchen door that glowed in the night. Spilling light up the slanted yard.

“I think, my friend isn’t going to be surfacing any time soon.” You wince at the thoughts and all that could possibly entail. Whether or not she’d bother to come find you. Skirt twisted around her waist. Lipstick all smeared around her puffy mouth. Hair mushed. Cheeks glowing.

You should go and find her. But- you really don’t want too. Nothing could move you from this lounger.

“I should go back inside.” You say out loud. You stay stock still.

Eddie shoots you a look. Disbelieving.

“Listen. Anyone who sits on the outskirts of this fuckin idiotic makeout party and listens to Talking Heads is plenty alright with me. You’re better off.” He points a thumb into his Hellfire clad chest when he says ‘me’.

Where his t-shirt was disturbed, you see a dark triangle of a guitar pick on a necklace around his neck. Some ink on his skin. You want to see just exactly where those tats end and begin.

Your gaze is drawn to the house as a gang of jocks come out to the back yard. Some to stand and chat with their friends. Some to smoke. They seem to have clocked you both. Eddies mood changes.

“Let me give you a ride home, pencils.” Eddie says suddenly out of nowhere. His voice took on a deeper tone. Duller.

You aren’t sure you heard him right. What?

You turn back and see a very sincere look stained across that anarchistic expression. His eyes almost deepen.

“Are you serious?” You ask him.

“Not often. But just then? Yeah. I wouldn’t feel right walking away, leaving a pretty girl like you alone and vulnerable out here. Not with that crowd of assholes circling.” Eddie says as he scans along the row of them with, clearly, no love lost in his tone.

“Uhm.” You churn over your thoughts. Fragments of choppy sense returning to your tipsy head. “Yeah ok, Sure. Thanks.”

Eddie smiles. That palm of his is offered to you once again. And you take it.

You wobble on your feet on the soft grass.

He smiles. Steadies your elbows with his hands. Both hands clutching on for your safety. He draws you close. Just a little. His dark eyes dart with slight starlight.

“Us freaks gotta stick together. Man.” And then comes that rock n roll mischief smirk. Your belly melts.

You think you like being a freak after all.

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🕷 Fancy a sneak at the next part? 🕷

#stranger things #stranger things season four #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #maxine mayfield #dustin henderson #will byers #mike wheeler #1980’s #high school #High School parties #high school drama #high school cliques #party #eddie munson x original character #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x oc

[justkindavibin]

just discovered the worst feeling in the world. When people you thought you were friends with in high school won't even look your way now. And you don't even know what you did wrong

I wanna be at home so bad right now

#high school drama #i'm so tired #I wish I knew why people hate me #oh well

[dont-tell-my-mom-im-here]

I used to think American high school movies were unrealistic until I saw one of the most popular girls in my year cry because she wasn't elected prom queen

#high school #high school drama #high school movies #prom

[darkfictionjude]

What if in a ball event in the school the rosare going to tell their feelings to mc but someonelse declares their love for the ros in front of them and with the crowd as spectators and that person gaves them a lip kiss, the they saw the mc just staring them and then leave, would they reach for them?

High school dances can be dramatic. Although are you saying basically someone forced themself on mc? I get asks where I don’t know if certain advances are wanted or not. Y’all have to clarify for me

Imre wouldn’t reach for them because he feels they want to be alone. He doesn’t think mc likes public displays of affection. He’ll question this decision though

Nia would try but ultimately she’s too angry to console them. Mc has never had a first kiss, the fact that it was taken from them like that pisses her off.

Lorcan is too clumsy. He makes to grab their hand put it ends up looking like he hit their arm. He doesn’t know the right words to say, words fail him.

#anon asks #high school drama #kisses #the ROs #nonnie scenarios #we wretched creatures

[miradragoncat]

New Movie Genre Idea

THIS IS SATIRE, DO NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY

Okay so, hear me out. A high school love drama, but in the format of a nature documentary. Imagine it, it would be like this kid flirting with people and figuring out themselves and how to navigate life and difficulties, but David Attenborough is narrating it the entire time. It would be so funny to watch, and it would make no sense whatsoever.

"Here we can see a young adolescent male human named Jake going to attempt to court a young female his own age named Adeline. He had been trying for a long time, but other males had beaten him to it. But little did he know, that this female was what's called "lesbian" and was going to tell the world today. His courting would be unsuccessful, and he would have to find a different female to court."

Of course this is satire, do not take any of what I'm suggesting seriously. Calling people males and females is creepy and dehumanizing and should not be done unless in a medical standpoint by professionals.

#movies #films #cinema #movie genres #ideas #story ideas #creating #creativity #stories #narrative #storytelling #publishing #david attenborough #nature documentary #new genre #high school #middle school #school #high school drama #high school love story #high school movie #high school movies #high school nature documentary #stupid idea

[gayspacesprinkles]

Collab with my homie @iam93percentstardust 💖

#amerikate #america chavez #kate bishop #iam93percentstardust writing #gayspacesprinkles art #collabe time #asexual character #high school drama #they are so adorable #i love them #sweet pure

[happypeachsludgeflower]

high school drama club au where a pining Nico and Will are cast to play Patroclus and Achilles in a school play.

#percy jackson and the olympians #high school drama #heroes of olympus #nico de angelo #will solace #solangleo #nico x will #achilles #achilles x patroclus #patroclus #song of achilles #high school au #writing prompt #fanfiction prompt

[curseoftheeel]

You're just like the rest of them! Hey everyone, happy weekend! I hope you enjoy the update and the return of everyone's favorite liability, Jason! We'll see what happens as two bull-headed young men collide!

Thank you everyone for your support of Curse of the Eel! Please keep liking, sharing, following, and commenting on the webcomic, as every bit helps the story reach new plateaus! I'm also preparing to make a pitch for Curse of the Eel, so I hope you'll continue to support this story as it reaches its conclusion and possibly evolves into other book formats beside webcomics =3

#curse of the eel #horror #comics #indie comics #indie #high school #weird #webcomics #art #illustration #halloween #haunted house #jock #high school drama

[ninapi]

Glitched

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Premise: Rintarou unexpectedly meets the girl of his dreams through an online game and he does his best to find this mysterious girl in the real world and keep her for good.

Word Count: 3591

Chapter 3: Mine.

The way back to your place has never been this tedious, not only was the hot weather really getting to you at this point, but the bus was just not coming. You wanted to get home faster which is why you decided on taking the bus instead of the train since the station was farther away from the school but seems like you missed it.

Your phone lights up with a chat notification, Suna literally dashing over to his house, took him less than five minutes to arrive at his destination, all he wanted was to hear your voice again. “Let me know when I can call you. I’m home now.” he added a sticker of a fat cat laying on his bed texting, this making you laugh and forgetting the hatred you were feeling towards your local transportation system. “The bus won’t come, save me.” his heart was crashing against his own bodily cavities, you were just too cute for his brain to process.

Your phone rang right away, startling you, but you answered the call instantly, “Someone told me you were in need of being saved.” your quiet giggles were all he needed to survive now, who needs food. “Seems like you live closer to your school than I do.” you keep on looking around, hoping to spot the bus, “Nah, I just ran real fast. Had a cat lady waiting for my call.” was he always this smooth? He was surprising himself with his antics, “You didn’t have to run, I bet you were already tired after practice.” Having someone worry over him and his levels of stamina was heartwarming for the middle blocker, all he heard all the time was how he needed to stop being so lazy, you were certainly an angel. “Practice was pretty intense as usual, but you are that important.” you were officially a blushing mess, now hoping this bus wouldn’t come any time soon, at least you were alone at the bus stop and nobody could see you.

“You are making me blush~” you teased him just a bit but that was all he needed, the last push, he was dying to see you. Your phone started beeping for it to switch to video call, your heart about to burst, you heard he saw a picture of you, but you’ve never seen him, being as nervous as one can be you even forgot what was needed to accept the call, fumbling with your thumbs. Once you managed to get it to work, your soul left your body, “Hey gorgeous.” It’s all he said, giving you a small smile, he was laying down on his bed, still wearing his uniform. “Oh my god, hi! Look at your face! So squishy.” your dreamy eyes were digging holes in his existence, that picture did no justice to you, with the poor lighting of the bus stop you looked almost ethereal, “Squishy- is that even a good thing-“ your giggles, live, all for him to see, life was being so good to him, he promises never to complain again, “Being squishy is the best thing ever, well at least for me.” and at the end that’s all it mattered to him.

“So, am I the only one who really wishes teleportation was like a thing? Because I’m about to search in the black market for options.” how does he manage to make to make you laugh with everything he says, is beyond comprehension but he enjoys it heavily. “You are not. Let me know if you find something, otherwise boring old trains would have to do.” was he even serious when he said he would visit you on the weekend? He doesn’t even know where you live. “Yeah, about that. It’s a bit far from here, so I’ll get on the first train, should be in Sendai station around 10, would that work for you? If you think this is too weird or you just don’t wanna meet me yet, we can-“ you cut him off immediately, of course you wanted to see him, you wanted to see him right now. “I’ll be there! Let’s meet outside at the main entrance.” he nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. He was doing something crazy, you should not meet random online people, that’s a rule, but the Karasuno dudes knew you, is not like you were some shady unknown woman.

Your phone was flooding with notifications coming from an unknown source, but you decided to ignore them for the time being. The bus was now on sight, and you had to end the call, of course not without promising Suna you would text him as soon as you arrived home safe and sound.

The dopey look on your face was making people around you stare, but you were just so happy, not like you could control your face. You not only managed to find your mysterious stranger, but you have a date on Saturday! You haven’t had an actual date in forever and the last one you had was awful, Miyuki wanting you to date her boyfriend’s cousin, who let’s just say wasn’t an ideal fit for you, making you avoid going on dates for a while.

Once you were comfortable on your seat, you checked the messages you got earlier noticing they were from Tsukishima, he wanted to make sure you arrived home safely. He was a sweet lad, you made so many friends in a single day, you were really appreciating choosing Karasuno over Seijoh.

Tsuki was already in his house, staring at his roof, waiting for your reply. He wasn’t sure if he was even allowed to text you this quickly, but the look on your face when you were on the phone with Suna was hunting him. He’s never crushed on a girl like this, of course he’s been intrigued by a couple of girls in his life, but they were never worth the risk. You on the other hand, were driving him nuts.

He remembered how a few nights back his older brother was teasing their mother saying it was time for his hormones to kick in and that she shouldn’t be surprised if he brought a girl home any time soon. He thought it was all nonsense as usual, but his hormones were clearly out of control today. He thought of how soft your body felt pressed against his own, your hair smelled so sweet, almost like going into a candy shop, the way your tiny hands wrapped around his massive one….sent his mind to the gutter, he needed to get up and take a cold shower. But that’s when his screen lit up displaying your name, “Not yet ☹ I missed the bus, but I’m on my way now. Thanks for worrying, Tsukishima-kun, you are really sweet.” you thought he was sweet. No one had ever said that about him, not even once. “Just call me Kei. Let me know when you get home, or I won’t be able to sleep.” you were being spoiled by two handsome men, how did all this happen, people rarely even look your way. You sent him a cute bunny nodding sticker and stashed your phone back into your bag, our friend Tsuki though was staring at the sticker thinking of your cute little button nose, you looked just like that cute fluffy rabbit. His mood swaying from the need to do something about his raging hormones, to the need of wrapping himself into a blanket burrito, something was really off with him today.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☾ . :☆ﾟ.･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.･

Saturday was finally here, and you spent all night trying every single possible outfit, nearly crying in despair. Nothing was just good enough for you, but you went for a fitted summer dress, concentrating all your effort into the hair and makeup side of the outfit instead, you weren’t sure what he would even like in a girl so you wanted to play it safe for now.

When Suna got off his train and walked over to the entrance he was just frozen in place. You were trying to fix your bangs using your phone as a mirror, very much noticeably nervous. He just couldn’t believe what he was doing, he’s never been even that interested in women and that train ticket was hella pricey. But every penny was completely worth it the moment your eyes met. You gave him the widest smile he’s ever seen, your eyes filling up with tears and you just ran straight into his arms. “Well hello to you too, stranger.” he looked down at you, resting his forehead on yours, “Are we even strangers at this point-?” you were so cute he just wanted to smother your face with kisses, maybe even bite those cheeks a bit, but that was definitely not the place or the time for that. “This is the first time we officially meet, so technically we were until just now.” he reached over to hold your hand, pulling you with him, “The term ‘boyfriend’ sounds better though, you might want to use that one.” you were smiling widely, hiding your face on his arm as you walked along the sidewalk. “Right, so what are we doing today, dear boyfriend of mine?” his chest puffed out on its own, pride filling every inch of him. “Hm, if it was up to me, I would just bring you to my house and we would watch a movie, eat some pizza and probably nap.” that actually sounded like a perfect date to you, “But sadly, its hours away from us and doing that in your house might be a bit too much for your family specially since we just met-“ you stopped walking, shyly looking down, “Mom is working till late today, so it would be just sausage and us. I mean if you want to, that sounds like a great plan but I know it could be too fast-“ this time it was him the one who cut you short, “Lead the way, gorgeous.” he motioned for you to guide him through the city he had no interest at all in knowing, meeting your cat being way more interesting than sightseeing.

You stopped along the way to buy some cake for later, Suna quickly falling into the boyfriend role, holding you from behind while you guys waited for the lady to wrap your choice of cake. Of course, none of you knew Tsukishima was going out from the athletic store right across the street, he wanted to get new shoes as he kept on growing and they were starting to feel tight again. He thought he heard your giggles, making him look around in a paranoid frenzy, was he officially loosing his mind now? But then he saw his worst nightmare, aka.Suna Rintarou, nuzzling his face on your neck right there for everyone to see, what was he, some sort of animal? Was it necessary to mark you as his or something?

Disgusting.

He knew this would happen, it was very clear that both of you liked each other, and he had accepted this and willingly decided to wait for you, but saying this didn’t hurt was utter bullshit. He didn’t want you to see him, so he went back inside the shop saying he changed his mind and wanted them in white instead of black.

You took Suna to your house, your cat being the skilled ninja he is, immediately jumped on his head, enjoying his soft locks and claiming them as his new bed. This made you both laugh, “Told you, he likes you.” getting off your shoes, you grabbed a hold of his fingers, pulling him into the living room, “Hope you like me too, otherwise I might have to kidnap this cat as a consolation price.” you rolled your eyes at him, wasn’t it obvious that you did? Plopping on the sofa, you turned on your tv, giving him the remote to choose what to watch while you scrolled on your phone for a pizza place, “Pretty sure I like you more.” pleased with the answer he got comfortable next to you, carefully moving the cat to set him on his lap, choosing the scariest looking movie he could find. You scheduled the pizza to arrive a couple of hours later and got your comfy blanket out to go under it with Suna. Even if it was boiling hot outside you turned the A/C to its max to have your house freezing on purpose, cuddling the middle blocker being the ultimate goal.

Who would have thought you would be doing something so intimate with someone that was a complete stranger a week ago, but it was so soothing to be pressed to his side, your head resting on his chest while enjoying the beauty of horror.

He was sneakily trying to tickle your sides, his suppressed needs from Friday hitting him like a truck. “Rin stop! You know I’m ticklish!” you squirmed against him, trying your best to continue watching the movie, but that wasn’t good enough, if sausage could make you giggle like crazy he would accept that challenge and steal his place. He looked down at you, expressionless, before attacking your tummy with his fingers in full force, you’ve never laughed this hard, his fingers were digging into the softness of your body skillfully, the cutest sounds coming out of you as you gasped for air. Before you could actually react to what was happening you saw Suna pretty much on top of you, his lips less than an inch away from yours. You were panting heavily, your cheeks as red as they could be, eyes glossy and lips slightly parted, he lost all control of his body, his lips crashing hard on yours. Not what you thought the first kiss you’d share would be like but who were you to complain, your arms wrapping around his neck, bringing him down on you. Your lips were as sweet as the rest of you, he just couldn’t get enough of you and his mind was getting clouded, against his better judgement he lets go of your rosy lips, looking into your eyes for what felt like an eternity before going back to his spot on the sofa.

After regaining your breath, you checked your phone seeing the pizza guy was already outside waiting for you to pick up your lunch, Suna went for it, setting it down on your coffee table. The rest of the day went pretty much as planned, you finished watching the movie, having to go back a few times due to some steamy kisses here and there but the task of finishing it was over by mid afternoon. He wanted to take a short nap, having to wake up so early to take the train taking its toll on his body. You indulged him, having a mass of heavy warm muscle pressed against your body for about an hour, he slept like a baby, but you weren’t able to close an eye, too self-conscious of the situation you were in. After having some of the cake you bought earlier, it was getting pretty late and was time for him to go back home, not looking forward to number of hours needed for him to return, he just wanted to live under your bed forever, maybe no one would notice.

You walked him to the station, none of you wanting to let go of the other. Holding his face on your hands you pecked his soft lips, “I’ll go visit you next weekend, I promise.” he hated this, would Karasuno accept him? They were clearly in need of a good middle blocker, maybe he could convince his parents. “Can’t I just live in Sausage’s house? Looked pretty comfy.” It broke your heart seeing how he didn’t want to leave either; you were now understanding completely why long-distance relationships were hard. “I wish you could, but your team needs you as much as I do. Though, I like to think I need you just a tiny bit more than they do, specially after today.” you let go of his face, grinning up at him, his train was leaving in ten minutes and he needed to hurry to the platform or he would indeed need to share your cat’s cardboard house. “They can all turn into monkeys and join a circus for all I care. I’m quitting school and becoming a cat tamer.” You burst out laughing, patting his backside for him to start walking, “Got it, then let’s buy a camper and travel across the country showcasing your cat magic.” hey that didn’t sound like a bad idea, but before he could think on it more he saw his train displayed on the screen, it was already there and he would have to run, “I’ll start looking for campers in the train. Text me when you get home.” he leaned down to peck your lips once more before leaving, your heart going with him in the process.

･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☾ . :☆ﾟ.･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.･

It’s been just a few weeks since the last time you were able to physically see your boyfriend and you’ve been so down. You wanted to see him and not just through a damn camera. His kisses were so warm and addicting, you just needed more of him. Sighing loudly, you slumped on your chair, school was over and you should probably get going, but Nishinoya came looking for you shortly after, “Hey (Y/N), the boys and I are going to get some ramen, practice got cancelled since the school is repainting the gym. Would you like to go with us? Tsukishima has been acting weird and you seemed pretty down, I bet that would make you both feel better!” some fatty unhealthy but delicious food was just what you needed, besides, the guys are fun to be around, “Sure, why not. Let’s go!”

When Nishinoya arrived at the shop with you following, the boys got overly excited, Kiyoko had declined the invitation and having a lovely face around was always welcomed. Tsukishima however couldn’t look at you without thinking of the disgusting expression on Suna’s face, making his mood even more sour.

“Hey Tsuki, why don’t you sit next to (Y/N)? I’ll seat over there with Kageyama.” before he could say anything, Yamaguchi had already pushed him down beside you and was running to hide behind Kageyama, suddenly fearing for his life at the cold look on his friend’s face. “What are you going to order, Kei? I’ve never been here before, not sure what’s good.” Kei???? Every pair of eyes now on Tuskishima’s face. Not even Yamaguchi calls him by his first name. “Hmm, you would probably like the shoyu ramen best.” you smiled at him, trusting him completely, “Got it, then that’s what I’ll get.” you deflated on your seat, resting your head on his shoulder, “Tired?” you just nodded, playing with a napkin. The team was silent taking in what was going on between you two as they waited for the food to arrive. Since when have you become this close? They didn’t know you’ve been talking daily, only Yamaguchi knew about this.

Once the food arrived, the usual bickering of the team continued, making you laugh and forget about your depressing afternoon, Hinata’s nose was currently dripping with soda and you just couldn’t stop laughing, Tsuki’s mood changing for the best. He knew you were taken now but just spending time with you was fun and he enjoyed having you by his side. He leaned over, cleaning the excess oil from your mouth with his napkin, this making you blush at the sudden touch, just what he wanted. He just went back to his ramen bowl, giving it no thought. He wanted you to get used to him, to his touch, to his presence, he wanted you to think of him whenever you felt sad, whenever you needed someone.

Your phone’s screen lit up and you answered the call right away, “Rin! How was practice? I’m eating dinner with the volleyball team right now.” he wasn’t jealous of them per say, he just wished he could be there and join you for dinner, “Heh, I bet those hungry men are all staring at your gorgeous self, not even eating.” your demeanor changed right away, earning a deep sigh from Yamaguchi, he really wanted his friend to find love and stop being so salty all the time, but you were definitely head over heels with this other guy, “Don’t be silly, everyone here knows I’m yours.” Ouch, that hurts. Tsuki got up, taking both of your empty bowls along, silently walking over to the counter, trying his best to be a man. He knew it would take time, he might not even succeed ever, but he had to be patient, “His, huh? We’ll see about that.”

･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☾ . :☆ﾟ.･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ.･

You’ve been dating Suna for the past seven months, he’s been the most loving boyfriend you could ever wish to have, as funny as always, bringing happiness to your heart every day.

But long distance relationships are hard.

You loved him so much, all you wanted to do was to be by his side. Be able to cheer for him during his matches, having him hold you to sleep. It was now physically showing how desperately you wanted this, it was clear to everyone you were barely sleeping, lets not even mention eating. You weren’t looking good at all and Tsukishima was worried.

You were forced to run for the school sports day, not being many girls in your class every single one of you were obligated to multiple roles. You didn’t even had two hours of sleep last night and breakfast…well…who had time for that, so you were feeling a bit dizzy to say the least.

Your friends were there to cheer for you at the race, Tsuki being in the first row making sure he wouldn’t miss a second. But the one that missed something was you, as soon as you started running you blacked out, falling in front of your classmates and even being stomped on by some that weren’t able to stop on time. “(Y/N)!!” the last thing you heard was Kei’s voice and that just brought you the sense of security you needed to completely loose consciousness.

Tsukishima ran over to you, lifting you in his arms and running over to the infirmary. Miyuki, who was holding your phone, called your boyfriend first before following the first year into the building.

The nurse told him you were exhausted and probably haven’t been eating much, so she wanted you to stay there for the rest of the day with I.V fluids. One of your schoolmates had also stomped too hard on your wrist and it seemed broken, so you would need to go to the hospital after class, your mother was not available to take the nurses call so she left a message and told all this to Tsukishima so he would rely the message to you when you woke up.

It took a couple of hours for you to stir, Tsukishima had been holding onto your good hand all this time hoping you would wake up soon. “Kei..? What happened?” you were very disoriented, the pain killers in your I.V being very efficient, you could barely feel any pain. “You blacked out on the middle of the race. Was told you aren’t sleeping or eating. Why are you doing this to yourself, (Y/N)? Is it because of Suna?” you could hear the amount of venom coating his last question. If he was your boyfriend he would take such good care of you, just when were you going to realize that?? “I’ve just been having a hard time lately, it’s all on me though.”

Before Tsukishima could retaliate to your argument the doors to the infirmary burst open, a very agitated and panting Suna blocking the entire doorway. “Baby, are you ok? I came as fast as I could!” he ran over to your side, cradling your face gently in his hands, taking a good look at you. You looked dead tired, sick even. “No. She’s not ok. She hasn’t been sleeping or eating for months now. Just look at her! She’s so weak can’t even run properly and got hurt, now she has to go to the hospital and get her wrist fixed and why? All because you aren’t here for her! Isn’t that what a boyfriend is supposed to do?” he was fuming, you were as startled as Suna was, what’s gotten into him? “It’s not like I don’t want to be here, Tsukishima. Do you have an idea of how far my house is from here? Why do you think it took me so long to come? I had to beg my coach to drive me here, I don’t even know how am I going back home I even forgot my school bag and my wallet is in there. I’m doing the best I can.” you reached over, placing a peck on the side of his hand, you knew he was having as much of a hard time as you were and you just appreciated him so much. “Well, it’s not enough! If you can’t fulfill your role as her boyfriend then maybe you should step down so someone else can take the spot. Someone who can and will be there for her all the time.” he was growing louder, a small crowd forming outside the doors trying to see what was going on.

“Oh? And let me guess, that person would be you, right? Pft, look, I appreciate all you’ve done for her, she adores you and you are a very important friend for her, even I know that, but you gotta understand she is MY girlfriend and that isn’t going to change any time soon.” Suna was growing more and more agitated, not even Atsumu has gotten him this aggravated before. “You see her like twice a month, Suna. How can someone like that be there for her? Think about her, about her well being! If I was you I would have done something already to be by her side.” now you were the one getting angry, why do they keep on talking like if you weren’t there?

“Don’t even talk about things you don’t know. I wanted to transfer to Karasuno but (Y/N) wouldn’t let me. She’s proud of the fact that Inarizaki scouted me to play for their school, my family moved all the way from Aichi just so I could be part of the team and I was more than willing to leave it all for her, so don’t talk like you know everything when you clearly don’t.” the blonde middle blocker was losing his last straw of patience, so what? He would have done it anyways. “So? She has to throw her life into a trashcan just so you can become someone one day and you’re just going to agree with that? Just like that?” you were now sitting up, giving your friend an annoyed tired look. “No, kei. I’m not that stupid. That’s why I’m transferring to Inarizaki next spring.” Both of them were staring at you bewildered, not even your boyfriend knew about this. “That’s why I haven’t been sleeping well, their entrance tests aren’t easy and I wanted a full scholarship to make sure my mom would agree to it.” Tsukishima’s heart was cracking and he didn’t know what to do, “But (Y/N)! What about us? You have so many friends here that love you. Are you willing to leave us all behind that easily?” you could hear the desperation in his tone of voice it was heartbreaking. “It’s not easy, Kei. Did you really think I was just sad and loosing sleep over missing my boyfriend? Of course that’s a huge part of it but making this decision has been tougher than I thought it would be for me. Not only will I be leaving my friends but also my mother, my hometown, everything I’m used to. Do you think that’s easy? But I would never make Rin come here for me, it would be like stealing his future. He is fantastic at what he does and you know it’s true. There’s nothing I can do here that I can’t do at Inarizaki, so I must be the one to move.”

They were both in complete shock, Suna’s heart was about to burst with so much love. You were really willing to leave everything behind just to be closer to him. He never thought he would find someone like you, for someone who didn’t believe in love for majority of his life he’s been blessed with the best of the best.

“We will still talk every day as we do now, Kei and I will visit often. I’m sorry to disappoint you I’m just doing what I think is the best for my boyfriend’s future and my own.” he just nodded trying to take everything in. You were leaving in just a few weeks, then what, was it all over for good? He hasn’t even had the chance to confess his feelings to you yet.

Suna was moving away your covers, gently removing the I.V from your arm. “What the hell do you think you are doing? The nurse said she had to stay with that on all day.”

“I know, but (Y/N)‘s mother, who’s a doctor, told me to bring her home after taking her to the hospital to get her wrist checked. She will get her back on it as soon as I take her to her room. Now if you excuse me, I have to take my girlfriend to the hospital.” he told you to hang on tight as he carried you bridal style out of the infirmary, all the onlookers either jealous of you or trying to snap a picture to gossip later.

Was it really the end? Was there nothing he could do? Tsukishima collapsed onto the bed you were laying on just a few seconds ago, thinking about a way to covey his feelings before it’s too late.

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So who’s gonna introduce the newbies to Tumblr like it’s the start of a mean girls vs new girl high school drama?

Here we have the jocks, here are the theatre kids, artists, hipsters (etc), the edgy people and emos, the weird kids,

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Fifteen-year-old Lyric Teague sings like an angel and has already played all the great musical theater roles—in the privacy of her bedroom.

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