i don't wanna be on my phone but i need my phone to figure out where i'm going on a walk and i need my phone to get to my audiobook and i need my phone to call my brother and i need my phone to get in touch with my friends which is fine but i don't want to be on my phone.
so i walk and that's fine and i'm using the phone in an okay-way in that moment. but sometimes i am using the phone like it is a weapon and that's stupid because no it's not. ive seen a weapon those are different this is a phone. but it's also in my hands until 2 AM and i haven't slept. at 4AM. i don't even mean to do it half the time i'm opening the phone to check the weather or to check my email which are things-that-are-okay but then i am in my phone for hours somehow, and i missed the dawn while i was on instagram. i don't even like instagram.
i don't want to be on my phone im not good at it so i try to put distance there but then i'm distancing myself from my friends. we meet up in person but my pictures are on my phone and the menu is on the phone (mon dieu) and so is venmo. so i need the phone to be with my friends and that's fine because it can record concerts and fun activities and i can take pictures of them smiling with pumpkins.
but i don't want to be on the phone because i go to look at the pictures of the pumpkins and i hate how i look in it but it's fine. and somewhere between the pumpkins and 3AM i have lost so much time. i don't even know what i'm doing on it only that i don't enjoy it any longer. it is this long blank void. forever and ever. restless like how mushrooms feel restless beside a dead body.
i don't want to be on my phone so i pick up the phone and i type into google things to do in my area and i save them to my phone and i'll need my phone to get to the tickets and i'll need my phone to book the appointment and i'll need it, i'll need it
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summary: you and eddie see eachother for the first time after you broke the friendship to protect him from the upside down
pairing: eddie munson x f!reader
word count: 4.7k
tags: mentions of drugs, strong language, no s4 spoilers, friends to enemies to lovers-ish, angst
a/n: fellas! i have written about 6 eddie fics bc nothing could satisfy me n im still iffy abt it so u gotta tell me if this sucks, alright? weβre cousins here, its ur duty. BUT I HOPE ITS ENJOYABLE ITS ANGSTY BUT THATS HOW I COPE <3
Eddie Munson sat on a lounge chair by the pool, unlit cigarette hanging by the corner of his mouth. His metal lunchbox stood by his boots, on the stoned ground. His right leg bounced up and down with quickness, his fingers fiddled with the rings on his right hand.
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Dolly Parton photographed by Ed Caraeff, 1979.
(creds to original gif owner. thank you!) βΈ sum. (requested by anon, thank you<3) youβre a total secret metalhead and eddie visits your house the first time, surprised by all the posters and begins to tease you about it before offering to teach you guitar. βΈ cw. fluff, playful teasing, reader is hyperfeminine presenting, mentions of corruption. βΈ wc. 2.3k βΈ a/n. i had to insert my own obsession of adam ant even though hes not metal bc gazayum he was so fine in the 80s. βΈ alt. same imagine in bigger font
βyou really are a total freak, y/n.β
Mrs. Sullivan, your English teacher was droning on as you slowly began to tune out, your mind elsewhere as you stared blanky at the chalkboard. The only thing that could snap you out of your bored trance were the dreaded words,Β βNow, get into partners.β
Despite you being classified as apart ofΒ βthe popular groupβ, they all had their own closer friends within the group, Chrissy pairing with Mandy and your only other friend Lauren would obviously pair up with Brandy, the inseperable duo. So here you were, sat alone with your head downcast into your lap due to a flooding feeling of embarrassment that consumed you, causing your fingers to awkwardly spin the rings adorning your fingers around, hoping the ground would swallow you whole.
Suddenly, you heard the slight jangling of metal and leather shifting around as you turned your head to the left, met with the infamous face of Eddie Munson. He was also quite popular in school, but maybe not for the same reasons, his name always being brought up amongst your group in a negative light. You didnβt know him amazingly well but knew he was outgoing for sure. You were certainly intrigued by his fashion sense and his music taste he made very well known as you often overheard the debates Eddie would have amongst his table over who was a better musician. With nothing better to do, youβd often eavesdrop and find yourself agreeing with Eddie most of the time.
βWho wouldβve thought,β Eddie smirked, referring to the pairing of you two. Yeah, who wouldβve thought? It seemed you two were the only people left in the classroom, so it made sense practically, but you two were the physical embodiment of polar opposites.
Eddie often opted for darker colours in his clothes, dressing himself in chains and metal wherever he could, particularly his plethora of silver rings and wallet chain. He wore the same leather jacket everyday, his wardrobe you could only imagine was purely just black jeans. On days his club would meet up for D&D sessions heβd wear his classic Hellfire Club shirt, whereas other days itβd usually be a faded tee of various bands.
On the other hand, you would usually wear white tennis skirts and various pastel jumpers, coated in gold jewellery from head to toe, several rings, bracelets and necklaces decorating your body as well as glittery hair clips. Your makeup was light, slight blush dusted over your cheeks that enhanced the image of innocence, the dictionary definition of high school popularity.
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March 6, 1974:
Elvis performing at Garrett Coliseum in Montgomery, Alabama.
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eddie knows the shit people say about him, he also knows he shouldnβt be involved with you but one thing leads to another and now it seems like you both canβt get away from each other.
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there will be blood? like. you promise?