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lunawritingspace · 3 years ago

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You should have talked to me earlier (2nd part)

•PROMPT: Eddie picks you up and finally he gets to see your secret tattoos

It's the second part to You should have talked to me earlier

@silky-luxe

It was 6:30pm when you were listening to music in your room while you were getting ready for Eddie to pick you up. That night you should have played with him and his group Dungeon and Dragons, a boarding game you just heard about. It was cool for you to spend some time with them because you actually thought they were different from others, funnier.

You were putting mascara on your lashes when you remembered Eddie’s face the moment he found out about your now-not-so-secret tattoos: you laughed thinking about how cute he was. He always got other people bad vibes, making them think he was ‘scary’, but you didn’t think that and you found him even attractive. He was different from other guys in school: long wavy hair, a cool leather jacket, and those tattoos that you had a thing for. You really enjoyed seeing ink over his skin even if they were a different style from yours: in fact the one the Hellfire saw earlier that morning was a colored flower. Your parents were cool and they didn’t have anything against you getting tattooed unless you got good grades and were the nice girl they raised: you were a quiet and average student, and you preferred books over other things but Eddie was still thinking about you as you had a secret life, as someone like either had tattoos or being a good girl. He just couldn’t understand.

He just couldn’t wait any longer to get to you and it made him show up at your place fifteen minutes before your actual appointment. When you heard the doorbell ring, you immediately opened your window to check who it was, making you snort.

“You’re early! You should give a girl the right time to get ready!” you said raising your voice to make sure for him to hear you.

You were there with half your body out of the window frame, with your hair all done, makeup on your face, with a tank top that showed your soft shoulders. He let a toothy smile escape watching you twice because if you were that beautiful when you were that far, he couldn’t wait to see you in front of him.

You didn’t waste time and you applied some cherry lip-gloss before heading to the living room where your parents were almost ready to have dinner. They were disappointed by the fact you didn’t tell them you would not have been around to eat together and your father also suggested getting at least a jacket. Was it for you to get more dressed or because he was worried about the cold air at night? You didn’t know, but for sure you didn’t listen to him and opened the front door, heading out to the spot where Eddie was waiting for you.

He was right: you were more beautiful, maybe even sexy in front of him now. He couldn’t help but gulp and raise his eyebrows at you.

“You didn’t have to look so damn nice… not as if you weren’t already.” Eddie said, his eyes locked on you studying every piece of you. You laughed and your cheeks got red again because of another compliment of his: it was the second time just that day.

“It’s been a while I haven’t dated some and just tonight I got my chance to date seven at once: let me just play this game well.” you laughed at your own joke, hoping for him to understand you were just kidding. It seemed so and then you walked over to his van where he immediately opened the door for you, earning a surprised smile on your face.

“I told you it would be your chariot for the night, so it means I will be the gentleman for the lady.”

You couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh because the situation was giving you some strange feelings in your stomach. It was ten minutes of driving where you and Eddie didn’t really talk, you looked outside the window and listened to the low music the radio was playing: it was not really your style and he surely knew it but for ten minutes it was not a big deal for you to listen. It was when he parked that you opened the door, waiting for him to show you the way to the club room. All people were outside the school gym, there was a lot of noise and lots of people talking. Robin was there with her band, her instrument in her hands talking to some of her mates when she saw you in the parking lot. She was disappointed for you not being there to see her playing but when he saw you all cute with Eddie, who was eyeing you from behind from hair to toes and vice versa, she couldn’t help but call your name out loud.

You and your new friend turned your head in her direction, for then walking toward her spot saying how sorry you were, but she gave you a mischievous grin.

“You really got all dressed up for your new friend, umh? Seems he likes this and to be honest, don’t misunderstand my words because you know who I have a crush for, I like it too.” she winked joking.

You blushed, hitting her shoulder and calling her stupid for thinking that you wanted to be pretty just for Eddie. Well, maybe she was right but you didn’t want her to know she was half right.

Eddie called you over after he looked at his watch and so you went after you said Robin good luck and kissed her cheek. It was a matter of minutes before you got into the room where the Hellfire used to have their campaign: there was a table all worked up with all the pieces, books and notepad, dice, and a throne.

Eddie told you he was the Dungeon Master of this campaign and the bad one they were trying to fight was called Vecna: but it’s a secret tho because other members thought he was actually dead. He had almost spent half an hour trying to explain to you at least the base rules and give you the advice to play your best since it was your first time. He asked you if it was all clear and laughed when you roughly said ‘no’ because even if you found it really cool, he couldn’t just explain so much in a little time. You promised to give your best tho.

It was all when you were all sitting around the table when Mike asked you if it was the real first time for you to play this game and you told him that maybe it was even the last one.

“So we’re gonna take your virginity.” Jeff said laughing, for then all of sudden going silent because everyone in the room was looking at him open-mouthed “Not… not literally I mean…”

“Ok Jeff, that was weird and gross!” you said in shock but in reality, you found it pretty funny because it seemed they didn’t know how to act around people who were not their friends or males.

Eddie launched him an eraser. “Guys you have to behave! We have a lady tonight, don’t be real pigs. Show other people we’re not how they describe us.”

You told them it was ok, that you got Jeff was just kidding.

During the evening all you could do was laugh and say sorry because you still couldn’t understand how the game actually worked but it was totally ok with them. You guys were having really fun and to be honest, you were getting really into learning the rules because you found the game really good and it could be a way to spend a different evening with them sometime if they wanted to too, but to be honest you didn’t want to ask Eddie because maybe he wanted you there just for being the substitute.

The campaign lasted three hours and you and your team won over Vecna! It was incredible how they got up by throwing their chairs back, screaming and hugging each other, and jumping all over the room. You celebrated with them, throwing your arms in the hair and screaming because their excitement was contagious. Eddie was laughing on his throne, watching his group all happy and looking at you: your smile was so glowing and your happiness hit him like a bullet. To be honest it was his first time looking at a girl the way he was doing now and he could feel something else over your beauty matter. He really had fun that night with you around and he didn’t waste time telling you while you were heading to his van.

You had fun too.

“If you want I can call one of my parents: it’s late and maybe you don’t want to drive me home?” you asked before reaching for the door handle.

People were now out of the gym to celebrate the Tigers’ winning and to hear you better, Eddie took two steps toward you so now that you had to lift your head to look at his face. He was so near that when a breath of wind came, you could smell his strong scent: it was his uncle’s aftershave lotion that he put over his neck and chest too as a perfume before picking you up because he wanted to smell good for you. You were distracted by his strong aroma that you almost jumped when he started speaking again.

“Of course Y/N I’ll drive you home. Then to be honest we still have a score to settle.” he smirked, touching lightly your now exposed flower tattoo.

His touch mixed with the cold breeze made you shiver and he noticed that. It took that a moment before his black leather jacket was placed on your shoulders.

“Here you go, doll.” He adjusted the jacket better so it did not fall on the ground “So, where were we? Oh, to the part where you show me your tattoos.”

You laughed and blushed but there was not enough light for him to see. Was he so determined to discover if your tattoos were cooler than his?

“And who said I can show you them? If they’re not onto my arms, guess where they are?”

“You’re going to kill me, you know? So you teased for then showing anything? Do I have to assume that you’re lying and you only have that one?”

“Are you calling me a liar, Munson?” you opened your mouth in shock, laughing at his accusation and beating his chest “Ok you won, I’ll show you but of course not here in the middle of the school parking lots. Do you have a flashlight?”

He nodded tilting his head to the side because he didn’t quite catch what you were about to do. You took his hand and opened the back of his van then walked in after being sure no one was watching you. Being seen with a guy going in the back of a van at 10pm could be misunderstood by people and you didn’t want others to think wrong thoughts.

Eddie chuckled at your boldness: were you really about to be half naked in front of him after not even a day since you really started talking to each other? He looked for the flashlight and when he found it, he pointed it toward you, waiting to see what you had to offer. He was lying, his torso was up supported by one of his elbows while you were in front of him kneeling.

You unbuttoned you’re your jeans, taking some seconds to breath,e and dropped them to your knees showing you were wearing simple black panties. At that moment Eddie gulped at the sight, more focused on your underwear more than on your tattoos. But how could you blame him, after all, he still was a teenager with a girl he liked half naked in front of him.

He came back to reality when you moved a little to the side, to give him the opportunity to look better at the black snake that encircled your thigh. You knew he was staring at your intimate point and you couldn’t either understand if you were kind of disappointed, turned on or embarrassed by the thing.

“A snake tattoo Y/N? Really? Ok, tell me why you didn’t tell me earlier you were so badass: you dress in your all cute and pastel-colored skirts just to have a badass snake just under your butt.”

You both laughed because he couldn’t imagine in like thousand years you would be so different in private. You still were the quiet and good girl but your look was so different. But it was not the end: your pants were still down when you grabbed the edge of your tank top and pulled it up so now that your belly and chest were exposed. A moth was tattooed just under your breast, the little wings following the lines of your tits.

Eddie was about to die there. You were the sexiest thing he had laid his eyes on and he was about to throw the flashlight away and show you how sexy he found you. But he didn’t want to ruin the gentleman vibes he brought up just to show you he was not the ‘creepy freak’ everyone thought he was: he couldn’t help it and think he wanted to kiss you and touch your exposed skin so badly.

“Sorry not sorry Munson, but my tattoos are cooler than yours…” you said smiling and with a challenging smile, trying to get dressed again.

Eddie was still thinking about your body, but he immediately told you he was the king of cool tattoos in town.

Was he serious about that? Yeah he was because during the ride home he exposed himself by telling you every single story behind every tattoo he had. It was cute to see how passionate he was about speaking of something he was really interested in.

It was eleven when he parked in front of your house and turned his van off.

“So here we are. You’re home before midnight Cinderella, safe and all.” he said to make you smile as if he was the prince and you were a kind of princess to defend.

“Thank you, I really had so much fun tonight. You guys are really cool, you Eddie are cool. I’m sorry people can’t understand how sweet you are, but it’s their loss.”

“You think I’m sweet?” he was the one who blushed this time because he really was never used to getting compliments.

“But I have to ask you something… can I?” you waited some seconds before he nodded with a worried sight on his face “You never tried to talk to me, why?”

“I could ask the same to you.” he tried to defend himself because he could hear in your voice a hint of shame as if you were alluding to the fact you were too boring or just invisible and then he went on “I just thought I was not the kind of person you liked to spend your time with. I always see you reading, studying, doing quiet activities and just thought you wouldn’t date someone ad freak as me while you’re the most beautiful and interesting student at Hawkins High.”

You were looking at your shoes not believing that someone was calling you interesting and beautiful in the same sentence. The first day you arrived there, you laid your eyes on him but were too shy to even say a simple ‘hi’. You two had a conversation just because he took your math book thinking it was his one and you went to his locker just to get it back: nothing more from then.

But now all of sudden you were in his van after you spent a night together and also seen you half-naked in the back of his van.

“Date?” you asked in disbelief, his words coming to your mind moments later.

“As I said Y/N, most beautiful and interesting. Then after tonight, I would definitely date you and even call myself the luckiest.” He said, trying not to regret the fact of exposing himself so much to you.

“Then just ask: ask me on a date. You act like no girl would date you because even you consider yourself ‘the freakiest’, but have you ever considered that maybe someone would be excited to go out with you?” you were getting cocky because you were so anxious to take a step further into this new thing.

Eddie was a bit shocked to be kind of attacked, but it gave him the courage to ask you “Will you go out on a date with me? A proper one, just you and me.”

You moved from your seat, making your way to go nearer to his body. He was facing you and stayed still until he got your face just a centimeter away from his lips: the alchemy was palpable in the air and it was like you got electrified when your lips connected. It was deep, kinda needy, and a bit clumsy. That kiss lasted a couple of minutes but seemed hours.

When you got away, both of you were still needy as if that kiss would be the start of another scenario.

You looked into his eyes, he pecked your lips once again wetly.

“So?” he simply asked breathlessly.

“Of course, just if you’re going to kiss me like that the next time too.”

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lunawritingspace · 3 years ago

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You should have talked to me earlier

•PROMPT: the Hellfire Club asks you to be their substitute for the night

@silky-luxe (thank you for asking to be tagged💌)

It was lunchtime at Hawkins High and you were heading to the cafeteria with Robin Buckley: you two became friends the year before when you just arrived in town. She spoke to you for the first time to get you into School Band and it was not really your thing, but it was as if she couldn't accept that because in almost a year and a half she brought up the talk at least a hundred times. And so it was now.

"C'mon Y/N; we need another member: you could play whatever you want it doesn't matter. Then, we would spend more time together!" she squealed and you laughed as if you didn't already spend a lot in each other's company.

As you opened the door for both of you, you reminded her that playing was her thing, that you preferred books over other things. You didn't join any activity since you got into that high school not because you were lazy, but just because you were calm around others. You were the quiet one, who talked at least once to everyone in school but no one would kind of remember you. Just Robin was a close friend but it was enough. Once the food was in your hand you started looking for a free table where to eat. Sometimes you used to join your friend at her band table, giving her false chances for you to really join them, but today you wanted to stay quiet. Laughing over one of her stupid short jokes, you heard your name screamed out from someone's mouth. You didn't really think that someone would have called you, but you really turned your head just after another couple of times it was kind of screamed. To your right, you noticed a guy with short black hair who smiled when he got your attention. You were not sure if his name was Mike, but you knew for sure he was Nancy Wheeler's brother. One of his friends, who was wearing a white and light blue cap, made a gesture with his hand inviting you over as you were giving them a questioning look. You, Y/N Y/L/N just been called over by the Freaks' table, by the Hellfire Club itself. As it was said before, you took the chance to talk to almost all of them at least once, because of school mostly, but you were not friends at all and that's why you were so confused. Robin stayed back as you walked over to the table, looking maybe more confused than you were already. When you arrived at the spot, you couldn't say anything if not a simple and small "Yeah?"

"I'm Dustin, it's really nice to meet you!" the guy with the cap stood up and leaned over to take your hand in his, getting over Mike in a clumsy way.

"I, umh... it's really nice to meet you too?" you said shaking his hand and placing your tray on their table "What does this pleasure is related to?" you asked giving looked over the others, really hoping that you didn't get called because a freshman had a crush on you.

"Hey you, behave!" Dustin was grabbed by the shit by the one who everyone knew as Eddie The Freak Munson. You looked over him as if you haven't done it many times before: it was weird because you didn't think he was a freak: yeah, he was kind of the one who sometimes gives a show, who listened to music that was not your style and his hair was not short and well cut as others' but you found it pretty cool that he had balls to dress and be like he wanted to. You gave him a toothy smile, chuckling at the whole situation.

"Excuse my boys but they get out of their mind when they see a beautiful senior girl." he said with a small smile, crossing his arms over his chest and fully pressing his back on the back of the chair. Did he just call you beautiful? You were not used to compliments, not as if you didn't get some for one or two of your classmates, but you could feel your cheeks getting red. You didn't say anything tho, just raising your eyebrow still waiting for your previous question.

"What are you up to tonight?" one of the other boys asked.

"Who wants to know? I don't want to seem self-centered, but it's like one of you wants to ask me out on a date?" you kind of asked because you couldn't even understand if they were in a certain way serious or if they just wanted to make a fool of you. But it was not their style: they were the ones who people 'bullied', it wouldn't have made no sense to make a fool of people even because you were not an enemy to them.

"Kind of!" Dustin spoke up again, pointing his finger high "We need someone for Hellfire tonight. We ran out of one man and we really need a substitute. You're the only one who still didn't say no! Please!"

You knew that they needed a substitute for his friend Lucas, who was now sitting with his cooler friends. You were the kind of person who liked to watch what happens around and you knew by who their group was formed and it was a while since Sinclair kinda dumped them.

"The only one? You already asked all school?"

"Yes, we did." one simply said.

"Well, I'm offended that you left me as the last one." you said emotionlessly, earning from them a worried glance as if they understood that they lost the chance with you. Their faces were funny and it didn't last long until you chuckled it out "Hey, just joking! But please, let me just reassume it clear.” You stated, both of your hands now place on the table’s edges giving then another of your interrogating look “You’re practically asking me Y/N, who you barely spoke to in almost two years I’m here, to give up on my plans tonight and coming over to help you with a boarding game I don’t even know a damned rule about just because your friend decided to run over a basketball ball?”

Some of the boys laughed quietly, others were with bated breath because if you decided not to join them, they would have been ruined. Eddie was still with his armed crossed, small smile because of the way you explained the entire situation. To be honest, he would have preferred someone who knew how to play but it wouldn’t otherwise even been too much annoyed by having you around for an evening. Even if he had never talked to you if not for a couple school occasions, it didn’t mean he never noticed you. He thought you were cool, your style was cool and you being so calm and staying in the shadow made him wonder multiple times what kind of person you were. Were you quiet, crazy, a smoker, or a healthy person? You had this mystery around you that made you even more beautiful to his eyes. For sure if he had even a little hint that you would have liked someone like him, he would have got his chance to at least ask you on a date. Once again, you were still waiting for an answer.

“Umh… yeah?” a curly-haired boy said babbling.

You took another look at them all, then shrugged and relaxed your face. “That’s cool. I didn’t have plans anyways so.”

They all looked at each other in disbelief, non believing that they, fortunately, found someone to help them end the ‘Cult of Vecna!'

Eddie and Dustin did high-five as if they had just won his roughest battle and by instinct, Dustin got up to give it to you too. For a moment all their joy drove you crazy and it took you moments before giving Dustin what he wanted. But what you said later made them all quiet again.

“So… who’s gonna pick me up tonight at my place?” it was hard talking to them, every time you asked something it always took a long time for them to reply. It was like they didn’t expect you to ask so many questions. But boys, you wanted to eat your lunch and it was taking you ages to finish this conversation. But to be honest, it didn’t annoy you anyway to look at Eddie Munson who was in front of you, just a table separating you two. You were curious to know him better that night.

“I thought you had a car?” Mike asked.

“Hey, I’m the one who’s doing you a favor. Picking me up and giving me a ride is the least you can do. So, who’s gonna do it: the ones with bikes” you pointed to the freshmen “or the one with a car?” you pointed this time at Eddie. He was smirking: this attitude of yours really made him very curious. He liked the quiet girl being this lightly badass, but you continued “I have nothing against bikes, just want to know.”

“I’ll get my van to be your chariot for the night, milady.” Eddie stated smiling, waving his hand in a sort of royal movement “Be ready by seven.”

Ok, now you were really amused by the situation. Eddie Munson would have picked you up and you have got the chance to finally spend some time with the person you had a soft spot for. You thought you would have never had the chance to know him better; you thought you were not his type. But there was something in the smiles he was giving you, to the way he was talking. He looked at you studying your features, not believing getting the chance to see your cute face better that night, to find out what your perfume was, maybe even got the chance to feel your soft touch for a reason or another. After he told you the hour, you simply said ‘ok’ and adjusted the shoulder strap that meanwhile fell over: at that moment, your sleeve got up in the movement showing off something that you always tried to hide at school, even during gym by wearing not-so-short-sleeved t-shirts.

“Incredible!!! Is that a tattoo Y/N? You’re so cool how’s that?!” Dustin almost screamed in disbelief, shocked by the fact that a so soft girl like you got a so cool tattoo on your arm. And he was not the only one who was in disbelief: Eddie’s jaw dropped to the floor.

“What are you looking at, Munson? You would have known I had tattoos if you spoke to me in two years.” You said matter of factly shrugging.

“Tattoos?!” he asked, marking the fact the word was plural.

“You’re not the only one in Hawkins High who’s got cool tatties, Munson.”

And then you went back to Robin, who couldn’t believe it all. Eddie was still jaw dropped, extremely turned on by the fact of finding out your other tattoos.

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lunawritingspace · 3 years ago

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Caring Wayne

•Author note: this is the first thing I have written in years. As I said in my previous post, I used to write here on Tumblr for another fandom so I can say I'm not used to it anymore. It is just a test, so don't be rude, please. Another thing: English is not my first language (Italian is) and it's been since I graduated that English is not in my daily routine anymore so try not to be rude over my mistakes too, thank you!

•PROMPT: the reader is a victim of domestic violence and one night, when she's sleeping at her boyfriend's place, Eddie, has a small talk about the whole situation with his uncle Wayne

@lxlsposts asked to be tagged (thank you💌)

It was two in the morning when you suddenly woke up, all covered in sweat and heavy breaths leaving your mouth. For a moment you could not remember where you were, it took you some seconds to recognize it was not your bed and that was not your room: when you looked next to you, you found Eddie still asleep. He didn’t feel the bed moving under your movements and for a moment you thought about waking him up, moving your hand upon his shoulder, but not shaking him. You were having a nightmare, but you couldn’t remember what it was about. You just knew that you were pretty scared. At the same time tho, you didn’t want to bother him: it was not the first time you had nightmares and you were glad that Eddie always tried his best to help you through the night when they were rough, but this time you felt like you wanted to try to go through it alone. You weren’t really up to talk, you just stayed in the dark for some time: you couldn’t say if it was for seconds or minutes, it was just like you were scared to move. You looked over the room, where heavy metal band posters were hung on the walls, some of ‘used but not dirty’ Eddie’s clothes were sat on a chair, D&D box was over his drawer. Only the moonlight was allowing you to see through the darkness; that weak light gave you the strength to reach the edge of the bed, moving your body slowly actually. Your white converse were there on the ground, so you put them on untied, just putting laces inside. You didn’t even care about getting more dressed: that night Eddie borrowed you one of his oversize t-shirts, one of the faded ones that he would usually wear at home. It was really big even for him: it was a gift from a friend of his and apparently, he thought that Eddie was at least ten centimeters taller and six or seven extra kilos. Eddie didn’t mind you borrowing some of his clothes for the night because sometime, the next night, if they were not dirty, he would have worn them himself, just to inhale your scent. You got up and walked next to him, where his bedside table was, just to grab one cigarette and his lighter. You didn’t owe a pack of cigarettes, you just usually smoked his ones because, in reality, you were not even a great smoker. You just did it for company, to give yourself five minutes to relax and to be honest, it was time to get them; that’s why you started heading to the door of the trailer, opening it really slowly trying not to make too many noises.

The fresh air of the night hit your body, making you breathe deeply. There was a light wind, and everything was silent. You could spot a pair of trailers with lights on, but you didn’t care that much. It was when you closed the door behind you that you noticed him, sat on one of the two iron chairs next to the trailer’s stairs. He looked over his shoulders, cigarette in his mouth, giving you a surprised glance. Yes, he was surprised to find you out to smoke at that hour of the night and not his nephew. Wayne turned again, waiting for you to seat with him and so you did. You moved slowly, as if you were scared to disappoint his quiet moment alone. Cigarette in your mouth too, you tried to light it with Eddie’s lighter but suddenly it decided not to work. You tried four times before his uncle handed you his one.

“My boy is giving you bad habits…” Wayne said, matter of factly.

For a moment you laughed. It was true, that you didn’t smoke before Eddie, but it was also true that he didn’t want you to smoke at all. When it was about cigarettes it was kinda ok, but Eddie never let you try weed because he didn’t want you to be dependent on any kind of drugs. He wanted to protect you at all costs, even because he knew himself your life was not easy and drugs and alcohol were not solutions.

“Eddie’s not ok with this and I can say it’s kinda funny.” you said chuckling, looking at Wayne who was smiling too. Some seconds of embarrassing silence, before you tried to speak again.

You knew Wayne: he was your father’s colleague at the plant of Hawkins so you met him a couple of times at your place when he came over to watch football matches and then you met him when you and his nephew hung out at his own places. You didn’t quite really have deep conversations, just formal ones. You liked each other, you were always welcome at his house and it was ok for him to stay there whenever you wanted to, even because he knew how the situation at your place was even if you really didn’t talk about it openly. He just knew, like everyone in town, but people preferred to stay quiet.

“I thought you were working all night long, Mr. Munson.”

“My shift ended earlier. And I thought you were sleeping since it’s two in the morning and there’s school.”

You smiled sadly, confessing you just couldn’t sleep. In fact, he could see the thin layer of sweat over your forehead.

“Your dad was not feeling… well, he ended his shift earlier too. What is he going to say or… to do, when he’ll not find you in your room?”

You understood, that he was alluding to the fact your father was too drunk to work his night shift. You were used to it, to his alcoholism problems, to the fact that it became normality now. It’s been two years, since the day he started drinking more than six beers a day and other drinks. You couldn’t blame him: he lost his job, your family had to move to a cheaper place, and he lost everything. You were living a normal life tho: good school, good clothes, and a good house. Your family recovered after he got hired at the plant, but he just couldn’t stop. He found more peace in alcohol than in his own family. But you had two years to get used to it. Your dad, during his moments of lucidity, remembered sometimes what he was used to doing to you. He felt so guilty that there was this kind of permission state toward you, where you used to go out without saying anything to your parents and they would ask nothing. They didn’t know you had a boyfriend, that you stayed at his place to sleep: they thought you were at your friends’ house or something, but you didn’t know if they really even cared. So you told Wayne, that your father would have not asked something, that maybe he was so drunk not to even notice you were gone.

“You know Y/N, that you can come over whenever you want. You’re welcome here, just wanted you to know.” he said, giving you a sorry look as if he was secretly asking you a way to help you solve your problems. But he couldn’t, no one could. You mouthed a little ‘thank you’, you weren’t even sure he could hear you but he did and smiled again.

“Does he still… uhm, you know…”

“Beating me?” you finished the sentence for him, with a calm voice. You lifted Eddie’s shirt a bit, to show him a purple stain on your left ribs and one over your belly “he does. But it’s ok, at least he’s not hitting my face anymore. He stopped when people started to understand. I guess it’s something. Maybe someday he’ll just stop.” You then dropped the t-shirt, not even staring at him anymore. You were calm, but also embarrassed. You felt like you couldn’t make him stop, you couldn’t figure out what was wrong with your weakness. Why did you have to live it all?

“Y/N, it’s not your fault, ok? I want you to understand this.”

“I know, Mr. Munson… it is just, you know, I don’t know how to make him stop. I would like to understand why it happens to me. That’s all.”

Wayne lighted another cigarette, his ears only for you. You didn’t open up about this thing to anyone except his nephew, a friend of yours, and now him.

“My boy, Eddie, really loves you. I hope you know that.” You nodded, a lump forming in your throat “He really worries about you. When you get here and you fall asleep in his bed, he comes to me to ask for help. He asks for ice and ibuprofen, and he asks me what he can do to make you feel better. He asks if he can beat your father because he can’t stand seeing you aching like that. You know he wouldn’t touch you with a single finger, right?”

You were silent, you didn’t have words to say anything. You know Eddie was by your side, but it was unavoidable for you to think ‘what if Eddie…’ A lump was still in your throat, but you didn’t let out a single tear because you had not any left to cry. You were in that moment just emotionless.

“That’s your home if you want it to be. It is not that much, I know we Munson are not rich but Eddie cares about you and me too. You’re helping him through his shit and school while you have bigger problems. He changed a lot since he met you, I would like you to know. People think Eddie is a freak for the way he dresses, the music he listens to…”

“If people knew half things he did and he’s doing for me… you raised a good child, Mr. Munson. I’m glad I have him.”

Your cigarettes were already finished, you and Wayne looking over the sleeping trailer park. Wayne Munson was a good man, a caring one, who raised someone as good as he was. You met Eddie one year and a half before when you asked him to sell you drugs. You were in the woods, sat at the picnic table sobbing, asking him to give you something so strong to let all pain go away. That day he refused to sell you anything, instead giving you a shoulder to cry on. He didn’t want to be one of the reasons for you ruining your life with drugs and all. He saw something in you, something to protect, not to destroy. Suddenly the door opened, and a sleepy Eddie with his eyes semi-closed was now on the top of the stairs, looking at both you and his uncle. He rubbed his eyes, waiting some seconds for his voice to come out.

“I woke up and you were not in bed. Are you ok sweetheart? Then Uncle Wayne, you home early.”

“I just had a nightmare,” you said standing up “came out to smoke and your uncle was here too. Don’t worry, I’m good.” Eddie groaned, grabbing you by the hand and telling you for the million times he didn’t want you to smoke and that if you woke up because of a nightmare you just had to tell him. He made you follow him as if, without you, he wouldn’t have been able to go back to bed.

Wayne was still there sitting, looking at the two of you. He really meant what he said earlier: it could have been your house too if you wanted it to be.

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