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That’s What She Said Pt 3

Im running outta TWSS jokes

The next two days, Robin acted weird at work and at school. Fortunately for you, she wore her emotions on her sleeve, so you immediately knew she was waiting to tell you something like a volcano ready to explode. This day in particular, she decided not to say a word to you until lunch.

You sat alone on the bleachers waiting for her, watching some dudes who thought they were good at football show off to some girls near them. You zoned out a bit looking into the field, knowing what it was like to be friends with people like that. You had learned your lesson back in tenth grade that those weren’t your kind of people, and eventually the universe brought Robin to you.

Your best friend plopped down on the metal bench beside you, making you jump in the process. Your best friend didn’t hesitate getting right down to business, “Y/N I was waiting until you came to me because I didn’t want to be nosey but you know me and how much I overthink, and well, I don’t know I don’t want you to think I’m being weird and stalker-y or anything because I’m definitely not I just-“

“Robin,” you cut her off so she could breathe, “what’s on your mind?”

She hesitated for a moment, then as quickly as she could said, “I saw Eddie Munson’s van parked at Family Video the other day.”

You panicked for a second and quickly realized it was nothing. Just as fast as the anxiety hit, it settled, knowing this was easy enough to play off, “Yeah…he’s a customer? He’s been there before.”

Robin turned away from you, facing the field, “Ugh I know, I know! Its just that you were working alone and…I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

An ounce of shock shot through you. Robin wasn’t in your class with him, and you two never spoke outside of that. You stayed silent, knowing she’d continue if you silently let her.

“Y’know, like in the cafeteria. He’s always sitting with his Manson-Hell Club Cult and I’ve caught him looking over at you a few times.” She continued, still worried.

You almost felt excited, but waved that feeling away like a cloud, “Robin I doubt that. Eddie’s more likely to have a crush on a cheerleader than me.”

Robin bit into her sandwhich, turning back to you, “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”

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Walking back into Ms Hart’s class, you noticed the back of the class was empty, no Munson in sight. You hated to admit it, but you were partially looking forward to his antics. The rest of the class filed in with Munson, nor Ms Hart, anywhere in sight. You sat down, tossing your brick filled backpack onto the floor, and heard a little crumble from under you. You stood up to see what the noise had been and looked down to your chair where a small note sat. Curiously, you picked it up and unraveled it, not expecting it to be anything more than a scribble.

Skip with me? - E

E? Little pins and needles pricked your heart, getting you excited- No, nervous…definitely nervous, you had never really skipped class much. You looked back around the classroom, Ms Hart no where in sight. Fuck it, you thought, and swiftly threw the backpack around your shoulder and slipped away. The hall way was completely empty except for a few kids late to class; no Eddie Munson in sight. You slowly walked down the hall, trying to make your shoe’s contact with the floor as quiet as possible. You came to a corner, but still didn’t see him anywhere, “Munson? Good god I’m going back.”

“Going somewhere?” A low voice hushed from behind, causing you to jump.

You turned to him, slapping his chest in the process, “Fuck you!” You half- jokingly laughed, wanting to wipe that stupid smile off of his face.

Eddie tucked his hands into his jean pockets and lightly rocked on his heels, almost imitating a nervous middle schooler, “You got the note?”

“No, actually I was on my way to take a shit,” you rolled your eyes then smiled, “so what’s on the itinerary.”

“2 o’clock showing for Aliens, hope you got your wallet.” Eddie started walking back down the hallway, you followed suit.

A familiar clopping echoed from behind you two, shit, “Edward Munson! Is that you.” One of the teachers called from behind.

“Shit!” Eddie grabbed your hand and started running down the hall laughing. You had barely done anything yet, but the thrill of slipping through those school doors, Eddie’s hand in yours, was already enough to keep you up all week.

Eddie whipped the keys out of his back pocket and started up his van. You jumped in the passengers seat as he instructed, he pressed his foot to the gas before you could even shut the door. With a hard left turn, you were sent flying over to the drivers side, your left leg landing overtop of his right one, and your hand grabbing his shoulder, “You good there sweetheart?” He asked with a low roll to his voice, like an ocean wave glazing over a rock.

Your abdomen fluttered so much you just about let out a giggle. You managed to contain it and said you were fine, once again sweeping the crumb of infatuation out of the way. But the broom never fully sweeps the crumbs on to the dust pan, does it?

A/N: AGH I’M SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG •~• The summers been crazy busy but I hope to be more consistent! Thank you for the support!

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Just two divorced parents exchanging their kid on the weekend

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you are like papa.

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I’m gonna walk that stage next month, I’m gonna look Principal Higgins dead in the eye, I’m gonna flip him the bird, I’m gonna snatch that diploma. I’m gonna run like hell outta here.

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Me: "It's fine, Eddie won't die."

Also me, because I constantly see people talking about his death: "Please, I love him, don't take him away from me."

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Update on Thats What She Said Pt 3:

I’m working on it my loves I promise! I’m just on vacation right now! I’ll get it out as soon as I can! Thank you so much for all the support on it ❤️

Also Happy Pride! Almost forgot AHHHHH * proper full on gay crisis *

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Just found out Joseph Quinn made an official (PUBLIC) Spotify playlist for Eddie

I’m considering this entire playlist canon. Meaning NO MOTHER MOTHER

P.S: @quinnquinnjoe on Spotify. There’s also playlists he made for Maya Hawke and Joe Keery ヾ(๑༎ຶོω༎ຶོ)ﾉ"

Edit: Joseph has taken down the bloody playlist [ಥ෴ಥ]

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That’s What She Said | Pt 2 ✽

| Eddie Munson x Female Reader

It had been a few days since your little interaction with Munson in English, and honestly, you hadn’t thought much of it. He went back to his usual seat. Sometimes you glanced back at him when Ms. Hart made another naive comment, but that was the extent of your relationship with him. 

Today though, you were just concerned about stacking VHSs and managing Family Video on your own today. Robin had dipped last minute and Steve decided to blow you off for another date that would inevitably be unsuccessful; typical. You did the usual, stacking the shelves, turning on the day's movie, and making sure the Tom Cruise cardboard cut-out remained intact. 

You wouldn’t have noticed the customer walk in the door if the music through his headphones weren’t practically louder than the tv behind you. You looked up from your magazine, only to be met with familiar beady brown eyes, “Well, if it isn’t my failed assassin.”

Eddie Munson looked startled that you even acknowledged him. The boy pulled his headphones from his ears and placed them around his neck, looking back at the black van in the parking lot, “Oh, yeah. Sorry about that,” he said ignoring his awful park job. 

You huffed through your nose and proceeded to return to your magazine, “Appreciated.”

You didn’t pay much attention to him, to be honest, you didn’t even want to know what kind of movies he was into. Just as you were about to admire the hunk on the next page, a sudden crash of VHSs startled you. Your eyes immediately darted towards suspect number 1, who managed to catch 4 copies of Weird Science before laughing and setting them back. At least he wasn't a dick. 

Your eyes couldn’t help but follow him around the store, dancing in and out of isles and theatrically examining shelves top to bottom. He wove around the corner coming back to the main counter where he bent down and basically crawled along the floor, looking through all the movies set up by you. Eddie circled around to the front where you remained.

“Can I help you?” You asked raising a brow. You could only see the top of his head. 

The customer stood up from his crouched position,“Ah um…Do you have any Monty Python?” Eddie rested his hands on the countertop, leaning his weight on them and gently rocking back and forth on his feet. You hadn’t seemed to have noticed his detailed rings before, how they were engraved into his hand and made a quiet when they touched an object, 

Your eyes reacted in a squinch, “You watch Month Python?”

“Why, am I not allowed to have good taste?” He clearly thought you were challenging him. 

“No, I just didn’t expect you to be a fan of British sketch comedy.”

“Yeah well, I didn’t expect you to be a Top Gun fan either,” he said pointing to the TV behind you.

You looked back, embarrassed that he would think that’s the kind of shit you watch, “Pft, trust me, I’m not. The amount of testosterone in that movie gives all the dudes more sexual tension than our basketball team,” you laughed. 

He let out a bit of a chuckle too, “No wonder jocks love it so much.”

The room was quiet as you typed the password into the computer only to be met with a failed attempt again and again, “Ah shit. Alright, guess we’re doing this the old fashioned way. Come with me we’ll try the back.” You waved him over to follow you, surprising him by allowing him into such a sacred room. 

“That’s what she said,” He mumbled while he caught up with you. 

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.”

You flicked on the light, revealing a never ending array of VHS covers. You headed straight for “M” while he darted to another section. You probably should’ve been more worried about what he’d get into-

You couldn’t help but physically cringe when another crash came from a few isles behind you, “No way you have Aliens,” he yelled louder than needed, “It barely hit theatres. Mind if I uh….”

“Yes, I do mind actually. Do whatever illegal shit you want just don’t get me involved.”

Eddie popped his head around the corner, the forbidden Aliens in hand, “Okay, what am I going to do with one copy?” 

You glanced over at him then went back to searching, “I don’t know, sell it to your dealer or something?”

“How could you think so low of me Y/n.” It went quiet again until he walked up behind you, just about pressing up against your back. You could’ve sworn you almost got nervous, but swiftly excused that thought, “It’s up there, Holy Grail,” he pointed.

You huffed, then looked around for the step stool but it was no where to be found. Steve must've taken it for something. Refusing to let Eddie grab it for you, you slowly started to climb up the shelf, praying to God - something you rarely did - it wouldn’t snap. You thought you felt Eddie move closer, his hands hovering above your waist as a precaution. You were just about to reach the movie, until the stupid robotic shopkeeper’s bell buzzed, startling you. You grabbed the movie but flinched back, losing your balance. You felt cool metal grab your midriff, slowing your fall and placing you back down on the ground. 

You expected to turn around and see a cheeky smile on his face, but instead, he expressed genuine concern, “You okay?” 

“yeah,” you snapped out of it, pulling the VHS from behind you back and pressing it to his chest, “perfect in fact.” 

He took the item from you, not breaking eye contact, “Sheesh, I was gonna ask if you did wanna go see Aliens some time, but if a doorbell scared you that badly,” he grinned. 

Did Munson just, very indirectly, ask you on a date? Before you could respond, a familiar raspy voice came from the main room, “Y/n? Hello! What if I was trying to rob the place?” Finally, one of your coworkers decided to show. 

“Back here Robs, one sec,” you yelled and waited a moment before jokingly pushing the boy off of you. Eddie followed you out of the backroom, subconsciously eyeing your waist as you walked. When you both stepped out, he cut past you, sneaking around the isles and slipping out the front door without saying a word. You thought it was strange, but Eddie Munson had his reasons. 

He knew what people thought about him. He knew that you probably didn’t want to be associated with that. If Robin had seen the both of you come out together, well, her detective mode would turn on like a light, and big mouth would blabber. Innocently, of course. He didn’t want you to have to tolerate any stupid rumours or gossip, but part of him selfishly wanted people to associate your names with each other.

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I hate this platform I hate this platform I hate this platform.

THIS IS THE SECOND TIME IVE STAYED UP WAYYY TOO LATE JUST TO FINISH THIS GOD DAMN EDDIE FIC AND THE FVCKING PAGE RELOADED

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*Sigh* 

I can die peacefully knowing that, in some universe, theres a Farrah-Fawcett-Eddie-Munson out there

what a dork

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That’s What She Said | Pt 1 ✽

| Eddie Munson x Female Reader

(AN: I am obsessed with every. single. shot. in this scene. His cheeky smile? my GOD.)

2:32. Only ten more minutes of torture. Thank god. Time could not have possibly moved slower today. Even the ticking of the clock had a slower pace than usual.

“Y/n,” a wave of anxiety shot through your core, being called on unexpectedly was not something you needed right now, “You didn’t hand in yesterday's assignment,” Ms. Hart said, waving the hand-in bin in the air.

“Oh, sorry Ms. I’ll do that now,” you said, frantically reaching down for your backpack. 

“If you could come up and stick it in there that’d be appreciated.” 

An almost-silent snort came from above. You glanced up from your bag, seeing the kid beside you, Eddie Munson, obnoxiously covering his mouth. You sat back up, assignment in hand, and shot him a confused look. 

Eddie caught you in his peripheral, glancing over at you a moment before leaning close, “that’s what she said,” he whispered only loud enough for you to hear. You were still visibly baffled, taking a moment to process where he got that from- oh. You snickered at his comment, it was kinda funny actually. 

This little moment in time left you wondering how many times you had actually spoken to Eddie. You’d known of him since middle school but could probably count on one hand how many times you had formally interacted with him. Usually, he sat at the back of the class, scribbling on his desk or using the lectures as a perfect opportunity to catch up on some zzzs. But he was late today, and for whatever reason, the universe decided to seat you two beside each other. 

2:34. “Oh. My. God”, you thought to yourself. Maybe six minutes of actually paying attention would make time go by faster. 

Ms. Hart continued talking in her monotone voice, “Alright, we don’t have time today, but tomorrow we’ll start unit 5. A lot of students struggle with this one, it’s pretty long and hard.” 

Almost involuntarily, you gave the boy beside you a sharp side glance, he had done the exact same thing. You couldn’t unhear it now. The two of you snorted again and you turned to him, “the jokes just write themselves,” you said in a hushed tone. 

“What’s so funny back there?” Ms. Hart asked, her tone clearly directed and you and him. 

Eddie flashed you a cheeky grin, suddenly you couldn’t wait to hear what he was going to say.

“I’m sorry Miss, that just sounds too hard, I don’t know if I can take it,” he said overly eager. 

The teacher huffed, clearly too tired to handle any of his shenanigans, “Well I would be worried if I were you, judging by your past performance. I can’t stay on top of you 24/7, Munson.”

You tilted your head down, desperately trying not to burst in front of everyone. You could tell Eddie was struggling too, “Come again?” his laugh breaking through ever so slightly. 

The glorious sound of the school bell rang, and you could not be more grateful, “Remember, Unit 5. Bring you textbooks tomorrow because I am not lending out the teacher's copy again,” Ms. Hart yelled out over the sea of loud chairs and chatter. 

You started packing your bag, facing the boy beside you, “I’m shocked you ever got out of middle school,” you said tapping your finger on your head, noting his immature humour. 

He huffed, “Yeah well, I’m lucky I even graduated that, let alone this shit-hole.” You two started to walk out of the class, him jumping off of the desk he was perched on in his typical Munson manner. 

“C’mon your marks can’t be that bad.”

“Trust me, they are that bad.” 

It was silent between you for a moment before reaching the door frame, meeting an empty classroom behind you, “Look I don’t...normally offer this, but if you really need the answers, I grant thee permission to lean over every once in a blue moon,” you pointed with a smile.

“Miss Y/N, the opportunity you have bestowed upon me shall not be taken lightly,” he replied, giving you a little bow in the process. 

You responded with a laugh, making his own face light up with an added twinkle in his eye, “Alright, alright. I’ll see you around.” 

You two turned in opposite directions. You couldn’t help but glance back at him theatrically weaving in and out of the crowd. It was strange, you had always seen him around, he had always been there, but this was the first time you really noticed him. 

“Y/N L/N!” A booming voice came at you from the side, catching the attention of a few people around you, “what on gods green earth do you think you’re doing?” Your best friend, Robin, slipped in beside you, accidentally shoving you into another kid. 

“Hm?” 

“EDDIE. “THE FREAK”. MUNSON,” she shouted, again a bit too loud. 

You shot her a confused look, “and...what about him?”

Robin’s eyes widened, “What about him? What ABOUT HIM? Y/n, you could have quite literally, anyone at the school you want, but I see you flirting with Eddie Munson?” 

You could almost feel your defences build up, “Flirting? Okay that’s a huge overstatement. We were joking around in class and I offered to give him the homework answers every now and then!”

Robin let out a huge sigh before stopping in front of your locker, “That’s how these boys get to you Y/n! It starts with little jokes, then homework, then you’re playing footsies in class, and before you know it he’s got you pregnant! And it's Eddie, so he’s probably gonna get his Hellfire club to perform some ritual that impregnates you with the anti-christ or something!” 

You cut her off before she could continue with one of her absurd conspiracies, “Okay, Robin, I just offered him homework answers. He’s not...ew no, none of that, we’re barely acquaintances. Besides, you don’t actually believe all that christian, ‘satanic panic’ shit do you?”

Robin stopped and blinked a moment, “Well...no. But I’m just saying,” you slammed your locker and continued walking with her, “you never know. You just got out of a shit relationship, I’m not letting you dive into any possibility of a new one-”

“Hey Steve,” you jokingly rolled your eyes to him as you passed the perfectly quaffed haired boy’s locker.

“Oh god, what’s she on about now,” he asked as if Robin weren’t right there. 

“Y/n’s flirting with Eddie Munson!” Robin shouted...again. 

“ROBIN!”

“You what?!” Steve’s eyes practically popped out of his skull.

You groaned at both of them and stepped forward, marching towards the doors, “Good god, I’ll see you guys at work.” You pushed through to the outside, just focusing on getting to your car and-

A huge black blur woodshed past you, barely a foot from your nose. You gasped, a few people behind you echoed your noise. The driver kept going, but rolled down his window and leaned back, “Sorry Princess!” He shouted.

“Fucking Eddie Munson,” you huffed

(AN: I’m gonna cry, I had a pt 2 almost completed that I was gonna post tomorrow BUT FCKIGN TOMBLR REFRESHED THE PAGE AND ITS GOOONNEEEE. So anyways, I wasted 45 minutes of sleep time and now its gonna take me longer to update.)

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Katya fans after AS2

cinema

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st4 + text posts

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JINX + character profile (insp.)

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VI + character profile.