(This nonsense is fully brought to you by I Was a Teenage Werewolf playing on Spotify, a red light, and my overactive imagination)
This is also the rambling version of a story I'll probably sit down and write eventually.
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"Dungeons and Dragons...at first regarded as a harmless game of make-believe, now has both parents and psychologists concerned."
You're quietly, secretly enthralled by everything Eddie Munson does, especially his lunchroom escapades, because anyone who doodles dragons and the Loch Ness monster in their English notebook instead of the Macbeth notes he's supposed to be taking is 100% not a devil worshipper. It also doesn't hurt that he's got one of the cutest smiles you've ever seen.
It's during one of his table rants, after reading a Newsweek article about the dangers of D&D that you're admiring (read: staring) at him from your space at the table next to Hellfire's that you lock eyes with Dustin, a wide, goofy smile spreading across his face. He's beaming at the fact that someone other than the club's members appreciate Eddie, but also because he locks into the Iron Maiden t-shirt under your flannel, and Eddie definitely needs a girlfriend...
If anyone asks, you walk very calmly out of the cafeteria, only relaxing when you're sure there's no one following you. Opening your locker, you shove your head in, taking a shaky breath to calm yourself.
Foolishly, you let yourself think you're in the clear, until you're at your locker at the end of the day, and close the door the find a gappy smile on the other side, slamming a hand to your chest as Dustin beams at you, apologizing before cheerfully inviting you to join their next Hellfire meeting. It's okay that you don't know how to play, he promises Eddie will teach you. The younger boy even winks before walking away, leaving you as red as your flannel, wondering how you're going to get yourself out of this situation.
eddie munson has never dated before. he’s the school freak, the leader of hellfire, an outcast. he’s not the boy girls fawn over. so when he finds you, who looks at him like he’s hung the stars in the sky, he’s sure as hell not letting you go. he’s a purely devoted first—time boyfriend, going above and beyond in every little thing he does. movie night? he’s redecorating the trailer with candles and fairy lights just to set the scene. the school ride? he’s at your door on time every morning, bringing you snacks to eat in the van and burning off a cd of your favourite songs to listen to on the way. you need a sweater? take them all, his wardrobe is yours now. he’s never got to be a boyfriend before, to do the things boyfriends do. and you deserve it more than anyone he’s ever met, so he’s going to be the damn best boyfriend you’ve ever had.
Bob Floyd is 1000% the type to volunteer his arm to help an elderly woman cross the street, and come back blushing, because they told him the two of you were a cute couple, and when he denied it and said you were just friends, he was then told to get it together and snatch you up.
Writing is hard. It stretches your creativity until you see holes in it, or worse, your plot. It can be lonely. It can be tiring. It can hurt your brain, and your pride, and your heart. It can feel like the worst thing you've ever done.
But it's worth it.
You're worth it.
So take care of yourself, okay? Take breaks, drink fluids, do whatever self-care you can do, no matter how small. Remember, there are people who care, and there are readers who need you - your story, your perspective, your impact.
And if you don't hear this from anyone else today, I'm so proud of you.
I just feel like modern-day Eddie Munson would love getting high and watching reruns of Jackass, and then you'd have to convince him that 'no, Eddie, you definitely would not be able to do that' over and over.
how dare he be silly and goofy and perfect and make me giggle and twirl my hair and smile at my phone and blush like a teenager experiencing love for the first time
This guy [Wayne Munson] is someone who cares about his nephew, that’s it. He’s concerned about his nephew, you know, his nephew’s been wrongly accused of something and there’s no proof about it, I just know my nephew. And I know he didn’t do it. Whether or not he was a trailer park guy, who might’ve been an angry, bitter, guy… which I think there is a little bit of angry bitter in Wayne, but still, you know, the concern about his nephew overrides any of that stuff.
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