#thebxbysitter

[playindndarchive]

@thebxbysitter​  :   “ will you quit talking like that?! i’m not leaving you behind! “ - S

If  the  bites  to  his  sides   hadn’t  been  enough  slow  him  down  the  chunk  bitten  from  his  leg  was.  It  could  barely  be  classed  a  limp  as  eddie  dragged  his  leg  along  and  every  now  and  then  forced  it  over  the  vines  scattered  over  the  upside  down.  steve  was  holding  him  up,  but  eddie  was  slowing  him  down.  he’d  get  them  both  killed.  

“ i’m  done,  harrington.  i’m  done.  i  can’t  run  anymore. ”  eddie  stopped  and  pressed  a  hand  to  his  side,  when  he  pulled  his  hand  back  blood  coated  his  fingers.  that  was  a  lot  of  blood.  he  looked  over  his  shoulder,  the  swarm  of  bats  in  the  background  starting  to  gather  again.  “ fucking  go,  steve.  get  the  fuck  out  of  here,  fuck  off.  you’ve  got  a  couple  minutes,  okay?  just.. look  out  for  my  uncle  for  me,  that’s  all  i’m  asking.  go. ”

[serpentblooded]

@thebxbysitter gets a thing

❝you sure you're talking to me Harrington?❞

[quarrytm]

             ‘ do  you  ever  stop  talking? ’     @thebxbysitter​.

[inthedenofevil-inactive]

@thebxbysitter continued X

“Why would you give a fuck, Harrington?!” The metalhead yelled. Knows he shouldn’t. Doesn’t mean he can stop. “I’m just Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson! It’s all I’ve ever been to you, right? All I’ve ever been to anyone outside of my D&D club and my band. And Wayne.”

He scoffs, tears in his eyes as he sits on a box in the boathouse. “People think I’m a freak and they don’t even know the half of it. If they knew about every part of me they’d burn me at the fuckin stake.”

[mvnsons]

*just randomly leans over to give him a smooch*

Dazed. That’s what he is, even though this isn’t the first but the latest of many dozens of kisses Steve has given him. It doesn’t matter, hasn’t changed the fact that Eddie goes a little weak-kneed when it happens. He just looks at Steve with that dopey little grin, “Can’t resist me, can ya?” He teases, his eyes glinting bright.

[munsontm]

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Eddie is very much into hand holding. It's his favourite PDA gesture. It's just so intimate, yet wholly casual.

Sometimes he pouts without realising he's doing it. he's not sad, that's just how his face works.

Unsurprisingly, his favourite school subject was music. but he was constantly kicked out of class for being too enthusiastic. Like wtf?? Later on he made the bold claim that the teacher was just jealous that Eddie knew more than him.

[prettybrawlerarch]

“ will you just stop? ” caed tried to keep his temper out of his tone but it was impossible. when it came to steve, he wanted to be that boyfriend. the one who was there for him, who was fun and carefree like he wanted. but that wasnt reality. he went on a bender, got himself into a fight, bleeding on harringtons pristine bathroom floor. “ you worry all the god damn time when no one asked you to. ”

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               ⋯⋯⋯⋯   Stupid high school parties.  Stupid flyer invitations.

Stupid parents, for making him go.  ‘It’ll be fun, you’ll make friends!’

Jasper agreed to go to this massive party as some half - hearted attempt to gather a bit more information on the goings - on within town.  The blatant newspaper cover - ups, the strange vehicles that would come and go on a whim, it all pointed to something deeper, and he would’ve sworn he’d noticed one or two of the other attendees sneaking around town.

But no luck.  Too many people to try asking questions, not that he could have found the classmates in question anyway with a crowd like this.  May as well just have some punch and―  ...oh, wow, this punch is good.

Only two or three cups later, Jasper’s on the search for a phone to dial home.

Except...  It’s not home.

Soon as a voice answered, Jasper started rambling.  “Dad?  S’Jas.  I can’t―  ...I need a ride home, I can’t‒ I can’t balance...  Skateboard, that’s the word.  Punch, the‒ the punch wasn’t punch...”