okay here’s a lil blurb from my notes app. obvi not proof read or edited. i tried to write x reader but felt more comfy using third person-ish. this may or may not morph into a full story who knows. Please enjoy !! xoxo, bee
It was turning out to be a brutally cold winter in Hawkins. Maybe that’s why she’d let herself take Munson up on his offer to smoke in the back of his van. The full size mattress that fit into the back was covered in a black fitted sheet and various old throw blankets. She had tossed her sneakers somewhere not long after she’d gotten comfortable and was now sat with her legging clad legs stretched out in front of her as she took a lazy drag from the blunt he had rolled them when he first picked her up. Their friendship had bloomed slowly since she moved to Hawkins at the beginning of the year. It had started by him annoying her in English, then saying hi to her in the hallways. The object of her thoughts was sprawled next to her, his messy curls fanning out across a beat up pillow, his eyes glossy from the hits he’d taken before her. She exhaled slowly a small smile gracing her lips as she examined his face. “Penny for your thoughts, Munson?” She teased as she ashed the blunt into the ancient ashtray he’d handed her earlier. His eyes flicked to hers lazily, a goofy smile spreading across his face as he took her in. “Only a penny? Who knew my thoughts were so cheap,” she scoffed before bringing the blunt up for another deep inhale. “I’m serious, what’s running through that head of yours?” she passed him the blunt as she exhaled, not letting her mind dwell on the fact that his fingers brushing hers had sent sparks up her arm that settled pleasantly in her chest. She watched as his long eyelashes fluttered against his cheek while he took a long drag, his full lips settling into that lopsided smirk she’d come to know from him well. “You can’t give me shit when I tell you,” he warned after he exhaled slowly, the smoke curling in the light that filtered in from the vans back window. She held her hand above her heart in mock surprise, “Edward, I’m surprised at you,” he snorted at his government name before she continued, “Whatever it is, it’s gotta be good. Spill.” He huffed a laugh as he passed the blunt back to her after another hit. He sat up suddenly, tucking one of his long legs against hers while he adjusted himself to get comfortable. “I was honestly thinking about the first time I saw you.”
