Part Two To My Taylor Swift Steddie Fic Is Approaching And This Time I QUOTED ARIANA GRANDE!

Part two to my “Taylor swift” steddie fic is approaching and this time I QUOTED ARIANA GRANDE!

Lmao anyways, be eager. It’s comin’.

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Here’s a little snippet >:]

“When he arrived at school, Eddie saw a particular someone with neatly styled hair waiting for him. “Oh come on!” Eddie groaned. “

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Part two!

Ariana grande did once say, “Cause I see you tryin’, subliminally tryin’.”

(Tw: Violence, gay slur)

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The next morning, Eddie woke up to the sound of his uncle making toast rather loudly. Sleepily, Eddie walked out to his uncle Wayne holding a plate with burnt and almost not cooked enough to be toast on a plate. “I tried making breakfast.” He coughed. “Thanks. I think I’ll take the less crispy one.” Eddie grabbed the piece of bread that wasn’t the color of charcoal. Wayne laughed, “Alright. You should get dressed, we need to go soon.”

“Sir yes sir!” Eddie saluted as he took a bite out of his toast.

When he arrived at school, Eddie saw a particular someone with neatly styled hair waiting for him. “Oh come on!” Eddie groaned. “What?” Wayne looked at his nephew. “There’s this guy who won’t leave me alone since yesterday,” Eddie stared out of the window at Steve, “And his name is Steve.” He rolled his eyes. “I thought I heard you saying you wanted someone to obsess over you?” Wayne commented. “AAAAND I’m LEAVINGG!” Eddie responded, he gently pushed the car door open with his foot. He could hear Wayne’s distant laughing and saw Steve’s face light up. While Eddie wouldn’t admit it, he did kind of appreciate Steve’s kindness toward him after the whole incident in the classroom.

“So, how are you?” Steve asked.

“Fine. I might need to eat breakfast in the cafeteria.” Eddie answered, looking at the people around them.

“Why’s that? Did you not eat?” Steve asked, worried.

“Well, no, but I just didn’t eat much.” Eddie mumbled.

“I have a couple of protein bars in my bag, if you want one.“ Steve smiled sweetly at Eddie.

“Oh, uhm, no. It’s fine!” He tried to smile back, but Steve wasn’t buying it.

“How about you take one anyways?” Steve winked.

When they arrived at Steve’s locker, he opened his backpack and tossed Eddie a protein bar. He clumsily caught it and nodded, “Uhm, thanks.” Eddie said quietly. “No problem!” Steve replied as he slammed his locker closed.

Throughout the day, Eddie munched on the protein bar, which he came to find out was “Chocolate dipped strawberry” flavored, it wasn’t half bad. And neither was his day so far. Until someone had to come and ruin it. Jason carver. The one moment Eddie wasn’t walking with Steve, he just had to show up. “What’s up, freak?” Jason teased. “Fuck off Jason.” Eddie said. “What’s up your ass today? A vibrator?” Jason quipped. “No, actually, it’s Harrington’s cock.” Eddie replied sarcastically, hoping that Steve wasn’t actually in the vicinity to hear that. “Harrington? Wow, aren’t you bold.” Jason commented. “Yeah, sure. Now piss off, I’m trying to get to class.” Eddie sped up his walking. “The hall’s barely full, dumbass. I don’t think your going anywhere right now.” Jason called, everyone who was there looked at Jason and Eddie. Embarrassment & Jason followed Eddie closely. He was just trying to have an, at least, alright day.

Jason caught up and shoved Eddie against the lockers; his head hit them so hard Eddie thought he was seeing black spots. “Fucking fag.” Jason whispered as he punched Eddie in the face. In a haze, Eddie kneed Jason in the balls and ran for his life. Stumbling around the hall for somewhere to sit or anything that would provide him rest from this hell. He didn’t even realize he fell into Steve’s arms because he was so dizzy. There was some muffled banter Eddie couldn’t hear over his ears ringing, but he could’ve sworn he heard Steve yelling.

As Eddie came back to consciousness, he felt someone touch his wrist. “Eddie?” He heard Steve’s voice say. That’s when he realized he was in the nurses office, which explained the bright lights seeping into his vision. “Your finally awake,” Steve said, “What happened?” He asked, taking his hand away from Eddie’s arm. “I- uh…I don’t remember…” He lied. “Oh okay.” Steve leaned back. “How long have you been waiting for me to wake up?” Eddie questioned. “Well, I missed math and,” Steve checked his watch, “I’m missing half of geography right now.” He said casually. “Oh my god.” Eddie put his face in his hands, “I’m so sorry.” He added. “It’s fine! I really don’t mind.” Steve said sincerely.

Later that day, when they were walking out of school, Steve offered Eddie a ride home. “Nah, I’ll just walk.” Eddie replied, not wanting Steve to know he lived in a trailer park. Steve nodded and got into his car. The only reason Steve walked home with Eddie the day before was because he was driven to school, otherwise, Steve would’ve walked with Eddie this time too.

In the car, it was awkwardly quiet so Steve turned up the radio and “Head Over Heels” by Tears for Fears was playing. While Steve was humming along to it, he realized something.

Meanwhile, by some dumb luck or a miracle and a half, Eddie had the same song stuck in his head. He also hummed it. The only thing was, Eddie didn’t have to realize anything.

I will make another part, BUT IT’LL BE THE LAST, I SWEAR—

When part 2 to the steddie fic you worked hard on doesn’t get much attention so you give up all hope on part 3 that you planned out to be the greatest thing since season 4 of stranger things:

Reblog to give the person you reblogged from the ability to finish their WIPs

Not exercise as in fitness, exercise as in “AWAY WITH YEE DEMON!”

Not exercise as in “extra fries”, exercise as in I’m clutching a crucifix in one hand and a random Bible in the other.

Not exercise as in going to the gym, exercise as in a fast paced walk to a random religious family’s home in the middle of the night to banish their beloved daughter into the shadow realm.

Not exercise as in sparing hours to get in shape, exercise as in sparing countless nights and days getting this damn old woman back down in her rocking chair instead of speaking cryptic runes.

Oh to be a non-religious exorcist in a commonly demon possessed town.