Summary: Mads first day of school goes about as badly as she expected. Then it gets worse... and maybe a little better?

A/N: Hi, I have best friends forever Eddie & Mads brainrot and they're just so stinking cute okay. For those of you who might inevitably ship them, I completely understand and I hear you. You are valid. However, I'm gonna have to torture you and make any romance between them a slowburn AU because of how I've planned out the story.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. As the author I do not always agree with the actions the characters take. There will be mentions of sensitive topics, read at your own risk.


October 3, 1983

Sunday had been uneventful. Mads had woken up early with a splitting headache, prepped herself some meals for the next few days, while unpacking the multitude of totes the Wilsons' had given her. They had been truthful when they called their late daughter's style alternative. The boxes were filled with a lot of black.

But it was all very feminine and pretty. Flowy, long skirts and dresses, tight, high-waisted pants and shorts, crocheted shawls and sweaters, an assortment of blouses and t-shirts. It looked like the countercultural movement had vomited all over her room. Not that she minded. It was all much better than some of the things she'd seen girls her age wearing lately. And free.

Mads didn't start her position at the general store until the coming Saturday at Melvald's insistence. He had wanted her to get settled in and get used to the school before she started work. She had refused his offer of an advance on her paycheck; there was plenty of money in the bank and hidden in her motel room.

Doing nothing was something she wasn't used to, but the day had passed quickly and by the time she got around to smoking a joint behind the motel it was already six p.m and darkening rapidly. A whole day doing… not much of anything. It wasn't like she could register herself for classes. The principal and counselor were unavailable until the next day anyway.

It had felt weird. The sense of urgency she was used to living with Kali didn't apply to this situation. It was slow, almost idyllic. Like the vapid teen dramas she'd watch when she would sneak into movie theaters to get away from it all.

She reflected on all this as she lay wide awake in the wee hours of the morning, up for reasons very different than other teenagers the night before their first day of school. But by the time she fell into unconsciousness, her sleep was surprisingly dreamless.

Come Monday morning she awoke feeling more well-rested than she had in a while. She dressed – just jeans, which were a little big but nothing a belt couldn't solve, and a t-shirt again – with her wristband covering her tattoo and a small, black silk scarf tied loosely around her neck to cover the worst of the scars there. Then grabbed an apple and a sandwich, shoving them in a paper bag, which she stowed in her backpack.

Her hair, of course, took the most time out of her morning. She ate a muffin she'd made out of a box mix the Wilsons' had bought her and drank her coffee white while she teased and sprayed her hair until it looked perfect. Then it was time to leave.

This would be the first time she had ever gone to school, ever. From what she had seen in the movies, it was its own special kind of torture. But she had to do this, for herself and all the kids Dr. Brenner had fucked up.

The ride to Hawkins High was uneventful. Boring even, if it weren't for the new scenery. It was a poor town, but it was pretty to look at. There was no denying that.

The principal had been helpful, accommodating even, as she directed Mads to the people who could help her register for classes and set up someone to guide her around for her first week. They would be meeting her when she got out of the counselor's office.

That would be a breeze. She was not about to spend more time with someone who just wanted to get into her head and mess around. She'd had quite enough of that, thank you very much. The counselor's soft, breathy voice really got on her nerves and she was glad to be rid of them. So much so, that she nearly hit her new guide with the door to the counselor's office on the way out of the room.

"Whoa there, what's the rush?" A familiar voice asked, causing her to freeze.

Mads looked up into the familiar dark eyes of Eddie Munson as her stomach turned to lead and her heart dropped to her toes. Well shit. It had to be him, didn't it? Somewhere, some god of fuck all was laughing at all the misery they'd caused her. This was just the icing on the cake.

Ripping her eyes away from his, Mads bolted past him walking as fast as she could down the hallway. She didn't care where, or even if she was headed toward the right classroom. All she wanted to do was get away. This was such a stupid idea. Kali was right, she was a "fucking idiot".

"Madison!" Eddie called, chasing after her. "Hey! Madison!"

He was drawing attention to her. Well, more than a new student in a town like this would get, which was a lot. But he was making it worse!

Slowing to a stop near the end of the corridor, Mads whirled to face him as he caught up, rage in every line of her face. Her hair even seemed to stand on end.

"What do you think you're doing?" She hissed as he neared her.

"I'm showing you around the school?" He said, obviously confused, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Why?"

"I… I, uh, the principal asked me to?"

Crossing her arms, Mads blew her hair from her face. She was in a pretty mess, now, wasn't she? Of course this guy would go to this high school. It was the only one in town. Of course he would recognize her. She had made an impression after all.

"I don't need help," she snapped.

A dimple formed in Eddie's cheek as he smirked at her, leaning into her personal space. "Looks to me like you do. You're goin' the wrong way to our first class."

What did he just say? Our first class?

Blinking rapidly, Mads checked the schedule she'd received. Sure enough, she was heading in the wrong direction. But how did Eddie know that? And why did he say "our"?

In her stupor, she hadn't realized that he had moved to stand beside her, leaning down to look at her schedule. She resisted the urge to flinch away, which was mostly successful.

"Yeah," he said, that annoying smirk still on his face, and pointed at the paper. "We have the same schedule. Looks like we're gonna be study buddies!"

Mads could have groaned in frustration. Instead, she clenched her jaw shut so she wouldn't bite his head off. Out of everyone, why did it have to be the boy who'd sold her weed to show her around?

"Fine," she relented, folding the paper and shoving it into the pocket of her jeans. "Show me around, study buddy."

"With pleasure," Eddie waggled his eyebrows at her, gesturing for her to start walking.

The walk to their first class was silent, at least on her part. Eddie prattled on about everything. The social cliques, the clubs – his D&D club in particular, which teachers rode your ass and which ones were cool, how shitty "the establishment" was. Whatever that meant. For the most part, Mads kept up her end of the conversation with nods and noncommittal noises. He sure did like to talk.

Then he asked how she was doing and ruined the dynamic they had going on. "I thought I'd check, you know, after Saturday." He clarified.

They had made it to their classroom, finally, and had paused outside the door. He was looking at her with a legitimately concerned expression. What the hell was she supposed to do with that? She'd rather take on Peter without the Sotera than look into Eddie's puppy dog eyes for another second. Especially when they were filled with concern for her well-being.

"Right," she said, sweeping into the classroom. "We're not talking about that."

"Okay boss," he agreed, following her. "Your call."

Ignoring him, she took a seat near the back, slamming her backpack to the ground forcefully. He didn't take the hint, in fact, he took the seat right next to her, grinning like a cat who'd caught the canary. The rest of the students gave them wide a berth. A metalhead with a penchant for mischief and the glowering new girl? They were a recipe for trouble.


The morning had flown by, thankfully. Mads' falsified grades and transcripts had been accepted, so she didn't have to make up any work. They didn't know she had never seen inside a real school until now. Besides, she could just read the teacher's pet's mind and ace all the tests if she couldn't be bothered to study. It wasn't like she'd be sticking around long term.

Eddie had made her sit with him and his club for lunch, which consisted of his bandmates, who ogled at her the whole time. Whether or not they remembered her from the Hideaway or they were just shocked a girl was sitting with them was beside the point. Her leg bounced throughout the whole lunch period and she barely touched her food while Eddie regaled them with obviously embellished tales.

This disguise was becoming more trouble than it was worth. But she could almost see Peter's eyes when he realized she was stronger than him now, taste the fear emanating from him as her hands closed around his throat and squeezed.

Pop!

Something wet and sticky splattered all over her hand, the table, even a bit on her face. Mads looked up to see that all four boys were staring at her in shock, their mouths hanging open. In fact, many heads had turned in her direction to see what the noise had been.

With a trembling hand, Mads opened her tightly closed fist to see what remained of the apple she had packed for lunch – a few seeds and some pulpy juice. Great, her first day at normal person school and she'd crushed an apple with her hand. Or her mind. It didn't matter which. What mattered was that she'd done it and now everyone was staring at her.

"Holy shit!" Eddie crowed, slamming his hands onto the table after he recovered from his shock. "Did anyone see that!?"

"Yes, and if they didn't, they most certainly will notice with you shouting." Mads thought, seething with anger and covered in apple juice.

"You just crushed an apple with your bare hands!" He exclaimed, grabbing all the napkins from the table and trusting them at her. "That is fucking amazing!"

Mads took the napkins and began to wipe herself off. "It was probably rotten."

"No way," one of the boys, Gareth, protested and the others agreed with him.

She made no comment as she wiped down the table with the remaining napkins. Soon enough, the normal cafeteria chatter began to return, but the stares from the four boys still lingered. Even Eddie had gone silent.

In fact, he was quiet for the rest of the day, just staring at her occasionally with those dark, dark eyes. Mads tried to ignore him, but found the staring worse than the incessant chatter. It occurred to her that he could tell someone and then the right someone – or wrong, depending on who you talked to – would hear about it and come calling.

It wasn't like she could talk to everyone who had been in the cafeteria at that time and force them to forget. They had already probably told people anyway, so it would be useless to force Eddie to forget too. It would seem even weirder if he didn't remember since he was right there when it happened. She was royally screwed.

As soon as the final bell rang, Mads was out the door without so much as a goodbye to Eddie. She deposited her things in her saddlebags and locked them up tight, heading straight into the woods. She walked and walked for what felt like forever until she found an old picnic table.

A quick look around showed that she wasn't close enough to the school for anyone to happen upon her accidentally. Good. This place was perfect. It was about time for her to get to work anyway.

Clambering on top of the old table, Mads sat cross-legged, hands on her knees and closed her eyes. A breath in, hold, a breath out. She did this a few times until her mind began to drift and her awareness expanded beyond her body and consciousness.

She had hoped to find Peter, that the lingering mark he had left on her body and mind would lead her to a weak point she could infiltrate. Something she could exploit to retrace her steps and destroy the Lab, and everyone in it.

But whatever she had expected to find hadn't been this. The place she ended up in was dark, cold. At first, it was just an empty space, which was normal when she was searching for something. But eventually the landscape grew damp, smelling of mold and decaying things.

Dark vines, pulsating with life, sprouted under her astral feet. Large motes of dust – or something that looked like it – floated in the air and Mads was glad she wasn't physically in this place to breathe it in. It was teeming with life, but unsettlingly devoid of it at the same time. Like fungi, it looked and felt like the living form of decay.

Why had her search for Peter – 001, she forced herself to remember – lead her to this place? He was an orderly at the Lab, even Kali remembered that. The Sotera prevented him from using his abilities, which he claimed were great, so there was no way he was out in the world or realm hopping or whatever she'd just done searching for him.

Especially not without looking for her. Not after what she had done.

Carefully, Mads picked her way over the putrefying landscape, trying to keep from touching the pulsating vines and anything else. There was no way she could know if interacting with her surroundings could affect anything, or trigger a reaction from any of this world's denizens.

After a few minutes of walking, she realized she was in the exact same place she had began her projection. The forest outside the school. It was… wrong though. All wrong. As though something had taken the world and flipped it, making it a darker, rotting version of her own world.

That was when she noticed it, lurking in the trees.

It was naked, hairless, with pale, graying skin like a corpse. Except its limbs were long, longer than a person's should be, and so thin the bones protruded starkly from its carcass-like skin.

It was knelt over in the shrubbery, if one could even call it such, feasting on something she couldn't make out. From what she could see, however, the creature's face was opening from all sides to rip the flesh from the thing it was devouring.

Ice cold terror shot through her veins. Even in non-corporeal form, she could still be in danger if this creature noticed her. This place was evil. Dangerous. She had to get away, forget Peter. There was another time to search, another way.

With shaking limbs, she turned and walked back the way she came, not sparing a second glance over her shoulder. When she reached the picnic table, which was where she assumed her journey began in the dark empty space, she saw that the wood was gouged with those same pulsing vines that crept along the entirety of this world. It was spongy with rot and didn't look like it would hold her weight any longer.

It didn't matter, as long as she was within a few feet of her corporeal form she could return with ease. She'd done this plenty of times in her own world to know that. But when she found a clear enough place to sit free of the vines and began to let go of the world around her, ice flashed through her again.

Not the same terror as before; her body literally felt frozen. A deep, rumbling laugh swirled around her, in her ears, her mind, the noxious air. Invisible hands ghosted up her motionless arms, settling at the base of her throat, stroking the scars there through the scarf.

Hot tears welled up and spilled over onto her cheeks, dripping onto the hands as they began to squeeze, and squeeze, and squeeze. She couldn't see them. They were there, they were touching her and she couldn't see them.

"Oh, 009," the disembodied voice crooned in her ear, so much like that night. "You didn't think you could escape from me this time, did you?"

What the fuck? What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!?

Mads was going to die. She could feel it. Immobile, trapped in this other place with some creature that sounded so much like 001 who was squeezing the life out of her. Kali was right. She was right and Mads didn't even have the opportunity to tell her so. No, she was going to die. At least she wouldn't be haunted by 001 every time she closed her eyes.

"But you will," the voice purred almost cheerfully. "You. Belong. To me."

Blue irises flashed before her own, rotting, burnt flesh that was still smooth in places. Once soft blond hair which was now matted and falling out in clumps. Elongated fingers with even longer nails which were now closed around her throat as though they belonged there.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

This couldn't be happening.

It wasn't happening.

It wasn't.

A loud crack came from somewhere in front of her. Mads thought it was her neck snapping at first, but all at once the movement returned to her limbs, air rushing back into her lungs. She gasped, surging to her feet, eyes flying open. Arms flung out in front of her, ready to attack. He wasn't going to get the upper hand again. She would kill him first.

She would kill him.

But who stood before her, eyes bulging and mouths gaping, was not 001. It was Eddie and another boy, another student.

"I-I thought you said no one came here?" The kid asked Eddie, trembling at the sight of her.

Eddie was carrying that little black box he'd carried the weed in when she'd purchased from him on Saturday. He was dealing. This kid was buying, and she wasn't supposed to be there. Of course he'd be scared, she had caught them doing something illegal.

"No one usually does…" Eddie murmured back, but the kid was already running down the path.

Eddie didn't even seem to care that his customer had run off. He was still staring up at her with an expression of shock and awe. They stood like that for a few heartbeats in a silent standoff, before he began to approach with hands raised.

"Madison," he said gently, as though he were speaking to a scared animal. "It's okay, it's only me. I'm not gonna hurt you."

Hurt her? Why would Eddie hurt her? Why was he acting like she was going to bolt or lunge at him any second?

Blinking the remaining tears from her eyes, Mads looked down at her hands. They were formed into claws. She could feel the dangerous energy emanating off her in waves. Even if he didn't have her abilities, she was sure Eddie could feel the dangerous aura radiating from her. Wet, warm, coppery… All mixing with the tears in her mouth through her bared teeth.

Her nose was bleeding, badly. Worse than it had in a long time. She must look nearly feral, standing there on the table like that in the middle of the woods. No wonder the other kid had run away.

"Madison, I'm not gonna hurt you," Eddie repeated as he reached the table. "Let's get you down from there, okay? It's safe, c'mon."

Her body began to shake violently, a ripping sound coming from somewhere close by. The world was spinning and all at once she was in Eddie's arms, him settling them on the leaf covered ground, holding her close.

She could have fought him, would have had she not felt so weak. She should have felt sick that he was even touching her, but he was solid and real and smelled like sweat and dope and so, so fucking real and alive. It was so comforting that she realized she was crying.

The ripping sound was the sobs emanating from deep inside her, clawing their way up her throat and out her mouth. She shoved her fist against her teeth, but that did nothing to stifle the hysterical cries. Blood, snot, tears were all staining his denim vest, but he didn't seem to care.

"Shh, shh," Eddie murmured, rocking her slightly as though she were a child. "It's okay. It's okay. No one's here, it's just me. No one's gonna hurt you."

Fuck, this was stupid. She wanted to hit him, push him away, make him bleed. Why was he so fucking nice?

"'Cause I'm a freak too," he said.

Mads hadn't realized she had spoken aloud.

At once the nausea of feeling his arms around her returned and she shoved away from him. It was a weak attempt, but he let her and she scrambled a few feet away. He was right, she was a freak. The way he'd said it hadn't hurt though, which was confusing. Every time Axel or Mick had called her a freak, like they weren't themselves, it had been to insult her. To knock her down a peg.

"You good?" He asked, watching her warily.

Mads didn't answer him immediately, taking Mr. Wilson's handkerchief from her pocket, then placed it over her nose and blew. When she pulled it back, the fabric was stained a violent red. It was coming from both nostrils. God, how far had she traveled?

The sobs started tearing their way through her again at the mere thought of Peter's ghostly hands around her throat.

"Hey," Eddie started, crawling over to her. "Hey, hey, what the hell happened? Did someone hurt you?"

She couldn't tell him. He'd think she was crazy and tell everyone, then Dr. Brenner would know she was back and he would find her. They would shave her head and lock her up. Break her, over and over and over and over again until she couldn't remember who she was anymore. Who she'd made herself into – which wasn't much – but it was more than she was allowed to be in the Lab.

"Flashback," she rasped through her tears. Quick thinking. "Doin' some meditation shit, supposed to help, and I started seein' things, remembering things… God, fucking hell!"

"Hey," Eddie soothed again, taking care not to touch her or move too close. "Take some deep breaths? Okay? It'll help. No one's here but me, and I won't hurt you."

"Stop being so nice to me!" She shouted, voice cracking several octaves.

Eddie laughed, and Mads was shocked at the sheer absurdity of the situation. She probably looked like she'd been beaten up, she was in hysterics, and he was laughing. This fucking guy…

"I mean, you've been a total bitch," he began, crossing his legs, rested his elbows on his knees, supporting his head in his hands. "Don't get me wrong. But us freaks gotta stick together."

"Stop calling me that," she demanded, scrubbing the handkerchief over her face.

"Oh, sorry, your highness," he teased, flopping onto his side on the ground. The dead leaves puffed up around them, settling in his hair. She resisted the urge to brush them out with her fingers. "But it takes a freak to know a freak. Also, you're just rubbing blood all over your face and makin' it worse. You look like you've been hitting yourself with a tree."

"Thank you," she said sardonically.

"Welcome," he crowed.

Since her nose was clogged and sticky, Mads breathed in slowly through her mouth, then exhaled. She repeated the action a few more times, until her heart began to slow. The handkerchief was a lost cause, now completely saturated and tacky with her blood.

Crumpling it up in her hand, she looked around, searching carefully for any sign of that other world with both her eyes and her senses. Nothing. The place was completely calm, free of the withering rot and decay of that realm. Her adventure had not unleashed anything onto this world.

On shaky legs, she rose to her feet, Eddie scrambling to stand and holding his hands out to steady her in case she fell. In spite of the safety of this clearing Mads wanted to run away, leaving the memories of this place behind.

"I wanna go home," she said, hating how close to a whimper her voice sounded.

"Shitty first day, huh," Eddie joked, crossing his arms over his chest with a tentative grin.

"You have no idea…" She muttered, turning away from the picnic table.

As they walked away, Mads couldn't help but peak over her shoulder. Her senses were completely right, there was nothing of that other world left behind. But she couldn't shake the feeling that she'd somehow cursed that spot when she crossed over. She hoped to God she was wrong.


Eddie refused to let her drive herself home on her bike. It made her so fucking angry, she nearly tore into him in the parking lot but there were still some people lingering for clubs and such and she didn't want to draw attention to her appearance. So, she sat in the passenger seat to his van, helmet and bag in her lap, fuming as she directed him.

"I mean, you're refusing to go to the nurse or the hospital," he argued, more annoyed than he had been when she was yelling at him earlier. "You can't drive like this. I'll even pick you up tomorrow."

"I don't want to be picked up by my dealer," she spat, glaring at him. "I want my bike."

"And you can have it. Tomorrow," he grinned devilishly at her.

"Fuck you, Edward."

His head snapped to face her, eyes wide, a goofy smile plastered across his face. The van was still moving but he was looking at her in surprise and amusement instead of watching the road. And he was worried about her driving.

"What?" He asked in incredulous amusement.

"Edward." Mads rested her head against the window. "Edward, Edward, Edward."

Laughter burst from his lips, causing the van to swerve violently. Mads knocked her head back against the window, cursing.

"Hey! Fucking drive, you idiot!" She shouted, bracing herself.

"Oh, God," Eddie squawked, wiping his eyes. "That's not my name, Madison."

"Don't care," she huffed, rubbing the back of her head.

The motel was coming into view now, which was a relief. A double relief was that the Wilson's car wasn't in the lot, which meant Jake was the one manning the front desk. She would hate for them to see her like this, and they would inevitably pop by to see how her first day went had they been there.

Before Eddie had even pulled into the spot in front of her room, Mads was gathering her things and pushing the passenger door open.

"Madison, Madison!" Eddie protested, attempting to drag her bag inside the van.

Landing blithely on her feet outside the vehicle, she fished the room key from her jacket pocket, turning to face Eddie again. She took in the blood on his vest and the leaves still caught in his hair. Her heart squeezed.

"Mads," she blurted before she could stop herself. "You can call me Mads."

"Mads," Eddie repeated as though he were tasting the name on his tongue, trying it out. "Mads… Suits you."

"Yeah," she agreed awkwardly.

They watched each other for a few more minutes, the van idling the only sound between them. Mads began to fidget, they both did, and the blood on her face was getting itchy. But she didn't want to be alone. Not after what happened, not even if Eddie was infuriating.

"D'you wanna come in?" Mads asked as Eddie said, "I should get going."

Awkward silence ensued for a few minutes more, then Eddie shut off the engine and hopped out, shutting the door behind him.

"Why not," he said as he walked around the front of the van. "It's not like I was gonna do my homework tonight anyway."

"I mean… You can go if you need to," Mads waffled, jiggling the key nervously. "I just… I don't…"

"You don't wanna be alone," Eddie finished for her kindly. "I understand."

"I've got food, and we can light up if you want," Mads practically begged, desperate for him to stay, though she didn't exactly know why. She was just certain that as soon as she was left alone, Peter would return and finish her off.

"No need to tempt me further, I already said I'd come in," he laughed.

And he did. He sat politely in the living area while she showered, swearing on his Warlock – his most prized and valued possession – not to peek. After, she set his vest in the bathroom sink with stain remover to soak. Then they sat and ate reheated pasta, Eddie talking a mile a minute, filling up the silence of Mads' evening in a way she'd never experienced before.

Then they shared a joint, Eddie taking great care not to touch her as they passed it back and forth. The munchies hit them hard and Mads broke out the Tupperware container of muffins and a box of Poptarts. Eventually, they did end up doing some homework, but the high had gotten to them and it was mostly giggling like stupid little kids.

Even when she got high in Chicago, no one there was fun like this. They were only using her to get their own revenge. She realized that when they refused to help with hers. No, those she left behind there were not her friends. But Eddie… maybe he could be.

Almost too soon, the high was wearing down and Eddie insisted he needed to get home. Mads checked the digital clock on the side table by the couch she lounged on; it was past midnight.

"You okay to drive?" She asked, toying with her fingers.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," he insisted, twirling in a circle as if that would prove his dexterity. He didn't stumble at least.

"See ya tomorrow, Madi – Mads." He bowed with a grin before turning to the door.

She watched him turn the handle before hopping up herself, and rushed to meet him.

"Wait!" she begged, grabbing the back of his leather jacket.

He turned, looking down at her with slightly bloodshot eyes. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah…" She insisted, releasing him, even though she really wasn't. "I just… I mean, I've been a real bitch to you…"

"S'okay," he said, smiling down at her. "I've dealt with bitchier."

She laughed softly, which was the desired effect. Mads looked and acted tough, but from what Eddie had stumbled in on that afternoon, she was even more broken than the rest of the freaks. And he thought she was cool as hell.

"I'm trying to apologize, you jerk."

"Oh, continue then."

She laughed again, louder this time. He liked making people laugh, and it was much better than seeing her grimace like she had been.

"So, I'm sorry," she finished, looking up at him with red in her eyes that wasn't just a symptom of the dope. "And thanks for hanging out with me. I'm sure you had better things to do."

"I really didn't," he said direly, rubbing the back of his neck. "And you're welcome."

This was the moment where they would hug. Maybe kiss if Mads were so inclined, but she wasn't. Not that Eddie wasn't handsome or nice. But each time she's kissed someone in the past it had felt weird – scary even – and that person would quickly move on to someone else. She didn't want that with Eddie.

"See you tomorrow, Mads," he said, smiling softly.

"See you tomorrow…" She whispered, and he was gone.

The sound of the van roaring to life, then driving away stayed with her for a few moments before the spell broke and she rushed to lock the door. However, what she feared more than Dr. Brenner and the people who worked for him wouldn't be stopped by wood and locks.

No, he was smoke and ether and everything in between. He was in her mind, her body even, lingering in her scars. She could only pray that he had not been unleashed by her doing.


A/N: I love them your honor

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This is the "mixtape" I created for this fic. It's not entirely period accurate, but I feel like these songs fit the theme of the show and characters.

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