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9 Headcanons About Luke and Honey 🧸🍯
content warning: a little crack, a little smut (minors dni) disclaimer: please never re-enact any sexual content I describe in my writing unless you are sure you know what you're doing and you're sure this shit actually works in real life. I bear no responsibility for mishaps and accidents.
🍯 O N E Mr. Randolph and the simple art of stashing honey. He nestles tiny bear-shaped shot-sized bottles inside his hood. The only reason you've never seen them is because he is a tol boy. The only reason you've never heard them clinking against each other is because the sound of his sword and belt and boots and snoring drowns the sound out. — His belt can hold up to seven half-pints of honey, but he often squeezes in two more in case he gets caught up somewhere that doesn't have immediate access to honey. — Because one time he got caught up somewhere that didn't have immediate access to honey. Walk with me if you would, to Luke's third day at the palace as a princeling. He's dozed off in the library whilst studying for one of Sariel's exams, his forehead and nose smooshed flush against the tabletop, books scattered at his feet. He awakens slowly and then starts with a fright when he realizes that in his boredom he burned through his honey stash. When he attempts to leave the library, he finds the doors locked from the outside because Clavis. Several minutes later, Yves is spooked during his bubble-bath when a giant shadow scales past his window. This is followed by a pinched gasp before the shadow tumbles off the palace façade and lands atop an unsuspecting Cyril below.
🍯 T W O Connoisseurism. To Luke, all honey is good honey, but that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate distinct flavor profiles and richness. After consuming as much honey as he has, his tongue has become primed for picking out even the most subtle notes. Of course if asked he never describes them as much more than "very yummy," but unbeknownst to anyone, his beautiful honey-brain basks in his sunlit skull and experiences a wealth of sensations and vividry. — Similar to an elite wine sommelier, Luke can disseminate where in Rhodolite a batch of honey hails from. After being a prince for a few more years and being exposed to scores of international honey, he's eventually able to triangulate global origins within a 5 kilometer radius. As such, the Rhodolite Honey Society tries regularly to stump Luke with obscure varieties of honey. They invite the eighth prince to their monthly meetings, watch slack-jawed as Luke successfully classifies all the batches, and then scramble to stop him as he sweeps all the extra honey into a giant overnight bag. — But home is where the heart is, and his favorite honey comes from around the parts where he grew up.
🍯 T H R E E Contrary to what you've seen, Luke doesn't actually consume much more honey than the average person on a day-to-day basis. He is aware of potential health-risks and doubly-so after a particularly sobering visit to a healing ward. — That visit in-turn inspires him to begin a public service campaign to teach the people of Rhodolite honey-consumption best practices. Jin tries to broaden the scope to include all foods, but Luke understandably checks out after the honey portion of the presentation (jumping in intermittently to say the word "honey" as it comes up). This leaves Jin to field questions from audience-members who've taken issue with how Jin only ever uses melons and coconuts as visual aids regardless of what food he is actually discussing. Jin subsequently adds peaches and eggplants to his repertoire. — Years into the future, Luke's likeness is seen depicted on sprawling tapestries, settled into a picnic with a family of bears as he doles out healthy servings of honey to them.
🍯 F O U R Luke is exceptional friends with the palace beekeeper (his name is Thierry and he is as single as a slice of cheese). Sure, Luke falls asleep whenever the man begins an impassioned, scientifically-sound monologue about honey production and hive integrity, but so would you. Probably. Other times he shuts Thierry up with a spoonful of honey. But Thierry actually despises honey, so he tears up and gags and tries to punch Luke who has an uncanny ability of dodging punches by way of dropping into a well-timed nap. — In exchange for oodles and oodles of honey, Luke assists Thierry with hive-building and maintenance. From time-to-time his job involves collecting cow dung, which has multiple uses in medieval beekeeping; so that one evening when you catch Luke slinking back from somewhere while smelling questionable, it's because he was slinking back from somewhere while smelling questionable. — I know you didn't ask, but yes, a portion of that cow dung mysteriously but invariably finds its way into Clavis's trap-building inventory.
🍯 F I V E Sariel is forced to tailor Luke's prince training around honey and honey accessories because the guy will wander off, physically and mentally, literally 5 minutes into a lesson otherwise. — When they are on the international trade unit Sariel has Jin take Luke on a field trip to a meadery in Jade. Much of this trip is spent with the two in various states of intoxication, but they manage to hide it fairly well if you ignore 95% of what actually happens on the trip. Luke comes back with a pet Jadean bee named Keith (no relation). Jin comes back with lots of mead and tales of the warmth of Jadean ladies. — Sariel attempts to teach military-strategy to Luke using bottles of honey. Several military units go missing over the course of fifteen minutes before the commanding general succumbs to sleep. Several more go missing after Sariel attempts to self-medicate for his headache.
🍯 S E X Luke won't lie to you. He can't get enough of licking honey off your nipples. — He says as much in shy, whispered confessions against your neck, but you really get the sense of it in the way his hands curl desperately around your wrists, the way his pupils seem to dilate like an eclipsed sun in that field of green, in the way his arousal clashes and shudders against yours as his tongue laps up the sweet nectar. — Luke devours your honeyed nipples like a man eating for the first time. He craves the taste, the texture, the indescribable emotional connection, and he craves your hands tangled in his hair, pulling his face closer than close could ever get. — Oh and the sounds he makes. Slick, wet, juicy. You have trouble looking at his lips the next morning without feeling a violent reaction in your party parts.
🍯 S E V E N Luke tries to get away with putting honey on everything but there is one thing he won't put honey on even if you paid him in honey. Scrambled eggs. — Boiled eggs? Sure. Fried eggs? He's literally written the picture-book on it. But scrambled eggs? sCrAMBLEd eGgS??? Did your mother drop you on your head as a child? — Scrambled eggs, in Luke's mind, are a heavenly, fluffy, buttery piece of cloudwork, untainted by the sorrows of the world. For comparison, Luke considers honey a liquid chorus of angels, but scrambled eggs sit firmly as a distant second. — Rio, once, well-intentioned, serves Luke a plate of scrambled eggs with a cute little teddy bear drawn over the peaks and valleys in honey. Upon seeing this, Luke takes out a scalpel from only god knows where and begins to scrape off the honey into one of his empty shot-bottles. Beads of sweat gather on his temples as he works to maintain the dignity of the scrambled eggs. When he finishes, he puts his scalpel down, and without facing Rio, tells him in a choked, distorted voice, to never serve him this tragedy again. What he doesn't realize is that Rio fucked off several minutes prior after catching sight of Emma chatting with Thierry the Royal Beekeeper.
🍯 E I G H T The Rhodolite Honey Society holds a honey portrait contest every year. To win, contestants must paint a portrait of an animal using nothing but honey. Because everyone almost always chooses to paint a bear, bears have been banned from submission. Luke has never entered this contest because he vehemently disagrees with such blatant disregard for and waste of honey. — One day Luke overhears Keith telling fellow tea-party-bros Yves and Licht that he is thinking about entering and has been practicing drawing stags in his spare time. — Luke enlists Clavis and begins plotting a honey heist. It would turn out to be the greatest food heist in Rhodolite history, meticulous in its planning, baffling in its execution. And once again Nokto would be called upon to use his false-mustache... — Link here for if/when I ever write Luke's Honey Heist
🍯 N I N E "Have you ever played the tongue game?" — On warm summer evenings, Luke will sit you on his lap and dance trails of honey across your bottom lip with the tip of his finger. And to cricket-song and gentle breeze he kisses each oozing drop away. — When you ask if you can do the same to him, a most tender expression fills out any lingering emptiness in his gaze. So you take a dollop of honey on your fingertip and press it against the plush bed of his lower lip, smoothing it over the coarse traces of the day. His lips have such a pretty shape, but they're even prettier under the glaze. Without realizing it, you've drifted your face closer and closer, and Luke giggles when your breath tickles the tip of his nose. Then he's kissing you, massaging the sweetness on his lips onto yours, and before long you two are a tangle of limbs in a sea of sheets; the honey, for once, forgotten.
Thank you for reading :) Which hc was your favorite? Are there any you want more details on? Do you think it was the right call for Nokto to bring his false-mustache out of retirement?
I feel like Aphrodite (RoR) is an underrated character! Could I request some sfw & nsfw headcannons for our beautiful goddess?👑
Aphrodite is under rated, but we can fix this.
SFW
-Aphrodite is the goddess of love and beauty, and when she loves truly.
-Spoils her s/o a lot; a lot. Favorite dinner? They get it. Favorite singer is having a concert? She has tickets (of course she goes). Shopping? She doesn’t mind to spend on her beloved.
-Romantic die hard. Movie night? Cuddles the whole time. Candle lit dinners, roses sent to their doorstep. No one is as romantic as herself.
-If someone is picking on her beloved…They are going to regret it. Aphrodite can be scary when she wants to, don’t let the big boobs fool you.
-Aphrodite may be all about appearances but she also looks on the inside; that matters a bit more. If you’re ugly on the inside then you’re promptly dismissed from her presence. 🎀
-During Ragnarok she’s going to ask her beloved all sorts of questions. But it’ll always be about them somehow.
“Who do you think is going to win this match, (Name)?“
“Are you comfortable, (Name)?”
“Did you see Adam fighting? He’s fast but I’m sure you’re faster.”
-Flirts all the time. Aphrodite 🤝 constantly flirting with her lover. Morning, noon, night, Aphrodite constantly flirts with her beloved as though it was the first day the two meet. She never loses that spark ⚡️ that she feels for her s/o.
-kisses all the time. Cheek kisses. Forehead kisses. All the kisses. PDA too, doesn’t matter who watches.
-Zeus: We need to do something with the-Aphrodite stop kissing for 2 minutes.
-Aphrodite: sure. (Sneaks another kiss)
-Leaving her is really hard, she always says good bye until she can’t see her beloved anymore. (♥️ )
-has pictures in her phone of her s/o too.
-Shiva: change your screen again?
-Aphrodite: I did, we went to the beach recently-
-Shiva is stuck listening to Aphrodite for the next hour. (Like he has pictures he wants to show her of his family but-damn girl! Shhh 🤫 jk Shiva doesn’t mind for too long)
-Remembers everything about their s/o too. Birthdays, when they first started dating, etc.,
NSFW
-while Aphrodite is Love itself,,, she’s also lust. Her partner has to realize sex is going to be part of their relationship in some fashion.
-Aphrodite needs sex at least three times a day; it doesn’t have to be pure lust. Love and lust combined can be combined into a pure bliss and Aphrodite beautiful exceeds at this.
-Her s/o gets their orgasms everytime they have sex; Aphrodite can be a little selfish. Oh, all that love listed earlier comes with a little price. Aphrodite expects the same motivation from her lover and wants to be treated well in bed. To her this shows that her lover cares. Sex and love are one with her.
-While Aphrodite wants all the attention she’s not afraid to her lover their doing something wrong or right. Aphrodite is a mix of rough but not to rough, sex is a form and it has to be right.
-Aphrodite can’t be too repetitive in bed, spice it up.
-Good news is Aphrodite can help; while yes she does want attention, she’s attentive. Scared to do a new sexual position? She’s understands but she’s here to help anyway she can.
-Any lover of Aphrodite is going to be a professional by the end of the year.
-Also Aphrodite has the best moans; her partner should want to experiment more with the Greek goddess.🎀
🎀Rukia-Writes🎀
❛❛ ICE ❜❜
matching ・Coach!Steve Harrington x Ice Skater!Reader
genre・Fluff, maybe enemies to lover trope(?) 😏
warning ・None :/
words・1140
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Walking into the skating rink with your backpack in hand, holding your skates in hand, today was the day your new coach came in to help you improve your skating skills.
You sat on the bench, put on your skates, tied them up in the process, 'Might as well practice than waiting.'
The scarping of the ice once your skates hit the ice echoed in the skating rink; you were the only person there practicing your skills on the ice; it was owned by one of your childhood friends that granted permission for you to practice.
Skating Ice was fun; it was satisfying to hear your skates cut the layer of ice in the rink, wearing your ordinary sweater and legging as you skated around.
Practicing toe loops to the lutz, your jumps were perfect, landing onto the smooth ice with the crisp sound of ice being cut from your skates, but even with your everything, your rhythm was somehow always lacking some emotion, they say.
The thought of the idea of your dances lacking emotion anger you. "Does it even matter," you puff out. The lights shined on the ice giving it a white glow; the glow was enhancing you.
Wondering to yourself how the smooth ice was to skate on, how something frozen would be beautiful, not like normal icy water was appearing like an unawakened bear in its hibernation.
The scraping sound of ice filled your ears with glee.
As you held yourself in your arms, skating away on the rink, not hearing or being aware of who came into the skating rink, you were too busy with your thought to comprehend.
The door cracked open, with a cold hiss sound echoing the skating arena like opening a freezer.
Footsteps echoed and took your mind out of thought as you looked towards the arena entrances; he was holding in a duffel bag and had their skates in hand.
His luxurious, delicate locks bounced every time he took a step; you gazed in awe, wondering who this man was, especially when you thought this place was closed and wasn't always anyone in.
Your eyes couldn't take your eyes off him. It was something enticing about him; maybe it was about how he came in, how he walked, or perhaps it's his gorgeous hair alluring you.
Until his eyes spotted you and stared at you, you looked away in embarrassment and skated away from the area inaccessible to the benches.
Your face was hot, practically sweating from the encounter even though the whole rink was freezing; ghastly to say, he was reasonably attractive.
After that, you came up with somewhat of a decision. So you skated to the benches where you threw all your stuff on and did a couple of stretches so your body wouldn't cramp up while you were in the lesson.
Waiting for your new coach to come, since your old coach quit out of you because you were 'too hotheaded,' it is not your fault that they rated your triple axel loops wrong.
You did break some of the signs, but you couldn't hold it in; you rubbed your neck and rotated it to loosen your tense muscles and sighed; this coach is taking a long time to come here. Finally, when you close your eyes, he appears in front of you, not even admiring your personal space, "Your L/N, right?" his modulated voice ranged into your ears.
No way this hunk was your coach; your eyes widen in astonishment "…Y-yeah, are you my new coach?" you should have rethought that answer because it was a stupid question to ask.
"Mhm, I'm Steve, well my full name is Steve Harrington, but you can call me Steve for short," he utters, putting his hand out, signaling for a handshake; you are in a trance by his beauty not even admiring his hand, you just shook your head.
"Not much of a contact person, are you?" he pulled his hand away from you. Not much came out of your word; you just stared at him and crossed your arms.
"Well, shall we start on the ice?" he insisted, "Okay." you sat up from the benches and entered the ice sink with your coach, "Show me one of your routines, so you will know what is lacking. In?"
Did he say lacking, not even one second, and you already have a problem with him? You're never lacking; you are simply perfect and flawless in everything you do, especially ice skating.
You skated away from him and got in position, your arms twirled around your body, as your feet followed the rhythm of your arms, it was a bit awkward since there was no music, as your one of legs dismounted from the ice as you turned your body as you took flight, completing a 360 spin and landing on the ice.
As you push yourself back and accelerate your speed on your skates as you turn around, kicking your right leg back, using the weight of your body, turning yourself, landing on the ice with your right leg being held with your right hand, having your left arm out, to balance yourself on ice, completing upright spin.
You felt confident until you looked at him; his face emitted an unimpressed look; oh boy, that took a toll on you.
You lower your leg, propelling yourself around the ice as you spread your arms away from each other as you turn back and propel yourself up, doing a 360 spin and landing on your right leg as you tuck your arms.
Taking the speed, jumping up and spinning into the air, completing a toe loop and having your left leg in the air, bending yourself 70 degrees and turning in the air while your right leg takes the weight of your body, completing a camel spin.
You lower your leg to the ice, decrease your speed on the ice as you finish up your routine, pose on the ice, have a smug grin on your face, sweat dripping off your face, and your heavy breathing echoes in the arena as the sounds of clapping were followed up.
"That's good." he puts his hand back in his pockets, walking towards you; you turn yourself as you were looking face-to-face with him, "But your turns and jumps were lacking," he utters.
A big hit to the ego.
If that comment didn't make you angry, his critiques would. Releasing your anger was something he wanted you to do honestly; you didn't want him to be right about you at all.
He was breathing in and out, changing your state of mind to be calm. Then, dismissing him with a thank you, that smug smile formed on his annoying face angered you more.
"So..should we get started?"
Eddie with black dancer s/o Hip Hop , Modern ect. And her struggles of being a black dancer
"Knock them dead."
Eddie Munson x Black!Reader
Author note: Hopefully, you enjoyed this, and sorry if this wasn't what you wanted also; I didn't know what you mean by modern, so my bad, I gave it a little bit of a twist yk; hopefully, this to your liking. (sorry for the long wait)
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: Fluff and bits of angst(?)
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 936
*ೃ༄ You danced for hours, and your feet became sore, blisters forming on your feet; practicing for your debut show, you couldn't mess it up, not with the chance you got from the table.
Sweat poured from your body; you refused to give up; it wasn't in your will; you were going to master it and not even caring that your legs were going to collapse on you.
Your coils bouncing from your sudden moveth,
Your reflection bounced off the mirrors, mimicking your moveth, music booming from the boombox, and your shoes were almost worn out.
This was your chance to enter stardom, and you let anyone take that light from you, not on your watch, dreaming of being an idol of girls like you, of looking up to you as an inspiration, breaking the wall and barriers of socially and racial segregation.
Tired..that was the only thing in your mind, but you weren't going to rest; you heard the door open, and that was the only time you stopped and looked to see who it was in the studio.
You turned off the music and went to the door.
Eddie; he was standing there holding the water bottle you accidentally left while rushing to the studio.
"What are you doing here, ed?" you walked to him; even though your legs might just stop, you endured it.
"I'm here to give this back to you, Y/N." Eddie handed back your water bottle; you took it from his hand.
"Thanks!" there was a pause; it was a bit awkward, "Well, uh, it seems that you worked up a sweat," Eddie said; you chuckled at his comment, "I guess so,"
Another pause came in, "Well, uh, I going to head back-" you reached for his hand.
"N-no, please stay, Eddie, with me here in the studio." you pulled him back.
"Is everything okay, Y/N" Eddie gently cupped your face; when he said that to you, you tried to keep yourself composed, but even you those words hit something inside of you, some sort of vulnerable, turned you into a crying mess.
Tears stained your face, rolling down your cheeks; you couldn't keep them in anymore; you couldn't hide your problems, especially when you were in them.
"I-I'm sorry," you muttered; Eddie didn't even respond to you; he hugged you, your face gently hitting his face, your salty tears staining his shirt.
Your heavy breathing echoed the room; Eddie hugged you tightly and kissed your head, "You know, can talk me, Y/N,"
"It's just I don't feel good enough and don't I'm strong enough to endure everything that is going on, E-Eddie, I'm sorry-" your sentence was cut off by Eddie kissing you with reassurance, "I know you're trying your best, Y/N, but don't over exert yourself trying, okay... your too important to me" Eddie hugged you tightly.
After that was a comfortable silence, "You should rest; you look like you are tired, babe."
"No, I have to," Eddie's finger pressed to your lips to motion you to stop talking, "Nonsense, some rest won't hurt you, Y/N."
"I guess so," you muttered.
You left the studio with Eddie and went to his trailer; you were currently on his bed laying on his lay, him playing with your hair, as you voiced your problems to him; he was a really understanding guy, and you were thanking god that you met him, and he was your own boyfriend, people were wrong about him being a freak, he's just a guy getting through life.
"I-i feel like I won't do good at all." you looked up to see his face.
"Babe, you're the Y/N Sinclair, you can do anything you want, and I believe in what you do" Eddie held your face and nuzzled it.
"Thank you, Ed, for being with me" you got up from his lap and hugged him enjoying his warmth and presence, wishing you could stay like that together with him.
╰┈➤ A Few days later
It is the day of your recital. The day you were practicing your ass for, the day to show them all what you can do.
You were in your costume, breathing in and out, a bit hesitant about the outcome.
Fiddling your thumbs, thinking about everything, your heart was beating out of your chest, butterflies in your stomach.
You opened the curtain slightly, looking at the people in the crowd and the judges; seeing your family made you feel better, but you were still anxious.
You felt a sudden tap on your shoulders; you flinched to see it was Eddie, but how did he get backstage.
"Eddie, you scared me" you rush to hug him; you were glad he was here, there to support you.
"You thought I would miss your dance performance, princess" he hugged you back and kissed your face.
"I'm so glad you're here, Ed!" you smiled with glee.
"2 mins to showtime, Y/N," one of the directors yelled.
With Eddie here, you were less anxious than before, but you had to perform; you were tense.
Eddie held your face; you were looking at him, "Y/n, you're going to do great, and I know you're going to do great, and rock that fucking dance floor." Eddie kissed you on the forehead and looked at you.
You looked at him with awe, taken back at his words, "I will," before you walk to your position.
"..And Y/N," he yelled at you; you glanced back at him
"Knock them dead," he smiled; it seems you just needed that boost to surge your confidence.
This was definitely going to be a core memory.
Hi I just wanted to say I think that your writing is magnificent and it brings me so much joy on that note I was wondering if you could do a eddie x reader where eddie has a crush on the reader and people like the basketball team or cheerleaders keep embarrassing him infront of reader so he gets completely humiliated and gos and hides somewhere to cry (you can choose the place) and reader finds him and comforts him and you can tie it all together with a confession or not but I trust you
Sorry if that made no sense or sounds stupid and you can completely ignore this idea if you want to thank you for your time 😊
FREAK'S GOT A STARING PROBLEM ━ imagine!
eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: eddie cannot stop looking at you. not for anything bad! he just thought that you are the most beautiful thing to walk on earth. but will his habit bring fortune or conflict for him? it's terrible that this freak's got a staring problem.
genre: a bit of angst? / fluff
wc: 1. 98k
note/warning: a bit of bullying and lots of curse words lol. and major tw!jason. mfs scary. also, i'm not entirely proud of this one, but i hope you enjoy!
Eddie thought that you were the most beautiful thing to ever walk the earth.
Sure, his porno magazines had some hot chicks in them, and frequently he would see the occasional actress in the movies that he would watch, but you? You seemed to beat all of them so easily with both your personality and beauty.
It physically pained him to have this teeny-tiny crush on you. In the few classes the both of you shared together, Eddie always caught himself looking your way. He didn’t know what overcame him to possess his eyes to draw to you, but he knew the reasons could’ve been either your radiating smile or possibly, that bright light that seemed to be behind you.
Though he frequently stared at you, however, Eddie Munson was not a perv. He could never look at you in that light, well-
‘No.’ Eddie stops himself. He will not let his mind be dragged to that point. You were an angel graced by God, how the fuck can he even think of you in such a dirty way?
Eddie groans, finally hearing the ringing of the school bell, notifying Hawkins High that it was finally lunch. He heard the class go by around him but didn’t start packing until most of them had left. Sometimes, Eddie imagined what his life would’ve been like if he was in your high school posse.
Athlete, cut hair, spent most of his time in training or parties. Easily having the prettiest girl in his arms. And of course, for that position, it would be you.
Fortunately, life was kind to Eddie. Instead, he was playing one of the most brilliant games ever created, with the best people around him. He would prefer that, over throwing a ball around for an hour. With that thought, he would have to deal with the ridicules that frequented him, and most importantly, holding his feelings and looking at you from a metre away. It was fine. He could live like this.
Eddie’s ears are infiltrated with noise as he walks through the cafeteria doors, seeing that several students have already received their lunch. He began to make his way to the lunch line, expecting to receive the most lacklustre, unappetizing meal of the day.
After receiving a certain look from the lunch lady, Eddie mutters a ‘thanks’ and looks around to see his friends sitting at the usual table. They seem to already be deep in conversation, making Eddie feel a bit inferior because of his absence. He hopes it isn’t too important, because of course, as the leader of Hellfire, Eddie had to be there for every complaint and recommendation.
But first, a small stop past the table he dreaded the most.
No, Eddie wasn’t going to actually stop and talk to anyone at that table, shit, that was blasphemous at whoever cared. All he’s going to do is walk by, and catch a small, small glimpse at you. Hopefully today you were either smiling or laughing because if he was being honest, those expressions look beautiful on you.
As he walks past, he sees you giggling a bit behind your hands, making him fail to notice how his stride begins to slow. Eddie is entranced by your laugh and smile, feeling as though a higher power somewhat blessed him today.
Unfortunately, the devil seemed to curse him as well, seeing as he captured the attention of the prick sitting at the head of the table.
At first, Jason was going to say something, either ‘get out of here freak’ or whatever. Until, he looks at where Eddie’s gaze was caught, tracing it back to you. An alarm goes off in his head.
“Hey, freak!” Eddie’s head snaps to Jason, who slams his hands down on the table and stands up. Eddie’s heart begins to race.
‘Shit!’ He thought he was being so slick!
“You fuckin’ need somethin’?” Jason starts to make his way to him.
“No Jason-”
“Then why are you looking at Y/N? Got a starin’ problem you need help taking care of?” The blond jams his finger into Eddie’s chest, prompting him to almost drop the lunch tray in his hands. Eddie steadies himself, almost losing his temper at the bullshit Jason was trying to pull.
In the corner of his eye, he can see that your head was turned to him, making him a bit nervous under your gaze.
“Listen, Jason, I don’t want anything to happen. I was just walking by.”
‘Yup, yup. Keep your cool. Gotta look swift for her.’
“Yeah Jason, he doesn’t want anything to happen,”
‘God fuck! Why do his goons have to get involved?!’
The basketball player, whom Eddie remembers to be Andy, laughs under his breath, “he doesn’t want anything to happen, to interrupt his serial killer plans. He’s probably planning to kill our whole fucking table just to be with Y/N. What a fucking creep.”
“Yeah, we hit the jackpot? Is that what you want to do? Order your little cult to kidnap Y/N so you could use her in your cult sacrifices?” The cafeteria gets silent at the statements of Jason and Andy. Eddie’s face feels warm, not because he was particularly embarrassed, but because of his anger.
He just wanted to look at you is all, what’s wrong with that?!
“Hey Jason-” Eddie hears a soft voice,
“No. We need to fucking expose this freak before he terrorizes Hawkins. Shit, maybe tomorrow night we might just see that club of his dancing around a fire. That’s what you do Eddie? Dance around the fire like a couple of pussy bitches?”
“Why don’t you fucking push your head up Andy’s ass Jason. You’re being a fucking prick.” Eddie sneers at Jason. Of course, Jason expected this kind of reaction from him, prompting him to threateningly step closer.
“Yeah, you freak-”
“Jason, I fuckin’ said, shut,” he pushes the cafeteria tray into his chest, “the fuck, up!” Eddie turns his tray over, knocking some potato mixture onto Jason’s varsity jacket. The cafeteria gasps, but before Jason could give him some kind of comeback, Eddie leaves the room. Not forgetting to give him the middle finger before he made his exit.
Slightly turning around, Eddie still makes the effort to look for you, catching your shocked face switching between him and Jason.
“Get back here you freak!” The door shuts behind him.
‘Shit, shit, shit,’ Eddie runs through the school, trying to find an empty classroom he could hide in for the time being. He definitely didn’t want to get caught by Jason and his goblins.
He wasn’t prepared for whatever they were gonna give him.
“Eddie?” His heart stops. Eddie hears a voice in the hallway, not wanting to turn around and witness his murderer.
‘FUCK.’ Pushing open the door right next to him, he finds it to be the restroom. Not sure if it was girls or boys, but regardless, he didn’t care. Eddie rushes into the last stall, pulling close the door and sitting on the toilet seat, pushing his legs up to hide from whoever was looking for him.
The door swings open.
‘SHIT! Ozzy, please, I’m begging you. Please save me from whatever they’re gonna do to me, I’ll listen to Black Sabbath extra hard tonight. I promise!’
Eddie rocks back and forth, biting onto his rings to stop his heavy breathing. Slow footsteps echo throughout the small room, before finally stopping in front of him.
‘Well. Praying didn’t do shit. Ozzy! You bi-’
“Eddie? It’s me, Y/N.” His heart stops, again.
‘Oh no. You’re probably here to fucking expose him. Jason is gonna come in here in any second-’
“I know, you probably don’t want to talk to me. But I’m not gonna call for Jason or any of his groupies. If it helps you, Chrissy is trying her best to calm him down…and I think that she’s doing an okay job.” Silence ensues. “Eddie? I just want to talk to you.”
His heart hurts. Why does your voice have to sound so pretty as well?
Eddie puts his feet down. Slowly unlocking the door, he pulls it towards him and faces you.
‘Shit, so pretty.’ Earlier, when he said that there seemed to be a light radiating behind you, he didn’t mean literally. But now?
The lights above the restroom mirrors flicker a little, but still manage to enhance your beauty. Eddie almost crumbles to the ground, but instead just keeps his gaze locked onto your eyes…trying not to look anywhere else.
“May I help you?” Shit, that sounded rude.
“Hey! Um, I just wanted to talk about what Jason was saying earlier. I’m sorry about whatever he said, y’know, about Hellfire and you.”
‘Fuck! She knows about Hellfire?!’
“Yeah…it’s not okay. I mean, he’s a fucking child so I don’t really care. The fact that you’re apologizing for him says a lot.” You sigh, rocking back and forth.
“Well, our varsity basketball captain has a massive stick up his ass, so…I’m here. Apologizing for him because he is, like you said, a fucking child.” Eddie laughs a bit and you join him as well. He didn’t really expect you to criticise Jason like that, especially since the both of you ran in the same social circle. “Um, but that isn’t really what I came to talk to you about Eddie.”
‘Oh shit.’ This was it. The moment when you were going to ask him to stop looking at you.
“About what Jason was saying…were you really looking at me or was Jason just imagining things?” Eddie swallows his spit. He really was debating on whether or not he should tell you the truth.
“Well, um, uh,” fuck it, “yeah. I was looking at you. I just think that you…you know, are- shit.” He wipes his eyes with his hands to avoid looking at you. For some reason, you were getting too fucking bright.
“No! Eddie, um…” you grab his hands from his face, surprising him a bit, “I think, I think I like you looking at me.” Eddie pauses, internally screaming.
‘...what?’
“I mean! I like you looking at me, as in, you know, I like that you take the time out of your day! I appreciate it! I also notice too in class, you looking at me, cause I look at you too- fuck! I mean, sorry, shit…I think your tattoos are cool!” You blurt that all out, shaking his hands as you spoke to him. You didn’t seem to notice that you were moving his hands along with yours, but he didn’t mind it.
“You think my tattoos are cool?” Your eyes widen.
“Of course! Who doesn’t? I love the bat one it’s so metal. I want to get a tattoo for my eighteenth, but I’m not sure what to get!” Eddie goes through some more pausing.
‘Did you just say ‘metal’?’
“Did you just say metal?” Eddie repeats, standing up from the toilet, and you finally realize that his hands were in yours. Frantically pulling them away at the realization, Eddie immediately grabs them back.
He was not getting rid of this opportunity!
“I did…? Did it sound right? I just started listening to metal, so I hope it’s okay to use the term.” His smile grows wider on his face.
“Yes, yes you did say it right.” You smile right back and Eddie was starting to gain his confidence. “Listen, if you need any help coming up with ideas for a tattoo…I could always help you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, totally.” His thumbs rub your hands,
‘Way to go Eddie!’
“Then,” you step closer to him, “can I request that you also be there when I get it? Y’know, to comfort me and what not.”
‘Ozzy? Praying to you has got to be one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.’
“Just give me the time and place sweetheart.”
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@crunchcake @buckwbarnz @bookobsessedfreak
🍳 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 time is the best time to eat! -> ೃ⁀➷ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: Fluff
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Eddie makes breakfast for you, but it had to go south.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 498
｡⋆୨୧˚ Isn't breakfast the best time to eat food? Well, to you, it was the best, but you didn't want to make it because you were too busy drooling in your sleep and ruffling in your cozy sheets next to your boyfriend, Eddie; how adorable!
｡⋆୨୧˚ Well, Eddie was pretty awake than you; even though he can't cook as well as you doesn't mean he can't make breakfast for you. He went to the kitchen with a bright mindset to make you the perfect breakfast; he even got a cookbook to cook with, the ingredients, and the measurements.
｡⋆୨୧˚ The only thing Eddie can't mess with while cooking or baking is muffins; he was going to a batch of chocolate chip muffins for you. Cups of flour, sugar, baking powder, salt, milk, vegetable oil, white sugar & brown sugar, and the rising star chocolate chips!
｡⋆୨୧˚ The batter was done, but now the hard part was not letting the muffins burn; even though it was a simple task, Eddie was not taking the risk, especially when it came to you. he waited there, looking right at the oven, not even taking a look back. Still, soon he got bored and went to listen to music & read some magazine on his bands.
｡⋆୨୧˚ "Beep, Beep, Beep." that was the sound of the oven, done baking the muffins, but Eddie was too in the zone to realize that the muffins were ready.
｡⋆୨୧˚ You were lying there, so comfortable in Eddie's bed; nothing could make you get up from your wonderful slumber except the smell of smoke, which made you puzzled. You shot up from the bed and walked to the area of the smoke. 'What the hell is the first thing in your mind? You were still sleepy, though, so your moveth was pretty slow.
｡⋆୨୧˚ "Uh, Eddie, did you put anything in the oven!" you yelled, then you saw Eddie running straight towards the kitchen, opening the oven, inviting more smoke to cover everything. When he brought out the muffins, they were pitch black and on fire, "Shit!".
｡⋆୨୧˚ Well, when you saw that fire, you ran straight to the fire extinguisher and squeezed down the fire extinguisher, but unlucky for Eddie, he was in the splash zone and got sprayed; he and the muffins were covered in foam, but the muffin wasn't on fire at least!
｡⋆୨୧˚ "Surprise?" Eddie said while turning to you; you just raised your eyebrow at his comment.
｡⋆୨୧˚ "Not to be mean, Ed, but remind me never to let you cook again." you looked at the charcoal muffins; Eddie shameful nodded at the compromise, "I'm sorry, Y/N, I just tried to make breakfast for you, and I got bored then the burnt the muffins, I-im just really sorr-" soon he was cut off by you kissing him.
｡⋆୨୧˚ "I know you tried your best, Eddie but try to leave the heavy lifting to me" you squished his face, "Anyways, are you hungry?"
ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You and Eddie have a fantastic date.
ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: Fluff
ੈ✩‧₊˚𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 920
Today was a great day, especially when you went to school; surprising, you even got a free cupcake from one of the prep kids.
But classes were boring as always, but something else brightened your day your boyfriend of 6 months asked on a date; you were thrilled when he asked; you were practically jumping in the hallways.
You couldn't wait; your feet were tapping on the floor impatiently, glancing back at the clock, waiting for your class to end finally. When I tell you when the bell rings, you grab your backpack and books, rush to your locker, and rush straight towards that door.
First one there, you had to get home immediately to get ready, but you had to wait for your sibling because you were on babysitter patrol; since then, did you become Steve Harrington? Here is slow, especially Erica talking to her little friends.
"Erica Sinclair! can you please get in this car" you yelled at her.
"Your not the boss of me" she turned to you crossing her embarrassed, yelling at her in front of her friends.
"Yes, am I, little girl. Now get in the damn car." you were getting irritated at her actions, but thank God she got into the car, or you were about to erupt.
The car drive was as silent as ever, and as soon as you got into the shower to freshen up, you needed to relax; who doesn't like to have a good shower. Now you were at your vanity, doing your makeup, and you decided to do a natural look with a little fountain, some bronzer, blush, mascara, eyeliner, and eyeshadow.
After you were done the look, you opened your closest to introduce an option, an option of clothing to miss and match together. You wear a white shirt, a frog-themed sweater your grandma knit for you, and denim pants.
You added some gold bangles, a necklace, and green earrings. After you were done, you admired yourself in the mirror, and you looked like a celebrity in all your glory. You fluff up your hair and fix up your hair. Then, a noise came from your window, and outside was your lover boy. You felt like you were on cloud 9.
You quickly ran downstairs just to be caught by your little sister, Erica.
"Y\N, where are you going at this time" Erica crossed her arms.
"None of your business, Erica" you looked back and her while getting your coat from the closet.
"It probably with that boy, Eddie munson," Erica roared, catching your brother's attention.
"Wait, your dating Eddie; why did nobody tell me this!" Lucas exclaimed.
"I don't need you to be questioning me; now, if guys could please get out of business, I would be happier." you smiled.
"Well, it's hard to not be in your business when you have a diary" Erica rolled her eyes
"WAIT, YOU READ MY DIARY" you stop putting on your jacket, making it droop on the side.
"Well, not only me but Lucas read it also"
"Erica...."
"You too, Lucas!!" You stared at them in disbelief, " You know I'll deal with you when I get home," fixing up your jacket and opening the door to see him outside.
"Well, hello, gorgeous," he smiles at you,
"Well, you look charming as always, Eddie," as you hugged him, "Shall we, princess" Eddie gently grabbed your hand and kissed it.
"We shall," you giggles at the sudden action, flushed someone might say.
Then after you and Eddie got into his van and went to a diner called 'ROSIES,' the diner was lovely; you and Eddie sat in the corner of the diner, you know, the "romantic side," one will say. Although it was a bit awkward, you guys held a good conversation, but it was going well.
Soon the waitress scrolled away; here to take your guy's order; well, to you, she was a bit sketchy, but she was rubbing up on Eddie. You didn't want to admit it, but you were jealous, A, because her tone totally changed when it came to you ordering.
Well, I might as well sauce up the problem; you gladly ordered chicken nuggets and fries; I know, childish, but you were a picky eater. That was the only thing that looked appealing.
"How mature," the waitress made a snark remark that almost got you at your seat but let's keep it classy.
You just smiled at her; after that, there was awkward tension between you and Eddie until Eddie broke the silence.
"How do you like it?"
"Like what?"
"The date" he exclaimed
"I like it; thanks for taking me out!" You smiled at him.
"It's really no problem" he brushed it off like he didn't care, but deep down, you knew he cared.
Soon your conversation was cut off by the waitress with your food. The food was good as expected, and the conservation held up through the whole date.
After the date, you guys hung out at a park; it was fun, swinging on the swing set, going down the slide, and going on the monkey bars. Needless to say, the whole date was terrific, especially when you are with Eddie.
But soon, it ended; Eddie drove you back home, and you kissed him before you departed. Thankfully your parents weren't home yet, but you see Lucas and his friends on the couch staring at you, and before you can escape it, they start bombarding you with questions; how fun. :D
☆ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟
☆ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞. (Let's pretend that Vecna died.)
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What they called the Upside is what you call a hell hold; right now, you were with Eddie and Dustin; you guys were inside the upside-down version of Eddie's trailer, back to back, holding homemade versions of weapons.
Spears and shields, you would think of never thought of this predicament, especially if it involved your siblings; you should have never admitted to this.
But now, you guys were scared out of your boots, waiting for the time of the human-eating, probably starving bats were outside, finding a way inside.
You really thought it was clear, and rested your tensed-up shoulder, they found a way to the vent on the roof. They were starving, there were hissing, all you ran towards the vent and started stabbing them with your spears.
"Why did I admit to this" you groan in regret.
"..I have no idea," Eddie muttered
You looked at him, annoyed at his answer,
"..Aren't you my boyfriend? Shouldn't you be giving me reasons I came at least!" you grumbled, looking away from him.
"Can't you think for yourself, Y/N? You are a big girl now!" he smiled at you.
"Are you calling me fat?" crossing your arms.
After what he said, you guys started arguing, like if it wasn't enough, you were in the world of monsters.
"Uh, guys!" Dustin whispered and yelled.
You and Eddie were still arguing and ignoring Dustin; it made you angry at the fact he had the nerve to say that.
"GUYS!" Dustin yelled out, which caught your and Eddie's attention,,
"What!" you guys said in sync.
"A-are there any more vents or openings in here" Dustin stuttered, looking around.
"Shit," Eddie grumbled and ran to the nearest vent, but it was too late, the bats were flooding into the room.
The next thing you hear is a loud slam from the door, "We need to go." Eddie yelled
The next thing you can remember is being near the gate to the human world(?); Dustin was the first to climb the binding rope, then it was your turn; you did hesitate; something inside you felt like something terrible was going to happen.
"Please don't do anything stupid, Eddie," you told him and climbed the rope, landing on the mattress. You looked up at the gate and anxiously waited for Eddie; something was etched on Dustin's face.
"...Eddie!" you yelled,
"Eddie, what are you doing?" Dustin yelled
He never came down; the next thing you heard made your heart drop.
"I'm going to buy us some time" he yelled out
"..Is he serious."
Dustin had a scared look on his face, "Dustin, can you pass me a chair" you yelled.
"What are you doing? ....What do I tell Lucas if you don't make it back."
"Don't question me, boy, pass me the damn chair" you looked at him with a piss-off expression.
He complied with your request, and you jumped into that shitty hell hold. '..And I told him not to do anything fucking stupid." you grumbled,
The fall wasn't too good, you landed on your legs if it wasn't the worse thing ever. You didn't see Eddie anywhere, this worried you.
If this wasn't the worse thing, the bats had to be the worse thing, they were there too. You ran outside and close the door so fast, that a cheetah would be jealous.
You looked around, couldn't see anything but you did see something missing, a bike. 'He didn't, not on my watch", you started running faster than you did before, faster than you did track, faster than you could ever think your body could move.
Thank the heaven above that he was still alive but wasn't doing too good. You didn't stop running though, even if you were in heat of danger you just need to stop him from this suicidal task.
You pacing yourself, and run to Eddie, pushing him over from getting his head removed.
"What the hell was that Eddie" you yelled at him.
He didn't answer you or didn't seem too interested in what you had to say, "..Did you know what you just did, Eddie. Your head almost fucking came off, you have cuts everywhere" you screamed letting your anger out.
That must have been the final straw for him because he came with the same energy.
"You know what I did, I have been running my whole fucking life, Y/N. I just wanted to seek some time of redemption I was looking for my whole, life at least not dying a fucking coward for once" he yelled, you have never seen this side of Eddie, the angry side.
Tears slowly stain your face, "Y-you could have died, you know that" you yelled in anger.
"Y-you could have died", "Eddie...I won't know what to do without you, ed" you caress his face.
"..Y/N.."
"..I'm sorry" Eddie dejected
"You shouldn't be; I should be sorry.", Soon, you and Eddie shared a passionately kiss. But the danger wasn't cleared at least yet. The enemy was near.
"We gotta go, Eddie," you whispered; you ripped off a piece of your shirt and wrapped it onto Eddie's wound, "This will hurt" you pressed the fabric onto his wound, at least stopping the blood flow.
You hauled him onto your back and held onto his legs, trying to run but couldn't because damn, who knew he weight that much. You managed to get him back to the trailer, but the hardest part for getting him out.
"Dustin can you catch something heavy" you yelled out the gate
"I guess so, why"
"Just get prepared"
You got Eddie's body into the human world; now it's just you.
To summarize, you both managed to make it alive; you did have to hesitate to get him to hospital with the allegations of him being a satanist, but you had to you couldn't see him in pain.
☆ Time Skip
To summarize, Eddie lived even with the wound on his stomach; Eddie made an arrest for the counts of Chrissy's death and the deaths of others but managed to be not guilty of the counts of murder throughout Hawkins. He also beat the satanist allegations and rumors around Hawkins and earned compensations in the law of justice, it seems too good to be accurate, but you were happy to see Eddie not having to hide. The good part is that you and Eddie got to graduate from Hawkins. Eddie's career as being rockstar flourished, and his band became a lot popular, gaining a lot of fans. Needless you were happy.
You went to college, and Eddie didn't, but he still supported your life choices.
☆ 5 years later
You and Eddie decided to move out of Hawkins to go to California and move into a Spanish Mediterranean architecture home. The future for you and Eddie was bright; you guys spend all your time together when he is not on tour. You guys really enjoyed hangout and being together.
Needless to say, you were thrilled Eddie popped the question and proposed to you. You had a small, little cute wedding. Then, not even a week later, you got pregnant and had beautiful twins, one boy, one girl.
It felt like a dream to live with the love of your life; you guys were like partners in crime, two peas in a pod, and most special soulmates. :D
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Yes
i will NEVER stop writing for eddie munson.
Not Nancy, Robin, Steve, Mike, or Lucas. None of these characters even talked or cared about Eddie's death. Only Dustin and Wayne are the only people who care and mourn. The fact that max still lives and Eddie died is sad. Nobody after the events of vecna mentioned or even talked about Eddie. These people still let their "friend" be trashed with untrue allegations, not even caring that he was missing. And also basically ignoring It; that shit gets me in my feelings. Why did they have to kill a character just introduced to the season? Is it because of Chrissy and their chemistry together? Idk but it's disgusting to see my boy Eddie not even talked about and not even held a funeral for. What the actual fuck is wrong with these people. Why did he have to be the hero? He died for nothing, nothing at all. HE GOT HIS ORGANS EATEN OUT FOR NO DAMN REASON. I swear if Eddie doesn't magically come back to life or resurrect, I will not watch shit.
The only thing they did right was to kill Jason. They should have just killed off max, too. She looks like she is ready to see god.
"𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬" 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝟏
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞 : 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲- 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝.
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 : 368
It was really year, Eddie.
86' like you said, the year you finally would have graduated, but I would have never thought of it of your death. Instead, I remember it as if it was a memory haunting me.
My eyes were puffy...red, from crying. At the moment, I was praying for at least anyone, any person, any god, to save you from the grasp of death.
I was hugging you, pressing you to my chest, hoping at least the warmth of my body could cause, so what cure you. I yelled for help, but nobody could hear me in this hell.
Dustin was there. I could also see tears falling from his face, from seeing his own idol dying just for saving a town, A town that hated you, A TOWN THAT WANTED YOU DEAD.
I didn't understand then, but maybe this is the redemption you seek now. Hopefully, you are looking or walking towards the pearly gates.
You deserved it being a hero, but you should have just run; maybe you'd still be alive by now. Even steve told you not to be a hero, but you did, and your sacrifices would not be vain.
Vecna isn't dead as I hope. I wanted that bastard dead. He should be destroyed, just to know that he escapes like pussy he is. So many people are moving away from Hawkins, especially about the allegations and the rumors about the town.
I'm spending my spring break helping around the town, especially after the massive earthquake. I hope you know Eddie that I miss. I miss you a lot, and I know you wouldn't want to see me crying, but the pain is too much to bear without you being here.
..and I will love you even the rest of my life, even if you are not physically there, I know you are watching me with your white, fluffy, cute wings too, but I just miss your hugs, smile, and your metal personality.
Hopefully, you won't get lonely over there, and I really miss you, just please don't forget me.
From your darling,
Y/N
✝ After reading the letter, you took a red rose and placed it on his grave.
Oh the pain..
✧･ﾟ: 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 :𝐃 ✿
✧･ﾟ: 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✿
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You were in your room getting ready for your date, laying down all your cute clothes and jewelry.
You wanted to look good but too good, yet also chic but not too stylish, just something that expresses you, because anything you wear outside express how you live and act.
You even got your legs shaved and got a mani-pedi.
Soon you were interrupted by your irritating sister, Erica. Always in your business like it was the wild west.
"Y/N, where are you going" Erica questioned you,
"Why is where I'm going, your concern?" you looked back at her.
"...Because mom and dad left the house and told me that you have babysit me, and Lucas is going to do some stupid thing with his nerd friends.."
"What" you gasp
"That's totally unfair," you complained.
"Well, life isn't fair, ain' it," your little sister blabbed out.
Before you could even hear what she said, you ran down the hallway away from your room and went towards Lucas. You didn't even knock. You just bust open that door.
"What the heck Y/N" Lucas yelled out
"Lucas..my little brother Lucas, for a love of a sister, can yo-" you were soon cut off,
"No"
"What do you mean no? I barely said anything."
"What you were about to say is for me to babysit Erica, and I will not"
"Please, Lucas, it's just one time. I will promise to repay you back."
"50 bucks"
"50 bucks for a one-time thing?"
"take or leave it"
"How about 15?"
Soon a long debate about how much money you have to pay Lucas to occur, and you guys finally got to agree on how much money you would pay, it was 25 bucks.
You finally got to properly get ready now, without any disturbances or that when you thought, then you heard rocks hitting your window.
You opened your window, annoyed by who was attacking your window, only to find out it was your boyfriend, Eddie.
Eyes brighten up with joy to your boyfriend, and how convenient it of him to come just on time, you rushed downstairs and went outside to see your date.
Eddie decided to have a picnic date with you. It was cute and elaborately planned. It was a fun time. You had your picnic in a field of flowers, the area was beautiful, and you got to make some flower crowns for yourself and Eddie.
The moment you had with Eddie was everything, you really wished you could stay like that forever, but sadly all good things shall come to an end.
You were dropped off by Eddie, and you couldn't just leave him without giving him a kiss, which you did and not even 5 seconds later you were reprimanded by your parents. :D
The fact that there's NSFW audio of stranger things characters, soon there going be a stranger things only fans💀
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Why are people talking about how Eddie would have a breeding kink like bro can't even graduate. 💀
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Ngl, I would be fucking angry if I got killed off Stranger things without getting a massive, juicy, cash-flowing check.
but that's just me though.
Picture this with Jason Grace. -
"I didn't know there was going to be a beauty here, If I knew I would have come faster," he said
I laughed at his comment,
"Well I'm glad you know now," I said
"What is your name, beaut," he said while holding my hand
"Y/N Windsor, my grace," you responded.
Nobody: When Annabeth heard the sirens singing.
Nah sis was acting wild, like ms girl, I know you want this perfect dream of having your mom and dad proud of you and everything, and having everything you wanted in life complete, but don't try to kill yourself because of it.
This is also good advice if you feel you are not good enough.
Me when Annabeth and Percy fell into Tartarus.
Nah but I hope you all know that Greek Gods do people catching cases like dating people that are under 18 years old, and how are you going to be proud of having a dad/mom that probably dating someone that was like 13 years old, then started to mess with your mortal parent. ex: Zeus
Like niggas in camp half-bloods aren't thinking at all.
Excuse me?
Nah, people are weird as hell because what the fuck is this?
Only Nico stans are weird like this fr.
Table Talk
If we are going to be real
Let's talk about how Charles Beckendorf, literally the only black person that was introduced, died and how his girlfriend, Silena also died and get talked trash because of that bitch ass hoe, Drew.
When Percy Jackson was the only person that was offered to be a god.
Bruh
why is nobody talking about how Rick Riordan ended Bianca in the same book she was introduced in.
IN THAT DAMN GOLDEN ROBOT 👹
I deadass thought Percy Jackson, hero of Olympus, trials of apollo and etc were for the kids, not adults 💀