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guys, I have something to admit….I am still completely, irrevocably, unbashadely in love with eddie munson

I love them

here’s part 1-3 of Eddies tattoos

This is me until season 5 airs. I will hold onto this theory with my LIFE!

Hellcheer + Sun & Moon tarot cards;

“ The Sun presents an feeling of optimism and fulfillmen [...] This card represents the dawn which follows the darkest of nights.” 

“ The Moon presents a path that leads off into the distance. [...] Everything in this card seems to echo the other, as if to allude to two possibilities.”

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So....

I`ve been pretty obsessed with both hellcheer and steedie for like A TIME and i`ve been playing with photoshop; until here, nothing really new. BUT when I was doing some of my work, this idea just pop out of a reaaaaaally old memory from when I was younger (the short love story between Sun and Moon e how the stars tried to help them - being the reason why the eclipse exists) and a bit of tarot, which always fascinated me when I discovered about readings/divination and seemed pretty cool to me bring together the best from both of the worlds!

Well, that`s it;

if I got the meaning of the cards wrong, you can correct me (I`m just starting in divination practice, so I`m open to learning from others).

Anyway, thank you for reading until here and hope you have a nice day/evening/night!

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.