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“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”

— Melissa Cox

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Like to receive early morning leisurely oral from Beel / Reblog to receive early morning lazy fucking from Belphie

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I have a headcanon that after the events of s3, Steve started spending most nights at Robin's house. They can't explain to her parents why they both wake up screaming and why Steve was bruised an ugly shade of purple for weeks, but they understand that there's a bond between the two of them that is stronger than any normal friendship.

It gets to a point where they gently ask if Steve would like to move some of his stuff into their spare room. They can tell he's a little spooked by the question so they reassure him that the offer is always there, he can do what he likes with it. Robin's mum knows of the Harrington’s, knows that they are never home and that they leave the most wonderful boy alone in their gorgeous house.

Steve slowly starts to bring more and more stuff with him when he comes to stay the night. A couple pairs of pyjamas, a few change of clothes. And then comes his pillow and the rest of his clothes, a few books and trophies from his desk. He even starts to stick up photos on the walls in the spare room that has now been dubbed 'Steve's room' with a sign Robin painted to match her own.

And then Steve just stops going back to his house. He starts buying more bits and pieces for his room at Robin's place and Robin's parents even include him in their family Christmas photo.

He changes his last name to Buckley on his 19th birthday.

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It would be adorable to see a note between Eddie and Wayne 🥹 like maybe they’re communicating via a note stuck to the fridge cause they haven’t been able to really see each other for a week or so bc of their schedules

(thanks anon for giving me fuel for my wayne munson obsession 🙈 -bird)

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Reader: “What's that look for?”

Xavier: “...You’re in my seat.”

Reader: “Well I’m not moving, so either stop being a little bitch about it, and get another seat, or sit in my lap.”

Xavier: “What?!”

Reader: “You heard me. I don’t care what you chose, but hurry it up, we don’t have all day.”

I’m only me when I’m with you (Xavier Thorpe x Ghost!Reader)

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Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Ghost!reader

Word count: 837 words

Summary: School was enough punishment for you so the best thing you could do to not suffer was to take another guy's seat and being a little ass about it.

Warning: Nothing to be honest, but I was thinking a bit of enemies to lovers kind of thing?

A/N: I have finished Wednesday, I am sad that there's not a lot of fics for this baby, if you have any request for him! My inbox is open!

Coments, Reblogs and Asks are happily received! I love to read your lovely coments :)

Some say that the road to life Is paved with good intentions. In your case, it’s been hand-carved with a bad script and horrible soundtrack music that no-one in their right mind would ever hear, even if they were drunk or high.

There was a time when the world was blindsided from your kin. They were violent, mean, untamed, uncivilized, murderers. You were victims from them, lost souls that couldn’t passed to the other side, so you stayed hidden, most of you were loners, living with the others, dying on your own.

For some, they decided to stick into groups, forming “families” that kept them sane enough to continue surviving in this world and when Nevermore Academy was funded in 1791, the “youngest” were sent there to learn what was out there. Well, let’s be honest, no sane ghost was in their right mind to sit hours and hours learning things they would never use on their eternal life, but here you were, a newbie, a fresh/dead fish on this huge tank as a punishment for your reckless behavior.

The introduction went as expected, you couldn’t even use the uniform the principal Weems had given you, you couldn’t sleep or eat, so the room she provided you was useless and your roommate was more than happy to occupy your space without second thought.

And even if you didn’t care, you were force to attend classes like the others, even if you couldn’t grab a pencil to take notes, have a backpack to carry your books or even socialize with the others without making a death joke. (Ghost, remember? They have a deathly sense of humor)

So that lead us to the present, you arrived earlier to the greenhouse, not really ready or happy to be sitting here (or floating on a chair) and listen to miss Thornhill lecture about some kind of plant, to be honest you would prefer to just wander around, to cross some walls, scare some students, anything other than being a good student.

Your hands moved over your desk, watching how the few chains that were attached of your wrists began dragging across of it. You smiled at the wicked joke you thought about, but didn’t say anything. Not even a hello to miss Thornhill when she happily welcomed you to her class, offering to give you a copy of the material so you could catch up.

You would had said yes and a thank you, but let’s be real, your hands would only break through it so what was the point.

The sound of the other students approaching didn’t made break your trance from your chains. Hell, you didn’t even care about the murmurs of the others because of your clothes, have they never seen a bloody teenager with several chains that wrapped on her limbs on their lives? Weirdos.

Someone cleared their throat next to you, but your eyes never left your hands, then they did it again, making you frown, then again, that’s when you decided to look what the hell their problem was.

And there he was, the owner of the clearly weird throat, he was tall, his hair up to his shoulders, a dirty brown and green eyes. You frowned in confusion, apparently everyone was now paying attention to both of you.

“What’s that look for?” You asked him. “Never seen a bloody ghost in your life?”

He shook his head, pausing for a moment. “You are in my seat.”

“Really?” You began smiling, he wasn’t serious, was he? “I’m on your seat.”

“Yes, and I would appreciate if you moved.” He motioned to the chair next to you. You stared at him, he taking the challenge and not looking away.

“So hypothetically speaking, if I look under this chair, I will see your name them.” You gently began going down, passing through the chair before quickly appearing once again. “Didn’t see any name.”

The guy close his eyes in annoyance, he was getting frustrated. “Just move, please.”

You pursed your lips, your head moving to each side, contemplating your options, your arms crossed on your chest, the chains moving with them, his green eyes looking at them before meeting your eyes once again. “Well, I’m not moving, so either stop being a little bitch about it, and sit next to me or sit on my lap…and don’t worry, I won’t feel a thing, maybe you will but that’s the fun of not knowing, isn’t it?” You smiled.

“What?” He exclaimed, finally noticing how everyone was watching them, even miss Thornhill. “You can’t be serious.” He hissed.

“Oh baby, you heard me.” You stood up, your feet not touching the ground. “I don’t care what you chose to be honest but hurry up.” Your arms opened and you did a little spin. “We don’t have all day, sweet-cheeks.” And you “sat” down once again, smiling victoriously as he contemplated his options.

He sighed in defeat and sat next to you. Oh, you will enjoy this class so much.

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🖌️Xavier Thorpe icons🖌️

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Stranger Things

In a busy, fantastical year of sci-fi television, one show rose above the rest, and we’re betting you know exactly the one we’re talking about. Stranger Things has always been super popular on Tumblr, so it’s no surprise this season wasn’t any different. After waiting an entire three years, we were treated to not one but two volumes of horrific, heartbreaking goodness. 

From the moment we heard the opening notes of Journey’s “Separate Ways (Worlds Apart)” in the first official trailer in mid-April, we knew this season would be on a bigger scale than we’ve ever seen for the series. That same week, Stranger Things made its first Fandometrics appearance of 2022. But the real excitement set in when Netflix released the first volume, a set of seven episodes, on May 27, 2022. The show has appeared on our weekly TV Shows list and remained in the top 20 ever since. Skeptical? Well, stranger things have happened!

The wild mid-season cliffhanger was enough to keep fans going through the month-long break between volumes. You used the interim to discuss theories and fears, share GIFs and edits, and post myriad fan works. Returning to Hawkins in July for the second volume, some of those theories and worries were confirmed. After the two final episodes, you came together once again to mourn your losses and discuss the ramifications of major events for the next (and final) season.

We all know the lifeblood of Stranger Things has always been its characters: We’ve rooted for them, shared their wins and losses, and watched them grow. This is especially true for the show’s ragtag group of teens who frequently find themselves looking for trouble in all the right places. This season, the Stranger Things fandom collectively fell in love with newcomer Eddie Munson: the long-haired, guitar-wielding dungeon master of our dreams. Eddie was the clear favorite by a mile, followed by Steve Harrington and Will Byers (fun fact: they are actually the top three fictional TV characters on Tumblr for the entire year). We’d also like to give honorable mentions to Argyle, Chrissy Cunningham, and Vecna, all of whom have made for major topics of conversation. Dear Billy, we’re so sorry your brief appearance this season wasn’t enough for you to make that list.

And, with everything these characters have endured, season after season, their bonds have become stronger than ever. Steve Harrington is still everyone’s favorite dad (Hopper is a close second), and Tumblr has dubbed Robin and Steve platonic soulmates. This new chapter brought seasoned and budding friendships, romances, and of course, a whole lot of ships. You picked apart every interaction and every lingering gaze and came to the conclusion that Steve and Eddie totally should’ve been together. And then there are the ever-diligent Byler, Ronance, and Jopper shippers. We see you, too.

If all of this wasn’t enough to demonstrate the impact of Stranger Things 4 on Tumblr, then maybe this will: Stranger Things was the #1 thing on all of Tumblr this year. Yes, of all the tags used this year, the sci-fi hit reigned supreme. 

It basically turned Tumblr upside down.

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I love it and will die on this hill.

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My favorite trope, the goth & the bubblegum.

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Free Guy (2021) dir. Shawn Levy

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“hey ladies, it’s me, playboy steve harrington, everything’s gonna be just fine”

a true icon

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Love love love this oml! 😍

stepdad!eddie munson x innocent(ish)!obsessed!reader (in a different like ‘universe’ than innocent!reader x stepdad!obsessed!eddie munson kinda)–this is just an introduction to just stepdad!eddie in general.

CW: stepcest, angst, age gap (eddies in his thirties, reader’s 18 (or whatever age you are most comfy with)), carmechanic!eddie munson (not a CW but its okay hehe), crybaby!reader, hints of ddlg, reader calls eddie “daddy”, kinda obsessed!stepdad!eddie, kind of manipulative!reader, crying, kissing, talk of female!masturbation

this is stepdad!eddie munson x innocent(ish)!obsessed!crybaby!reader’s first ‘fight’ </33

note: i kinda dont like this but i really wanted to finish thissss enjoy ! :3

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to start, let’s talk about how stepdad!eddie spoils you.

you get everything and anything you want.

you don’t even have to ask, and eddie’s spoiling you constantly. he goes to the store on the way home from work and buys you some sort of stuffed animal to add to your insane collection.

he can’t help it!

you’re just so innocent and sweet and kind, and all he wants to do is make his baby happy.

anytime that sweet little voice of yours asked him for a favor, he would immediately comply.

however, he doesn’t know that late at night you grind your bare, aching pussy on those stuffies..whimpering his name into the night air as you cum, groping your tits and rubbing yourself furiously on the fabric until you squirt again and again on the soft material; imagining that it was your stepdad that was making you feel so good.

eddie had always thought you were innocent. always thought that you were a good girl; his good girl.

to be truthful, eddie was heavily attracted to you. the love and passion he should have for your mother, but instead had for you was sinful.

when you first walked around with your messy hair in the morning, teddy bear in your arms, eddie’s long t-shirt and your cute little pink or white panties on with nothing else, he knew he was screwed.

you would reach your arms up around his neck to hug him sleepily as he wrapped his arms around the small of your back, tattooed hands inching toward your clothed behind.

you knew he liked you. you could feel it.

the lingering stares and touches, the kisses on your neck and cheek, the times where he would joke around and tickle you–tickle parts that were most definitely too touchy and innapropriate for a stepdad to do to their stepdaughter.

he just loved you.

loved you so much, but he would never want to act on it; that would just make everything so very messy.

you were just so..soft and supple.

he was so different; long, messy hair, tatooed knuckles (and body), rings, a metal-head, and because he worked at the car shop, he always had oil and grease under his fingernails and on his hands when he came home in the evening every weekday..even a little on his face that he tried to wipe off with his skull bandana but it seemed to have smeared it a little more than clean it.

you, with your copious amounts of soft plushies (most that he gifted you and you would squeal about), flowy dresses, short skirts, sweet-smelling perfume..you were so different. so, so different. 

and that’s what he thought he liked most about you. that you both were opposites. and unbeknownst to him, you loved that too.

he loved watching you roller skate around the neighborhood as he worked on the hood of his car–watching you pop your pink bubblegum as you giggled when you stopped to pet a little puppy with its owner.

he knows he’s bad for this.

so, so bad.

he knows he’s a bad man. 

one night, he’s watching tv on the couch; legs and feet up on the coffee table as he smokes a cigarette.

when he sees you come around in your pink, cotton nighty (he’s wearing a white ‘wife beater’ with some oil and grease stains on it–along with some baggy jeans. his hair is in a very messy low bun, strands falling out of it and his combat boots with the shoelaces poorly tied.) –beige teddy bear in hand (to which you named biscuit) as you crawl into his lap. you’re on all fours on his seat cushion, hands out in front of you as you sit on your haunches. 

he smiles at you, rubbing your back with his left hand as he looks back at the tv, feeling your face close to his as he exhales the smoke away from you, but you scrunch your nose up.

so, you crawl further onto his lap, putting the cigarette out on the ashtry next to him as he scoffs lightly but a small smile is still there.

you look back at him, faces close as you both look at each other.

he narrows his eyes jokingly, “aren’t you supposed to be in bed?”

you bite your lower lip in faux contemplation, your head tilting as you look up.

“mm no.” you say, and he just rolls his eyes playfully.

“you’re mother wouldn’t like that, missy..”

you lay your head on his shoulder.

“don’ care. she’s not here,, an’ i didn’t see you all day, daddy.” you whisper, pouting softly as the tv illuminates your face in the dark room.

eddie’s eyes soften, clearing his throat because he always gets so damn flustered when you call him that.

he’s a bad man, he knows it.

but he will never stop you.

never stop you from doing what you truly want. 

he drags his fingers slowly across your cheekbone, bringing your head to his lips as he kisses your forehead before turning his attention back to the tv.

you’re still looking at him, fidgeting with his ringed fingers, your stuffed teddy bear pressed to your chest as you stay on his lap, his shoulder comfortable.

“daddy?..” you pause.

eddie looks at you. “what is it, baby?”

“d’you.. think ‘m pretty?”

he inhales sharply but slowly, clearing his throat and swallowing hard.

“uhm, yeah–yeah. you-you’re very pretty.”

you bat your lashes at him, innocence adorning your face. “really?”

“y-yeah, sweetheart.”

“pretty enough to kiss?” you ask, doe eyes glimmering with hope and the tv reflection. 

you move a bit closer to him. 

“uh, s-sure, yeah, baby.”

“so..you’d kiss me, daddy?”

eddie swallows again,he can feel himself drifting from a more practical mindset.

“sweetheart..” he lowly warns, his voice breathy.

“would you? thought you said i was a pretty girl.” your pout deepens.

“angel, y-you’re beautiful, but i– i can’t answer that,”

he can see your eyes brimming with tears.

oh no.

oh fuck.

when you cry, he can’t take it.

it’s like kryptonite. 

he’ll literally do anything you ask if tears begin to sprout from your lower lids.

“y-you think ‘m ugly, d-don’t you?” you cry, and he clicks his tongue, bringing you into his neck whispering quick little, “no, no, no, no,”‘s

you inhale him, smelling his natural musk and cologne, along with detergent and some strawberry shampoo. it’s addicting.

“shit.. you’re my most beautiful girl, baby.. so, so beautiful.” he kisses the top of your head, his hand scratching gently at your scalp.

you pull away from his grasp, looking into his eyes as he gingerly wipes the tears away from your cheeks.

“you really believe that?” you ask, sniffling, fingers tracing over his knuckle tattoos.

he nods, brows pushed together and his eyes soften.

“i really do.”

“so, you’d kiss me then?”

“baby–”

“would you?” he can hear your voice thicken again.

“i–y-yes. i would kiss you.”

you smile softly, bringing his hand up to your lips as you kiss the pads of his fingers gently, eyes still gazing into his as eddie chews on his bottom lip, shifting in his seat.

“baby–” he tries again, but his voice dies out quickly.

eddie exhales as you both lean closer, lips almost touching before he clenches his eyes shut, resting his head on your forehead. he brings his hand up again, pulling your head down to kiss your forehead and you feel yourself pout with a small huff.

“we can’t.” his voice sounds almost pained, tortured, even. 

however, you’re stubborn.

you’re having none of it.

you quickly stand up, pulling out of his grasp–whining out a, “you don’t love me!” before storming away and going up to your room

eddie’s grateful your mom is out of town.

“sweetheart!” he tries to call, following after you, cursing under his breath.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck–”

he catches up to you and grabs your arm in the hallway, turning you to him.

“thought you l-loved me!” you sob, and he can feel his heart breaking.

“i-i do, princess, ‘s jus’ that..well, your mother..”

“leave her!” you yell, eyes red and puffy as you sniffle.

eddie looks away for a second, sputtering for the right words before looking back at you. 

“honey, i-i can’t–”

and what you do next..he’s not expecting it, not at all.

you grab his hand, putting it between the apex of your thighs as he feels the damp cotton.

“–love you,” you cry softly, holding his hand there. “see how much, daddy? wan’ you an’ only you..”

“fuck,” he mutters, biting his bottom lip when he feels the outlines of your wet folds.

if eddie had kept his hand there one more second, he knew he would’ve taken you. 

would’ve brought you upstairs to your room and made love to you, but he took his hand away from you. 

you sob, yanking your arm away from him as you rush to your room, slamming the door shut just as he is about to make it.

he can hear your sobs through the door as he sighs, waiting a few moments before gently knocking with his knuckles.

“sweetheart? open up. please?” his voice is soft, and you almost give in.

“no!” you cry out, hiccuping.

eddie sighs, running his hand down his face.

“c’mon, baby. lemme in..i’ll cuddle you?” his voice is so gentle and it makes your head all fuzzy as you sniffle, rubbing your eyes with your fists before making your way to the door and unlocking it.

eddie opens it, seeing you run over to your bed and hug the teddy bear tight to your chest. 

he coos, taking his combat boots off and tugging the stuffed bear from you to see your face. 

you whine, rolling over on your tummy and crawling on all fours as you try to get to the other side of the bed before you feel eddie’s strong hands grip your hips pulling you towards him.

you cry, tears falling from your lashes like salty droplets of rain that cloud your vision. eddie turns you around, shushing you as you wrap your hands around his neck, and he follows; wrapping his arms around your back, pulling you closer to him as you sniffle in his neck as he rubs his hands along your back.

“w-why can’t you be with me?” you whimper, and eddie feels his heart crack. pulling your head out from the crook of his neck so you can look into his warm eyes, he takes a deep breath, pushing some of your hair behind your ear. he leans in, and you feel the breath in your chest hitch, eyes wide and stomach fluttering with butterflies.

he whispers, “don’t tell your mother..” before letting his lips slot over yours softly, heart pounding.

your first kiss!

the kiss is soft, your lips trailing over the other when you tilt your head. your kissing is a bit shy at first before your stepdad whispers a small, “relax, baby,” against your mouth, the rumble from his voice making your lips tingle more.

he leans down a bit, making you sit on your bed, his left arm extended out on the side of your body to hold himself up, his right hand holding your jaw as you both kiss, his tongue dragging against the seam of your lips as he crawls into your bed with you, soft whimpers escaping your mouth.

wet smacks and muffled noises are made between the both of you as you blush, eddie’s tongue slipping between your lips and into your mouth. you jolt a bit, and your face feels warm.

eddie laughs softly against your lips, sucking on your pout gently. “gotta relax, sweet girl. can’t kiss these pretty lips properly if your all jumpy..”

you whine, embarrassed and flustered–to which eddie finds adorable. “sorry, daddy..” 

he kisses your nose, then your cupids bow before returning sloppily to your lips.

you innocently stick your tongue in his mouth, feeling eddie smile gently at your inexperience. “slower, princess. drag your tongue across mine, m’okay? soft and slow.”

you nod, lips swollen and red, matching eddie’s as you pull him back in. your tongue drags slowly across his, massaging against it. it feels a little weird, but extremely good and stimulating. eddie tastes so so good..like cigarettes, beer, and mint; an odd combination, but it invites you in for more.

“good girl,” he sighs, savoring your lips on his. he has to ignore the painful ache presented between his legs. he doesn’t wanna scare you.

“mm’daddy,” you whine again, and you can feel his body press closer to yours, his lips sucking on yours as the kiss gets more desperate–almost possessive.

“baby,” he hums against your lips, suckling on your plump lower lip. “don’ want you to ever think i–mm’,” your lips press harder against his, hands fiddling with his hair as you whimper. he pulls you back with heavy pants between the two of you, his eyes melting into yours. he kisses your cheek. “d-don’t want you to think i don’t love you, sweet girl..i do–so, so much. fuck. jus’..princess, i never wanna stop kissing you. i love you so much–i don’t even know what to say, ‘m rambling..you got your daddy rambling ‘n shit like a fuckin’ nerd..” you blush a darker red, your ears tinted pink. eddie notices. god, you’re so cute, he thinks.

he feels lost in you. lost in your scent. in your touch. 

no, eddie, pull it together.

clearing his throat, he speaks. “..’s just that..in order for us to be.. ‘together’ i need to be with your mom..just for now. but in the near future, when the time is right, i wanna take you somewhere. leave. go—go to fuckin’ florida, i dunno…” he pecks your lips softly, and you giggle, pointer finger running gently over his top and bottom lip as you watch him speak. “..‘ll get you whatever you want. spoil you an–an, just you an i will be together, okay? but for now, we needa keep this a secret. have our playtime when your mom is away or when she’s asleep. y’know i love my little angel..” he pinches your waist jokingly, and you squeal. 

eddie smiles, lips connecting back onto yours before he murmurs a soft, “you understand, baby?” and you nod, whimpering a small, “yes, daddy,” hands weaving in his hair as you straddle his hips, his lips feeling so deliciously suffocating on you. your skin buzzes when he marks your neck. you feel like you can’t breathe but know you won’t be able to breathe without him kissing you–or at least it feels that way. 

his lips make your brain fuzzy and you can’t think much, other than his words..

he’s gonna take you far away.

he loves you.

alone with him.

forever n ever.

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You’re right. Not hugging is kind of our thing.

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word of the day: “woowoo”

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: Dancing in the rain

The rain was coming down heavy through the dark clouds as you waited for Eddie in his trailer. He had gone to get food for the two of you before the storm hit and now you were waiting anxiously for him to get home. You knew he would most likely be okay, but as he drives like a maniac you were worried he’d take a turn too fast and hydroplane into a tree or something.

You tried to relax, Eddie’s driven through worse, he’ll be okay, you tried to tell yourself.

You were halfway through an old Scooby-Doo rerun when you heard a knock on the door. Confused, you walked up and answered the door. Standing there, completely drenched, was your boyfriend with a large shit-eating grin on his face.

“Eddie! You’re soaked! Let’s get you-” You started but we’re cut off by Eddie pulling you out into the rain as he kissed you breathless. You squealed into the kiss as he held you to him and pulled you further out of the trailer. He then spun the two of you around as he smiled against your lips.

You broke the kiss, shooting Eddie a stern look as he held you tightly. “Eddie! What the hell!” You exclaimed, receiving a loud laugh from the man as the rain drenched your clothes.

“You wouldn’t have come out if I asked!” He stated, smiling wide as you mumbled a little “No shit.” under your breath, “So I just had to pull you out! Isn’t it like romantic and shit to kiss in the rain?” He asked with a little cock of his head and a pointed raise of his eyebrows.

You sighed with a playful roll of your eyes, you were already soaked so you might as well have fun with it. “Who knew Eddie Munson was so romantic?” You teased.

“Oh babe, I’ve got romance coming out of my ass! I’m romantic as shit!” He said with a beaming smile, relishing in your loud laugh. Fuck, he loved when you laughed because of him. He would do anything to hear that laugh.

As your laughter died down you watched as Eddie’s excited expression softened and you felt your heart flutter at the look of utter adoration on his face. “I love you sweetheart.” He said as he started to sway with you in his arms.

“I love you so much Eddie.” You gushed, pulling him down so you could crash your lips onto his. You melted into each other, smiling and giggling between excited kisses as Eddie continued to sway to some unknown tune.

He started humming into the kiss, making you pull away to laugh as you looked up at him. “Are you humming KISS?” You asked.

“I was made for loving you baby, you were made for loving me!” He sang loudly as he spun you both around, “This song’s about us babe.” He smiled.

“And I can't get enough of you, baby. Can you get enough of me?” You finished the chorus before planting another searing kiss to his lips.

“I can never get enough of you.” He said against your lips as the two of you continued to dance as the rain kept pouring down around you, completely lost in each other.

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