The Rings of Akhaten + The Devil's Chord (aka music saves worlds)

F**k it if I can't have him - S.H

Steve’s just never gotten over her, but how could he?

Steve Harrington x female!reader

A/n: friends to lovers

Warnings: 18+, strong language, kissing

Word count: 1.6k

Four years. Four years of crushing on her like a teenage boy. 

JUST PERFECT🩷🩷

Are You Together?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Request: Hi! Could I please request an Eddie x fem!reader where they are like best friends and they're like "all but dating." And maybe it takes place around the time when Dustin, Mike, and Lucas join Hellfire and after a couple of weeks, one of them finally asks if Eddie and reader are dating and Eddie gets all blushy because he's been in love with her since she joined Hellfire. And reader tells the boys that they're friends because Eddie rejected her when she asked him out and then Eddie is just like "WHAT?????"

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: little bit of fluff, friends to lovers, all but dating, some curse words

AN: This was an anonymous request! Sorry this took a minute to get to, but I hope you enjoy it!

absolutely A D O R A B L E ✨🩷

love him

Bang Chan ✧ Met Gala

…feEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN NO ONE ELSE CAN FEEL FOR YOU ONLY YOU CAN LET IT IN

Pokemon Heritage Post

@stcreators event 07: comedy

Play Pretend | Eddie Munson

Summary: To escape the likes of Jason Carver, the reader has to play a little game of pretend with Eddie Munson himself.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warning: sexual tension, swearing, some kissing, fake relationship

Type: Oneshot

Word Count: 4,647 words

It had been one hell of a day and it was only lunchtime. During first period, Jason Carver had gone to extreme lengths to pass a note across the room to Y/n L/n. It read something along the lines of ‘meet me by the lockers after class.”

In response to reading the note, Y/n turned her head to look over her shoulder. She immediately spotted were the basketball jock was seated near the back of the class. He sent her a sly smile and a wink.

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I LOVED IT OMG THIS IS EVERYTHING 🩷🩷🩷

Stranger Things 4 + Relatable Text Posts

A/N - i'm testing out multiple Eddie's for Princess!reader. there will be a Guard!Eddie as well, seeing which one we like best

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The men all stood in a line in front of you, all wearing the armor that they fought in as each name of the Knights were announced, one by one as they were called stepped up, taking off their helmet as they bowed to the King, to the queen, and you before going back in line

"Sir Francis Clarke" the presenter called out from the scroll.

the 7th man in the line took his helmet off before stepping up towards your father. then moving to your mother as she held her hand out for Francis to take, to which he did, placing a kiss to her hand before moving to you

you internally sighed as he looked at you briefly, bowing down and taking your hand in his, pressing a gentle, hasty kiss before going back to the line, every man had done this, barely kissing your hand with no eye contact.

there were much less men standing before you then you expected. when you were told the war was over and that the surviving knights would come over and present themselves, you expecting at least more than 30, but to have only 8 men standing there had shocked you. how could there only be that many men left?

as Francis went back to his place, keeping his helmet off, the announcer called to the last soldier. the one that stood tall and confident.

his armor was smudged with the dry blood of the fallen knights from the opposing kingdom, but his helmet remained polished, not a spec of dirt decorating the shiny silver as the presenter called his name

"Sir Edward Munson"

he lifted his hands before taking his helmet off, his long frizzy hair falling down to just reaching his shoulders, looking knotted as his fringe stuck to his forehead, probably from the sweat from being underneath the helmet.

as much as he looked tired, he seemed fine, his dark brown eyes wandering around and meeting yours as you stared at him, shifting in your throne.

he put the helmet between his armored arm and side as he stepped forward, bowing down to your father, moving to your mother, and then to you.

he knelt down, making it look easy in the heavy metal he was clothed in as he looked up at you gently, a small smile planted on his face as you brought your left hand up for him to take.

his gloved hand took yours, bringing it up to meet his plump lips as he gazed up at you, placing a lingering kiss to your knuckles, his mouth hovering over your hand as you looked down at him, blushing furiously.

he smiled, his dimpled seeming into his cheeks before letting your hand go and standing.

you hand was still raised as you admired him walk back to the line before your father began to speak

"we all thank you for your service to protect this Kingdom" he started.

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you stood in the ballroom, crowded by people of the upper class dancing with their partners to the music.

you smiled in content watching as the men all twirled their ladies in sinc.

you looked down and had a ran your hand down the skirt of your overly large ball gown, feeling the silk and lace against your fingers

you looked up noticing the tall figure of brown locks making his way toward you, his eyes furrowed but he had a smile smile on his face.

he was in a suit now, a white ruffled button on shirt underneath a aristocrat dark blue and silver vest with a beautiful tapestry design and black suit pants with dress shoes.

his long hair was tied up in a neat bun, seeming to be freshly washed and brushed from when you last saw him a few days prior.

he looked even more handsome as before, cleaner.

as he reached you, he smiled brightly, his dimples seeping into his cheeks again. making you look away before you could blush

he bowed, offering his hand, to which you gave, still not looking at him

he kissed your knuckles again, his soft lips lingering before letting go, his hot breath on your hand making your heart flutter before he let go, standing up straight.

"your highness, you look very...beautiful, tonight" he spoke carefully, wondering if he was allowed to say that

Eddie watched you as you looked away, the heat rising to your cheeks not going unnoticed by him as he admired you, ever since the other day he felt drawn to you.

he knew he couldn't, he mustn't, he was a knight, and you were the princess, heir to the throne, but he couldn't help but feel an overpowering need to protect you, cherish you, love you.

"thank you..." you bit your tongue, trying to suppress the smile making its way onto your lips.

as he stood beside you, he looked out to the crowd

"would you like to dance?" he asked, holding his hand out for you to take

you looked up at him and down to his hand before beaming

"I would love to" you took his hand, letting him lead you to the floor.

he looked into your eyes as he took a gentle hold of your waist, grinning when you lifted your hand to grab his shoulder.

he then raised your hands together and swayed you to the music.

he twirled you and spun you, lifted and guided you as you danced to the songs that echoed through the hall, a big smile on your face as you stared up at him in awe.

the more you danced, the messier his hair got, slowly falling out of the bun he had tied it up in, the loose strands of curly brown hair flowing as he spun you around.

his grip on you was so gentle you could barely tell he was touching you, but the way his rough calloused hands rubbed against yours made your heart pound in your chest, the cold silver rings on his fingers sending shivers down your spine.

everything he did, every move, every glance every word he spoke, made you swoon as he pulled you closer to his frame by your waist.

when the song came to an end, a slow melody bean to play, ringing in your ears as he looked at you carefully, slowly bringing you closer to him.

his hands softly snaked around your waist, drawing you in as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, leaning your head against his chest.

you tuned out the slow music as you listened to his heart beat.

you let yourself relax in his muscular arms as he moved you both back and forth, too in the moment to speak

you found yourself feeling too comfortable as he held you, your eyes had closed and your breathing had slowed. you were too vulnerable with him and you barely knew the guy.

you pulled away and looked up at him, clearing your throat, coming up with a reason to excuse yourself

"it is getting late, I should head off to get some slumber" you sighed.

you noticed the way his face fell when you excused yourself, but he smiled and let you leave, wishing you have a good night.

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"Your Highness" a deep voice said from beside you as you walked down the endless corridor.

you looked to your right to see one of the Knights, William by your side.

you mustn't've noticed him creeping up behind you as you wandered the halls.

but you did notice the cocky smirk on his face as he looked at you, the hairs on your arm stand, feeling unsettled under his gaze.

"Hello, Sir Bennet" you gulped, feeling his hand brush yours daringly

you swatted your hand away, subtly moving away from him to create space between the two of you, but space clearly wasn't something he understood, stepping closer, his arm pressing up against yours now, making you clear your throat and step away again, picking up your pace.

"you cannot follow me to bed, Bennet" you sighed, feeling overwhelmingly uncomfortable as he followed after you, not getting the hint

"oh? but I thought i deserve an award for my acts in the war" he said lowly, making your skin crawl, feeling sick from his twisted thoughts

"i beg your pardon" you stopped in your tracks, looking up at him with pure shock and disgust

"are you not going to give me anything worth while?" he asked selfishly

you took a deep breath before glaring at him

"i am not going to give you anything and suggest that i owe you what you think i owe you is absolutely disgusting and inappropriate and i would rather chew off my own foot than touch any part of you that you have to offer" you spat, wrapping your arms around yourself for some sort of protection, because at this time, there were no guards in this hallway.

"oh don't be like that, your Highness" he reached out, trying to touch your arm

"leave me alone or you will regret it" you moved away from him before he could touch you

"your Highness-"

"it sounded to me like she said to leave her alone" another voice called from behind you, making you turn around anxiously, only to see him

"Munson" William growled, seeming to be a warning

Edward looked over at you after glaring at William and frowned

"are you alright, your highness?" he stepped closer to you, feeling the need to protect you, and god did you want him to.

"I am now" you smiled gently as you stepped closer to him, the daggers William was sending the two of you not going unnoticed

Edward smiled back at you kindly, covering your frame with his own when you got near enough, letting him know you need him

"I would suggest you go now, Bennet, or would you like me to inform the King of your antics" he spoke deeply

Sir Bennet rolled his eyes and stormed off, shaking his head before Edward looked at you again, frowning

"are you alright, Your Highness?" he asked "did he hurt you?"

you shook your head in relief "no, no he did not, he might of though.."

he half smiled, gazing down at you softly

"well, you are lucky i came when i did then" he chuckled

you beamed at his words and nodded, looking down at the blue carpeted floor

"would you like me to walk you to your room just to be safe or...?" he questioned, his voice calm, soft, warm.

"yes please..." you mumbled, still looking down.

"well, lead the way, Princess" he grinned, letting you lead him.

you began to walk, keeping your pace slow, just so you could spend more time with this Knight.

"I must thank you, Edward" you began as he walked beside you, his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"please, your highness, call me Eddie" he chuckled, showing off his dimpled yet again

"Eddie, I really must thank you" you repeated

"whatever for?"

"who knows what he might of done had you not shown up, and I am in no shape to protect myself against a Knight" you replied, picking up the skirt of your gown as you led him up the stairs

"there is no need for you to thank me, I only did what i do best.. protect" he stated with a shrug

"is fighting not what you do best?" you questioned

"well.. if you think about it, your Highness, I fight to protect. and If i am good at one of them, it means I am good at the other, they connect, you see.." he informed with a confident smile

"well..Eddie, I think you make a great protector" you giggled softly, making him bow in amusement

"why thank you, your Highness, anything for you...r kingdom! anything for your kingdom.. gotta make sure they have a future queen to look up to!" he corrected himself before looking down sheepishly.

"oh, of course" you blushed

you looked over at him and smiled when he looked back at you, a pinky red hue making its way to his cheeks as you stare up at him for the millionth time tonight.

"you have got to stop looking at me like that, Your Highness" he broke eye contact as you both walked down another hall

"just call me Y/n.." you murmured, leading him to your bedroom door

he looked deep in thought for a second, tilting his head, scrunching his nose.

"goodnight, sweetheart" he smirked, slowly backing away from you.

internally, Eddie cursed at himself for being so stupid, calling the heir to the throne sweetheart? what got into him? but the look on your flushed face made it worth it.

your eyes widened in surprise, a furious blush painted on your cheeks, your hands intertwined with one another, your mouth slightly agape.

you were absolutely beautiful to him, but he knew it couldn't go any further than that.

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I like this a lot better than Stableboy!Eddie..

absolutely the sweetest fic EVER

this had NO BUSINESS BEING THIS CUTE stoooop

loved it so freaking much🩷🩷

𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡? | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

you finally work up the courage to kiss Eddie for the first time and he can’t cope (even if he claims he can). 2k words. requested here

cw fem!reserved/shy!reader, first kiss, heavy kissing, mutual pining, eddie being a hot dork

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Some people (Steve) call Eddie your loser boyfriend, while other people (the girls at work) call him the rockstar. 

You see both sides of him now. 

“Sweetheart!” he calls, the passenger seat window rolled down, his voice strong where he shouts behind the wheel. The van bumps the curve, leaving a sanguine line of rust in its wake and a creak to make everybody on the sidewalk wince. 

“Hello,” you call back. 

The van hums. You wait for him to be at a definite stop before you approach, hands on the open window, leaning up so as to see him best. It’s not just a usual date night tonight, Eddie’s taking you to Indianapolis for a rock show, and he’s dressed the part. “Woah, you look cool,” you say, bravely, wondering if that’s the right thing to say. It’s undoubtedly true —he’s slicked his curls with mousse to define them and leave them pitch black in accordance with his eyeshadow, dark and tapped into his lash line. The top he wears is incredibly tight, carving the softer lines of his abs for anyone to see, and his black jacket is ripped in places to expose the ink of his tattoos. “Are they multiplying?” 

“What?” he asks, grinning at you. “Are you getting in? It’s freezing!” 

“Your tattoos,” you explain, opening the door and popping up into the van with one shoe on the step. 

“Shit, you wanna see?” 

You’re not scared of Eddie, you just like him. He doesn’t worry you, doesn’t pressure you, nothing nefarious about him. He’s pretty, he’s considerate, and he does stuff like this, peeling out of his jacket to flex his arm at you and show you the Saran wrapping around his bicep. “Like that one?” he asks.

He has nice arms, and they’re all the better for his painful obsession. His newest one is difficult to see well under the wrapping. He notices you squinting and moves it up, tape pulling his skin. 

“Another bat?” you ask. 

“Not cool?” 

This is probably the most ADORABLE THING I’ve ever read tbh

this is a poem

i couldn’t not draw this

ok…!

babe are you okay, your reblogging the subway rat poem again

It’s been a long week