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light inside the darkness that it needs
Chapter Three of the hero who never ran
Title from The Last in Line by Dio
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That night, on the day I befriended him, Eddie Munson went home and cried. I didn't know about this until months later, but he went home and sobbed in silence for hours. He was three beers in when the crying slowed down, finally letting him breath normally. He had a friend, he had a friend. He never thought that he'd make another friend before he left Hawkins, he truly believed he was doomed to drive home alone with glares from other cars at red lights and spray-paint covering the front door of his and Wayne's new trailer. He hadn't felt so happy in months.
And then the doubt creeped in.
What if I came to my senses and changed my mind? What if someone managed to convince me that he was a murderer? What if eventually I realized he really is a freak? All thoughts that swirled around his mind as he frantically searched for a lighter, hoping to smoke some worries away.
Of course his concerns were ridiculous, but Eddie wouldn't know for sure for a while just how ridiculous he was to be so scared.
He laid in his bed for a while after smoking, curled up and holding a pillow close to him. It took him a while to fall asleep, he felt as though the second sleep finally caught him he had to wake up for school anyway. He didn't want to go, but he had skipped half the week anyway, and it was still only the first week. Besides, now he had something to look forward to at school, at least he hoped he truly did.
Sitting up from bed he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He had fallen asleep in yesterdays clothes, but he at least changed shirts so it wasn't obvious, an old Hellfire Club shirt in the closet making him stop for a moment. He couldn't wear it, of course, it would bring about a whole day of torture, but he missed the club of kids terribly. After the earthquake their parents had dragged them away to various other towns, some staying with family, some had moved away indefinitely. He couldn't even remember where everyone had run off to at this point. Shaking the thoughts from his head he grabbed a random t-shirt and grabbed his jacket and Dio vest before heading out. He stops before the front door to catch his breath and calm his nerves, a habit he had developed and did almost obsessively before leaving now, and opens the door to the trailer, speedwalking to his van and getting inside. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding and grips the steering wheel with white knuckles before starting the van and driving off to Hawkins High, Metallica's Master of Puppets playing on the radio. He turned it off; it was a good song, it made sense why it was still playing on radios months after the album originally came out, but it hurt to hear, it sent him back immediately to that day in the upside down, the day he almost died.
He pulls into the parking lot, still in silence, and takes another deep breath before finally gathering the nerve to get out of the van. There are groups of students still standing outside, some closer to the van giving it and its driver dirty looks. Said driver keeps his head down and walks past the students quickly, weaving between them so he can get to the door undetected. He hears a few comments, whispered questions about "how is that fucking freak allowed to be here?" or "I still can't believe he got away with what he did to Chrissy, fucking creep." He ignores them, or at least tries to, and pulls the front door to go to homeroom. He doesn't look up until he gets there, looking towards my empty desk. The lack of me makes him panic momentarily, and I guess saying 'boo' from behind him doesn't help. He swings around to meet my eyes and lets out a breath of relief.
"You're early today!"
"Yeah, yeah," he looks as if his heart is still racing, "got out of bed earlier, for once." We walk to our respective desks and sit. I look over and see Beverly looking at me, she looks concerned, but turns away back towards her friends once we make eye contact.
"So, you like Dio?" I gesture to the vest he's worn everyday so far.
"Oh, yeah, love 'em," he says back, his smile helping him look a bit more care-free than usual, "Do-do you?"
"Duh, what's your favorite song? Mines The Last in Line."
"Caught in the Middle, definitely that one, but every song is awesome."
"Right!?" The bell rings, alerting that homerooms usual announcements are starting, so we unfortunately have to pause our conversation about our great taste in music, but I can see Eddie in the corner of my eye, looking up and looking serene. His leg bounces, as it always does, but it doesn't seem as worrisome and fidgety as it did the day before, or even 5 minutes ago.
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im sitting here alone in darkness waiting to be free
Chapter Two of the hero who never ran
Title from Solitude by Candlemass
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It was a few days before I saw Eddie again. After that first day he didn't come to school again all week, I didn't even see him around the halls after class that day. It was a shock to see him walk into Mr. Daniels classroom again that Thursday, eyes focused downwards, but unable to hide the bags beneath them. His long brown curls looked untamed today, as if he had just rolled out of bed for the first time since Monday, and he was missing the rings I had noticed before too. He was on time today, with other desks to chose from, but he glanced around and still chose the one right next to mine. I glanced over once he slumped into the chair.
"Hey, long time no see." He looked over and offered a solemn, closed-mouth smile back; now that he was closer I could see how bloodshot his eyes were, but I couldn't decipher if they were so red from lack of sleep or from some hidden emotion he spent the past few days crying out. "Are you okay?" I asked him quietly, hoping my sincerity was clear and that he didn't think I was being nosy or too pushy.
"Yeah... yeah I'm good, I'm fine," he mumbled back, putting his elbow up on the desk and leaning his cheek into it. He softly closed his eyes, and I decided not to push any further; I barely knew this kid, clearly he didn't want me meddling. I sat through the rest of class barely paying attention, letting my mind wander to the probably-half-asleep boy next to me, until the bell rung, making him jump a little. He grabbed his bag and left the classroom before I got the chance to talk to him again, but I wasn't quite sure what I would have said anyway.
Gathering books from my locker for my next class, I felt eyes on me before seeing someone approach my locker through my peripherals. Her name was Beverly, I recognized her from Mr. Daniels class, she usually sat in the back corner with a few other girls with similar perms and pink lip gloss.
"Hey, Evelyn, right?" Her voice is hushed, as if we're in the middle of a funeral. I can see her group of friends behind her whispering, trying and failing at hiding their glances over to us.
"It's Evyn, but yeah."
"Hey, I just wanted to warn you about that Eddie kid. I know you're, like, new, so theres totally no way you'd know, but he's kinda bad news," she looks around as if telling me this puts a hit on her, as if the FBI themselves are going to jump out of one of these lockers and take us both away.
"Bad news? How so?" I feel my heart rate pick up a bit at the adrenaline of finally, maybe finding out why everyone side-eyes Eddie at all times here.
"Well, last year a couple students here died, super crazy Satanic ritual type-shit; he was, like, suspect number one, and then the earthquake hit and the cops just, like, forgot about it. But, like, we all know he did it, I mean, Chrissy was literally found in his trailer." Her voice cracks at the mention of this Chrissy; I'm assuming they were friends.
"Ah, Satanist, noted," I raise my eyebrows sarcastically, always having been terrible at keeping a pokerface. Still, the confession worries me, and if the whole town thinks Eddie was sacrificing high schoolers to Satan that explains all the stares and hesitation, but her story still doesn't add up all the way. "Well, thanks for letting me know, I guess."
"I'm serious, look nothings happened since the earthquake and everything, but just, like, be careful, okay?" She glances again before going back to her friends. I watch her walk away before blinking the confusion from my brain, shutting my locker, and going to class. I try to focus in my math class, and then my history class, but my mind keeps going back to Eddie and what Beverly told me. I can't help but feel like theres another layer to the story, like theres a missing piece that Hawkins doesn't know about Eddie. I keep an eye out for him as I leave class to head to lunch, and just barely see a head of brown curls going out the big double doors that lead to the football field. At the risk of being a total creep, I sneak that way too, seeing the boy sit at a picnic table on the other side of the field, his knee bouncing beneath it. As I near him a twig breaks beneath my foot, causing him to spin around so fast I think he's going to fall right off the bench. He doesn't but his heart is clearly racing and it takes him a moment to catch his breath.
"Sorry," I mumble awkwardly.
"S'fine," he mumbles back, sounding forced. I walk over to sit across from him at the bench, hesitating before I sit down, "is it okay if I join you? I saw you come out here, and I don't really have any friends here to eat lunch with." He looks at me, almost shocked, before nodding a bit. I sit and open my lunchbox, taking out some chips. I notice he has a paper bag in front of him, but he hasn't opening it or taken anything out yet. We sit in silence for some time, before he inhales and looks up at me a bit.
"I saw Beverly talk to you, uh, at your locker? It was about me, right? She was warning you?" He asks quietly, immediately averting his gaze again. My heart speeds up again as I worry that my gut feeling about Eddie was wrong, that I'm the stupidest horror movie character ever for following a possible Satanist serial killer into the woods where we're completely alone. I nod at him a bit, humming a quick 'mhm' when I realize he isn't looking at me to see me nod. "It isn't true, I know everyone accused of murder says that shit, but I really didn't do anything. I get it if you don't believe me, but please just let me be if you don't," his voice is barely above a whisper, he looks on the verge of tears again, "I'm just trying to finally graduate and get out of Hawkins, I don't need another person spray painting my van or giving me dirty looks or yelling things at me, just, please; once graduation comes I'll be out of everyones hair and as far from Hawkins as I can fucking get." I let his words sit for a moment, allowing the sincerity of it to hang in the air.
"I believe you," I finally say, causing him to look up at me again, tears threatening to spill over still in his eyes.
"You do?"
"Yeah, look, no offense, you have the whole 'cool, rocker guy' look, but you don't seem like a killer, especially not one sacrificing kids to fucking Satan," he almost chuckles at that, and lets himself give me a small, but genuine, smile.
"Thanks... but, still, hanging around me will make them all treat you like that, like a freak."
I shrug, "oh well, I don't plan on being here long after graduation either, we can be freaks together until then." Again, he looks up and looks shocked.
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why would you do this to yourself? Seriously, its okay to leave, I can stop sitting next to you in Mr. Daniels class and we can act like we never met. Trust me, you don't want the freak reputation in this town, it was bad before but bearable, but after Chrissy," his voice cracks mentioning her name too, just like Beverly's earlier, "and everything else, it just got worse. Plus the whole, uh, earthquake drove the few people that knew the truth out too."
"You just seem like you could use a friend. Besides, who cares what these people think about me, I'll never see any of them again after this year," I look at him with concern, "I think most of these people would think I'm a freak regardless of associating with you eventually, anyway." I offer him a sympathetic smile.
"Okay, well, in that case, thanks," he returns the sympathetic smile, and as I continue to eat my lunch I think about how I have more questions than I do answers.
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never-ending maze, drift on numbered days, now your life is out of season
Chapter One of the hero who never ran
Title from Master of Puppets by Metallica
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First day.
My alarm blares in my ear, brutally waking me up from my blissful sleep and reminding me it was my first day at another new school, another attempt at senior year. Its only my second attempt, but an extra year of high school is one too many. I know I'll make it to graduation this time, though; theres no fucking way I'm letting myself get pulled from another town just before the year is up, absolutely no way I'm making myself do another school year, another senior year as the new girl. Especially as the new girl that already hasn't passed her senior year.
Dragging myself from the warm embrace of my blankets and pillows, I get dressed and brush my teeth, taking a moment to analyze myself in the mirror afterwards and making an attempt to fix my hair, which really just meant tugging at it and half-teasing it with my hands, before grabbing my bag and bike and heading off to Hawkins High School. I weave through the parking lot of teenagers and their parents' cars on my way to the bike rack near the front doors, parking the bike and hopping off before walking into the big double doors to my homeroom.
My homeroom is with Mr. Daniels, who seems friendly enough, which is good since he's also my first block English teacher; it would suck if I spend almost an hour every morning with a teacher that turned out to be shit.
"Hatfield? Evelyn Hatfield?" he questions when I walk in, looking up from his class roster.
I nod, "just Evyn."
"Alright, 'just Evyn,' there you are," he quips back, handing me another copy of my class schedule, just in case I lost my original one from orientation only a week ago, and a copy of the syllabus for his class. I grin a thanks at him before finding an empty seat on the far left side of a middle row of desks. My seat is next to a window, which I stare out of until the first bell of the day rings, telling students that if they aren't already in their homerooms they'd better run and ask for forgiveness for their tardiness. But the student that walks in a moment later doesn't run or beg for forgiveness, he simply quietly walks up to Mr. Daniels, who doesn't appear surprised or amused.
"Munson, welcome back, maybe try to work on being a little more on time this year, alright?" The kid, 'Munson', offers him a sheepish grin and nods, grabbing his schedule and syllabus from Mr. Daniels before scanning the room for a seat. The only open one at this point is the desk to my right, so he makes his way there before slumping low in the seat and setting his papers and bags on the desk. His leg bounces slightly as he scans the room, and I notice that most of the classmates around us glance at him, almost nervously. His gaze meets mine. I offer him a slight grin, but he looks down at the ground and turns his head back forward, facing the front as the morning announcements and pledge start over the speaker. The principals voice drowns on with first day remarks for a while, but I zone out again until the bell rings for first class. I watch as everyone else gets up to go to theirs besides myself and 'Munson.'
I bite the bullet, "you have him for homeroom and first block too?" I lean towards the long haired brunette and ask. He looks my way, almost alarmed, before nodding a bit.
"I had him last year too... and the year before that, I'm used to sitting around in his room all morning at this point."
"This is your third senior year?"
"Yeah," he seems uncomfortable with the fact, embarrassed almost, looking away and chewing on his short thumb nail.
"It's my second," I admit. I'm not sure why I do, I had no intention of telling anyone my dirty little almost-dropped-out secret, but he looks relieved when I tell him I failed senior year too so I don't immediately regret it.
"Another failure!" he smiles slightly, before visibly, mentally face-palming for the comment. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, you're not a failu-"
"Hey, its okay," I interrupt the stumbling before it gets too unbearable, "it was funny, Munson." He lets out a sigh of relief and lets himself smile a bit again.
He sticks his hand towards me, "Its Eddie, by the way, Eddie Munson." I shake his hand, noticing that its adorned with a thick, silver ring on almost every finger.
"Evyn Hatfield."
"Hetfield? Like James Hetfield?"
"Close," I laugh a bit, "Hatfield, unfortunately I'm not cool enough to be the heir of Metallica."
He laughs too, I decide I like seeing him laugh and smile much better than the anxious way he watched the room minutes before. "But you are cool enough to know who they are." I notice our hands are still touching, I let go and push some hair behind my ear and quip a quick 'duh' at him before turning towards Mr. Daniels again, who's beginning his introduction to a suddenly full room of a newer group of Hawkins High seniors, all of whom are glancing at Eddie just like the first group, as if he's a bomb that'll go off at any second, taking down everything in his path. I notice a few girls giving me a similar look, as if his explosiveness is contagious and I caught it via extended handshake. I stop listening to Mr. Daniels and begin to wonder what Eddie Munson could have done to deserve those stares.
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Imagine, when Eddie first got his van, that he converted the back of it into a makeshift bedroom. A secondhand mattress which REALLY needed to be thrown away, some water bottles and blankets, snacks, spare clothes, and he spent most of his time in the back of his van. Only going into Wayne’s trailer when he needed to have a shower. The two aren’t quite used to each other yet and Eddie is trying to make as little of his presence in his Uncle’s trailer as he can.
One night, Eddie thinks Wayne is out working at the plant, so he darts in to the trailer, showers, and then goes back into his van. While he was showering, a most definitely not at work Wayne opens up the back of the van, curious about what his nephew is always in there doing.
The truth slams into Wayne, makes him feel like he’s gonna choke. The Munson men are much more perceptive than people give them credit for, so he gets it instantly.
“Oh, kid,” Wayne sighs, shutting the back of the van and lighting up a cigarette. “Thought I showed you better.”
When Eddie comes out of the trailer, Wayne steps out from the side of the van and Eddie’s face pales.
The two men stare each other down, both know that the other knows. Both waiting to see whose gonna speak up first.
In the end, it’s Wayne. Stepping up for Eddie again.
“What’re you doing? Get back inside, it’s - “
Eddie shakes his head, feigning a casual attitude. But Wayne sees the trembling hands. The tight jaw and set shoulders.
If words won’t do it - and Wayne isn’t a man of many - then actions will. He opens the van, grabs Eddie’s stuff, and walks back into the trailer, goes down the hall into his old bedroom, and dumps the blankets on the bed. Eddie’s hot on his heels.
“Wayne, wha -“
“This bedroom is yours, Eddie. This trailer’s your home, you hear?”
“But - “
Wayne shakes his head, leaves Eddie to sort the blankets out while he continues to empty the back of Eddie’s van of things which should be inside his bedroom. Sees a pile of posters, all carefully rolled. Grabs them, stomps through to the living room, finds scissors and tape.
“Space don’t feel like yours, huh? So make it.” Wayne unravels one poster - Metallica. He eyes the red background against the white graves and the band logo splayed across the top. “Reckon this would be good over the bed. What do you think, son?”
A very quiet, quickly muffled sob pulls out of Eddie’s throat and Wayne’s gruff exterior softens. He puts everything down, clasps a hand over Eddie’s shoulder.
“Thought you’d figured it out by now, Eddie. You’re my boy an’ I swore to take care of you after m’piece o’shit brother tried to do you in. I took you in to live with me, not outside in a van.”
And if Eddie threw himself at his uncle in a hug and cried into the red and blue plaid shirt for so long that it made Wayne late to work? And if Wayne hugged Eddie back just as tightly and let him cry? And if the two men fully broke the ice between them that night and from that point on were closely bonded? Well, that was for the two of them in their home.
That night, Eddie swore he’d finally graduate. Not to prove his old man wrong, not to get his own back on the town which wrote him off before he’d ever even gotten started, but to make his Uncle Wayne proud, because he’d shown up for Eddie consistently ever since he took him in, and Eddie wanted to do the same for his uncle, who was more of a dad to him than the piece of shit rotting in prison.
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previously called red, red desert <3 eddie munson hnggg makes me wanna write again here ya go, rushed to friendship between them so i can get a nice torturous slowburn friends-lovers w some hurt/comfort mwahaha plz enjoy i will love u endlessly if u do
the hero who never ran (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/318971314-the-hero-who-never-ran?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=iwriteiwramble&wp_originator=GfHGq67xFBeX%2BcqeUvr8yHZ1EuAS6Hfb3xdDaRRR4I5twdQ87urvtqX4bsTLkwU8G75apM0OsmJlXJs%2FX7sY7MHjhf7jDGy%2FZzgXfFS%2BFOV%2F8%2F4LxzW7MeLkNWfXFKdV Won't you leave all your fears at the end of the world? Eddie Munson is struggling with the trauma of literally saving the fucking world, complete with the addition of Hawkins still being wary around the boy despite his innocence. What happens when a new student comes to Hawkins and tries to befriend the somber metal-head?
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the cover is awful i swear ill make a better one when i have time but here
yeah yeah yeah im a basic ass bitch and a whore for eddie munson. thanks edward for making me wanna write again, hopefully i keep up w this long enough to get to the hurt/comfort i wanna write xoxo
red, red desert - the demons we’re running from, they’re begging to stay (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1257344472-red-red-desert-the-demons-we%27re-running-from?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=iwriteiwramble&wp_originator=P0FP6BV3Ed3UOjd%2BpJU1oHYIT0EZ00VIf0AE0N903vfJh4KGSZVIfvWbYVW9SQHyjwH2Fn1yljohiNER8Cg6ev7KHLaNpoBMA%2FlXHI4MO%2B1CTBOVwv60CHBcupp1WYTR Evyn didn’t know much about Eddie Munson, but she knew something changed about him when this mysterious earthquake hit Hawkins a few months back, before she moved to the dwindling town. Evyn were determined to find out who Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson was.
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pst i started writing again, this time about edward munsonward my beloved. let me know what yall think maybe ill try to write more consistently again bc lowkey i miss it; mayhaps send requests if y’all want if i do hypothetically start writing more again <3
Eddie Munson Song Imagines - Haunted (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1250498230-eddie-munson-song-imagines-haunted?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=iwriteiwramble&wp_originator=s8PcU6eebL6tEi0YLPdMWGV%2BMgsFpT96JhHPV%2FR20f38L1X03nvzWiBcrsWJ4w2jOChVwM1TuH2xqPdNjXERIGA9%2B%2BPAaA2NzdVWW7nC57h0osItg6bVZguBo9DSkhJ5 Eddie Munson x Reader imagines, inspired by songs I hear and decide I want to write Eddie to.
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Y/N POV
You come home after a long day at work HORNY as FUCK. You find your boyf Connor Murphy, hot and scrawny emo man. You find the man, the tall noodle, and you smooch him. Very loud and sloppy. He fucks you very good. You are now less horny.
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okay so I see a lot of reddie soulmate fanfics (all of which are *chefs kiss*) BUT I wanna see a reddie soulmate fic where (maybe) they aren’t soulmates, I’m thinking based off of the movie Timer (2009) HEAR ME OUT
so the whole thing with the wrist countdown timer thing is that it’s meant to count down to the day when said person is meant to meet their soulmate
HERE WE GO- eddie is a sweet lil uptight orthodontist who has had a blank timer since age 14 (the timer is blank until your soulmate gets theirs implanted which can be WHENEVER OR EVEN NEVER)
he’s a neurotic lil angel in search of true love, & brings his timerless bf’s to get their timer in order to see if they’re meant to be together, and when they’re not they break up
eddie lives with BEV who is his step sister (and best friend) they got their timers together at age 14 & funny enough her timer is also fucked up (15 years until she meets her soulmate) bev kinda does what she wants and dates whoever she wants in spite of her fucked up situation & she encourages eddie to do the same and let go a little as he is too focused on finding his soulmate
eddie eventually meets RICHIE who works in the local grocery store by his house & is a wannabe musician (original I KNOW), instant connection YALL
richie already has a timer and only has a few months to go until he meets his soulmate, so eddie takes bev’s advice and kinda starts sorta casually dating richie (sleeping with lmao) bc he knows in a few months it’ll be done when richie meets his soulmate
spoiler alert they start falling for each other & eddie tries to end things bc it’s getting too serious SO richie reveals that his timer is FAKE (he bought it on amazon to pick up babes, kinda like a fake wedding ring LMAO)
eddie is MAD bc this means maybe they could actually be soulmates bc richie hasn’t had a timer implanted yet
so eddie is doing his thing where he tries to make his bf get a timer to see if they actually are soulmates but richard is like NO i wont get it bc he doesn’t care about the results, he wants to love someone bc he actually loves them, NOT bc a timer told him he has to
at first eddie is like mm nope not having it, you have to get a timer or i can’t be with you, BUT after a lil time with angel bev they decide that the concept of the timer actually sucks and has proven to sometimes fuck up, they go together to get it removed (once it’s out u can never get another one)
AND FINALLY (im foggy on the in between details bc i changed the ending) reddie gets together for real and says fuck timers and soulmates, and along the way (maybe it’s 15 years, maybe it’s not) bev meets ben & falls in love WOW
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hear me out: i keep putting off all my requests and write a good ass long ass empire records inspired loser club fic bc i just rewatched it and remembered how much i love that movie
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IT PROMPTS
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making a request for writing can be difficult when you don’t have an idea of what you want, but you do know the person . LET ME HELP YOU!💫
Choose numbers you’d like to see in your request and send them in followed with your request !!
REQUEST HERE… (-)
MASTERLIST… (-)
1✲ “You’re even prettier up close”
2✲ “And the weird thing is, is that I can’t imagine you not in my life anymore”
3✲ “No offense, but I really want to kiss you right now”
4✲ “Is this a weird time to ask you to dance?”
5✲ “You’re my dream girl/guy”
6✲ “I want to grow old with you”
7✲ “I’ve been dying to get your number since I laid eyes on you”
8✲ “What’s a doll like you doing here?”
9✲ “I’m not one for flirting, but damn, you make it hard not to”
10✲ “All I can think about right now is kissing you”
11✲ “Take a picture; It’ll last longer”
12✲ “Time seems to slow down when you’re around”
13✲ And in that moment, all he saw was you
14✲ “You look prettier and prettier as the days go by”
15✲ “You make being attractive look easy”
16✲ “My mom would love you”
17✲ “May I have this dance?”
18✲ “I’m coming in and you can’t stop me”
19✲ “I love you, I always have”
20✲ “Jealousy makes people do stupid things”
21✲ “Hate to pull a Trashmouth, but your butt looks good in this pants”
22✲ “You’re my first kiss, actually”
23✲ “How is your hair always so perfect”
24✲ “Lookin like a snack, are we now?”
25✲ “I’m really gonna love introducing you”
26✲ And just like that, he was hooked
27✲ “You deserve a million hugs”
28✲ “I’m baking you cookies and you can’t stop me”
29✲ “My dearest”
30✲ “hold me and never let go”
31✲ “Promise?” “Promise.”
32✲ “A promise is a promise right?”
33✲ “I find myself subconsciously wishing I run into you in the halls”
34✲ “I’ve dreamed of having moments like this.”
35✲ “Can I kiss you?”
36✲ “You may feel like just another girl/boy, but to me you’re the moon, the sun, and all the stars”
37✲ “I feel invincible when I’m with you”
38✲ “Is it bad I’m this comfortable around you?”
39✲ “The sun must envy you”
40✲ “Careful, your ego is showing”
41✲ “We don’t need music to dance!”
42✲ “You make things less scary”
43✲ “You’re my impulse control”
44✲ “Let’s take a roadtrip!”
45✲ “Tell me you’ll always love me, and i can die a happy man/woman”
44✲ “I can’t control myself around you”
45✲ “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before”
46✲ “I want to take you out”
47✲ “Please be mine.”
48✲ “You’re my muse”
49✲ “Kiss me if i’m wrong but penguins can fly, right?”
50✲ “You’re too pretty to be sad”
51✲ “Kisses are the best medicine”
52✲ “Letting you go to sleep upset isn’t an option”
53✲ “Can we at least talk about what happened last night?”
54✲ “I meant everything that I said last night”
55✲ “I know you like me”
56✲ “I love every little detail”
57✲ “I didn’t think someone could be so stunning”
58✲ “You know you want me”
59✲ “Your voice is everything to me”
60✲ “STOP TURNING ME ON!”
61✲ “Do me a favor and stop being so cute”
62✲ “In an ideal world, I’m dating you”
63✲ “Your lips are super chapped”
64✲ “Why are your cheeks so red all of a sudden?”
65✲ “I hate that I love you”
66✲ “C’mere”
67✲ “You’re driving me insane looking like that”
68✲ “I just want to kiss you”
69✲ “What has gotten into you?”
70✲ “Why so clingy all of a sudden?”
71✲ “I can’t concentrate when you’re lookin’ like that”
72✲ “I’m just a bit protective, that’s all”
73✲ “Looks like we’re stuck here awhile”
{More coming soon}
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If everyone is known for something on this community
what the hell am i known for.
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^^^(that’s my main I meant to rb here oops)
SEND ME A SHIP and I’ll tell you:
Who said “I love you” first
Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background
Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror
Who buys the other cheesy gifts
Who initiated the first kiss
Who kisses the other awake in the morning
Who starts tickle fights
Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower
Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch
Who was nervous and shy on the first date
Who kills/takes out the spiders
Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk
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here’s your annual reminder that wake me up when september ends jokes aren’t funny & you should respect billie & not make them k thanks bye
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