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I felt in the depths of my heart certain that our desires would be granted...I was absolutely confident in the mercy of Jesus.
St. Therese of Lisieux, Story of a Soul: The Autobiography of St. Therese of Lisieux
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8 Days of Alleluias: Celebrating the Easter Octave
For Catholics, the joy of Easter Sunday is so immense that it cannot be contained to a single day. In fact, the Church celebrates the Resurrection of Jesus Christ for eight full days, culminating in the feast of Divine Mercy Sunday. This eight-day period is known as the Easter Octave, and it is a time of profound grace and spiritual renewal.
Renew your Baptismal Vows
The concept of an octave…
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NaPoWriMo #5: A poem inspired by a specific public-domain nature book
In this case, the section about the infinite variety of microorganisms.
Song of the Microorganisms
Praise the Lord, all you single-celled creatures!
You bacteria and algae
You diatoms and fungi
Praise Him who brings you sun and sugars to feast upon
Who makes waters and thermal vents for your homes
He whose majesty is infinite
Crafts and cares for creatures infinitely small
Ever-generating life, the unseen throng
Praise Him in endless, invisible song
#napowrimo 2024#poetry#catholic things#more of a concept than a poem perhaps#this is what happens when you've been reading the praise psalms through all the morning prayers of the easter octave
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2023 APRIL 14 Easter Friday
"[...]
From the death of sin set free,
Souls reborn, dear Lord, in thee.
Hymns of glory, songs of praise,
Father, unto thee we raise;
Risen Lord, all praise to thee,
Ever with the Spirit be.
Amen. Alleluia."
~ Latin Liturgy, Hymn for Vespers of the Easter Octave: Ad coenam agni providi (trans. Robert Bridges)
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Bucky is supposed to be training for an upcoming mission, but you decide to go to the Avengers Compound to distract him and he has a different mission on his mind🥵🤤❤️🔥
Not Until I Say So
PAIRINGS: James "Bucky" Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader
WARNINGS: Degrading (Calling reader a 'slut'), spanking, roughhousing, edging, p in v, unprotected sex (my dears, please wrap your man's sausage before you go riding), Oral sex (f receiving), squirting. (If I've missed anything, please feel free to let me know 😊)
WORD COUNT: 1,277
*not proof-read*
ENJOY!
You can hear the grunts before you can see the man creating them.
The compound isn’t as busy than usual; you think it’s because of the week-long Easter break Tony put into action.
But that isn’t your worry now; your main focus is to visit your man.
Pushing open the doors of the gym, you see Bucky bench pressing at least 450 pounds. You don’t want to interrupt him, so you sit patiently on the bench next to him and the machine. When he does finish, he lets out a huff, and it makes your knees go a little weak.
“Hey, babe,” you smile sweetly and walk over to him.
He turns at the sound of your voice, and the frown on his face vanishes, replaced by an upside-down smile. “Doll,” he smiles, but then makes a motion for you to not hug him, “I’m all drenched in sweat, sugar. After a shower, yeah?”
You slightly pout, “I don’t mind the sweat.” Bucky chuckles and raises a brow at you, “yeah?”
You nod and smooth out the crinkles of your skirt.
The skirt you purposefully picked to wear today.
You were, according to Bucky’s words, a ‘good girl’.
You wanted to do something that was so out of the ordinary that it would make Bucky go speechless.
Little did he know, you were going commando.
“Oh, I brought you a lil’ something,” you turn and face your back to him. Smirking, you bend over as slowly as you can and reach for your purse.
You look through it and pretend as if you can’t find the object you had in mind, “I swear it was right here.” Your heart beats faster when you hear Bucky let out a low growl.
“What do we have here, doll,” you can feel him walk behind you. Before you can get a word in or even move, Bucky’s hands are on your hips, locking you in place.
You gasp as you feel his hips make contact with your bare ass.
You slightly shudder at the feeling of his hard-on grinding against your slit.
“Bucky,” you whisper.
You boyfriend chuckles, “what is it, doll?” He caresses the back of your thighs, “You’re the one who came in here, bringing in this surprise with you.”
You nod, unable to speak as you feel your cunt grow wetter with his grinding.
“Is this what my good girl does, sugar?” He tut’s his tongue and completely lets go of you. You stand straighter in confusion and turn back to face him.
You’re met with his smirk and hungry stare. “Showers. Two minutes,” is all he says to you before turning and heading in that direction.
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It’s been five minutes.
You’re really pushing it.
You push open the door to the showers, and your immediately being pushed up against the door.
“Lemme show you how bad you been today, princess,” he whispers against your ear, before turning you around and shoving you up the door. “First, no underwear and then making me wait. Oh, you’ve been bad,” he drops an octave when he says the finishing word.
“Sweater. Off. Now,” he growls, still fully clothed. You quickly take off your sweater and toss it somewhere before you place your palms flat on the door and shimmy your ass out to him.
“Fuck me, doll,” he growls and grabs your hips, then he flips up your skirt. “Such a lil’ slut, just begging to be fucked,” he drags his clothed, hard, cock up and down your opening.
You moan at the feeling of him nearly protruding your entrance, you reach for the hem of your skirt, wanting to take it off.
But Bucky slaps your arm away. “Oh no, princess. Skirt stays on,” he smacks your ass playfully before grabbing a handful and jiggling it hard.
You whine at the feeling, your pussy growing needier and needier as seconds go by.
“Bucky, baby, please. I need you,” you whisper, cheek flush against the wooden door.
Bucky chuckles at your neediness, before getting on his knees.
You hear his knees hit the tiled floor, and your eyes light up in anticipation.
“Spread ‘em wider for me, princess,” Bucky whispers against your ass. You shift your ankles so you’re bent and spread wider for him.
You don’t see it, but Bucky looks at you like you’re a three-course meal. His hungry stare would burn you if it could.
Bucky smacks and grabs your ass before shoving his face between your thighs and licking a thick stripe up your slit.
You jaw drops and your mouth forms an ‘O’ shape as you moan loudly as the feeling of his thick tongue. Soon he swirls his tongue over your little button, making your legs quake at the sensation.
You hear his lewd licks, and moan softly as you feel the vibrations of his groans through your cunt. “God, Bucky don’t stop please,” you whine and push your ass back, pressing it further onto his face.
Bucky starts kitten licking at your entrance, you voice grows higher and higher. “Fuck, Buck! I’m going to come,” you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel your orgasm start to approach. And just as it was about to wash over you, Bucky pulls away.
He spits at your cunt and wipes it all over with his finger. “Oh no, doll. You’re coming on my cock, not on my tongue. That is, if I let you,” he says lowly before standing back up.
“Gotta teach my doll on how to behave, since she’s not really good at following instructions. Isn’t that right, slut?” You shouldn’t be turned on by the way he degrades you, but you really can’t help the way you moan loudly at his words.
Bucky unbuttons and unzips his trousers before shoving them down to his thighs. “Oh you like that, don’t you? You like it when I call you a slut, huh?” Bucky lines himself with your entrance, and just slams in.
You wail, and hit the door with your fist. Your pain is mixed with pleasure, and you swear to the heavens it’s the best feeling you ever felt, “Jesus, Bucky. Yes!” Bucky starts thrusting into you like an animal, whispering dirty things into your ear.
Which each sentence, your closer and closer to your high. “Fuck! Gripping me like a vice, doll,” he brings his hand down on your ass, a red welt marking its place. You whine at the sensation the burn mixing in well with your euphoria.
Suddenly Bucky stops, and you think you just might cry. “No. Bucky, please. I-,” you beg, you need the release. Bucky chuckles and shakes his head, “like I said, doll. You don’t come, until I say so.”
He keeps his word.
You think he edges you for hours, you beg and beg until your voice is horse from all the moaning and whining.
Soon, you're flush with how pent-up you are.
And finally, Bucky tells you to let go.
“Go ahead, princess. Come f’me,” he growls against the nape of your neck.
And you let the orgasm wash over you so hard, you make a mess everywhere.
On Bucky’s clothes, on your skirt, even the floor.
You’re high takes you so far, that you start seeing black.
But before you can go, Bucky’s already holding on to you.
“Right here, doll. M’right here,” he helps you sit on a nearby bench, and helps you clean yourself up.
Bucky comes to stand in front of you and crouches to your level, he places a gentle kiss on your lips before looking you back in the eye.
“Learnt your lesson, doll?”
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@sergeantbarnessdoll , here it is my love!!!
This is very sloppily written, lol😅😅😅
Lemme know what you lovelies think!!!
Till' then
Stay Coquette-y,
Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀
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@rodent-anon and I were talking about rabbit Link the other day, so here is some grumpy rabbit Link for you for Easter.
Link couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in rabbit form for long enough for this to happen. But Ravio wanted “bun bun cuddles,” Link might have fallen asleep, and when they both woke up again enough time had passed for Link’s little rabbit stomach to growl in hungry agreement with the gurgle from Ravio’s own midsection.
Sleepily mumbling about snacks, Ravio deposited Link on the floor, nowhere near the moon pearl resting high up on one of the cupboard shelves. The low clatters of Ravio digging through jars and half-awake self-directed commentary provided steady background noise while LInk himself woke up.
His teeth itched. Rabbit instincts wanted to munch, but there was nothing inside Ravio’s Lorule home to graze on.
Link sniffed at the nearest crate. It smelled of damp. Slight mildew. He sneezed.
Ravio’s unending prattle shot up several octaves in pitch. Definite cuteness overload range. Ugh.
Link shook himself out. He moved across the floor, slowly exploring. The rug didn’t smell any better. Ravio’s voice returned to its usual pitch and tempo; his feet thumped across the floor, the sound of a knife against wood saying he’d found something to prepare for eating.
For all the time Link spent in rabbit form while here in Lorule, most of it was in Ravio’s arms. He’d forgotten how big everything looked from down here. Crates rose up like the towering blocks made by the cane of somaria, the rough-hewn floor spreading out around him like an expansive landscape. Ravio’s table teetered on its spindly legs, the top towering well over Link’s fuzzy head. He skirted Ravio’s feet, ignoring the echoing sound of the knife. The smell of root vegetable wafted down and his stomach twinged, the itching in his teeth almost unbearable.
The table legs smelled fine. He took a nibble.
Oh, yes. That was good. Not the taste, exactly. But the feeling of something solid under his teeth, the satisfying way he could yank. Link went back in for another bite. Then another, his rabbit brain content to nibble away while Ravio worked above him.
The sounds of the knife stopped. Almost done? Link couldn’t precisely place the scent of whatever he was chopping, but it smelled tantalizingly delicious.
Ravio’s feet shuffled back, sending vibrations through the floor.
“Mister Hero.”
Bad tone. Link jerked, propelling himself out from under the table with one mighty leap before he quite realized what he’d done.
“Don’t eat my furniture!”
Fuck you, I’m hungry!
Link stomped.
Ravio’s voice went incredulous. “Did you just–”
Link stomped again.
“Link.” There was a bit of a giggle to the words, now. How annoying. Ravio started towards him. His soft-soled boots seemed much bigger and louder like this. “If you’re going to chew on something, use one of the crates, not my only good furniture!”
The crates smell nasty!
Ravio stooped down, clearly intending to pick him up. Link lept away, flicking his back feet up as he went. He didn’t need to be picked up like a misbehaving pet. Ravio snorted at him. But he stopped chasing and went back to the table. Good.
Link’s ears perked up, head coming around despite himself when Ravio picked up a piece of whatever he’d been chopping and waved it through the air.
“I guess you don’t want any of this, then.” He popped the piece in his mouth, the sound of his crunching adding insult to injury. Whatever it was smelled heavenly. Link’s little rabbit tummy twinged.
Oh, fuck you. Link stomped at him again.
Ravio snickered. He picked up another piece and crouched, holding it out. “Come here if you want any, husbun mine.”
Link wavered. But in the end, while he wasn’t actually mad, he very much was hungry. He almost changed his mind at the way Ravio’s face seemed to melt at his approach. That face said more cuddles were imminent.
Whatever.
Link yanked the vegetable from Ravio’s fingers. It crunched delightfully between his teeth, the flavor and texture of actual food much more satisfying than a table leg. So much so that he let Ravio pick him back up, tucking him into the crook of one arm and retrieving the plate of snacks with the other, carrying both back to bed to enjoy.
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ADVENT IS NOT THE CHRISTMAS SEASON!!!
Lots of people today refer to the period when Jingle Bells is playing in the CVS as “The Christmas Season” or (more frequently) “The Holiday Season.” It’s the time when we are supposed to be “festive.” There are so many parties and cookies and cakes that the average American adult gains one pound each year during the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas (and keeps it on the next year). It is the time of year when people spend so much money that it’s an essential part of the business model of many retailers.
None of this is thinking the way the Church does. Rather, it serves to undermine the meaning of Christmas.
The season of Advent is a time of preparation; the season of Christmas is the festive time. The season of Christmas begins...on Christmas, not before. There ought to be a marked contrast between the tone of Advent and the tone of Christmas:
The Season of Advent
Time to prepare for the Second Coming
Time of fasting
Liturgical color: violet (like Lent, funerals)
Don’t sing the Gloria at Mass
Time of Penance and Confession
Theme of readings: world is passing away
Time of almsgiving, sacrifice
Time of quiet prayer, meditation
The Season of Christmas
Time to celebrate the Birth of Jesus
Time of feasting
Liturgical color: white (like Easter)
Angels sang the first Gloria to the shepherds
Time to celebrate birth of our Savior
Theme of readings: Peace on earth
Time of family, good cheer
Time of louder prayer, singing
Keep in mind that the preparation for Christmas is really limited to the novena before Christmas, starting on Dec. 17. The majority of Advent involves praying for Christ’s second coming, rather than remembering his first coming.
Some practical ways to celebrate Advent:
Call it Advent. That’s the proper name for the liturgical season, so actually use it.
Choose a mortification for the season, a lesser version of what you choose during Lent. This coincides with the nickname of Advent--the “little Lent.” Perhaps you could give up alcohol or cookies or other sweets, so that when you go to “Christmas” parties, you maintain an appropriate mentality.
Do something special on Sundays. Light Advent candles, for example, or do something analogous that marks the progress of the season with your friends.
Spend some extra time in prayer. Perhaps make the effort to go to daily Mass, and say the rosary.
Make a special effort to perform works of mercy, which in certain contexts might simply mean smiling more and sharing your Christian joy with those who are stressed.
And then, when Christmas comes around--really cut loose! The Octave of Christmas is 8 days of celebrating the great mystery of Jesus’ Incarnation, so celebrate it accordingly. The contrast between Advent and Christmas should help to make the Christmas season not just a continuation of a month of getting fatter, but a special season focusing on the fact that God became Man in order to save us from our sins. Rather than being exhausted because of weeks of excess, we are prepared to welcome the King of Kings with excitement.
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Saint Mary Faustina Kowalska
1905 - 1938
Feast day: October 5
Patron of Mercy
St. Maria Faustina Kowalska was born in Glogowiec, Poland in 1905. The third of ten children from a poor family, she had little formal education. After applying to various convents in Warsaw, she was finally accepted by the Congregation of the Sisters of Our Lady of Mercy in 1925. For years Saint Faustina received revelations and visits from Christ. On Good Friday 1937, Christ appeared to her and dictated to her the prayers that He wished her to pray in a novena from Good Friday through the Octave of Easter, now known as Divine Mercy Sunday. Saint Faustina died in 1938, in Krakow, Poland, of tuberculosis.
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𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟒, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥
Thursday in the Octave of Easter
Lk 24:35-48
The disciples of Jesus recounted what had taken place along the way,
and how they had come to recognize him in the breaking of bread.
While they were still speaking about this,
he stood in their midst and said to them,
“Peace be with you.”
But they were startled and terrified
and thought that they were seeing a ghost.
Then he said to them, “Why are you troubled?
And why do questions arise in your hearts?
Look at my hands and my feet, that it is I myself.
Touch me and see, because a ghost does not have flesh and bones
as you can see I have.”
And as he said this,
he showed them his hands and his feet.
While they were still incredulous for joy and were amazed,
he asked them, “Have you anything here to eat?”
They gave him a piece of baked fish;
he took it and ate it in front of them.
He said to them,
“These are my words that I spoke to you while I was still with you,
that everything written about me in the law of Moses
and in the prophets and psalms must be fulfilled.”
Then he opened their minds to understand the Scriptures.
And he said to them,
“Thus it is written that the Christ would suffer
and rise from the dead on the third day
and that repentance, for the forgiveness of sins,
would be preached in his name
to all the nations, beginning from Jerusalem.
You are witnesses of these things.”
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Within the Octave of the Patronage of St Joseph, Notre-Dame de Fourvière Basilica / Our Lady of Lyons, France (1643) and the Saints for 19 April
Friday in the Third Week of Easter
Within the Octave of the Patronage of St Joseph
Notre-Dame de Fourvière Basilica / Our Lady of Lyons, France (1643) – 19 April:HERE:https://anastpaul.com/2021/04/19/notre-dame-de-fourviere-basilica-our-lady-of-lyons-france-1643-and-memorials-of-the-saints-19-april/
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Mistletoe
Summary: Dustin hatches a scheme to get you and Eddie together (I suck at these summaries I’m sorry)
Pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff, slow burn, angst, friends to lovers
Warnings: Language, anxious thoughts, insecurities, pet names used(Sweetheart, babydoll, doll, dolly, princess, baby), maybe ooc characters?, Christmas(but celebrated by agnostics, so no religion talk here)
Word Count: 5.8K
Author’s Note: Hello, this was going to be part 4 of my series but I didn’t love how it came out. I wrote a new part 4 and posted it but I know some people like this one so I made it a one shot.. I’ve also been toying with the idea of taking suggestions for one-shot ideas, either with this character or different ones, let me know if you would want me to try that! Also I may have made the first day in this fic be my birthday(not the year though), so thats just a little easter egg for y’all.
I wish I could tell you why it’s adding random definition links to the lyrics in this fic but I don’t know. So sorry about that.
My taglist is open, let me know if you would like to be added in the next part!
Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome!
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Monday, Dec. 16, 1985
“So run this by me again?” Mike asked, shutting his locker and beginning his way towards their shared class.
“We throw a Christmas party after Hellfire so we can hang mistletoe and get them to kiss, then they might finally realize how they feel about each other.” Dustin answered, gesturing with his hands.
“Why does it need to be a Christmas party? Why don’t we just hang the mistletoe? Do we need to make it a party?” Lucas questioned as he followed his friends.
“Why would there be a random piece of mistletoe hanging in the drama room? This is a school. This way we can say that it’s just tradition.” Dustin responded, stopping just before their classroom door.
“I don’t know, I feel a little weird about forcing them to kiss, you know?” Mike said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“They’re idiots Mike, they won’t ever tell each other. I just know if we can get Y/N and Eddie to just kiss for real, they won’t be able to hide their feelings anymore.” Dustin said, crossing his arms.
“But they kiss all the time, why would this be different?” Lucas asked, furrowing his brow in confusion.
“Yeah on the cheek-” Dustin started.
“Or hand-” Mike interrupted.
“Or forehead-”
“Or-”
“Yeah, okay I get it!” Lucas exclaimed, stopping his friends from their back and forth.
“The point is, they’ve never really kissed so if we make them maybe they’ll get their heads out of their asses and get together. I can’t listen to Eddie anymore man.” Dustin finished in an almost pleading tone.
“Okay, but you’re the one asking Eddie.” Lucas stated before shaking his head and walking into their class.
“Right. Shit.” Dustin sighed as Mike gave him a supportive pat on the shoulder before walking into class as well.
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“You want to have a what now, Henderson?” Eddie asked, eyes scrutinizing and arms crossed, as you all sat at your lunch table.
“I-uh- was thinking..that it would be nice for us to have a little party before the break.” Dustin explained wide eyed, “You know, to celebrate a semester of adventuring?” His voice rising in octaves near the end.
“A Christmas party?” Eddie clarified.
“Or Yule if you prefer.” Dustin suggested with a nervous smile.
“Absolutely not.” The metalhead declared. “We don’t have Christmas parties in Hellfire Club.”
You watched how Dustin seemed to deflate with disappointment, whatever reason he wanted to have the party seemed important to him. You knew Dustin was an only child like you but he only had his mother, maybe Christmas was lonely with just him and his mom and he just wanted to spend extra time with his friends before being alone for break. You had a large soft spot for the boy, kind of adopting him as a little brother.
“Eddie, are you sure we can’t make this one exception?” You asked, turning your large eyes on the man. “It’ll be nice to have a little party and spend some non-D&D time together.”
“Y/N-” Eddie started, about to shut this down, knowing he was weak to your pleading eyes.
“Eds, it’s important to him.” You stated, adding a gentle hand to one of his crossed arms.
Eddie sighed and you knew you won. “Fine you little jerk, you can have your ridiculous party.”
Dustin beamed from his spot next to you. “So what do we need to do to make this little party happen, Dusty?” You asked, using the nickname you had adopted in your 3rd week in Hawkins after hearing his mom call him it one time when you dropped him off.
“We’ll get the decorations and set up before Hellfire, we just need food and drinks.” Now it was Dustin's turn to use his pleading eyes on you.
“You want me to make you cupcakes again don’t you Henderson?” You asked with a sigh.
“Please? They’re so good.” He asked quickly.
‘Fine.” You said exaggeratedly, “You are a little jerk, you know that?”
“So I’ve been told.” He said before taking a bite of his food.
~Friday~
“Okay, so just don’t stand over by that corner of the table, that’s where we put it.” Dustin told the rest of Hellfire Club, minus you and Eddie, filling them in on the plan. You were to have your campaign and once it was over the party would start. Dustin would have you put your cupcakes in said corner of a table that was against a wall and near the end of the party he would have you and Eddie end up right under the mistletoe. He knew Eddie loved your cupcakes just as much as everyone else, maybe even more, so all he needed was to get you both over there at the same time. Easy.
“I don’t know Dustin, this still seems weird to do.” Jeff said, shaking his head from where he sat at the D&D table.
“I know, you guys have been telling me.” Dustin sighed from his seat.
“It’s not that we don’t want them to get together, I guess we just don’t see why we have to force them.” Mike stated as he got his dice out of his backpack.
“Yeah, we get that it’s annoying to see them staring at each other all the time but it’s not that bad.” Gareth added.
“You’re not the one that Eddie calls to talk about her.” Dustin shot back to the group with a shake of his head.
“He calls you?” Jeff asked.
“Yeah like every couple days right?” Lucas added from his spot next to Mike.
“Yes. And I need a break. I have my own girlfriend to talk to.” Dustin answered. Yes Eddie was annoying the boy to no end with his calls but he also cared a lot about you and his Dungeon Master. He could see how much you both wanted to be with each other but he knew you wouldn’t get there on your own. So he needed to help.
Just as Gareth was about to say something else, they all heard the door start to open and shut their mouths. You and Eddie walked in arms full of food and drink. You were carrying your cupcakes and a few bags of chips while Eddie was carrying a case of Mountain Dew and his D&D supplies. Dustin watched your eyes widen and a smile grow on your face as you took in the sparse decorations the boys were able to get, while Eddie rolled his eyes.
“It looks so cute in here, boys.” You said cheerfully, “Where do you want these Dusty?”
“Right over there!” Dustin shouted, pointing to the end of the table they had left for the treats. “I’ll take one of those sodas, Eddie.” He quickly added when he saw the metalhead start to follow you to the table. It was too early for that.
Eddie rolled his eyes again and made his way over to the D&D table, shoving the case of drinks into Dustin’s arms before starting to set up his DMing area. “As requested, Henderson.” He said.
“Thank you.” The boy said, opening the case and passing the drinks around the table.
You took your seat next to Eddie and pulled out your character sheet, notebook, and dice. Once all settled you set your attention on Eddie as he addressed the room.
“Gentlemen. Lady Echo.” He sent you a smile and a wink causing you to beam up at him, both of you too interested in each other to notice the conspiratorial looks being passed around the table around you, “We left off in the tavern in Havenheim. What would you like to do first?”
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The party had been going on for a little while now, though it was nearing its end as you knew you had to get all the younger kids home soon.
“We have to clean up and leave in like 5 minutes okay guys?” You informed Dustin, Lucas, and Mike. You and Eddie had taken the boys to school and would be taking them home before you and Eddie would be heading back to his trailer for the night.
Dustin’s hands grew sweaty, he had to do this now or never. He noticed Eddie get up after finishing a conversation with Gareth and head over towards the food table. Perfect.
“Hey Y/N? Could you please get me a cupcake?” He asked as sweetly as he possibly could. “My leg fell asleep!” He added when he saw you about to protest.
You rolled your eyes and scoffed, “Sure it did Dusty.” You gave an affectionate little shove before heading over to the table.
Dustin watched as you approached the table and stood next to Eddie, right under the mistletoe they hung earlier.
“That little shit wanted a party and now he’s making me get him a cupcake.” You said with a laugh to the metalhead as he was swallowing the cupcake he just inhaled. “Maybe you’re right, I do need to learn to say no to him better.”
“What a little asshole.” He chuckled back, “I know you see him as a little brother, but you don’t need to actually act like it, doll.”
As you were about to respond, you heard someone loudly clear their voice. Clearly trying to get your attention. You both looked over towards the noise and saw the boy in question, still in his chair where you left him.
“What now Dustin? I’m about to grab it, calm down.” You said with a sigh.
“It’s not that. It’s-uh-“ He gestured to a spot above yours and Eddie’s heads. You both looked up and saw the small branch hanging on a wire from one of the beans holding the lights..
“Is that-“ Eddie started.
“Mistletoe.” You finished, eyes wider than they were before. You and Eddie looked at each other, neither knowing what to do.
“We don’t have to..” You said, suddenly feeling incredibly warm.
“Right. We don’t have to, it’s just a stupid tradition.” Eddie agreed, shoving his hands in his pockets so you couldn’t see them shaking.
“Yes you do!” Dustin yelled, you both glared at him, causing him to shrink in his seat.
You fidgeted with your ring as you looked at Eddie, he looked back at you with a nervous expression. Were you about to kiss Eddie? You wanted to, you always did. Almost every moment of every day you wished you could be kissing your best friend. “Does he want to, too?”
“I-I don’t think the brat is gonna let us leave if we don’t.” You stated with a breathy chuckle, it felt like your heart was going to hammer right out of your chest.
“I don’t think so either.” He said, he took one of his hands out of his pockets and held one of yours. “But only if you’re okay with it sweetheart.”
“Yeah, I’m okay with it, Eds.” You said with a sweet smile. Eddie nodded his head with an equally sweet smile of his own. You leaned into each other, meeting in the middle. The kiss started tentatively, you both testing the waters, before your lips were molding together. You sighed into the kiss dreamily, unable to help yourself. You felt him smile against your lips, his sweet from the cupcake he had just eaten. Neither of you noticed that this kiss was going on much longer than a kiss between 2 friends forced into a kiss should, too lost in each other.
You broke apart when you heard someone clear their throat again. Both looking over at Dustin who was sitting with his arms crossed and a smug grin on his face. “I-uhm- better get that cupcake.” You said, feeling the heat rise to your face. You grabbed a cupcake and went to move towards the boy, you paused. “I uh, need to go to the bathroom before we go, I’ll meet you outside okay?” You said with a nervous smile.
Eddie nodded his head, returning your smile. You walked over to Dustin and gave him the treat, “Here you go, you jerk.”
“Thank you!” He chirped back cheerfully.
You grabbed your backpack and made your way out of the room and down the hall. Once you made it to the bathroom you splashed some water on your face. You and Eddie just kissed. Really kissed. And he seemed to enjoy it just as much as you did, unless you were imagining that. Oh, how you hoped that you were right. But it felt like the kiss gave you confidence, you were going to do it. Tonight, you were going to tell Eddie how you feel.
~
Eddie sauntered up to his friends as they cleaned up the decorations, a large smile on his face. “Was that your reason for this stupid party, Henderson?” He asked the freshman.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Munson.” Dustin with faux innocence.
“Right, well, whether it was or not. I think tonight might be my night, gentlemen.” He smirked. “After I drop you losers off, we’re going back to my place to watch movies. I’m going to tell her everything.” Ever since that Thanksgiving night Eddie had been looking for the perfect time to tell you. But whenever he got close something stopped him, whether it be his own insecurities or issues with your grandmas health. But tonight felt different.
Eddie grabbed his DMing supplies and the last of the cupcakes before walking out of the room with the group and out to the parking lot to wait for you. “I think you earned these.” He said slyly, handing Dustin the container of sweets.
As they waited, Eddie noticed that the cheerleaders seemed to be getting out of practice now as well, having had a late session before the break. He saw Chrissy Cunningham, she seemed to be having a tense conversation with her mother by their car. He watched as the girl seemed to shrink under her mothers words as her mother walked around the other side of the car, leaving the girl alone. ‘Wonder what that was about?”
You happened to walk up right then, watching as your crush stared at the most popular girl in your school. You felt the balloon of happiness that had been growing in you since the kiss start to deflate as insecurities flooded your mind. You could almost hear Mike’s voice ringing in your ears, “Yeah, they say he’s had a crush on her since the 8th grade or something.” All the confidence from before seeped out of your body suddenly. You felt foolish, and for the first time since meeting him, you felt like you needed some space from Eddie, not knowing if you could handle being around him feeling like this.
“Hey.” You said, catching the mans attention. He turned to you with a bright smile.
“Hey sweetheart, ready to go?” He asked.
“Uh, yeah. I’m sorry Eddie, I just remembered that my mom needs me to stay home tonight. Can you actually drop me off first please?” You asked, trying to sound as casual as you could.
“Oh, uh, yeah doll. Sure.” He said, trying not to sound as disappointed as he felt.
“Thanks, Eds.” You responded, before making your way towards Eddie’s van.
Eddie and the freshmen boys shared a look between them as you walked away, this wasn’t normal. They followed you to the metalheads van, you were walking fast like you were trying to get away from them.
You reached the vehicle first, waiting by the passenger door. Eddie walked up and unlocked the door, offering his hand to help you in as he held it open for you, soft smile on his face. “Your carriage, princess.”
“Thank you.” You said quietly, getting into your seat and closing the door, barely looking at the man. You were trying not to cry due to the embarrassment you were feeling.
Eddie turned back to the freshmen standing by the back door, Dustin sent him a confused look, “What happened?” He mouthed.
The dungeon master shrugged his shoulders as he walked over to let them in the van, unable to keep the worry from his face. Had he read everything wrong? He was sure you had enjoyed that kiss just as much as he did. And he thought that the way you reacted to it meant that you might like him back.
His mind was racing as he started driving towards your house, the van was silent except for the mixtape you had made Eddie playing through the speakers. Eddie looked over at you every so often; you were slightly turned from him, looking out the window. He couldn’t even try to hold your hand like he normally does as you had them shoved in the pockets of your jacket.
He couldn’t help the thoughts that flooded his mind. Maybe everything had been ruined with that kiss? Maybe you didn’t like him like he did and you were now trying to distance yourself?
He tried to push them down, hoping you did actually have to help your mom. He stopped outside your house, “Want me to stop by afterwards, dolly?” He asked, hopeful.
“Sorry, Eddie, not tonight. I think it’s going to be a late night for me. I’ll call you soon.” You answered, you looked up at him and shot him a small smile, missing the hurt in Eddie’s eyes. “Good night guys.” You addressed the van as you opened the door and hopped out, you then walked into your house without a second glance.
Eddie sat there almost shell shocked. Not only was this one of the first nights you and Eddie would not be spending the night together in a month and a half, you also didn’t give him his goodbye kiss. Whenever the two of you parted you would give Eddie a large kiss on his cheek with a loud “MUAH”. You never left without doing it.
“Eddie, what happened?” Dustin asked from the back.
“I don’t know.” He responded, confused, as he started driving the rest of them home.
~Monday~
You were laying on your bed, staring up at the ceiling, lost in thought as the sound of whatever your mom was listening to while cleaning played through the house. It had been a few days since the party and you had been avoiding pretty much everyone. Dustin and Eddie both tried to call you over the weekend, trying to get you to spend time with them, but you just said that you were busy with preparing for Christmas with your family. You felt embarrassed, you figured out pretty early that Dustin planned that whole thing out. You knew he knew you had a crush on Eddie, so you tried not to blame him for trying to help you out. It’s not his fault that Eddie didn’t seem to share your feelings, but you still felt like a fool for hoping.
You knew that you couldn’t avoid Eddie forever, he was coming to your place for Christmas in 2 days, but you needed time to get your feelings under control and you didn’t know if you could if you were around him. It was unfair to him, you knew, he didn’t do anything wrong. But the idea that him kissing you meant nothing to him while it meant so much to you was eating you alive.
You got up, needing to do anything to occupy yourself before you drove yourself crazy, you looked around the room. Your eyes flitted to your belongings before landing on your easel in the corner. You sighed, walking up to the painting sitting in it, not quite done yet. It was your Christmas gift to Eddie. You had taken a picture of him at a Corroded Coffin show a couple weeks ago and after showing it to him he said it was the coolest photo anyone had taken of him, you had decided to recreate the picture in large painting for him. It wasn’t quite the distraction you were looking for, as it would be hard not to think about him while painting his likeness, but you only had 2 days until you were going to give it to the man so you needed to finish it.
You began painting after changing into your painting shirt and getting your supplies. Your mothers music could be heard through your open door, a song you knew she loved was playing, This Must Be the Place by The Talking Heads, you let your thoughts wander as you listened to the lyrics.
“Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me around
I feel numb, born with a weak heart
I guess I must be having fun”
A memory of you and Eddie going to the arcade for the first time came into your mind, the two of you laughing as Eddie tried and failed dramatically to beat your high score in pinball.
“The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground, head in the sky
It's okay, I know nothing's wrong, nothing
Oh! I got plenty of time
Oh! You got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money, always for love
Cover up and say goodnight, say goodnight”
You remembered that first time he spent the night, laughing during the movie, falling asleep holding hands. You had woken up the next morning in Eddies arms as he smiled down at you sleepily. “Morning dolly.”
“Home, is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home, she lifted up her wings
I guess that this must be the place”
You thought of every time you get to Eddie’s trailer after Corroded Coffin rehearsals, he would open the door almost as soon as you knocked, like he was waiting for you. “Welcome home sweetheart.” He would joke, pulling you into an embrace.
“I can't tell one from the other
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this is where I'll be, where I'll be oh!”
Images of Eddie dancing in your passenger seat on your first day meeting him flashed in your mind.
“We drift in and out
Oh! Sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home and
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I'm dead
Eyes that light up
Eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head I got ooh!”
The song faded out, leaving images of Eddie staying in your head. Somehow, you realized, during your time here, Hawkins hadn’t just become your home because it’s where you lived, it became your home because of Eddie. Eddie made this place feel like home, like you belonged here, with him. And you knew that hadn’t changed even after the kiss. You still belonged by Eddie’s side, even if it was not the way you wanted.
~
“Hi Robin. Steve.” You said as you walked into Family Video. It was hours later, you had finished your painting and now you were at the video store to find a distraction for the night.
“Hey Y/N! No Eddie tonight?” Robin asked from the counter.
“No, just me.” You said, trying to keep the conflicted emotions off of your face.
“Did something happen?” She asked, clearly sensing something was wrong, you saw her share a look with Steve who was stocking a shelf nearby.
You looked between the two of them, you hadn’t talked to anyone about what happened at the party and it was kind of eating at you. “Uhm, yeah actually.” Steve stopped his task and walked over to the two of you at the counter, ready to listen.
You told them about the party, how Dustin got you both to kiss, how it seemed like Eddie enjoyed it as much as you, and how you were going to confess your feelings, but that you saw him staring at Chrissy right after, and how hurt you felt after. “I know it’s silly and I’m over-reacting. All he did was look at her. But stupid Mike Wheeler got in my head.”
“You haven’t talked to Eddie since?” Steve asked, leaned on the counter next to you.
“No, he and Dustin both called but I said I was busy.” You responded with a sigh.
“I think you and Eddie need to talk about this.” Robin said gently, Steve nodded in agreement.
“And tell him what? ‘Sorry I freaked out, I’m crazy about you and I’m pretty sure you like another girl, let’s still be friends okay?’” You answered sarcastically, “Nah, I don’t think that will work.”
“Obviously don’t say that.” Steve started. “But there has to be a reason Henderson got you to kiss each other, and I don’t think it’s just because you like Eddie.”
“What are you trying to say?” You asked.
“Just that maybe he was trying to help both of you.” He said with a shrug.
You couldn’t hope to believe that was true, “I dunno.” You sighed again. “I’ll be seeing Eddie on Christmas so we’ll see what happens.”
“Just think about what we said, okay?” Robin said, placing a comforting hand on yours. You nodded.
You grabbed the movie you came to rent, and headed out the door. “See you later.”
~
Dustin was exiting the arcade when he saw you pull out of your parking space and drive towards the direction of your home. He ran into the video store. “Steve, was Y/N just in here?” the boy practically yelled.
“Hey Henderson, yeah, she was, why do you ask? Trying to get her to kiss another guy?” Steve said as he was back to stocking the shelves.
“She told you about that?” The boy sighed.
“Yeah, she did.” Robin chimed in, “She’s really embarrassed.”
“Why?” Dustin asked, confused.
“We know you know she likes Eddie, but she thinks he likes Chrissy.” Steve answered honestly, he was getting tired of being involved in other people’s love lives.
“Chrissy? Why does she think that?”
“Mike told her that he’s had a crush on her since middle school like her first week here.” Robin said, not seeing the harm since Steve already spilled.
“And she saw him staring at her after they kissed.” Steve added. “Got in her head. She’s pretty certain that he doesn’t feel the same way as her.”
“Son of a bitch!” Dustin exclaimed loudly, making his way out of the store.
“Hey where are you going?!” Steve called after him.
“To talk to Eddie!” Dustin shouted back on his way out of the door.
He grabbed his bike off the rack out front of the arcade and peddled as fast as he could to the trailer park.
~
“EDDIE!” Dustin yelled as he banged on the door to the man’s trailer. “EDDIE!”
“What is it Henderson?” The metalhead asked as he opened the door, clearly annoyed.
“I know what happened now.” The boy said out of breath, shoving past the man into the room.
“Oh do you?” He said with a sigh, this was not the first time Dustin had tried to talk to him about what happened, though this was the first time he came all the way to the trailer.
“I was at the arcade and I saw Y/N driving away. She was getting a video and I went to talk to Steve and Robin about it and they told me what she said.” The boy said sitting on the small couch.
Eddie raised his eyebrows and sat next to his friend, leaning his elbows on his knees. “Do tell Henderson.”
“She likes you, that’s just a fact, but Mike opened his big mouth.” Dustin said.
“Wheeler? He didn’t even talk to her.” Eddie said, confused.
“Right. Not on Friday. Months ago, when she first moved here. Mike told her that you’ve had a thing for Chrissy since middle school.” Dustin said quickly, “Y/N saw you staring at her when she came out of the school, guess she thought you still liked Chrissy and got upset.”
“Jesus Christ. Thanks a lot Wheeler.” Eddie sighed, rubbing his face with his hands. “And you’re sure?”
“Positive.” The boy answered with a nod.
“Okay, get out.”
“What?” Dustin asked, eyebrows furrowed.
“I need you to get out, I’m going to go tell that girl everything.” Eddie smiled at his friend as he stood up and walked to his room. He came back out a moment later holding a wrapped package.
“You’re going to tell her? Right now?” Dustin’s eyes were wide and he had a bright smile.
“Yep, as soon as you get out of my house.” The metalhead said as he opened the door and gestured for the boy to go, smirk on his face. Dustin hurried out of the door and grabbed his bike.
“Good luck man.” Dustin said as he sat on his bike.
“Hopefully I don’t need luck.” Eddie said as he opened the door to his van. “And Dustin?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.” He said with a fond smile, he and the boy shared a nod before Eddie got in his van and drove away.
~
You were in your room sitting up against your headboard and watching Ghostbusters again, you and Eddie had rented and watched this movie so many times that you had practically memorized it by now. You heard someone knock on your front door and listened to your father say that he would get it. A few moments later there was a knock at your door. “Y/N?” You heard Eddie’s voice from the other side. “Can I come in?”
You felt your eyes go wide and your heart thunder in your chest. What was he doing here? “Shit.”
“Uhm, sure Eddie.” You said anxiously. The door opened and Eddie walked in with a nervous smile.
“Hey sweetheart.” He said as he walked over to you, you brought your legs up and sat crossed legged as Eddie sat on the bed in front of you.
“Hey Eds.” You said quietly. “What are you doing here?”
“You’ve been avoiding me.” He said, reaching out and grabbing one of your hands. “I think I know why.”
“What do you mean?” You asked, your pulse felt impossibly quick as you met his eyes.
“I don’t like Chrissy.” He said bluntly, not wanting to beat around the bush. He saw your eyes go wide.
“What?”
“I know you saw me looking at her on Friday after we kissed. I don’t like her like that, doll.” Eddie answered, squeezing your hand. “I mean, I used to. But that stopped like 3 years ago. And it was just because she was one of the only girls who was nice to me. I was looking at her because she got into a fight with her mom.” He chuckled before taking a deep breath.
“Now or never Munson.”
“Dolly, I’m crazy about you.” He confessed.
“What?” You said breathlessly, your eyes felt bigger than they've ever been. Certainly, you didn’t hear him right.
“I said, I’m crazy about you.” Eddie repeated with a smile. “And from what I’ve heard you feel the same way about me.” He said, lightly teasing.
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You felt a large smile grow on your face, “I’m absolutely crazy about you, Eddie Munson.”
Eddie beamed at you, the largest one you had ever seen on him. “Come here babydoll.” He tugged on your hand and pulled you to him, sitting you in his lap. “Can I kiss you again, beautiful?”
You nodded your head, “Please?”
He wrapped one of his arms around your waist, pulling you against him, as the other went to cup the side of your face. You felt his thumb rub the apple of your cheek as he gazed into your eyes. You wrapped your arms around his neck and suddenly his lips were on yours. The tentativeness that you had with your first kiss was not here this time as you kissed each other almost desperately. You both could feel the other smile as you did, neither believing that you were finally here. You only broke away when your lungs were screaming for air, lips swollen and pink.
“Will you be mine, sweetheart?” Eddie asked in between the kisses he started leaving on your neck.
“If you're mine, Eds.” You answered breathlessly. You beamed as you felt him nod. “Perfect.”
After a few minutes of breathless giggles in between hungry kisses, you pulled away from Eddie, his lips chasing yours. “I have your Christmas present if you don’t mind it early?” You said sweetly as you rested your forehead on his.
“I have yours too.” He said with a smile. You got up off of Eddie’s lap and walked to your easel and picked up the painting you finished earlier.
“It’s still a little wet so don’t touch it okay?” You said, earning a nod from the man. You turned it around and watched his expression, worried.
Eddie’s eyebrows raised and you saw a large, awed, smile break on his face. “Baby, it’s amazing.” He said, it looked exactly like the picture you had taken, a level of detail neither of you knew you could do.
“I had a good subject.” You flushed, you saw Eddie beam at the compliment.
“Thank you dolly, I feel like a real rockstar. I can’t wait to hang it up.” He said genuinely. You put the painting back so it could finish drying and when you got back to Eddie he pulled you into his lap again. He grabbed the package he brought and gave it to you. It was soft and haphazardly wrapped. You tore open the wrapping and pulled out a jean vest, much like Eddie’s. It had patches and pins of your favorite bands all over the front, and on the back was the same style of Led Zeppelin shirt you were wearing the day you met.
“Oh Eddie, thank you so much. I love it. How did you find the Zeppelin shirt for this?” You asked excitedly, a large smile on your face.
“Your dad helped me.” He said, returning your smile. You noticed a small flock of bats on the front right side, it looked like Eddie’s tattoos, hand painted.
“Did you paint these?” You asked surprised, pointing to the bats.
“Yeah, took me forever, I wanted to get them right and they’re all upside down and shit for me so it was hard.” He laughed nervously, “I-uh- just wanted you to have me close, so you don’t forget about me you know?”
“I’d never be able to forget about you Eddie Munson.” You giggled, crashing your lips on his in another smiley kiss.
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