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Adriana Lima 2003🍸💝

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Could I request an outsiders imagine where the Curtis sister (reader, barely older than Pony) has been acting weird and fits into the clothes that Ponyboy outgrew. Somehow the gang finds out about her eating disorder and they need to confront her. Maybe they found laxatives under her pillow when she was at school or something.

i’m sorry. i can’t write this, it’s personally too triggering. i hope you understand.

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500 notes on puppy love??

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

❥ pairings. eddie munson x shy!cheerleader!fem!reader.

❥ synopsis. you finally have the courage to talk to your crush—but then the most embarrassing thing ever happens.

❥ warnings. some swearing, second hand embarrassment to the core, ongoing sexual joke about ‘eddie’s parts’, eddie having the prettiest brown eyes you’ve ever seen—i think that’s it!

ky’s mini note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ in honor of me hitting the big 1k, i present to you…another eddie munson fic—GASP. likes, comments, & reblogs are highly appreciated, i thrive off feedback <3.

# requests are open. masterlist. stranger things brain rot. ♡

OH GOD YN, YOU HAVE IT BAD, the sound of chrissy’s sweet voice snaps you out of your daydreamy trance. a fuzzy wave of hot embarrassment rushes to your face as you turn your attention back to the rest of your cheermates at the table.

“sweets,” your gilded blonde haired friend coos rubbing the side of your bare arm. “you’ve been staring at him for like twenty minutes, enough is enough. when are you finally gonna go talk to him?”

“who?” winnie, your other friend, quickly looks up from her tray of food. “oh—was she drooling over him again?”

by ‘him’, they mean eddie munson, the boy you’ve been crushing on from afar since your freshman year. some of the people in your circle refer to him as the freak—but you don’t. sure, he’s definitely not like the other guys at your school; his eccentric flair and cutting edge style. most people would toss him and friends in the bin of misfits but you always envied how they did their own thing no matter who was watching or talking. even dealing with the constant bullying, he just seems so…free.

“eddie is who.” chrissy starts to laugh but then quiets herself when she notices the other girls at the table staring at you like you have four heads or something.

great, you think to yourself. that’s great, chrissy. thanks a lot.

“eww, munson the freak?” lizabeth, one of your cheermates cringes loudly—as if you aren’t in the spotlight already. the other girls—who’s names you don’t even care to remember most of the time—start laughing. some of them look directly in your eyes as they whisper in the ears of those closest to them.

“i’m so sorry yn,” chrissy whispers grabbing your hands. “really, i am. sometimes i forget lizabeth is like, literally the nosiest person on the planet.”

“and the bitchiest!” winnie chimes in again—and it’s the truth. lizabeth made your first weeks on the cheer squad living hell, that’s before chrissy and winnie took you in under their wing. chrissy, being the sweet sweet angel girl she is, never left your side when you first arrived to hawkins high school. winnie—who’s name is actually nadia but gained her nickname due to her obsession with the wholesome fictional bear—followed right behind her generous offer. the three of you have been close knit ever since, practically glued to each other’s hips.

“but seriously.” winnie lowers her voice to a whisper as she pops a soggy slender fry into her mouth. “chrissy’s right, no more staring. you need to talk to that boy.”

“what the heck am i even supposed to say?” you whisper shout with wide eyes. you’ve been crushing on the scraggly brunette boy for so long now, the thought of actually talking to him makes your stomach spin, rinse, and drain like a washing machine.

“flatter him,” chrissy offers with a shrug. “guys won’t admit it, but they like that stuff. tell him you like his eyes, his lips, his hair—the way he parts his hair. in fact, tell him you love all his parts.” your mouth drops open at the last open as winnie let’s out a mischievous giggle.

“oh no chrissy i can’t tell him that!” you squeak loud enough for only the three of you can hear. “i don’t think i can talk to him at all…i don’t have it in me.” you glance over at table eddie usuals sits at during lunch period with his friends—the hellfire club. one of the other guys whispers something to him and he laughs—god, you love that laugh.

“yeah ya can and yeah ya do,” winnie encourage as she grabs you by the arm and pushes you towards their direction of the cafeteria. “the ball is in your court now, make it happen yln!”

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

your legs wobble as you make your way over to the hellfire table, bones replaced with jiggly gelatin. the rate of your heartbeat increases and it’s thumping so loud you can feel it in your ear drums—chrissy was right, you do have it bad. eddie doesn’t give you butterflies, he gives you the whole damn zoo.

as you get closer to the table you bring your hand up to your neck to toy around with your heart locket necklace. one of his friends must’ve noticed you standing there because he looks up from his lunch box, frowns at you, and nudges eddie—who seems to be reading some sort of magazine. he slowly looks up at you and you nearly melt; those pretty brown eyes of his are even prettier close up.

“h-hi eddie.” you voice squeaks over the lump in your throat. you quickly look back at your table and see chrissy and winnie flashing you reassuring smiles and thumbs ups.

“hi?” eddie says slowly as if he’s waiting for you to say something else. you study his expression carefully; furrowed eyebrows and rapidly blinking, and he looks amused but also slightly annoyed. all his friends now have their eyes on you including the two younger ones—a curly haired boy and a dark haired boy. those must be the freshmen.

“i love all your parts!” as soon as these words fly out your mouth—which seems to move faster than your brain when you’re nervous—you immediately regret it. on top of it being downright embarrassing, your voice was loud enough for the students three tables away to hear—which they sure enough did.

the curly haired younger boy lets out a choked out laugh while the darker haired boy stared at you in awe. the other boys at the table break into a fit of giggles and eddie—eddie, he’s just looking at you. reading you. he doesn’t even know what to say.

“all my parts?” he repeats with wide eyes, his cheeks blushing cherry blossom pink. your breathing hitches as you quickly turn around and head back to your table.

a fresh wave of tears washes up on the shore of your bottom lash line as you realize eddie is in most of classes. if you could start they the day over, you’d probably just stay in bed and play hooky.

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hi!! can i request some dating ponyboy curtis headcanons? <3

done !!

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dating | ponyboy curtis

pairing: ponyboy curtis x fem! reader

synopsis : hcs of dating ponyboy curtis

requested: yes

genre: fluff

you two are pretty inseparable

you and ponyboy spend hours together

sometimes you just sit in comfortable silence, not needing to say anything to each other

you do spend most of your time at his house

doing homework together!!

you guys kiss alot

like a surprising amount

darry thinks you’re a good influence on him

and honestly ponyboy agrees with him

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˚ ༘✶ ⋆｡˚ ⁀➷ A FAVOR eddie munson x reader

summary! first kisses are apart of life. we've all had them! ...right? eloise says! an authors note!! how exciting!!! this is kind of a long one so i hope you enjoy this tooth rotting fluff as much as i enjoyed writing it <3

eddie was cheesing so hard, he thought his face might split open. he was practically skipping to the forgotten picnic bench in the woods behind hawkins high school. normally, he wouldn't be so excited to study.

hell, he detested it!

but something was different, you were different. and anyone who knew eddie knew just how much he liked different.

and so he agreed to a study session. if anyone else had asked him to study for a history test, he'd laugh in their face and walk the other way. yet when you asked him in that sugary sweet voice of yours, he felt himself melt into the floor (metaphorically of course, but all you had to do was ask and he'd literally chemically melt himself down to be goo in your hands).

now, the words "eddie munson" and "studious" should never be in the same sentence. even so, he wanted to be better for you. whatever better meant. and as he saw your form sitting on the wooden bench of the picnic table, he already felt good blossoming inside himself.

"hey, dollface!"

your head whipped around when you heard the familiar voice of your long time friend. a shy grin quickly etched its way onto your lips as you called out to him, "hiya, eds."

god, he could die right there and have absolutely no regrets.

eddie sat himself on the bench beside you and set his light backpack on the table. he took note of your outfit with a quick once over and decided it was his new favorite (even though he thought that about everything you wore).

"hope you didn't miss me too much. had to tell the boys about our little study session."

you could feel your heartbeat in your ears at his statements.

oh, how you wished it was only history you'd have to talk about.

eddie noticed the lack of supplies on the picnic table. as your best friend, he knew pretty much all of your habits, including your study habits. you were a big note taker and not seeing any notebooks or highlighters made his eyebrows inch together in confusion.

before he could question you, the words began to tumble from your mouth, "okay, i'm gonna say something but you have to swear to not interrupt, alright?"

now more intrigued than confused, eddie crossed his arms and turned to straddle the bench.

"hey, scouts honor."

"eddie..."

"okay, okay, i swear." his pointer finger mocked an "X" over his heart before his arms returned to their crossed position, a little smirk dancing on his lips.

"okay, um-- well, i've never..." this was harder than you thought.

"never?"

you push his shoulder back with an exasperated giggle, "you said you'd shut up!"

"sorry, sorry! go on..." eddie bit back a huge grin and shook some hair out his face.

and suddenly the nerves came back at an all time high. you looked away from his deep eyes. sweaty palms and a scratchy throat seemed to come out of nowhere.

jesus, just say it!

"i've--never--kissed--anyone--and--i--was--hoping--maybe--you--could--show--me--how--but--i--totally--get--it--if--it's--too--weird or--"

eddie was visibly taken aback as the words, quite literally, flew from your mouth. he place his hands on your shoulders to act as an anchor.

"woah there, speedy, slooooow down."

you stared at him, wide eyed. "please don't make me repeat myself, eds, i think i might explode."

he let out an airy chuckle and tried to make sense of what he just heard. he let his hands flop from your shoulders to his thighs.

"okay, let's see... you... are a kissing virgin--"

"don't fucking say it like that--"

eddie pointed a ring clad finger at you, eyes sparkling with his familiar theatrics, "it's true! ya know, they hated jesus cause he told the truth also!"

your head fell into your arms on the splintered wood of the table, wishing you had just kept your mouth shut. black filled your vision and you wished it would swallow you whole. silence encompassed the wooded area until he spoke again.

"i'll help."

you turned your head and let your cheek squish against your arm, eyes hopeful and timid, "really?"

eddie held your gaze before looking away with a small smile and rubbing his hands back and forth on his black jean clad thighs, "yeah."

you slowly sat up and felt your heart thudding out of your chest. there wasn't anyone else you'd ask for a favor like this. no one else you knew would even consider it. no one was a kind as eddie despite how many times he swore he was "metal".

"okay-- um-- just turn your body... yeah, like that. okay... i'm gonna hold your face now, okay?"

sweet, kind eddie. talking you through such a tender moment. his eyes looked over your face, tracing every feature. he wanted to make sure you wanted to do something like this with someone like him.

you stared at his lips, too afraid to make eye contact. too worried he'd be grossed out by you. only when you felt his thumb caress the apple of your cheek did you let your eyes drift to meet his.

eddie leaned in and rested his forehead against yours. his next words were whispered, "ready?"

you closed your eyes as you felt his breath against your mouth. with a half nod of approval, eddie closed the rest of the distance in a barely there kiss. it wasn't until you pressed closer did he tilt his head to deepen it.

trying your best to match how his lips slowly moved against your own, you felt yourself soar through the clouds. maybe that was just the lack of oxygen, but it was more romantic to equate it the closeness of the beautiful boy you called your best friend.

when you broke apart, you were eager to repeat the action, gripping the front of his shirt and pecking his plush lips.

yeah, you were definitely going to be the death of him.

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oh uh girlies were getting into the "too fucking hot at night to sleep" part of the year

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pov: your toxic traits are isolation and avoidance but your love languages are quality time and physical touch

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send some requests 

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𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬

please link this post somewhere where people can see the original :-)

—————— ♡

blush— are you single, taken, crushing, or not interested? or is it complicated?

ballet slipper— with only one word, describe how you feel at this moment

rose quartz— what’s your love language (romantic or platonic)?

watermelon— have you ever had to reject anyone romantically? how did it go?

fuchsia— describe your personality in three words!

rose— do you believe in soulmates? why or why not?

coral— what’s something you’re passionate about?

carnation— how important are “looks” to you in a relationship?

blossom— would you get a tattoo? if so, what would it be of?

salmon— would you prefer a partner who is an introvert or an extrovert? why?

pastel pink— do you prefer to dress up and go out or stay in and relax?

bubblegum— how do you feel about your love life right now? are you happy with it?

champagne— what’s your favorite form of physical affection, if any at all?

hibiscus— what’s your favorite pet name, if any? why?

hot pink— what’s your favorite relationship trope?

flamingo— would you say you’re clingy in relationships and friendships?

cherry pink— when it comes to loved ones, are you openly affectionate or are you more reserved?

peach syrup— have you ever had an internet crush on a mutual on this app or another app?

pink magnolia— would you say that you develop crushes quickly?

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Villain and he be many miles asunder.- God pardon him! I do, with all my heart; And yet no man like he doth grieve my heart. (Act III, Scene V) William Shakespeare’s Romeo + Juliet (1996)

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Johnny Lawrence + that smug face he only gives to Daniel LaRusso

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Reblog and put in the tags whether you prefer strawberries or blueberries.

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might fuck around and dedicate my entire blog to the og cobras