#leia 𑙖✺𑛂

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tumblr is not saving my tags so im gonna just make a big post with my mutual’s little things!

@ttulipwritezz -- tulip ✮⁺˚⋆｡°

@hotchfiles -- lari ‧₊˚✩ ₊

@juneberrie -- lizzie ✩彡 ･ﾟ *:

@iwilldeletethisblogprobably -- leaf ‧₊˚༉‧₊˚.

@elysianymph -- nymph ✧˚ ༘ ⋆。˚

@violetteshoneybee -- violette ���˚. ♡

@forevermoreluver -- julian ᕙ(  •̀ ᗜ •́  )ᕗ

@ay0nha -- glory *:･ﾟ✧

@remuslovebot -- natalie  ˖⋆⭒˚。⋆ 

@bearrbug-- vaishnavi ໒꒱ *·

@baker-coded -- baker 𓇚

@saintchaser -- marceline ๋࣭ ⭑

@inkluvs -- ivy 𓇙 / iby / ibe

@bullshit-bulltrue -- levi ₊‧⁺˖

@prongsio -- lola ✧࿐

@ghostlyfleur -- ˚₊‧⁺˖ harmonia ˖⁺‧₊˚

@lavendermunson -- leia 𑙖✺𑛂 

@spaceagebachelormann -- ziggy ✯༉

@imabee-oralizard -- kylie ᨦ❤︎ᨩ

@faerieroyal-- dolly ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

@dancinglikeaballerina -- rosa ⊱✿⊰ 

@lovertunnel -- mary ✩‧₊˚

@buckys-little-belle -- ˚⋆ ౨ৎ belle ౨ৎ ⋆˚

@that-bitch-kat3 -- kat ✩₊˚.⋆☾

@zvdvdlvr -- kj ˚₊‧⁺˖✮

@reysdriver -- xena ｡✧* ♡

@starsval -- val . •:. *₊ ° . ☆

@moonys-bf -- archer ✶*₊∙꩟

@vampieteeth -- vampie ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

@knaveism -- dd *ੈ✩‧₊˚

@isitovrnow -- jas ࿓₊❤︎*∙

@esperisdrunkinwonderland -- espie ✧˚ ༘ ⋆。˚

@turvi -- turvi ✧˖°

@hob1e-br0wn -- marty ༅∘₊*꩟

@storyofaromance -- yasmin („• ֊ •„)♡

@woahlifehitsyahuh -- jasmine 𐦖

@maddipoof -- mara ✩‧₊˚

@doyouknowwhoyouare13 -- nyx ✭₊࿔∘

@bruisedboys -- mal✧:･.☽˚｡

@queerpumpkinnn -- autumn ♡‧₊˚

@basicallyjustmuggleremuslupin -- cay 𓆩✶𓆪

@starstruckmoony -- solaris 𖤓༅

@ell0ra-br3kk3r -- ellora ★⋆. ࿐

@lesbianjackies -- meredith *ೃ༄

@evergreenlover -- ૮ ˶′ﻌ ‵˶ ა alice

@cosmal -- aerial ⋆。°✩

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SAKHHJDHLAJKFHENKWF,BNALDF IM BLUSHING SOOOO HARD LEIA WTF YOU ARE A PHENOMENAL WRITER

i want you, bless my soul - eddie munson

from the candy cane box at leia's christmas tree farm

summary best friend au, with the prompt “So, um. That was something. Should we do that again?” for the one and only @onegirlmanytales thank you for requesting my love, I hope you like the direction I took and enjoy it so much!!

cw FLUFF. best friends to lovers. two oblivious idiots in love. r's first kiss. brief mention of insecurities. steve and robin cameo!

w.c 1.7k

“No one has ever kissed me… let’s just forget about it!”

You sigh, placing the freshly baked cookies on a beautiful porcelain bowl Eddie gave you last Christmas. Their scent calming every nerve your best friend decides to play with today.  All of your friends are arriving in a couple of minutes for the annual Christmas party.

“You are telling me no one has ever kissed you under the rain?”

“Eddie please, just stop it”

“No one has ever kissed you under the moonlight!”

He tries to guess. You regret telling him about your first kiss. It hasn’t happened yet… but he thinks it has, he just thinks it was bad or embarrassing because you’ve never told him. And you tell him everything, he is your best friend.

“You are never going to guess, I'm tired of this now”

He chases you around your house, as you walk with the bowl of cookies in your hands. You place them on the coffee table of your living room, alongside all the other snacks and drinks to enjoy the night. 

“I know! no one has ever kissed you under the mistletoe. That’s why you don’t have one” 

Eddie thinks he hit the jackpot, smiling brightly at you. 

“No one has ever kissed me, okay!” you snap, tired of his games. “I haven’t had my first kiss yet” 

You throw your hands in the air, standing in front of him. Eddie was the only one who didn’t know about this. The rest of your friends know, because you know they weren’t going to laugh or make fun of you. But Eddie is capable of it, not because he is mean. His personality is just like that, he is the joke expert and the prank master. This was a serious topic to you, something that kept toying with your self-esteem.

Your arms fall to the side, your hands close on a fist, white knuckles and eyes shut trying to hide the embarrassment that’s eating you alive as you wait for Eddie to laugh at you and make a hundred jokes about this. 

You wish the floor could swallow you whole.

Eddie notices the way you tense up, confessing the secret you’ve held for a long time. He thought there was some catch to it, but there wasn’t. Who the fuck can live without ever kissing your lips? he asks himself, when he has been dreaming about it since the first time he met you at the arcade. 

You were babysitting the kids, holding their quarters for them as you paced around the sticky carpet. Back when Eddie’s ears got used to quieting down everything around him except your sweet voice. 

He didn’t want to lose you, he could never. And he was sure he wasn’t your type, with your room having a Karate Kid poster and a picture of Michael Schoeffling ripped out of a magazine.

Missing the picture of Eddie Van Halen on your jewelry box, he knew your type was far away from him. 

You were never going to like him, his friends would tease him about it. They would fill Eddie’s mind with ideas that tormented him before going to bed. You are way too out of his league.

He is happy with the best friend title because he gets the best friend treatment. He gets to hug you when you see him, cuddle with you on movie nights, and hang around his trailer all day. He would never trade your presence for anything, not a metal concert, not even the fame some rockstars get overnight.

For Eddie you are everything, you mean everything. His life is so much better with you around.

But he doesn’t laugh or start making a full comedy show, instead, you hear the thump of things falling out of his pockets. His lighter, a pack of cigarettes, previously chewed gum wrapped in a piece of paper, and his van keys. He empties his pockets trying to find what he has been looking for and when he finds it, he goes around your house looking for tape.

“What are you doing with that? no one is coming here to kiss me, only our friends” 

“Well? m’lady. I doubt you want to spend another Christmas unkissed” He takes your hand, guiding you closer to him until you are both under the mistletoe. “This is how it works, you stand here, and as the rule says you kiss the person in front of you”

You watch as Eddie taps the branch with his finger. Pointing at it, then at him, and finally at you. You are exactly in the spot, you look at him. Begging him to kiss you.

You've thought about it for a while. What would it be like to kiss him? Not someone random, not a guy who coats your ears with sugar at work. Just Eddie.

The guy who sits on the edge of his bed, shirtless, and while his fingers are gentle with the strings of his guitar you can’t do anything else but admire. Trying to memorize all of his features and tattoo that scene on your head for the rest of your life.

The guy who asked you to color his tattoos, trusting your artistic eye and trying to kill time before the pizza got to his trailer. You asked for a rain check that night, knowing you’d lose your mind the second your fingers touched his bare chest.

“And who’s gonna kiss me?” you ask. 

“Uhh, Jonathan?” Eddie asks, raising one of his eyebrows. Trying to question you to see who your type is.

“I pass” 

“Steve?” Eddie’s voice cracks. If you passed at Jonathan, there’s a high chance you could say yes to Steve and he would fall to his knees, defeated. 

“I don’t think so” 

His brown eyes are wide open. Shit. Not even Steve?

“Let’s just enjoy our evening…” Unless you want to kiss me, you think.  “Let’s forget about it”

You try to escape from the compromised positions, but your legs feel heavy as you step aside. You thought Eddie was going to kiss you. 

When you try to escape, he wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you back to him.

“Wait”

You feel a jolt of electricity, his touch being hard on you yet not hurting. His eyes looking for yours and when you finally lock your gaze with his. He takes a deep breath, ready to risk it all.

Eddie pulls you to his chest, resting a hand on the small of your back. You feel the goosebumps all over your body, his breath tingling your lips. He notices the shine in your eyes, pleading for him to do something because you are too nervous to move.

If he wanted to kiss you, he would kiss you. That’s what you believe. 

He looks at your eyes, at your lips. Impatient, he is making you melt under his touch, and you feel your insides are screaming at him to do something. You decide to wrap your arms around his waist, afraid of him slipping through your fingers and regretting this moment.

You capture him. As he looks down at you like a starved man. 

Eddie’s mind is clouded with hundreds of thoughts. This could be so good, this could get bad and ugly. It’s your first kiss, it should be special. It should be with someone you like, Do you like him? Do you want him?

He snaps back to reality when you reach for a strand of hair that fell to his face. Tugging the curl in the back of his ear. Your fingers send shivers through his spine, feeling your gentle touch against his skin. He melts under your touch too.

“Let’s get this over with” he breathes out, digging his fingertips on the small of your back to keep you close. His lips press against yours, you close your eyes enjoying the moment. 

But it’s your first kiss. You don’t know what to do, but just as you start to panic Eddie cups your cheeks, his thumb pressing against your warm skin. 

“Relax” he whispers on your lips, taking control of the situation. You feel his lips crash with yours, dancing against them as you try to keep up with the pace.

Is this how it feels? To kiss someone for the first time, or even better, to kiss the boy you love for the first time. Your mind is in the clouds, every part of your body feels lighter as a feather.

His lips are so soft. What the actual fuck? How were you able to survive so long without this?

It’s your first kiss. But it feels like it’s Eddie’s too. He can feel his body fill up with electricity, his heart thumping against his chest – just like yours – He has kissed girls before, even boys. But this feeling is new, he is finally kissing someone he loves.

“WOAH! They are kissing” You break away from the kiss as you hear Robin’s voice. She looks at you then at Eddie, a smile showing off on her face. “Sorry, keep doing that!” 

“Good job, guys!” Steve says, pushing Robin to the kitchen as she keeps her thumbs up in the air.

Eddie shakes his head, looking down at you. Seeing that smile he loves so much as you giggle, with your body so close to his. You try to catch the air he knocked out of your lungs, keeping him pressed against you.

“Woah indeed” His eyes look at the mistletoe, at your puffy pink lips, and at your flushed cheeks. He grins proudly. 

“That was… something” you smile, scrunching up your nose as you look at his matching pink lips and cheeks.

“Should we do it again?” he asks, his chest heaving up and down. 

“Please” you whisper, feeling your body yearning for more of him.

“Anything you want, princess”

He kisses you again, this time he quickens the pace of it. You feel his tongue brush against yours causing you to whimper. He giggles at your reaction, groaning for more of you. Eddie is addicted to your taste already. If the smell of your chapstick made him crazy, this sure is going to kill him.

You start to move your tongue, feeling the closure as your teeth crash with his, and the mix of chapstick and saliva, with a touch of cigarette coats your bottom lip. You can’t get enough of the feeling of his lips keeping yours warm and nice.

“Fuck, you taste good” his shaky words come out as he takes a breather, inches from your lips. His teeth find your bottom lip, nipping at it as you open your mouth for him once again.

You won't be spending Christmas unkissed.

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because you got the word flowers, this is going to be you with all the flowers i’ll send you 🥰🫂🩷

I LOBE U LEIA

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gnawing on the wall wtf

scarf - eddie munson

day 10 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw +18 nsfw. pet names. professor!Eddie, older!Eddie, age gap (Eddie is in his late 30's and reader is in her early 20s) find more about this universe here

lmk if you want a part two for this one!

It's been a long time since Halloween, and your relationship is still a secret. 

It was fun to see Eddie in class, much more fun teasing him and watching his cheeks glow red. He was a total professional, never breaking at his readings and continuing to give the lecture of the day without hesitation.

He was so used to spoil you. When Eddie gets rough with you in bed and you forget to finish your essay, he makes his T.A. give you an A in a very rushed and poorly written essay. It wasn't like you, but in times like this, he gave you a pass and you would thank him later.

Even if your relationship with Mr. Munson was a bad idea, it has been one of the best experiences of your life. He is mature enough to know how to treat you like a princess, his age doesn't fade from his gorgeous looks or how much experience he has in bed. It's simply him, taking care of you like you've always deserved it. 

At the beginning of winter, you've decided to knit a scarf for him. It was a thoughtful gesture, hoping he would like something made for you instead of something expensive, like the gifts he gives you. And you're a crafty kind of girl, every gift means more if you've made it yourself.

Keeping the relationship a secret has been hard, but now at your weekly late dinner that he cooked. You decide to surprise him, in the comfort of his big home. 

"I have a gift for you"

You walk into the kitchen, empty glasses of wine with the taste of it lingering in your mouth. 

Sweet, strong, and expensive. Just like him.

You place them on the kitchen island and as Eddie fills them up again you run to get his gift. When you come back, you see a gift bag dangling from his fingers. 

"You are not the only one with a gift, sweetheart"

You get close to him to exchange gifts. You open yours first, a set of festive red lingerie, lipstick, and a brand new bottle of your perfume the one he loves.

"You didn't have to!" you say, placing a peck on his lips before stepping back and seeing him open his gift. "But I love it, baby. I hope you love yours" His fingers trace the entrance of the gift bag before ripping it open. Your mouth almost waters at the little show.

When he finds the beanie and the scarf, you can see his face glow.

"Did you make this?"

"Mhhm" You nod.

"You made this, for me?" 

"Yes baby, of course"

He hugs you tight, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you. Eddie hides his head in the crook of your neck, his lips start to kiss your skin. 

"Thank you, doll. It's amazing, no one has ever made me a gift before" 

You hug his waist with your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck to hold you in place. You throw your head back just a bit for him to look at you, and his watery brown eyes lock with yours.

"I know it's not expensive but I made it with so much love" 

"Are you kidding? this is the best, you are the best"

He breaks the distance between your faces, catching your lips with his in a soft kiss. Everything is a bubbly feeling, you can't wait to spend the winter break with him.

__________

Now it's Friday, your last day before winter break. You sit at your last class which so happens to be Eddie's, he is giving an open conference talking about his success and his years of experience. Some of your classmates ask questions, and he answers every one of them with patience. 

He waves his fingers in the air, he touches his scarf the one you made for him with the same softness he touches your skin. You can feel your tummy tingling, your pussy aching. It's turning you on, so much. You know he can see you, what's wrong with having a little bit of fun?

Your fingers linger on the buttons of your coat, making eye contact with Eddie as he continues to talk. You giggle as he shakes his head slightly and goes back to the subject. 

When his eyes go back to look at you, he sees the red lingerie bra peaking out of your white button up shirt. The transparency of the fabric shows off the red lace, and your tight shirt squeezes your breasts so perfectly.

Eddie’s mouth is completely watering at the sight, he fights his thoughts to finish this lecture professionally and he would have to deal with you later.

In the end, you are the last one in the lecture room. He sees you coming down the stairs with your arms crossed in front of your chest. Eddie smiles slightly as your sweet perfume starts to hit his nose, you open your coat to let him see the red lace and your breasts. His mouth starts to water as he looks at you, his fingers traveling to unhook the first button of your shirt. 

“This is very risky, you are being a bad girl you know?” he whispers, his fingers brushing against your skin.

“I’m not being bad, I need you daddy” you whisper too. Your hand is dangerously close to his bulge. 

One of his large hands finds the small of your back, he gets you closer to him sliding his knee between his legs. You feel his thigh under your clothed pussy. Your skirt rides up a little.

“Look at you, needy and a brat” his hand cups your chin, feeling his grip tighten, but not too much to hurt you. He makes you look at him “Open” Your mouth opens slightly, not even thinking about it twice. It’s muscle memory at this point. He spits on your mouth, you feel his warmth and swallow slowly.

“Please” you beg.

“Thirty minutes, my office. I have to talk to a colleague”

He kisses your cheek and leaves the room. Leaving you with wetness pooling on your panties, thighs pressed and the taste of him in your mouth. 

Maybe you went a little too far. But you are excited about the punishment.

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OH LEIA I LOVE U

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

TO SPREAD SOME HOLIDAY CHEER (AND AN EXCUSE TO ESCAPE YOUR IN-LAWS, OVERBEARING EXTENDED RELATIVES, SIBLINGS, and/or PARENTS)

LETS PLAY A LITTLE GAME

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭...

𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: right now is candles

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: dancing with our hands tied my baby

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: i think he knows

𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: gingerbread came out of me so easily

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: dancing with our hands tied

𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔: can't help it if i wanna kiss you in the rain

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 ��𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: don't have one yet but I want to write for robin, chrissy and maybe nancy

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: eddie and steve

𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: billy or the older men sorry

𝚂𝟻 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜?: i hope will dies, scoops troop comes back, nancy gets a happy ending not being tied to a romance storyline and eddie comes back let me dream.

𝚔𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝 (𝚢/𝚗), 𝚠𝚑𝚢/ 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝? i dont know much about that but ill say yes if eddie comes back to me

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚠𝚑𝚢/𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝? NO. steve needs to move on and nancy deserves a good ending because she is such a great girl

𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎: i don't really know a small blog but if i ever found them id support them just as a lot of people have supported me. ill tag some of my favorite writers who deserve love too

@eiightysixbaby @eddiesxangel @slutty-thevampireslayer @onegirlmanytales @keeksandgigz @reidsbtch @lofaewrites @pricelessemotion @ihatepeanutss @chrrymunson @stveharringtn

love youuuuu!! 💕💕💕

𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎: @eiightysixbaby always makes me love eddie so fucking much and @loveshotzz with AIRWIY!steve

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: i dont really know but I remember reading love bites by @luveline back when I was hiding in my account and that also inspired me to write my own stories

𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: first person to make me a moot tag was @sp1rit-realm even if we interacted a couple of times I think it was the first time I felt like I belonged here so thank you and miss ya!

𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛: actually starting to write, i've wrote before for myself or my friend diana who always reads my stuff even when she isn’t in the fandom but this blog allowed me to feel safe and post my own writing. i used to struggle a lot but now its so much easier thank you so much for all the support

𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 3.5k on i could see you as my addiction

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎:

𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎: best friend to lovers

𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏?: fluff!!!!!! but i also enjoy angst and smut

f̾u̾c̾k̾ ̾m̾a̾r̾r̾y̾ ̾k̾i̾l̾l̾

𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚛. 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎?: fuck ted marry mr. clarke kill murray

𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚌𝚎, 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊? (𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖): fuck claudia marry joyce kill karen

𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚛. 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛? fuck wayne marry hopper and kill dr. brenner

𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎, ��𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗, or 𝚔𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑? fuck argyle marry jonathan kill keith

𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎? IM GONNA CRY. fuck steve many times marry eddie kill argyle sorry

𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗, 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚊? fuck demogorgon marry vecna have u seen jamie? kill demobat

no pressure tags: i tagged some people already, you can do it if you like! also anyone who wants to have fun with these questions