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I will never forget you.

activity nosedive starting now.

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Eddie wants in on this.

(He’d also appreciate bites)

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Heather x Eddie Moodboard

“I can’t believe this happened, this is the last time, Freak…”

“Yeah, yeah, here’s your panties, Holloway.”

@gonegrove​ did this to me

#🖤 / retrologists #🖤 / she's my cherry pie: e+h #it's never the last time #eeeee #<3

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#🖤 / horny bastard munson #sorry

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Good now, friend! The sun is shining, the tank is clean, and it's Friday! That means it's time for some encouragement. Take things one day at a time. Focus on now and be present in everything today has to offer. It sure sounds silly to say, but breaking things up into easily managed pieces is a huge help. You've done your best to get to today and for that alone I'm proud of you. Your best is good enough, no matter what level it presents. Every step forward is something to be celebrated, so make sure to tell yourself "I did it"! And be proud! I sure as heck am proud of you! Until next Friday; I'm cheering you on as always. -- 💜💜 Victoria

"Being proud of yourself is not arrogant; It's a sign of self-respect." - Alice Walker

@havvkinsqueen copy this again you silly goose

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you guys should tell me which vibe i give off cause i have bpd and being told how i’m perceived is like crack

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Hi hi! This is a LIIIIIITTLE late and removed from my usual weekly encouragement due to my weekend being a little screwy. So I will send you something short, sweet, and to the point. First off; I hope this weekend you were able to find solace in a moment (Or moments) of joy. Second, I just want to say that you are always more loved and cherished than it seems. You definitely have me to count in your corner with that sentiment! I'll see you Friday, friend. -- 💜💜 Victoria

unacceptable. I don't want kind messages on a Monday. only hate speech in my inbox to start off the week thank you very much. you should be ashamed of yourself

#🖤 / havvkinsqueen #🖤 / oh god it's admin #I love you 🥰 you slayed at your Weekend Plans

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omg has it really been that long!!! thats so awesome <3 <3 I love writing with your steve and all your other muses tbh. like im so so so excited to get to our munver threads, and you made all my eddie x heather fantasies a reality 🥹 still so so thankful you gave me + eddie a chance, especially since ik how you feel ab steddie lmaooo 🖤

i just remembered that yesterday marked a full year since i made steve and officially joined this rpc! it's always scary joining a new fandom and writing a new canon character, but it has been a lot of fun and i've met some lovely people since i came here, so i have no regrets at all.

with that in mind, i just want to say thank you to everyone who has given me and steve a chance here and i hope we can make (or keep making) wonderful stories together for the foreseeable future. this applies to all mutuals, but i also wanted to mention a few people who have made it such a nice place to be, and a few that i'm admiring from afar — you're all great, talented folks and i appreciate you so much! 💖🌟🧡🌈💛🌟💚🌈💙

@chrissyfied, @hawkinshellraiser, @kinghaargrove, @wheelxr, @alwaysanangcl, @v1ctimplagued, @havvkinsqueen, @gareththegreat, @zoomingupthathill, @flaeyed

#🖤 / oh god it's admin #🖤 / hairoic #ILY BERRY #<3 <3 <3 #I had a gif of someone running + hugging someone on a beach but it wouldn't post this until I deleted it RIP #but just know its there in spirit

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Steve buying from Eddie isn't the part of all this that's unusual. They've done business a handful of times before. But never in Eddie's office, so to speak. Always a I'm having a party and you're hired as the cannabis caterer tossed his way in the hallways. Which was fine with Eddie. Though Steve always seemed a bit too preoccupied to pay much attention to Eddie this was something that hardly bothered him at all even if he didn't make enough to pay the water bill in a few hours at a Harrington hoedown.

This was different, and different made Eddie anxious. So did being late- surprisingly, since it happened to him both often and easily- which he is right now since whatever asshole smoked a whole pack of cigs in the bathroom before him gave Eddie a lot of explaining to do.

He knows Steve will beat him there, yet Eddie still mentally kicks himself when he sees that obnoxiously tall hair. "No problem-o Steve-o," he says, as convincingly casual as he can manage. But before he can start rattling off excuses for his tardiness Steve beats him to the punch with a bit of blurting of his own. Getting straight to business.

No wonder he wanted to meet in private- for once he isn't ordering party drugs. Whatever it is that King Steve might have to worry about, he's very worried about it. "Something to sleep. I don't know, no one's ever asked for that before," Eddie says, so serious it's sarcastic as he makes his way over to the picnic bench and setting his things down. "I'll have to look deep into the archives for something like that."

He opens his repurposed lunch box open with a dramatic flip and acts like he's thumbing through files. "Lucky for his highness Harrington I should be able to pull enough strings to get you something useful."

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It had been a few months already since it all started. Steve still wasn't totally sure what the hell had started, exactly - he knew that he fought a monster at Byers' house and then signed some paperwork about it and was not supposed to tell anyone that it happened. Which was-- Straight bullshit, really. Then again, it wasn't as if anyone would believe him if he told.

The nightmares started then, too. Lights flickering, otherworldly screeches, a stench of blood and death. Steve figured it would all pass in time and he'd be back to living a normal life and everything that happened could just stay buried deep and forgotten; if only he were so lucky. No, the night terrors stayed, and with them came an overwhelming anxiety that wouldn't allow him to even go to sleep until his body physically couldn't stay awake anymore. Steve Harrington had absolutely seen better days.

Now he found himself pacing back and forth in the woods, because he'd tried nearly everything and nothing helped, so he subtly told Munson during lunch that he needed to meet him after school. Steve heard footsteps not too long after he'd arrived and visibly released some tension when he saw Eddie coming up to the picnic table.

"Hey. Thanks for coming," Steve greeted, glancing at the lunchbox on the table. "I need to sleep," He blurted out, catching himself after. "I mean, I-- Can you sell me something to help me relax?"

#🖤 / claratenebris #🖤 / before the sweet ol' tatties: verse #🖤 / don’t do anything cute: e+s

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She looks just about as sad as a wounded puppy at this news, and Eddie's just as helpless to help as if she were one. He assumes that even if she is familiar with the bus, she clearly isn't for this time of night. He's got no choice, he has to help her.

"There's a coffee shop up the road," he says, pointing in the direction with the hand still holding a half finished cigarette. "It's closed. Obviously. But the wifi is really good, so if you're standing right in front. So you can, like, call a car." He says the last part with a bit of a dramatic flair, a lighthearted nod to how she clearly is lost. At least he hopes it's lighthearted.

"I can walk ahead of you. Or, like, on the other side of the street. So you don't have to waste your battery on figuring out how to get there." Eddie takes one long drag of the cigarette before dropping it and stomping it out. With two hands free he quickly looks up the place in question. "It's, like, half a mile. If you're down for a walk."

Fuck, he really isn't good at not being intimidating on purpose. He feels like the textbook example of he doth protest too much. When he's geeking out with his friends it's clear how much of an absolute dweeb and unthreatening he is.

Eddie’s lived in this part of the city for, well… forever. Even when his dad, someone not only well respected but well known as the go-to guy for illegal goods, got locked up on federal charges he stayed. He just went from living on the third floor of his apartment building to the first, where his uncle Wayne lived.

Inheriting his father’s “business” had just kind of happened. Doing drugs meant getting asked where to get drugs, and if people are already asking him he might as well make the money himself. He was surprised to find how many people were happy to bring their business back to the Munson name.

The cigarette he’s smoking outside a bar is the kind containing only the shit that will kill you slowly, with not much more payoff than a metaphorical itch scratched. But it leaves him clear minded enough to pick up on the fact that the girl heading in his direction is not only lost, but is an easy target.

Good thing his reputation proceeds him enough that, if he felt so inclined, he could make sure no one messed with her.

“Hey,” he says, just as she starts to near him, trying his best to appear as unthreatening as he is, despite the…. everything that he’s wearing. “You having trouble finding something? Phone signal sucks here, and the busses are even worse.”

#🖤 / havvkinsqueen #🖤 / born in the wrong generation: verse #🖤 / you’re not what i thought you’d be: e+c

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I really don't want to move blogs but I might have to since getting non rp blogs to stop interacting would genuinely be ten times harder and more time consuming

#🖤 / oh god it's admin

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also take note that there is no jay option since there is a right answer 😗✌🏻 this a pop quiz bitch

ive caved

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ive caved

#rp meme

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FIVE SONGS TO DESCRIBE EDDIE MUNSON

trailer trash by carolesdaughter: I need some light to write this song, but I forgot to pay the bill again, this night's gon' be long. money can't fix a damn thing. I don't wanna cry, so I sing. I don't really have no change to spare. some people do, but life isn't fair

I mean, do I need to say more? the song is about how unglamorous living far below the poverty line is, in a very lighthearted and comedic way. it screams eddie

cancer by my chemical romance: it just ain't living and I just hope you know, hat if you say, goodbye today, I'd ask you to be true. 'cause the hardest part of this, is leaving you

are cancer and drug addiction comparable? idk. but this song just really makes me think about 11 year old eddie watching his mother go from a seven foot tall sunflower to a wilting weed before his eyes.

mike walton- basement version by adjust the sails: but my body's covered in tattoos, but I wish it was covered entirely by you. but you ghost me, secretly hate me, you use me for sympathy. and I'm so fucking in lovе with you but you just use me for weed.

you can't tell me that Eddie didn't write this song in his messy bedroom at 3am going through one of his many heartbreaks

common people by pulp cover by mcr: you will never understand how it feels to live your life with no meaning or control and with nowhere left to go. you are amazed that they exist, and they burn so bright whilst you can only wonder why

I listened to this song A LOT when I was 13, and could still tear up a little when I hear it today, and really frustrated that all my friends with 2 income houses just couldn't understand that my life below the poverty line was so different from theirs. and even though ive never gotten to really explore it in threads yet I think Eddie would struggle similarly. especially post season 4 when he would start hanging out more with chrissy, steve, and/or nancy, who all come from wealthy households. secretly he would feel incredibly out of place in their two story houses.

island of the misfit boy by front porch step: well I lost control when I was only a boy. the world taught me angst when I deserved joy. now I'm breaking down as I struggle to breathe, 'cause I believe in a god who won't believe in me

another song Eddie wrong when he couldn't sleep cause he was too sad. showing me this song is the only good thing the guy I was dating at the time did for me lol

tagged by @insufferablemonsters genuinely thank you cause I took this way too seriously LOL tagging @havvkinsqueen @chrissyfied @badboysupr @curlpower @rayofsunshinc @gleamingcrowns @fxntasmagoria (up to you to chose who if you want but like keeping my fingers crossed you pick regina)

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#🖤 / yearbook quotes: musings

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PDA and a direct compliment? In front of people? Either Eddie's dreaming or someone spiked Regina's drink with happy pills. As far as he's concerned he's still just a good fuck that doesn't piss her off enough that she's willing to hang out with him. Which is fine with him. For now. "Before you left, huh?" he asks, and he can't help but be a little cocky when he does. "You miss me that much already?" He presses a kiss to the top of her head in return, mirroring her smile nearly twice as wide. "You look better. But what's new?"

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"Well i did remember to heat up the hot tub before i left." She said, grinning up at him. Regina wasnt one to hide anything she thought was deserving of being shown off and Eddie happened to be the fun and pretty bad boy that was well worth showing off. Though she did find herself developing feelings for him but she had trouble voicing it and being soft. She squeezed his hand and pressed a soft kiss to the side of his mouth. Just dropping a hint of affection. She wasnt shy about pda but this wasnt making out or getting handsy. "You look good tonight."

#🖤 / fxntasmagoria #🖤 / born in the wrong generation: verse #🖤 / starcrossed: e+cc

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the doja x joseph x noah drama is so funny to me cause i stand by the fact that i think eddie would fuck heavy with some of doja cats music

#🖤 / oh god it's admin #also i know doja a snake but #she warned us about noah #from one snake to another