I've Only Just Finished The Series But This Is So True. Enid Could Wreck Us All. I'd Say Thank You Though

I've only just finished the series but this is so true. Enid could wreck us all. I'd say thank you though

We as a fandom don’t discuss how unhinged Enid truly is enough. Like yeah she’s baby girl but the festering rage of childhood neglect, heteronormativity and the fear of never being good enough is slowly overcoming her psyche and I think that’s very sexy of her.

Like yes, go off queen. Let the intrusive thoughts win, we promise we’ll still love you.

Honestly if season two doesn’t include several scenes of Enid loosing her fucking shit while Wednesday simps in the background then I don’t want it.

this is so hopper giving his speech at the steddie wedding. making endless dad jokes and embarrassing the hell out of both of them. i’m just imaging him saying something like:

hopper: you never think your future son-in-law is going to turn out to be the same kid you arrested upwards of twenty times when he was in high school but here i am to tell the tale—

eddie: i was also wanted for murder

hopper: don’t bring that up here please. for the love of god. you have no idea how much paper work it took for me to get your name cleared.

steve: i’m pretty sure he was arrested at least thirty times

hopper: like i said folks, you don’t get to choose family and sometimes family is your adopted gay son and his metalhead husband who spent a solid three years living on your couch—

steve: well at least now when i bail him out of jail it’ll be as my husband. i can even sign the paperwork as “mr. steve munson”

eddie: aw babe that’s so sweet

hopper: don’t push it you two

Enid: I don't think we can mansplain, manipulate or malewife our way outta this one.

Wednesday: *Grabbing dagger*

Wednesday: Manslaughter it is

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IT'S HARD NOT TO LOVE YOU — kent the siren.

fluff. established relationship. gn! reader. no warnings. not proofread. canon universe ig? idk, i dont write.

Kent's head lays on your pillow, his eyes watching your focused state. He watched all your mannerisms, small habits that he knew that you probably don't. He thinks they're cute.

Your eyes moving to read the words on the screen, eyebrows scrunching together when you can't understand the sentences and paragraphs. Your teeth nibbling on your lower lip during revisions of your paper, your hand combing through your hair whenever they distract you by caressing your cheeks.

He find you and your little habits endearing. Oh god. He's so in love with you and you don't even know it. He wants to express all his love for you but he can't. No words can describe his love for you.

He can't put it into words and tell you that his whole skin feels electrified whenever your arms brush against his when walking. He can't express the feelings that he get whenever you put your hands on his cheeks and stare right into his eyes. He cant describe the way his heart pounds when your lips are near his, anticipating a kiss. The feeling you give him is undescribable.

"I can feel you staring, Kent." You called out, taking your eyes away from the screen and turning around to gaze upon the lovesick eyes of his. Eyebrows relaxed, eyes lit up with happiness, and lips formed into a small smile. He looks effortlessly beautiful. As expected of a siren.

"You are worthy of staring, my beautiful pearl." You rolled your eyes at his sweet words. He would always drop these cringy lines to try and make your heart flutter. They were somewhat successfully, they never failed to make you smile.

He stood up from your bed and walked over to you, his hands cupping your face and forcing you to look at him. You stared at his pale blue-green eyes, getting yourself lost in them as if you were drifting off to sea. He slowly leaned in, lips almost touching.

"You look so ethereal when you're focused on your work." He closed the gap for a mere second before pulling away, "Your small quirks that unconsciously comes out are too cute." He pecks your lips once again, "It's hard not to love you." He finally said, staring into your eyes awaiting for your response.

"It's hard not to love you too." You closed the gap between the two of you, not pulling away from your sweet and passionate kiss. All the unspoken wordd from before, the undescribable feelings that you both had for each other— all told through the movement of your lips as they molded perfectly together.

Through the kiss, all the confessions of love was expressed. Through the kiss, doubts about your relationship disappeared. Through the kiss, you knew that he loved you, and he knew that you loved him too.