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Line request: I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.
Angst angst angst. I’m sorry boom, for a plot based off of this line i thought of this:
There’s a way back, etched across the wall of an innocuous building that he’d passed every day in the real world. He could break it open, save himself from the streets that’d long since blurred together in a mess of rotted vines and crumbling concrete, but a way out for him meant a way in for the things that still went bump in the distance, close enough to be heard but never to be seen. If he went back, whatever had been following might just come with.
-Eddie walks the paths he used to take to school/home/dnd meetings every day so he can maintain some semblance of the life he had and his sanity
-He sits and stares at the jagged portal everyday for hours dreaming of the sun and sky and friends that are just feet away
-he makes a list of pros and cons in his head every time he finds himself starting to break down and waiver in his choice to keep the upside down in the upside down
-the deciding factor for him always ends up being you and how he can’t bring himself to bring these horrors back into your life
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🎂🥂🎉🎈🥳 It’s My 1 Year Tumblrversary!!!
This month marks one year since I joined Tumblr, and I just wanted to say a massive THANK YOU for the welcome and support I’ve had since I got here (which I hope I’ve returned in some small way). Also, of course, for the stunning and tremendous writing, the art, the edits, the gifs, the stories, the hilarity, the angst and, yes, the exquisite smut that I’ve been fortunate enough to read ❤️
I wasn’t certain I’d ever be brave enough to share any writing, but with encouragement, a little guidance and some balls manifestation I eventually did, and I’m so glad I took the plunge. I also want to sincerely thank EVERYONE for every like, comment, reblog, comment reply and tag. It’s all helped to make me feel like I’m meant to be here.
Whether we’ve bonded over embroidery or ear plugs or all the different versions of Eddie, I want to say you genuinely change my days for the better and ILY all 💗
Yours, sappily and embarrassingly gushily,
Kittie 💋🐈
I still don’t know exactly how everything works (Tumblr doesn’t make it easy), but I do know that it’s likely that hardly anyone will see this, so I hope nobody minds that I’ve tagged a few people who have made my first year here all the more enjoyable, whether with reading, writing or general interaction.
(in no particular order and not at all exclusive, plus there’s a tag limit - THERE ARE SO MANY MORE!) @joejoequinnquinn @jamdoughnutmagician @steddieas-shegoes @wynnyfryd @bettyfrommars @indulgence-be-thy-name @morningberriesao3 @lesservillain @raccoonboywrites @themultiverseofmars @deathbecomesthem @justsomestoriessx @voyeurmunson @abibliophobiaa @msgexymunson @somnambulic-thing @word-wytch @boomhauer @manda-panda-monium @jemmacdraws @jqmunson @the-unforgivenn @ghost-proofbaby @trashmouth-richie @blueywrites @munson-blurbs @carolmunson @hellfire--cult @eddies-house @loveshotzz @harrywavycurly @pinkrelish @bimbobaggins69 @mmunson86 @ghost-proofbaby @sadlittlesquish @eddiessluttywaist @lonelysatellites @roanniom @corroded-hellfire @dr-aculaaa @neonghostlights @sunshinepeachx @berenwrites @bramble-berries @eiightysixbaby @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @storiesbyrhi @apomaro-mellow @sofiiel
#personal#1 year tumblrversary#happy tumblr birthday to me#stranger things fanfic is my family now#1year#where did that go#thank you all for being utterly brilliant#sappy#gushy#emotional#ty#TYSM#ily 💗
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Bruises - Eddie Munson x Plus Size Female Reader (Part 3)
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part 3/?
summary: Self-doubt creeps in with the morning after and a conversation with Holly sends your thoughts in a million different directions. Will Eddie actually call? Does he really want to get to know the real you, or will it go the way of all your past relationships?
warnings: Adult themes and content so MINORS DNI! This chapter gets pretty candid about dating, love, and confidence as a plus size person and some of the trauma that can be involved in that, so read with caution. mentions of fatphobia, societal expectations of larger bodies, being sexualized and fetishized as a plus size person, skinny friends offering somewhat triggering advice, body positivity vs. toxic positivity, and general feelings of self-doubt and healing trauma. Eddie is a bit of a perv with reader’s underwear, but no smut just yet.
genre: angst, a little bit of fluff at the end
word count: 7.7k
author’s note: Writing this part kind of broke my brain a little and got honestly pretty personal, so I want to thank @boomhauer and @wroteclassicaly for talking me through it and being so kind and willing to read over a section that was tripping me up. ❤️
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You perch on the edge of Holly’s bed, same spot you had been just the day before, instead this time you are absently listening to Holly as she prattles off all the salacious details of her escapades with Theo the bassist the night before.��
“Is it safe for me to even sit on the bed? Should I have disinfected it first before I sat down?” you cringe and adjust in your spot as she describes in graphic details all the ways and places Theo had made her cum.
“Ugghh don’t be such a prude, Y/N. He didn’t make me cum in exactly that spot, it was right there,” she laughs and pats the spot next to your right thigh, causing you to hop up off the mattress and cross your arms, finding a new seat on the edge of her desk.
“How did you manage your mom not hearing any of this? Wasn’t she home last night?” you ask. Holly’s mom, Jen, had been a gracious host for the summer thus far, always making sure you and Holly had a fully stocked fridge and would even leave some extra pocket money out for pizza or the movies, a concept you were wildly unfamiliar with when you first saw the crisp fifty dollar bill just sitting out on the counter. But Jen was often gone, spending a lot of her time at the hospital with Holly’s dad since his illness had progressed so much.
“No…she ended up having to go in to see Dad…” her voice deflating as she picks away the loose skin from the perpetual summer sunburn on her arms. She plops down on the bed and begins to inspect her other arm, brushing her palm absently along the tender skin.
“Well at least you and Theo could get as loud and rowdy as you wanted to then,” you offer, quickly changing the subject knowing that her dad isn’t a subject Holly wants to dredge up at that very moment. Holly smirks and cheers again, diving right back in to divulge more and more detail about the sex.
“I think he might have made official boy toy of the summer status. I asked him what his plans were for the summer, and he said me. He said he wants to spend as much time as possible with me until we both have to go back to college. Isn’t that so sweet?” she blushes and bites her lip, only making you roll your eyes.
Holly had a tendency to attract men wherever she went, and she always found one charmer, ‘dumb and eager to make her cum’, that she would fall for hard and fast. You certainly weren’t slut shaming Holly, hell you’d had your fair share of fun, but Holly always managed to turn that fun into relationships. Whether they lasted only a week or two or several months, you always see the way she was willing to love with her whole heart, unapologetic and not scared to get hurt in the process.
Whenever Holly did have a breakup, she’d have a good cry, eat several pints of Ben and Jerry’s without ever gaining a single pound, brush herself off and get back out there without even a chip on her shoulder. She made love look easy, she made it look like being loved was easy. You hated to admit your envy of her, an inky viridescence that seeped through your veins and clawed away at the walls of confidence you had worked so hard to build up over the years.
“Did you hear me, Y/N, I said isn’t that sweet? That he wants to spend all his time with him this summer?” Holly’s dulcet voice shakes you away from your thoughts.
“Oh, yeah, yeah. Super sweet. I mean, just be aware that it might not work out when you both go back to college, so it might not be worth the heartbreak of getting into a relationship with that on the horizon,” you reply gloomily, often confusing pessimism for realism in order to keep your expectations for situations and the people in them low. Holly gives you a stern look, scolding you with her icy blue eyes.
“Don’t be such a poophead! So what if it doesn’t work out when the fall comes. But what if it does and what if Theo is the man that I fall in love with and marry and we are together forever and ever? If I never give it a shot just because there is a chance of heartbreak then I’ll never know, will I,” Holly muses, and while you hate to concede to the soft romantic notions she is spewing, you know she has a point. It might be worth it to have some carefree fun for the summer, though you could take or leave the part about wedding bells in the end.
“I’m not being a poophead, I’m just being cautious. Also what is with the insult, are you twelve?” you counter and she sticks her tongue out at you, wiggling her hands above her head for added effect. Holly smirks, as if she’s won the whole argument with a single gesture.
“He’s taking me on a date tomorrow night to Enzo’s. And Theo said he wants to see me again on Saturday too, maybe go to Lover’s Lake for a swim. I asked if it would be cool if you came along too and he said that would be totally fine,” Holly continues, pausing for a moment to gauge your response to this offer “I mean you don’t have to go, I just know there’s not a ton for you to do around here without me,” she finishes, seeing the wheels turning in your brain as you debate the offer.
“Theo is updated to boy toy status and I’m updated to third wheel status. Yay…” you mime a sarcastic cheer, waving invisible pom poms in the air.
“You don’t have to be a third wheel. You could bring someone….Eddie maybe?” Holly’s eyebrow quirks up as she suggests Eddie, testing the waters.
“Eddie? What makes you think I would want to bring Eddie?” you question, feigning ignorance and hoping that Holly can’t see the subtle pink that is slowly invading your cheeks.
“Because…because he totally took you on an adorable date last night and you haven’t even given me any of the dirty little details yet! I’ve given you all my details..”
“A few too many if we’re being honest here,” you interject. Holly rolls her eyes and exhales sharply before finishing her thought.
“Now it’s your turn, spill. Where’d you guys go? Was it good? Is he huge? There was a rumor that went around in high school that he had a huge cock, but no one I knew was ever able to confirm or deny that claim. Did he make you cum?” Holly rattles off a list of questions and thoughts and your mind swirls, trying to figure out just what information you really want to share.
Last night with Eddie, it was different. You cringe at the way the word sounds in your head but,it was special. He made you feel special. The way he looked at you with those full brown eyes, seeing through your skins to your thoughts and fears buried deep below.
Eddie’s heart had shown itself unapologetically, brave and bold even though he claimed to not always feel that way inside, welcoming you into his world one easy confession at a time. He had easily taken down barriers and blockades to let you in, making you feel like you were someone who was easy to be loved, could offer you kindness without any bite of cruelty or backhandedness to it. It makes you want to take all your already strong defenses and build them higher, stronger and studier just in case he might see you crumble.
You want to share with Holly, be able to have the casual girly chit chat that she was able to find a rhythm with so comfortably and easily. But it’s difficult. You want to guard the memories and keep them safe. If you let the memories out, some of your feelings might escape alongside them and then you would have to admit how you actually felt about Eddie, not just to Holly, but to yourself too.
“It was really nice,” you decide on your words finally.
“And….” Holly motions with her hand for you to go on.
“He took me to dinner at a diner outside of town and then we went to the lake and looked at the stars. He was very sweet and we kissed. I had a good time,” you summarize and hope that maybe that will satisfy Holly, but you can tell by the look on her face that she is not at all satiated.
“So that’s how you want to play it. Alright, Y/N. You don’t have to tell me every single last detail, but I will get to the bottom of how you’re feeling. You know the drill,” she hops up from the bed and shoos you away from your perch on the desk, guiding you by your shoulders to lay down on the tainted mattress.
“Holly, for real, I don’t want to get a venereal disease from your crusty sheets,” you groan and put up a weak fight.
“Shhhh, this is the only way I have found to get you to talk it out, and I need the full scoop on the Eddie situation. So lay back, close your eyes, and feel the way your body relaxes with each deep breath,” Holly soothes, settling herself in an upright position beside you. You hate and love the way she knows you so well, knows the way your brain works and the ways to ease the overstimulation that took over sometimes.
“Fine, I’m breathing and relaxing. You happy?” you sigh, trying to let your mind wander slowly to the events of last night without delving too deep.
“I am. Now, I don’t need to know all the dirty details if you don’t want to give them, but I sense that maybe this was a little more than just a hookup? Or at least you're fighting the feelings that it could end up being something more than that?” Holly’s voice is calm and steady, almost melodic as she tries to coax out the answers.
“It’s not more than a hookup, well not yet, but I don’t know. I mean just….I don’t know how to make sense of him. I may have had a little bit of a breakdown in front of him before we got to the dinner. It all hit me about everything that happened out The Hideout, and I’m still not really sure how to feel about all of that, but I sobbed all over his shirt and he just held me. Told me nice things and comforted me. It didn’t even sound like he was trying to be nice, he just was,” you blurt out, eyes squeezing shut, trying to keep out the world.
The situation with the drunken man at The Hideout was a new low, but it definitely wasn’t the first time a man had felt entitled to your body and your attention. Too many men assumed that just because you were bigger, that you should be flattered by even the tiniest speck of attention they paid you. Even if that attention was unwanted and unwarranted, you were supposed to bend over backwards to thank them. You had finally stopped the bending, but it didn’t mean they had stopped trying to break you.
“I’m really sorry that all happened at The Hideout. When you’re ready to dive more into those feelings, I’m here, but I know that can take time. What happened next, after you guys had dinner?” she presses gently, pulling you away from those thoughts and urging you to develop more of the details before really diving into your true feelings on the events.
“We got to talking about my Iron Maiden shirt, I told you someone would notice it, but he was really funny about it and wanted to give me a ‘metal music education’ so he offered that we go listen to music at Lover’s Lake. He played me some songs and then we smoked and looked at the stars. He was so open and honest about every little detail about him. Like he didn’t have anything he wanted to hide from me. He told me I made him nervous, and he wanted to kiss me. So I let him,” you exhale deeply and feel your body melting into the mattress as you try to clarify everything that proceeded from that point.
“Go on,” Holly purrs, her voice lulling you to your next utterance before your mind even has a chance to catch up.
“We kissed. A lot. His lips felt like this weird mixture of fire and ice and he kept saying all these things while he kissed me and touched me,” you pause, bringing your palms up to press gently against your closed eyes, the pressure grounding you, keeping you from floating away with your thoughts
“What did he say?” you hear the sharpness in Holly’s tone, a defensive and maternal bite as she prepares for the worst words he could have said.
“He told me I was a goddess. He said I was beautiful and pretty, and I think he really meant it too. And he said he wanted to taste me, I didn’t even have to ask or beg or offer anything in return, he just wanted to. He asked me for my consent every step of the way and didn’t make me feel forced into anything. And then after I came, he wanted to cuddle. Like not even a cuddle where he slowly forced my head down to suck him off either. Like his arms wrapped around me and my head on his chest. And I fucking fell asleep for a little too, he wasn’t mad and didn’t kick me out. He was just nice. He’s just really nice,” you hiccup down a sudden wave of emotion with the last phrase, all the words and thoughts suddenly bursting from your chest, leaving a lightness and what you are sure is an overwhelming flush.
“How did it make you feel? Eddie being nice just to be nice, singing genuine praises about you and your body, wanting to hold you and keep you close after?” Holly asks softly, but you flinch at the words. She played the role of friend therapist well, she knew when to push and went to relent, and this question hit a soft spot you don’t even realize you have.
“It made me feel…made me feel confused and scared. I felt like I was expecting his words and his actions to all of a sudden not match up and he would make some excuse to leave or some excuse why he was busy and wouldn’t be able to see me again. But Eddie didn’t. He didn’t do any of that. He said he would really like to see me again soon and I about shit a brick.” You slowly open your eyes to see Holly staring down at you, her expression pinched and perplexed.
“I think maybe I’m a little lost. Why was him being sweet and just genuinely a good person so foreign to you? Like I know it’s been a bit since your last relationship, but I see you with different guys all the time and are none of them nice?” Holly puzzles, honestly baffled by your response to Eddie’s kindness.
“Have you seen me Holly?” you say grimly, gesturing down at your body, thin lounge shorts exposing the ample curves of your thighs, baggy t-shirt clinging around your breasts and tummy as you lay flat back on the bed.
“Yes, I’m looking right at you, and I just see a beautiful, thick, real woman” she replies scrunching her eyebrows together, emphasizing every word as if she’s just given you some profound compliment that you most definitely should be so grateful to her for noticing.
“I love my body, well most days, but a lot of men don’t. The men who love bigger women like me tend to only love them in private. I’m fun to fuck, but not conventionally pretty enough to keep around and introduce to your friends and family. The men I’ve been with before have run through the whole gambit of sweet words to say while they fuck me, but they cringe when they accidentally touch my stomach and they can’t look me in the eye in the morning,” you hiss, words dripping with hate and regret and shame, and the one you hate most of all, self-pity.
“Why do you do it then? Why do you hook up with guys who treat you like that?” Holly searches your eyes for some kind of answer.
“Because I don’t know any other way how. I want to have closeness and intimacy just like everyone else! You can get pretty much anyone you want just by batting your eyelashes. I have to prove to men that I am simultaneously pretty, and funny, and also not a monster before they will even consider spending the night with me let alone get into a relationship with me,” your pitch escalating as you feel the unwanted sting of tears forming in your eyes.
“I think you’re being kind of mean, Y/N. I don’t get just any guy I want whenever I want them. And you’re being really mean to yourself,” Holly’s voice is barely above a whisper, steeling her jaw as she tries to come up with a better response. “I don’t think you always make the best choices in men and then you write off them being an asshole as some kind of reflection on you.”
“No. I think you’re being mean, Holly! You don’t know what it is like! You don’t know what it is like to have your first boyfriend, your very first fucking boyfriend, the one you’ve given all your first to, spent all of freshman and sophomore year of high school with, tell you that he thinks you would be a lot prettier if you lost weight, and that he gets a little sick when he touches your body during sex. He couldn’t even look at me when he said it,” you choke down a sob but force yourself to go on.
“And then I still had to go to high school for two more years with him! You know how long it took me to come back from that? Do you know what it is like to spend everyday trying to love yourself when you’re not even sure that you have ever experienced real love from someone else before? You don’t know what it is like, Holly,” you’re steaming with a rage that you didn’t even know was buried deep inside.
Holly shakes her head weakly in response to your questions. “You’re right, I don’t know what it is like. I’ve had breakups and heartache, but I have never had to hear such hateful words like that stupid little prick of a boyfriend said to you. You did not deserve that. You’re right though, I have not ever known what it is like to walk in your shoes and see how you see the world, but I do know how I see you. You like to think you can hide, but I see you, and I think Eddie does too and that is what scares you,” Holly’s cheeks are pink and tears are slowly streaming down them and she looks away from you quickly as she tries to regain her composure.
“He does scare me. And I feel like I’m just going to fuck it up so why waste his time,” you huff and quickly wipe away your own tears.
“When will you realize that it is not you who is the problem but the men you are choosing who are the problem? You’ve picked men who are no better than literal garbage and you set your standards low to keep yourself safe. If they treat you like crap then you have no reason to become emotionally invested in them or the potential of a relationship so you don’t have to let down any defenses at all. You hook up without feelings or emotion because you’re too afraid of having to be vulnerable and really let someone see who you truly are. And I don’t even think you can fathom the fact that someone might actually really like you for you. You keep these walls up with everyone, even me,” Holly speaks the painful truth and you open your mouth to protest, but she hushes you instantly.
“Don’t start, I see that look on your face, I know you keep things from me and that’s ok. There are parts of you that you’re not willing to open up about and I get it, but at some point, you gotta just let go a little. It’s okay to cry, show some of your weaknesses, and let someone take care of you, but still be strong and independent as hell,” Holly offers, really trying to be helpful. She makes valid points, you do have a hard time opening up and it has been for good reason, but the last thing you really want is your petite pretty friend giving you love and life advice.
You can’t think of any words that would be able to match the flurry of thoughts going on in your head, so you simply nod, pursing your lips and looking away from Holly as tears continue to trickle down your cheeks. You get up from her bed and walk towards the door, hand pausing on the handle for a moment when you hear her speak again.
“I guess you know where I am if you want to talk about it more. And I know it’s not really my place to say, but I think you should give Eddie a chance. Give yourself a chance, Y/N,” Holly preaches, a sickly sweet smile lacing her lips. You’ve never been more angry. Angry with Holly. Angry with yourself.
You fight the urge to throw something at her, scanning the dresser nearby and spotting a music box that doesn’t look like it would injure her too badly. But you resist, simply clenching your jaw in silence and closing the door behind you. You escape to the solace of the guest bedroom and collapse in a heap on the bed, burying a scream into the pillow.
Holly is right about a lot of the things she said, but you don’t need her to be your skinny savior. You may have been friends for a while and exist in the same spaces, but she was living in a wildly different world from your own. You don’t want to hear her preaching about your choices in men. You don’t need her to tell you that you’ll find the right guy when you just open up and love yourself. That line is bullshit. Utter bullshit.
You had spent many years fighting the negativity with that same kind of toxic positivity, if I love myself then I can be loved if I love myself then I can be loved, I can be loved despite the way I look I can be loved despite the way I look. Never realizing that you didn’t need to be whole to be worthy of love.
Too scared to look inward to heal the sad high school girl that didn’t ever deserve to be treated that way, that didn’t just deserve to be loved in spite of the way that you looked, but because of it. And also not because of it at all, but just because you are a person who is deserving of love.
The only way you knew how to move forward was to wall that high school girl in, keeping her safe there so the words wouldn’t hurt so much. You swallowed down self-love mantra after self-love mantra, I am beautiful, I am strong, I am worthy, hoping it would feed her and grow her strong. And it did, for a little. But your voice could only shout so loud and the walls got thicker and thicker, so the you inside had stopped being able to hear those kind words so well. You have truly grown more confident, age alone will do that sometimes, but all the attempts at losing weight did not equal happiness and that was often found out the hard way.
You were content with the body you had, but had to work around the ways others felt. With college came the newfound ability that you could actually attract men, a small handful, but still enough, and whether or not they were gutter trash was never your biggest concern because they were ready and willing to be close to you. You found fleeting moments of sick and twisted assurance in the brief power you held over men, your ability to give them pleasure and your willingness to do whatever they wanted.
It was wrong, and some part of you knew that, but it didn’t change the fact that that was the only way you knew how to get men to look at you, like you, see you. Their cock in your mouth and control at your fingertips, a powerful seductress as you watched them come undone at your bidding and then brush you away.
And Eddie hadn’t wanted that. He didn’t even want anything in return for the pleasure he gave, insisted upon it in fact. That alone was baffling and perplexing, but only compounded with the way he had worshiped your body, covering every inch of you with kisses and praises that made your ears ring and eyes water.
The way he held you in his arms when you cried, after you came, it felt overwhelming and new, and even though there is a nagging part of you that is telling you to run, you know you want more. Need more. You need more of Eddie. But did he need more of you? Was he genuine when he said he wanted to see you again soon? Would he actually want to get to know you or would it just be about sex like it had been in your past relationships? Above all that, would he even call?
You almost wish that he had given you his phone number so that you could have control over when you got to hear his voice again, hear more of those stupid jokes he told that made you laugh way harder than they should have. You stare over at the phone resting in its cradle on the bedside table, telling yourself not to obsess.
“He’ll call when he calls. He will call when he calls,” your voice comes out in a weak huff as you try to reassure yourself. You sit up from the bed abruptly and rifle through your belongings to pull out a well loved copy of The Princess Bride. You flip open to where you had left off, hoping for some escape from your own thoughts and lose yourself in the fantasy world where true love existed.
“And if he doesn’t call, that’s fine too,” you mutter to yourself, trying to resign to the idea by pushing the phone further away on the side table and burying your nose in your book.
“It’s fine, I’ll be fine.”
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Eddie stares at the ceiling of his bedroom, tracing the lines of the afternoon shadows cast there, trying to conjure up any other thoughts in his brain besides you. He tries reading, but the words become a jumble before his eyes. He tries practicing the band’s newest song, but his fingers fumble over the cords he should know.
He huffs in frustration, thoughts clouding with your image, before quickly flopping over onto his stomach and pulling out his campaign notebook, hopeful that maybe planning some sick combat for the next D&D session could be the key to distracting him.
But it doesn’t work. In his hunt for a pen, he finds your panties and phone number still hiding in the pocket of his leather jacket. He delicately plucks the piece of paper with your number out and sets it on his bedside table, then pulls out your underwear, shivering as his fingertips make contact with the swath of fabric that had covered your core.
Without a second thought, he brings the pink cotton up to his nose and inhales deeply, the fading scent of your arousal washing over his senses and making his dick twitch in his boxers. He feels a little guilty for having taken them. You hadn’t said he could keep them, but you also seemed aware that they had gone missing and you weren’t too keen to find them.
But what does that mean? Does that mean that she wanted me to keep them, to remember her until next time? Or was it more of a parting and final souvenir? That she won’t plan on answering if I call and doesn’t want to get to know me or see me again, let alone let me get into her pants again.
He has already asked about five different people about when was too soon to call after a date. If you could even call it a date, he was pretty sure it was a date. Nancy had told him at least three days, at least that is what she had always heard. Robin said it was all made up patriarchal bullshit to mess with the girl’s head and to call whenever he wanted to. Steve had insisted on at least a three day minimum, but it could go up to five depending on how long he wanted to keep a girl waiting. Jeff and Gareth were pretty clueless, Gareth only just recently getting up the nerve to ask out the girl he had been dancing around for months, but they both said to do just whatever felt right.
Eddie doesn’t know what any of that means, all the conflicting opinions pound in his head and he just wants to hear your voice. He had spent the day after that night reeling in his thoughts, replaying the night over and over again just to make sure it had actually happened. He had figured that calling the day after was probably a little hasty, and he didn’t want to put you off by seeming too needy.
But it’s Thursday and with the weekend quickly approaching it is prime time for plans and maybe a second date? So what if he didn’t make it to day three before calling, Robin had a point that it was probably all just made up bullshit anyway and if wasn’t messing with your head it was certainly messing with his.
What would he even say if he did call? Hey, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you punched that guy and let me eat your fries and your pussy. I really like you so can we do it all over again today, and the day after that, and the day after that, and forever until you get sick of me?
Absolutely not. That was way too intense, but exactly how Eddie feels. He hums over whether to ask you out on a date for this weekend or ask you to come join Hellfire tonight, wondering if that again was moving too quickly in this whole unfamiliar world of getting to know someone.
Without even realizing his hands are already in motion, Eddie’s long fingers are punching in the numbers, the hand that is holding the paper shaking like a leaf. He holds the phone up to his ear, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply, some of your scent still lingering in his nostrils. Please answer, Y/N. Please answer.
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You are just getting to the good part, Buttercup has been kidnapped and the man in black has just made his first appearance, when the shrill ring of the phone startles you. You wait for a few rings, hoping that someone else will answer it, but then you remember that it is Thursday and Holly is out on her date with Theo and Jen is back at the hospital again. You hadn’t spoken to Holly all day, and frankly, you are kind of happy to have the house to yourself for the night. The phone continues to ring and you roll from the bed, deciding you are going to answer it. Trying not to hope too hard that it would be Eddie’s voice you hear coming through the phone.
“Hello, Anderson residence,” your voice oddly formal, but trying to be courteous since it wasn’t really your house.
“Uhh..I hope I have the right number. Is Y/N there?” the voice on the other line falters and cracks.
“Yes, this is Y/N, who is this?” you have a pretty good idea who it is, the boyish nervousness filtering through the phone lines, but you want to hear him confirm that you aren’t just dreaming it.
“It’s Eddie,” he hesitates, silence for a moment before you speak again.
“Eddie who?” you jest, trying to give him a hard time but your tone doesn’t come off quite a light and jokey as you wanted.
“Uhhh, from the other night at The Hideout.. You punched a guy and then I took you out to dinner and…” he trails off. Is she messing with me or am I that fucking forgettable. Eddie’s mind races, trying to debate the only two options he can see, and if it is the latter, how is he going to recover from that one.
“Oh yeah, that Eddie,” you reply lamely, hearing the anxious wavering of his voice as he tries to place an image of himself in your head. One that, little did he know, was already tattooed there since that night.
“That’s me. Not too many other freaks with long hair named Eddie running around Hawkins, as far as I know,” he offers, trying to add a lightness to his tone even though he is feeling a little bit hurt.
“That was a horrible attempt at trying to make you laugh, I’m sorry Eddie. Of course I remember you! I still have the bruises on my hand to prove the punch and you have me penciled in for a satanic sacrifice on Thursday. Oh shoot, today is Thursday! Did I miss it?” you ramble, cheeks flushing wildly when you hear his laugh ring through the line.
You stare down at the bruises decorating your knuckles, tracing the delicate yellow lace that has begun to surround the fading violet blooms, thinking about how Eddie’s fingers had followed the very same path.
“Ok good, I got a little worried there for a second that I just dreamt everything that happened that night, you being the woman of my dreams after all,” Eddie confesses, and you catch an audible thump and airy mutterings as Eddie trips over the phone cord. He presses a finger to his temple once he’s on steady feet again, trying not to overanalyze the words he has just said.
“I…uh…I mean, I’m glad you remember me. So the sacrifice is still a go for tonight. Hellfire, um it’s…uh, the Dungeons and Dragons club that I run is meeting tonight, and maybe you would want to join in and play, or you could just hang out and watch and I could teach you the rules. I think you would make a really cute Tabaxi cleric or maybe like a sexy Moon Elf wizard,” he rattles off excitedly before quickly falling silent in anticipation of your response.
“I only caught about half of the words in the last sentence, but I did hear that you think I’m cute and sexy and you’ve clearly been thinking about me playing D&D a lot,” you laugh, falling back into the easy playfulness of conversation with Eddie.
“Well I have been thinking about you a lot. Shit. I mean I’ve been thinking a lot about you coming to play D&D with me,” Eddie stutters and you hear what sounds like his forehead thudding against a wall.
“I’ve been thinking about you a lot too,” you admit, willing your voice to sound sexy and confident and not absolutely terrified. Eddie laughs in response, stuttering and stopping as he tries to begin to form his thoughts around that idea.
“I would love to come to D&D tonight. I don’t know if I’ll play tonight, as a sexy Moon Elf or a Tabasco clerk…”
“Tabaxi cleric,” Eddie corrects with a chuckle.
“Right, Tabaxi cleric. But I would love to hang out and see the magic happen, learn some of the rules so I can play next time,” you suggest with a beaming grin.
“Oh yeah for sure, you are welcome to come anytime you want. To D&D, I mean. Or like you did the other night. I mean not that I have been thinking about that. Fucking hell! This is not going as smoothly as I had planned. You’re relentless with that word vomit curse, Y/N,” Eddie chokes on his words and laughs, you can imagine the pink that must be spreading across his cheeks.
“Well, I will definitely be keeping that in mind for future reference,” you tease, quoting him from the other night when you’d had your own slip of the tongue.
“Ahh, I see what you did there, think you’re real funny don’t you, princess. You find it very amusing that you make me lose my mind a little bit when I talk to you,” Eddie sighs contentedly, enjoying the gentle slip into insanity if it means he gets to hear your voice.
“It’s only because I’m secretly a witch and have mastered the brain melt elixir, I snuck it into the milkshake the other night,” you try your best at a maniacal cackle, but it comes out as more of a nervous giggle instead.
“Clearly you are a very powerful witch, because the effects of the potion are still lingering. Or it could just be that I get tongue tied when I talk to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” his voice drops to a lower register, a thick, warmness and sincerity to the tone that sends shivers down your spine. Your cheeks instantly redden and you try to think of an appropriate response, but flounder.
“Shut up, no you are,” you offer with a forced laugh. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to tell you to shut up. I don’t know how to respond to compliments, obviously.”
“I think the normal response is ‘thank you’, but fuck normal and I could also be very wrong. I’m not exactly the king of receiving compliments myself,” Eddie confides with a snorting laugh.
“No? You’re like a rockstar though, doesn’t that kind of thing come with the territory?” you question, trying not to pry, but very curious about Eddie’s dating history. After getting to know his personality a little more, he doesn’t seem the type to have a different groupie or fan every night, but maybe that was just you not wanting to picture him with anyone else but you.
“You are far too kind if you consider me to be a rockstar, sweetheart. But yeah and no, there’s a good handful of women who hang around The Hideout after gigs looking to have their moment with a musician or whatever, but those aren’t ever very genuine compliments anyway,” he concludes, trying to figure out how much is too much information to give.
“What about high school? I bet you had ladies lining up for some of that Munson charm,” you flirt, flopping over on your stomach to get more comfortable, feet kicking up behind you on the bed.
“Munson charm!? I feel like maybe you did meet another Eddie the other night, sweetheart, because I think you might be confusing my dumb luck for charm. I definitely tried to charm you, but I think we know how well that went with the word vomit,” he lets out an airy giggle and you both laugh for a moment before he goes on.
“As far as high school, I don’t know if you remember but I am the local freak. I didn’t exactly have them lining up waiting for me after my Hellfire Club or after it took me an extra two years to graduate. And now I’m a year out of graduating and still working at the local tire shop, so uhh…I don’t know if that answers the question, but that was my answer,” Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger and thumb in an attempt to stop more words that might spill from his mouth without a filter.
You can’t help but smile, nodding and chuckling softly at his response. You shouldn’t have any right to feelings of jealousy about Eddie’s past relationship, but a sneaky small part of you is happy that he doesn’t have quite the lengthy history you thought he might.
“I can feel you nodding and smiling, Y/N, but my telepathy is feeling weak tonight so you still do actually have to say words over there,” Eddie reminds you.
“Oh duh, yeah, sorry. I do that way too often when I’m talking on the phone. But I…uh..I don’t think that working at a tire shop is a bad thing, everyone just has to take life at their own pace,” you comment, pulling a pillow up to your chest as you think about what it would’ve been like if you had known Eddie in high school.
“What about you, princess? Since you got me to spill my brief and nonexistent dating history, I think you should share at least a little snippet of yours. Being as gorgeous as you are, I’m sure yours is much more eventful than mine,” he coaxes lightly, also thinking that he’s not too sure he wants to picture you with someone else. He’s not a virgin, but definitely inexperienced enough to balk at the possibility that you’ve had a more skillful lover than he is.
“I think you might also have gotten me a little confused too, Eddie. Mine is just about as nonexistent as yours. There have been guys, a handful or two, but I’ve not really had any stick around for too long since high school, and the one in high school was a total prick, so I didn’t date at all in high school after him,” you explain honestly, hoping you hit the right mark of being just open enough without laying out all your cards.
“Well that’s a shame, I’m sorry he ruined things for you. If we had been in high school together I would’ve had such a big crush on you,” Eddie blurts out and then falls silent, his staccatoed breathing rustling in your ear.
“Yeah? I think I would’ve had a big crush on you too, Eddie,” you reply, voice curling into a seductive whisper as you let the heavy silence hang on the line after your words. Neither of you speak for a few moments, the sounds of breathing and thoughts swirling filling the line.
“So, um, Hellfire. What time is it tonight and do I need to bring anything? Sacraments to the dark lord? Sprite? Snacks?” your questions cracking through the silence, Eddie’s sonorous giggle filling in the gaps.
“No sacraments are required this time, no snacks or drinks either really. We have moved our base of operations to Gareth’s garage since both Jeff and I graduated, and his mom always does a big spread of snacks for everyone. So all you need is yourself and I’ll come by to pick you up at 7?” he proposes, creating a scratching static sound as he rubs the mouthpiece of the phone nervously against the stubble of his chin.
“Perfect, I will see you at 7 then. Do you remember how to get to Holly’s place?”
“I do indeed,” he replies eagerly.
“Great! I’m excited, I can’t wait!” you grin, sitting up from the bed and looking over at the pile of your clothes, hoping something would be appropriate for a D&D session.
“I’m excited too, I can’t wait to see you. Um…yeah, so I’ll see you at 7,” Eddie rambles.
“I’ll see you at 7. Bye Eddie,” you sign off.
“Goodbye, Y/N,” Eddie finishes and you hear him let out a puffy exhale before your ears are met with a click and the monotonous dial tone as the line goes dead.
You look down at your gold wristwatch, 2 more hours until 7. Just enough time to have a minor crisis about how you were going to properly function being around Eddie again, how to be cool about meeting all his friends, how to be open but not too open, and figure out what to wear!
Your stomach immediately weaves into intricate knots, closing in on one another as you try to keep your cool. First step to tackle will be the outfit, and maybe the other things will fall into place while you hunt through all the clothes you brought for the summer. After a heated internal debate about whether or not to wear a dress to such a casual event, you settle on simple with a pair of well worn jeans and an off the shoulder top.
“It’s good, you’re good. He called, so that’s already a good sign,” you reassure yourself, looking at your reflection in the mirror after putting on the chosen outfit. You probably should cover up a little more, it might embarrass him in front of his friends. Don’t get your hopes up too high, he might let you down. You allow the negative thoughts to rise in your mind for a brief moment before exhaling them away, no longer offering space for them to crawl back inside to fester. “I can go in with an open mind and an open heart and hope for the best, and even if he lets me down, that doesn’t make me a bad person or unworthy of love,” you stand firm and tall, staring thoughtfully into your own eyes. Offering yourself as much confidence, kindness, and sincerity as you can muster, you feel a tiny crack creasing through the walls built deep inside, crumbling and falling away.
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⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
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: 3 AM ; OPEN ARMS
𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: landlord! Eddie
𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: someone like you lollllllll steddie
𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: differences
𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎: honey i’m home
𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚔: choke me, bite me
𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: steve harrington
𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: eddie
𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛: any of the kids
𝚂𝟻 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜?: so so many, mostly that the dead will come back, will and/or el will die, maybe jonathan? hopper?
𝚔𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝 (𝚢/𝚗), 𝚠𝚑𝚢/ 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝? yes, it’s my favorite theory, vampire eddie is my roman empire
𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 (𝚢/𝚗) 𝚠𝚑𝚢/𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝? i think it will happen unfortunately, bc the duffers suck
𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎: @curiositydooropened !!!! SERIOUSLY GO READ AMANDAS WORK!
𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎: literally everyone i follow, that’s why i follow them.
𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: Embarrased by @boomhauer or It Happened One Night in Detention by @mypoisonedvine
𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖: @b-irock ❤️❤️
𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛: finishing a series! 🤧 improving on dialogue, using better descriptions etc
𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛: 18k? maybe?
𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎:
𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎: bestfriends to lovers
𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏?: angst at the current moment
f̾u̾c̾k̾ ̾m̾a̾r̾r̾y̾ ̾k̾i̾l̾l̾
𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚛. 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎?: kill ted, fuck mr. clarke, marry murray (he seems like a good time)
𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚌𝚎, 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚊? (𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖): marry claudia, kill karen, fuck joyce.
𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚛, 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚛. 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛? kill brenner, marry wayne munson, fuck hopper
𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎, 𝚓𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗, or 𝚔𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑? kill keith, marry argyle, fuck jonathan
𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚢𝚕𝚎? kill argyle, marry eddie, fuck steve
𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚝, 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚐𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗, 𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚗𝚊? kill vecna, fuck demogorgan and the bat.
tag: @succubusmunson @littledemondani @eiightysixbaby @usedtobecooler @prettyboyeddiemunson @word-wytch @nightonblogmountain @mopeymopeymouse @mypoisonedvine @punk-in-docs @agentmarvel @andvys @choke-me-eddie @curiositydooropened @ryan-waddell11 @reidsbtch @onegirlmanytales @writinginthetwilight @joejoequinnquinn @sweetsweetjellybean
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Just wanted to give a little shoutout to all of my favorite writers. Thank you all for keeping me company on my good and bad days, your work always makes me so happy ❤️ Everyone go show them some love
@mantorokk-writes @wroteclassicaly @bayouteche @latenightsimping @sweetpeapod @hellfirebabes @boomhauer @munsonquinns @hellfirebabes @indouloureux @thefreakandthehair @mcplestreet @strangermarvelss @upsidedownwithsteve @steveharringtonscarkeys @familyvideostevie @buckspumpkin @slutforeddiemunson @msgexymunson @creelteeth
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“To fill with more memories as they come …”
I love @boomhauer ‘s Disjointed series so much and I couldn’t help myself to create some fan art for it.
It’s not perfect but I hope you like it anyway ❤️
I wanted to incorporate reader but did not want to assign any ethnicity so I hope this translate as a blank canvas.
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Woke up this morning, had this notification and couldn’t believe my eyes.
Thank you for all of the love and support everyone’s shown. This year has definitely been one for the books, but I wouldn’t change a moment of it. I’ve gotten to know amazing people who share the same passions I do. I know we shouldn’t care about the “likes” and “reblogs” but sometimes it’s nice to be reminded that I’m not the only one who imagines Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington railing the absolute fuck out of loving y/n.
I’d like to take a moment to share some of my favorite writers and people. Give them some love and check out their work!❤️
@loveshotzz Leighanne, it’s always an honor to read her work. Make sure to thank her for not only giving us smutty eddie, but also Punk!Steve masterlist
@sweetsweetjellybean Jelly has my heart and coochie. She is the reason my coochie gets a heartbeat every time I see her post. Masterlist
@superblysubpar Taylor, my dear. She always blows me away with her writing. Her descriptions are so beautiful. masterlist
@boomhauer The pure Eddie girl™️ that’s secretly a Steve lover. The way she writes Eddie is so on brand. I’m convinced she’s an actual writer for the show. masterlist
@luvmunson Nina! The ultimate hypeman and meme queen. Nina has some spicy blurbs you can find on her blog. Check out a piece by her here
@strangermarvelss Sava aka Ralph’s babygirl. Her series are *chef’s kiss* and her ideas are beyond original. masterlist
@thefreakofhawkins86 Coven, my fellow belieber fangirl. Coven has pieces that’ll make you drool. Like this one
@milestokilometers Miles, the angst king. Miles has Steddie pieces that will break you in half and leave you stranded. masterlist
@idkmanijustwannawrite Mel oh my god. Mel. Go through her stuff and tell me stripper!Eddie doesn’t make you act up masterlist
@hellkaisersangel Lexy is an angel that can do no wrong. Need rockstar!eddie? Run to her masterlist
@munsonsgirl71 P not only has amazing one shots, but also does text scenarios! They’re always so fun to read masterlist
@usedtobecooler Candy’s work is 🫠 I love to torture her with Matt Healy thoughts because she loves to torture the rest of us with her insanely addicting fics masterlist
@wroteclassicaly Kristen needs to be published. Her work is phenomenal and she’s always showing support to other blogs. Love her positivity and encouragement. masterlist
@ghalavane ghala doesn’t have a masterlist, but ghala is hilarious and talented. someone bug ghala to write and post again!!
@eddiemunsons-girl shania, my sweet petal, she is an OG eddie™️ girl. Her work is just *chef’s kiss* masterlist
@chaoticmunson Soph, my little squirtle, is also an OG eddie™️ girl. Her fics are the reason I came back to this hellhole. Send her love and tell her Maya’s proud of her masterlist
@muns-trosity-main Bee, an OG eddie™️ Girl. Bee has amazing writing and is so open and sweet. Definitely check out her masterlist
@carolmunson even though I’m “my Obama” to her, her writing is the reason why I won’t ever correct her. She can call me whatever she wants as long as she continues to share her talent masterlist
@littlesubbyflower Alexis is a genius. Her ideas and requests are some of my most popular. We love Alexis over her.
@sw34terw34ther Ivy improves with every piece she puts out! Currently loving this piece she posted here
@puppy-coded Athena is talented and deserves all the love she receives! She has a tea party going on right now, join it here
And there’s many more that I know I’m forgetting!! I’ll be sure to update this once I’m off the road (currently making this in the car as we drive to another state) thank you to all of these writers that share their talent with us ❤️
#25000 likes#thank you#tumblr milestone#ew why does it automatically give you those tags#wild#anyways#writer recs#and I gotta do this tag for the writing squad…#fic rec
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Welcome to another spotlight post! This community has been having a lot of saddened authors, some being mistreated by their audiences, a majority (if not all), whose work suffers heavily by the lack of reblogs/feedback. And this hurts me deeply, because I know how it feels, but I also know that everyone deserves a chance to shine, and so I’ve decided to do this small feature every week, in hopes that we can get some people and their work circulating? Each Friday night I will feature a different author/fic, as well as publishing suggestions you are welcomed to send for us all to check out (in my inbox). Much love, y’all! ❤️
Author of the week:
@boomhauer
This author is extremely underrated! I was looking for a fic that intrigued me, and I realized it was on their page, because it was their work! I recommend checking out their masterlist, as I know I’m going to!
Fic of the week:
Steddie x chronically ill!Reader by @theroseunblown
I think fics like these are super important, and they’re not touched upon very much, so I appreciated/loved seeing this! And the author captures the characters of Steve and Eddie so well!
ao3 fic if the week:
None this week (still gotta catch up), but as usual — feel free to suggest!
And that concludes this weeks’ edition of my Friday spotlight! I will have new authors and fics every week (as I said), so be on the lookout! Send in your suggestions! And show these authors some love! 💘
#kristen’s author recs#kristen’s fic recs#stranger things#stranger things 4#stranger things fic#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things 4 fic#stranger things 4 fanfiction#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie x reader#steddie x y/n#steddie x you#eddie munson fic#eddie munson fanfic#steve harrington fic#steve harrington fanfic#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington x you#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x reader
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My daughter is getting her atla education. We’re on the last few episodes.
Zutara my first enemies to lovers ship 😩
Zutara was my first ship! What are your guys favorite character’s?
Are you watching the legend of Korra next?
#boomhauer ❤️#I remember hearing there ways going to be another series#I hope so#I’ve loved this show since I was a kid
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hey babes, we both share an intense and burning passion for boomhauer, maybe you can write a lil zesty piece about that sexy texas ranger 😏 no pressure, love youuuu ❤️❤️ - atticus ;))
Lone Ranger
Boomhauer X Fem! Reader
A/N: I appreciate requests like this one so much, I was so happy to write this! Two things I’d like to apologize for: firstly, I tried to keep his speech mannerisms as accurate as possible, but it's hard for me to keep authenticity when it obstructs the flow of my writing, and secondly, I’m sorry for how long it took me to finish this! I’ve been gone for so long, so please tell me if my writing skills deteriorated while I was on hiatus. You all deserve my best, and if you don’t think I’ve given it to you, please tell me.
Summary: Alcohol and a bit of friendly competition led to you finding yourself in the arms of a handsome stranger.
The bar’s neon sign lit up your face as you pulled into its parking lot. You got out and walked inside. The scent of liquor and sweet smelling syrup hit you as you walked in, as did the sound of scattered conversation.
You nod at the bartender and take an empty seat nearby, not noticing the man sitting next to you.
“Don’t believe I’ve seen you here before,” he said, “I assume you’re not from around here?”
“No, I’m a town over. I thought I’d try something new, but you know how that is,” you said with a sigh.
He hummed in response, slid a menu to you and turned to the other patrons.
You opened the menu and scanned over it, but nothing stuck out to you. You put it back down on the counter and swerved around in your stool to see the rest of the bar. There was a hallway behind the tables that led to a room with a pool table and large television.
Suddenly you heard a tapping near your spot. Turning back around, you saw a blond man sitting next to you pointing at an item on the menu.
“It’s good, one of my favorites.”
You nodded and called over the barkeep, taking the man’s suggestion.
“Was it obvious I didn’t know what I wanted?” you asked, jokingly.
“No, don’t you worry, it wasn’t too obvious. You could say I’m just good at reading situations, you know?”
The bartender pushed your drink over to you. You took a sip, and hummed in approval.
“Definitely weren’t fibbing, that is pretty damn good,” you giggled.
“Well, I sure wouldn’t lie to you, girl,” he tossed back his drink and turned to face you more.
You quickly finished your drink and cleared your throat. Your eyes darted down to his hands, they were well groomed and he didn’t have a ring.
“So, uh,” you started, “this whole time, I didn’t ask you for your name. Pretty rude of me, sorry about that.”
He shook his head.
“Don’t be sorry. It’s Jeff, but most everybody I know just calls me Boomhauer,” he said.
“In that case, nice to meet you, Boomhauer. Mine’s Y/N.”
A small smile graced his face, and he ordered himself another drink. After finishing it, he stood up and looked at you.
“They put one of them pool tables right there in the back room, I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a game or two?” he asked while putting his jacket on.
You nodded and grabbed your purse, walking with him to the back. Once you two got there, he picked up one of the the cue sticks and handed it to you.
“You know how to play, or do you reckon my help could get you started?”
“Oh, I’d appreciate some help, it’s been a hot minute since I’ve played,” you mused.
He stood behind you and positioned the stick in your hands, leaning further into you as he helped you hit the ball. The feeling of his chest against your back sent a shiver down your spine. You allowed yourself to lightly push back against him, bringing your bodies closer.
“Whole game, honestly, is just about angles. I’m talking real trigonometry, that’s what it’s made of.”
His arms wrapping around you made you feel like you were melting. You could barely keep up with what he was saying due to the heat growing in between your legs.
“Oh that was a beautiful hit, mhm,” he praised your attempt, “felt like you didn’t even need me.”
Your mind went back to game when you felt the lack of his presence over you. He took the other stick off of the wall and took his shot, hitting two balls into the pockets. You let out a small cheer for him.
“I’m glad we’re not playing for money, because you would clear my purse out easily with that much skill,” you chuckled loudly.
He shot you a grin and put his stick back up, coming up behind you again to guide your aim.
The game concluded awhile later with Boomhauer as the clear winner.
“Good on you, sweetheart,” you gave him a small clap with a bright smile painted on your face, “go ahead on outside to wait, winner. I’ll pick up your tab as your prize.”
After paying, you left a tip on the counter for the bartender. He smirked at you and put down the shot glass he was polishing.
“You know, he comes here often. Chats it up with the girls who come by, takes ‘em home and such,” he laughed, “Though, it seems like he really likes you, lady.”
“You think so, huh? Maybe you’re right.”
You walked out and joined Boomhauer outside.
“Do want me to drive you home? I don’t want you to have to call a cab or anything of that nature,” you asked him, wanting to spend more time with him.
“Oh, man, you don’t have to worry about me none, I’ll be just fine.“
“No, really. I insist! Besides, there’s no point in wasting your money on a cab.”
He reluctantly agreed and pulled up the directions to his house. When you pulled out onto the main road, he eyed the radio knob.
“You don’t mind if I put something on, do you?” he asked.
“Oh, for sure, go ahead. The silence was getting to me too.”
He popped on a local jazz station, humming along to the song playing.
The drive wasn’t long, but the tension you felt in the air made it feel like you were in that car with him for hours.
You soon pulled into his driveway. He grabbed his keys from his coat pocket, and unlocked the door, holding it open for you.
“Wanna come in, at least a little while? Consider it a ‘thank you’ for driving all the way out here.”
You accepted and followed him inside. He went into his kitchen to grab a bottle of wine for you two, while you made yourself comfy on the red, velvety couch in his living room, sitting right beside the arm of it.
He returned with two full glasses and the bottle, handed you one, and sat next to you.
You sipped from your glass and sat in the silence for a few minutes before asking him a question.
“Did you,” you paused, “feel the same way I did tonight? The, like, tension?”
“Sure did, but it wasn’t bad tension, yeah? I didn’t think it was,” he said, “I was doing it on purpose, you know. The whole leaning into you thing.”
You giggled and positioned yourself onto his lap slowly grinding on him.
“I had a feeling you were, dreamboat,” you unbuttoned your shirt and tossed to the side.
You leaned back and planted kisses down his neck. He huffed, running his hands up and down your body. He cupped your boobs and ran his thumbs over your covered nipples.
“Oh, let me get that,” you stopped rocking your hips and took off your bra, “there, go on, baby.”
He bit at your neck while he pinched and rolled your nipples between his fingers, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body.
He pushed his lips onto yours and continued to let his hands travel your body, finally stopping at your clothed cunt. He slipped his fingers past the band of your panties, rubbing circles on your clit.
Your legs felt shaky and weak as he pushed two fingers into you, curling them. His palm brushed against your clit after every couple of thrusts. The repetitive ramming of his fingers made your walls ache with pleasure, the lusty expression on your face grew tenfold.
He continued to bite and suck on your throat, enhancing the feeling of his fingers. Going down your neck, he left a trail of small, bruise-like hickies.
You started to contract around his fingers and a familiar heat made its way to your core. You squeezed your legs to ease the pressure of your orgasm. He pulled his fingers out from your dripping cunt. You whined at the loss of the feeling of being full, he popped them into your mouth to silence you.
“Oh, lord, that’s nice, darlin’, real nice. Clean these off for me, alright?” He leaned you over the side of the coffee table and slid into your entrance.
His hands latched onto your hips and he started slamming your body back and forth on his cock. Your nails dug into the wood of the table as you gripped on for stability. Your lewd whines and moans make him quicken his pace, he now reached all the deep, sensitive places he couldn’t with his fingers.
His chest started to rise and fall, and his groans became deep and sultry. He grabbed onto a chunk of your hair and pulled your head back as he pounded into your pussy. You felt your legs squeeze back together as the warm feeling returned to your stomach.
“Ah, fuck, I’m close, really close,” you squeaked out between gasps.
Your walls scrunched around his cock as you clutched the table further, leaving scratches on the top. He grunted and pushed himself deep inside of you while he came, his seed slowly leaked out as he pulled out. He pulled you back down onto his lap, ignoring the cum dripping on his legs.
“God, you’re something else girl, I’ll tell you that,” he pulled you in for a final kiss.
#king of the hill#smutfic#lemon#fanfiction#barleyxnighteye#boomhauer#boomhauer x reader#adult swim#smut#bar fic#smutty smut smut
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🃏 let’s get personal 🃏
Reblog this post with a fic that you loved and put so much time in but wasn’t received the way you had hoped! Tag your mutuals! I just want to read some fics from everyone that I haven’t seen on my dashboard. 😇❤️
Here’s mine:
THREES COMPANY
@corroded-hellfire @munson-blurbs @boomhauer @loveshotzz @word-wytch @usedtobecooler @eddiemunsonsmum @quinnsbower @bowerquinn @bowersbubbles @lunatictardis @gathered-moss @inourtownofhawkins @keerysquinn @edsforehead @wroteclassicaly @e-munson666
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CYMA your favorite characters from any form of media:)
Thanks bestie ❤️
Eddie Munson (Stranger Things): @hauntinghawkins
Kurt (Spree): @mcplestreet (and I mean this in the kindest way possible my love)
Dean Winchester (Supernatural): @hellfirebabes
Steve Harrington (Stranger Things): @cal-is-not-on-branding
Wendy Darling (Peter Pan): @goldenbrownanddistasteful
Winnifred Sanderson (Hocus Pocus): @bayouteche
Samwise Gamgee (LOTR): @sweetpeapod
Robin Buckley (Stranger Things): @wroteclassicaly
Bean (The Muppets): @super-kreep 🐇
Bobby Singer (Supernatural): @boomhauer it’s the accent babes
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15 Questions - 15 People Game
Thank you for tagging me @loveshotzz 🥰🥰
Nickname: depends on the person, but Tay or T are the most common ones people use
Sign: Virgo (and proud of it ✌🏻)
Height: 5'10
Last thing I googled: a local sushi place menu lol
Song stuck in my head currently: Escape by Metallica (I guess that's what happens when you put a song on repeat while writing)
# of followers: *sigh* 77 - which is awesome and I'm happy you're here❤️
Amount of sleep: eight hours woooohooo
Dream job: Gosh, I love teaching kiddos but my actual dream job would be to work on television or movies - Being in a writer's room for a show, selling screen plays, or oh God I'd love to be a set designer/location scout or a character development/costume design person. Or all of it all at once 😂
Wearing: Black high-waisted jeans, a black turtleneck, tan oversized sweatshirt with moose on it, spiderman socks (docs once I get my ass up and grocery shop)
Movie/Book that summarizes you: "Wild" by Cheryl Strayed (the movie is also fantastic)
Fave song currently: Yellow (but the Kina Grannis cover)
Aesthetic: Quirky Bi Awkward Art Teacher ™️
Fav Author(s): Ally Carter, John Green, Suzanne Collins, Jenny Hahn, Morgan Matson, Erynn Mangum (listen. I'm a slut for YA novels okay?), Kiley Reid, Jane Austen, Rupi Kaur, Amanda Gorman, Sophie Diener (I originally found her on tiktok when I had it, not sure if she's other places, but her poetry and writing are *chef's kiss* and her spotify playlists are amazing too lol)
Random fun fact: I've been skydiving
15 no pressure tags: (sorry if you've been tagged already I don't even have 15 friends in real life people, big blog who are like why are you tagging me, or just in general like stop tagging me who are you - these are no pressure for a reason!) @boomhauer @myobmaya @sweetsweetjellybean @eveatethefruit @pinkrelish @punk-in-docs @upsidedownwithsteve @stevebabey @familyvideostevie @iamwarrenspeace @starlightsearches @harmonictechnicality @sunflowerxhellfire @andvys @robiin-buckley
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Please take this gif as an apology
You’re forgiven, we’re besties again 🫠
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