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the porn bots have found me

#help!

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my blog is 1 year (+ 7 days) old!! crazy! thank u all!

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thinking of writing an apocalypse fic with either steve or eddie BUT i don’t know where to take it!! of course i’ve got some ideas but i just need something to get it started!!!!!!!

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i passed all my finals are you guys proud of me

#i want to write but i have NO ideas #someone help… i need requests

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reread my payphone graffiti fic and GOD i will never write anything as good as that

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hi all new followers i promise i am alive and trying to write but it is taking a long time 😕

#also pretty boy is always on my mind oops

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IT IS POSSIBLE IF I FINISH THE SHOW 😁😁😁😁😁

forgot how insanely heartbreaking the cdc part in the walking dead is… bawling my eyes out i can’t stop

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guys i kinda wanna write more big stuff so like… any fun au’s (not fantasy because my brain just cannot)…. any fun prompts… ask box is indeed open :)

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YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD AND I ONLY READ GN READER OR FEM READER WHICH IS PERFECT BUT I WISH YOU WOULD WRITE FOR THE BLACK PHONE CHARACTERS!! I LITERALLY WOULD BE REQUESTING LIKE EVERY FEW MINUTES

no but seriously your writing is so good like it’s not even funny

OMG 😭😭😭😭😭 would you believe me if i said i shed a tear reading this… because i did…. you are too kind anon ily ♥️ and i haven’t watched the black phone yet!! i’ve heard it’s real good so i’ll have to soon! i think if i knew the characters well enough i could def try something!! thank you again ♥️

#ask #i am still crying btw #ily :(

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forgot how insanely heartbreaking the cdc part in the walking dead is… bawling my eyes out i can’t stop

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haha my therapist said i need to play with a mans hair to cure me of everything… haha that’s crazy

#i don’t have a therapist #is that obvious or no

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you catch up with eddie munson at a hawkins diner. [wc; 1.2k]

pairing; eddie munson x gn!eader

content; 90’s kinda sorta (never explicitly mentioned) swearing, smoking, kinda friends to (almost) lovers, fluff

a/n; i honestly have no idea what this is but i wanted to write :) written on my phone so mistakes will be fixed later, i also don’t know how radios play music in the 90’s whoops hope u enjoy nonetheless

“no fucking way, do my eyes deceive me?” a familar booming voice calls.

you turn, expecting to see a jock you went to school with, looking to torture you again. instead, the infamous metalhead of hawkins high.

“do my eyes deceive me?” you laugh, walking closer. “thought you would’ve wanted to get outta this shithole?”

you’d walked into a diner, different and the same at the same time. it was the only place that was open in hawkins at nine pm. you were just looking for a place to get some coffee and get back on the road, not looking for anyone in particular.

eddie leans back in the booth, his hands linking behind his head. “s’what i’m working towards. thought you’d be in some prestigious college, what happened?”

you allow yourself to sit down in front of him, his face softening. you looked so good in the neon lights.

“dunno, didn’t really get accepted into any good ones. i wouldn’t survive college anyway.” you shrug.

“maybe you didn’t apply to the right ones.” eddie suggests, sipping a mysterious liquid. concealed mainly by the coffee mug, you could only see that it was definitely not coffee or tea. did diners have alcohol?

“maybe.” you agree, calling over the waitress to ask for coffee.

eddie notices the way your eyes droop like you’re going to pass out any moment. “i can get you something a little stronger, mo always hooks me up.” he holds up his mug, confirming the mystery.

you shake your head, waving him off. “can’t drink, driving.”

“you on a trip or something?”

you shrug. “sorta, just got back from chicago.”

“the fucks in chicago?”

you laugh loudly, then cover your mouth like anyone else was in the diner. “that’s what i was trying to figure out. turns out, nothing that interests me.”

eddie smiles. “got it - avoid chicago.”

you shake your head, sipping your scalding hot coffee, wincing at your burnt tongue. “i can picture you there, though. you and your band.”

“you remember my band?”

you scoff playfully. “‘course i do! i was corroded coffin’s like, number one fan!”

eddie’s eyes light up, and his face softens even more. he never knew you were there, never knew you liked metal, never knew you liked his music. “you were?” his voice is quiet, like he’s not supposed to be asking.

“for sure! i really like the metallica covers.”

“those were my favorite too.” he smiles at you, the way the neon lights make your eyes look unreal and how they highlight your cheekbones is stunning. eddie munson was stunned. you stunned eddie munson.

“so,” you clear your throat. “why’re you still here? it’s been fucking forever.”

he shrugs. “i think wayne’ll get lonely if i leave, plus i’ve got a gang of young teens on my tail, always gotta keep them in check.”

you nod as you know about the kids, hellfire. “how’s wayne?”

“he’s good. your folks?”

you snort and shrug. “wouldn’t know, haven’t spoken to them after i left.”

eddie stands up, looking to see if you follow him. you do. he pays as he continues the conversation.

“why’d you leave?”

the air outside is cold, whipping at your hair and biting your cheeks. “i think if i stayed in hawkins any longer my brain would explode. or, y’know, i’d get cursed or something.”

“hawkin’s is cursed.” eddie agrees, pulling out a cigarette. he holds it to you after he takes a drag.

you gladly take it from him. “shit.” you sigh.

“uh, you said you were driving more for a trip, what’s that about?”

you light up, because finally you get to talk about your plans. “i,” you hold a hand to your heart, closing your eyes. “am going to be the best radio host this world’s ever seen.”

“no shit?”

you nod. “gonna go back to chicago, catch up with a friend, then go to california alone. route 66.”

eddie thinks for a second, trying to figure out how long that would take, chicago to california. he gives up. “scenic route, huh?”

“yeah, gonna see if any state calls to me. like, i might really enjoy fucking, i don’t know, new mexico!”

“what’s in new mexico?”

you think for a second, then sigh. “i don’t know. aliens and tumbleweeds i think.”

“georgia o’keefe, that artist. you like art, no?”

you nod. you had decided to look for her work while in new mexico, a new piece for a future collection. “i do. i like georgia o’keefe.”

you fall into silence, the sound of eddie coughing every once in a while.

“i better go, it’s real late.” you feel bad, leaving him. eddie’s not like he was in high school, he’s calmer, but he’s still got that edge. you like him.

“right. safe travels.” he smiles, putting out his hand.

you take it, giving it a sturdy shake. “i promise i won’t die in the desolate new mexican desert.”

“or the arizona desert!” eddie calls as you walk back to your car.

you laugh loudly and wave behind you. the inside of your car isn’t much better than the outside, the seat freezing on your legs. huffing as the heater was heating yet, you let the car idle.

it’s perfect, cause eddie can catch up.

he taps on your window, indicating for it to be rolled down. you roll it down. “wanna give you something, wait here.” he runs to his van, digging through something in the passenger that you can’t see.

once he reappears, his hair is messy and he’s got a pen in one hand, a cassette in the other.

he leans on the hood of your car, glancing at you every so often as he scribbles down whatever on the slip of paper. when he finishes, he stuffs it back in the case and hands it to you.

“for the radio. if you want, i mean it’s fine if you don’t want to-“

“yeah, i’ll do that. i’ll play it at every goddamn radio station i work at. i promise you, eddie munson.”

he laughs, but it’s sad - the thought of you leaving and being in another state and thinking about him. “you’re already the best radio host i’ve ever seen.”

you smile and he smiles and it feels like the world stops.

“i’ll let you go now, but i’m serious don’t die in the desert. if i see a shriveled up you on the news i’m going insane.” he points a finger at you as he walks away.

“you can count on it, munson!”

eddie climbs back into his van and you roll up the window. once he’s pulled out of the parking lot, saluting you, and finally out of sight, you inspect the cassette tape. a hand drawn corroded coffin slip on one side, and;

eddie munson, call me at every payphone you find and update me on your journey. or don’t if you died, but don’t, cause that’d suck. :)

and his phone number on the backside.

you can’t stop the feeling that’s rising in your stomach. you turn the cassette over and over again in your hand until you’re confident you can recite his whole message and number from memory. you place it in the glove compartment and shut it loudly, listening for the click.

hawkins sucked, but it was good for one thing, that thing being eddie munson and his band.

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i’ve started the rehearsal and i am in love with nathan fielder

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200 followers is crazy thank you all 😭😭😭😭😭

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i wish i could flirt :l

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for some reason i’m not allowed to reblog whenever people reblog my stuff with sweet comments (it never posts) BUT i promise i see you and i appreciate them so much!!!!!!! <3

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went to the bank and had to spell out my cringe email i made in fourth grade.... caused the lady to rant about every awful email she's seen like damn was mine really that bad

#it was that bad