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wardlow · 25 days

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Posted everywhere else today… but big news here. After two years of a long hard road of loss, medications, and ups and downs… we finally received our rainbow. 🌈

#jq in real life

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munsonfamilyband · 10 months

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I need more famous musician Eddie content where he’s still super fucking lame and freaks out around other musicians

Like, I’m thinking about the video of JQ getting to meet with Metallica and play with them and Hetfield asks if he wants them to sign the guitar and Joseph gets so excited about it.

Eddie at an after party or something and he left Steve (and Robin because she refused to not be invited if Steve was coming (he gave her a “job” just so she could come)) to go get them some drinks and when he comes back Steve is talking to Brian May like he’s just a normal guy. Steve had been talking to Robin about Dustin getting an internship at NASA and Brian May inserted himself so he could ask about Dustin’s job.

Eddie comes over, nearly vibrating, and Steve introduces him to “Brian, he’s an astrophysicist!” and Eddie nearly passes out when he shakes his hand as if this isn’t a member of Queen.

It becomes a theme for them at events where Steve makes conversation with these world famous musicians about real life things all while Eddie is trying to act like a normal person standing in front of James fucking Hetfield.

The eventually develop a way for Eddie to subtly signal to Steve that this is one of his heroes so that Steve can steer the conversation to music and give Eddie an in.

I just need more social butterfly Steve and his music nerd boyfriend Eddie who panics whenever Steve befriends a famous person.

#steddie #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #platonic stobin #kind of? it’s mentioned #eddie will squeeze steve’s hand to tell him ‘steve holy shit this is someone i have posters of in my room’#the day eddie meets ronnie james dio he blacks out for the whole conversation and doesnt come back to his body for two hours

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corroded-hellfire · 3 months

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Finally His Year - Eddie Munson x Reader

An As You Wish Story

Collab with my soulmate @munson-blurbs 🩵

Summary: It’s Eddie’s birthday and what he really wants is you.

Note: In honor of JQ’s 30th birthday woohoo 🎉

Words: 4.1k

[As You Wish masterlist]

The Munson house is buzzing when you arrive. There are three unfamiliar cars parked in front of it, probably from the other people celebrating Eddie’s birthday with him. You have his gift tucked under your arm and a Tupperware of raspberry and white chocolate chip cookies in that same hand, using the free one to ring the doorbell.

You barely have time to pull your forefinger back before the door swings open. Luke peeks his head around, grinning when he sees you standing there.

“Good evening, madam-a-zell,” he says in a vague concoction of European accents—none of them even resembling French. “May I take your—ooh, cookies!”

Laughing, you reach over and ruffle his mop of curls. “These are for Daddy, Luke-miere.” When his face falls, you quickly add, “but maybe he’ll share.”

This placates him, and he skips off to announce your arrival. As soon as he says your name, you hear the sound of Eddie’s feet shuffling towards the entryway.

“You made it!” He says with a huge smile. In your dreams, he pulls you in for a hug and kisses you tenderly. But this is real life, so he just stands with his hands in his pockets.

“I made it,” you agree awkwardly. It takes a moment for you to remember everything you’re holding. “Oh, these are all for you.” You maneuver it all, handing him the cylindrical tube and then the plastic container. Luke loudly clears his throat, and you grin. “Unless you feel like sharing the cookies.”

Eddie takes the presents, shaking his head at his younger son’s interruption. “I’ll consider it. Thank you, Sweetheart.”

That stupid nickname. You love and hate it; as much as he calls you that, you know you’re not his sweetheart. Because he’s married.

His wife—God, you hated that she held that title—was sipping a full glass of wine. Though she’s standing next to Nancy, the two aren’t exchanging any words.

You should go over there. Brittany is technically one of your employers, so it’s best not to rock the boat. Unless, of course, you could ensure she’d fall overboard.

Plastering a feigned smile on your face, you walk over to her. Before you can even get out a hello, she points towards Ryan and Luke.

“They have to go to bed at nine o’clock, so just have them in their pajamas with their teeth brushed by then.”

Embarrassment crawls under your skin. “Oh, I, um, I’m actually here for the party. Not to babysit.”

Brittany doesn’t seem thrown off at all; she just rolls her eyes and turns to Nancy. “Didn’t realize people still needed parties after they turned thirty,” she quips.

To her credit, Nancy just shrugs and walks to you, ignoring the snark hurled your way. She guides you over to where the rest of the group is chatting.

“Can you say, ‘Uncle Dusty’?” Dustin asks little Tiffany Mayfield-Sinclair, gently bouncing her in his arms. “C’mon…Un-kul Duh-stee!”

“Elmo!” Tiffany claps her chubby hands together gleefully, unbothered by Dustin’s frustration.

“I think your kid’s broken,” he grumbles, handing the little girl back to Lucas.

“She was fine until you held her,” Lucas quips as he holds his daughter against his chest.

“Or maybe she just thinks you look like Elmo,” Steve offers with a shrug.

“What is this, high school?” Dustin asks, looking between his friends. “Ganging up on me?”

Eddie shakes his head and gives a loud tsk.

“It’s because you’re not part of the club, Henderson.”

“Oh, because I’m not a dad?” Dustin asks, gesturing with a motion that looks very similar to jazz hands. “That’s fine. Because I’m the coolest uncle these kids have. Someone has to be that figure in their lives.”

“Are they always like this?” you ask Nancy with an amused chuckle.

“Since high school,” Nancy confirms with a sigh. “The sad thing is, I can see how they’ve matured since then.”

You giggle at her response before there’s a weighted thunk against the front of your legs. Ryan’s chocolate eyes peer up at you, a huge grin on his round face.

“Well hello, you,” you greet him, reaching down to ruffle his honey colored hair.

“I’m so happy you’re here!” Ryan cheers. Warmth spreads in your chest at his words. You’re touched until he opens his mouth again to ask, “Luke said you brought cookies?”

“I did,” you tell him, tugging on a lock of hair that’s fallen into his eyes. “But they’re for your dad. It’s up to him if he wants to share with you guys.” Of course he will, you think to yourself. Eddie loves these boys more than Luke loves his Hot Wheels collection; and as you’re reminded by the five-year-old almost every day you babysit, that’s a lot.

“Maybe after he opens his presents,” Ryan muses, more to himself than you. “Or after we have the cake Aunt Nancy made.

“Ryan!”

A little girl’s call echoes around the room. The older Munson boy gives you a quick smile before running towards the kitchen where Natalie Harrington is drawing a picture.

Something Ryan said sticks in your brain though. You turn towards Nancy, brow pinching slightly.

“You made Eddie’s cake?” you ask.

The deep breath Nancy takes lets you know there’s more to the story than she’s probably going to tell you. After all, she hardly knows you. The two of you had only met a handful of times since you started watching the boys last year and none of the visits were particularly long. It's an annoyed sigh that Nancy heaves out, her petite shoulders falling with the release. She’s not annoyed at you, if her kindness and body language towards you are anything to go on. So, what’s got her so tense?

“I did,” Nancy affirms. She’s quiet for a moment and at first you think that’s all she’s going to say. But the way her head bobbles slightly from side to side and her jaw muscles tighten and release, you can tell she’s picking her words carefully before she speaks. To her, you’re her friend’s employee so how much should she reveal? “Steve, um, called Eddie yesterday morning to confirm the time for the party today. Eddie was headed out the door just as Steve called. He said he was going to the grocery store. To buy his own birthday cake.”

“His own? Why couldn’t his wife get it? Or better yet, why didn’t she make one for him with the boys?” Your mind floats back to when you and the boys made a cake for Ryan’s birthday over the summer. It was messy and overly sweet, but the love and care put into it are what made it special.

“That’s what I said,” Nancy grits out through a clenched jaw. After a few moments, you see Nancy’s body deflate. The tension rolls off her like a wave returning to the sea. “So, I made him one. Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting.”

“Carrot cake?” you ask, wrinkling up your nose. It’s not that you disliked the dessert, it just wasn’t what you would’ve pegged Eddie for on his birthday.

“I know,” Nancy says with a small chuckle. She shakes her head in amusement, wavy locks of hair swaying at the movement. “He can’t be typical, right? Not chocolate or vanilla—or even strawberry, but carrot cake. That’s Eddie for ya.”

The party continues with casual conversations: milestones Tiffany is meeting, work updates for the “kids” (who were now full-fledged adults, but would always be freshmen to Eddie), and a tentatively scheduled reunion for their high school Dungeons & Dragons club. It only came to a stop when there was a crash in the kitchen.

Everyone’s heads whipped around at the sound, worried that one of the Munson or Harrington children was causing chaos, but the reason for the clamor was none other than Brittany. She’d dropped the cheese and cracker board on the ground and was laughing like she’d just heard the funniest joke.

“Oopsie daisy!” She cackles, nearly falling over with the force of her laugh. While the rest of you had been casually sipping wine or beer, she had been drinking like she was at a frat party.

“Jesus,” Nancy mutters under her breath.

Eddie glances at Steve, who nods at Lucas, and the two of them step in towards Brittany.

“C’mon, time for bed, Britt,” Steve says as patiently as he can manage. He hooks an arm around her, and Lucas does the same on the other side. It’s obvious that this isn’t the first time they’ve done this. A well-oiled machine, ensuring that the kids are none the wiser.

Small miracles, you suppose.

“We can do presents when they get back,” Max jumps in, trying to keep the attention away from the drunk woman stumbling away.

Eddie nods in agreement, collecting the various gifts from the kitchen table and placing them next to his spot on the sofa. When he sits, he spreads his legs enough that you can imagine yourself between them, pressing kisses up his thighs to his—

No. Stop it.

When Steve and Lucas return, Eddie reaches for the first package. Though the room is filled with excited murmurs and crinkling wrapping paper, you can still make out the quiet conversation between Nancy and her husband.

“Did you hold a pillow over her head?”

“No, Nance.”

“Damn it.”

You tuck your lips into your mouth to stifle a smile.

Eddie pulls out a pair of sneakers from the box: white with a black check mark on the side. He immediately slides them on his feet, wiggling his toes around to ensure enough room. “These are perfect! My old ones were falling apart.”

“We know,” Nancy says wryly as Steve proudly announces, “You said you liked mine, so I got you the same ones.”

“Aww!” Dustin coos, pursing his lips exaggeratedly. “You guys are twins!

Eddie discreetly flips him off before continuing through his stash. Theo and Natalie Harrington made him woven friendship bracelets, which he immediately slid onto his left wrist. When he opens Dustin’s gift, a mug printed with the words “rock ‘n roll” underneath a cartoon rock and dinner roll, Wayne proclaims that it’s even cornier than the ones in the trailer.

Eddie’s face lights up at the present from Max and Lucas—a new Walkman and some heavy metal cassettes.

A pit forms in your stomach: is your gift going to be enough? Will he even like it? Was this whole thing a bad—

“Holy shit.”

You look up to see Eddie staring awestruck at the now-unwrapped present; specifically, the present you got for him. It’s an autographed Metallica poster that you’d spotted at the mall months ago, before his birthday was even a consideration. You’d bought it and kept it safely in your room, waiting for the perfect time to give it to him.

“Sweetheart, this is…” He just shakes his head, blinking misty eyes. “Wow. I, um…thank you,” he finally manages.

Unbeknownst to you, Eddie had seen that same poster just last week. He had Brittany’s shopping bags clutched in his hands when he walked towards the record store.

Kirk Hammett’s signature called to him like a siren.

Eddie was just about ready to pay for it when Brittany marched over, plucking it from his grip and mumbling something about not having room for any more of his stupid music shit.

That had been the end of that.

“You’re welcome,” you say with a small shrug, as if it was nothing at all. “I saw it and immediately thought of you.” That wasn’t too much to say, right? It’s normal to think of someone when you see something you know they’d love, right? Even if that person is your boss?

Once Luke stops scavenging through his father’s presents like one might be hidden there for him, he looks up at his dad with wide, pleading eyes that he most definitely inherited from the man.

“Time for caaaake?”

Eddie snorts and playfully rolls his eyes. A ringed hand comes down to ruffle the little boy’s curls.

“I guess we could have cake now.”

The Munson boys and the Harrington sibling duo cheer in excitement and beat everyone else into the kitchen. All you can hear as the kids disappear into the next room is an I’m okay! from Luke.

Steve taps you on the shoulder as you step over the threshold into the kitchen.

“Hey, could you give me a hand with the cake?” he asks.

“Sure.” You follow Steve over to the refrigerator, silently wondering how many women had actually denied the handsome man anything when he asked in such a smooth voice.

The cake looks delicious as Steve pulls it out of the fridge. Nancy definitely put in some work to make sure it turned out this lovely. The cream cheese frosting is smooth on all sides with delicate piping lining the edge of the rectangular sheet cake. In a beautiful scrawl that is far nicer than your own handwriting, she had written “Happy Birthday Eddie!” in black gel icing.

Steve sets the cake down on the gray granite counter and reaches for a drugstore bag that has a pack of candles and a lighter in it. The two of you work as a team to plug the cake with the multicolored striped sticks and take turns lighting different sides of the cake.

“You got it?” Steve asks as he steps over towards the light switches on the wall.

“Yep,” you assure him as you carefully lift the flaming desert off the counter. Turning around to face the table proves the most difficult part as you slowly spin your body while keeping the cake steady.

Eddie is seated at the table, kids surrounding him on all sides as they clamor about what’s taking so long with the cake. Taking so long? You thought you and Steve worked pretty efficiently together.

“Watch out rugrats,” Dustin says, clapping a hand on Luke’s shoulder and pulling him out of your way.

You give the curly haired man a grateful smile before you slide the cake onto the table right in front of Eddie. As you go to pull your arms away, pale, calloused fingers reach up and rest against your skin for a moment.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Eddie says.

All you did was carry a cake over but you’re more than glad to receive praise from your boss any time that you can.

Steve flips the kitchen lights off and everyone breaks into a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday. Ryan stands right in front of you as you sing, and you rest your hands on his small shoulders.

“Make a wish!” Luke calls from Dustin’s side once the singing ended. He watches as his dad purses his lips, thinking of a wish. The dim lighting in the room may be playing tricks on you, but you could’ve sworn Eddie’s eyes flickered over to you before he took a deep breath and blew out all thirty-something of the candles on the first try.

“Yay!” Luke cheers while everyone else claps. “Whatcha wish for?”

Ryan scoffs and rolls his eyes at his little brother. “He can’t tell you or it won’t come true.”

“For my last birthday I wished for a pet,” Luke says.

“Is that why you dug up the worm in the backyard?” Eddie asks.

“Yep,” Luke announces, a proud smile on his face.

“Wormy Munson is missed,” Ryan says, patting his little brother’s shoulder.

The attention quickly turns from squiggly little pets when Nancy asks the room, “Who wants a piece?”

“Me!” Four children’s hands shoot up at the same time, but Nancy just shakes her head at them.

“Birthday boy gets first crack at it,” she says as she slices a piece and transfers it to a Darth Vader paper plate. Nancy delivers that and a plastic fork to Eddie before returning to the counter to cut slices for the rest of the guests.

When you get your piece of cake, you slip into a seat next to Eddie’s at the table.

“So, carrot cake, huh?” you ask him with a playful smirk on your face.

“Hey, gotta get vegetables into these kids somehow,” Eddie says, reaching behind him to tickle Ryan’s belly. The older boy laughs and moves out of his dad’s reach.

“Broccoli brownies next?” you ask, a shit eating grin on your face before you pop a chunk of cake into your mouth.

“Such a smart ass,” Eddie teases, scooping some of his icing onto his pinky and wiping it off on the tip of your nose. Both boys giggle as you try to reach it with your tongue, trying to stretch it out as far as possible to lick it off. Though the boys found it funny, Eddie had an entirely different feeling wash over him as he watched your tongue snake out to try and lick the white substance off your face. His pants tighten and Eddie shifts in his seat, trying to hide his crotch further beneath the table.

Guests drift in and out of the kitchen with their plates of cake, mingling with one another out in the living room. You offer to collect the paper plates up for the garbage once everyone is done. You’re carrying the stack back towards the kitchen when you hear Steve and Eddie having a conversation in there. It’s pretty clear this is just meant to be between them, but when you hear Steve’s question to his best friend, your feet become glued to the floor.

“Think you’ll finally get lucky tonight since it’s your birthday?”

Eddie snorts. “It doesn’t seem like it.” You can practically picture him nodding his head in the direction of his bedroom where Brittany is probably snoring her ass off as she sleeps off her alcohol. You really hope she has a hangover tomorrow.

“Not what I meant, dude,” Steve replies.

This catches you off guard. Who could Steve possibly be talking about if not Brittany? Does… A sickening thought winds its way through your brain, claws taking hold in those places that are already prone to insecurities. Does Eddie have a girlfriend? It’s not like you would judge him for it after Brittany’s whoring around is common knowledge. But it drives an ice pick through your heart just picturing Eddie with his own awful, evil wife. Knowing he might be with someone who could be kind and caring should comfort you—but it doesn’t. It makes you want to tear your skin off to think of Eddie with anyone else but you. Because if he wasn’t going to be with Brittany, you wanted him to be with you. And if you didn’t even get a chance to show him what the two of you could be together? The idea threatened to destroy you.

“Watch it Harrington,” Eddie answers Steve, his voice low. It’s the closest thing to a warning you’ve ever heard from him.

A familiar toddler’s cry abruptly ends their conversation and your now-agonizing eavesdropping. Eddie shakes his head, giving Steve one last glare as he walks out of the kitchen, and looks over at a wailing Tiffany Mayfield-Sinclair.

Ryan scrunches his face. “Daddy, play her the song!”

“Yeah, play it!” Luke echoes, hands pressed to his ears.

Now you’re intrigued. “What song?”

Eddie sighs. “Boys, I don’t think anyone wants to hear me play—”

“Au contraire,” Dustin butts in with a smirk. He hands Eddie his acoustic guitar, propped up in the corner. “I think we’d all love a little concert.”

Eddie gives you a look that pleads help me out here, but you’re already invested.

“Concert! Concert!” You chant, laughing when the others join in.

He doesn’t say anything, just slips the strap over his shoulder and quickly tunes the guitar.

“If…you’re…happy and you know it, clap your hands!”

Everyone in the room claps twice. Everyone except Tiffany, who is still wailing.

“If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands!”

Same result.

“All right, all right. Let’s skip to a different verse.” Eddie takes in the baby’s squealing form.

“If…you’re…angry and you know it, do a growl.” He lets out the most ridiculous roar you’ve ever heard, and you can’t help but laugh.

From her mother’s arms, Tiffany lets out a roar of her own. Your giggle catches her attention, and she reaches out for you to hold her.

For a moment, Eddie believes his heart is going to implode from the sweet scene in front of him. He wills himself to concentrate on playing, but the sight of you holding a baby girl weakens his resolve. How many times has he daydreamed about you holding his baby girl that he shares with you? Probably too many times on the job for someone who deals with heavy machinery. In his mind she has your hair and his eyes—though he knows she’d probably gets his curls since both boys have them to a degree.

Tiffany bounces in your arms, enraptured in the music. If Eddie plays Old MacDonald, she’ll be mind-blown.

The soft timbre of Eddie’s voice, enthusiastic enough to capture Tiffany’s attention without riling her up, has your heart beating double time. Though you’ve known from the beginning that Eddie plays guitar, this is the first time you actually get to witness it. It’s as sexy as you’ve always imagined—even if he’s only playing nursery rhymes.

“There we go,” Eddie murmurs as whatever had been bothering the little girl seemingly dissipates. He grins at Max and Lucas. “That should buy you about five minutes before the next meltdown.”

Sure enough, the crying starts up again, signaling the party’s end. Hugs are exchanged as everyone clears out; final “happy birthday’s” sent Eddie’s way.

There’s a small tug on your arm just as you’re about to grab your purse. “Can you tuck us into bed?” Ryan asks, eyes wide. Luke’s at his side, nodding in agreement.

“Of course.” Always the babysitter, you think, but you truly enjoy being a part of their lives. The fact that they also enjoy it makes it even better.

The youngest Munson beams at you. “Maybe you can sleep over!”

“Uh, not this time. Sorry, kiddo.”

After teeth have been brushed and bedtime stories have been read, you retreat back to the kitchen. Eddie is clipping open bags of potato chips, and you start to gather any used paper platesto toss in the trash.

“You don’t have to,” Eddie says, gesturing towards the stack of disposable cups in your hand.

You cock your brow and smirk. “Do you really wanna clean all of this by yourself?”

“Fuck no.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He smiles back at you, shaking his head when he notices icing smeared on the back of a kitchen chair. “Should’ve put the boys on clean-up duty” he grunts.

“Then everything would just get shoved under the couch and they’d call it a day,” you point out, and he readily agrees.

Once the floor has been swept and the leftover food has been placed in the refrigerator, you have no valid excuse to stay any longer.

“I should get going,” you say, plucking your keys from your bag and twirling the chain around your forefinger. “I hope you had a good birthday.”

Eddie nods as he walks with you to the front door. He holds it open for you, then follows you out to your car. “Yeah, it was great. Especially your gift. It, um, meant a lot.” A slight rosiness tinges his cheeks, and he pulls you in for a hug.

You return it easily, your arms wrapping around his torso. Both of you hold on a beat longer than necessary, but you can’t seem to pull away.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, breath tickling your ear. He leans in; for a moment, it seems like he’s going to kiss the top of your head, but he takes a step back. Eddie’s done it so many times in his mind before that he almost forgot he doesn’t get to do it in real life. “Get home safe, yeah?”

“I will.” You duck into your car, giving him a small wave before you pull out of the driveway. As you drive, you watch Eddie trudge back into the house from your rearview mirror.

Once he’s inside, he closes the door and breathes out a sigh. He adjusts himself over his pants, painfully aware that he’s half-hard from a simple hug. Looking towards the bedroom he shares with Brittany, he pivots away and beelines towards the Tupperware of cookies you’d made.

Taking a big bite, he chews thoughtfully, delaying the inevitable. If only he could curl up next to you instead of her. He chuckles at the insanity of the idea and takes another bite of cookie.

“Happy fuckin’ birthday to me.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #older!eddie #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #dad!eddie #AYW #AYWS

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steddiejudas · 4 months

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STWG Daily Prompt 1/4/24

Two prompts today *insert jq heart emote here*: Give in, Chill

tags: teasing, masturbating (sort of, it's interrupted lmao)

“Come on already! Give in!”

Steve shoves his shoulder against the door again, one hand on the knob as he furiously rattles it. Maybe if he just twists hard enough it’ll break? Trailer door knobs can’t be that sturdy, right?

He can hear Eddie moaning and grunting on the other side, refusing to open the door, and Steve will be damned if he lets Eddie get another infection because he’s too big of a brat to let Steve help when he’s in pain.

“Munson, I swear to god, if you don’t open this door I will call Nancy and have her come shoot it down!”

Still no answer comes. Steve is starting to panic. What if he popped a stitch again? What if he’s in so much pain he can’t get out of bed? What if he’s under Vecna’s thrall in there? Fighting for his life all alone and Steve could have saved him if he just tried harder to get in.

Muffled only slightly by thin walls, Steve hears something that has him shoving into the door again with renewed vigor.

“Oh fuck, Steve!”

“Okay, just hold on, Eds. I’m coming.”

He throws his shoulder into the door twice more before the wood of the frame splinters with a loud CRACK and he’s in.

Eddie yelps, his head whipping up to the broken down door as Steve rushes in to check him over. He’s wearing headphones and his face is red and sweaty, his breathing heavy like he’s just been broken out of a trance.

“Oh my god, Eddie, are you okay? Did he get to you?” Steve frantically runs his hands over Eddie’s face, checking his temperature for signs of infection, checks his eyes and nose, even his ears for any blood.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie’s eyes are wide as dinner plates, staring back at Steve like he’s a mirage. “Did I make you? Are you real?”

“Eddie– of course I’m real. You sounded hurt and… and you screamed my name. You couldn’t hear me?”

“I– oh. Oh god. You uh, really got tunnel vision, don’t you?”

“I guess? Why–” and Steve finally takes in the scene in front of him. Eddie’s not hurt. He’s far from fucking hurt.

What he is, is naked. And very, very hard.

“I– you… oh.”

“Yeah...”

“Wait, you masturbate with headphones on?” Steve teases, finding levity now that he’s confirmed with his own eyes that Eddie is okay.

“Oh my god. Get out!”

“What were you listening to?”

“Steve.”

“Let me listen.”

“Jesus christ, OUT!” Eddie throws a pillow at Steve’s face, groaning in mortification.

“What does it matter? I can’t exactly close the door behind me.” He chooses mercy though, making his way to the door as he speaks.

“You’re fixing that!” Eddie hollers after him.

“Yeah, yeah, chill. I’ll get to it when you’re finished up here.” he says. He stops to lean against the broken frame. “Oh, and just yell if you, you know, need me again.”

Steve leaves the room with a wink. And if he relishes in Eddie’s stunned expression, cheeks burning bright red, while he waits to see exactly where this is going to go, well that’s his business.

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #18+ minors dni #stwgdailyprompt

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choke-me-joey · 1 year

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***EVENT CLOSED, ALL PROMPTS HAVE BEEN TAKEN***

What tf is it?

Hoe-vember is basically my excuse to write endless amounts of shameless Eddie Munson and/or Joseph Quinn smut blurbs throughout November! They'll be relatively short but if there is demand for longer or continued fics, I may consider it!

How do I get involved?

Simply send me a number from the prompt list below and specify whether you want it written about our boy Eds, or Mr JQ himself! I have anon turned on so if you're shy, it's totally fine!

The rules

Firstly, absolutely NO MINORS are to interact with this event. This will be smut smut smut and nobody under the age of 18 should be reading.

If you don't like, don't read. I know the subject of smut regarding a real life person is a sensitive one, so if you don't agree with my writing, please don't send me hate as it will be ignored. I've given you adequate warning.

I won't write for Eddie AND JQ in a single request. This means your request should be for Eddie OR Joe, not both. These are also reader inserts, so nothing like "prompt 4 for Eddie with Joe" or anything like that, sorry!

Once a prompt has been requested, it will be taken off the list! But you are more than welcome to resubmit a request for a different prompt if yours has already been taken.

Before anyone says it, yes these are the same (or pretty much the same) prompts from my @choke-me-levi 1k event...I'm unoriginal and there's so much potential for some GOOD EM and JQ smut here, so soz.

Have fun! And if you have any questions please just message me!

The prompts - all are now taken!!

1. Fuck a baby into me/I'm gonna fuck a baby into you.

2. It's not gonna suck itself.

3. Shit, I've never come so hard in my life!

4. You're so tight, fuck!

5. You wanna come on my fingers, my tongue, or my cock? How about all of them?

6. Ride me baby, make me come for you.

7. Open your mouth.

8. This pussy belongs to me.

9. Keep going and I'll fuck that shitty/bratty/fucking attitude right out of you.

10. Beg for me.

11. Look how well you're taking me.

12. Suck.

13. Make a mess on me.

14. Let me ruin that pretty face with my cum.

15. Sit on my face.

16. Touch yourself.

17. You feel that? I'm so hard for you.

18. I love you, fuck, I'm so close!

19. Mm, you're so wet. Did I do this to you, baby? Is this all for me?

20. You taste so good.

21. Do you want my cock? Tell me.

22. Fuck, stop teasing me!

23. I'm gonna fuck you so good the whole damn neighbourhood will know my name by the time I'm done with you.

24. You're close aren't you? I can feel it, your pussy is gripping my cock.

25. You're so sexy, but you'd look even better with your mouth around my dick.

26. Keep those eyes on me, beautiful.

27. I'm going to fucking ruin you.

28. I want to watch you/I want you to watch me

29. Bend over, baby.

30. We have to be quiet, can you do that for me, princess?

31. That's so fucking hot, say it again.

32. Guess I'll just have to do it myself.

33. Fuck, I'm gonna come baby, tell me where you want it.

34. Push that ass up for me.

35. You want my attention? Better earn it, baby.

36. You want me to fuck you?

37. Look at yourself, you're so fucking nasty.

38. Let me show you how a real man does it.

39. Get over here.

40. Good girl. Good fucking girl.

41. Fuck, please!

42. I wanna taste you.

43. You've missed me, haven't you? Pretty little pussy is sucking me in.

44. Just shut up and fuck me.

45. I need you so bad, I can't wait, I've gotta have you now.

46. There's no better way to wake up than with your mouth on me.

47. Make me.

48. Spread your legs and let me see that pretty little pussy.

49. Wanna fuck?

50. Are you sure? If we do this, I won't be able to control myself

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson imagine #joseph quinn #eddie munson thirst #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn fanfiction #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you #kats hoevember event

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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i ADORE your oneshots ❤️ could you write something like: you're at a friends party, where you meet JQ (who happens to be a friend of a friend of a friend...). just like everybody else you don't mention that you know Joe/ that he's famous. Later in the evening you begin talking and flirting with him. Make the ending that you think fits (smutty or fluffy, anything's fine)

Omg I adore you anon 🥰 I'm not feeling too good tonight, so I hope my writings up to a high standard for you!

Thank you so much for your request and a huge thank you for your patience in being answered angel x

Warnings: flirty full fluff

Word Count: 2.4k

Not Just A Surprise Party.

It all started with a surprise 30th birthday party for one of your closest friends in the whole world, you'd managed to get out of working your extra hours just to be able to attend and it was something you weren't going to miss for anything. As you and the other guests started to arrive early before the birthday girl made her appearance, all groups mingled in every corner of the room, clinking drinks together and laughing in high spirits, people who your friend had met in all her walks of life with a few acquaintances and plus one's in between.

The moment you were all huddled around the corner, sniggering and shushing one another to be quiet as it was made known quite suddenly that she was in the car park with her sister and mum about to come inside, you were pushed next to the side of a new yet familiar face. "I'm so sorry, I was shoved into you." you whispered as you saw nothing but earthy brown eyes staring back at you, a slight smile rising. "It's no problem, love. Shove me all you want." You both let out a giggle turning to face the front doors, not the time to be flirting. The lights halted, and you were all waiting in complete darkness now. Your friend walked into the room and in an awful unison, you all shouted out "SURPRISE!" Yeah, the real scenes of a surprise party were never like the perfect reactions in the movies.

You all quickly spread back apart, looking to the side of you the mysterious guy had been dragged back by his friends to their table they obtained together. You shook your head from your thoughts and went over to greet your friend in a hug asking all the irrelevant questions she'd probably already been asked by 75% of the people there. 'Were you surprised?!' or 'Did you have an incline at all?'

Champagne bottles were popped by the workers at each table, buffet carts filled with party foods and snacks delivered which were tasty as hell, you all piled your plates high. Whilst in mid conversation with one of your friends at the table, you glanced over to his table, you were still trying to figure out why you recognized him, but you kept it to yourself, but you were caught and looked away quite abruptly when you noticed his gaze was burning right back at you.

Within the next hour and a few glasses of champagne deep, you were practically hauled over to the bar by your girlfriends as they insisted on tequila and plenty of it. 2 shots each to be precise. You all the held the usual routine of licking the salt, taking the shot and sucking the life out of the lime wedge one by one, howling with laughter at each other's reactions; yours was of the course the one that got the most attention by the second when you lent your arm over the bar and almost regurgitated your food back up, heaving so melodramatically. The sounds you were making so loud, it pricked onto the ears of other groups of people too who were pointing and laughing, including the guy who had clearly had a hold on your thoughts and vice versa, specifically now.

Of course, you weren't sick, and you continued to drink like it'd never happened, you just had to get over yourself and the embarrassment first. Another hour passing by through glasses full on the tables and the DJ had eventually started playing the music louder, cheesy banger after cheesy banger, the lights dimmed down now everyone had finished eating and you and your friends were first up on the dancefloor when your excitedly and slightly merry minds were filled with the sounds of one of your favourite pop songs.

You were being watched as you had been pretty much from the moment he laid eyes on you, he'd tried to get as much information out of the people around him that knew of you and was pretty happy on what he received. His friend took notice of the way he watched you dance, twirling around the dance floor and singing your heart out to every song that played. "Mate, if you don't go over and talk to that girl soon, I'm going to do it for you." He pushed his friends arm playfully. "We already talked." he answered bluntly, a smile creeping onto his face mirroring the toothy grin you were showing whilst nailing every lyric. "I mean for more than 5 seconds." He flipped his friend a lone middle finger straight into his eyeline and walked on out of the entrance to light up a cigarette to allow himself to work up some courage and give him time to think on how to approach you at some point again tonight.

His opportunity was arriving in no time - you wandered out of the double doors looking up into the starry night, a cigarette hanging loosely on your lips as you crossed the opening of your denim jacket to hug you tightly as the cold air hit you. You didn't even notice him until you spoke.

"Need a light?"

Your breathing practically stopped as you turned around to see those beautiful brown eyes again, something so magical in them as you watched the sparkle intensify from the reflection of the moonlight.

"Lifesaver." You had a lighter, you just chose to use his instead. He held the lighter up to it, the flame surrounding the end as it set alight and you took a deep breath in, clutching at the cigarette between your fingers and releasing the smoke from your mouth.

"I'm Joe." that adorable little smile you'd seen earlier on was back.

"I'm Y/N."

"Nice to finally be able to put a name to the pretty girl that was 'shoved into me'." He held two fingers up either side of his head making quotations. Pretty.

You laughed and pursed your lips up to him. "I-I was!"

"Then why are you being so defensive about it?" the low chuckle that erupted from his chest which in turn had your stomach feeling like it was doing somersaults, you were acting so guilty over something that did genuinely happen by accident. You argued flirtatiously back and forth until you humoured Joe, pretending that his findings were correct, and you had meant to shove him to make your presence known.

You knew full well of why you had recognised him so much after talking to him outside and being able to get a good look at him long enough, but you never brought it up - no big deal, the flirting and flowing conversation took your mind away from his crazy celebrity status and maybe you'd bring it up another time if you ever spoke to him again after tonight, though it seriously didn't matter; he was just a normal person here at the party just like everybody else.

"Think we can go back in, I'm freezing." Not that he couldn't tell, he just didn't want the moment to end, the relief of nobody bringing up Joe's job up once tonight meant that he could truly be himself and he'd come to feel so at ease with you so quickly, he decided to throw out the first question that came into his head so he could keep you around him a little longer.

"If we go back in, does that mean you'll have a drink with me?"

"I'll think about it."

"I promise it won't be tequila." The subtle hint that he had seen you wretch at the bar before made your mouth fall open into an 'O' shape.

"Y-you saw that?" A mental facepalm moment.

"Oh love, we ALL saw that." He laughed and ushered you back inside before you could reply.

As you entered the warmth, the now extremely crowded dancefloor had your friends lost amongst somewhere in the middle, latching onto Joe's hand as he pulled you around the edges of the people, a few excuse me's yelled in between and straight over to the bar.

"What will your drink of choice be, beautiful?" Again, with the bloody pet names.

"Whatever you're having, I trust you." You don't even know the man, how could you even come out with that, must be the compliment and alcohol fuelled confidence.

Joe ordered two martinis and as he was prompted to pay, you tapped your card onto the machine paying for them both. Joe's head flew back in surprise. Didn't see that one coming.

"Hey! I said I was buying!"

"Just a way of an apology for 'shoving into you' earlier." Your hands reciprocated that of the quotation marks he'd made before.

"You seriously didn't have to do that."

You clinked your glasses together and sipped on your drinks, finding a quieter spot in the corner to enjoy your beverages and each other's company; a short-lived moment when one of your friends rushed over. "Hi Y/N and um guy I don't know. Dance. Now!" Joe shot a hand up to wiggle a wave at her as she pulled on your hand, stretching your arm out and you took a deep sigh internally. You hovered your face falling back to Joe and nodded your head to the dancefloor. "Fuck it, why not." You gave in pulling your weight down onto the chair and rose to your feet, grabbing at Joe's hand and pulling him up behind you to bring him along, leaving the drinks behind.

You made your way into the middle of the dance floor where you found the rest of your group and introduced them all to Joe. It was safe to say that Joe's dance moves were nothing short of hilarious, he was trying his best to sing every word he possibly could remember to the songs playing. The fact he was clearly not in the slightest bit phased by being a little chaotic in front of your friends, the certainty that he was doing all of this just to be around you was electrifying. The song ended and he uttered a smile so sweet and so personal at you that you couldn't quite stop the eruption of butterflies fluttering around your heart unanimously.

The cords of the next song began to play in slow motion, the Killers classic of Mr Brightside earnt a huge squeal from everyone in the crowd, an absolute drinking favourite. As the first verse started, you watched Joe as he mastered the lyrics, throwing his head back and hands in the air loving every moment, the bridge to the song had him intertwining his fingers with yours and raising your arm to follow his and the chorus saw you both jumping in unison together, not so much singing anymore but squawking right at each other, living for the moment completely.

As the song ended, Joe's friend had spotted him and launched himself onto his back without warning, you let go of his hand and began to bark laughter at the silliness you were witnessing when he turned around to hug his friend, delighted to be reunited after a short time. "You still crashing at mine mate, you'd better bid farewell unless you're planning on pulling her?"

Joe's brows furrowed at his friend, shaking his head mildly in a silent mutter of basically telling him to shut the fuck up before you heard anything. It was a fact to Joe that he was not the type of person to throw himself at someone when he'd only just met them, but he was instantly enamoured with you and it was hard not to consider it.

Your friend had noticed Joe's attention had been taken elsewhere by his and twirled you round to continue dancing, leaning forward into your ear she gave you the home truth you were already fully aware of "He's fucking gorgeous Y/N and don't pretend that you're not crushing because it's not like you to just randomly make an effort with a guy this much." You pulled the same face at her as Joe had previously just pulled at his friend.

Another interruption had you leaning your head back to find the face that had consumed your eyesight for the majority of the evening. "Can I talk to you for one second?"

Your friend listened in and leaned in-between you. "Make it quick, she's mine and I don't share my best friend well."

"I promise she'll be back to you soon."

Joe offered you his hand, hollered goodbye to your friends as he pulled you back into the cold night.

"One more before I go?"

Your heart sank at the realisation of him leaving, it was now or never, and you knew exactly what you wanted but you decided to wait till the very last minute to see what came of the moment.

You pulled out a cigarette from the packet and he lit both of them.

"This party turned out to be pretty good after all." Joe said shyly looking down at the ground and then slowly back to you.

"After all? You didn't expect it to be?"

"Not until this girl fell into me unexpectedly and had me gawking at her, then when we got talking, I got to find that she is as beautiful inside as she is out."

You moved closer to one another as you simultaneously took a drag from your smokes. "Oh, I heard about her; I think she likes you too."

"So, she won't mind if I-"

You'd had enough of the small talk, reaching your hand back so you didn't burn him with your cigarette, you met your other hand with his cheek, it stung a little at the warmth held on it, but the excitement overuled it, it remained there when your lips met his, slowly kissing into him as he returned it, only using his spare hand to pull you in closer by your waist.

The kiss was short but sweet and you pulled away, the familiar smile's that were once small, beamed.

"You think I can get your number?" Joe's voice hitched as he nervously popped the question.

"Only if you promise to call me tomorrow."

"Tomorrow's too long away, but I promise I'll text you as soon as I get home." He paused for a second, using any confidence he'd got left to let you know his deepest desire. "I'd love to see you again Y/N."

Joe passed you his phone after you flicked the butt of your cigarette away and tapped in your number, adding yourself to his contacts, passing it him back as he shot a look down to it. The contact information was open, and the name read 'Pretty Girl ❤' you'd not forgotten what he had said before in a hurry.

"Then ask me?" your eyes clashed a final time.

"Tomorrow to soon?"

"Tomorrow's perfect."

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memes-saved-me · 1 year

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I'm not surprised they're livid about Eddie having a female love interest when they literally tried to ruin Grace's life and career and harassed her to no end over her AND JQ shipping Eddie and Chrissy. Of course they'll hate a fictional women, they hate real women too

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wardlow · 4 months

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IM LITERALLY DEAD… MY BRAIN IS NUMB… HE IS SO FUCKING HANDSOME IN PERSON, HE SMELLS SO GOOD… 💀💀💀💀💀 HES SO SWEET. HE TOLD ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY. 😩😩😩😩😩

#jq in real life #timo meier #jq talks hockey

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powderblueblood · 2 months

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where did the rumor about jq doing coke come from? i’m so out of the loop 😭

I think someone in the tag said he was looking a bit cokey at the BAFTAs afters which cmere likely place for that to happen. I too would want to be a bit cokey at the BAFTAs afters. My issue is people are acting like saying such a thing is an attack on his reputation as a “cow eyed grandpa” when in real actual life cunt is a lad from south London in his 30s working in the entertainment industry, who gives a shite or a fuck if he’s on the ol bag at the BAFTAs afters I cannot emphasise this enough

Kill the cop in your head!!!!!!

#powder room talk #anonymous

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oneforthemunny · 6 days

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Uh so my best friend on here blocked me because I said I didn't care for Chrissy's actress. No personal issue with her, no drama, I just dont know anything about her. I got called a woman hater and an asshole and got blocked.

I??? Good for her shes working and making moves i just dont care??? No hate to her, I just dont care?? Like I think JQ is hot but I also don't give a fuck what he does in his personal time???

Am I crazy???

no and i think this obsession people have with celebrities is kinda bizarre. like i love jq, will support him, but i’m not going out of my way to dwell in his personal life bc… it’s his personal life???

people forget these celebrities they put on pedestals are real people. not deities. they’ll make mistakes, they’ll disappoint you, and that’s ok bc they’re human. they’re also entitled to privacy.

i’ve noticed in this fandom, especially with jq, there’s this very possessive nature over him and it teeters on being invasive. idk if it was me, i’d be pissed i’d probably call them out and publically humiliate them fans or not (if you’re being a lunatic like that you’re not a fan btw) 😭😭 that’s why it’s not me lmao.

but no, I don’t think you did anything wrong. I think as much as it hurts your feelings, it was probably for the best. I don’t think any actor or anyone really associated in joe’s life or career should be dragged or talked bad about. I also don’t think that saying “oh i don’t really know them like that likes their character but that’s it” should not illicit that kind of response. that shit is so insane to me.

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks

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jess-moloney-malarkey · 29 days

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A quote from the other blog:

"Malarkey brought up Grace’s Instagram to deflect from having to answer a question she didn’t have an answer to."

From what I read, you answered the others blog's question and then added one of your own.

As for this Grace/JQ IG discussion:

"The reason Joseph not following Jess is relevant is because he’d have to have met her too and Jamie was well known to be good friends with him at some point (possibly even now) you’d think if Jess was so great they’d follow each other."

I don't follow all my partner's co-workers on social media, just a few I got to know best. Is that scandalous???

What is of note, however, is that Grace and Jamie seem like good friends (she called him for advice during the SAG strike), and they spent time together at the most recent Con. That Grace & Jess are still friendly as well indicates that reports of trouble in J & J paradise may be greatly exaggerated.

...I literally answered the question I got?? lol if they just don't like my answer then that's not surprising, but I did respond to the questions asked before asking my own question. :)

And oof, like I keep saying, the focus on social media activity as some sort of crystal ball into the genuine innerworkings of relationships and activities of people IRL, using it as some kind of gotcha point, is truly ridiculous to me. It's obsessive. Social media is not real life.

#jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jess moloney #asks i obviously sent myself :)

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eddiesxangel · 2 months

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I had a dream where i kept accidentally bumping into jq at multiple different places in a mall and he thought i was stalking him when i just wanted to find a ramen restaurant

Made me feel like a creep when i didnt do anything wrong 😭

“Just wanted to find the Ramen restaurant” 😩😩😩ok real

my dream :

My old dance teacher I had my whole life closed her studio last year so in my dream she has moved to LA with her husband (who’s a professional comedian irl) and my best friend was in a play they were producing and so was JQ. So I was invited to watch them rehearse, and he was there but he was dressed as Eddie? But then he was also dressed normal in costume? I keep standing at him bc duh… and then he walked up and stood beside me AND THEN I WOKE UP I’m so mad

#tj’s mailbox #all aboard the delulu train

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ms-moonlight-inn · 2 months

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Weekly Tag Wednesday (V-Day Edition) Sunday

Hey, here I am, late again. 😁 So this week’s tag game I was tagged by my lovelies @jrooc & @lingy910y

name: Late For Dinner

where the heck are ya? The armpit of America aka upper New England

do you believe in love at first sight? So yes, I believe it's possible, but highly improbable. I believe that deep connection can be felt immediately, but that's the kind of shit that needs to be built upon.

do you believe in soulmates? Okay, kinda yes, but again that's the kind of thing that needs to be built up.

what’s a song you’ve been loving?

Can't get this shit out of my head lately.

youtube

how about a show you’ve been loving?

Will Trent

youtube

your ultimate otp: Gallavich

your comfort book: I recently finished reading Boyfriend Material, so that's been on my mind lately. I think a lot about books that I've read in the past, but the only one I've ever reread a lot was RWRB.

a fan work you adore (fic, art, manip, etc — tag the creator!): Gosh, recently I've been thinking about JQ's "In Real Life" a lot. It's a quirky little story that did not get the attention it deserves, unfortunately. And I'm obsessed with the way she ended it. Its final chapter is a social media post!

a trope that captures your heart: hurt/comfort, especially when it's emotional hurt 🥺

favorite candy: favorites are lemon heads candies, but really anything sour is good. 🍋

dark chocolate or white chocolate? neither

romance novels or thrillers? Both. Sometimes at the same time 😆

pink or red? I like hot pink and black as a combination. And then red sometimes, too. I guess that's to say that I don't have a strong preference either way.

and finally, spread some love! share words of encouragement, a positive message, or say something kind to yourself—it’s up to you!