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I've been MIA and I'm sorry there is just so much that has been going on in my personal life. Saturday I have a funeral for a friend of my sisters who killed herself. As much as I don't want to go to the funeral home that we used for my dad I will go for my sister.

I had to quit my job for a reason I don't feel comfortable talking about, but I promise to post more. I've started so many things, but I've had a hard time sitting ling enough to finish them

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the saga continues 🎃

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*Steve absolutely verbally eviscerating someone who was mean to the party*

Eddie: children avert your eyes

The party: wtf why?

Eddie already too busy kissing Steve like his life depends on it

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hands, that’s all

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*obsessed with a toxic character who doesn't own a phone or have an email address* i can fax him

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dream blunt rotation but they can rotate me fr 😩

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Dissociation vs Overstimulation

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The worst part about Liam Payne dying is that people are posting about “the switch up is crazy”

Like no. He was an abuser and made horrible decisions, but nobody wanted him to die. He was getting hate for an INCREDIBLY valid reason, but we all recognized that he needed mental and physical help. He needed to go to rehab. He needed to get away from drugs and alcohol and improve upon himself away from the public. No one wanted him to die.

We’re not mourning the life of an abuser, we are mourning the part of him that we adored and looked up to for a massive part of our childhood/ teenage years. He was a huge part of how I was introduced to my love of music. And yes, he did horrible things and made horrible decisions and over the last few years has been anything but admirable, but none of us wanted this.

Maya didn’t want this. And everyone saying that it’s her fault can actually go burn in hell. She likely already blames herself enough. She likely already wishes she hadn’t spoken up about it out of the guilt that she likely feels. You guys commenting all over the socials about how this is her fault and “are you happy now?” Are actually horrible people.

A 7 year old boy just lost his father. A woman just lost her long term boyfriend. Two parents just lost their son. Several young children just lost their uncle. Show some fucking respect. Joking about it and hating on people who had nothing to do with what happened is not doing anything but twist the knife for the people who this has ACTUALLY effected.

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Makeup, an Eddie Munson blurb by @cremeve, 18+ mdni

warnings: mild fluff, smut (fingering, implications of oral)

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“Easy on the lids, sweetheart.”

“It’s just eyeliner, Eddie. Besides, you’re gonna look really hot.”

Eddie had agreed to let you do his makeup for a Corroded Coffin show tonight and it took so much convincing. With Eddie being a thrash guy you only begged him to try a glam look just once. He hated it at first but he thinks he’d wear anything you wanted if it meant being this close to his girl.

“You said I was sexy with drool on my mouth this morning.” He pouts playfully.

“You were! And you’re gonna be even hotter on stage with this.” You grin and show him the makeup in the handheld mirror.

“Fuckin’ hell….” He stares at himself, blinking rapidly as if the eyeliner would just fall off. Those pretty lashes fluttering against his cheekbones.

“Do you like it?”

He smiles and lifts you into his lap and you waste no time to straddle him.

“You always manage to make me feel a thousand times better, baby.” He brings your knuckles to his plush lips with a gentle kiss.

“You look great, Eddie. You always do.”

“Yeah and now I look even better thanks to you.” He grins and holds your waist, calloused fingers rubbing in the most gentle motion on your hip. “Gonna blow you a kiss on stage tonight.”

“How romantic.” You tease and he lets out a soft chuckle.

“The boys are definitely gonna tease me for being a sap for my girl but you know what? They’re single virgins and i’m the lucky bastard with the gorgeous girlfriend. So a kiss, my lady, shall receive.”

“Why wait for the stage?” You grin and cup his face. He smirks and gives your ass a soft squeeze.

“You read my mind.” He pulls you closer by your jaw and plants a kiss onto your lips. Gentle and yet so eager to do more, to taste you more like always. You waste no time tangling your fingers in his hair as a few pecks grow into a bit of a makeout session.

“Mm… Eddie wait.” You pull back. “We’ll ruin your makeup.”

“Can’t you just redo it? You’re the master after all.” He rubs under your shirt on your tummy. Any excuse to touch his girl in any way he can.

“But we have to leave in ten minutes, babe. Can’t be late, we still have to pick up Gareth.”

“Then that’s ten minutes I can spend loving on you.” He sits up and kisses you. “Please? It’s already bad enough I can’t get you until after the show.” He keeps kissing your neck, teeth grazing against a vein. His fingers drift to your thighs, trailing higher under your skirt.

“I hate you.” You try to fight off a grin. He takes it as a yes and kisses you again. You kiss him and he pulls a gasp from you when he palms you.

“Oh fuck..”

He smirks. “I knew my girl needed me.” He presses his palm into you more. “You’re ruining your new panties, sweetheart.”

You smile and look at him, already dazing off. Eddie’s touch always shuts your brain off from anything else. “The whole makeup thing is turning me on.”

“Yeah?” He slips his fingers between your panties and pulls them to the side. “How do you want me, huh?” He kisses your neck as his pointer and middle collect your slick, drawing it up to your clit.

You manage to speak through a shaky moan. “Need you to fuck me.” You grip his shoulders.

“Lots of ways to fuck you. Gotta be more specific, baby.” He slides his fingers into your soaking cunt and moans at the feeling of you clenching around them.

“Yes! Please more, Eddie!” You toss your head back and he wraps his free hand around your neck. He gives a gentle squeeze and his rings chill your veins.

“So pretty. Let me make you feel good.” He latches those soft lips to your neck. Sucking, licking, biting, whatever he can as he marks you up.

“So good, Eddie.” You roll your hips and it makes him moan. You wish you could keep the sound on replay.

“Want you to cum for me baby. You know I love how loud you get for me.” He sucks that sweet spot between your ear and neck, causing you to clench around his fingers. The lewd squelching fills the room. “Such a good pussy baby.”

His filthy mouth competes with the feeling of a third finger stretching you out. You whimper something so desperate you would find it embarrassing but you can’t. You won’t. Not with Eddie looking at you like this. Beautiful dark brown eyes staring into yours. He’s always focused on how good he’s making you feel.

“So close, baby.” You moan and lean in to kiss him. You moan into each other’s mouths and he takes that as a sign. Keeping his pace but he circles your clit with his thumb, ripping a whimper from your lips to his throat.

“That’s it, baby. Cum on these fingers. Let me hear you scream for me.”

“Eddie i’m coming! Oh fuck-“

And within seconds Eddie’s ripping a well deserved orgasm from you. Your eyelids flutter and he moans at the sight and feeling of you soaking his hand. His fingers are still moving to help you draw out the high. Once your legs are shaking he slows down and stops his fingers.

He plants a soft kiss to your forehead. “So good baby. That’s my girl.” He pulls his fingers out of you, wasting no time to bring them to his lips to taste you. “Oh fuck.”

You smile as you come back to your senses. “You’re so good at that. Never fails.” You kiss him to share the taste and he moans. When you pull back he laughs. “What?”

“So worried about my makeup you forgot about your own.” He smiles and hands you the mirror. Smudged eyeliner from your eyes tearing up. Happened around the time when he inserted that third finger. You giggle and pull back.

“Yeah? You’re quite the mess too.” You nod at the stain on his jeans.

“Well it’s your mess, sweetheart.” He quips and stands. A noticeable bulge straining his stained jeans. But now it’s time to go. He reaches for his other pair of jeans.

“I’ll just redo it in the car. You know, after I take care of you.”

He smirks. “You sure?”

“Since when does Eddie Munson turn down road head?”

He pulls on his other jeans and walks up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Not turning it down. Just don’t want your makeup ruined again.”

You kiss him. “Come on. It’ll be your preview for after the show.”

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i am not a fic writer lol. but it was 2am and i was having thoughts about my metal boyfriend. thanks for reading. 💋⛓️🖤

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Happy spooky month, everyone!! 🎃👻🦇

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Saw this and had to share it! Guys… this is totally us!!!

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I absolutely love this

Don't want to miss a thing

An Eddie Munson one-shot.

Inspired by an anon ask for daddy Eddie!

warnings: female reader, baby teething, fluff, references to Flight of Icarus (Eddie's mother's name)

You were awakened to a shrill cry from the other room and sighed tiredly.

You loved being a mom and loved your daughter more than anything but waking up every other hour in the middle of the night wasn’t at the top of the list of the things you loved about it.

Your daughter, Lizzie, was teething and only fell asleep out of pure exhaustion and as soon as she had slept enough to be able to feel the irritation in her gums again she woke up and screamed.

You carefully untangled yourself from Eddie, whom was sleeping soundly on the other side of you, a protective arm over your waist, his nose all but buried in your hair.

Silently you walked into your daughter’s room, seeing her little face screwed up in frustration, as she chewed on her lip to get rid of the itching ache in her mouth.

”Come on, I know what’s better,” you said as you lifted her into your arms.

She looks so much like Eddie, flew through your mind, for probably the thousandth time, as you kissed Lizzie’s forehead. She was the spitting image of him – Robin had even commented, ”were you even present at conception, Y/N?” when the whole gang came and visited you at the hospital after you had given birth.

Her eyes may have been blue when she was born, as most newborns, but they gradually darkened to Eddie’s chocolate shade after just a couple of months. Her hair was dark, the same color as Eddie’s, and already curly, and she had his smile, the shape of his eyebrows.

She had your nose, though, and you supposed you should be grateful for that, to at least have her resemble you in some degree. You and Eddie had decided to name her Elizabeth, after Eddie’s mother. Elizabeth Arwen – the last one from Eddie’s favorite book series, Lord of the Rings. He had been ready to beg to get you to agree but in your opinion it was a pretty and unique name, so you happily went along with it.

You carried Lizzie with you to the kitchen and took out a pacifier from the freezer, warming it up by putting it into your own mouth at first, so it wouldn’t be completely frozen through, and then offered it to your daughter. She willingly opened her mouth and sighed in contentment when the chill eased the ache in her gums.

”There, that’s better, hmm?” you cooed and swayed with her, even though you couldn’t suppress a big yawn.

”I can take her if you want to sleep,” you heard a voice say behind you and almost jumped from the fright.

”Jesus, Eddie,” you said, voice full of laughter. ”Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

Eddie snorted. He was dressed in his worn plaid pajama pants, bare chested, hair all tousled from sleep. Even though you were drained to the bone, you still felt your heart flutter at the sight of him.

”Come on, baby,” Eddie said again, ”you deserve some sleep, you’ve had to do most of the lifting all this time.”

That was true. Since you were on maternity leave and Eddie worked shifts at the car shop you had resigned yourself to take most of the burden when Lizzie woke at night.

”But what about work?” you wondered, bouncing your daughter on your hip.

”I’ve got some vacation days saved up. They’ll just be happy if I don’t use them all during the summer, when everyone else does. I could use a day to just be with my two favorite girls. ”

You nodded, warmth welling up inside you from his statement, and finally passed Lizzie over to him. She smiled at the sight of her dad, hands immediately going to his long hair, wanting to play with it.  You smiled too, seeing your beloved daughter with the love of your life.

”I’ll take her to her room, see if I can make her fall back asleep,” Eddie told you, stroking Lizzie’s back, as you turned around to go to your own bedroom.

You crawled into bed with a sigh, closing your eyes. Sleep was almost upon you when you heard a low, melodic sound penetrating the mist of slumber.

” I could stay awake just to hear you breathin'

Watch you smile while you are sleepin'

While you're far away and dreaming

I could spend my life in this sweet surrender

I could stay lost in this moment forever

Where every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure.”

Eddie. He was singing to Lizze.

His voice was low, it was obvious he was singing to soothe her into sleep, but it was still clear enough that you could hear him, making out the words. It brought tears to your eyes.

”Don't wanna close my eyes, I don't wanna fall asleep

'Cause I'd miss you, babe

And I don't wanna miss a thing

'Cause even when I dream of you

The sweetest dream would never do

I'd still miss you, babe

And I don't wanna miss a thing.”

Lizzie was remarkably quiet – either she had fallen back asleep or she was as transfixed by her daddy’s voice as you were.

Your tiredness  forgotten, you got out of bed and padded down to Lizzie’s room, seeing Eddie sitting in the rocking chair with Lizzie in his arms, looking down into her eyes, eyes that were a complete copy of his.

“Lying close to you, feelin' your heart beating

And I'm wonderin' what you're dreamin'

Wonderin' if it's me you're seein'

Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together

And I just wanna stay with you

In this moment forever

Forever and ever.”

Lizzie was awake, you saw, but she was blinking repeatedly, as if she was fighting sleep, not wanting to miss the soothing sound of her dad singing to her.

Eddie looked up and saw you standing there. ”Honey? I thought you were asleep?”

”I was about to, but then something so beautiful called me over here,” you gently teased him. ”And this sight... it was worth it. I guess I’m like you – I don’t want to miss a thing.”

Eddie smiled, the most beautiful smile in the world, you thought, at least until your daughter had smiled at you for the first time. But then again, her smile was Eddie’s, so go figure.

Eddie continued the song, Lizzie’s eyes finally closing, her intense sucking and chewing on the pacifier slowing down as her breathing evened out.

Eddie whispered-sang as he got up from the rocking chair and carefully placed Lizzie back in her crib.

You wrapped your arms around Eddie’s middle, resting your chin against his arm as you two stood, watching your sleeping daughter.

“He has a point,” Eddie whispered as he pulled you tightly against him.

“Who?”

“Steven Tyler. The sweetest dream can’t possible match up to this.”

You couldn’t help but giggle quietly. Trust Eddie to be able to make a rock reference. But oh, how you loved him for it.

“No, I suppose that’s true. I really don’t want to miss a single thing with her. Or you.

“The feeling is mutual, baby,” Eddie promised you as you two quietly walked out of your daughter’s room and back to your own.

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Fic where the plant where Wayne works is near a park where steve would play or some other place baby Abandoned Steve would Loiter

So Wayne got into the habit of checking on Steve when he got off work or was heading to work

And Wayne talks about "checking on his little buddy" to Eddie when Eddie comes to live with him which Eddie assumes is like a stray dog or something

Cue to high school years when Wayne comes home like "eddie! I saw my little buddy today" it's been years since there's been a Little Buddy Sighting Report from Wayne so eddie is fully ready to coo and positively reinforce this.

Wayne says something like "he was a little banged up so I brought him home. I started the crock pot earlier so we should have plenty of supper"

Eddie gears up to great an old fucked up dog but instead Wayne moves out of the doorway and Steve Harrington, looking like he went ten rounds against a meat grinder, walks in behind him looking way more pathetic the dog ever could have.