#⤷ eddie munson; main verse

[livwritesstuff]

lol tiktok dropped *that* modern family scene on my fyp and i couldn’t help myself

“Ugh, god, Moe, just go away!” Steve heard one of his children yell from upstairs. It’s quickly followed by a bedroom door slamming, and then the telltale sniffling of one of his other children beginning to cry.

“The hell…” Eddie mumbled from his spot on the couch beside Steve, “Was that Hazel?” 

Steve didn’t answer immediately because these days, in the year of 2020, Moe isn’t typically a crier and Hazel certainly isn’t prone to yelling. Only when…

“Pop,” Robbie frantically interrupts his train of thought, “Have you seen my glasses? I’ve been looking for ages.”

Steve and Eddie turn toward their daughter to see that Robbie’s big tortoise-shell frames are already resting on the bridge of her nose.

Steve can only look at her while Eddie manages to say, “You try looking in the mirror, babe?”

Robbie’s hand flies to her face and immediately collides with her glasses.

“Shut up,” she mutters, even though both he and Eddie are wisely choosing to not react, and as she stalks away, Steve tips his head up to the ceiling.

“Ah, shit.”

Eddie looks at him, and a split-second later Steve sees recognition dawn on his husband’s face.

“You don’t think…”

Steve only gives a slow, blank-faced nod.

“Has that…has this ever happened before?”

“Don’t think so.”

"Is that," Eddie paused, shaking his head, "I thought it was a myth, the whole..."

"It is," Steve replies.

"Jesus Christ, so this is just our fucking luck, then?"

"Yep," he nods again.

Eddie looks at him, taking one of Steve's hands in both of his own and gripping it with a tight desperation.

“Steve. What the fuck are we supposed to do?”

“Uh, move, I think. We have to move, right? Like, this is their house now.”

[soughthopeoldd]

Chrissy couldn’t wait any longer, making herself comfortable between Eddie’s legs on her knees, and wasting no time to wrap her hand at the base of his cock to stroke him nice and slow to full length. Leaning in, her tongue swiped at the head to lick off the precum before wrapping her lips completely around him, taking him in nice and slow, moaning with blown out eyes drinking in his reaction. (happy sinday teehee)

His tongue rolls over his lips before his teeth sink in. Chrissy looked devout between his legs, like looking at god, something he'd never ask to be viewed as but perhaps if it were her ... his legs go separate ways, wide and out of the way. He balances on the palm behind that sunk into the mattress. She had him weak for her. Desperate to stay here, in her mouth, under her gaze, in her presence but the tease it's cruel.

" Chrissy, ", his mouth opens, a sweet gasp let out from her slooooow descent. " Mercy ... have mercy on me. Can't you see how much ... I ... need .... you? ", his tone is sweet, pleading, a hand outstretched, flat against her cheek.

" You wouldn't make me beg, would you? That wouldn't make me happy and you wanna make me happy don't you? ", asked but he had his own answer, one that makes him smirk. " Or are you looking to be punished? Should I just take what I wish? " That hand curves around her head and pushes her down lower. " And see... ", his head rolls back, a moan settling in his mouth. " How much you can take. Will you make me proud? ", he presses down, lower, and lower still all the way to the end, pubic hair nearing her pretty lips.

[theha1rarch]

@hcartofnovocaine asked: 💋 ( steve + eddie )

( the first five asks to send the emoji get a kiss ) (2/5)

"mmm, good morning, baby." steve greets softly where he's wrapped up in bed with his boyfriend, not even hesitating as he leans in to press his lips to eddie's. he lets the kiss linger for a moment before deciding to pull away, it's still rather early in the morning, after all, both of them still pretty freshly woken up. not to mention it's only a matter of time before robin is banging on the door, bitching at them to come help her with breakfast. best to not get too carried away. "how'd you sleep?"

[thechaosmuses]

Steve knew he hadn't been the only one to notice that Eddie had suddenly started to isolate himself from the group but to him it didn't seem like anyone was doing enough to check on their friend. That was how Steve ended up at the door of the new Munson trailer, knocking on it before he had the chance to talk himself out of going home. Wayne had answered the door, not Eddie, and let the Harrington boy in on his way out, telling him to remind Eddie to lock up when Steve left. After telling Wayne goodbye and that he would remind Eddie he knocked on the door of his bedroom, tapping his fingers against his side as he waited for him to answer it. Once he did the words on Steve's mind came tumbling out before he had a chance to think them over.

Steve could only stare back at Eddie and hold his breath as he waited for him to either let him in or kick him out. When he finally moved away from the door and over to his bed to let Steve in he let that breath out as quietly as he could before stepping into the room. He shut the door behind him and moved closer to Eddie, just barely catching his whispered words as he did. Steve sat down next to him, giving him a soft smile before he spoke. "I'm here for you, Eddie.. Just.. Tell me what's going on and I'll try and make it better."

@thechaosmuses asked; "I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends. I was sort’ve hoping you needed me. is that selfish?” steve

Eddie had been isolating himself, he hadn't even fully realised he'd done it, but he had and now Steve was stood at his bedroom door after Wayne let him in on his way off to work. Even Wayne had noticed something was up with Eddie with how he was choosing to stay alone in the new trailer at night given how much he'd tried to avoid it since everything happened.

Eddie had puffed his cheeks up in defiance when Steve insisted he wasn't trying to baby him, but the second half caught him off guard and he just, stared at Steve for a moment. Steve seemed to genuinely care, out of the group he was the main one reaching out to him, checking on him... he gave in and moved over to his bed, allowing him to enter his room. "I might need you," he spoke quietly, barely above a whisper.

[ladykailitha]

A Holly, Jolly Harrington Christmas

Hello and welcome to my Christmas AUvent Calendar! Every day from now until the 24th I will be posting a ficlet that is 500-1500 from an AU I've done over the years.

All stories will be marked with the tag #12 aus of christmas so you can follow along as I will only be tagging my permanent list for this (it would get too confusing otherwise).

The next one on our list is: The Reunion verse. You can read the story here. All links will be to the first chapter, but the chapter itself will have links to the rest of the story.

Thanks to @bookworm0690 for help with the title.

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 5 Day 6

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The newly blended Munson/Harrington clan was experiencing the Christmas holiday for the first time.

Edie knew to sit back and watch the chaos. Harri and Eddie did not. She braced for the sonic blast that was about to occur in three, two, one...

“What?!!” Steve squawked. “You guys didn’t do Christmas? But how? Why?”

Harri and Eddie shared a glance and then Eddie just shrugged. “Jai was Muslim and I prefer Halloween. You don’t get mocked for Santa bringing you socks instead of toys when it’s a candy free for all.”

Steve blinked at them in confusion and then tilted his head to side. Edie hid a smile behind her glass of chocolate milk. She always thought her dad looked like a puppy when he did that.

Apparently so did Eddie.

“Oh, no,” he whispered. “The puppy dog eyes.” He turned to Harri. “What have we done?”

“Buckle up, buckaroos!” Edie said cheerfully. “Dad’s going to give you two a crash course in Christmas cheer. He’s almost militant about it.”

“I am not militant,” Steve huffed, putting his hands on his hips. “Just very well organized.”

Edie turned to the Munson boys. “Santa wishes he was as organized as Dad, and the fat little elf has magic.”

~

Eddie realized all too quickly that Edie had absolutely undersold the militant aspect of the Christmas mania that overtaken their home. They had decided to move in Eddie’s place (so he wouldn’t have to rebuild his ridiculous setup regarding the identity of Harri’s surrogate mom. They had told him after the wedding to forestall any meltdowns, but Harri had taken it like a champ and understood why there was so much secrecy.

But Eddie was digressing and his spouse was decorating. It had started innocent enough when he put up the first tree in their main hallway. Then second went up in Steve’s office, in the corner of the room. Then the third one went up in the family room. And this one was the presents and for everyone to decorate. Not the other two. Those were just centerpieces.

Steve scoffed when he brought it up. “You mean like the ten foot skeleton that was there only two months ago? Or the dragon that was on top of the house? Like those decorations, my love?”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment. So, yes. The Munsons had gone all out for Halloween. “Point taken, sweetheart. I will bow to your superior knowledge in this regard.”

Steve nodded smugly. Eddie should have known what was coming next. But he was woefully unprepared.

The train set went up complete with a ceramic Christmas village and its residents. It had working lights on the houses, street lights, and even traffic lights. Eddie had asked Dustin how it all worked.

“Fuck if I know, dude,” Dustin said, “by all rights it shouldn’t. Only Steve in his bumbling way could create such a mess of wires and connections that somehow feedback on each other and still fucking work.”

Eddie looked over at his husband with new appreciation. Because yeah, only Stevie.

Then he learned that there were two Christmas parties. One for the company which was not mandatory, but Steve went all puppy dog eyes and it might as well had been. And the other was the friend and family party.

According to Jeff who had gone to these the last couple of years, was the party. Like Steve hired a Santa Claus to pass out gifts, the food was catered, full professionally tended bar, the works. If Eddie thought the charity gala was obscene, this was that on crack.

The office Christmas party was a blast. Eddie spent most of the time learning new swear words in ASL from Steve’s secretary, Vanessa until her husband Nate dragged her away to meet someone in his department.

Then he spent the rest of the time teaching Dustin the new swears.

Then the day of the Christmas party arrived. And there weren’t as many people as Eddie thought there were going to be. He thought it would be wall to wall with stars like the gala and their wedding reception. But no. It was just friends.

But make no mistake the intimacy of the party did not make it any less grand. In fact, Eddie would have gone as far as to say it made it more intimate.

Eddie slipped his arm around Steve waist and pressed a gentle kiss to his neck. “This has been fun, sweetheart. Thank you.”

Steve flushed with pride. “You’re welcome. I hope Harri is having a good first Christmas.”

“Oh yeah,” Eddie said with a grin. He pointed at his son dancing goofily with his friends. “I don’t think I’ve seen him this happy.”

And then as if called Harri came bounding up to them all smiles. “This is the best holiday ever! Thanks Steve!” He hugged Steve tight.

“You’re welcome, Harri,” Steve said warmly.

Then Harri left the way he came, practically vibrating with joy.

“Betrayal by my own flesh and blood!” Eddie gasped clutching his chest.

Steve shook his head. “As though you don’t have Edie hook, line and sinker for Halloween.”

Eddie looked at Steve for a moment. “Did our children get swapped at birth? Because that is the only explanation.”

Steve just shook his head. This year was the best Christmas he had since his divorce, because Eddie and Harri were apart of it now. And that’s what made it the best holiday ever.

~

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[strangerthingsbigbang]

Title: Hidden Treasure

Author: Medusapelagia Artist: Mothellie and Arbed's Ghost Beta: Manu K (main beta reader) and Suo (smut parts) Characters: Billy Hargrove, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Karen Wheeler, Neil Hargrove, Billy Hargrove's Mother, Robin Buckley, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Murray Bauman, Martin Brenner, Jeff (Stranger Things), Andy (Stranger Things), Jonathan Byers, Will Byers,Bob Newby (Stranger Things), Henry Creel | One | Vecna, Chrissy Cunningham, Jason Carver Relationship(s): Billy Hargrove/Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Joyce Byers/Jim "Chief" Hopper, Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington Warnings: mention of domestic violence, robbery, violence, murders, gun violence, omegas are seen as inferior, knotting, no mpreg, rejection sickness Rating: Explicit Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Denial of Feelings, Feelings Realization, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Wordcount: 64,283 Summary:

In an omegaverse world, the alpha Billy Hargrove, captain of the pirate ship the Golden Lion, is traveling with his lover and second in command, the beta Eddie Munson, and their crew, raiding every merchant ship they can get their hands on. One day during one of their attacks, they stumble on a pretty beta boy who’s trying to get back to London, paying for his journey with golden jewels. Why is Steve, the pretty boy, so desperate to get to London quickly? Is he running from something? But the more important question is: is he really a beta or not?

Hidden Treasure by Medusapelagia

art masterpost by mothellie

[gerrystamour]

AO3★Main

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[m0llygunn]

candy curse (eddie munson x fem!reader)

summary: like a grim curse, each and every halloween night you are doomed to the worst of belly aches... noble hearted as always, eddie works his own magic to soothe your woes

cw: candy overconsumption; no comments made by eddie (or anyone) about how much candy reader has eaten, candy being 'bad', or negative talk about eating; fluff; comfort. an: the summary makes it sound like smut but its not its just candy lol wc: 1.8k

This isn’t the first time you’ve done this. Not by a long shot. 

If truth be told, you are well versed in the Halloween candy belly aches– so well versed that it seems nearly impossible for you not to do it. Every year, belly ache after belly ache, you still remain none the wiser. There is nothing that anybody could say or do that could prevent this yearly occurrence, and Eddie is well aware of that.

“Think that’s it for the trick or treaters tonight,” he says exuding the confidence of a veteran candy-giver-outer. 

Passing from the kitchen to the front door, he locks the deadbolt, switching the front porch light out. He’s not wrong though, the last group of trick or treaters must have been an hour ago. It’s safe to say the night is yours and Eddie’s now.

“That was fun!” you sing excitedly. 

Normally the party goers, this year you both decided subdued was the move, and subdued meant handing out candy at Eddie's place for the very first time. Veteran candy-giver-outers you are not, but it was cozy and cute seeing all the kiddies parade in their costumes with Eddie. It felt like domesticity at its peak and you can only hope to see more of it in your futures. 

He crosses the living room towards the couch, aiming to sit next to you, but just nearly knocks his knee on the coffee table. The slight breeze of his close call sends a red coloured wrapper sailing to the carpeted floor, but neither of you bother with it just yet. Instead, he sits, handing you a glass of water that you didn't ask for but appreciate all the more. 

“I didn't know so many kids lived in the trailer park these days," you say, eyes following him as he settles next to you.

“Oh yeah,” he says with a chortled emphasis. “So many. Arguably too many,” he jokes. 

Taking a sip of the water, you set it down on the coffee table before leaning into Eddie. You lay your front against his side, resting your chin on his chest, tilting your face up to look at him. He meets your gaze, encouraging your closeness with arms that wrap around you, jetting out his lips— silently asking for a kiss. You close the distance without a second thought. 

It’s a chaste thing, just a peck, but he pulls back with amused eyes and a widened smile as he licks his lips. 

“You taste sweet,” he says. 

“Yeah?” you ask, licking your own lips. He’s not wrong.

He licks his lips a second time, brow inquisitively quirking upwards. “Skittles or starburst?” he questions.

Grin wide as can be, “both,” you reply. He returns your flashy smile with mirth, shaking his head. 

“Is that why you’re so sweet?” Boo. Corny and he knows it too with the way his smile pulls to the side, entirely too boyish, entirely too cute for you to call him out for it. 

The stream of cult classic horror that has been the background noise of the evening becomes the main event as you both lazy away the rest of the night. After a few minutes of silent watching and tooth rotting cuddling, the black plastic cauldron at the front door begs for your attention. All of the shimmery and shiny contents— the dragon's wealth of mini chocolate treats and the witch's hoard of chewy colorful candy, it calls for you. 

Eddie’s grip around your shoulders loosens as you slide from your spot next to him. Rolling off the couch, just barely falling to your feet, and quickly pushing up to a stance in a less than eloquent maneuver, he laughs softly as your lack of poise… or maybe he just knows what you're up to. 

In a scurry, not unlike a wild creature of the night, you dash to the front door, grabbing the thin handle of the cauldron and claiming your goods. Eddie smiles at you, eyes beaming with what you hope is adoration.

“Bring it here then. We worked hard for that,” he says, motioning his head for you to come back, patting your seat with a heavy hand. 

“Worked so hard,” you sigh through your giggle. “Seeing all of those adorable kids dressed up in cutesy costumes. Absolutely exhausting,” you continue, making Eddie laugh. Plopping back down on the couch you situate the cauldron to fit snugly between yours and Eddie’s thighs.

Like a couple of eager witches brewing the potion of the century, you and Eddie excitedly stir your hands through the cauldron, faces tilting downwards as you riffle for your pick of the metaphorical poison. 

You, a fun-size twix bar, him, a mini box of milk duds, it’s all plastic crinkles and sticky teeth between the two of you. And of course, you can’t stop at just one. The marvelous collection of candy is far too enticing to not have more. Not to mention, it really is just plain addicting. 

Brain rotting from the movie, you don’t even have the opportunity to notice how much candy you’ve eaten— especially when Eddie got up halfway through your milk-chocolate-candy-malt massacre and took all of the garbage with him. On his quick trip to the kitchen to get you a refill of water and himself a beer, he took all the physical proof of how much candy was consumed with him. At least if you saw the proof, maybe you would have gotten the hint to take it easy… or maybe you're just making excuses…

You truly had no idea how much chocolate and candy you had eaten until you felt the first sickly feeling in your stomach. Fortunately, it passed after a few minutes. Nothing a little water couldn’t fix— you made sure to drink lots. 

Some more time had passed and you kept watching the movie. Eddie, the most thoughtful, cuddly companion, had offered you half of his Kit Kat, and you couldn’t say no. Then, to your demise, he opened a full sized package of pop rocks, pouring way too much of it in your mouth and the rest into his. The two of you crackled and popped together, giggling and laughing. What an image it must have been— the two of you huddled around the cauldron still, cackling like witches over the magic of pop rocks. 

Gulping water like it’s anti-poison, you still felt relatively fine— the excitement of the night's little idiosyncrasies serving as the greatest magic circle, protecting you from yourself. 

Unfortunately, as the night dwindled and the clock struck beyond midnight, you hadn’t stopped at the pop rocks. Possessed by the ghosts of Halloween, you went in for another twix, half a box of milk duds, some more skittles, and the devil knows what else. 

You wish you could say it hit you all at once, but it was slow coming and your hand in the cauldron of candy was relentless. Eventually it was too much and you moved the cauldron to the coffee table, tapping out for the night. To say your stomach hurt was an understatement. 

In the agony of your belly ache, you bit by bit began to take over the couch, sprawling yourself over Eddie in the process. First it was simply stretching your limbs out in an attempt to alleviate the overbearing pain in your tummy, then it was a little more than that as you leaned further and further into Eddie’s side. He had accommodated you, absentmindedly scooching over so you had more space for your body to stretch out and your legs to hang over the arm of the couch. He welcomed your head into his lap, running a hand over your forehead, petting down your hair. 

Embarrassment kept you from saying anything. Every year you do this, and every year you swear up and down that it's the last. It never is, but that doesn't stop you from pretending. You put on your best brave face, but when you accidentally let out a low, zombie-like groan, Eddie looks down at you. Concern precedes his features, but amusement doesn't linger too far behind.  

“Sore belly?” he asks. You can tell he's doing his best to hold back his smile to spare your feelings but the effort clearly isn't good because the corners of his lips still turn up. 

You nod weakly, embarrassment gone with the wind. “Why didn’t you stop me?” you groan. He brings his palm to the side of your face, rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone.

“It’s tradition,” he says fondly. He's not making fun of you… but he's making fun of you.

“It’s a bad tradition,” you say with a pained whine. His amusement in the matter takes over, and his good health is taunting. Totally ache free, he smiles widely at you.

“I don’t know…” he starts, eyes twinkling in a loving tease. “I always come out of it looking pretty good ‘cause I get to rub your belly and kiss you better.” 

Pouting out your lip, you frown at him, focusing all your dwindling energy into pinching your brows. He tilts his face to the side, pouting his own lip out— mocking you. 

“Eddie,” you whine, weakly lifting your arm to swat at him. He laughs, grabbing your arm and pressing a kiss to your wrist before setting it back down to your side. 

“Well, think of it this way, at least it's just candy this year. Not candy and alcohol,’ he says, raising a brow. 

Entirely unhelpful because it's entirely true— and does absolutely nothing to get rid of your belly ache. It also doesn't help that he still looks beyond pleased with himself, and you— you continue to live in envy of him for not feeling an identical wrath to the one simmering in your poor, poor tummy. 

“We’ll see how good you look when I throw up pop rocks all over you,” you mumble, cuddling closer to him, closing your eyes to help ease the pain.

“My poor baby,” he laughs. Leaning downwards, he presses a kiss to the edge of your forehead. 

“Rub my tummy please,” you ask pitifully. 

“Course,” he replies. A warm, flattened palm finds its way to your stomach, rubbing gentle circles, helping you relax, banishing the ache with each tender loving pass of his hand.

What a dreadful thing to be hexed with. Like a spell casted, damning you year after year for the rest of your life, a haunting belly ache, each and every Halloween. Jinxed by your own foolishness.

Not even a kiss from your true love could save you… you have to admit, it does help though. If you have to live with this terrible, horrible curse, you’re absolutely bewitched to have Eddie’s kisses, cuddles, and belly rubs to get you through it. 

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happy halloween ty! <3

[sp0o0kylights]

Idk if you're still taking submissions from the WIP game, but if so, I would definitely be interested in a snippet for 20.

20! This is Hungry, the main werewolf AU I have. Outside of my big fics (in terms of word length--Cults and Illustrated) I have the most snippets for Hungry, but its so all over the place lol.

This is not A/B/O, this is a werewolf verse similar to Patricia Briggs/Ilona Andrews type of werewolves. As with the others, it may get a LOT of the editing axe lol.

Snippet:

Steve woke with a groan, feeling like he’d been hit by a car.

Again. 

“Do I want to know what happened?” He muttered, though it was mostly to his own wolf, as the details of the earlier morning slowly filtered through his memories.  

Like many werewolves, his wolf was a part of him, but often operated almost like it was a purely separate being. 

This was due to the drastic differences between wolf and human lives, with the human portion having more problems adjusting to their combined form than the blunt way wolves did. It let werewolves feel like they could “talk” to their other half, though the actual magic was far more complex than that.

Steve didn’t particularly care for complexities and so, just went with the basic explanation of things. 

It suited him and his wolf just fine. 

Eddie was passed next to him, head pillowed on Steve's chest, face tucked into his neck. A glance showed Jonathan was blinking awake behind Eddie, curled up into a tight ball the same way he always slept. 

This meant Steve got to watch the sheer joy that was Eddie Munson’s curls tickling Jonathan Byers’ nose, the latter sneezing himself into full awareness. 

“Shut up Steve.” He grumbled when he finally stopped, Steve desperately trying to silence his snickering so that they didn’t wake Eddie. 

::I’d tell you to make me, Byer’s, but I don’t need to give Eddie ideas.:: Steve said it over the packbond between them, making the conversation both private and silent, so as to not wake their sleeping member. 

He waggled his eyebrows though, just to see the face it made Jonathan make. 

(He got an amazing eye roll in response, the both of them pretending Jonathan wasn’t trying to hide a smile. )

He studied their newest member while for a while, chewing absently on his lower lip as he did so, and Steve let him take his time.

Wasn't in the mood to rush things, after the close call they'd had back in the kitchen.

:: I like him.:: Jonathan said finally, sounding quiet even when he talked in a way that didn’t involve his voice at all. ::I don’t know what Hop said to him or why, but from what I’ve seen, he’s well suited to being our Second.:: 

Second as in, the official Second in Command of the Pack, as in Nancy’s replacement, something Steve agreed wholeheartedly with. 

Nancy tried, bless her. She did. Didn’t do a bad job either, it was just that….

Steve thought of how pinched her face got when all six children sprung one of their hair brained  schemes on the Pack, how she made strangling motions at Mike’s back when she thought no one could see her. 

It was hilarious, and meant in good fun, but it also was a reminder that when it came to wrangling all their younger members, Eddie was far superior both in ability to direct and lead them. 

(Bonus, they actually cared about Eddie’s approval and opinion.)

[munsons-hellfire]

Chapter 1: Everything All At Once

SUMMARY: You're set to perform a duet single (a new take on Lover Of Mine) with 5 Seconds of Summer, as well as a song from your album that was released three months ago. While back stage you have a run in with lead singer and guitarist of Corroded Coffin Eddie Munson, and things take an interesting turn after the award show.

PAIRINGS: Older!Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Pop Singer!Fem!Reader

PART 1 IN THE RUIN MY LIFE SERIES

CONTENT WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+ MDNI, Age Gap ( Reader is 30, Eddie is 44, smut, language, fingering (f receiving), oral (f and m receiving), unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it), aftercare, smut with a plot,

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a new series and another Eddie series. I adore Eddie and love him with all my heart. This series is heavily inpisired by Ruin My Life by Zara Larsson. I was listening to it one day, so I put it on repeat and just go the idea for this series. This is a reminder that I do not own any songs that are mentioned in here unless stated otherwise. I have never been capable of coming up with my own lyrics but there will be a few songs that are completely written by me (they'll make an appearance later). If you'd like to be tagged in this series let me know.

WORD COUNT: 4.4K Words

RUIN MY LIFE SERIES MASTERLIST

It was the night of the 2023 MTV Video Music Awards. You were backstage getting ready to go on stage to perform a few songs with 5 Seconds Of Summer. The main song would be a newly released song of "Ghost Of You", it hit home with you and when you were contacted about the song you couldn't turn down the offer to perform the song. Your fiancé would've been so proud of where you had gotten.

You had your microphone ready to go in your hand, it was mixed with blue, red, and some pink. The blue and pink were your mother and father's favorite colors. And the red was in honor of your fiancé, it was his favorite color. Before you were set to go on and perform you had won a MTV award for Best New Artist. And you were honestly still shocked.

If it hadn't been for your parents and your fiancé, you wouldn't be here right now. The three of them had always supported your dreams to be a singer, to tour the world and just have fun while doing it. Unfortunately your fiancé couldn't be here, he passed away 9 years ago today as it turned out. And what was once a sad day each year you now had something that made the pain just a little better.

You started to make it big shortly after you had turned 30 and now you were here about to sing in front of a large crowd. Then you'd be leaving in a few weeks to start your World Tour for your new album that was as personal as it would ever be. A lot of the songs had to do with a lot of recent events whereas a few of them were about your parents and growing up.

The songs that remained were about your fiancé. While everyone speculated who those songs were about you hadn't really stated who they were about. You still weren't open to the idea of talking about your dead fiancé. Though one of the songs about him you would be singing tonight after you sang Ghost Of You. Then it would switch back to another song you had recorded with 5SOS.

Afterwards it would switch over to a few verses from one of your most popular songs from your album. It was written about the support you had received from your parents and fiancé. That song had been the one to get you discovered in the first place so it had to be on the album. It was titled Thank you, the title alone basically spoke for itself.

When doing the album you re-recorded the song and now here you were, all because of that song. Then you'd switch into a few verses and you would end off with a song that had been written about your fiancé. It was going to be a bittersweet moment for sure, being able to perform it on the day of the anniversary.

You were somewhat happy to be at an award show rather than moping around like you did over the previous 8 years since his death. You shook your hands in the air to get the jitters out of your body. You had done only a few small shows that had been leading up to this moment. But this award show would be your first time on a stage like this in front of a lot of people. So the jitters were expected of course.

"Someone's nervous." The voice of an older man ran through your ears. You looked over your shoulder to see the infamous rockstar, the lead singer and guitarist of Corroded Coffin, Eddie Munson walking up to you.

A soft but nervous smile graced your lips. "First time singing on a stage this big in front of a lot of people." You clarified even though you knew he didn't need the clarification.

Eddie had been in your shoes a long time ago, so he was familiar with the nerves. It also helped that you knew exactly who Eddie Munson was, he was a certified bad boy through the 90s and 00s. He was all over the place and a certain mess. He seemed to get a little better after the birth of his kids in 2004.

They were twins, he had a boy named Beau Munson and a daughter named Blair Munson. He had his twins with his wife whom he's been separated from for well over a year and is currently in the process of a nasty divorce brought forth by his ex-wife Heather (you assumed that she was trying to go after some of the money he had).

But you hoped that Eddie had been smart and made the woman sign a prenup before they had gotten married. You also knew that his son and daughter opted not to follow in his footsteps, they were both going to college. They had publicly stated what paths they had chosen for themselves.

Beau was studying to be a doctor, hopefully a Neurosurgeon. Meanwhile Blair was studying to be a Cosmetologist, she loved styling hair and coloring it. Eddie’s kids were nothing like him and it made you wonder how a certified bad boy who had two kids could be so different from their father. But then again your parents had expected you to follow in their footsteps before they saw your love for writing music and performing. So you really couldn’t judge the Munson siblings.

Eddie walked closer to you, the space between the two of you was closed off. “How about after you perform and I perform we get out of here and head back to my place?” Eddie had a smirk on his face as he asked the question and his warm brown eyes stared down at you.

You were new to the industry but you still knew enough to know what happens around here. “If you’re trying to get your dick wet you’re gonna have to try a little harder than that, maybe please me a little. A girl has needs you know.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I know what needs you got and I can show you exactly how I can take care of those needs.”

Your thighs clenched together after his words slammed into your ears. The smirk he had on his face only grew as he watched your reaction. He was getting you right where he wanted you. Before anything more could be said between you and Eddie, Luke came running up behind you, picking you up and spinning you around. You released a fit of giggles.

“You ready, pop star?” Like questions, a smile on his lips. You glanced over at Eddie for a brief moment, watching the smirk turn to a glare as he stared at you and Luke.

“Yes, I’m ready.” You breathed out, he set you down and you adjusted the strap on your left shoulder that connected to your outfit.

“Remember, just like we practiced. You’ll do great.”

You gave him a nod as he walked onto the stage. You gripped your microphone just a smidge tighter then looked over at Eddie. “Break a leg out there, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Eddie. I’ll be around afterwards if you can find me.” A smirk graced your lips.

“Challenge accepted.” Eddie whispered as you walked out onto the stage following behind Luke. You wanted to say something else to him but instead you internally thanked your fiancé for sending Eddie your way.

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After you had gone on to perform you waited backstage, staying hidden but still in eye sight of the stage so you could get the full experience of watching Eddie Munson perform on the stage live in person. Sometimes you noticed that he would turn slightly off stage to look for you but you would move out of sight so he couldn’t see you. Overall you were having a blast playing this game with him.

As the award show came to a close you walked out of the building. The air felt nice and cooled you off a lot more than the fans were at a high enough setting and weren’t keeping you cool. You still felt hot, though maybe it was because you had been dreaming about what a night with Eddie Munson would look like. You heard that he was good in bed but you honestly just wanted to know for yourself.

“Whatcha lookin’ at sweetheart?” Eddie whispered in your ear when he came up behind you. You felt the heat rising to your cheeks.

“Just the stars, though you can’t see much.” You answered, turning slightly to look back at the older man. He had a soft smile on his face as he stared down at you.

“I can show you the stars.” There was a devious smirk that fell into his plump lips, you couldn’t help but smile at the comment.

“So we’d be skipping the after party?” In truth you didn’t want to go to it, you were never one to party and that wasn’t suddenly going to change because you were popular.

“Unless you want to go of course.”

“No, I think I’m good.” Eddie held his hand out to you and you took it in yours. Once he had a hold he took you to his car where the driver was waiting. The two of you climbed into the car and were heading to his place. “Can I ask you a question?”

“As long as it’s not about my kids, or the ex.” There was a coldness in his voice when he mentioned his ex. You shook your head.

“No, it’s not. I don’t like to pry too much into people. Why are you interested in me? I mean no offense but you’re for sure a fuck boy so are you lookin’ to add me to your list or whatever?” Before Eddie had met his wife and had kids he was a notorious fuck boy, having sex with anyone that wanted him. But after his wife he had mellowed out and even though he hadn’t been with her for a year he hadn’t gone to sleep with someone until he saw you.

“No list, I’m not like that anymore. I heard that version of Ghost of You on the radio, my daughter was listenin’ to it. Honestly your voice was just really appealing and I wanted to know what it sounded like in the bedroom. I want to know what your moans sound like, I want to know everything that your body does.” He leaned closer to you, his nose gently brushing your ear. He smiled triumphantly when you clenched your thighs together just because of his words. He really had an effect on you. Eddie placed his hand down on your thigh and slowly moved it towards your center. “We still have a bit of a drive.”

“What do you want to do then?” You asked, eyes on him.

“What do you want me to do?”

He watched as your small hand wrapped around his wrist and pulled it closer to the place where you desired him to touch. The smirk that he had on his face never left his face as he gently placed his fingers over your clothed core. You cursed yourself for deciding to wear pants for the after show that you knew you’d never go to. But that didn’t seem to stop the rockstar’s mission. He eyed you as he moved his hand up to your button and unbuttoned them.

His hand slipped into your pants and panties, his calloused fingers came in contact with your clit. Slowly he starts to rub your clit in circular motions. A soft whimper leaves your mouth as you throw your head back towards the headrest. The first five years after your fiancé passed you hadn’t been with anyone sexually. But afterwards you were with plenty, but no one had compared to your fiancé, at least until Eddie. He replaced his fingers with his thumb and continued to circle your clit, while his fingers moved down towards your center.

You moaned when Eddie inserted two of his fingers. Once again he started soft, but the more you moaned and called out his name his pace quickened. A third finger was added and you were in Heaven at the feeling of his large fingers inside you.

“Fuck.” You moaned your heading moving towards his shoulder to lean on it.

“You like that, sweetheart? You like my fingers inside you?” You could only nod, you felt your orgasm quickly approaching from just the pace his fingers were going. Eddie could feel how close you were to cumming on his fingers. “I can’t wait to have you on my cock, you’re gonna be so fuckin’ tight.” He felt you clench around his fingers at the mention. “Gonna make you cum so hard, but first I gotta get this first orgasm from you baby.”

Those words did it, seconds after he had spoken you were a moaning mess as you came on his fingers. You close your eyes trying to come back from a mind blowing orgasm on just his fingers. When you finally did open your eyes again, you looked up at Eddie who was licking your release from his fingers.

“Mm, you taste good.” He said after removing his fingers from his mouth. Eddie closed whatever space was left between you two and placed his lips on yours. You could taste yourself on his lips but you weren’t complaining. The two of you broke apart when the car finally came to a stop. “Time to take it inside, sweetheart.”

“Good.” You replied. A smile graced your lips as you followed behind the rockstar not bothering to button your pants back up given that they’d be coming off shortly. You followed after Eddie quickly, when he made it to the front door he unlocked it quickly and pulled you inside with him. Once inside Eddie pushed you back up against the front door and smashed his lips to yours kissing you roughly.

Eddie pushed his tongue out past his lips and towards yours, when he met your lips you opened them but you weren’t going down easy. Both of you were fighting for dominance in the kiss. But Eddie eventually overpowered you, he moved his hands down your body, his hand slipping underneath your shirt. Then he pinched your skin causing you to gasp and allowing him to win the battle.

The rockstar moved his hand from your shirt and moved it down to your thighs giving them a tap. You understood what he was doing and jumped up. Eddie caught you and turned around once your legs were wrapped around his waist. He moved quickly across the floor and up the steps heading to his bedroom. When you two made it to his bedroom he pushed through the door and kicked it closed.

Then he moved to his bed and threw you onto it, his touch leaving your body. A whimper left your mouth at the loss of his touch.

“Aw my poor baby, missin’ me already cupcake?” A new pet name but still having the same affect on you as the other ones did. Eddie smirks when he sees it pull a reaction from you. Before you could reply to the older man he was on his bed and hovering over you. He placed his lips back on you, pulling you into another searing kiss. Then he pulled away from your swollen lips and placed them on your neck.

Eddie sucked some of your skin into his mouth, then he released your skin with a pop. Eddie moved further down your chest kissing between your breast, the only skin really showing from your shirt other than your neck. He wrapped his tattooed fingers around the waistband of your pants and underwear and pulled them down your legs as quickly as he could. You watched through hooded eyes as he threw them to the floor and moved towards your center. The metalhead let his tongue out, he started from the bottom licking a long strip to the top to meet your clit. A moan left your mouth.

He pulled back, a smirk on his face as he looked up at you. “I can’t get enough of you, sweetheart. I think I could stay down here forever.” He said, brown eyes still on you. Seconds later you watched him lower his head down between your legs. His lips found home on your clit, he started sucking on it while two of his fingers played with your hole. You moaned again when he slipped in one of his fingers, then added another one.

“Fuck.” You breathed out, throwing your head back into Eddie’s pillow. He smiled and continued to suck your clit. Eddie pulled back, pushing his tongue out and flicking your clit. You felt his fingers curl inside you as he moved them at a faster pace. You could hear the squelching sound as his fingers pushed in and out of you. Eventually he added a third finger inside you, a whimper escaped your lips as he stretched it but felt amazing.

You were close to your second orgasm of the night and Eddie hadn’t even gotten his cock inside you yet. “That’s it, cum on my fingers.” You moaned again, feeling your orgasm hit you again. Eddie pulled back from your clit and slowly removed his fingers from your cunt. Eddie leaned up on his knees, while you watched him lick your slick off them. When you finally managed to come back down from your high you smirked at the man who kneeled in front of you.

“My turn.” You whispered. He watched as you crawled towards him, gripped his shoulders and pushed him back onto his bed. Your hands found their way to his pants and he unbuckled the buckle and button. Your fingers wrapped onto his pants and boxers and you quickly pulled them off throwing them somewhere in the room. You looked back at Eddie’s cock, your mouth falling open. You moved your hand forward wrapping it around his length. He gasped at your soft touch. You placed your fingers at the top of his head and smeared the beads of precum around his cock. Slowly you moved your hand up and down his length, leaning forward you pushed your tongue out and licked a long strip from the base of his cock to the top of his head.

Eddie moaned, staring at you with hooded eyes. “Jesus Christ, baby.” You smiled at the older man, you placed your lips around the head of his cock and lowered down onto him. Eddie’s hands moved to your hair grabbing onto it and moving it out of the way so he could watch you stuff your mouth full of his cock. Your nose touched the hair on his pelvis when you reached it. Eddie watched in amazement as you bobbed your head up and down his length. He was getting close but he didn’t want to cum down your throat not at first anyway. “Wait, wait.” Eddie called out.

“What?” You asked, when you pulled off his cock.

“I would love nothin’ more than to cum down your throat but I need to be inside you right now.” Eddie picked himself up from his bed and removed his shirt. You followed behind him pulling off your shirt and then unclipping your bra to discard them. Eddie flipped you around, a giggle leaving your mouth and something Eddie instantly knew he wanted to hear every day. He hovered over you.

His mouth moved down and took a nipple into your mouth he sucked on it, another moan escaping your mouth, this one different then the last one. Eddie grabbed a hold of his cock as he pulled back from your nipple. He spread the tip of his head through your folds, getting your slick on the tip of his head. Eddie lowered his cock down to your hole and looked up at you. You saw the look on his face and even though he had once been a fuck boy he seemed to had turned into a gentle man.

“Are you?” Eddie went to ask but you were quick to cut him off.

“I'm on birth control and I promise I’m clean.” You answered. He gave a nod of his head.

“I am too, in case you wanted to know. I just want to make sure you feel safe.”

“Eddie.” You breathed out, cupping his face with your hands. He stared into your eyes, it was clear to you that you might have been the first person he’s been with since his wife. “I feel so safe with you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want any of that.” Before Eddie had a chance to reply to you, you lifted your head up from the pillow and kissed him. He kissed you back of course, his lips soft on yours. When you pulled back you stared into his brown eyes. “Now, fuck me, please. I need to feel you inside me.”

“Beg me again, princess.” You could tell this was turning him on.

“Fuck. Me. Please.” The words came out quickly but sharp.

The two of you moaned when you felt Eddie slip his length inside you. “You feel so good, sweetheart.” Eddie lowered his head down in between your neck as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Eddie gives you a few seconds to adjust to the size of his cock. Your walls are warm and wet and continue to suck him in. When you finally send a nod to Eddie he pulls his body back and slams back into you. Eddie stretches you out, as he continues to pull out and slam back into you. “Your pussy was made for me.”

You moaned loudly, “fuck, Eddie.” He smiles at you as he picks up his pace slamming his hips into yours. The sound of moans and skin slapping on skin is the only thing that can be heard in the room. “Feels so good.” You babbled, getting lost in feeling him inside you. Eddie looked down where the two of you were connected and watched as your pussy sucked him back in again and again every time he pulled back.

“Gettin’ close, sweets?” Eddie asked eyes back on you. You nodded your head, too blissed out to use words. “Aw, look at that, got you all cockdrunk don’t I?” You gave Eddie another nod, just as another moan escaped your lips. He smirked and placed his lips on yours, kissing you passionately. You kissed Eddie back, the metalhead could feel you gripping his cock. “That’s it baby, cum on my cock.”

“Fuck.” You breathed out. Eddie moved his thumb down in between the two of you. It fell on your clit and started rubbing it at a fast pace. “M’ gonna cum.” You cried out.

You released a high pitched moan as you came on Eddie’s cock. You gripped him tightly, Eddie gripped his hand on your hip as his thrusts became sloppy. You were seeing stars like he had promised, and with you having hit your release he fell right behind you. His cum squirted inside you, filling you up. Eddie collapsed on top of you. Gently he removed his cock from inside you, you whimpered when he pulled out leaving you empty.

Eddie watched as his cum fell down onto his bed. He stood up and walked into the bathroom grabbing a cloth and a glass of water. He walked back into the room and set the glass down on the table. You watched with hooded eyes as he cleaned in between you. He threw the cloth near the closet and grabbed the water, handing it over to you. You thanked him and took a gulp of it. When you were finished you placed it down on the dresser and stood up walking over to the bathroom.

Eddie moved around his room grabbing some clothes for you to wear. He wasn’t about to kick you out, though you were certain he was going to because he had done it with people he slept with in the past so you assumed you were no different. When you came back out you looked around for your clothes.

“I guess I should probably get going.” You looked at Eddie, he was standing over by the window with a cigarette hanging on his lips.

“Why are you trying to leave?” Eddie asked, he put the cigarette out and walked over to you, pulling your naked body into him. This didn’t make sense to you in the least.

“I just thought that you’d, you know, want me to leave.”

“Nonsense, sweetheart. I have some clothes you can wear, you’re gonna stay here tonight in my room. If you wanna leave in the morning then you can.”

“Okay.” You smiled at Eddie, watching him smile back at you, the crickles around his eyes getting bigger. Eddie pulled away from you and grabbed a shirt and a pair of his boxers. You slipped into them and climbed into the bed with Eddie following behind you. Once the two of you were under the covers you found yourself being wrapped up in his arms, something you hadn’t truly experienced since your fiance had passed away. “I had a fiance.” You said, you weren’t sure why you were telling Eddie but you wanted him to know.

“Had?” He questioned. The older man watched you turn in his arms to look up at him.

“He passed away 9 years ago today.” You paused thinking of the next words carefully. You didn’t want to scare him off with the next bit of information but for some reason you felt that Eddie wasn’t going to go anywhere. “Before you walked up to me backstage I had asked him to send someone my way, who he thought would be good for me. I’m not saying this to scare you, I'm saying this to thank you, even if you don’t want anything after this night, thank you for allowing me to have something truly good.”

Eddie didn’t say anything, he just stared down at you. His old self would’ve been terrified for something like this. But now, he could see forever with you and he wasn’t quite ready to let that go. His grip on you tightened and he pulled you into his tattooed chest.

“I don’t want to let this go, whatever it is.” You smiled softly, nuzzling your face further into his chest. Eventually the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms.

TAGS: @inhumanssxx @eddiemunsons80sbaby

[a-strange-inkling]

If it were up to you ( one of the best hellcheer fanfiction writer) what would you fix or change about the fight of Icarus?

Aw shux, that’s high praise! I really don’t think I’m worthy of that, but thank you 🤍

Oh God… what a laundry list 😆 read at your own risk below (I think I’ve finally run out of things to say about this book and will be moving on now 😅)

I’m going to be honest, the best way fo fix it would be to not write a book. Point blank. If I was involved with the show at all I would have NEVER written a book about Eddie in any official capacity. I don’t know if the author was aware of just how unhinged certain parts of his fanbase are (I’m sure she is now) but you’re not going to make anyone happy with this. Eddie’s ridiculously popular yes, I get it, but part of his appeal for people was how untouched his background was.

Flight of Icarus is kind of a mess plot wise with pretty weak/poor characterizations. There’s some good elements and scenes in it. It’s not bad, but it’s not great either. It’s pretty mid. I mean books based on tv shows aren’t exactly known for their… luster. It’s obviously going to lack the passion of an unpaid fanfic writer who has spent endless hours watching season 4 and doing in-depth research and analysis for their work… but that’s what we’re all used to. That’s our standard. So it’s kind of already set up for failure.

But, if I was in charge of a book like this, here’s some of the things I would do differently:

I’d have picked ONE main plot to focus on because there is way too much going on in these 280 pages for me to have the time to be invested or care about anything. There’s like three plus storylines going on with Eddie all to push ONE narrative which is basically him choosing between risking everything for a fantasy/dream of fame and money or staying true to himself and what’s real which is the steadfast loyalty of his friends and family. This takes the form of Al vs Wayne, Paige vs Ronnie, LA vs Hawkins, solo career vs band/hellfire, dropping out to try to become a rockstar vs being the first Munson to graduate, who Eddie wants to be vs who he truly is deep down.

It’s just too much.

I’d have taken a little more time making Eddie three dimensional. I know he’s a side character, but a lot of heart and thought went into creating him (at least on Joe’s end). I’d have made more conscious choices for his character, especially if he’s narrating in first person (I would have not used first person). His outer dialog is great (the dialog throughout the whole thing is actually really great, you can tell the author’s a screen writer and it’s one of the stronger elements to the book) but his inner monologue is pretty ooc and at times really off. He lacks a lot of the things that drew people to him in the first place or it’s just not as strongly presented I guess. He doesn’t feel fully formed.

If I was going to give Eddie a love interest (I don’t know why you would do that to yourself at this point, his fanbase is volatile at best and either ships him with Steve, Chrissy, or themselves, no one is going to like it) I’d have given her WAY better writing than an immersive wattpad character with little to no character traits outside of her aesthetic and interests which is an alternative style and liking music. Wow. Groundbreaking. I would have her make decisions based on a fully formed personality verses the convenience of the plot. And if not, if she’s going to be a means to an end, I’d at least go all in and make her wild or evil or a total bitch or conniving or funny or grumpy or goofy or something. She’s not given enough focus or time to be well rounded so I’d just have fun and go batshit crazy with her (don’t worry Paige, you’re mine now and I will give you an actual character and vindication).

Eddie choosing between his dad and Wayne would have probably been the plot I picked to focus on and I would have really dived into that. The good, bad and the ugly of the Munson family. Because Al (that would not be his name btw 🤢) and Wayne reflect the two sides of Eddie’s character. A charming, self serving, cowardly asshole and a good, strong and kind person who protects and looks after others. I like Ronnie a lot and she’s probably the best written character in the book, but Wayne needed to have more spotlight for this.

I’d have definitely made the plot a lot less fantastical and way more of a simple character study. Just Eddie deciding between embracing the infamy of the Munson family or choosing to rise above it. Does he decide to scheme and cheat like his dad to get more out of life or does he do the right thing and stay the course to actually graduate and make something of himself. That’s it. All that’s needed. Eddie getting a shot at being a rockstar at eighteen in Hawkins is already kind of odd, especially when his in is a twenty year old “junior scout”??? Who just happens to be at his dive bar and have the hots for him and fucks him and pretty much offers him a life in LA on a silver platter with no issues other than having to bail on his band and high school club?? It’s… a bit much for our unlucky loser boy we see in the show. Book Eddie is as lucky as they come, but he’s a total dumbass and decides to trust and scheme with his deadbeat father??? Who has always failed him? Why? I get he needs money but his kinda girlfriend’s got a job and he’s pretty much got a record deal. What even is this? That whole storyline would be scrapped to hell. But hey, at least it’s more believable than an actual drug heist and a kingpin and a shoot out. Oh and arson. It’s giving… *shivers* Riverdale and not in a good way.

Lastly, I’d have taken the opportunity to develop characters from the show a little more. Not a ton, but like the author did with Higgins. I really like how he was written in the novel. He had a lot of fire and personality out of nowhere which was kind of hilarious. I probably would have expanded Jason the most actually, I’d have added more to that tense rivalry. And I’d have left Chrissy pretty much out of it. The talent show is best left to the imagination and we already have a delicate narrative between them because of the forest scene. I wouldn’t want to add too much there. But she’d have a cameo for sure. Like brief eye contact or a shared smile or something at the very end of the book. Just a little glimmer of what’s to come. I’m also a Eddie has always had a little bit of a thing for Chrissy truther, so in my bias I might have him quietly admire her from afar or something.

And there you go.

I mean you’re going to get my version of his backstory eventually anyway and bonus he and Chrissy live, get married and have kids. Yay!

[livwritesstuff]

Ok so I feel like Eddie would have Tumblr. He’d be an absolute menace, he just gives off that Vibe, y’know?

Would any of their daughters have Tumblr? Would they know about each others’ accounts? Would they follow each other/interact? Or do their interests differ enough they leave each other alone?

i seriously think you live inside my head or something bc i’ve literally thought about this so many times

So when I imagine Eddie as an author, I’m really picturing him as kind of like a Neil Gaiman-esque figure, both in terms of his genre/style of writing and the way he engages with the general public. The only difference to me is that where Gaiman has put a lot of focus on TV/movies, Eddie sticks a bit closer to novels.

Neil Gaiman very notably has a Tumblr account. He’s been on Tumblr for ages, and I feel like Eddie would be the same way. 

Eddie is definitely a total disaster on Tumblr in the 2010s. He says whatever he wants, engages in political discourse like nobody’s business, and probably spoiled his own writing on one occasion or another. His agent didn’t know what to think because on paper it’s bad news behavior, but Eddie’s primary audience actually seems to enjoy the transparency, so on the whole he leaves him alone.

The older Eddie gets, though, the more he mellows out, and by the 2020s he mostly just uses it as a running Q/A. Still, it’s definitely the platform he’s the most genuine and himself on (because he probably also has a Twitter and an Instagram, but only out of business obligation and he practically never uses them).

As for their daughters, if anybody has a Tumblr, it’s 100% Robbie. Robbie is definitely the pinnacle of a late-2010s Tumblr girl, for better and/or for worse. She knows about her dad’s account (and forever curious about how many followers he has even though Eddie refuses to tell her). She doesn’t follow him, but occasionally one of his posts still ends up on her feed and she is so upset about it every time.

Moe could have a Tumblr – maybe in her late middle school and high school years. I feel like she’d be the kid who taught herself fairly complex HTML coding purely for aesthetic theme purposes. She’s Steve through and through though so as she gets older, the novelty of social media in general wears off and she decides it really isn’t her thing.

I feel like Hazel’s interests wouldn’t lead her down the Tumblr path. She’s a YouTube/TikTok/Insta girlie true and true. Maybe Robbie tries to bully her into making one, but she doesn’t really get how it works so it just never happens.

(And Robbie definitely keeps her Tumblr on lockdown. That shit is hers and hers alone).

[soughthopeoldd]

the sun streamed through the curtains of their bedroom. the alarm clock still yet to go off and by the looks of it they had plenty of time before they actually needed to be up. elie's not sure what stirred her awake but now he's gotten an idea. shuffling under the blanket until she's settled between his legs, taking his length in her hand and stroking it a few times before she's guiding him into her mouth.

Ever the heavy sleeper, Eddie hardly felt any movement, which is sure to work in her favor. She could get comfortable, and take her time. He stirs soon after, ripped from his dreams to something better. The blur gave the room a heavy haze, his body reacting first, legs spreading in opposing directions, an exhale, and a gentle whine.

Once he realizes? He chuckles, lifting the blanket to meet her eyes. " Couldn't even wait till I was awake huh? Dirty girl. ", he coos. " Well ... don't stop now. ", he bites his lip. " Show me how good you can take that dick, baby ... ". The excitement turns his brown button eyes dark with lust.

[mayalaen]

Splintered is Now Complete!

Title: Splintered Fandom: Stranger Things Pairing(s): Hopper/Eddie (main pairing), Steve/Billy Word Count: 182k Tags: D/s AU, Read the tags as there’s some rough stuff in here with Eddie and Billy and their home life. Splintered Fic Link https://archiveofourown.org/works/48938014

Summary:

Hopper grew up in a traditional home, and when he was in ‘Nam, he put those skills to use and learned more about caring for traumatized and distressed subs than he ever imagined previously. Nothing prepared him for Eddie Munson.

This is now part of a series because I plan on adding timestamps, so if you want to be notified when I add to the 'verse, please subscribe to the series.

[wroteclassicaly]

First off, I wanna thank every single one of you that has helped my blog get to this point over the years! I’m honestly speechless that this many people give two fucks about me or my trash writing, haha. But you do, and I can’t fathom it, nor can I thank you enough! 💘 However, what I can do — is host a celebration! Starting tomorrow night at 7PM, I am inviting y’all to join me for my 7K party!

Minors are NOT allowed at this celebration, and will be blocked on the spot! I also reserve the right to reject any asks that I don’t feel comfortable writing for/publishing. Please follow the rules below!

I will announce a reminder for the event, so that time zones will not be confused! And the event will go on all night, maybe even further? Here’s what I have come up with (see below, on what you can choose from to submit), and I hope to see you there?! Love y’all! ❤️💘💘🥹🥹 And thank you, from the bottom of my heart!

My navigation, My Main Masterlist

Fandoms you can choose from for the categories below:

Stranger Things

Supernatural

American Horror Story

Shameless US

The Walking Dead

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (including the Angel verse)

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Characters/ships you can choose from:

ST: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Nancy Wheeler, Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Argyle, Chrissy Cunningham, Henry Creel & Robin Buckley

Ships for ST: Ronance, Steddie & Harringrove (all ships can be done with a reader). I don’t write for Stancy or Hellcheer, but I will if it includes a reader to balance said ships out.

SPN: Jack Kline, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester & Castiel

Ships for SPN: Destiel (ship can be done with a reader)

AHS: Any Cody Fern character, namely Michael. Will also do most Evan Peters characters.

TWD: Negan and Rick Grimes. I’m not opposed to Carl, but he will be over 21 in anything that I write!

BtVS: Faith Lehane, Angel, Spike, Buffy & Connor.

Shameless: Lip Gallagher ONLY!

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The activities: (please use the emoji in your ask)

🚢 Select a fandom and submit a little info about yourself, and I will ship you with a character!

💘Use this and I will write a paragraph on why I adore you!

📓Go for this one, and choose a character you’d like to have a personalized letter from.

❔Select this one, and I will post a snippet of a WIP that I currently have!

💌 Pick a theme and a character, and I will write a short drabble/blurb on it! Dark themes, plus sized readers, and physical/mental/chronically ill readers are also okay to request!

✍🏻 And finally, if you select this one — please choose a character and a prompt. You may also make a request with the prompt!

Prompts to choose from:

Smut:

Smut

Smut

Angst

One, two, three

Love:

Love

Love realization

Other:

Pining

Enemies to lovers

[rumagogo]

♡ ⠀okay, so— you probably are not that interested in me, love, but in the characters and verses i am willing to play against you. and hey! that’s totally okay with me. still— we gotta run the house somehow, right? so here are the rules i stick to while roleplaying.

first of all: we both retain the right to— not feel it. yep. what i mean by that is: not vibing with our characters, scenarios, open thread? let me know! and i promise i’ll do the same. sometimes we get soooo caught up on replying, replying, replying that we forget to enjoy ourselves. so, communication is my main rule here. hit me up whenever and for whatever reason.

now, i do not care if we’re playing a 70s band au, a 90s wizarding school or a the last of us verse: i do not tolerate homophobia, transphobia, sexism or racism. nope, it is not fundamental for the atmosphere or plot. don’t care, won’t do it.

personally, i will not roleplay against the following faces and characters: golden era harry potter, dove cameron, bts fcs, stray kids fcs, eddie munson muses.