#joe quinn story

[quinnhills]

Story time inspired by the “What’s Left of Sam McGee” post by @a-cipher

In late 2019/early 2020, Joe and I knew we wanted to set some kind of preexisting poem to music for the second album. An early idea from Joe was to set Robert W. Service’s “The Cremation of Sam McGee” to “The Luckiest” by Ben Folds.

Joe recorded an a cappella voice message to demonstrate. I took that and started singing it over piano.

Here’s Joe’s demo followed by my demo:

I had a lot of concerns about the poem not really scanning on top of that particular song. And after my demo, we weren’t super enthused and went back to the drawing board. Other poems and songs were pitched.

Still, I really believed in finding something for this poem and kept singing it over different songs until one day (January 14th, 2020) I sang it over “What’s Left of the Flag” by Flogging Molly.

It was GOLD.

I quickly shared my find with Joe, and he loved it. He suggested maybe we do a medley of Flogging Molly songs to add some variety to what we knew would be a long song.

I selected “Drunken Lullabies,” and I also had a feeling “Shipping up to Boston” by Dropkick Murphys would work well.

Over the next two months, I arranged, produced, and recorded the song.

Joe debuted the finished eight and a half minute version on his 2020 St. Paddy’s Day stream.

And the rest is history ✨

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My only regret is not matching the original poem and singing

The Northern Lights have seen queer sights

But the queerest they ever did see

Obviously the word in the poem is being used to convey strangeness rather than what we think of as queerness today. But I didn’t publicly identify as queer in 2020 and didn’t want to offend anybody. Which is hilarious in retrospect 😉

[stardancerluv]

Sam’s Story

Part One of ? (not sure if it will be a long piece)

I was working at the theater and helped move the Warfare Posters…I got inspired.

Notes/Warning: pictures in collage are possible stand-ins for things/people mentioned in story. Also please if you do drink, please be responsible.

💐 Thank you for reading! 💐 ❤️s, and any comments & feedback are welcome! 💐 Reblogs are welcome & appreciated! 💐

Sizzle! Crackle! Pop! Pop! Pop!

He pressed one, then another and yet another burger into the grill. The summer heat was welcome.

He grabbed a bottle from the bucket of ice, some of the ice had slushed around. Tilting his head back, he took a swig from his beer bottle. He had long since pushed his shades to rest a top his head as he manned the grill. Squinting, he looked up into the clear blue, summer sky. The sun was bright and hot. Welcome sweat, easily pearled in his curls. The cold grey winter was long forgotten. It was a perfect day for a barbecue with his boys and his girl.

Snap! Snap! Crackle! Sizzle!

He flipped over the burgers and once again pressed them into the grill.

“Hi handsome.” Your soft voice tickled his ears.

He glanced down, and smirked at you. Switching the spatula from one hand to the other, he lifted his arm so you could cuddle up to his one side.

“Hi baby. They’re almost ready, don’t you worry.”

You smiled brightly. “I’m not too worried. I think I may have an in with the man behind the grill.”

A gentle giggle came from your soft mouth.

He let his hand drift down your mostly bare back; his fingertips just barely touching the knot where earlier you had him tie your bikini top, his hand came to rest on the top of your jeans shorts.

He winked. “You might.”

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The air was acrid, his mouth was dried and his curls had long since been shorn off.

And he missed you.

The push ups came easy. They had once been hard. Before bootcamp, he had never bothered to do even one. The sand, dust clouded up with his exhalations.

He was antsy. They had been in this building for far too long. Exhaustion, was trying to take a hold due the lack of activity. The push ups got his blood pumping.

He had shipped out to boot camp and was in Iraq with a rag tag bunch of guys before he could blink. They were a solid bunch. None of you had chosen to be together. A few knew each other. But they were all new to him.

Not long ago, he remembered the barbecue he had with his boys and his best girl; his only girl had been at his side. His boys were ride or die types; he wished a few them were here with him now. They’d have his back. They had all known each other since they had training wheels. Now how their mustang’s or motorcycle’s engines rumbled was what mattered.

He hopped easily to his feet. The guys he was with now, were his boys. He trusted them. He grabbed his rifle and slung the strap onto his shoulder and walked over to a window, he glanced out.

[exilynn]

Just Eddie when he need shows his Love Language to Quinn In ECHOES NOCTERIS

Like Eddie asking for cuddles like a simp, Golden retriever, crushing her to feel her completely, and Quinn a black cat about to thaw the icy heart for him, always

I got so obsessed with this video, i need him

[icallhimjoey]

tubelift!joe was a sweetheart & reallllly wanted to find out what happened after they went separate ways !!!

jfc it's been a whole YEAR since tubelift!joe, thats insane! but here you go, have some of him! its only short, but hope you enjoy! (a/n: this story will make little sense if you've not read between floors and feelings) Wordcount: 1.8K

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Funny Story, Actually

It had been ages, but you could still sense it every time. When you'd get onto the tube together, Joe's shoulders would tense as he'd look around the car, scanning his worried eyes over every single person there.

It was just to check. Just to settle something inside of him that was a little impossible to settle, you thought.

You remembered being one of those people, but witnessing it now, knowing what you knew, traveling through peak hours with him was hell.

You noticed how his knuckles lost all colour as he tightly held on to a handrail overhead, his lips all tight, his jaw clenched.

He looked hot.

But that wasn't the point.

"Hey," you poked Joe softly in the side to get his attention. "Did you say you had been to this place before?"

You knew he had been, but it was an easy way of distracting him from trying to make eye-contact with everyone, which he only did just in case he could see something there to worry about.

It literally helped no one, you knew.

"Oh, yea. Couple of times. You know how there's places that exceed your expectations every time you go? Very rare, that. This is one of those."

You smiled. He'd told you the exact same thing about four times, using a different way to describe how much he loved this restaurant each time.

You'd happily listen to him tell you again and again.

"Yea? What did you have last time?" you asked, softly, because not many others needed to hear you ask, or hear Joe's answer for that matter. To be fair, you didn't even need to hear it. You just needed Joe to step out of his tube-anxiety. It was only one more stop.

"Um, I had..." Joe narrowed his eyes for a second, thinking. And then, before he even remembered, he realised what you were doing. He let his breath escape him in a chuckled sigh and reached for your hand. Gave the tube car a last glance before fully turning towards you and giving you a silly face.

"You're a menace."

You scrunched your nose at him, knowing glances shared.

Joe kept hold of your hand when you got off the tube and made your way towards street level. When you were lead into a corridor of which the dead end just held the stainless steal doors to two lifts, you gave each other a look before turning around and finding another way out.

Absolutely no way you were risking it.

Ever since that one night, neither of you had ever stepped foot inside of a tube lift again.

You'd rather race each other up the Covent Garden tube station steps, all 193 of them, than get into a small confined metal box like that again.

Even after the one you'd been stuck in had been fixed.

Even when you were in a group and your friends would go for the lift.

You'd go, "Loser gets the bill tonight!" and set off running up the steps, hoping you'd beat the elevator. You rarely did. And even after a while, it got easier, but it would still leave you out of breath. Still, getting a little exercise would forever win it over having to pee into a water bottle, so it was fine.

You'd take the stairs.

You easily found escalators that time, and you both went to stand on the right to let the system take you up. You turned around and let Joe curl his arms around your waist for a moment, tilting his head back and smiling up at you. It made you swipe at some worry lines that were permanently etched into Joe's forehead whenever you were underground before leaning down to give him a small kiss.

You beamed big smiles at each other, and you weren't sure what prompted you to join the crowd on the left side of the escalator, but you were quick as a flash as you stepped to the side and started bolting your way up the moving steps.

Joe followed just behind you, and you laughed as you felt him try to hold onto your coat in an attempt to keep up.

Happy.

There was just something about knowing you'd make it up and out without getting trapped for hours, you know?

After you touched-out, Joe turned to you slightly out of breath and said, "Maybe we need to start using car service to go places, because–"

"And give into the fear?" you scoffed. "Come on," you held up an arm and humorously flexed a non-existent bicep. "We're stronger than that!"

And you truly believed that, but you felt every single bit of strength leave your body when you got shoulder-checked hard enough to slam the air right from your lungs.

"Ahh," you immediately winced, spinning on your feet from the clash. Joe's hands were quick to find you, steadying you and preventing you from stumbling and falling.

"Sorry, so sor–..." a throat got cleared. "Sorry..."

The woman who had just roughly knocked half her body into yours looked down at her feet as she slung her bag back onto her shoulder, and, oh, my God, you couldn't fucking believe it.

"Linda."

Your former boss.

You sounded more surprised than anything else, because this was something you had dreaded for a while. Running into her. You'd heard that your ex-boyfriend had gone and moved in with her after he'd moved out of the studio you had shared, but that it had only lasted for a couple of weeks.

Served her right, you thought.

"Oh my God. Hi, I'm– sorry. I'm sorry. I hope I didn't hurt you?" Linda let a polite hand hover in front of your shoulder - the one you were still holding onto yourself - and gave a regretful smile.

Linda did hurt you.

A little now, but a lot before.

You know, back when you found your boyfriend making out with her in her office and you learnt from you colleagues that the affair had actually been happening for a while but they'd been too afraid to tell you because she was their boss too.

Vile wench of a woman.

You'd gotten your revenge though.

You still weren't proud of it, but... if you could do that night over again, the only thing you would change is that you would make sure you'd actually empty your full bladder into her bag that time.

You gave her a blank stare and then let your eyes drop to her bag.

Holy shit.

There was no way.

"I'm fine." you said coldly, but kept your eyes on her bag.

She saw, and it made her shuffle a little awkwardly

"Good. Okay, good. Sorry. I'm in a rush. We should catch up, soon. Sorry, again." Linda finished her sentence as she ran off, and you stared at her as she tapped-in with her phone and then disappeared down an escalator.

Huh.

Wow.

You felt weirdly okay about all of that, unexpectedly so.

You were definitely not going to be catching up with her soon, though.

When you turned to Joe, he gave you a worried little smile.

"There you are."

"Huh?"

"I asked you a question. Are you okay?"

You blinked up at him and realised you were stood in the middle of a busy bit of tube station. It was the exact wrong place to stand still, so you were quick to move with the crowd. Joe followed, hand on the small of your back.

"Who was that?"

"Oh, sorry. Um. That was Linda. She used to be my boss." you couldn't help the laugh that escaped you. "Remember my boss? How I caught–"

"I do." Joe cut you off, no need to repeat the painful story. He had remembered it fine from when you'd first told him, dirty wedding dress and crackling intercom as the background noise and all.

But tonight wasn't about awful memories.

You were about to have dinner with some of his friends - ones you'd met just once in brief passing but had never had a proper conversation with, and Joe was excited. You were going to love them, and he was sure that they were also going to love you.

"Wow... that was... that was weird. She fully crashed into me."

"Yea it was quite the collision, you nearly fell over."

"I'm okay." you assured him you were fine. The clash of shoulders had only hurt for a second.

Joe reached to hold your hand and threw you a warm smile as you made your way down the pavement.

"That's good."

"I think..." you started, eyes narrowing as you tried to remember. "I'm not joking, but I think she was carrying the bag that I... you know."

Joe's eyes bulged at you as his smile grew.

"What?! No way."

"That was the bag." You knew for sure. Kind of hard to forget the bag that you squatted over to piss right into. "I hope she got that professionally cleaned though, why the fuck would she even– wait, why did she keep that?"

Joe laughed at your outrage. He agreed though.

"Maybe she never noticed." he reasoned as you reached the restaurant. His reasoning made you frown at him though because, "Joe, I pissed over everything she had in there, there is no way she didn't–"

"All right, all right, keep it down, will you? This is a nice place." Joe laughed, helping you out of your coat as the host asked if you had a reservation.

Linda.

You couldn't quite get over how weird it was to be running into her in the tube with Joe there. It was almost kind of funny.

It felt like a weird full-circle moment, especially because you knew that whatever she had taken from you hadn't worked out for her in the end. Lost out on a star-employee (you) and on a mediocre boyfriend (your ex).

Maybe the bag was a good reminder for her.

Maybe it kept her grounded.

You had no idea.

The loud greetings from Joe's friends who were already there snapped you out of your thoughts. The restaurant was nice, and Joe's friends were lovely. It was nice to get to know Joe better through other people, but you kind of forgot that you were also a whole new person for others to meet. A person to ask questions about.

You weren't sure why you hadn't anticipated anyone asking the most obvious question you could be asked, but it nearly made Joe choke on his first sip of his drink.

"So, how did you two meet again?"

Joe looked at you over the table after making sure he didn't have any wine dripping down his chin, pursing a smile before giving you a tiny nod.

Joe's friends looked between the two of you, confused eyes darting back and forth because clearly they were missing an inside joke, or whatever.

Before anyone could ask, you cleared your throat and said, "Funny story, actually..."

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[atlasisntdead]

Can people stop asking dumb questions like "Which one of these women is the best romantic fit for Joe Goldberg?" none of them. Literally that's the whole point no one is a "fit" for Joe except for jail. How do some people miss the point so badly. I don't understand.

[eatmeeraw]

INTRODUCTION POST.

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the. sea speaks more honestly to those willing to drown.

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i’m circe, i’m a writer and an aspiring actress. she/they ; 18 ; cisgender(?) ; lesbian. hyperfixation on scream, especially jill roberts. i cannot say i’m talented, my writing isn’t necessarily good, but i enjoy venting my thoughts and ideas via such act, and that’s the motive i created this account. english isn’t my first language, please have patience with me and try to understand my position.

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WHAT DO I WRITE? WITH WHAT CHARACTERS?

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angst, fluff, comedy, and smut. i will add a warning everytime one of my written creations will include suggestive context, or straight up detailed sex scenes. probably will write only character x fem!reader, having a preference for wlw stories. will try to write something about the men i will write down with the rest of the characters now. REQS ARE OPEN.

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Fandoms

— Scream ( 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and 6. )

Characters i write for:

Scream 1: Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Tatum Riley, Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers;

Scream 2: Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Dewey Riley (maybe);

Scream 3: Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Dewey Riley (maybe);

Scream 4: Jill Roberts ( <3!! ), Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Dewey Riley (maybe), Charlie Walker, Kirby Reed;

Scream 5: Tara Carpenter, Sam Carpenter, Amber Freeman, Mindy Meeks-Martin, Chad Meeks-Martin.

Scream 6: Quinn Bailey/Kirsch, Tara Carpenter, Sam Carpenter, Ethan Landry/Kirsch.

p.s.: can do cross-overs between movies.

— The Substance

Characters i write for:

Sue, Elisabeth Sparkle.

— Miller’s Girl

Characters i write for:

Cairo Sweet, Winnie Black.

— American Horror Story

Will be added soon.

— Stranger Things

Characters i write for:

Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington.

— Hades

Characters i write for:

Aphrodite, Nyx, Thanatos.

— Wednesday

Will be added soon.

— Marvel

Characters i write for:

Felicia Hardy, ATSV characters (Hobie, Miguel, etc.), Peter Parker.

— You

Characters i write for:

Love Quinn, Guinevere Beck, Joe Goldberg ( maybe ).

— Jennifer’s Body

Characters i write for:

Jennifer Check.

This is not all, i will probably upload as i get into more fandoms and study more characters.

— AHS (American Horror Story)

S1, S3 , S8 and S9 for now

Characters i write for:

Violet Harmon, Tate Langdon, Cordelia Goode, Madison Montgomery, Zoe Benson, Kyle Spencer, Misty Day, maybe Marie Laveau, maybe Fiona Goode, Michael Langdon, Xavier Plympton, Brooke Thompson, Montana Duke.

— Mean Girls

Characters i write for:

The plastics.

MY BOTS

(reqs are open)

DNI

minors shall not interact with the stories i say are strictly 18+. basic dni criteria. if you don’t like women, LEAVE. if you don’t support palestine, LEAVE. if you are a radical feminist, LEAVE. if you’re sensitive to blood, swearing, violence, and similar things. leave for your own safety, they will be the main themes on my account, unfortunately.

your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.

[fyeaheddiemunson]

Some people are really out here not understanding why Joe acts differently in his AQPDO interviews with Lupita than he did with Jamie in their ST4 interviews.........

[himbosandhardwear]

Look em 🥰

[little-bumblebeeee]

Moonlight – part 5

Word count: 1.4k

Part 4 part 3 part 2 part 1

Angst angst angst angst

(Next chapter will be a Steve chapter!!!!)

Nothing happened of course. He just let Steve hang out at his place until he cooled down and Eddie sent him off back to Nancy. Back to Nancy. He can't help but feel a bitter hatred towards the girl despite her doing absolutely nothing to him. He knows it's just jealousy though, jealousy about a boy he'll never in a million years get.

Why does he keep doing this to himself? Wanting what he can't have. Fame, money, boys, a life in general.

Because he's Eddie Munson. The world has it out for him.

He stabs his pencil through the paper of his sketchbook, his blood going cold as he realizes he shouldn't have done that. The dragon on the page now has a gaping hole in it's chest, and while he could try to fix it, he doesn't want to fix things right now. Fixing needs effort, and he doesn't have that in him at the moment, not while he's sitting on his bed crying over a boy.

"Eddie Munson, crying over a jock. What a twist, huh?" He comments bitterly to the ratty Garfield plush in front of him, slumped over from the lack of stuffing in one side, droopy eyes scratched to practically nothing. He still keeps it though, because he loves it.

Some things don't need to be fixed. They're lovable the way they are.

And yet nobody seems to love Eddie. Sure, his mom loved him, but that was when he was a kid, and he can't help but wonder if she would still love him if she was around today. Wayne too, but that's different, hard to see. He wants a different love, he wants Steve's love. He'll get rid of it soon. This stupid, horrible crush on a boy. A boy who's both a jock and a werewolf. God, what has his life become?

It's been a week since he stopped Steve from spraypainting all over town, and he can't help but realize.. he missed the full moon. Steve would've already turned back by now, all alone. It's fine. It's not like Steve needs him, and Eddie was wanting to distance himself from Steve. This is good for them both.

Yet guilt eats away at him, squeezing and twisting at his insides, making his lungs close up and his throat catch. He can hardly breathe, and it hurts. He feels like he should apologize, but he can't, it's not even necessary. Steve never needed Eddie there, not when he's been transforming all by himself for years and years already by the time Eddie found him.

He can't go to school. He can't even risk the chance of seeing Steve, can't even risk the chance of seeing this damn boy. It hurts. It's horrible, it's.. Eddie gets up, going out to the small kitchen as if his body is on autopilot. He opens the fridge and closes it a couple times, his brain empty from the lack of accomplishment of grabbing something from the barren shelves. He doesn't know what to do with himself. It's a feeling not unknown to him, but it's never been at the hands of a boy who looks both like a God and Just Some Dude. What is wrong with him? He's Eddie Munson, of all people he should be immune to Harrington's charms.

But he just isn't.

Nothing is working, either. Not food, not drawing, not his music, not D&D– hell, he even tried going on a walk. Nothing. Is. Working. He tried to lose himself in his interests, tried to let them consume him completely like they do when he doesn't want them to, but not even those want him now. His guitar isn't calling to him, neither are his books or the figurines that still need to be painted.

Eddie needs to talk to this boy. Even once. He doesn't care if he'll be rejected, he truly doesn't, he just.. needs to get this feeling out. Shoes on his feet, keys in his hand, he stills. He didn't even open the door yet.

He can't do this. He should be confident, but no, he's shaking like a leaf, his stomach churning. He doesn't even take his shoes off as he walks back to his room, slowly slipping into bed, pulling the covers up to his chin. He doesnt like this feeling. He doesn't like when the only things beckoning him closer are the things that will hurt him most. How when he thought Steve was in danger he was so ready to leave, yet now he can't even open the front door?

There's something wrong with him. Always has been, always will be. If he's not killed or doesn't do it himself before he graduates he'll be driven out of this hellhole of a town, either going to jail and reuniting with his no-good dad or being completely alone for the rest of his life. People would talk and wonder. They'd discuss and gossip about Mr. Munson, the shut-in neighbor with a cat who nobody sees outside unless he's working or on his porch, the man who doesn't speak, the man who stays inside when he doesn't have errands, the man who drinks himself to bed every day. They'd wonder what happened to get him like that– if he had a wife who passed away or something.

He closes his eyes and runs a hand over his face, attempting to swallow down the lump in his throat at the thought. He doesn't want that but it seems like the only future for him. The Garfield plush on his pillow that he found comfort in since he was a child now seems like it's mocking him, it's lazy eyed stare and wide sleepy smile staring him down.

That's when he hears the tapping on his window. There was knocking at his door earlier but he didn't bother to answer, knowing that if it was his uncle he wouldn't be knocking and would just come inside, not really caring about visitors.

He doesn't get out of bed, but he hears the window slide open, harsh sunlight burning his eyes as someone tumbles into his room, shoe covered feet landing on Eddie's carpeted floors.

And his voice.

"Eddie? What's going on? You weren't there.." Steve says quietly, hesitantly walking over to Eddie's bedside as if he was sick or something. He must look pathetic, buried under a thin blanket, clutching a stuffed animal, with his hair a mess and his eyes all puffy and red.

"You weren't there." Steve repeats. "I waited for you. All night. I don't even know what happened– I just know I woke up and I... I was covered in blood. I don't know what or who's blood it was– I'm freaking the fuck out!" He says, pacing Eddie's room. The boy jolts up, rubbing his eyes and throwing the blanket off. That's when he finally gets a good look at Steve. The tired eyes, his uncharacteristically sunken and pale skin, dried blood on his hands as if all he could do was try and wipe it off his skin with what he could find and shove some clothes on before going straight to Eddie.

"Shit shit shit, shit, shit! Okay.. okay, blood. You didn't kill someone, you couldn't have. You're not that kinda... person.. werewolf.. thing." Eddie says breathlessly, getting up out of bed and realizing that half of this blood is Steve's. The way it seeps through his blue sweater, creating a dark stain that just keeps spreading.

"I don't know what happened." Steve admits upon realizing what Eddie is looking at, lifting up his sweater to show a gaping hole in his abdomen, next to that patch of hair Eddie has dreamed about again and again.

"Holy shit.. Steve, you got shot*" He says in shock, but Steve doesn't even look surprised. He simply shoves his fingers into the wound and pulls out a bullet, wiping his hand on his sweater. "I'll be fine. It's not even close to the first time, I know how to handle it. You got a first aid kit or anything?"

Eddie blinks a few times.. sure, Steve is a werewolf, he's strong, he doesn't feel as much pain as a normal person. But he just pulled a bullet out of his flesh and asked Eddie if he had gauze with the normalcy of asking if it's cold out today, not to mention he didn't even notice the blood was his own.

Now all he has to do is keep it together when Steve pulls off his shirt to patch himself up.

Tag list: @manda-panda-monium @irregular-child @gregre369 @cartercaptainofthemoon @oatmilk-vampire @she-collects-smut @jhrc666 @fairytalesreality

Tag list IS currently open! ♡

[localemofreak]

Don’t forget people!!!

‼️Michael is NOT meant to be a good person‼️

so it’s prob best we don’t simp over the character…

Joseph Quinn in Hoard?? Yes 100%- but Michael?? Idk..

Not judging, not trying to put down anybody- but just thought it might be a nice little reminder :) 👏

[wits-end-stuff]

Farewell YOU❤️ nothing will impact me as the way you are, you are like me but that was scarring me. We are different but the same, I will always watch over YOU, just ... to feel ... like ... YOU was the best for me. I have obsessions but YOU was the most different one, an unique one ... I will watch from the shadows just to make sure YOU will be alright. Goodbye YOU ...💔. Every time I will think about YOU ... I will always feel that "Hello ... YOU ❤️🤭" ... right ? ... as the moment ... I .... meet you 🧢🧢🧢

Joe did wrong but I will do my best, my dear Love 💔

[hotwritergf]

I cannot fucking wait to watch hoard.

[exilynn]

headcanon appreciation: Eddie Munson, modern AU ECHOES NOCTERIS

Howling is a fictional town that I created. And it looks like the Tennessee setting. This city is covered in vegetation, I even made a map, my father helped me

Eddie's parents(Néa and Alanfiero) are played by: Helena Bonham Carter and Billy Wirth

The adopted sister is played by: Daisy Edgar-Jones

His zodiac sign is something that was collected from the way he acts in the AU. That's why I chose: Taurus

Eddie's birthdate is a tribute to my father, May 8th. ❤

This is just fictional!

so in love with this information (headcanons), Eddie is a badass

[madelynraemunson]

GUYS.

It just hit me.

What if it’s called Stranger Things, ST 2 … 3… 4… 5 and the episodes are called CHAPTERS because it’s a never-ending story?

[demonsanddemogorgons]

Sunny in Philadelphia - A Joseph Quinn Story (Chapter 3)

Chapter 3 - Keep In Touch

The two of you headed back out to the show floor. You had time to kill before you had to get in line for your autograph with Joe. Oh, God, your autograph. You had been too distracted to even think about that. You had to see him face to face again, and you couldn't figure out if you should be nervous or excited. During that thought, your phone vibrated. Your eyes widened and you turned to Rachel and froze.

"What?" she looked, a puzzled expression on her face.

"I can't look. Not again. I've been waiting all day. But my phone just went off."

"Give me it. I'll look for you," she said, snatching your phone from your hands as you pulled it out of your pocket. You watched her face as she hit the button on the side to light up your screen. Her face went from relaxed to wide-eyed and a smile started to sneak up. She looked at you and handed you the phone without saying a word. She knew she didn't need to. You took the phone from her and looked at the notification banner that laid over your Eddie Munson lock screen, seeing the letter J with the bat and guitar emojis beside it. HOLY SHIT. You put your thumb on the fingerprint scanner and your messages app popped up with Joe's disguised contact name at the top of the screen.

That's very kind of you, love. I'm so glad you got my note. I'm sorry it took me this long to answer. Duty calls and all of that.

You smiled at his choice of words. There is no way this man could get any more perfect. You started typing a response.

It's okay, I knew you would be extra busy today. I hope you are getting a well-deserved break at some point.

Before you could even tuck your phone away you got a response.

Having a quick lunch now. Don't worry, they don't starve me.

You smiled and giggled at your phone, Rachel behind you doing what she does best – reading over your shoulder.

That's good. I'll let you rest then. I'll see you later. I have an autograph with you this evening.

Is that so? Well, it's my lucky day, isn't it? I get to see those blue eyes up close again.

You nearly melted to the floor. How did he manage to make you feel like HE was meeting YOU instead of the other way around in a matter of minutes? And the fact that he saw you for a total of 2 seconds and noticed your eyes that quickly didn't help your case. Rachel nudged you on the shoulder.

"See, and you were worried for what?" she teased.

"I don't know, Rachel. Maybe the fact that I'm just a regular average civilian and he's Joseph fucking Quinn? Cut me some slack," you said back with a laugh, earning one from her in response.

"Well, he clearly doesn't think you're average."

After receiving those texts from Joe, your anxiety began to drop some. You found yourself using your free time wondering around the vendor area since you could focus enough to actually shop. You got a Hellfire Club wristlet keychain for your keys, a candle titled 'Eddie' that smelled like Old Spice and leather, a Stranger Things bag, among other little things. Eventually it came time to line up for autographs. The two of you headed downstairs to the autograph area and it was packed. Eventually you got through to be a few lines from the front in the first group. You had been watching your phone to see if Joe would say anything else, but you didn't expect him to since his dual photo op with Grace was right before this and he had to go straight into autographs if he didn't want to be here all night. Eventually you got to the front and were just outside the curtain. The worker took your ticket and allowed you to enter the booth. There were about 5 people in front of you, and you had to talk to some workers first, who honestly seemed more like handlers, telling Joe what he was signing next so he could stay on track and switch markers if needed. You told them what you wanted signed, and immediately your attention was on him. He looked adorable, dressed in his leather jacket, black hat, and clear glasses. You had forgotten he wore readers, but they made him even more attractive to you. You eventually made it to the front with one person ahead of you. As that person started walking away, the handler beside Joe leaned over to him to tell him he would be autographing an arm for a tattoo. Joseph looked surprised. You weren't sure if it was in a good or bad way, until he looked over to greet the next person, who happened to be you. His eyes widened slightly, more so glistened a little brighter than usual. A small smile crept up on his face and his cheeks turned slightly pink.

"Hello there, Blue Eyes," he said, recognizing you immediately. "You're getting my signature tattooed? I'm honored. Brave girl." You swooned at those last two words. Anything he said could send you into a smitten spiral, whether he was interested in you or not, although his interest was definitely a boost to your butterflies. He reached for your left hand and pulled your arm towards him and rested it on the table. Your skin tingled at his touch, and the way he was watching you as he did so told you he felt it too. Your arm rested on the table, adorned in permanent ink creating a portrait of Eddie Munson's bats with various flowers surrounding them. He found a little empty spot at the bottom and scribbled his signature in the perfect area carefully, trying not to mess it up. It would eventually be permanent after all. His tongue peeked out between his lips slightly as he did this. You blushed at the sight; it was always something he did that you found adorable.

"Thank you, Joe," you said to him with a flirtatious but shy smile and glanced up into his eyes.

"My pleasure, love. I also would like the pleasure of knowing your name," he responded, his hand still holding yours gently, almost as if he didn't want to let you get away.

"M-McKenzie. Mack for short," you stuttered nervously, your eyes glued to your hand in his. He smiled sweetly at your response, his eyes staying peeled on yours even though you weren't looking at him.

"Mack," he repeated, plugging it to memory. "It was lovely to officially meet you." He leaned a little closer over the table and spoke under his breath, but just loud enough for you to hear. "Keep in touch, darling."

You nodded, cheeks heating up red, and gave him a warm smile. He winked at you as he released your hand. You started to head to the exit curtain, his eyes following you. How has no one noticed how much attention he is giving me? You hoped this interaction wouldn't cause trouble for him, as you knew firsthand that his fans could be very perceptive. They wouldn't take the idea of him being with or interested in someone very well. You exited the curtain, Rachel right behind you, and as soon as you got out of earshot of everyone behind you, you turned to her.

"Holy SHIT," she said, grabbing your forearms in excitement.

"Holy shit is right," you laughed. What a day, but it wasn't over yet.

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ohhhhh wowwww

i can’t wait to be disturbed by this movie!