#loveshotzz love letters

[loveshotzz]

I owe you Thots.

And one of todays is brought to you by cuddle fucking our best friends dad.

Steve isn’t the best about being patient when it comes to you and the moment you’re in his bed he’s got your nightgown off and your body flush against his warm one with his cock sliding between your plush thighs collecting the wetness that had been there before you’d even settled under his covers.

Each slow push of his hips against your backside has his tip brushing against your clit and he knows you’d be a whining mess if other people weren’t in the house. Once he thinks you’re nice and ready he has you pull one of your legs up to your chest and he pushes in from behind and stretches you like you’d been dreaming about since he’d come home from his morning jog with his shirt soaked in sweat.

The bed would barely make a noise with each thrust yet you still feel like he’s stealing your breath and you can feel his chest hair rubbing against your back and the way his chest heaves as he gets close. He’ll have an arm wrapped around you to help guide your movements but he’ll slide it down your belly and use his thick fingers to draw circles on your clit so he can cum to the feeling of your walls fluttering against his cock.

Ily 💕 have a great day

ARE YOU KIDDING ME PASTEL????

[carolmunson]

come get me, come love me (older!modern!eddie)

part four of who knows how many. orange colored sky set list surprise chapter, bitches. after we got rained out at the park, we finish our date at eddie's apartment in prospect heights, things heat up despite the storm. inspired by @loveshotzz older steve series: all i really want is you (see if you can spot the easter egg in this lil chapter.) tw: age gappy (reader is late 20s/early 30s, eddie is late 30s/early 40s), kissin', reader wears eddie's clothes but there's no body description songspiration: lovesick | banks

The door to the building is wedged between a restaurant and a pet store on a long street of bars and places to eat. You’ve been down here plenty of times, the ramen spot closer to the end of the street is to die for, and one of the ice cream shops is the best in this part of the city. He unhooks the carabiner from his belt loop and hurries the key into the heavy iron grate door before bumbling into the wooden one behind it.

“Whew!” he says when you both get inside, wiping some of the rain from his face. He leads you up the stairs to the second floor and down the small hallways. “Both doors are mine, but this is the front door,” he smiles, kicking his shoes off at the mat off to the side. You do the same. “Sorry if it’s a little messy,” he says, keys jingling in his hands while he opens the door, “Maid took the week off.”

You snort when you follow him inside but he looks at you over his shoulder, “No, seriously. It was her son’s birthday on Sunday so I told her not to come in. I try to keep it together for the most part, but – I don’t know, Sasha gives it a special somethin’ I’ve never been able to do on my own.” 

It’s a little stunning, his apartment. And when you think a little you mean a lot, a floor and a half with a metal spiral staircase that separates the open concept kitchen from the living room, dining room hybrid on the wall closest to the door. Oak floors that look newly shined, a big and deep sectional closing off the space so a dining room table and chairs could be placed on the other half of the room. Even the exposed brick on the back wall looks like it was just put in. His hand rests on your back while he guides you up to the next floor, the metal cold on your bare feet, shivering against the coolness of the central air whooshing through the place.

“If you want I can give you something comfy to wear and throw your stuff in the laundry,” he says when you make it to the top, opening the door, “Bathroom is just around the corner.”

“You have in-unit laundry?” you ask with a breathy sigh.

“I know, I’m so dreamy,” he winks, “You gonna take me up on my offer? There’s towels in there already.”

“Sure,” you take off the linen shirt and pass it to him, “I’ll be right out.” 

The bathroom is small-ish but well put together, it looks like he had it gutted and redone to be more modern, navy blue marbled tiles in the shower with gunmetal hardware – he has an eye, you figure. You open one of the cabinets to see dark blue towels folded and fluffy, waiting for you. The image that meets you in the mirror makes you frown when you wipe your face off – a wet rat with mascara running down her cheeks, blush and lipgloss long faded. You sigh and do your best to wash off your face with what you can, peeling off your wet layers and keeping them on the counter.

“Wanna swap?” he asks while knocking on the door. You ball up your wet clothes, holding the towel up against your chest while you open the door a sliver, easing them out into his waiting hand. You can’t see him but you hear his little snicker while he pushes the dry clothes into your open palm. “You got it?” he asks. “I got it,” you say, balancing them into the room and shutting the door quietly. “Let me know if you want something different,” he offers. You shake out the folded clothes, big black sweatpants and an old, soft band tee. Corroded Coffin spelled out in jagged letters on the front with a marionette dangling from a demonic clawed hand on the back. “This is fine,” you say, slipping them on, “What band is this?”  “It’s mine,” he says. You can hear his footsteps walking away from the bathroom while he talks, “Told you I was a rockstar!” 

When you’re fully changed into his sweats and shirt you emerge from the bathroom, padding out of the tiles in socked feet. You can hear him downstairs putting the leftover snacks into the fridge and freezer from the cooler. Like the sleuth you are, you take in what you can to learn more about him, inching down the short hallway and peeking into one of the rooms. His bedroom looks like a bachelor’s – not in the way a guy in their twenties would have it, but it’s clear he wants to semi impress whoever he’s taking home. You admire the coziness of the space: wrought iron bed frame – likely a vintage thrift find or thousands of dollars. Dark bedding with knit blankets at the foot of the mattress, a dark green rug under the bed atop the oak floors. His walls are littered with framed photos of him with people you don’t know. Show posters under glass from the 90s, some vintage posters from the 70s. It smells like cedar and a nice hotel lobby candle, manly and unassuming. His dressers are a deep walnut wood that compliment the floors with ease – he did say he had an eye for color. Your eyes wander, looking towards the doors of a walk in closet, more art on the walls. A beautiful baroque style mirror that looks straight out of a gothic mansion leaning heavy in the corner. However, you feel heat rush to your cheeks when, slightly hidden, you see two sets of handcuffs dangling off a small hook by one of his bedside tables. 

“Find anything interesting, Nancy Drew?” 

His low rumble makes you jump, turning to see him leaning against the wall of the hallway with his arms crossed. You breathe out a nervous giggle, “Sorry, was just seeing the place. Your room is nice.” 

“Thank you,” he nods, “I just got it redecorated — got a friend who's a killer interior designer.” 

“I bet you got a friend for everything,” you say, meeting him in the hallway where he opens the door to the next room. It's dark, covered in squares of soundproofing foam. A few different guitars hang from the wall above a big desk with three monitors, computer below whirring in a low hum. 

“I do,” he says, “We exchange a lot of favors. This is where I work from for the most part. Laundry is just a closet next to the bathroom. And uh…you saw downstairs, so I guess that’s the tour.” “It’s a really, really nice spot,” you confess, heading back down the spiral staircase, “Super good location, too.” “It wasn’t when I landed here in ‘04,” he leans on the railing at the top step looking down at you, “But you were prob’ly learnin’ fractions back then.” “You’re annoying,” you cross your arms at the bottom stairs staring up at his boyish grin, he winks again – your legs are jello. “I’m gonna change real quick, I made you a cup of coffee – there’s creamer in the fridge if you need it,” he calls out before disappearing from the staircase to change. You go to the fridge where there’s a litter of polaroids stuck to the stainless steel – most of them of a German Shepherd puppy posed with him and another guy, clean cut, nothing like Eddie.

“Whose the cute dog?” you ask when you hear his footsteps against the metal.   

“Oh that’s my nephew, his name’s Bandit,” he says, pulling a shirt over his head while he makes it back down the spiral staircase. Your eyes linger on the tattoos on his chest, trailing down his obliques, “The dog, not the guy in the pictures.” “I figured.” “That’s my buddy Steve, he’s like my brother. I was out in Chicago for a couple months helping him get his shit back on track – we got him a puppy to keep his mind off things,” Eddie snorts, watching you pour some cream into your mug. You offer to do so for him but he shakes his head, taking it from you to put back in the fridge. “Is he okay?” 

“His wife just passed away,” he says quietly. You offer him a sad face and he shrugs in that ‘What can you do?’ kind of way that guys do when they don’t know what to say, “You clothes should be all set in an hour or so.” “Oh, and then you’re kickin’ me out?” you tease, drinking your coffee up against the counter. He smirks, running his palm over the scratchy scruff of his chin and jaw. “Nah, not at all. You can stay as long as you want,” he shakes his head, his curls already starting to dry around his face – big and defined now with the summer rain, “Just didn’t think you’d wanna hang out at some old man’s house all afternoon.” “See, I was thinking how fun it would be to clear you out of your Raisin Bran,” you smirk against the lip of your mug while he makes his way towards you. He crosses his arms, taking slow steps before he’s got you caged in against the counter. If your nose knows, he definitely spritzed a spray of his cologne before he made it back down stairs – dark, spicy sandalwood enveloping you with a whisper of laundry detergent. 

“I’m almost out, actually,” he grins, lids half closing while he looks down into your eyes, “But it’s okay, I have an unopened box of Kashi multigrain in one of these cabinets somewhere.” He waits for your next dig, knowing it’s coming by the quirk in your lips – you’re full of them today. “Gotta keep that blood pressure in check,” you tease again, trying to keep yourself from smiling as he leans in, a deep short chuckle coming from his throat. You little brat, it sounds like.  “It’s really good for your heart health, actually,” he corrects, brows raising a little. A smirk flits across his full lips when he watches you falter a little, your pretty eyes glazing and glassy while he looms over you. His voice gets low and smoky, just like his cologne, “Maybe you could learn a thing or two from me, hm?”

You shut your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek – you can’t show him how good he’s getting you right now, not so soon, “Oh totally, like what the best pill cases are for my future arthritis medicine.” He laughs, the soft crows feet around his eyes crinkling with it. It’s a barking laugh, quick and sharp – you’re sharp, he likes that, “I can definitely do that.” His nose brushes yours and you brace yourself for what’s coming next, ready to feel him kiss you. To feel the buzz of his hands on you like how they were when he led you inside, when he put his hand on your hands in the park. His lips ghost above yours, breath fanning over your face while you take a final one before the inevitable. “You’ve got a quick mouth there, kleine,” he says smoothly. He reaches around you to grab his own mug of coffee, taking a long sip. Eddie catches the miniscule drop of your shoulders, a silent win goes off in his head. You want him to kiss you so bad and that makes him feel like a million bucks – fuck that – a trillion bucks. 

He steps back, taking a sip of his coffee while the apartment gets a little darker, the storm rolling further in. “What’s ‘kleine’?” you ask, trying to regain your breath. He smiles, walking over to the dimmer on the wall and easing the lights up to a warm glow. “It’s German,” he says, looking over his shoulder, “Loosely translates to baby girl.” “You know German?” you ask, trying to not let the translation send you directly into outer space. You watch him with his coffee cup make his way over to the sectional in his open living space. It’s big and inviting, covered in a sea of throws that it looks like he collected over the years. He plops down, tilting his head toward the seat next to him to encourage you over. “I did an extended run of Cabaret in Jersey like – pffft, I don’t know, a million years ago,” he shrugs, putting his coffee on the table in front of him while you plop yourself down on the deep, squishy cushions. You swallow hard when a waft of his cologne hits you again, trying your hardest not to crawl onto his lap to take him in. 

“Saw the show in ‘98 with Alan Cumming, lost my mind – I mean, really transformative for an 18 year old I guess. Years later when I moved out here I saw there was auditions for it and just got knee deep in that shit, taught myself German and everything to make it sound more authentic,” he looks forward wistfully while he recounts the story, smiling at you when he comes back to himself, “Was very helpful when I went to Berlin a few years later.” 

“Oh, how was that?” you ask, “Did you have fun? I’ve never been to Europe.” 

“I’d tell you about all the fun I had if I could remember it,” he grins,flopping his arm up over the back of the couch, beckoning you closer. “C’mere, honey,” he says, the quiet of his voice putting you at ease. You scooch closer to him while he pulls one of the blankets from the end of the chaise cushion and wraps it around your shoulders. With the blanket comes his arm with no hesitation, his hand resting on your shoulder and then down to your waist. “I like to marathon the Twilight Zone when it gets shitty out like this,” he explains, “You down?” 

“Yeah,” you smile, “I’m down. I’ve seen a couple handfuls of episodes.” 

“Yeah? What’s your favorite?” “Hm,” you think, “I think The Monsters are Due on Maple Street. It’s the first one I ever watched.”  “We’ll start with that one, then.” He operates everything from an app on his phone, it surprises you that you’re not as techy as he seems to be. It’s not long before the episode starts and his hold on you becomes more intentional, more cuddly. Thunder booms overhead when the episode gets more intense, making you embarrassed when you jolt. He giggles at you, pulling you in closer – a soft whisper of I got you leaves his lips, you barely hear it.  You snuggle up together while the episode ends and another starts, you tilt your head up toward him, “What’s your favorite?”

“Ooh, good question,” he smirks, “I think The Hitchhiker – it was the first one my uncle ever showed me when I started living with him. Scared the shit out of me.”

“You? Scared?” you quirk a brow, looking down at the way he holds you – assured, confident, “You don’t seem like someone who gets scared very often.” 

“That’s the old age, peach,” he chuckles out, low and rumbly, “All that Raisin Bran, really switches up that fight or flight.” When you laugh he looks down at you, eyes sparkling, noses close together, “Is that funny?” “Yeah, it’s funny,” you say back just as quietly, adjusting yourself a little closer to him, “You’re funny.” His eyes flick down to your lips and then back up, you feel his hand spread out on your waist while he leans in closer, pressing up against you. 

“Just funny?” he asks, watching your eyes flutter closed and then open. His lips ghosting over yours, edge of his bottom lip skating over the curve of your cupid’s bow. 

“No, not just…” you breathe, too intoxicated by how close he is, how his lips and breath tease you. His hand glides up from your waist, trailing a fingertip up the side of your neck, stopping under your chin. You shiver at the touch, goosebumps flooding your arms and legs, belly flipping in somersaults. He tilts your head up, his cocking slowly to the side while his watches for your reaction.

“The show’s about to come back on.” The words are soft and quiet when they leave your mouth, your last ditch effort while fear and excitement roar in your ears. His eyes feel like magnets that you’re constantly pulled too, locking with them while he leans in.

“It’s a boring episode,” he grumbles out quietly from behind a smirk, eyes closing while the tip of your nose is brushed with his. He teases one last time before his lips press warmly against yours, parting slightly to capture them.  You breathe in sharp through your nose, butterflies fluttering and slamming against your chest for release. His hands come up to lay themselves against your cheeks, now hot with excitement while they find home behind your head and neck. He’s fiending for you in the insatiable way he’s felt before, the way a man fiends for a woman.

His leads, taking control of the way the kiss moves with each tilt of his head, changing the intensity each time he breaks away to breathe and come back to you. His lips are full and plush, a soft pink that works for him, it’s almost innocent, when you know he’s anything but. He comes in again, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, biting down gently to encourage you to let his tongue slide into your mouth. 

His hands greedily pull you in by the waist now that your tongues are brushing, wrapping up together with no space between. You whimper into it, unable to keep the butterflies in your stomach at bay with his other hand roams down your back. You feel his lips stretch into a smile against yours, a growl of a chuckle coming out of his chest when he pulls away again. More kisses, soft and sweet with eyes closed, noses nuzzling before lips meet again. You climb onto his lap, he doesn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you – tight and protective. You lead this time, a hand coming up to cup his jaw while you kiss, taking his bottom lip between your teeth this time. He relents, grip softening on you, fingertips grazing the tops of your thighs over the material of his sweatpants. Your hips roll forward over his and he pulls away.

“Steady now, sugar,” he warns, looking up at you with heavy lidded brown eyes, “I don’t fuck on the first date.” You pout a little, he likes that face, “You got some kind of moral code, old man?” “M’just not that kind of girl, baby,” he shrugs lightly, taking your hand and pressing soft kisses to your fingertips. His eyes don’t leave yours, big and innocent – like he’s challenging you, “Gotta keep you wantin’ more of me.” You can’t imagine not wanting more of him, no matter how much he gave you. “Then how come you kiss me like that?” you ask, his lips still leaving pillowy kisses against your fingers, “Like you’re hungry for me?” 

“Oh, I am hungry, peach,” he smirks, tongue sliding out and gliding up the space between your first and middle finger. The tip of his tongue flicks the pads of them at the top, before taking just your fingertips into his mouth for a moment – hot and wet. Your mouth hangs open, drool collecting under your tongue at the feeling – imagining it happening exactly where you both want it to. “I think we should cut into that icebox cake,” he offers with a smile, like he didn’t just tease you into complete stupidity, “That’ll solve my problem.” He kisses your cheek as he guides you off his lap to get up, feeling lucky that he put on boxer briefs to keep his now painful erection contained – though his sweatpants left little to the imagination. Eddie comes back with two plates with heaping slices of dessert, passing you a spoon while you try your best to calm down. 

“You okay?” he asks sweetly, brushing a stray hair out of your face. You nod, shoving a bite into your mouth so you don’t scream over his gentle touch and soft eyes. So you don’t yell and stomp through his living room about how bad you want him to bring you upstairs and eat you out. So you don’t tell him about the butterflies. You eat, watch, and talk – getting stories on his tattoos, you tell him about how you just started living alone, he tells you all the best spots to get furniture. You share soft little kisses while cuddled under blankets, laughing at the bad special effects and talking about the good special effects for the 60s as the episodes continue on. You fall asleep on his shoulder and he lets out a big deep breath – he likes that you already feel comfortable enough to do so. He swallows hard, doing his best to settle down his own butterflies. 

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[crappymixtape]

crappymixtape's holiday celebration

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ . A V E R Y M E R R Y M I X T A P E . ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇

you've arrived on tumblr today to find a neatly wrapped package waiting for you – all golds and reds and greens with a glittery bow on top – and when you open it up you find a mixtape. the writing on top loops and scrawls across the label, stickers of snoopy in a santa hat covering some of the letters, and when you pop it into the player you hear your favorite songs come to life.

it sounds like sitting by the fire with warm cup of hot cocoa, steve in the kitchen singing along with burl ives, silver and gold decorations, on every christmas tree – it sounds like eddie settled in next to you on the sofa, pressing kisses to your forehead and whispering in your ear, merry christmas, baby.

this is for you, my loves! a little celebration for us and our boys and this wonderful time of year. i'll be posting once a week – on fridays – throughout all of december with requests i've gotten and a few of my own ideas. you can find the playlist below!

THE PLAYLIST ( fic release dates noted below )

GOLD & GLITTER // 12.2 with steve for @superblysubpar 🎶 the nutcracker suite, tchaikovsky steve goes to the nutcracker ballet downtown every year, even has his own balcony seats – this year he brings you along as his date, but somehow you both miss the entire second act ( rich!steve harrington x reader • smut with a sprinkle of fluff ) BABY, ITS COLD OUTSIDE // 12.9 with steve for @sattlersquarry 🎶 baby it's cold outside, frank sinatra & dorothy kirsten it's been snowing all day, enough to snap the power lines and make the lights go out, and when steve comes over to build you a fire you can't think of a more perfect time to exchange gifts ( steve harrington x reader • pure fluff ) I WANT YOU THE MOST // 12.16 with steve for @palmtreesx3 🎶 rockin’ around the christmas tree, brenda lee steve's never been kissed under the mistletoe, what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn't make it memorable? ( established relationship, tiny bit of fluff, lots of snark, sprinkle of smut, steve x reader ) HOME TO ME // 12.23 with eddie from me, xoxo 🎶 christmas time ( don't let the bells end ), the darkness eddie has to work on christmas eve, so you climb into his bed and fall asleep, waiting for him until he gets home christmas morning to give him his present ( eddie munson x reader • fluff, smut, est. relationship ) CHRISTMAS MAKES ME CRY // 12.30 with steve from me, xoxo 🎶 christmas, leona naess you go home with steve over christmas to finally meet his family and when it doesn't go as planned he feels like he's ruined everything, but you're there for him when he needs it most ( modern!steve harrington x reader • angst, hurt / comfort a little fluff, est. relationship )

LOVES FOR MY FAVORITE WRITERS you babes mean THE WORLD to me, oh my god, thank you so much for being here and for nerding out about this shit as much as i do! omg and for the enabling LOL. go follow all of these handles right now! ( and if i forgot anyone, i'm sorry ily too! )

☀ @inkluvs ☀ @fiveraccoonsinatrenchcoat ☀ @carolmunson ☀ @abibliophobiaa ☀ @dukesmebby ☀ @finalgirleddiemunson ☀ @curseofaphrodite ☀ @softharrington ☀ @starrystevie ☀ @acourtofsnakes ☀ @theshireisburning-so-mordoritis ☀ @a-dealwith-god ☀ @keeryshousee ☀ @lofaewrites ☀ @wroteclassicaly ☀ @katyswrites ☀ @schoopsahoy ☀ @andvys ☀ @chestylarouxx ☀ @supernovafics ☀ @superblysubpar ☀ @sswwmmpptthhnngg ☀ @harrywavycurly ☀ @thyme-in-a-bubble ☀ @lovebugism ☀ @sailor-steve-blog ☀ @sattlersquarry ☀ @plainemmanem ☀ @skullrock ☀

@curiositydooropened ☀ @luveline ☀ @stvharrngton ☀ @loveshotzz ☀ @forever-rogue ☀ @forevermoreharrington ☀ @livingintheupsidedown ☀ @annab-nana ☀ @familyvideostevie ☀ @theemporium ☀ @1986harrington ☀ @lucasnclair ☀ @roanniom ☀ @upsidedownwithsteve ☀ @stevebabey ☀ @starryeyedstories ☀ @kimmyiewrites ☀ @softharrington ☀ @hollandweather ☀ @palmtreesx3 ☀ @stevesbabysittingservice ☀ @princessdave ☀ @sweetsweetjellybean ☀ @fettuccin-e ☀ @usedtobecooler ☀ @aloneinthehellfire ☀ @poguemunson ☀ @myobmaya ☀ @reputationmunson ☀ @sincerelyyoursg ☀ @harringtons-cupid ☀ @spinmewriteround

AND HUGS TO YOU! YES, YOU! XOXO, 💿 KATE i absolutely cannot believe it's almost been a year since i've come back to this place and i have loved every single moment of it. making friends ( ily moots! ) seeing new faces ( nonnies you're my fav! ) and putting words to all of these characters we love so much. so just thank you, for everything, you're wonderful and i'm so glad you're here with me ♥️

✨ divider love to @saradika

[ash5monster01]

Silent Saturday Tag!

except I’m just now getting to it

Thank you so much for the tag @stephtuckerauthor , this seems like so much fun! ❤️

Rules: Write something without any dialogue, inner dialogue aka thoughts is allowed but that's it, thoughts and actions, to keep the scene/snippet/whatever you wish 'silent'

Her eyes are cast down, watching as the snow crunches beneath her feet with each step. The air is cold and it freezes her lungs, yet she allows the pain. Inhaling the winter air as she treks her way through the field, a destination in mind, but no where she actually belongs.

Beside her the boy stays quiet, his presence comfort enough in the cold and unforgiving winter. It’s almost romantic how his cheeks turn red from the chill and the falling snow flakes lie gently against his eyelashes. He’s beautiful in this weather, kind, and that makes all the difference. He didn’t have to come, he could’ve stayed behind in the warm cabin, but he opted to loom in the silence beside her. Support her in the only way he knows how when they near the clearing they had been in search of.

A shared look only confirms they’ve reached what they’ve wanted. It’s barely anything, just a large oak tree that she’s sure if they both wrapped their arms around, their hands still wouldn’t touch. Wilted flowers left over from the Summer lay frozen in time against the snow that had fallen in a bed around them. A wooden bench with green moss covering it like camouflage, as if no one had sat there in a very long time. Then in the center of it all, a single headstone with faded letters and water stains like teardrops down its side. As if weeping here alone after all this time.

She isn’t sure what to think, having only heard of this place in stories, memories of it long faded from her childhood. Yet it looks exactly as she imagined and the only thing that breaks her heart more is how there was still warmth here, even in the dead of Winter. Despite wanting to make this trek alone she’s glad he stands by her side, watching her carefully and waiting for a reaction. It’s when his comforting hand falls to her shoulder a single tear rolls down her cheek, freezing against her skin, and reminding her that grief is only a reflection of love.

Tagging some of my favs <3: @octaviasdread @theluminoussunflower @loveshotzz @mayfieldss @prettyyoungandbored & whoever else 🥰

[astermath]

next stop; aster's 1K celebration.

₊˚⊹♡ you guuuuyyys, we hit 1K! that's amazing! i'm so grateful for every single one of you silly followers, whether you're here for my writing or my dazzling personality, i appreciate you all so much. that's why i've decided we must celebrate!

this celebration will run for an undetermined amount of time, basically; until i say so, or until requests run out! feel free to send in as many as you like, i'll try to get to all of them! again, thank you so much for being here, it means the world to me. ₊˚⊹♡

♡ daydreaming; send in a prompt from one of these prompt lists, along with a character, and i'll write a blurb / oneshot about it!

♡ love letter; mutuals only, send this in for a bit of appreciation about your blog and yourself!

♡ heart eyes; send in a prompt / idea / aesthetic / song along with a character and i'll make a moodboard based off your request!

♡ cupid's arrow; send me a short description of yourself (also personality) , along with a fandom and gender preference and i'll tell you who i'd ship you with!

♡ mirror mirror; mutuals only, send this in for a moodboard based off your blog!

₊˚🖇️✩ ₊˚ tagging my mutuals!

@inkluvs @stevebabey @taintedcigs @sunshinesteviee @lilacletter @ghostlyfleur @loveshotzz @lovewheeler @skullrock @vnusology @supernovafics @reidslovely @katsu28 @kaicubus @bettysupremacy @dizscreams @kingsteve @bpdtistic @steph-speaks @lighteyed @astrxq @ang3lik @cupidsarrcws

[ash5monster01]

agh Eva!! thanks for the tag <3

rules: pick a song for every letter of your url and tag that many people.

a: Aurora - Daisy Jones & The Six

s: Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac

h: Head Over Heels - Tears for Fears

5: 500 Miles - The Proclaimers

m: Man Or Muppet - Jason Segel & Walter

o: Our Last Summer - Mamma Mia

n: New Romantics - Taylor Swift

s: Strange Magic - Electric Light Orchestra

t: There She Goes - The La’s

e: Everybody Needs Somebody to Love - Blues Brothers

r: Rubberband Man - The Spinners

0: Zero to Hero - Hercules

1: One of These Nights - The Eagles

no pressure tags :)) : @octaviasdread @poetsplay @taypoets @desire-mona @loveshotzz

tag game

rules: pick a song for every letter of your url and tag that many people.

thanks for the tag @sugarcoated-lame

a: ancient dreams in a modern land - marina

t: tangerine - glass animals

t: the world’s first ever monster truck front flip - arctic monkeys

a: alaska - banks

b: boys - atta boy

o: overlap - catfish and the bottlemen

y: yuk foo - wolf alice

l: lightning - charli xcx

e: e.v.o.l - marina

w: wtf love Is - tove lo

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In The Cold November Rain Part 10 *18+ MDNI*

Eddie Munson/FemReader Steve Harrington/FemReader 

TW: Story runs congruent to events in the show. If you know what happens in season 4, then you'll know how this will end.*Be warned.* 18+ Eventually Smut, Angst, High School Fuckery, Drinking, Drugs Let me know if I miss any. Smut-o-rama

Can you have two great loves in a lifetime? 

You've had the ideal childhood in Hawkins with your best friend & protector Steve Harrington. When it's ripped away, can you pick up the pieces? Eddie Munson may be able to help. 

A story about the pain of growing up, unrequited love, and loss. 

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Inspired by @loveshotzz & notes by @eddieandbird 

Thanks To @loveshotzz who is the dill to my pickle & her wife @myobmaya for assisting the angst.

Part 10/13. Masterlist Ao3

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On a warm day in early June, you sit listening to the valedictorian give their speech. Looking down the rows of seats at the happy faces of your classmates, a pair of hazel eyes catch yours with a wink. Shaking your head, you try to pay attention. This is the last time you'll all be together in any meaningful way. Some of you have known each other since kindergarten. Everyone who has ever been important to you is here. Everyone except Eddie. He didn't tell you he wasn't graduating, but he didn't have to. Enough people knew that it eventually made its way to you. There was nothing left to say, so you never brought it up.

Crossing the stage wearing your green gown with a gold cord and your cap that has been painted with a black and gold P, you shake the principal's hand as you accept your diploma. Steve whistles loudly, and your family claps and cheers. They're waiting for you in the parking lot after the ceremony. Your dad hands you a bouquet of sunflowers. Carol's mother has just finished wishing you well when you turn and see your dad holding Steve in a tight embrace. With watery eyes, he tells him how proud he is, that he always thought of him as a son and that he'll always be there for him. When your dad is finished, Steve is looking a bit misty himself. He gives you an awkward hug, and your mother insists on taking at least a dozen photos of the two of you. Caps on, caps off, holding your diplomas, arms around each other, and your favorite, one with your tongues sticking out and eyes crossed. That picture still holds a place of honor on your parent's refrigerator, held up with an alphabet letter magnet. By the time your mother is finished, any uneasiness has faded, and he pulls you in for a real hug with his hand on the back of your head, all the warm, familiar feelings rushing back.

"You did it!" He says, ruffling your hair.

"So did you," you remind him, trying to smooth your hair back into place.

"Barley. Not like you, Miss High Honors."

"It doesn't matter. It's done, and they can't take that diploma away from you now."

He nods in agreement. "You know, I was thinking about you the other day."

"Oh, yeah? What were you thinking?" You squint up at him, raising a hand above your brow to shield your eyes from the sun.

"I don't know, actually. I just caught myself smiling for no reason and realized I was thinking about you." He tucks a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

You run your tongue along your teeth and cock your head to the side. "That is the cheesiest line I have ever heard, Steve Harrington." He laughs and grins down at you. "Really? I thought it was a pretty good one. I'll have to work on it."

"Yeah, you better," you say, pushing his shoulder.

"Are you going out tonight? Be careful. Don't wander around outside by yourself, and don't take drinks from people you don't know." You roll your eyes. "You don't have to worry about me, Dad. I don't think those kinds of parties are really on my thing anymore."

"Yeah. They're not mine either." There is something different about him. "If I don't see you around this summer, good luck at Purdue."

"You're not coming to dinner with us? Enzo's has your favorite breadsticks." You knew your dad had invited him earlier, and you can't hide the disappointment in your voice. "I can't. I have someone waiting. I wanted to make sure I got to say goodbye to you." It felt strangely final. "Okay, well, good luck to you too." He gives you a tight smile and starts walking towards a smiling boy with brown curly hair. The boy gives you a little wave, and you wave back. It was then you realized he was alone. Steve's parents hadn't attended the ceremony.

"Steve. Wait." You jog over to him. "Are you okay?" The corners of his pretty mouth turn up in a warm grin. "Don't worry about me. I'm always okay." Was he trying to convince you or himself? A voice inside you is screaming that something isn't right. Worried, you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him towards you for another hug. "Take care of yourself," you say into his ear before kissing his cheek. "You too. Go have some fun, yeah?" He rubs his hands up and down your back a few times before releasing you. He turns away and puts his hand on the boy's shoulder before heading to his car.

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The summer passed like a song turned up to full volume. Obligations and preparation kept you from where you wanted to be, and where you wanted to be was with Eddie. Floating on a sea of unspoken words, you made the minutes count. Taking late-night drives on less traveled roads, no destinations in mind, just talking for hours. Sneaking kisses behind Gareth's garage when you interrupted band practice. Letting Eddie get you naked for a few very hot quickies in Rick's pool house after swimming. Or just laying on his bare chest, counting his heartbeats while he reads aloud. Faster than it seemed possible, it's time to start saying goodbye.

"Hiya, Lou."

"Hey there, Dolly." Lou slides a Budweiser across the sacred wooden bar towards you. You place a few dollars on the bar. "It's on the house, Sweetheart. Good Luck at Purdue, and don't be a stranger."

"Aww. Thanks, Lou. How did you know I was leaving?" You ask curiously.

"Old Lou knows everything."

The nights have begun to cool, but it's balmy inside the half-full bar. Regulars take up the seats at the bar, and a small group of men are playing pool. A few tables are filled with couples and friends sharing a weeknight drink. Settling in at your usual table, you wait for Corroded Coffin to take the stage. The band plays a great set. They include some of the new songs you've heard them practicing. Eddie shows off more than usual. Swinging his hair and jumping around. He moves right towards the edge of the stage during his solos, sticking his tongue out while he concentrates on the movement of his fingers and winking at you. His bare arms look incredible in his muscle shirt. Biting your lip, you gaze at him from under your lashes.

After packing up, the band slides into the chairs at your table, sipping beer, coming down from the performance high. The boys are in a rowdy mood. Joking, teasing, and pointing out each other's small mistakes during their show. Eddie is uncharacteristically quiet. He's just watching you with a content look on his face. He's making you blush, and you try hiding it from the other guys. Eventually, they are ready to take off. They take turns hugging you goodbye. This is likely the last time they'll see you until you come home for winter break. The bar empties out, but you and Eddie linger, finishing your drinks.

He stands and walks over to the jukebox pulling some change out of his pocket.

"Alright, Ed," Lou calls out from behind the bar.

"Thanks, Lou," Eddie says while pushing buttons to make his selections. Lou walks over to the door and flicks the light switch. The light from fluorescents is replaced by dozens of twinkling white lights stapled to the ceiling casting the bar in a soft glow. You look up in awe. I'm Not In Love by 10cc plays through the speaker.

"What's all this?" You ask as his gentle calloused fingers slide against your palms before they close around your hands, pulling you up from your seat. He wraps your arms around his neck, and his hands drop to your hips. All the while, those chocolate eyes swirl with emotion, never breaking contact with yours. He starts swaying from side to side, and you nearly swoon.

"What's all what?" He feigns. Lifting a brow, you give the back of his neck a squeeze. "Oh, this. I told Lou how I missed prom and the senior ball, and he was absolutely appalled that you never asked me. We figured this was my last chance to get in a dance before you go off to the big city and forget me."

Your throat is so tight you can't speak, and tears threaten to spill over the edges of your eyelids. He sings the words in your ear as you move.

I'm not in love

So don't forget it

It's just a silly phase I'm going through

And just because I call you up

Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made

I'm not in love

The old wooden floorboards creak softly as your weight shifts from foot to foot. His hands are low on your waist, thumb dipping under your shirt where he moves it back and forth across your skin. His soft curls tickle the back of the hand you've got around his neck. If you could stop time, you'd live forever in this moment, happy with him for the rest of your life.

I like to see you

But then again

That doesn't mean you mean that much to me

So if I call you

Don't make a fuss

Don't tell your friends about the two of us

I'm not in love, no no, it's because..

The song changes to Time After Time by Cyndi Lauper. The wet drops run down your face. "Hey now, none of that. Don't you remember what I told you would happen if I saw you crying again? Now I'm gonna have to kiss you." His hands move to your cheeks. He uses his thumbs to swipe at your tears before moving his lips over yours. You tighten your grip and try pouring everything you feel into that kiss.

"I can't believe you did this," you say, your voice quavering.

"Well, it's for me, not you. I don't want to have spent six years in high school without dancing with a girl. Since you're here, I guess you'll do."

"Is that right?" You quip, smiling and wiping away the last few tears with the back of your hand. "You know me. I take it where I can get it," he says, spinning you under his arm.

"Well, I'm pretty certain you're gonna get it tonight," you whisper in his ear.

"I'm looking forward to it." His thumb softly traces your bottom lip.

"Eddie, there's something I want you to know. I-"

"It's alright, Princess. You don't have to say anything. Let's just dance."

The following day you leave the trailer early and drive straight to Ivy Tech community college.

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Part 11

Tag List @boomhauer @onlyangel-444 @breehumbles @myobmaya @arsenicred @kiki17483 @stolen-in-moonlight @sometimesamysometimesjo @ladybug0095 @sammararaven @tlclick73 @totally-bogus-timelady

I'll tag you if you want! Thanks for reading. I'd love to hear from you.

[emotionaldreamer]

My Fic Recs

Here is my long list of fanfic recommendations that I have devoured and feel like you should all go and read

Last Updated: 31.03.24

Currently Obsessing Over Reading:

* AlI Really Want Is You by @loveshotzz

* Secrets Underneath by @justmeinadaze

* And I Need To Know by @the-unforgivenn

Eddie Munson

♡ All time favs ♡

⋆ worlds apart by @munsons-maiden

⋆ closer by @loveshotzz

⋆ Twenty Four Hours by @ghost-proofbaby

⋆ Honey I'm Home by @trashmouth-richie

⋆ I can't carry it for you but I can carry you by @the-wild-wolves-around-you

⋆ caught fire by @flamingo-writes

⋆ punk rock girl by @sunflowergirl522

⋆ play pretend by @webslinger-holland

⋆ lost and found by @so-mordor-itis

⋆ cherry blossom coloured kisses by @queers-gambit

⋆ can I borrow your bed by @hard-candy-writing

⋆ at the mercy of pain by @storiumemporium

⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆ Series ⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆

⋆ ravenloft by @cambria-writes

⋆ the metal head and the material girl by @loveronlineee

⋆ anybody have a map by @spiderrrling

⋆ The Yes Policy by @pinkrelish

⋆ sunday bloody sunday by @mrdcks-spaghetti

⋆ gentle with me by @swingsuckerswing

⋆ take a chance on me by @mycurrent-hyperfixation

⋆ three by @loveronlineee

⋆ meet the munsons by @mypoisonedvine

⋆ she's a freak by @buckysdolls

⋆ love letters by @quinnsmunson

⋆ live wire by @chaseadrian

⋆ Eddie and Bird by @eddieandbird

⋆ catholic! reader x eddie munson by @prettyboyeddiemunson

⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆ One Shots ⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆

⋆ you made me hate this city by @marvelsswansong

⋆ untitled - e.m by @flamingo-writes

⋆ one scoop for two by @loveronlineee

⋆ gold rush by @marvelsswansong

⋆ i was made for loving you by @milkiane

⋆ little witch by @peterthepark

⋆ following the herd by @uglypastels

Steve Harrington

⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆ Series ⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆

⋆ colors by @loveshotzz

⋆ head over heels by @theowritesstuff

⋆ off limits by @steveharringtons-lover

⋆ take on me - by @appocalipse

⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆ One Shots ⋆ ☆☾☆ ⋆

⋆ new years eve by @loveshotzz

⋆ heartstopper by @forever-rogue

⋆ I'm just getting comfy by @mypoisonedvine

⋆ let me protect you by @mayhem24-7forever

⋆ have you seen her by @luveline

divider by @firefly-graphics

[loveshotzz]

Do you think we could market replicas of his chest? We can add that to the shop with the bat vibrators?

It’s worth a shot jelly, it’s worth a shot.

[loveshotzz]

I know I’m contradicting myself because I sent an eddie thot but…the way he swallows, THE WAY HIS CHEST HEAVES. I need him to break my back as disrespectfully as possible.

I wanna nibble every inch of him pastel, and I need him to ruin me.

[loveshotzz]

okay but what the fuck is this 😵‍💫😤🫠🥴🥵 I just can’t …

SWEET JESUS 😩 the way that I need this man ASAP. For those who don’t wanna click the link, here’s the beauty this incredible anon left in my asks.

[loveshotzz]

Leighanne I just sent you kisses with extra stache, I hope you got them 😊💗🐁💰 (that's a mouse and a stache because there isn't a mustache emoji :( )

I got all of them and i’ll keep them forever 🥹 here’s me giving you a stachey kiss back.

[loveshotzz]

joe keery is such a slut. change my mind.

I won’t change your mind, because I need him to be MY slut 🤷🏻‍♀️

[loveshotzz]

TEDDDDDDDDY TEDDDDDDDDDDY

[loveshotzz]

I need you to picture something with me.

Riding Steve’s face and pulling on his hair and feeling him moan against you when you do.

pastel, how could you do this to me? you’re killing me!! I can’t make up my mind who I want more today 😩

[crappymixtape]

a love letter // 1k follower celebration

M O R E T H A N B E A U T I F U L T O M E 🎶 love you always, 1000 follower mixtape playlist!

REQUESTS CLOSED // you open your locker to grab a book before heading to class and see a clear cassette case sitting on top of your things. inside is a mixtape, love you always, xoxo, written messily across the orange label. a crinkled piece of graph paper accompanies it, the track list written down, words scribbled next to each song especially for you. an inside joke from eddie that makes you giggle, a flirty note from steve that makes you blush. the songs make you think of swimming in the quarry, of sharing a joint on the stoop, of late night drives and snuck kisses behind the garden gate and snuggling close on the couch watching movies. ( PARTY UNDER THE CUT! )

MIXTAPE INSTRUCTIONS ( REQUESTS CLOSED ) as you listen to the mixtape, choose a song ( an emoji ) below and send me the emoji in an ask here with the appropriate info! *DISCLAIMER: if you miss anything from the ask, i won't be able to answer! i'm gonna try my damndest to answer every ask that comes through, but will close my inbox after the weekend! i'll tag you in you the post when your ask is done! xoxo

💿 SONG LOVE -> tell me which boy you want for this! when you choose this emoji you'll get a song recommendation along with a little fic blurb inspired by the song ( boy x reader ). ✏️ FIC LOVE -> tell me a boy and a genre you want for this! when you choose this emoji i'll provide you with a fic rec centered on your choice of boy and genre ( smut, fluff, angst, series ). 💌 LOVE NOTE -> tell me which boy you want and your mood! when you choose this emoji i'll write you a letter from your boy of choice and tailor it to your mood / what you're needing from them ( boy x reader ). 🤍 WRITER LOVE -> choose a question from this list and i'll tell you more about my writing or process on a specific fic you love or just in general! OR bother me about my WIPS ;)

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@curiositydooropened ☀ @luveline ☀ @stvharrngton ☀ @loveshotzz ☀ @forever-rogue ☀ @forevermoreharrington ☀ @livingintheupsidedown ☀ @annab-nana ☀ @familyvideostevie ☀ @theemporium ☀ @1986harrington ☀ @lucasnclair ☀ @roanniom ☀ @upsidedownwithsteve ☀ @stevebabey ☀ @starryeyedstories ☀ @kimmyiewrites ☀ @softharrington ☀ @hollandweather ☀ @palmtreesx3 ☀ @stevesbabysittingservice ☀ @princessdave ☀ @sweetsweetjellybean ☀ @fettuccin-e ☀ @honeymunson ☀ @usedtobecooler ☀ @aloneinthehellfire ☀ @poguemunson ☀ @myobmaya ☀ @reputationmunson ☀ @sincerelyyoursg ☀ @harringtons-cupid ☀ @spinmewriteround

AND HUGS TO YOU! YES, YOU! XOXO, 💿 KATE

the biggest thank you of all goes to YOU, the person reading this! i used to suffer so bad from imposter syndrome ( i still do from time to time! ), but once i grew the courage to start sharing my writing here ( and you showered me with support and love!! ) i realized just how much i love to write and create with these characters we all hold dear to us. know that i recognize all your handles ( and get so excited when i see you like and reblog!! ) and love seeing you pop up in my notifications.

so thank you!! thank you for your kind words, unhinged hashtags, random messages and memes, and for getting me to ONE THOUSAND FOLLOWERS! i am still in shock! love you so, so much and can't wait to share what i have in store for 2024 ♥️

xoxo, divider love to @cafekitsune!