#reblogging for posterity's sake hsdfgshfs

[shiregoth]

ALL of these have me YELLING hello!! hi!!!

every iteration of eddie cannot lie to wayne obv, but there's something SO funny. about pornstar!eddie specifically having the biggest crush on director and wayne just. Knowing TM. i looove thinking about the bts of the og blurbs now and imagening those phonecalls to wayne. wayne who does not want to know the details probably?? but also loves to hear eddie gush?? Oh To Be A Fly On Wayne Munson's Wall for all of this tbh shdgfhsdfs

next, lemme give you some unsubtle encouragement for the grandiose pollen fic:

ok thank u for ur attention i am EXCITED for every little morsel of this!!!! i am HERE for it!!

and re: rockstar!eddie. there's always angst for rockstar!eddie. and not all stories need a happy ending so if you do decide to write this i'm sure you'll figure out the vibe and the fitting ending. we'll all be here for the ride. 🫡

thank you SO MUCH for sharing info on all of these and your amazing writing in general!! <3

came here for "for your viewing pleasure" stayed for everything else but obv gotta ask - in the vol. 2 when director!reader meets wayne, does wayne like. know. how they n eddie met? 👀

ALSO we love a pollen fic it's a STAPLE of fanfic <3

ALSO ALSO "hold your peace in pieces" im always a slut for rockstar!eddie pls tell me about him pls pls

- love shiregoth <3

Omg omg so many good questions ☺️

Let’s chit chat under the cut, dearest.

For pornstar!eddie, I’ll be the first to admit I don’t have a solid plan for him 😅 The first drabble was just a Thursday night thot that spiraled out of control, and kinda took on a life of its own.

THAT BEING SAID—I think all the rumors of what Eddie is up to have defff made it to Wayne’s ears. He doesn’t like to participate in town gossip, but Eddie also started getting kinda cagey about exactly what he’s doing for work lately.

And he’s always sent Wayne some money when he could, but now it’s a lot more money and a lot more often. So when he asks him point-blank if it’s true, Eddie’s certainly not going to lie.

Which means he told Wayne about you long before the two of you got together, and while he wasn’t thrilled to hear how his nephew is making his money, he is relieved to hear Eddie talk about this wonderful person looking out for him and making sure no one takes advantage of him.

(Not to mention…you’re bananas if you think Wayne can’t tell immediately when Eddie has a crush)

And @tomtomslongdong made it canon that the calendar you two were in is hanging in the garage where some of Wayne’s buddies work.

So while Wayne does know what’s up when Eddie brings you for a visit…he’s much too much of a gentleman to dare to mention it.

Next: I looove a good pollen fic (even a not so good one is still pretty good to me 🙃). And I’ve been working on this one lately after getting some subtle encouragement from a few people 👀

Have a little taste:

“Do you honestly believe that anyone at Hawkins General is going to know anything about some virus or whatever she picked up down there?”

Eddie’s jaw clenched, his iron grip on the phone threatening to crack the plastic in his fist.

“Fine,” he gritted out at last, “but I’m staying here with her, and if she gets any worse—”

“Well, let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that,” Nancy sniped and slammed down the phone.

Eddie felt his face scrunch up, a low growl in his throat like when the kids in Hellfire were talking over one another at top volume and Eddie had to shout over all of them to get their attention.

He couldn’t blame Nancy for being so curt. She was stressed. All of them were. Steve and Robin were away on a supply run, and she and Jonathan had practically taken up residence at some of the numerous disaster relief and volunteer centers that had been set up all around Hawkins.

Meanwhile, the most Eddie could do was skulk around Hop’s cabin with his thumb firmly lodged up his ass. It reminded him of those couple days at Reefer Rick’s he spent the majority of hiding under a tarp, like a bug waiting to be crushed.

Not anymore, though. At least he could do this.

His head snapped up at the sound of your voice, soft and plaintive as you called out for him.

“Ed…Eddie? Eddie, are you…where…”

“I’m here, I’m here,” he said, trotting back into your room. You made a small, weak little sound. Not unlike a puppy whining for its mother.

“Thought…” your bottom lip wobbled, “thought you left me…”

“No, sweetheart, never,” he told you as he knelt beside your bed again. A single tear leaked out of the corner of your eye, rolling down your sweaty cheek. His fingers itched to wipe it away.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered to you. “I promise.”

Last but not least, rockstar!eddie. I think the big roadblock with him is that he’s kind of a dolt and (inadvertently?) stringing the reader along.

So not fun. Not funky fresh.

I had a very clear vision for the scene where the story opens and have written that, but the more I go back to it, the harder it becomes to convince myself Eddie should “get the girl” so to speak.

We’ll see what happens with him.

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