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stranger things, umbrella academy, sherlock, the 100, daredevil blog previously known as: octavia-marie-blake.
stranger things, umbrella academy, sherlock, the 100, daredevil blog previously known as: octavia-marie-blake.
the lack of Sherlock x reader content on this platform has me thinking I should start writing for him again
Eddie would stop to pick in a meadow the prettiest flowers to make a Valentine's bouquet for you.
Would he be late for school? Yes.
Would he get his white shoes dirty with mud? Yes.
Would he risk being bitten by twenty different insects? Yes.
Would all this be worth your smile? The answer is always yes.
steve who helps you decorate your first christmas tree, his tall frame adorning your own as he reaches above you to hang an ornament. you've got a few candles lit, the warmth of the fireplace enveloping you. you turn to face him, cheeks rosied and a grin on your face.
"i love you," he says, before you can even find a word. he tugs you closer to him, cupping your face in his hands. you soften, going limp in his touch as he cradles the weight of your features. "i love you, too." you say, and he blushes. it makes you laugh, raising your brows playfully. “still got it.” you say, and he rolls his eyes. “yeah, yeah. always have.”
♫ — Now Playing ▹ Get Off Of My Cloud - The Rolling Stones
1987- Roane County, Indiana has put a ban on pop music, causing the airwaves to become overrun by classical and religious stations. To correct this, a group of anonymous college kids have set up a pirate radio station at an undisclosed location in the greater Hawkins area. You've been brought on to make their coffee, and subvert the cops when necessary.
pairing(s): eddie munson x fem!reader x steve harrington
tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, eventual smut, polycule, slow burn, enemies to lovers, alcohol consumption, drug use, general illegal activities, the upside-down doesn't exist, reader has a non-name nickname, i am once again casting chris pine as reefer rick, inspired by the movies 'the boat that rocked' and 'pump up the volume'
more tags to be added as chapters progress
"if you have chemistry, you only need one other thing...timing. but timing is a bitch" - how i met your mother
a.k.a the three times that steve harrington chose the wrong moment, the one time that you chose the wrong moment, and the one time you both got it right
one: summer '85
two: new years '86
three: spring ‘86
four: summer '86
five: summer '87
♫ — Now Playing ▹ Get Off Of My Cloud - The Rolling Stones
1987- Roane County, Indiana has put a ban on pop music, causing the airwaves to become overrun by classical and religious stations. To correct this, a group of anonymous college kids have set up a pirate radio station at an undisclosed location in the greater Hawkins area. You've been brought on to make their coffee, and subvert the cops when necessary.
pairing(s): eddie munson x fem!reader x steve harrington
tags: 18+ MINORS DNI, eventual smut, polycule, slow burn, enemies to lovers, alcohol consumption, drug use, general illegal activities, the upside-down doesn't exist, reader has a non-name nickname, i am once again casting chris pine as reefer rick, inspired by the movies 'the boat that rocked' and 'pump up the volume'
more tags to be added as chapters progress
heyy, not a request but thanks for writing “begin again”, i loved it <3!
you're welcome, i'm so glad u liked it :)))
These appeared on my Pinterest feed next to each other… what are the odds man
the resemblance is uncanny
summary eddie munson is super weird. he holds your hand too tight, he has a fascination with your neck, and he can’t give a hickey to save his life. good thing you’re super weird, too. [20k]
warnings two losers falling in love!! vampire!eddie munson, ditzy!reader (kind of), fem!reader, smut mdni (p in v, unprotected sex, oral fem receiving, general heavy petting and kissing, praise), fluff, hurt/comfort, angst (eddie struggling with guilt and grief). canon divergent (the events of volume 2 take place but there’s a mostly happy ending i.e. everyone good lives and everyone bad dies) TW eddie doesn't have suicidal thoughts, but he does think about it briefly. not with intent or anything like that though. requested here for my halloween party <3
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Eddie Munson never wanted to be a vampire, and he wants that on the record.
It's a ridiculous existence. It's embarrassing. It's nothing like all the movies and books promised him.
He's looking at you, Bram Stoker.
In Eddie's mind, Stoker’s nothing less than a liar and a sycophant.
"Who's dick were you bouncing on, Stoker?" he demands to know, kicking fallen leaf mulch under his feet angrily. "Need'ta fucking impress some vampire lover with your over-exaggerated, over-powered, ridiculous descriptions? Great. Hope it was worth it. Meanwhile I'm here, self-esteem half the size of a grain of rice because I can't scale a building with my bare hands."
Eddie would know. He's tried.
He's not genuinely angry with Bram Stoker, but he'd rather take his frustrations out on a guy who's been dead for a hundred years than take them out on the demobats, because he doesn't want to even think about the demobats. They're all dead too. Not before they'd had (see: devoured) their pound of flesh and changed his life for the worse, though.
He shakes his head to drive out the memory like water in his ears. It's easier to pretend none of that shit in the upside down ever happened. (Impossible to pretend. He begs himself to try anyway.)
He’s pissed because science fiction has promised him a lot of things and reality has delivered on none of them. No super strength, no impermeable skin. He is faster, but that's more a reflexive thing than anything else. And being faster doesn't make running fun. That’s impossible.
Sunlight breaks through the treeline and his skin crawls. Science fiction didn't get that right, either. The sun doesn't hurt. It's just really, really annoying.
singledad!mechanic!eddie x fem!reader
✶After a lifetime of questionable decisions, you moved from the big city to the sleepy town of Hawkins with your best friend, and took the first job you saw: answering phones for the most boring auto shop in the dullest place on Earth. It wasn't exactly the adventure you wanted it to be.. but attempting to win over the jaded mechanic who insisted on ignoring your existence proved entertaining.✶
NSFW — slow burn, eventual smut, strangers to lovers, flirting, mutual pining, angst, drug/alcohol mention/use, depictions of poverty, sort of grumpy x sunshine but eddie's just tired, reader and eddie are mid-late 20's
chapter: 1/? [wc: 5.5k]
↳ part 01
Chapter 1: Surprise, Surprise
summary: you and Steve get into a heated argument. Inspired by Taylor Swifts lyrics “And my words shoot to kill when I’m mad, I have a lot of regrets about that.”
Steve lets out a long breath, eyes squeezing shut just for a second before he looks at the closed door. It’s a cold night, it hasn’t stopped raining since this afternoon. His hair's drenched from walking from the street to your front door. Steve’s wet shoulders won’t remain upright, he’s far too tired to stand straight. Everything feels like it’s weighing him down. He likes to pretend; everything’s fine, he’s a normal 20-year-old living a normal life, his dad isn’t an asshole and he doesn’t hate being home. He knocks once, loud, so you can hear it over the thundering rain.
You feel the tension in the air as soon as you open the door, a chill wind bursting in immediately. Steve stands on your porch, two hours late, with an annoyed expression. He doesn’t kiss your cheek or forehead like he usually does. He just lifts a hand, giving you a small wave and it isn’t just the weather that chills you.
hey there, i’m in love with your writing!
i was wondering if you could write this idea i’ve been thinking of: what if eddie hasn’t died and eventually got his name cleaned, and now reader has to help him readapt into the old world they knew, like finishing school and dealing with bullying & hate from people who still think he did all of those things?
probably angst but fluff too? thanks for your time!
Hiii! sorry it took so long to post! thank u, I'm glad you like my writing :)) Hope you like what i wrote with this request x
Request: i was wondering if you could write this idea i’ve been thinking of: what if eddie hasn’t died and eventually got his name cleaned, and now reader has to help him readapt into the old world they knew, like finishing school and dealing with bullying & hate from people who still think he did all of those things? (@rockmunson)
Eddie is frowning deeply, staring at the paper in front of him. You admire the faint lines between his eyebrows, watching fondly. He’s so cute. And he’s here. The struggle of the Upside Down was long ago now, and sometimes you find yourself staring at Eddie, an energy of light flurrying in your chest. He twiddles the pen in his hand, and the plastic sheen of it rattles against his metal rings. Underneath the table, he taps his foot in annoyance.
“I don’t get why I should re-write this,” he reiterates, brown eyes scanning over his work, “it’s- not to be, like, immodest, but it's fuckin’ good.” A smile stretches across your face as you gaze at him. He tugs on his bottom lip, looking up when you don’t answer. Your expression softens his scowl and he lets out a laugh, “It is!”
“I know,” you respond lightly, shrugging as you lean against the table, “I read it. Twice.”
“And?”
You grin at his hopeful expression, “It’s fuckin’ good.”
hi hi hello !!! do you write platonic stuff for eddie ?
hi!! sure do:)
hello pretty!! i’ve been away from your blog for the past few days so i’m not sure if your requests are open or closed. if they’re closed, ignore this. however, if requests are open, do you think you could write something about the reader finding their picture in steve’s wallet? like steve asks reader to grab his wallet and she realizes that her picture is sticking out? maybe on the back of the pic it says like “my girl <3”
thank you so much for your request! you find your photo in steve's wallet ♡ fem!reader | 1.2k words
"We're gonna be late," you say gently.
Steve, evidently not feeling quite as calmly about it as you do, sends you a remarkably handsome glare. "I know."
You know that he knows. "Just making conversation, sweetheart."
He softens at your tone and pet name, pausing in his frantic tying of his shoelaces to smile. "How mad do you think he'll be?"
"It's Lucas. He won't mind, he's…" You take a step toward him where he's sitting on the bottom step to stroke his hair, though you're careful not to mess it up. "Forgiving."
You tuck a rogue lock of hair behind his ear and he moves upward into your hand, a stolen moment of affection that you certainly can't afford. He's lovely — how can you not get lost together like this? And you feel so lucky that he not only indulges but encourages these gaps in the day.
"You're pretty," he says.
You gasp near fanatically and kiss the top of his head. "You don't have your wallet, do you?" you ask into his hair.
The both of you laugh at his having been caught. "You do look pretty!" he calls as you ascend the stairs behind him. "I wasn't lying!"
Steve leaves his wallet everywhere. The car on the daily, his room practically every time you try to leave the house together. He's even left it on his seat at the movies a handful of times. Because he's nice and sweet and you kind of really like him (he's your boyfriend and you love him), you've become his wallet-keeper, of sorts. If he doesn't know where it is, you do.