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I know I’ve been MIA but please take the time to read this! Losing all of your hard work is so devastating so if anyone can recover any old stories from our lovely Heather, please reach out directly!
(And for my followers, whoever’s still moseying around here, HI MY DARLINGS. I’ll be making a post shortly about my return and a new fandom I’ll be delving into…stay tuned💛)
“Where is all the content that previously existed on this blog?”
This is genuinely a heartbreaking revelation, but to cut a long story short: did you know that Tumblr allows you to register more than one blog to the same email address? But that, despite allowing this, if you log into just one of those blogs and specifically select to close down that one, isolated blog, it will delete every account under that same email address and erase every post from every one of those blogs? And did you also know, despite this huge website flaw, Tumblr holds no account backup to restore lost blogs?
Well, let me tell you, I certainly know now!
This blog has been mine for many years, and it had many years of my writing for it, spreading through multiple fandoms that I fell in and out of love with throughout those years. Just over 3,000 people had found this blog and enjoyed the content enough to follow it. Some of them may have only stuck around to reread older works from fandoms I no longer wrote for, that history was a source of nostalgia for them as much as it was for me. And now, all of them and all of that content is gone. And because I have no means of restoring any of my previous work, many of those people will not find their way back to my blog, because I am no longer as involved in those fandoms.
Of course, this is not entirely the fault of Tumblr. Naturally, I should have had a means of storing my own work elsewhere, but perhaps foolishly I trusted Tumblr to keep my posts safe. I know now that, going forward, I cannot put that faith in this site.
That said, I feel that I owe it to a lot of you to at least try. I cannot remember the full extent of the majority of the writing I posted across all of those different fandoms, but at the very least, I will be attempting to write a few blurbs and headcannons for each of the characters whose content has been lost, referencing details I recall from said lost content. I do not know how long this will take me or how consistent I will be, but I promise you, I will do it.
As of now (29/12/2022), all I have are the most recent pieces I’d written for Brienne of Tarth, as these were still stored in the bin of my documents folder, due to be cycled into the abyss until I was thankfully able to restore them.
Any writing posted here, from now on, outside of the Game Of Thrones franchise, has somehow been recovered or is being written and posted almost in homage to what I - and, to any of you that have found me again, we - have lost.
Thank you for reading, nobody is more sorry than I am for this.
- Heather
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i love your writing so much because its easy for me to read!! im not a native english speaker so some words and phrases are difficult for me but you keep it so simple and easy to understand. love you!! 💕
aww i love you too! this makes me so happy! thank you for reaching out and sharing, it’s my favorite thing in world when i get to hear feedback from y’all so thank you🧡
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I don't i've found anyone who write daryl dixon character the way you do every piece that i've read makes me feel emotion wether it's fluff or angst or both and im looking forward to read more 💛
WHY IS EVERYONE MAKING ME CRY TODAY😭
thank you so much for the kind words, you are so dang sweet I can’t even handle it💕
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i looooooooooove you're stories i think i have found masterpieces 💛💛💛💛💛💛
YOU’RE KIDDINGGGG🥲
this was so cute, my heart is alskdjfhfjfjdjksla
thank you so much! i’m glad you’re enjoying my stories, darling💛
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You were one of the first twd fanfic writers i had found when i first started getting into the show around a year ago (i kept trying before that but i just never finished 😭) im glad to know that you are still around and i can't imagine how much it would suck not being able to write a character you've written so much of before anymore <3 wishing you luck on motivation
aww you’re so sweet! yeah, daryl was always so easy for me to write for — the stories just kinda poured out of me, you know? but in the last year maybe, it’s been so difficult🥲 I hope you’ve been enjoying the show though! all in all, it’s honestly such a great watch! thank you again for reaching out, lovebug💛
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will you write more angst with daryl dixon ?
yes, I hope so! i’ve been having some struggles with writing but I have a partially written daryl story with plenty of angst that I need to finish! arghhhhh! send some motivational vibes my way please💛
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Hi how are you, i love you're stories so much you have an amazing writing skills you just do these characters justice i just love it, i know that you mostly write for daryl centric but i was wondering if you would write other twd characters centric thank you for you're work many many kudos to you.
aw! well, first of all, thank you so much! this was such a sweet ask to receive today🥹 i’m so glad you’ve been enjoying my stories and this feedback was so lovely💛
as for writing other characters in TWD, i’m honestly not sure if i’d ever veer from daryl — i’d might be able to write something smaller (like a drabble) for another character but honestly, I feel like i’ve been drifting from TWD since season 11 came out…in my opinion, it’s been pretty terrible☹️
i’ve also been branching out into the stranger things fandom which has been a nice change of scenery! so that’s been kinda my focus as of now! daryl still has a place in my heart and I have a few half-written stories i’d love to finish up sometime soon, but we shall see!
i’m curious — what does everyone else thinks of season 11?
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I just found your account and binged the road ahead. It’s SOO GOOD!!! I know you said you may not be continuing with it but if you do I’ll be in the front of the line for part 20 ❤️❤️
aw, thank you🥹 that means a lot to me, i’m so glad you’ve enjoyed that story! it’s still on an indefinite hiatus but there are tons of other stories on my masterlist if you’re ever looking to read something else! i appreciate you💛
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What’s Next?
Hi, lovelies!
I was away the last couple of days but now I’m home and ready to get back into writing! Here’s what’s on the posting schedule :)
Stranger Things
1. Sloppy Joe Special Part 2 — the aftermath and consequences of Eddie’s actions…(smidgen of angst but lots of sweet moments!)
2. Moth Into Flame — this will be a four part mini series, Jason using the Reader as bait to draw Eddie out of hiding…(lots of angst and hurt/comfort)
The Walking Dead
3. Until The End — most likely a two parter, Reader and Daryl run into some unsavory folks in the woods…(angst and hurt/comfort)
I’m super excited to get these stories out to y’all! I’m going to write as much as I can so hopefully I have something out by the weekend! Thanks for being here and don’t be a stranger — my ask box/messages are always open💛
#the walking dead#twd#stranger things#crossbowking#daryl dixon#daryl x reader#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#eddie stranger things#eddie munson x y/n#twd daryl#daryl dixon x reader#coming soon#eddie munson stranger things#eddie munson x you#daryl dixon x you#twd daryl dixon#daryl twd
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When will you kick off the walking dead series again? I just read all the chapters and seen you haven't added anything since 2018.
hi, lovely!
aww i’m so fond of my The Road Ahead series — it was so fun creating my own OC and i had so many plans for that story. unfortunately, i’m not sure if/when i’ll return to it. i’m still trying to write for daryl x reader but not as frequently as i used to — i just don’t feel as passionate about TWD these days (which is so sad because it’s been a huge part of my life🥲) so coming up with content has been a bit difficult.
((i’m not sure if any other writers feel this way — maybe it’s because the show’s coming to an end or because it’s kinda lost it’s footing this last season? also the fandom itself has been pretty quiet and that’s okay! it’s the natural ebb and flow of fanfiction lol))
anywho, this is so long winded, but the moral of the story is i don’t have a definite answer — truthfully, i don’t know if i’ll ever finish that series but you never know! things change! i’m sorry to disappoint, my friend. but thank you for checking in! i appreciate you and hope your day is wonderful💛
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Sloppy Joe Special
Summary: After an incident in the cafeteria leaves the Reader feeling down, Eddie takes things into his own hands.
Word Count: 1.9k
Contains: basically fluff besides an instance of the reader being bullied during lunch, eddie x reader friendship ((though high-key mutual pining)), eddie comforting reader in all his sweetness, very soft, possible part 2???
A/N: This was a drabble request that took on a mind of its own! Soft Eddie just does things to me :')
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The sound of someone’s Sloppy Joe sandwich being thrown across the bustling cafeteria, hitting you directly in the center of your chest and dropping at your feet played over and over in your mind.
You’d frozen on impact, gasping as bits and pieces of lukewarm meat exploded all over you, landing in your hair and seeping into your clothes. The cafeteria had erupted into raucous laughter as Andy, one of Jason Carver’s henchmen, licked the remnants of his sandwich off his fingertips and high-fived those around him in some sort of sick victory.
Your cheeks had turned the same shade of sauce splattered across your face.
Now, hiding out in the bathroom, you were scrubbing furiously at your clothes, attempting to salvage your favorite Fleetwood Mac t-shirt. But your efforts had made it worse, the redness only spreading further as the white tee absorbed the sauce entirely. At this point, the stain was so vast that the best way to fix the situation would be to cut your losses and set the shirt on fire.
The kids at Hawkins High were ruthless, relentless in their teasing and taunting — usually, you managed to fly under the radar, but other times, like today, you ended up wearing someone’s “Sloppy Joe Special”. You huffed a breath, forcing back the lump that grew in your throat, the tears that sprung to your eyes.
You refused to give those assholes back there the satisfaction of seeing you cry — you’d rather keel over, quite honestly.
When the door to the bathroom suddenly cracked open, you jumped away from the sink, half expecting another surprise attack — but instead, it was Eddie Munson that came into view.
He peeked his head around the door, loose curls bobbing with the momentum, one ring-laden hand clamped firmly over his eyes. “Everybody decent in here?” he called out.
You rolled your eyes despite the wave of fondness that rushed through you.
When you didn’t respond, Eddie split two fingers apart and cracked an eye open, shooting you a lopsided smile before slipping inside the bathroom.
You fought back the urge to shrink under his scrutiny, his gaze sweeping over you, up and down, settling on the giant, red stain in the center of your shirt. It had all happened so fast, you weren’t even sure he’d seen what happened or simply heard through ‘word of mouth’ — gossip spread quickly around the school, he was no stranger to that.
Eddie leaned against the sink beside yours and crossed his arms against his chest, cocking his head to the side. “This is quite the look,” he remarked coyly. “I’ve gotta say though, sweetheart, you really do pull it off.”
You ignored his comment, tugging at the bottom of the fabric as you examined the damage further. “This was my favorite shirt,” you sighed, tracing the band’s logo with the tip of your finger.
“Really?” Eddie retorted, scrunching his nose up in blatant disapproval. “I always forget about your trash taste in music.”
You shot him a glare from beneath your eyelashes. “Don’t diss Stevie Nicks like that.”
Eddie relented, letting out a laugh that echoed off the walls of the bathroom, that eased the tension you hadn’t realized settled in your shoulders.
The boy just had that kind of effect on you.
When you felt your cheeks warm, you turned back towards the bathroom mirror, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it under the faucet. You dabbed at your cheeks, beneath your chin, near your hairline, cleaning up the sauce that’d begun to dry there. After a few moments of silence stretched on, something you weren’t used to when in the presence of Eddie, you glanced at his reflection in the mirror when you knew he wasn’t looking.
He was watching you carefully, brow furrowed above darkened eyes. His mouth twitched as he chewed on the inside of his cheek, toying absently with one of his brunette curls. It was the troubled expression on his face though that broke your damn heart.
He looked so…so…
So fucking sad.
When he caught you staring, he snapped out of whatever reverie he’d found himself in, another lazy smile slipping over his features — though this one didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Here, you’ve got —“ he pushed off the sink, moving to stand behind you, “— you’ve got shit in your hair.”
You subconsciously stiffened at the sudden closeness, watching in the mirror as he began to pick at the pieces of ground meat that’d gotten caught in your locks. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his fingertips combing through your hair and tickling your scalp, sending a chill from the base of your skull down your spine.
His eyes flashed up to meet yours, the sound of your breath catching in your throat amplified in the quiet.
A small smirk toyed at the corner of his mouth as he focused back on the task at hand. “There you go,” he declared a moment later, flicking away a tiny piece of food that’d stuck to his thumbnail. “Good as new.”
You ran a hand through your hair, brushing through the tangles. “Thanks, Eds,” you murmured, slipping on the sweatshirt you’d grabbed from your locker over your t-shirt.
But when you turned to leave, Eddie remained rooted in place.
The two of you stood face to face, your back pressed up against the sink. He looked like he wanted to say something but it was like he didn’t quite know how to say it, like he was struggling for the right words. He let out a resigned sigh, placing his hands on either of your shoulders and leaning in a fraction. “Don’t let them get to you, okay? Those pricks —“ he shook his head, a flash of anger flickering over his expression, “— well, they’re pricks.”
You huffed a humorless laugh, staring down at the dirty bathroom floor. “No shit,” you mumbled, digging the toe of your shoe against the tile, hating how vulnerable you suddenly sounded.
Eddie reached for you then, his pointer finger curling beneath your chin, his thumb pressed gently against the pad of flesh beneath your lips. He tilted your head up so you would look at him, his fiery gaze softening. “You are the best person I know, Y/N,” he enunciated each word, slowly, his chocolate eyes turning to honey. “To hell with anyone who thinks otherwise.”
A small, somewhat bashful, smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah?” you murmured.
“Are you kidding?” he scoffed like it was the most obvious thing in the world, his fingers slipping away from your chin. “I would’ve dropped out of this shit hole a long time ago — but someone’s gotta stick around and pick soggy meat out of your hair.”
A surprised laugh bubbled out of you, erasing any negative feelings that lingered. “Aw, shucks, my hero,” you cooed, batting your eyelashes as Eddie let out a laugh of his own, familiar with the way you danced around each other when the line between “friendship” and “something more” muddled.
He slung his arm across your shoulders. “And hey, at least you don’t have to worry about that asshole bothering you for a while,” he said then, swinging open the bathroom door and ushering you out.
You slipped out from under him once you made it into the hallway, turning to face him. “What’d you mean?” you asked, confusion evident on your features.
“Oh, you didn’t hear?” Eddie cocked a brow, leaning closer and speaking in a hushed tone. “Principal Coleman found ‘suspicious items’ in Andy’s gym locker — anonymous tip, apparently,” he shrugged, very clearly fighting back a smirk.
It only took a moment for the mischievous gleam in his eye to clue you in on what exactly he was getting at. You gasped. “Oh my God, Eddie!”
“What!” he exclaimed, leaning against the lockers beside you, a shit-eating grin firmly planted on his face.
You dropped your head into your hands. “Do I even want to know what you put in there?” you mumbled through your fingertips, glancing up at him.
Eddie scratched the top of his head. “Probably not,” he admitted, albeit sheepishly.
A giggle slipped past your lips when you imagined the look on Andy’s face when he was pulled into the principal’s office. Eddie had really outdone himself this time — and it was then and there that you realized, without a doubt, that he too was the best person you’d ever known.
Suddenly, the bell rang, alerting the students of Hawkins High that it was time to head to their next class. Kids began piling out of their classrooms, the hallway a sea of backpacks and chit-chat. You glanced around cautiously, making sure no one was eavesdropping before you took a small step toward Eddie and lowered your voice. “You didn’t have to do that for me, you know,” you whispered, unable to help the ping of worry you felt that someone might realize what he’d done.
But he simply scoffed a soft breath, resting his forearm against the lockers above you, leaning in even closer. “Nobody should treat you like that and get away with it,” he murmured, his dark gaze unwavering and steadfast. “Over my — exquisitely crafted and ruggedly handsome— dead body,” he grinned then, waggling his eyebrows, the goofy side of him back in full swing.
You merely shook your head, huffing a laugh of your own, feeling a redness creep up the base of your neck — being with Eddie sometimes felt like ‘emotional whiplash’ in the best way possible. You wouldn’t change it for the world.
A second bell rang soon after, signaling the final call for students to get to class before being marked as ‘tardy’. “Shit, one more late and it’s Saturday detention for me,” Eddie swore, quickly pushing away from the wall, giving you a swift kiss on the cheek, and turning on his heel to leave.
But he only made it a couple of feet when he twirled back around, pointing a finger at you as he continued to saunter backward. “We getting food after school?” he called out, a ritual the two of you practiced religiously every Friday.
You nodded. “Anything but Sloppy Joe’s!” you yelled back, smiling cheekily, feeling much better than you had just a few minutes ago.
Eddie’s face lit up as he raised his hands over his head, proudly displaying both of his middle fingers. “Sloppy Joe’s can go fuck themselves!” he cheered, letting out a loud ‘whoop’ while a few students shot him strange looks and one teacher chastised him.
But he paid them no mind — instead sending a wink your way, spinning right side round, and hurrying the rest of the way down the hall, a bounce to his step that wasn’t there before.
You watched him leave, uncaring if you were late to your next class, affection rooting you in place. The line between you, the one that distinguished “friendship” from “something more”, was getting foggier as more and more time went on. There was just something there — a spark, a connection, whatever you wanted to call it.
And one day, that line would break.
It was only a matter of time.
With a sigh, you fell back against the lockers, resting your fingertips against the apple of your cheek. You swore it still tingled in the spot where his lips had touched you last.
An invisible marking only you could feel.
A/N: Okay, I had no intention of making a part 2 for this but I'm almost feeling like it NEEDS one??? I'd love to hear your thoughts!
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I’m so glad you’re back writting Daryl 😭🥹
aw, me too, angel! i’m glad i was able to get a new story out to y’all, i know it’s been a while! i think branching off into other fandoms has actually helped with my motivation! i’m hoping to have some more daryl stuff out soon! i appreciate you💛
(check out my new fic — “Lines We Cross” — if you are craving a little angsty/angry/protective daryl!)
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Wanna rp walking dead
hi, darling! unfortunately I don’t RP, sorry to disappoint☹️ I hope you find someone that does though💛
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For the Eddie drabbles, can you do “You are the best person I know”? Thank you! I love your writing🌸
this one quickly got out of hand and is now a full-blown oneshot lol thank you for the request! I just need to finish editing and then it’ll be out tomorrow! stay tuned💛
#it’s sickeningly sweet#i’m a sucker for soft eddie omg#stranger things drabble#eddie munson#jess answers
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I'm so excited for you new Eddie fic! No rush take your time but from the description you posted I can tell it'll be right up my alley lol, also I don't think I've seen any similar fics w the concepts your using so I'm just rlly excited it's so unique and I love you're writing so yeah can't wait! 😊💖
this was so DANG SWEET. are you KIDDING ME. thank you the kind words, angel — i’m so excited to get it out to y’all! it’s been a busy week but hopefully over the next few days i’ll be able to start posting! eeeeek!
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Coming Soon...
Title: Moth Into Flame
Pairing: Eddie x fem!Reader
Summary: After Chrissy's death, Eddie's a wanted man and nowhere to be found. Desperate for revenge and unhinged in his grief, Jason hunts down the Reader and decides to use her as bait to force Eddie out of hiding.
Contains: reader and eddie in an established relationship, lots of hurt/comfort, protective!eddie ((swooooon)), jason being a little psychopath ((booooooo)) , general violence/language
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I'm super excited to share this new miniseries with y'all! Please let me know if you'd like to be added to the tag list! I'm hoping to have part 1 out tomorrow, so stay tuned! :)
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#stranger things#stranger things eddie#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things imagine#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x reader#eddie x reader#eddie munson#eddie x y/n#crossbowking#eddie stranger things#eddie my beloved#eddie my love#coming soon
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^^^ this is so important!
All the writers leaving due to lack of interaction makes me really sad. Readers pls if you like something u read, pls pls pls reblog it or at least leave a comment or an anonymous ask to the writer talking about what you liked abt their fic. It only takes a moment but to the writer, it means a lot.
And to those who do reblog and leaves comments, you guys are amazing. Thank u for taking time to give feedback
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