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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 [𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮] [𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌]
summary: the colors of life change with time, but the music that narrates it lives on forever in one, standstill moment of the 1990s where success and passion came tumbling down. Years later, the story is declassified.
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
warnings: minors dni (18+), this is based off of fleetwood mac/daisy jones and the six so imagine mid-80s and 90s rock scene, language, lil bit a spice, a whole lotta angst, enemies to lovers to enemies to…
In a world where words meant so much, it was difficult to find them at a time where they were needed.
The cool wire weaved against your skin. Its path crawling like a snake of retrospection from the bottom of your chair to your chest. There was a pebble of sweat threatening to spill from the top of your hairline in the hot California sun which made you think:
"Why the fuck did I ever move out of Indiana?"
But if you closed your eyes, you could recall why. A sickening, thunderous roar of the crowd–you could still hear it now. Somewhere, thumping in the back of your mind as their chants filled a space that breathed a new life within you as the another was dying.
An echo chamber of the taste of metal against lips; the white knuckle grip that still threatened to slip from your grasp.
The woman who sat across from you had a plastic smile on her lips. For her, it was nothing more than a job. An exploitive adventure where you'd be sticking headlines and messages across platforms for weeks to come because of this tell-all documentary.
"When did you know?"
Against cynicism the inevitable hardness of the culture you had immersed yourself in at one time had risen again and the attitude that rose promised a truthful reflection of your experience.
On the floor beside the mics battery pack, a half smoked carton of cigarettes met a glazed palm and the woman watched as a perfectly rolled stick land between two mauve lips. As the flame sparked, your eyes darted to hers.
"Know what?" you muttered between the smoke.
“When it was finally over?”
You could feel the breath being sucked out of your soul. The shudder radiating like a shutter letting rain inside of the home in the canyon; kissing the very center of a heartbeat that stopped at the sight of a pair of eyes, shoes peaking through a doorway.
The cigarette burned between your fingers. Ticking away like a bomb with scorching red embers fighting its casing.
“The Album was the best and worst thing to ever happen to any of us… that sounds ridiculous,” you scoffed, shaking your head and the woman quirked her head.
“It sounds ridiculous that something so magical, something so brilliant, can make those who built it feel small. It put us in a fishbowl and it took every last drop from our cup before it dried up and cracked under the heat… that's when I knew it was over."
She shifted in her seat, readjusting the papers to organize her thoughts. You imagined there was no sounder way of stating it. It was the truth, frank, and to the point but something the rest of them negated to realize or speak into words.
But she shook her head. “Yes, the band… but what of the relationships?”
“None of us had known about Steve and Nancy, Robin and Vickie had barely interacted until their writing began and by the end… well you can read plenty of articles about the end of it all.”
You drew from the cigarette again. Smoke filling the air around you like a mist; the woman kept digging.
“And Eddie and yourself?”
“Well…”
That heart-skipping beat never left. Laurel Canyon was so far away, the studio was a memory, and the stage was a phantom piece of your imagination yet the simple mention of a name so far removed was enough to make time stand still.
Somewhere, a young woman frozen and left wondering the "what if" of a life not shrouded by fanatics and the thrumming of a guitar. Somewhere, lost in the violence of a summer and the shattered glass of a heart left on a stoop, that girl remained inside.
“It was always complicated.”
“So,” she shrugged at you as if the conversation was nothing more than such. It wasn’t as though she was here to get all the details of every part of a life that had already played out in public if people had only been paying attention.
It wasn’t as though she was cracking open a mountain full of jeweled memories that had crystalized themselves in the past.
“When did it all go wrong?”
Feeling the sting of the camera focus on your face, there were two responses to this question that many had already answered before you:
"When did it all go wrong?" You lamented to yourself.
When did you know it was over? When did it all go wrong?
The woman's eyes glistened in excitement. Her story was unraveling before her. You took a drag again.
Fuck. You thought to yourself.
And the film began to play.
A/n: I'm excited to get back in the writing game - especially with Eddie. Let me know your early thoughts! Yay, nay, slay?
#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson#stranger things#eddie munson x fem#eddie munson x female reader#reader x eddie munson#eddie munson x#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x fem!reader smut#x reader#fanfic#x female reader#joseph quinn#eddie x reader#eddie x you
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Stevie Nicks wrote a poem for “THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT”
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Thoughts on the Bridgerton season 3 trailer?It’s officially jumpstarted me back into my Bridgerton phase
I can’t wait!! I’m so excited to see Pen lead and then super anxious for who comes next!
I am a Benedict girlie through and through so I’m hoping he gets some flowers this season!!
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taylor i’m a teacher. i can’t stay up this late on a school night.
#taylor swift#ttpd#the tortured poets department#it’s also my b day so yay thanks girlie#taylor swift ttpd#im so excited but so so tired
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Happy Birthday !! ♥️
Thank you Red!! I just wanna say that everyday I look at my Rust fic and try to figure out how to capture him like you do 😂 you’re the best!! Literally!!
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today’s my birthday.
thanks for being here for me, tumblr moots.
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“How’s your WIP going?”
"Have you made any progress?”
“How close are you to being done?”
#writing#creative writing#writing meme#writing memes#writer memes#writeblr#writblr#writing community#writers of tumblr#writerslife
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hi still writing the rust cohle fic
i got scooped into a rabbit hole of how scorpios interact and now i am over analyzing characterization
#i feel like i am talking into a void#why am i like this#why do i do this to myself#where did everyone go
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Yay! I'm wondering if I could have a platonic/familial pair up for Hamilton?
I have light brown hair, metal blue eyes, and quite tall for my age and i am a female. I have many interests such as Ice skating, theater, art, acting, ect.
Most of my style is a mix of long light colored outfits and many many items of jewelry like heart necklaces or star headbands
I ADOREEE taking care of kids, I have babysat for my neighbors children before since I am 14-17 yrs old (not telling my specific age srry)
Most of my grades are B's to C's, my only bad grade being in math and science. Even though I have a bad grade in those, I often go to them as a mentor for the disabled kids with the teachers.
Idk if this is what you wanted, but its all I could think of.
Ok! So sorry this took a few days - been a crazy week! But thanks for being patient!
I don’t do familial requests ever so this is new for me! I love that you took the time to write down your boundaries and elements to make this pairing easier, so, I pair you with Philip Hamilton!
A platonic/familial relationship with him would help you pursue your interests and step outside of your box. He’d always be the first to go with you to a museum or theatre or take you to the lake so you can skate during the winter season.
While Philip is a young graduate of King’s College, he is more than willing to help you achieve the grades you want. He supports your efforts, listens to your frustrations, and, when times get tough, enlists his friends to aid in the greatest grades you’ve ever gotten.
Philip is someone you’d be able to always depend on. His family is like your own and when you need a friend, or a brother, he’s always there.
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the irony of civil war turning into a divisive and misunderstood film is not lost
#civil war#Alex garland#a24#it ain’t an a24 film if this doesn’t happen#and it’s either media literacy being low or political/historical/social context is lost in the sauce from the misunderstood
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#writerblr#writeblr#writers on tumblr#writing community#write#writing memes#writer memes#memes#mine#writing#fanfiction writer#fanfic#fanfiction
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Hi! I recently the "Oh baby" 3 parter. They are really good!
Hi!! Thank you so very much!! I loved writing it!
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oOMG NEVER MIND IDK IF YOU ACTAULLY OPEN3D THEM IM SO SORRY IF I JUST CROSSED A LINE IM SOSOSOSSO SORRY 😭
You didn’t!! I see your request and I will have it completed in a few days! 🤗
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