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etherealperrie · 4 months
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Anywhere With You
Chapter 1: "it's time to go"
Coriolanus (Coryo) Snow x Reader Word count: 2.4k Contains: pre-hunger games Coryo | longtime friends to lovers | Coriolanus being soft for the one he loves | mentions of minor tbosas characters | immense amounts of fluff and comfort | slight tbosas spoilers (but not really)
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“The Plinth Prize is no longer.” Dean Highbottom’s voice echoes through the stadium of students, the weight of his words settling amongst the first three rows of Academy standouts. Gasps and whispers fill the crowd, the hair on the back of your neck standing at attention, the buzz of others’ words sending chills down your spine. You don’t dare look at Coriolanus, instead letting your eyes fall shut.
“You’ll face one more test to prove your worth,” the Dean continues, making his way up to the podium at the front of the hall. “After all, you are our most promising students. This is in your DNA.”
Swallowing hard, you force your eyes open, a sick feeling reeling in your stomach. This was supposed to be the end. This was supposed to be the start of your summer with Coriolanus – the time before University. The day that was supposed to change both of your lives for the better.
Murmurs fill the quiet space in between Dean Highbottom’s dramatic pause, stopping not only to drag out this horrific explanation but to soothe himself with a bottle of morphling. You’d never once wished to try the drug, but today, with your vision of the future thinning before your eyes, you’d gladly share the vile with him.
The feeling of skin brushing against yours turns your attention from the front of the room to the chair next to you. Coriolanus. You can’t hold back anymore. You didn’t care who saw, or what they thought. You watch his jaw twitch, his eyes still facing forward as his hand grasps yours, his thumb pressing slow, gentle circles into your skin. He’s holding it in. Another hurdle yet for him to surpass. When you squeeze his hand in return, an involuntary response, he lets out a shaky breath, his eyes flickering to you for only a moment.
Coryo.
Not Coriolanus Snow. Just your Coryo for that moment.
The eyes of your fellow classmates burn at the back of your neck. They all knew Coriolanus was meant for that prize. Top student with stellar marks, after all. Only you knew, though, how badly he needed it. How badly Tigris needed it. The Grandma’am. You, too. This day was supposed to change everything.
Indeed it had.
“On this day of the 10th annual Reaping for the Hunger Games, you all are no longer students, but mentors.” Dean Highbottom continues speaking, pulling you from your own head. Coriolanus shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his free hand tugging at the collar of his shirt. A shirt he’d nearly outgrown, even with Tigris’ adjustments. His other hand never releases yours, his thumb continuing to trace up and down your skin, working to calm you. In any other circumstance it might have worked.
“Each of you will be paired with a tribute from the districts and act their mentor leading up to and throughout the Games.”
“For what purpose?” you ask. The question leaves your lips before you have a chance to even think. Before you have a chance to consider the consequences. What harm could an innocent question have? It was innocent, of course. A student simply inquiring about the new assignment. Certainly nothing more. Most definitely not an imposition of the justness of withholding the Plinth Prize and meddling in “game” that was nearing its natural end. No one in the Capitol had watched the games in years, they were savage. Inhumane. Disconnected from the current state of affairs; the war had been over for years.
Deep, dark laughter fills the room, an unfamiliar voice echoing off the walls. Chills crawl up your spine, a shive running through your body. Everyone's heads whip around, a tall figure entering the auditorium. She slithers down the aisle towards the podium, stopping just in front of your chair. You slip your hand out of Coriolanus’, but he refuses to let go now more than ever. His grasp tightens on you and you notice him shift forward in his seat. It’s now your turn to soothe him, running your thumb over his.
“For what purpose?” the woman before you mimics. You swallow, noting her duochromatic eyes. Her makeup is severe, her hair frazzled, her hands draped in bright red latex gloves. The faint sound of hissing grows louder as she takes another step forward. A snake is wrapped delicately around her wrist, flicking its tongue, slithering over the shiny material. “My dear, remind me. What are the Hunger Games for?” She speaks softly, but in the silent room, her words are clear to all.
“I– well, they’re to –”
The woman shakes her head, clicking her tongue. “You see? We’ve already forgotten.” She turns to Coriolanus, a smile spreading over her lips. “Mr. Snow,” she says. “Why don’t you remind your –” her gaze drops to your intertwined hands, “classmate what the Hunger Games are for.”
Coriolanus shakes his head, looking at you then back to the woman. You weren’t sure who she was, but she knew Coryo. But then again, that came with the territory of being a Snow. He could never escape the history and prowess of his father, no matter how hard he tried. And believe you, he’d tried.
“You tell us they’re to punish the districts for the war.”
“Precisely, Mr. Snow. We all seem to have forgotten what this all is for. And that is where each of you come in.”
“Ah, Dr. Gaul, thank you for providing that insight,” Dean Highbottom interrupts, turning the attention back to the center of the room where the woman – Dr. Gaul – sulks away to join him. Coriolanus leans back in his seat, his breathing heavy. He releases your hand and leans in to place his hand on your thigh. The feeling of his warm palm through the fabric of your uniform lets you take your first deep breath since arriving.
He’s with you.
The remainder of the day goes by in a blur. When you emerge from the Academy, the afternoon sun is beginning to set. You, Coriolanus, and your classmates had each been assigned a tribute. A tribute to make a spectacle of. A tribute to use then sacrifice into the slaughter in order to obtain some prize. It made your stomach turn, the idea of being forced to take the small boy you’d been ‘given’ and parade him around only to send him to his death. A small boy no more than thirteen. A boy you were meant to despise simply because he’s district. But this boy, nor any of the tributes – especially the small girl assigned to Coriolanus – had seen the war, they hadn’t caused it. They were collateral in the Capitol’s game of control. Control they garnered with false promises of the prize. A prize that neither you nor Coryo thought actually existed.
“Who’s to say they don’t dangle it in front of us again?” you ask later that night, standing beside Coryo at the sink while he washed out the pot of potatoes and cabbage Tigris cooked. “That they don’t give us another assignment – another hurdle – to obtain the prize. Just to use us for their bidding?”
You slide behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He sighs, setting down the pot and turning to be face to face with you. His hands wander around your waist, pulling you tighter to him.
“Those poor kids are going to die for nothing, Coryo. And we’re to blame,” you cry, resting your head on his chest. He takes a deep breath and presses a kiss to the top of your head. You fit into him so perfectly. The steady, rhythmic beat of his heart in your ears grounds you, tethering you to the moment.
“It’s not your fault,” he whispers. “Dr. Gaul is clearly mad. The way she taunted you?” He pauses, sucking in a breath. There’s a few beats of silence before he speaks again. “I don’t know what she’s capable of, but if she’d have laid a hand on you, I-”
You lift your head to look up at him and lift your hands to place one on each side of his face. His eyes, a blue so clear you can see right into his soul, meet yours.
“I know, Coryo, I know.”
“We have to get out of here,” Coriolanus says. His gaze still holds yours, his demeanor serious.
Your brow furrows. “Get out of where? The Capitol? Coryo, where would we go?”
“Sejanus talks of a place up North, somewhere off the grid where nomads persist.”
“You can’t be serious,” you say, letting your hands fall from his face.
You wanted out. You’d heard rumors of this place up North too, but assumed it was fictitious – maybe a story the districts orchestrated to provide some hope after the war. You’d been taught to be grateful for a life in the Capitol, after all, your name would never be reaped. But the longer you spent here and the older you grew, the more the story of the Capitol and its protection seemed to fall apart. Today had been further proof. Putting the lives of district children in the hands of Capitol children for the sick purpose of entertainment and control.
Coryo turns his head to look out the floor to ceiling windows of the Snow penthouse. Coriolanus had many thoughts about his home, not all of them poignant and kind. He hated the way his home had crumbled throughout the war. Sure, it wasn’t as luxurious as it had once been, but you had an unspoken appreciation for it, knowing that everything within these walls shaped him into the Coryo you loved.
“If we go back to the Academy tomorrow, we’ll never escape. I have a sinking feeling about this game, love. I don’t want Gaul and her creatures hurting you and who’s Dean Highbottom to miss either of us? The miserable bastard will be three morphlings gone by the time the games begin.”
“What about Tigris? The Grandma’am? What about my family?”
Coriolanus sighs. “I’ll make arrangements with Pluribus tonight, he’s always done well to take care of us before.” Coryo reaches out to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, taking a pause to caress the side of your face. “And I’ll go wherever you go. If you want to stay, I’ll remain here with you. Whatever you decide, I’ll be there to protect you. This,” he whispers, running his thumb over your bottom lip, “is the most important thing to me.”
When your eyes meet his, the defense falls away. He sometimes wished you didn’t have such an effect on him. He never struggles keeping things in, or keeping the world out of his head. But with you – those eyes – he couldn’t hide. He’s grateful for it, really, before you he’d never had a soft place to land. But now, with your hands caressing him, he knows he’s found it.
You could imagine it. The thing you’ve always wanted, a life with Coryo. A life without the influence and ever-looming threat of the Capitol. Of their control, of the stress of finding a way to the top. Coryo wanted the same thing, a life with you. A life where you two were free to be whomever you wanted; a simple life where you could eat what you wanted, when you wanted, and spend your days lying with one another and living amongst others peacefully the way you imagined you would when the war first ended.
“I can’t go back there, Coryo.”
“Then tomorrow morning, we’ll go.” He says it so matter of factly. As if it’s all going to be okay. You choose to believe him and sink into the strength of his chest, wrapping yourself around him tightly. He chuckles, bringing some levity to the decision the two of you just made. “Why don’t we bask in one last hot shower, hm?”
You follow him down the hallway to the bathroom, his foot kicking the door shut in one swift movement. He reaches into the deep green tiled shower and turns on the water, running his hand under to test the temperature. You’re out of your clothes within seconds, eager to shed the identity of the Academy. Coryo does the same, eyeing you with a grin as you step past him and into the shower. He’s so himself here, stripped before you, not carrying the weight of the day, letting it all wash away from him as he ducks beneath the water, dampening his curls.
Without thought, your hand is in his hair, pushing the light blonde strands away from his face, those piercing blue eyes wandering every inch of you. He breathes into your touch, his hands following his gaze, mapping every inch of your body as if committing it further to memory. They say it’s the things we love most that destroy us and – god – he was certain you destroyed the parts of himself that he sometimes feared. With you, he was just Coryo. Your Coryo. And starting tomorrow you could be each others forever.
The warmth of the water combined with the feeling of his skin pressed against yours is heavenly. The steam rises, fogging up the glass as you tip your head back to dampen your hair. Your eyes fall shut, letting the water run down your body. Your body awakens when Coryo’s lips meet your neck, peppering kisses up your jawline until eventually, his hands are tangled in the ends of your hair, lifting your head back to meet him. Sighing, your body alight with warmth and desire, Coryo presses his lips to yours. There’s a quiet moan that you can’t make out as distinctly his or yours, but a shared expression of your feelings.
Something about this being the last night with life as you’d known it changes the kiss. There’s no hesitation, but no urgency either, your bodies intertwining in a way they haven’t before. As if there was nothing and nowhere else that mattered. You’re typically both so consumed with academy assignments, or house work, or recovering from whatever the day brought you. But tonight, with tomorrow on the horizon, it was simply you and Coryo.
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lesbianlotties · 2 years
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11, 22, & 77 for the fanfiction ask game!! Luv u <3
thank youuuu ily <3
11. Do you write scenes in order, or do you jump around?
hm. i'd say that 90% of the time i write it all in order. sometimes i remember or get a new idea and have to stick it somewhere in the middle but yeah
22. Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process?  How do you come up with titles?
i think it's a good mix of each! my titles are mostly song lyrics. so sometimes a good lyric inspires the entire fic, or i'm writing and i go oh my god this fits exactly with that song! and when i come up with the title at the end it's awful and i freak out and have no idea what to do until i find the right lyric or just a line of dialogue from the fic or something very direct that explains the fic lol
77. Why do you enjoy writing fanfiction?
oh my god i enjoy it so much 🤧🤧 i'm not sure how to explain why tho. like first of all i just really, really love writing. and most of the time fanfic is just easier, because the characters are already there. so it's a little less effort than coming up with everything, i can just sit down and immediately start writing and just enjoy every second of it. plus i just get way too attached to certain pieces of media, i can't just let go of the characters and move to the next thing, i need to like really study the characters and drop them in different scenarios to see what would happen! also gay. that's very important. i need to make everything as gay as possible. fictional lesbians i love you. and of course the part about the immediate gratification of comments! seeing the kudos and hits and bookmarks and comments!!!!! it makes it all so much more worth it.
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stcverogers · 1 year
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TOP GUN FIC RECS 2!
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top gun fics that i’ve been reading and obsessing with over recently
this is extremely important and i take this very seriously out of respect for the community. please do remember to read the rules for the respective blogs before interacting with or reading them.
F: fluff A: angst S: smut
𖥻 - series /multi part
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BRADLEY 'ROOSTER' BRADSHAW
F: monday to friday by @wildbornsiren a week of interacting with rooster and the one day he asks you out.
F: like father like son by @chaostheoryy rooster worries that he will face the same fate as his father.
F: lover by @hangmans-girl you reminisce the beginnings of your loving family
F: torture by @make-me-imagine you make a bet with rooster and till he wins, no kissing.
F: impact by @priceof-freedom the last thing you expected was getting a football to the head by the man you had been shooting heart eyes at
F: career day by @dearestdaffodils 𖥻 bradley's a decorated naval aviator and you're an elementary teacher.
A: happier by @wannabeschyulersister despite having broken up, all you want for bradley is for him to be happy.
F + A: the arrangement by @croimilis when you were 18, you and rooster made an agreement that you will always be the other's plus one to any event. years later, you need a date to a wedding and bradley lives up to the arrangement.
A: peace out by @undiscovered-horizon bradley's patience is run thin when your ex-boyfriend shows up at the hard deck.
F: eyes without face by @zstrn a day well spent with your family at the beach.
A: half a heart by @halsteadsbradshaw following your break up with rooster, you and rooster struggle to live without each other
F: his f-18, his bronco, his favorite sports teams and you by @starlightval you list the things that rooster loves and he corrects you
F + A: big fat fuckin' mistake by @shaded-echoes you have been keeping a toddler shaped secret from rooster for years when you're called back to lemoore, only for him to uncover the truth
S: i think i might love you by @stranger-nightmare hangman loves you but you love rooster
F + A: inconceivable! by @rolycolysficrecs having told that you were inconceivable at 17, you were led to believe that you would never have children. it is up to you to then decide between your miracle baby and the man you loved.
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JAKE 'HANGMAN' SERESIN
F + A: couldn't really stay away by @typical-simplelove not matter how much he tries, jake can't seem to stay away from you.
F + A: the gallows by @strangerstuffandthingsimagines your past comes back to haunt you as you overcome your fear of the inevitable
F + A: heartfirst by @etherealperrie 𖥻 you visit phoenix while she's based in san diego, only to find out that an old partner of yours is stationed there too. throw in a cocky blonde and you're in a whirl of emotions.
F + A: all this time by @phoenixbby you and hangman are stranded in the cold, only having each other as you wait for rescue to be dispatched.
F + A: vexation by @siempre-bucky you and hangman do not get along. what happens when the hate blurs into love?
F + A: who did this to you? by @justfandomwritings hangman finds you hurt and bruised at the hard deck, his protective side kicks in and he's determined to ensure your safety.
F + A: happily ever after by @daughterofthereaper02 jake is your childhood best friend. friends, that's all you would ever be, right?
F + A: make him wait by @powerfulruler 𖥻 jake seresin is not a patient man. for you? he's willing to wait eternity.
A: a little out of the ordinary by @mayhem24-7forever you think that jake could never love you that way while jake thinks the same.
F: hey pretty girl by @callsign-marlie the five times jake calls you pretty girl and the one time he uses it on another
F + A: until him by @lordabovehelpme you didn't know what love felt like till you met hangman
F + A: see you soon by @sunnysidevans you cross paths with hangman once again. will you make it work this time?
F: country girl, shake it for me by @nomtterwhere hangman brings you back to his hometown and shows you a side of him top gun never saw
F + A: this love by @roosterscock admiral kazansky's health is declining and you move back home to spend the last days of your father's life with him
S: loud and clear by @theonetrueneohero hangman, your brother's best friend, is off limits
F: muddy trails by @katcoquette a day in the woods with the ever adventurous hangman
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ROBERT 'BOB' FLOYD
F: the six times you met bob floyd in school and the one time you didn't by @lt-natrace bob's neice is a student in your class and you're enamored by her equally charming uncle
F + A: the five stages of falling in love by @imjess-themess you go through the five stages of gried as you fall in love with bob
F + S: morning after by @mothdruid you spend the night with bob, not knowing who each other really are
F: tense by @bippot bob is just too tense.
F + A: sweet home alabama by @3tabbiesandalab all you ever wanted was for bob to be successful, even at the expense of your only chance at happiness
F: we'll never have sex by @floyd-luvr while sat by the fire, you and bob share a sweet moment
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TOM 'ICEMAN' KAZANSKY
F: that’s him..that’s the man I’m going to marry. by @redmenacehorned as you watch tom recieve his well-deserved award, you are convinced that he is the man you are going to marry
F + S: something to remember me by by @callsignthirsty ice is worried he won't return and wants to leave you with something to remember him by
F: crash and burn by @callsign-dragonbaron none of the other pilots know that iceman has a partner. he watches from afar as his fellow aviators try to hit on you and fail terribly.
F: tom is finer by @krmy2386 pete doesn't treat you like you deserve and tom is willing to change that
S: steamy by @callsignbob tom kazansky gets on your nerves. what better to relieve the tension than hate sex?
S: fatal attraction by @hotgirlmav ice knows that you're so wrong for him. so wrong that you're absolutely right.
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NICK 'GOOSE' BRADSHAW
A: that photo of us by @heywheresemily bradley sifts through old family photos, finding one of his father and a familiar woman
F: the perfect weekend by @focusedarrow you and goose go behind your brother's back
F: i do by @callsign-rockstar on your wedding day, goose has one last thing to say 'i do' to
F: gremlins by @duchesstypewriter bradley wakes up in a flurry from a nightmare, you and goose ensure him that there are no gremlins hiding out
F: imagine goose comforting you after an argument by @spinningwebsandtales
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MICKEY 'FANBOY' GARCIA
F: don't drop my baby by @callsign-squints the dagger squad meet baby garcia for the very first time
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1donoow · 9 months
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STRANGER THINGS FANFICS REC PT.3
[Fanfics i've read]
edited
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♡ - smut
Mostly fluff
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steve harrington
eddie munson
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steve harrington
@maximoff-pan - steve with a golden retriever! reader
@luveline - calling steve lovebug
- ___
- shopping with steve
@hellfireclubmember - pretty girl
@quin-ns - crushes,chaos and confessions
@lady-ashfade - lunch worry
@crazycookiecrumbles - awkward car trips
- hawkin's Halloween surprise
- idiots, total idiots
@sattlersquarry - elegia
@thewriterg - in the moment
@scarlet-star-witch - the story of us
@peterparkersnose - steve harrington favorite things
@witchwyfe - teddy bear
@leossmoonn - steve getting caught being the little spoon when cuddling
@homeofthepeculiar - anchor
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eddie munson
@darling-i-read-it - secrets
@iliveiloveiwrite - here when you wake
@erosso - spending some time alone ♡
- ___
@undersilverlake - shy!eddie
@crimsonsabbath - double life
@marvelsswansong - total mystery
- decorating eddie's bandages
@hawkins-losers - would i make a great cheerleader?
@evans-heaven - pretzels
@etherealperrie - stuck with you pt.1
@ygrworld - everything for my lady
@two-red-lungs - rapunzel, rapunzel
@frenziedslashers - taking care of the freak ♡
@peterparkersnose - sleep hc
- eddie's favorite things
@thisisntmyrightera - always the freak girlfriend
@luveline - eddie's hair getting tangle
- reader sleeps w/ her teddy when she has anxiety
- helping eddie study
- ___
- golden retriever girlfriend
@l44serbeam - now i wanna,be your dog (metalhead!reader)
@coveredinsweetpea - ___
@hunterwritings - unexpected pt.1 (quiet shy!reader)
@catherinnn - cutting eddie's bangs
@macabre-mangled - eddie with a tomboy girlfriend
@dameronology - eddie with a reader who doesn't enjoy dnd
- ___
@kaylawritesfics - eddie dating a total sweetheart
- pride and plushies
@puckwritesfic - reader brushing and braiding eddies hair
@k4g3hika - who the hell
- welcome home
@sinnerlillith - the devil wears eyeliner
@heartofwritiing - come on come on darling
@quinnsmunson - head over heels
@4rlbym - jealous hc
@bowieandqueen11 - looking after a sick eddie would include
@kriffingstars - tutor
@ahninaknowsalot - eddie with a shy gf
@writing-fanics - i didn’t run this time
@dearestdaffodils - switched rings
@spirits-lament - sunday blooms
@mcplestreet - desperate ♡
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nowgiveusakiss · 1 year
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eddie munson masterlist - june 2022
“country girl” by @munsons-maiden
“black sabbath” by @90s-kalivoda 18+
“thigh riding” by @nyxvuxoa-writes 18+
“strange love” by @eddiemunsonssoulmate 18+
“forest rendezvous” by @gxtitobxby 18+
“nanny” by @glacial-snowflakes
“first time” by @steviebears 18+
“my pretty girl” by @greengoblinswifey 18+
“there was one prize i’d cheat to win” by @dyaz-stories
“worlds apart” by @/munsons-maiden 18+
untitled by @luveline
“in my mind there’s no sorrow” by belowva on ao3 18+
“stuck with you pt. 2” by @etherealperrie
“ceasefire” by @/munsons-maiden
“misunderstanding” by @iwritefandomimagines
“you’re my best view pt. 2” by @hawkins-losers
“heaven’s on fire” by @kiwicider 18+
“tapes for my lover” by @skyebounded 18+
“that should be me” by @sapphireplums
“disobedient” by @mywrittings 18+
“honey-soaked sunlight” by @myoddessy
untitled by @ridestomars
untitled by @hxneybimbo 18+
“my favorite henderson part 3” by @luvfae
“rings” by deactivated account 18+
“eddie’s throne” by deactivated account 18+
“thigh riding” by @erosso 18+
“body electric” by @starlightsearches 18+
“being bad feels pretty good, huh?” by @sinnerlillith 18+
“girls night out” by @chxrrysangel 18+
“eddie giving you head on his knees” by deactivated account 18+
“severed ties” by @phuckinphia 18+
“wild child, i want you” by @inklore 18+
“pink is metal” by @/sinnerlillith 18+
“mixtape pt. 2” by @/starlightsearches
“teenage rebellion” by @/starlightsearches 18+
“dealer’s choice | double down | down to the felt” by @ohcaptains 18+
untitled by deactivated account 18+
“heavy metal love” by @/inklore 18+
“spa day pt. 2” by deactivated account 18+
“not the type” by @quinnsmunson 18+
“fourth of july” by @andvys
“shut up. make me.” by @kierasthoughtdump 18+
“strawberries” by @/kiwicider 18+
“just hold still” by @mustyrosewater 18+
“in the shower” by @chaseadrian 18+
“a guide to d&d and dating” by @/munsons-maiden
“just getting started” by @/quinnsmunson 18+
untitled by deactivated account 18+
“my favourite henderson part 10” by @/luvfae 18+
“hands” by @two-red-lungs 18+
“caught” by @doomsdaybby 18+
“picture perfect | part 2” by @/doomsdaybby 18+
“miss you” by @sadiesuns 18+
“the priest’s daughter” by deactivated account 18+
“dancing with myself” by @ambrossart
“be quiet” by @eddiemvnsnluvr 18+
“love letters” by @/quinnsmunson 18+
“red light at the bowling alley” by @/chaseadrian 18+
untitled by @poppy-metal 18+
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supernaturaldawning · 2 years
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There’s so many insanely talented people on this app and here’s just a few of my faves
@bradshawsbaby
@dreamingathighaltitude
@lt-bradshaw
@lcahwriter
@halfway-happyyy
@highwaytothedangerzone502
@honeypiehotchner
@hxneyhxrts
@seasonsbloom
@sebsxphia
@etherealperrie
@kp9983
@kryptonitejelly
@bradshawswife
@anniesocsandgeneralstore
@liza-webber
@hufflepuffprincesse
@notroosterbradshaw
@daughterofthereaper02
@writercole
@gretagerwigsmuse
@greenorangevioletgrass
@callsign-milano
@callsign-phoenix
@wildbornsiren
@fuckyeahhangman
@green-socks
@feralforfrank
@youlightmeupfinn
@roosterforme
Just a few of the many many talented writers on Tumblr and I highly recommend all of their fics
I’m adding to this as I go and find more amazing writers so that other readers can find amazing authors
Also have it pinned now for easy access ! 💛
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isitstraightvodka · 3 months
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thank u for tagging me @dearscone this is adorable !! x
come decorate my tree 🩷
gonna tag: @hrina / @coldasyou / @halfmooneyes / @ncutii-gatwa / @junetwentyninth / @redlightschan / @evilrry / @yoonjinzayn / @etherealperrie / @aslongasitsrealtoyou / @riccis / @bicreature and @bhxrdy 😚
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hellotherekenobi · 1 year
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📖 recs for eddie munson mayhaps 👀 also, love you very much friend!!! I hope you have fun adventures 💖 (-obi-wankenobae/cas)
Thanks, sweetie!! Love you too!! Here are some of my personal favourites:
Boys Like You by @moonlight-prose
Second-Hand Motion by @thranduilsperkybutt (& all of her Eddie fics. All of them.)
Stuck With You pt.1 & pt.2 by @etherealperrie
Happy by @iliveiloveiwrite
Drunken Confessions by @mad-elia
First Couple Days by @darling-i-read-it
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motthe · 2 years
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𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐠
tysm @silkscream literally was so excited to see you tagged me because already a big fan of yours 🥺❤️
favorite color: any earth tones have me by the throat
currently reading: an assortment of fics. last time i picked up an actual store bought novel was unfortunately for a college class. i need to get back on reading some 😢
last song i listened to: imagine dragons - pantomime
last series i watched: strangers things 🙃
last movie i watched: the sea beast
sweet/savory/spicy: savory
what i’m working on now: uhhh, last thing i opened was my eddie fic part three and did some editing and added some stuff but i actively work on 4-5 fics interchangeably 😭
tagging: @gaybybirth @magical-warlock @inkinflux @inklore @house-of-kolchek @yellowroseskolchek @etherealperrie @honestlywrites
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17 Questions, 17 People
Thank you @evansrogerskitten for the tag!
Nickname: Cait, CaityBug, or Aunt Cat
Sign: Pisces
Height: 5′9″
Last thing I Googled: Triple A (abdominal aortic aneurysm), because I’m a huge nerd for work and was looking up meds
Song stuck in my head: Sucks To Know You (FU) by Mergui
Number of followers: 60
Amount of sleep: Right now, after a 48 hour sleep I took a 6 hour nap! 
Lucky number: 21
Dream job: Paramedic or Flight Medic
Wearing: my Top Gun shirt and some boy shorts
Movies/books that summarize you: Eat, Pray, Love
Favorite song: Currently my favorite song is Why by NF but it changes on the daily
Favorite instrument: Drums
Aesthetic: Dark, chaotic, messy, cats
Favorite author: Either Riley Sager orrrrrr Colleen Hoover
Random fun fact: I’ve been in healthcare for over 5 years, and I’ve had my EMT for 7 months now. Today I got to meet a man I helped save within my first month at my job. He went into full cardiac arrest in the back of the ambulance after being loaded into the back and myself and my supervisor did chest compressions on him for over 45 minutes until we could get him to the hospital.
@dreatine @atarmychick007 @rrocky0ah @gretagerwigsmuse @lostdreamr-blog1 @callsign-fox @fuckyeahhangman @rosiahills22 @blue-aconite @coyotesamachado @lattemorgan @the-winter-marvel33 @etherealperrie @revolution-starter @cowboyseresin @greenorangevioletgrass @imjessthemess-rec
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serotoninenthusiast · 2 years
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song titles challenge :))
tagged by icon legend riley @starryeyedmunson
✨ rules: make a new post and spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url ✨
lord knows what this will end up looking like..
stephen gerrard is my dad - the new cut
everybody wants to rule the world - tears for fears
rapture - declan mckenna
only angel - harry styles
tribute - tenacious d
oh, bandage! up yours! - xray spex
nocturnal me - echo and the bunnymen
i fought the law - the clash
nothing new - taylor swift ft. phoebe bridgers
eternal summer - the strokes
no children - the mountain goats
the passenger - souixsie and the banshees
heaven and hell - black sabbath
under my thumb - the rolling stones
soldier, poet, king - the oh hellos
i believe to my soul - ray charles
achilles come down - gang of youths
straight through the heart - dio
tire swing - kimya dawson
!! a slay, i fear !!
tagging some blogs i love!
@malewifesteve @eddiemunsonssoulmate @etherealperrie @creme-bruhlee @quinnquinnjoe @my-emotional-self @honeypotstyles @thefreakymunson @satanhalsey @meatsound @shurisneakers @whirlybirbs @prettyboyharrington @murdermunson @greengay @munsons-girl @mypoisonedvine @welcome-to-hellfire @hawkins-high
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etherealperrie · 2 years
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Stuck With You {pt. I}
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Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader: In which Class President!Reader is paired with Stoner!Eddie Munson for a class project. Despite their best efforts to get a new partner and a general hatred one another, Reader and Eddie find out there might be more to one another than they first thought. And...Hey, wait, you're actually kind of sweet and misunderstood?
Word Count: 2k
Contains: Mild language | Enemies to friends to (later) lovers trope | Class President!Reader | Fluff & cute banter |
A/N: Italics indicate a flashback sequence. Story takes place pre-season 4, so no spoilers for the newest season (aside from Eddie being a character and existing in the ST universe). (Almost) gender neutral, aside from the use of the word "madame" a handful of times. My first time writing for Eddie Munson. Hope you enjoy <3
This is the first part in the "Stuck With You" series! Here are the links to parts 2 | 3 | 4 |
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You were meant to be helping prep for tomorrow’s pep rally, but you’d somehow let Eddie the freak Munson convince you to trek across town to Forest Hills Trailer Park just to get some work done. Convenient for him, at the least. You’d never even been to this side of Hawkins before. Well, you’d driven past on your way to and from school, but you’ve never spent any real time here. Not until today. Groaning, you glance down at your watch as you trudge across the grass, searching for the right trailer. 8:13pm.
It wasn’t like you didn’t try to get a different partner, it was that Ms. O’Donnell refused your plea. Eddie didn’t look pleased about the pairing either, but he didn’t often look pleased about anything. The only time you ever saw him smile was when you caught glimpses of the Hellfire Club meetings after school in one of the empty classrooms as you passed by on your way to and from student council meetings. The room was always loud and raucous, shouting and whooping both at and on behalf of Eddie as he rolled some dice. In the classroom though, he was rarely present – physically or mentally. Barely passing the class, you assumed, which was why Ms. O’Donnell had the sadistic idea to pair him with you: in hopes of finally getting him graduated. 
“I prefer to work alone,” you say, looking up into the eyes of Ms. O’Donnell. 
She clicks her tongue, shaking her head. “This is a partnered project, it’s too much work to do alone.” She starts to turn away but you refuse, pushing yourself up from your desk to step between her and the chalkboard. 
“But, I’ve already read The Scarlet Letter! And, we both know I’m going to end up doing all of the work anyway. Anyone else, please.”
The words tumble out of your mouth, sounding a bit more desperate than you wanted, but it was just unfair. You had a winter ball and a pep rally to plan, plus a student council to run, you didn’t need to waste time trying to get a deadbeat student to do some work. 
“My mind's made up, my dear. You should get to work, I’m certain you and Mr. Munson will work well together if you put aside your differences and try.”
You open your mouth to object once again, but she holds a hand up, signaling that the conversation was over. Groaning, you turn back to the class, everyone in the room divided evenly into pairs. At the very back is none other than Eddie Munson. He’s leant back in the chair, his feet propped up on the desk, a smug grin on his lips. 
“Madame President, what an honor,” he teases as you slide into the seat next to him. He sits up at attention in his chair, mocking a salute. The silver skull ring on his middle finger glints under the stream of sunlight coming in through the adjacent window. His fingers, long and nimble, crash down onto the desk as he chuckles to himself, too proud of his own joke. 
You roll your eyes, sliding him a copy of the book Ms. O’Donnell had given you. “Trust me, I’m just about as delighted with this pairing as you are.” 
He scoffs, feigning hurt, and picks up the book. He pages through it haphazardly before setting it back down, all in the same second. His eyes move to you, his smile spreading. “Actually – Madame President – I am quite delighted with my partner. This is the last class I need to pass to get the fuck out of here and I have a feeling you’ll be able to get me that passing grade.”
“I’m not doing all of this by myself to float your ass to graduation so you can go jack off with your stupid club and sell drugs in the meantime.” You cross your arms harshly, shooting him an accusatory look. 
“You are a truly ruthless leader, Madame President.” 
“Enough with the nickname already, Munson. Or, if you’d prefer to stick with them, I have a few I could use for you.” 
He raises an eyebrow, challenging you. “Would ‘Oh, Mighty One’ be better?” 
You open your mouth to argue, but snap it shut. 
He didn’t know you and didn’t want to. You didn’t know him either, but you didn’t need to. It didn’t matter much either way, there was a project that needed to be done and you weren’t going to let a stoner like Eddie Munson tarnish your permanent record, not with graduation just a few weeks away. You could both graduate and move on with your lives, this project would be nothing but a small blip in the rearview mirror of life. 
“Let’s just get this over with. The sooner we start, the sooner we can be done. What are you doing after school?”
“Oh my god are you asking me out?” he gasps, his voice lifting an octave as he twirls a piece of hair between his fingers. 
“For the project,” you hiss. “We could meet in the library before my student council meeting.”
He laughs loudly, catching the attention of a few of the students around you. 
“I’ve got Hellfire Club.” He lifts his hand and puts up a finger, counting each thing off with his other hand as he talks. “Then a couple of drug deals – the usual, weed, Special K...you know how it is–” he looks up at you with a smirk, chuckling at your wide eyes. “And then after that, I’m working with the band. So, no, the library won’t work for me. But you can drop by after we’re done.”
The evening was cold and dark, fog rolling in over the small town. You thought you might hear the final moments of Eddie’s band rehearsal as you approached a light blue trailer near the end of the park, but they must’ve been long finished. You wondered if they were actually any good. You couldn’t actually imagine liking it, you weren’t a fan of metal music – more of a Cyndi Lauper fan, yourself – but you couldn’t curb your own curiosity. To your dismay, it was eerily quiet. Tugging your jacket a little close to your chest, you hope you’d stumble upon the Munson residence sooner rather than later. 
“Boo!” A voice shouts, echoing into the night. You jump, goosebumps crawling across your skin as you crash into the side of the trailer in front of you, your heart thumping loudly against your chest. “Woah, woah, sorry, I didn’t really mean to scare you.” Eddie Munson comes into view, his long hair wild and mussed, his eyebrow quirked. A haze of smoke pools around him, a cigarette dangling lazily between his fingers. He takes you in, his gaze moving down your body and back up to your face, assessing the situation. 
“You okay?” His smug smile fades, his brow knitting together in worry. He drops the cigarette and stamps it out, stepping closer to you.
“I think so.” You peel yourself from the side of the trailer, your heart still pounding, your breathing labored and ragged. “Ouch,” you mumble. A tinge of pain stings your head, where you’d smacked it in your moment of panic. You cough, batting away the smoke and reach up to rub the sore spot. 
“I thought you saw me, that was a shitty idea, my bad.” He steps forward, leaning over you to check out your head. He was so much taller than you thought, a good foot taller than you. As he hovers nearby, you breathe in the scent of him: cigarettes, sweat, and a musky cologne flooding your senses. “Come on in, I think I’ve got some ice for your head.” He yanks open the trailer door and steps through the frame, leaning back to help you in. 
You’d never been this close to him before nor seen him outside of school. You were always rushing around at school so you never really had an opportunity to study him. A pair of black jeans hang low on his hips, held up by a studded dark leather belt. Standing with his hand resting on top of the doorframe, a thin strip of his stomach is visible underneath his Hellfire Club t-shirt. Your eyes work their way up his long torso, taking note of the various tattoos scattered across his arms and collarbones. 
Before you know it you’re sitting on the edge of Eddie Munson’s bed, holding a bag of frozen peas to your head and watching him rush around you. He stashes a black metal lunchbox into his dresser and kicks a pile of clothes into the tiny closet, shutting the doors behind him. The room was small and stunk of cigarettes and weed. An ashtray sits on his bedside table, along with a small collection of silver jewelry, a couple of figurines of characters you didn’t recognize, and his copy of The Scarlet Letter – a bookmark fit snugly between the pages. Had he actually started reading it?
His voice draws you back to reality. “I know it’s a mess, sorry…but at least my uncle, uh, had the peas.” He finally stops cleaning and plops down onto his bed, leaving plenty of space between the two of you.
“It’s okay, really, thank you.” You lift the pack of peas from your head and set it down on his black duvet. “I think I’ve been healed.” 
“You sure? You’re not having any hallucinations, are you?” 
“Sitting in Eddie Munson’s bedroom, I feel like I might be. This is happening, right?” You nod in the direction of the book on his nightstand. “Like, did you actually read that?” 
“I skimmed the book.” He rolls his eyes, letting out a small laugh. “And I could say the same thing, I almost don’t believe our class president, the sweetheart of Hawkins High is in my bedroom right now.” 
“Sweetheart of Hawkins High is a bit of an overstatement.” 
“Only the most adored person ever would say that.” 
You shake your head. “No, people adore girls who are sweet and charming, like Chrissy Cunningham. Some kids respect me, because I make a lot of important decisions — like starting tater tot Tuesday — but for the most part they just tolerate me. They don't like me.” 
A beat of silence falls between you. 
“Well shit, Madame President.” 
You shoot him a glare and he laughs. Sighing, he scoots down to the edge of the bed where you sit, being careful to not get too close. Suddenly, you’re not sure if you would mind. 
“I get it, you’re looking at Hawkins’ resident freak. Though, they don’t really even tolerate me.”
“To be fair, you do come across as mean and scary.” 
His lip twitches as he thinks over your comment. “I do? Is it the tattoos or the hair?” 
You laugh. "I think it might be the satan shirt and the Dungeons and Dragons worship."
He glances down at his shirt and shrugs, snickering to himself.
“I hate to break it to you babe, but you come across the same way.” 
“Shit, I do? Is it my impressively high GPA or my amazing pep rallies?” 
“I actually think it’s the obnoxiously big ‘Class President’ patch on your denim jacket.” 
“Fuck, Munson, I was just starting to not hate you.” You blurt, watching him. He laughs, knocking his knee against yours. “Seriously, you’re not like I thought you’d be.”
You immediately regret the words as soon as they leave your mouth. Eddie didn’t need to know you thought about him, about who he might really be underneath the school facade. You’d never considered he might be different until tonight, until you noticed the way his face softened when he thought you might be hurt or scared. You didn’t think he really even cared what people at school thought about him, but like you, it was more bothersome than he let on.  
“I don’t hate you either, Oh Mighty One.” He takes his bottom lip between his teeth, “and I’ll admit, you’re better than I thought you’d be.” 
Within seconds your eyes reconnect with his. Brown eyes bore into yours, a smirk painted across his pink lips. Heat pulses through your body, rising in your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you hold up your book, smiling. “Then, let’s get to work.” 
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lesbianlotties · 2 years
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tagged by @ongreenergrasses and @werewolfxwheeler thank youuu <3
Rules: Put the last line from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words
this is from "make my menace into someone you'd adore" and i'm about to post the new chapter but anyway here's the last line!
It was only a matter of time before one of them stopped holding their breath and the whole thing came falling down around them.
okay i literally can't tag that many people ghjdhgjfh
tagging: @badcures @lilolilyr @sapphicriley @etherealperrie @salzundhonig
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barrykeoghussy · 3 years
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41, 75, 88 for the New Year's ask 💕
Thank you ma'am 💛
41 Favorite album that you listened to this year?
I won't lie, I don't actually listen to a lot of albums. Half the time, I just find a few songs that I vibe with off them and stick to those. Tbh the only album I can think if that I even fully listened to this year was the Hamilton soundtrack.
75 Favorite memory of this year?
In February 2020 BC (aka Before COVID), @formaneric and I went to Toronto to see @mothmanaging for my birthday. That weekend consisted of Ashley and I getting lost in Union Station immediately after getting off the train (as per usual), me having my first edible, us getting lost (for maybe a hour?) trying to find this board game place near our Air BnB, trying vegan ice cream, eating way too many french fries, seeing Grafitti Alley and me sneaking an ice cream cone onto the subway.
88 Celebrity crush of the year?
Mr. José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal, of course (as if y'all didn't know?)
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dindjarins · 5 years
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🌠💕
🌠 This one is so obvious but! Little Mix.
🌠 Pastel colours, especially pink and yellow.
🌠 Pop punk and alt pop music!
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wasabiholland · 4 years
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I was tagged by @etherealperrie ily!!!! ♥️♥️♥️
🌿 favourite comfort food: scrambled eggs orrrr vege nachos  🌼 favourite alcohol (or hot drink!): Jägermeister & coke or redbull whoops lol  🌷 favourite relaxing activity: being home alone and cleaning the house with music blasting 🌸 favourite fluffy/feel-good fic: im not a fluffy fic kind of gal, angst allll the way 🌻 favourite calming scent: EUCALYPTUS (I bought that Function Of Beatuy shampoo & conditioner and I chose the scent to be eucalyptus and its sosososo good) 🌺 favourite relaxing song: call it what you want by Taylor Swift or blue by Beyonce ALSO DAYLIGHT & INTHAF BY TAYLOR SWIFT. also all of lm5 is just pure art, not necessarily calm & relaxing sounds but it does relax me 🌵 favourite white noise: I think I've only heard white noise once in school when these 2 guys were doing an experiment if we could still hear the noise after a certain amount of time... so... that? 🍄 favourite book to get lost in: I just finished reading Before I Fall bc I love the movie, and fr that book just flew by 💐 favourite chill-out tv show: b99, new girl, parks & rec, schitts creek, the good place, community. basically any sitcom giveeee it to meee 🌹 the best advice you’ve ever had: it was from my year 11 drama teacher when I wasn't ‘engaging with the material’ but I feel like it legit applies to life too & it was “If you don't feel like a dick, you're not doing it right,” also I can't remember who told me this but it helped with my confidence loads “No one cares about you. they're too bust worrying about their own spot on their face to even care about yours. you're another face in the crowd to everyone else.” and it sounds mean but it helped me feel better about my insecurities knowing that no one is focussing on me lol
im always the worst at tagging people so im saying if you even SEE this post, you have to do it. no two ways about it 🥰🥰
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