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lovebugism · 4 months

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rockstar!eddie x shy!reader , christmas party shenanigans, shes so sweet she made cookies & sweets for everyone but she wasn’t asked to , run ins w celebs 🤭

hope u like it angel!! — a rockstar flirts with eddie munson’s girl minutes before corroded coffin plays a show (shy!reader, established relationship, fluff, 1.4k)

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Corroded Coffin’s got their own green room — backstage at one of the biggest music festivals of the year. There’s a team of people dressed in black waiting at their beck and call. Eddie’s pretty sure KISS is in the suite down the hall. As a boy from Middle of Nowhere, Indiana, he doesn’t feel very deserving of any of it.

He feels like he’s dreaming, really. The only thing keeping him from pinching himself is Dustin and Lucas’ roughhousing and Steve’s stupid belly laugh. Having all his childhood friends here is strangely humbling.

Eddie lazes on an expensive leather chair, totally unsure of what to do with himself when he’s not holding you. He’s trying to get comfortable in the foreign leather drab that stylists put him in when the door yawns open. It swings with such ferocity that the metal knob slams against the opposite wall with a low thud. It isn’t any surprise that the culprit is Robin Buckley.

She storms in first, followed more quietly by you some seconds later.

“Woah, woah, woah— what happened?” Eddie wonders aloud, already on edge with anxiety. Robin swooping in like a dark grey storm cloud doesn’t make it any better.

You shrug with a tin of Christmas cookies in your hand. Some are already missing because you wanted to pass them out to the workers. “It’s not like I don’t have enough to go around,” you’d said with a shy chuckle, nodding to the table lined with homemade pastries. You always bake when you’re nervous.

“We bumped into someone on the way back,” you explain in a gentle murmur, mindful of the emotional girl across the room. “I think she might’ve known him…”

“You didn’t recognize him?” Robin blurts from where she’s flopped on the leather couch. Her eyes go wide, the edges of them smudged with brown eyeliner. The look she gives you makes you cower.

“…No?”

“That was Roger Taylor,” she tells you. And then, when it still doesn’t hit you— “From Queen.”

Your doe eyes flood with a similar, more innocent look of shock. “That’s who that was?”

Robin groans and shoves her face into the fluffy throw pillow beneath her. She decides to talk to the only person in the room who could understand her and her wild emotions. Steve, sitting next to her with cookie crumbs all over his mouth, somehow manages to cipher her mumbled, emotional slurs.

“You don’t get it— it was like seeing an angel, Steve. He was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen— and I don’t even like men!”

“Yeah, so that’s definitely saying something,” the boy mumbles through a mouthful of pastry.

Eddie, still wide-eyed with amazement, turns to look up at you. You’re lingering at his side, a sweet thing dressed in pastel pink. He reaches over to smooth a hand over your pale tights. His ringed fingers are almost achingly warm when they curl around the back of your thigh. He tilts his chin to smile at you with all his teeth.

“I thought you loved Queen, babe,” he chuckles, squeezing gently at your leg.

“I do,” you insist, always shy in your way, as you shift your weight on your feet. Your sheepish gaze flits to the tray in your hand — to the hand-made snowmen, trees, and snowflakes. “I just didn’t know that’s what he looked like.”

“Was he pretty?” Eddie teases with a knowing squint in his chocolate eyes.

You shrug, burning with misplaced embarrassment. “I don’t know… I didn’t really look,” you mutter. His chest swells with something short of pride. “They just wanted to try my cookies—”

“That’s what she said,” Gareth quips. Followed by an audible slap when Jeff reaches over to smack him. “—Ow!”

“Was Freddie Mercury there?” Dustin wonders from across the room, smiling wide at the thought. His giggle is boyish and high-pitched. “That’d be insane.”

You shake your head in response. “No— but now that I think about it, that’s probably why they said they needed to take some extra for Fred. There was another guy there, though.”

“Yeah?” Eddie lilts to egg you on.

“Yeah. He kinda looked like a poodle—”

“Brian May!” the room choruses.

“Um…” you mumble under your breath. “Maybe?”

“One of the best guitarists of our time Brian May?” Robin wonders, a tad bit dramatic, and filled with life all over again. “Astrophysicist and super genius Brian May?”

Your smile is innocent and utterly sincere. “Oh, he’s an astrophysicist? That’s so cool!”

Robin groans again, and you flinch.

“…What?”

“Nothing,” Eddie answers for her, squeezing your leg to bring your attention back to him again. His rosy grin widens when your eyes meet his. “You’re just cute.”

Your face heats like it’s the first time he’s ever complimented you. Your warm cheek tilts to your shoulder as you smile quietly back at him. “Well, thank you,” you mutter shyly.

“Why can’t anything good happen to me?” Robin whines.

Steve doesn’t mean to laugh, but it tumbles out before he can stop it. “It did happen to you. You were there.”

“Well, it didn’t feel good at the time!”

The door creaks open again. Nancy and Jonathan walk in together, fashionably late. It wouldn’t be surprising if she stopped a couple of musicians for impromptu interviews and didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer — bound to be on the front page of Hawkins Post come Sunday morning.

Jonathan, however, looks a little bit dazed. “Is that— Is that Queen in the hallway?” he whispers to the group of you, like he’s scared the band might hear him.

“Yep,” Robin deadpans in response, popping the p.

“Ooh. Smells like a bakery in here,” Nancy lilts with a pretty pink smile.

You get all shy because it’s entirely your fault. “Yeah. Sorry. I kinda… went overboard with the cookies.”

“Don’t be sorry. I love when you bake us stuff,” she assures you, then bites the head off of a sugary snowman. She sighs at the heavenly taste and nods with it stuck in her cheek. “Don’t ever, ever be sorry.”

You giggle all pretty in response.

Jonathan reaches into the tray and pulls out a crumpled piece of paper. “Woah. What’s this?”

“Oh. Shit. Sorry. I meant to throw that away—”

Nancy rips it from his hands. She straightens it out as best she can and squints when she finds writing on the back of it. She grins like she’s found some kind of hidden treasure.

“Wait, this is someone’s phone number,” she announces to the rest of them room. She reads it out loud for all of you, each of you on the edges of your metaphorical seats. “Thanks for the cookies, but I bet you taste sweeter. I’m free after the show. Call me. Roger.”

The room goes deadly silent.

Eddie is among the gaping mouths of shock, unsure if he should be jealous or amused.

“He wanted to try your cookies, alright,” Gareth chuckles under his breath. Jeff snorts out a laugh, then reaches over to slap him again. The curly-haired boy cowers. “Oh, come on! You thought it was funny, too!”

“Let me see that,” Eddie insists, rising on his feet to take the paper from Nancy’s painted fingertips.

His brown eyes flit back and forth as he reads it for himself. Once, then twice, then a few more times after that. He’s about to play a show for thousands of people, yet this is somehow harder for him to grasp.

“Roger Taylor wants to fuck my girlfriend,” he murmurs in amazement to himself.

For some reason, feeling the need to defend yourself, you rush to get the words out. “I didn’t know that’s what that was, Eds, I swear— I figured he thought I worked here, and he was just giving me his trash to throw away.”

Eddie turns to you, still silent. His chocolate eyes are slightly glazed over as he blinks at you — the sweetest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on, so polite in her shyness and aloof with it, too.

Still in a state of subtle disbelief about all of this — the phone number, the looming performance, and the fact he ever landed you in the first place — he shakes his wild head with a dumbfounded smile.

“I love the shit outta you, you know that?” he says with a burst of low, boyish laughter. He doesn’t give you the opportunity to answer before wrapping you up in his leather-clad arms and pressing a smothering kiss to your mouth.

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ladykailitha · 1 month

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Icarus Part 4

Oops! I didn't realize this one had so many chapters done. I had been using it as my "I'm stuck on the other two stories so I work on this one to clear my head" story and I currently have five chapters backlogged. So instead of Batshit Soulmates today, you're getting two of this one. One now and one tonight.

In this chapter we have Eddie doing his research and we find out how he recognized Steve. Also Jeff&Eddie besties for life!

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3

@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03

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The last few days in Hawkins went by in a blur. Eddie couldn’t do the research he wanted to, not without alerting everyone else what he was up to, so he focused on buying both their albums and listening to them nonstop.

“This that band you went to go see?” Wayne asked after three days of him having both albums on constant repeat. “The one you were whining about have to go to?”

Eddie sat up from where he laying on the floor with headphones on and took them off, resting them around his neck. He pulled one knee up and draped his arms around it casually.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Dustin has been gloating about it, so I would rather you didn’t add to the pile.”

Wayne crouched down so that they were eye level. “This about that secret you found out?”

Eddie opened his mouth to lie but Wayne just raised an eyebrow and he snapped his mouth shut with a click. He let out a low shuddering breath and then nodded.

“Yeah,” he said, “it’s about that.”

Wayne picked up the vinyl sleeve and looked at the cover. He studied the image a moment or two before he said, “You think that someone you know is in the band, don’t you?”

Eddie bit his lower lip and then sighed heavily. He knew he couldn’t keep it from Wayne, but he had hoped he would have been back in Cali before he realized it.

“I’m not one hundred percent sure,” he said tilting his head back, “but yeah. I think I know someone in the band.”

“You jumping to conclusions?” Wayne asked in that gruff but gentle way that was a staple of Eddie’s childhood.

Eddie looked up at Wayne and then shook his head. “I don’t know enough. Not yet.”

Wayne got to his feet with a grunt. “Good. You keep it that way. There’s probably a good reason for all that.” He waved at the vinyl sleeve. “So don’t you go pushing your friend’s buttons until you know that reason.”

Eddie nodded. “I read you loud and clear.”

Wayne ruffled Eddie’s hair and walked away, leaving Eddie with plenty of time to think.

****

Dustin was staying in Hawkins for the whole summer, so when Eddie left, he was finally on his own.

Finally able to get out of his head and do some real research. He also knew better than to do anything than listen to his own music mid-flight. Too many wandering eyes.

Any one of his fellow passengers could be some blogger, Youtuber, Tiktoker, influencer or actual fucking press.

Thankfully the flight was most empty and short.

He was met at the airport by his manager Chrissy Cunningham.

She grabbed his bag, leaving Eddie to juggle his guitar better.

“Record management has all four of you in a hotel nearby,” she told him as she stowed the bag in her trunk. “They want you sequestered this time.”

Eddie winced. It wasn’t for any music related reason, though he didn’t doubt the sequestering would help with the process.

Nope.

It was because last time Gareth and Brian went on a three day drinking bender and were too sloshed to function for at least two days after that. Almost a whole week of recording down the drain because half the band went off the rails.

“Roger that!” Eddie said with a jaunty two fingered salute.

“You can have alcohol sent to your room,” she continued as they got into the car. “But Gareth and Brian aren’t allowed. So if you share your stash, that’s on you.”

“You can count on me and Jeff not contribute to the delinquency of our bandmates,” Eddie bit out. “We were just as pissed as the label when we couldn’t get a hold of them for those five days.”

Chrissy nodded. “Fame can really do some fucked up shit to people.”

Eddie hummed his acknowledgment. “Just please tell me I’m not sharing with anyone. You know they all hate sleeping in the same room as me.”

Chrissy snorted. “Only because you stay up all hours of the night perfecting song, while they actually want to, oh I don’t know...sleep?”

Eddie cackled. He was the world’s worst insomniac when they were working on an album. The rest of the time he was a sound sleeper.

“But no,” Chrissy hummed, “you all have your own suites. With Brian and Gareth on opposite sides of the hotel so they don’t fuel each other’s vices.”

Eddie let out a deep sigh. “That’s great news.”

They went up to Eddie’s suite and he immediately got to unpacking. He couldn’t stand living out of his suitcase and didn’t know how anyone else could.

He ordered a couple of six packs of beer, his favorite vodka, and a couple of whiskys that should last him at least a couple of weeks. He stashed the beer in the suite provided mini-fridge and settled down to watch Youtube on the big screen TV.

He was just devouring everything he could on The Fallen. He started with their music videos. The one for “Kiss the Boys/Kiss the Girls” was especially sweet. He found out that the lead singer was bisexual and that the song was about finding love in whatever form that took. With a full verse on non-binary peeps despite the title.

But the videos weren’t helpful. The band themselves were rarely in them. So Eddie turned to interviews. Impromptu ones on red carpets and podcasts, as well as sit down interviews for talk shows and entertainment press.

Again the lead singer was charismatic and charming. And it was looking more and more like his theory was correct.

Then he came across the interview.

“How does Azrael see out of his mask?” the Vanity Fair interviewer asked.

The drummer pulled out another mask and handed it to Abbadon. It seemed like it was part of the shtick that the drummer never spoke.

Abbadon held up the mask to the light. “You can see that the eyes are a mesh-like material. It works like a one way mirror. You with the strong light, can’t see in, but Azrael with darkness of the mask can see out.”

Eddie hummed his interest. That was a cool trick. It meant that the drummer wouldn’t get hurt while still maintaining that anonymity.

And it appeared that the interview thought the same as they nodded along, impressed.

“What is the reason for the masks?”

Astraeus leaned forward into the mic. “Because when we first got started no one would take us seriously as ourselves?”

Just then the hotel door swung open and Eddie quickly pressed pause. He sighed with relief when he saw it was Jeff.

Jeff stopped in his tracks to stare at the screen. “Oh hey, The Fallen. They’re pretty cool.”

Eddie whipped his head around and glared at him.

“How do you know about them and I didn’t?”

Jeff laughed. “Dude, the radio embargo was you thing, not an everyone thing. They’re really good. I love their new single ‘You’. It’s really sweet.”

Eddie nodded, it was really good. It was one was of his favorites, too.

Jeff got closer to the TV. “Wait. Is this the ‘metal fans would hate us if they saw who we really are’ interview?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah.”

“That’s such bullshit,” Jeff scoffed. “Metal fans are the most welcoming group of fans out there.”

Eddie chewed on his bottom lip and thought about Steve. And how preppy he still dressed even this far outside of high school.

“Not if they were preps,” he said softly.

That brought Jeff up short. “What now?”

“I think Abbadon is Steve.”

Jeff started laughing and laughing like he couldn’t stop. Eddie rolled his eyes and pulled up the picture he had taken of The Fallen’s lead singer. Once Jeff had gotten control of himself, Eddie showed him the picture.

“Okay...” Jeff said. “I’m not sure what this shows other than your obsession with necks.”

“Zoom in.”

Jeff rolled his eyes but did as he was told. “Okay, so what am I looking at?”

Eddie licked his lips nervously. “You see those two moles, just under his chin?”

Jeff half shrugged. “I mean, I guess.”

“Steve has moles in the exact same place,” Eddie explained. He took the phone back from Jeff and went through his IG feed. He pulled up a picture of Steve. The angle wasn’t exact, but it was close enough.

He handed it back to Jeff. “Now zoom in on the neck.”

Jeff did as he was told.

“Holy fucking shit!”

Eddie pursed his lips and chewed on the bottom one. He played with his rings and was just fidgeting.

“Dude!” Jeff cried. “We should tell someone!”

Just then Eddie’s fidgeting hit the remote and the video began playing again.

“Is there any chance of a future reveal?” the interviewer asked.

Asmodeus leaned into the mic and said, “Ask us again in ten years when we’re world famous.”

Eddie managed to get a hold of the remote to pause it again and in the resulting silence Jeff and him shared a glance.

“Fuck, dude,” Jeff said. “We can’t say shit, can we?”

Eddie shook his head. “It would be like outing a queer person before they were ready.”

Jeff came around the sofa and flopped down next to him.

“Wow,” he said with more than a little awe. “So Steve Harrington is in a metal band...” He let out a shuddering sigh. “And is good. Not just good, but damn good.”

Eddie nodded. “Is it bad that I kinda feel like I’ve been tricked?”

Jeff let out a slow breath. “Look, I’m not going to tell you how to feel, but if no one knows, that it’s not personal.”

“You mean to tell me that no one knows?” Eddie hissed, getting to feet. “Not Robin, not Dustin? Or any of the kids? Because I call bullshit!”

Jeff looked up at him. “Robin, maybe. Those two are attached at the hip. Hell, Robin could even be their slinky and sexy manager, Celeste. But Dustin, man? I wouldn’t tell that kid shit. Not if I wanted it to still be secret ten minutes later.”

Eddie fought to calm his breathing. Yeah okay. That tracked. Robin with makeup and a black wig would completely disguise her to the point that not even her own mother would recognize her if they passed on the street.

“Dustin wouldn’t–” he began but Jeff cut him off.

“This is the kid that spoiled Will’s surprise party that he was planning,” Jeff said, counting off on his fingers. “The kid that would go searching through his mom’s closets and under her bed looking for birthday and Christmas presents. The same one that announced our second album six hours before it was set to drop. I wouldn’t tell Dustin Henderson the time of day if I didn’t want everyone to know about it.”

Eddie huffed. He wanted to argue that all that was little shit. Not really that important. But then he remembered all the times where Dustin would say something out of context, something that all his friends would jump on him for, only for it to be revealed later that Dustin had spoiled some surprise. It was just that no one had realized it at the time.

This time he let out a long sigh.

“Yeah, okay,” Eddie said, sitting back down next to Jeff on the sofa. “And I know that if Steve had come to me and said he wanted to form a metal band, I would have laughed in his face.”

Jeff gave his knee a squeeze. “We all would have. So let’s do what we do best. We change the culture. We make the metal scene open to people of all walks of life, not just the freaks and outcasts. We make it safe for them to come out.”

Eddie let out a shuddering sigh. “Yeah. I could do that. We could do that.”

“Good,” Jeff said, patting Eddie’s knee. “It’s not going to be easy, but we’ve never liked easy.”

Eddie laughed as Jeff got up. “So what are you doing in my room anyway? Don’t you have your own?”

Jeff opened the mini fridge and took out a can of beer. “I forgot to order beer and I hate it warm, so I thought I’d steal one of yours.”

Eddie threw a throw pillow at him, which Jeff deftly caught and lobbed back at him.

Jeff came over and kissed his cheek. “Get out of your head and do something with all that restless energy you’ve built up with this eating away at you.”

Eddie let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, man. Thanks.”

Just as Jeff reached the door, he called out. “What would you and the boys think about inviting them to open for us on our next tour?”

Jeff grinned. “They would probably kiss you on the mouth.”

Eddie threw back his head and laughed. “Duly noted.”

****

Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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gerrystamour · 11 months

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Gerry★30s★He/Him/His★AO3★Main

Taglist: OPEN

All fics are STRANGER THINGS and/or STEDDIE unless otherwise stated.

★At A Glance★

Updated on February 8, 2024

★My Niches★

Transmasculine Steve Harrington★#TransmascSteve.

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vintagesffantasyactors · 5 days

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As promised, now that we're a few days out from the final submissions deadline, here is a list of all the actors who have been submitted and will be in the bracket so far! If you submitted someone and they aren't on this list, there is a chance I felt they fell into that category of not really having a super strong connection to sci fi/fantasy generally and where the roles noted for them weren't necessarily roles that they're very well known for, or in a couple of cases there were people submitted where the work listed for them was all post 2000. But there were only a very small handful of actors like that; I think almost everyone submitted should be on here.

The final deadline for submissions will still be April 27th. I'll make another post before the polls start with the finalized list of actors for the tournament.

The current list of actors is below:

Bruce Campbell

Tom Baker

Leonard Nimoy

Alex Winter

Mandy Patinkin

Gene Wilder

Jeff Goldblum

Danny John-Jules

Ricardo Montalban

Miloš Kopecký

Tim Curry

William Russell

William Forward

Michael O'Hare

Richard Biggs

Ed Wasser

Michael J Fox

Alec Guinness

Keanu Reeves

Colm Meaney

Clancy Brown

Jeff Conaway

Haruo Nakajima

Paul Darrow

Peter Jurasik

Stephen Furst

Scott Bakula

Andreas Katsulas

René Auberjonois

Armin Shimerman

Donald Sutherland

Kurt Russell

Christopher Lloyd

Jerry Doyle

Fredric March

Alexander Siddig

Bill Pullman

Arnold Vosloo

Keir Dullea

Lionel Jeffries

Buster Crabbe

Boris Karloff

DeForest Kelley

Laurence Fishburne

Ray Bolger

Jeffrey Combs

Andrew Robinson

Michael Dorn

Peter MacNicol

Richard Dean Anderson

Kyle McLachlan

Sam Neill

Mark Hamill

LeVar Burton

James Spader

Peter Weller

John de Lancie

Bruce Boxleitner

Avery Brooks

Jonathan Frakes

Patrick Stewart

Patrick McGoohan

Charlton Heston

Arnold Schwarzenegger

Wesley Snipes

Billy Dee Williams

Bela Lugosi

Val Kilmer

David Bowie

Dick Van Dyke

Doug Jones

Oded Fehr

David Duchovny

Jerry O'Connell

Mitch Pileggi

Michael Shanks

Nicholas Lea

James Doohan

George Takei

Leslie Nielsen

Warwick Davis

Vladimir Korenev

Walter Koenig

Garrett Wang

Rutger Hauer

Rick Moranis

Will Smith

Harrison Ford

Gareth Thomas

William Shatner

Ben Browder

Claude Rains

Tim Russ

Colin Clive

Brent Spiner

Peter Davison

Michael York

Nicol Williamson

James Marsters

Frazer Hines

Nicholas Courtney

Cary Elwes

Chris Sarandon

Lance Henriksen

Bill Paxton

Christopher Reeve

Christopher Lee

Peter Cushing

Raul Julia

Brendan Fraser

Rod Serling

Paul McGann

Anthony Stewart Head

Karl Urban

James Stewart

Mark Goddard

Guy Williams

Alan Rickman

Gary Conway

Vincent Price

Edward James Olmos

John Philip Law

Kerwin Matthews

Patrick Troughton

Ken Marshall

Patrick Swayze

Peter Capaldi

Andre the Giant

Cesar Romero

David Boreanaz

Alan Napier

Roger Delgado

Georges Méliès

Harry Hamlin

Duncan Regehr

Joe Morton

Ernie Hudson

#not a poll #sffantasy mens tournament #announcements

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itsss4t4n · 5 months

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Who I write for /Rules

Masterlist

I'm new-ish to writing (i used to write fanfiction when i was like 13. i'm 18 now soo..) but I really wanna do it again.

So this is a list of characters/fandoms I write for as well as some rules for asks. Some things may be missing from this list so if you dont see something on this list, feel free to ask. :))

I will add a prompt list to this blog soon but again feel free to request other scenarious. Do add as much detail as you want to a request and please ALWAYS have at least some sort of prompt, as i'm really not good with coming up with storys on my own yet.

I WILL NOT DO SMUT SO DONT REQUEST IT! I might however do spicy stuff (Nothing more than making out tho).

My writing will be for all ages but please still be careful if the fic-warnings include sensitive topics and i might repost some 18+ things so be careful when navigating my blog.

Please be nice and have manners when requesting.

If you have any questions at all if i write for something, or if a topic you want me to write about is okay or not, please reach out through my asks or my inbox.

Also please include what gender/pronouns you want the reader to have (i write for all genders):)))

I write both romantic and platonic for all my characters. Although Teen!readers will always be platonic if the character is an adult.

I also write poly relationships. AUs are also totally on the table (big Fan of celebrity AUs).

Some things I will not write include: Pregnancy, toxic/yandere, student x teacher.

(Also english isnt my first language, and even know in my opinion i speak it really well, if they are any mistakes, thats why.)

Harry Potter

-Fred Weasley

-george Weasley

-lee jordan

-Charly weasley

-Bill weasley

-cedric diggory

-Fleur delacour

-olliver wood

-sirius black

-remus lupin

Marauders

-James potter

-sirius black

-remus lupin

-regulus black

-Evan rosier

-Barty crouch jr

-pandora lestrange

-lilly evans

-marlene mckinnon

Hogwarts Legacy

-Sebastian Sallow

-Ominus Gaunt

-Gareth Weasley

-Poppy Sweetings

-Imelda Reyes

Twilight

-Jasper Hale

-Emmet Cullen

-carlisle cullen

-esme cullen

-rosalie hale

-alice cullen

-sam uley

-Paul lahote

-charlie swan

-Leah clearwater

pjo

-Percy jackson

-Anabeth chase

-luke castellan

-clarrisse larue

-selena beauregard

-charles beckendorf

-ethan nakamura

-nico di anglo (no romantic fem readers)

-rachel elizabeth dare

-will solace (no romantic fem reader)

-travis stoll

-connor stoll

-hazel levesque (no romantic)

-jason grace

-leo valdez

-piper mclean

Magnus chase

-Magnus chase

-samirah al abbas ( no romantic)

-alex fierro

-blitzen

-hearthstone

-malory keen

-tj (thomas jefferson jr)

Kane chronicles (havent read it in a while so might be ooc)

-Carter kane

-sadie kane

-anubis

-walt stone

MCU (Avengers)

-bucky Barnes

-steve rogers

-tony stark

-sam wilson

-natasha romanoff

-yelena belova

-Peter Parker (tom holland and andrew garfield)

-MJ

-Wanda maximof

-Piedro maximof

-Clint barton

-scott lang

-stephen strange

-kate bishop

MCU ( Guardians of the galaxy)

-peter quill

-gamora

Moonknight

-steven grant

-mark spector

-layla el-faouly

Daredevil (Season 1)

-matt murdock

-Foggy nelson

-Karen page

-James wesley

X-men universe

-Deadpool

-Weasly

-francis

-Xavier

-negasonic

-mystic

-Angel

-kurt

Venom

-Eddie Brock

-Harley Quinn

-Jason Todd

-Dick Grayson

Disney Descendants

-Mal

-Evie

-Carlos devil

-Jay

-Benjamin beast

-Chad charming

-Audrey rose

-jane

-lonnie

-Uma

-Harry hook

-Gil

Kingsmen

-Eggsy

Tiny Pretty things (Netflix)

-Bette Whitlaw

-oren lennox

-shane madej (no romantic fem readers)

-June park

Jennifers Body

-Jennifer Check

-Colin gray

Ever after high

-all characters

Redacted Audios (no x reader, just ships)

-literally all characters

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dickfuckk · 1 year

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A list of season 2 cast and crew members, confirmed and speculated

I will try and keep this updated

Not counting the obvious ones

Please note that this is a list of both cast and crew members, so PAs and such are also included and not just actors

Also if you're interested: on my bts instagram I only follow people who have worked on season 1, and people I suspect worked on season 2. So feel free to go through the list of people I follow if you're into that

Aaron Morton (Camera) - he’s listed on the very last picture as the camera-man

Adam Stein(Writer)

Alan F. (English solider)

Alexandria S.

Alison Telford (Casting)

Alistair Gregory - from this tweet so uncertain, but followed me back on my bts instagram account so seems to have some interest in ofmd

Amy Barber (Sound department)

Amy Tunnicliffe

Amanda Grace Leo

Amanda M. (Wedding guest)

Andrea Basile (Costume)

Andres Gomez Zamora (Visual effects)

Andrew DeYoung (Director) - I don’t remember if there was any other reason than the fact that he was in Aotearoa during filming

Andy McLaren (senior art director)

Andy Rydzewksi (Cinematographer)

Angelina Faulkner (Sound department)

Blair Nicholson (Camera)

Blair Teesdale (Camera)

Brad Coleman (Visual effects)

Brad McLeod (Special effects)

Brian Badie (Hairstylist)

Bronson Pinchot (“Torturer”)

Bryn Seager - I don’t remember why but I follow him

Bryony Matthew (Food stylist)

Caleb Staines (Camera)

Chantel Partamian (Visual effects)

Colin Elms (Art department)

Colin Rogers (Sound department)

Cora Montalban (Makeup and/or hairstylist) - I believe she was tagged in an instagram story once, and she’s followed by a ton of cast and crew members

Corrin Ellingford (Sound department)

Corey Moana (Camera)

Corry Greig (Art department)

Coti Herrera (Prosthetics/Makeup)

Damian Del Borrello (Sound department)

Daniel Fernandez (Spanish priest)

Danica Duan (Assistan accountant)

David Boden (production manager)

David G. (Stand in)

David Rowell (Financial controller)

David Van Dyke (Visual effects)

Dennis Bailey (Hairstylist)- Leslie revealed that he’s there.

Dion Anderson (Rescue diver)

Don A. (Swampy Town folk)

Donna Pearman (Assistant accountant)

Donna Marinkovich (set decorator)

Doug McFarlene (Pirate)

Duncan Nairn (Visual effects)

Eliza Cossio (Writer)

Erroll Shand (Prince Ricky)

Esther Mitchell (Camera)

Fernando Frias (Director)

Gareth Van Niekerk (Sound department)

Gary Archer (dental prosthetics)

Gemma Campbell (Visual effects)

Grant Lobban

Greg Sager (Safety manager)

Gregor Harris (Camera)

Gregory J. Pawlik Jr. (AD)

Gypsy Taylor (Costume designer)

Haroun Barazanchi (Set designer)

Harry Ashby (AD)

Helene Wong (Voice work)

I-J

Jacob Tomuri (Stunts)

Jaden McLeod

James Crosthwaite (Set decorator)

Jamie Couper (Camera)

Jason Samoa, possibly spotted on location

Jemaine Clement, pretty sure this is only based on his friendship with Rhys and Taika tbh

Jes Tom (Writer)

Jessica Lee Hunt (Makeup artist) - followed by a ton of crew and cast members and I believe she’s been tagged in instagram stories and such

John Mahone (Writer)

Jonathan Bruce (Sound department)

Jono Capel-Baker (Groom)

Jonno Roberts didn’t get the role from his audition, but could still have gotten a different role - hung out with Ruibo

Judah Getz (Sound department)

Julia Huberman (Sound department)

Julia Thompson (Costume)

Justin Benn (Republic of Pirates Town)

Karl L. (Action extra)

Kate Fu

Kate Leonard (Casting)

Kathleen Zyka Smith (“Red Flag”)

Kosuke Iijima (Fabricator/Sculptor?) - due to interaction on this post

Kris Gillan (Fabricator/Sculptor)

Kura Forrester - followed by quite a few cast and crew members, but I don’t remember if there was anything else to it

Laura Stables (SFX makeup artist)

Leanne Evans (Art department)

Lee Tuson

Leslie Jones (Spanish Jackie) - she’s spoiled this so many times, but gjfhdks

Leyla - followed by a lot of cast and crew members, don’t remember if there was more to it than that

Lindsey Cantrell (Set decorator)

Louis Flavell Birch (Blue coat)

Luke V. (Stand in)

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd 2 #ofmd speculation #ofmd spoilers

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strangerhottotties · 2 years

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Kinktober | 3. Breeding with Eddie Munson

Summary: Eddie finds inspiration for the first time that he wants kids. You mistake it at first and it leads to him breeding you.

Warnings: Rockstar!EddiexWife!Reader, soft, soft smut, mentions of pussy eating and anal, living the domestic dream on the tour bus over here, unprotected p in v sex,

A/N: Get ready for the softest breeding kink that you're ever gonna read. *Debbie Ryan hair tuck*. Eddie just makes me so soft.

Eddie was in the middle of his introduction when he spotted something in the crowd that silenced him. He completely stopped in his tracks on stage despite the roar of the crowd.

You were back stage already, grinning as you watched him. (It wasn't very hard for him to convince you to quit your job so you could tour with the bad after Corroded Coffin hit they're big break and got signed by a record label.

It had been a long way since Eddie trading you joints for cigarette in the freshman bathroom.

"Oh my god," he calls over the mic. "Is that a kid?"

A kid? Who the hell brings a kid to a metal concert? And with that, you peek around the curtain to see there was in fact a grinning toddler perched on his Dad's shoulders. His mom, in cute little pastels and long skirts stuck out like a sore thumb in the crowd and you assume that's why Eddie notices the..

They call something up to Eddie as he trots across the stage. He goes as far as to kneel at the edge of the stage. The motion he gives them makes them grin. Come up on stage, it says. Mom looks even more nervous but her counter part drags her up with them up.

"Everybody give it up to future axe grinder, Dylan!" There's excited screaming from the crowd as Dylan bounces around. It's sickeningly cute to watch him bounce around. So you wave mom down when you see her. She hesitantly trots over and introduces herself as Linda when you hold out your hand.

"I figure you're not often at these?"

"No, um... I didn't want him to get lost."

"Shouldn't get lost on stage, no worries."

"The front man, he's very sweet."

"That's my husband," you tell her proudly. You both watch the set, proudly watching the toddler several times join in with Eddie and singing, jamming with his dad on stage. The crowd loves it even if the set manager is tearing his hair out back stage.

"Do you guys have kids?" She asks near the end, smiling proudly at her son having a blast.

"Oh, no, no, no," you quickly brush off. "Eddie's not the kid type," you smile back.

"Really, because he's so good with Dylan." You smile out at the stage. This is absolutely what you expect him to be like as a dad. Probably a push over. Probably spoil the kid like he's always done with you. It makes you smile warmly.

"He is." You murmur.

It's later that night, really early the next morning, after you turned in early that Eddie closes the door at the back of the bus and trudged inside. "Hey, baby," he greets, shuffling around the edge of the bed to lean down and kiss you. He tasted like cigarettes and cheap beer still.

"Brush your teeth before you come to bed, please," you whine. He chuckles as he sinks onto the edge of the bed. You're still heavy with sleep, but you'd heard the ruckus of the boys climbing onto the bus, despite them trying to be quiet.

The room was tiny, cramped, but the rest of the boys insisted when they offered you to join the tour. You loved you boys. Always sweet. They let you mother hen them affectionately. Cooking breakfast in the tiny kitchen saved them a lot of money on stopping at diners. That was half the fun of this.

"I will, I will," he promises you. "Gareth's in the bathroom." And the bathroom on the bus barely fit one person. Not that you and Eddie hadn't both managed it for shower sex. You had it down to a science about now.

Eddie's unlacing his boots beside you. "That kid tonight," he starts, grinning over at you as you adjust under the covers. To face your husband more firmly. "He was really something."

"It was really cool what you did."

"Roger's gonna have my head in the morning. He complained that you turned in early without me," he laughs quietly.

"You're going to give him a heart attack one of these days." Eddie gives you a grin and leans towards you on his elbow as he kicks his boots off. He straightens back up, hand gliding over your hip and side as he soaks up the quiet moment. Probably the first quiet moment he's had all night. You can see the exhaustion on his face.

"He'll get over it. Who knows. Maybe he'll sign that kid one day. He was pretty good with the guitar. His dad was really cool. His mom said nice things about you."

"Did she now?" He nods and you watch him look down at his feet quietly. Exhaustion you think at first, but you watch his brow furrow and know it's not just that. "What's on your mind, baby?"

He shakes his head and passing you a soft smile. "You," he hums and then drags his shirt over his head with a quiet groan and tosses it into the corner as he works at his belt next.

"I'm a little worried about that look."

"Don't be," he hums leaning over to kiss your forehead, "You know thinking isn't my strong suit. Just takes a lot of effort," he jests and you lift a hand to stroke his cheeks, putting up with the reek of booze and cigarettes for the tender moment. He stands, dropping his pants and kicking them into the corner with the rest of his clothes. He snags his pajama bottoms from the bottom of the bed where he left them yesterday.

"I'm going to go brush my teeth," he hums, leaning over to rub his hand across the blankets to find your calf. You loved that he never seemed to want to stop touching you. "When I come back, what are my chances of, uh, fucking you?" He flashes you a mischievous grin as he gives you heady once over despite not being able to see your body twisted in the heavy blankets.

Your own groggy smile is sent his way as you burrow into your blankets a little more. You should have seen this coming. Nights like this it takes him a while to settle down. It's a good way to work off all the wired energy he carries from the show.

"I'm sleepy," you whine softly, still not a 'no', he knows. Your thighs are being rubbed over the covers.

"I can lick your pussy until you fall asleep if you want." Ahh. He was feeling needy tonight for sure. It's cute.

"Okay," you hum affectionately. His smile melts like honey. It becomes sweet and warm as he untucks one of your feet to momentarily drag it up to his mouth and press a lingering kiss. When the blanket lowers again, he makes sure to tuck you in around your feet and you giggle quietly.

You both know that you're more than willing to groggily participate in his midnight shenanigans.

You must drift off again because it's the bed protesting and shifting as he climbs over the blankets and up to press a minty kiss to your cheek.

You melt when you catch the whiff of his fading deodorant and his natural scent. The one that you'll wake up to in the morning. The smell of sweat and grim and Eddie musk. He props his chin up on your shoulder and wraps you up in a one-armed hug. More so draping across you than actually snuggling you. "You're not getting under the covers?"

"I've got a question for you first," he urges, brushing your hair out of your face.

"What's that?" You reply twisting to lay on your back, to face him beneath the top sheet.

He's quiet for a moment and in the light of streetlights shining through the slotted blinds, you make out the expression that concerned you earlier. "Do..." He hesitates. "Do you want a baby?"

"A baby?" You reply with soft confusion.

"Yeah." He confirms, with his eyes all worried. You watch them dart across his face. The worry on his face scares you. The doubt he's conveying is prickling your chest with hurt.

"You don't want them," you whisper back.

"That's... that's not what I asked." You adjust closer, cupping his face in your hands.

"Eddie, I'm so incredibly happy with you baby. Nothing will ever make me change my mind about wanting to be with you." Eddie's expression morphs into confusion at first before amusement and he gives you an awkward and breathless laugh.

"No, you... you're going the wrong direction, sweetheart." He adjusts more eagerly, leaning down to press a delighted kiss to your mouth. It's a lingering one this time. When he draws back then, fixing you with an affectionate gaze. "I'm... trying to ask... do you want to make a baby?"

Oh. You feel butterflies fill your belly, and your suddenly aware of how his arm had shifted around you and he'd been dragging his hand over your belly. Your breath stutters suddenly.

"Eddie baby, we're on tour for another three months, is now the best timing?"

"Now is perfect timing. We'll probably tour again in the next few years. I'll quit drinking with you." He throws out. You give him a little chuckle, bumping your forehead against his.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" You hum.

"Say the word."

A smile stretches wide across your face. "Put a baby in me, Eddie." He lets out this stuttered little groan. He only allows you to kiss him once before he's climbing out of bed. "What? Where are you going?" You gasp. He flashes you a grin and pulls your purse out of the tiny, tiny closet.

Apparently, that's your only response as he rifles through it. You watch him, letting your legs stretch out below the sheets. "Ah, found it."

He holds up a familiar dial. Your birth control. He makes a show of dropping it into the tiny trash can. You can't help but laugh at the display. "How long does it take to leave your system?" he wonders aloud, far too much energy in him after the long night. But he wastes no further time pulling back the covers and climb into your waiting arms.

"I don't know," you giggle, dragging him close to kiss him. He gives a heady groan against your mouth, slotting against you with a gentleness you didn't expect. It feels nice as he drags the covers up over you both and sinks against your frame.

A familiar stiffness greets you between your legs and you gasp. "Eddie," you laugh around his mouth, "are you already hard?" He leans in to nibble below your ear gently.

"Mhmm," he hums, rocking against you playfully. "Been thinking all night about how you'd look with a kid on your hip and your belly already full again."

All playfulness dries up at that, like once the words were spoken, you were both hungry for it beyond measure. You're dragging his mouth back to yours and squirming to get your pants off as fast as you can. He's adjusting above you, letting you follow his mouth when he crouches and helps drag your pants and panties off you entirely. You wouldn't need them now that your personal space heater was in bed with you.

In moments, Eddie is hiking your thighs up over his suddenly. His fingers twisting into the flesh with only enough pleasure to showcase his desperate love for you, not to hurt you. There was a delicacy that he'd rarely used during sex.

You'd asked him about it once only to be knocked breathless by his explanation. Sprawled out on his chest the night he proposed, after some of the sweetest sex you'd ever had in your life, he was smoking a cigarette and playing with your hair. "Sometimes," he hums, "I just... love you so much my heart feels like it's about to explode. And so, I try to be careful not to hurt you because... I just want to be a part of you so bad."

You help him, breaking away momentarily, curling your legs up and apart to give him access to as much as he wanted despite the chill of the bus's air. Eddie is always a lovely sight; it still sends a thrill through you as he shoves his boxers and pajamas down his thighs and springs into the low light. "Eddie," you murmur, giving him your best come hither eyes.

He murmurs your name back as he angles his hips closer to you. You give a gasp when he parts your folds on the head of his cock, rocking through your parted labia to nudge your clit. "Shit, your so wet already," he mutters out, "Bet- uhn - Bet I could slide right in."

"Want it," you profess. His eyes snap to yours and he's lining up with you. Before he pushes himself inside, he hooks you knees over his shoulders, leaning down to rest his forehead back against your head. The position strains your hips, but you don't have to think about it very long.

"What is it you want?" He whispers and you see the blanat need in his eyes. You pant below him, eyes filling with desperate tears already.

"Your cock... and your baby."

He's a goner, his mouth devouring you as he thrusts forward and meets your end. You both gasp together. It makes him slow for just a moment.

"Holy shit," he breathes out before diving his tongue into yours. And then he's fucking you slowly. His cock sinks into you before he drags it back out.

"Oh, Eddie," you whimper, tears springing to your eyes at the delicious stretch he's giving you. "Hope the baby has your eyes," you manage to choke out.

It kind of hurts when his skull thumps into yours and he's back to looking in your eyes. "Don't..." he whispers, "I'm trying to hold back." He's concentrating so hard, strangely quiet for him. His normal babble faded into his soft grunts.

"Don't hold back then." He smacks a hand over your mouth and you know you'll regret this in the morning. That was always his tell that he was about to wreck your pussy, (sometimes your ass). In attempt to keep the noise at bay, on the nights where everyone was in the bus as well.

"Shit," he grunts when you tighten around him with anticipation, and then his hips start. The first few thrusts he stutters through but then his hips find their rhythm and your eyes roll. A violent moan rips its way up, only to be muffled by your husband. "No, baby, you gotta look at me. Gotta. Please, fuuuck." His moans are becoming whimpers.

It takes you a few attempts to look at him, especially when he so expertly found your g-spot and was wrecking it. Tears began to spill over your cheeks, smearing on his hand.

"Oh, god, you're gonna look so good. The hottest fucking mom at the fuckin' PTA." You hate when he makes you laugh during sex, especially when it feels so good. Only Eddie seems to be able to make you cry, laugh, and nearly cum all at once. All you can do is tunnel you fingers in his hair and hold on for dear life.

"Fuck, I'm gonna fill you up every chance I get. Get something to hold it in." You let out a muffled wail at that and he groans deeply. "-Just add more cum every time. Will you let me, baby?" His own brown eyes are glassy, desperate. You nod frantically in reply around his frantic thrusts.

Your hair is going to be a wreck.

You're getting close already, he can feel it in the quaking of your cunt. The bed shrieking in protest, the walls are thin. Your certain all of his bandmates are burying their head in their pillows to try to get some shut eye, ignoring the wicked creaking of the plywood bedframe.

He has you pinned to your mattress, and you have nowhere to go. It's overwhelming and suffocating all at once as he drives his hips into yours, nailing the head of his cock against the soft spongy spot within you. You're subjected to the involuntary squeeze of your cunt. There's no way to warn your husband about what's about to happen as he shudders out a groan.

"Stay with me, baby," he coos. "Make me a real daddy, let me breed your pretty fucking pussy."

The straw that breaks the camel's back has you wailing against his hand. He gasps as you soak him and it milks him for all he's worth. It nearly hurts how deep he jams himself, crushing his pelvis into yours and grinding himself inside you as he cums.

Finally, he drops his hand from your face, and you drag in a deep breath before letting out a sob. When his panic hits his face it only lasts a moment before he relaxes, eased by the sight of your giddy grin coated with tears. He drops his forehead against yours as you both pant. He's still plugging you with his twitching cock. You both tremble together in silence for a few minutes. Eddie just sinks against your over time.

"I really thought I was going to have to convince you about the baby thing," he mumbles against your cheek.

"Why?" You hum back, eyes settled closed.

"Cause you never like my sudden whims."

"I love your sudden whims," you argue, a pout forming on your face and a chuckle breezes you with minty breath. "Just not the ones that hurt you. You were very charismatic with your argument."

"Oh, how very bard of me," he murmurs and begins to brush your hair away from your face. "I never believed that I would score an elven princess but, damn, I rolled a nat-twenty." You snort in deblief at how dorky that sounded, warm giggles rising up your belly.

"I love you, you dork."

"Love you, too but what are we going to name it?"

"What do you want to name it? It sounds like you've already thought of a name." Eddie bursts into breathy giggles.

"Maybe a little, yeah." He's giddy glowing at you. Warming you with his smile. He lifts himself up, pawing across you as if he can't stop touching you. "If it's girl," he lifts your hand pressing sloppy kisses to the back and looking up at you through his eyelashes, "Axel."

You try to keep your giggles quiet. "Axel?"

"Or Arwen." You roll your eyes playfully.

"And... if its a boy?"

"If its a boy," he flashes you a grin, "I was thinking, Aragorn or Kas."

"We are not naming our son after your dungeons and dragons' character!"

"Ozzy?" He chirps hopefully.

"If I say 'yes' will you let me go back to sleep?"

"If you say 'yes' I'll marry you," he teases, "you know, like, a second time."

"Eddie," you kiss him, "the baby only grows if I'm sleeping." Your husband gives you a dramatic gasp.

"Then, my fair lady, you must rest."

"Good night, my charming husband."

"Sweet dreams, my darling wife."

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fics #eddie munson x you #eddie munson stranger things #tys kinktober masterlist #kinktober 2022 #kinktober

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