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I posted 10,195 times in 2022

That's 2,319 more posts than 2021!

962 posts created (9%)

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#st4 - 1,516 posts

#eddie munson - 1,184 posts

#stranger things - 1,102 posts

#text - 680 posts

#asked and answered - 661 posts

#'s' answers - 660 posts

#steve harrington - 624 posts

#hotd - 576 posts

#house of the dragon - 576 posts

#anon - 508 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#like... i want this man to threaten me. preferably in high valyrian. i'll have no idea what he's saying. but i'll be on my knees in no time

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

“You did all of this for me?” with eddie please lovey 🥺

I gotchu!! Thanks so much for the request! Let us pretend that for this one, Vol. 2 kinda happened but our sweet boy didn't die and Hawkins didn't get blown to hell. Okay? 😂

Pairings; Eddie Munson x fem!Reader Prompt # 17; "You did all this for me?" Words; 0.8k Warnings; None, just pure fluff!

It had been weeks since Eddie first went into the hospital but he was finally coming home. You had agreed rather begrudgingly to wait outside for him. Eddie has had a... difficult time adjusting and he refused to suffer the indignity of you seeing him in such a bad state any longer than was necessary. How very casual of him to forget that you had witnessed the initial attack which led to his wounds. Nothing could ever be worse than that.

After another few excruciating moments, Eddie stumbles out the front door, hand pressed against his side where the stitches have sewn his alabaster skin back together. You jump to your feet immediately, hopping up and down and waving your arms wildly above your head. When he sees you, he pauses, arching his brow and glancing around at all the people staring at you like you're out of your damn mind.

He laughs and your heart thumps faster in your chest. "People can see you, ya know?"

"Don't care." You wave him off. "Come on, come on! I have something to show you!"

You have the passenger side door of your car open and waiting for him by the time he gets himself over to you. He smiles softly at the gesture, pressing a quick kiss to your lips and mumbling a quick thank you, missed you as he climbs in. You jog around to the driver side and slide in, turning to him dramatically and grinning crazy big.

"Would you be mad if I said I was more terrified now than I was getting chewed on by interdimensional bats?"

You narrow your eyes. "First of all, not funny. Second, I promise, you're not gonna hate this."

The drive back to his place is quiet. Eddie spends most of his time gazing out the rolled down window, breathing in the fresh air he's been missing for the past few weeks. You don't mind, he deserves it; after all, he's a fucking hero to this damn town. When you arrive, you offer him another bright smile and hop out of the car. You slip inside of his trailer, making sure everything is just as you left it before turning back to find him just now reaching the porch stairs.

"Sure I'm gonna love this?" He's joking but your smile slips for a half second.

"Yep!" Fuck, I hope so.

"I don't need to, like, close my eyes or anything, right?"

"Nope!"

When he crosses the threshold, he comes face to face with... an empty trailer. Eddie would admit that he thought he was coming home to a surprise party even though he knew that you knew that he hated those. But, upon further inspection, he sees that the tiny trailer isn't quite like how it was left. Sure, there is still a crack in the ceiling where the gate to hell finally closed up and he'll get used to that being there eventually but it's everything else.

It's the banner on the wall that says "Welcome home, Eddie, I've missed you!" It's the insane amount of food spilling out of the cabinets and onto the counter tops that he never could have afforded on his own. It's the VHS tapes that you no doubt spent so long picking out at Family Video because you knew Steve and Robin just wouldn't understand what Eddie wanted. It's... you standing in the middle of all this simplicity staring back at him and chewing on your lip nervously. Eddie's breath catches and his heart swells in his chest.

"You said you wanted to return to normal as quickly as possible and I know this isn't much but I just thought, you know, after weeks of eating shitty hospital food and watching terrible daytime television that maybe, I don't know, we could watch gritty horror movies and eat food that's bad for us and..." You trail off, glancing around the room and then back to Eddie who is staring at you with wide eyes. "You hate it, don't you?"

"No," he says quickly, "this is- it's just- you did all this for me?"

You quirk an eyebrow. "It's... not much of anything."

"It's perfect," he whispers, "it's everything."

He crosses the room quicker than you'd expect and pulls you in for a deep kiss. You melt into his arms, savoring the warmth of his body and taste of his mouth on yours. It's been so long since you've held him in your arms that you're committed to memorizing every part of him all over again.

"I can't wait to do absolutely nothing with you for the next few days," he exclaims with a wide smile, eyes alight yet intoxicating. "I love you so much, thank you."

"Welcome home, baby," you whisper, pulling him back in for another kiss.

314 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

#4

68 and 72 with tom (make up), please??

Of course!!

Pairings; Tom Grant x fem!Reader Prompts # 68 and 72; "I like you, like like you like you." + "You're so fucking cute." Words; 0.4k Warnings; Mentions of a past break up but purely fluff!

Tom had been quiet all night and you were starting to get antsy. Sitting next to him on his couch, a film the two of you have seen a dozen times before played aimlessly before your eyes but you couldn’t focus, not with the heat radiating off of him from his close proximity and definitely because you felt like something was wrong.

“Are you- is everything alright?” you ask gently, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says a bit too quickly, “just thinking is all.”

“What about?”

He sighs, a loud and somewhat defeated sound and you cringe at not only how desperate you sounded but at how this night feels like it’s careening completely off the rails. You turn toward him then, propping your elbow up on the back of the couch and resting your head in your hand. Clearly this is headed in a direction you’re not ultimately prepared for so you might as well grant him your undivided attention.

“You know I like spending time with you, right?” he asks, turning his gaze on you.

You nod even though confusion is bubbling up inside of you like a shaken up soda bottle. This sounds like the start of a break up… but he can’t break up with me, we aren’t even dating?? Tom twists in his seat, turning to face you fully and placing one of his hands on your knee. Your breath hitches at the contact.

“I really enjoy spending time with you,” he says slowly, “and you’ve been so good to me through, well, everything that has happened.” You grimace, his nasty break up with Ruth coming to the forefront of your mind. “But the thing is, while it should feel like I’m moving too fast here, the truth is that I like you, like… like you like you.”

Oh.

You smile softly, placing your hand on his. “I like you too, Tom.”

“Yeah?” he breathes, relief evident on his handsome features.

“‘Course. I always have, there was just… never a good time to tell you.”

He nods, no need for you to say more. Then you snort, a ridiculous giggle flowing past your lips before you can stop it.

“What?”

“Nothing! Nothing, you’re just… you’re so fucking cute, you know that? With you being all surly and quiet tonight, I thought you were pissed at me! Never would have considered this is what you wanted to tell me!”

Tom looks down, clearly thinking over the events of the evening and then he’s chuckling too and the sound makes your heart skip a beat.

“Sorry,” he admits, “I’m kind of an idiot sometimes, I guess.”

“Me too,” you reply with a shrug, “but that’s okay, we can be idiots together cause I like you like you too.”

511 notes - Posted July 30, 2022

#3

oh and “If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?” with tom!!!!

Ahhhhhh!! Tom, my beloved! This is my first time writing for this sweet mans so here goes nothing...

Pairings; Tom Grant x fem!Reader Prompt # 90; "If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?" Words; 0.4k Warnings; Some drinking and a game of Truth or Dare but mainly just fluff!

“Tom!” You yell out abruptly, startling the poor boy. “Truth or dare?”

He shakes his head with a small smile. “I’m not- I’m not playing.”

“Well… you are sitting in the player circle, are you not?” You wave your hand around the gaggle of individuals who have assembled for this makeshift game of Truth or Dare. Tom eyes each one, takes a sip of his beer, and then goes to stand. “Now you can’t just leave! Sit. Stay. Play.”

He sighs, returning back to his seated position in the sand. He turns his gaze out towards the waves crashing against the shore and you can tell he’s weighing his pros and cons. You take a sip of your own drink, eyes never wavering from his face. You’ve been steadily getting more inebriated as the night progressed having needed something to calm your nerves when Tom sat down to observe the game. He had turned his big brown eyes to you with a smile and you were putty at his feet. But he didn’t need to know that. Yet.

“Tom,” you sing out softly, pulling his attention back to you, “truth or dare?”

“Uhh… truth?”

“Boring!” You smirk but you’re calm, you’re cool, you can work with this. No way he can see how nervous you just became. “If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”

Tom splutters at your question, the beer he was sipping on spewing from his lips. He wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, a sheepish and awkward grin pulling at his lips. A rosy hue blooms up his neck and you bite your lip in anticipation, praying you didn’t push too hard with this. He meets your eyes and everything just stops—everyone around you fades away, the crashing waves a dull roar in your ear; there is no one else here but you and him.

He doesn’t answer, only pushes himself up to his knees and shuffles halfway into the circle. You take the opportunity to do the same and then you’re practically chest to chest with him, his nose bumping yours. His eyes are wide, bright, and beautiful and without a word, he brings his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. You swoon, melting into his embrace and cupping his neck as you open your mouth to let his tongue slip inside. It’s heated and slightly desperate and you can feel everyone’s eyes on you but you’re too engrossed in the way his skin feels against your fingers and how he tastes like cheap beer and sour candy. 

When the kiss comes to a sweet end, your eyes flutter open to find him already staring back at you. His smile is warm as he brushes a flyaway strand of hair out of your face. “Glad you made me play,” he chuckles softly, “but you never needed a game to get me to want to kiss you.”

554 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

#2

💌: "you were put on this earth to give me a headache" prompt w/ billy hargrove x reader? maybe they're at a party and reader is drunk and keeps trying to wander off and maybe chases a raccoon or something and billy secretly finds it adorable but is like "🙄🙄" on the outside while trying to get the reader into his car? ☺️ congrats on 1k btw, lovely! you deserve it. 🤍🤍🤍

Thank you love, hope you enjoy this!! 💕💕 I haven't written for Billy in a hot minute but he came back to me surprisingly easy!!

Pairings; Billy Hargrove x fem!Reader Prompt # 36; "You were put on this earth to give me a headache." Words; 0.6k Warnings; Some drinking and a heated kiss but mostly pure fluff!

You hated parties, like well and truly hated them. But not Billy, no, he loved a good party, it was the perfect place for him to show off. You were steadfast in your initial refusal to attend but after a lot of pleading and even more kisses, you relented. How could you not when he looked at you the way he did?

The party was crowded, packed tight with people you knew all too well but not enough to know further. Billy had disappeared rather quickly after someone called his name to come join God knows who outside and with a kiss and smile, he was gone. You were starting to feel anxious so you politely excused yourself to the nearest bathroom only to find a very drunk couple trying and failing to fuck against the sink. That’s when you started drinking.

You had no interest in really talking to anyone so you kept refilling that same red solo cup over and over and over again and by the time you stumbled outside to find Billy finishing up his infamous keg stand, you were giggly and downright plastered. He lost his shirt at some point during the night (typical) and when your eyes land on his bare chest, cheap beer dribbling down until it disappears into the denim of his tight as hell jeans, well, you’re feeling much more than giggly.

When he sees you, he greets you with one of his trademark smirks, sidling up to you with so much suave charm that you begin to feel weak in the knees. His arms wrap around you, pulling you flush against his chest and then his lips are on yours. The kiss is hungry and sloppy and filled to the brim with heat but your alcohol infused brain can’t quite keep up with the movement of your lips so he ends up doing all the work. Not that he minds, Billy adores taking the lead so you let him. His lips trail down to your jaw and then even further to your neck and that’s when you start giggling. And not the shy, sweet giggles he’s come to know, the kind that wracks your whole body as has you shoving him away from you.

“You’re so handsy,” you chastise with a hiccup, slapping his hand away when he reaches out again, “if you wanna play, you’ll have to come find me first.”

With that, you spin on your heel as elegantly as you can and disappear back into the sea of partygoers, leaving the boy completely dumbstruck but slightly intrigued with your game. He follows you inside, finding you in an instant on the dance floor living it up and you look so ridiculous that he has to laugh. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't be caught dead dancing in the middle of a crowd but drunk you is completely different than what he expected.

What you’re doing can’t even be described as dancing, it’s all flailing arms and spinning in circles and after one too many spins, you stumble and fall directly into the arms of Billy, who was right there to catch you the entire time.

“I think,” he drawls, pulling you tighter against his body, “you were put on this earth to give me a headache.”

You snort, gripping his chin between your fingers. “Bold of you to assume I wasn’t put on this earth to give everyone a headache.”

“Let me take you home,” he offers, wrapping one arm around the small of your back and taking your hand in his other to keep you steady.

“Take me home or… take me home,” you respond, eyebrows wiggling suggestively.

“Take you home to sleep,” he laughs, pressing a kiss to your temple, “maybe get you some food and water.”

Your eyes soften, hand coming up to cup his cheek gently. “You’re gonna take care of me?”

“Always, princess,” he says, kissing the palm of your hand, “but I’m also never gonna let you live this down.”

689 notes - Posted July 17, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

legit nothing but respect for wayne munson for knowing immediately that eddie had nothing to do with chrissy's death. not a single part of him was like, "well... maybe i don't know my nephew as well as i thought." just straight up says, "my nephew may look dangerous but he didn't do this, it's just not in his nature." i love that and i hope that he and eddie can have a reunion of some sort in vol. 2 because aside from the gang, eddie should know that someone else believes it wasn't him.

2,346 notes - Posted June 15, 2022

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