Stressed and Depressed

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[jp600fox]

I feel like I need to write something, which I have been writing but I need to publish, but if i publish will anyone understand because there's just snippets and if they understand will they plead for more and if they plead for more will i be able to give it to them and if-

[writingblus]

i dont "go on walks," i dont "use character sheets" and i dont "plot before writing," i raw dog it, and if it doesnt flow, I FUCKING CRY.

[ladyignatius4]

Mentally making a cup of tea and giving a gentle forehead kiss to every struggling writer on my dash right now.

Your story matters, your ideas are good, and someone out there is going to fall in love with your world.

[jp600fox]

Crazy...

Rockstar!Eddie Munson x afab!reader warnings: smut MDNI 18+, hints at fighting, scratching, insanely brief mention of blood, vague hinting at Eddie being territorial, unprotected p in v (wear a raincoat!), hint at dom!Eddie, kind of public sex?, not proofread because duh word count: 2,145 summary: After a complaint to Eddie, he decides to show you how much you mean to him. But it seems like you both have different ideas of how that should have been done. a/n: if this sucks, I apologize now. I've done my best to capture Eddie's essence despite not seeing s4, so forgive me for my mistakes, all song credit goes to Buckcherry (Crazy Bitch) Enjoy ~

You knew better than to piss Eddie Munson off. He’d never do anything about it; would never yell or harm you. He’d never dream of being that kind of man. But he could hold a grudge better than a woman scorned and that was terrifying enough.  

So, when you told Eddie his rising fame was going to be an issue, you knew you were playing with fire. Eddie’s jaw was tense; his teeth gritted so tight it was a wonder they didn’t shatter. You knew that Corroded Coffin was his baby. His whole world, really. It was what he had dreamed of and fought to build for years.  

There had been a fight because, of course, there would be one. But that didn’t last long. The fights never did because Eddie didn’t enjoy fighting. He had other ways of making you apologize and forget whatever started it. Which is how you wound up in his hotel room, once again. 

His teeth nipped at your throat, no doubt leaving marks that would last for days. His hands ghosted down your sides, close enough to let you know they were there but not quite touching you yet. His knees sunk into the mattress between your legs and caused your hips to shift down toward them.  

You were already a disaster, just like always. Eddie could always make you lose your mind in a matter of seconds. In all honestly, he could probably make you cum without touching you. The thought alone nearly did you in.  

He leaned back up, crashing his lips against yours as his hands finally touched you. He gripped your hips as he hovered over you. His tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting you as he let out a quiet groan.  

Your hands slipped into his hair, tugging at it just enough to drive him mad. It was like a battle to see who would break the other first. It was frustrating and enthralling all at the same time. But no matter who lost, you both would win in the end.  

He bit your bottom lip, not enough to cause harm, but not gentle either. You gasped, smiling as you kissed him again. He had upped the ante. It was your move now. Your hands moved, scratching down his back. 

You weren’t gentle at all. Your nails dug in, showing no mercy or hesitation. They would at least leave red marks, at most leave bloodied lines. He hissed in response, pulling back from the kiss slightly. You smiled up at him, but it faltered as you noticed the look in his eye. A distance that you knew all too well.  

“That’s it,” he said suddenly, rolling off you and standing.  

You sat up, watching him pull his shirt back on. He had that stupid smile on his face as he grabbed his leather jacket. This had never happened before. You two were supposed to be having mind-blowing sex right now, not whatever this was.  

“I have to go. Don’t wait up for me,” Eddie said, excitement in his voice.  

You didn’t have time to speak as he walked out of the hotel room without another word. You slumped back against the pillows, groaning loudly. You were the loser this time, except there would be no win for you later.  

~~~ 

Two days later, you were in New York City. You stood backstage as the band got ready for the concert. The air buzzed with excitement, something you didn’t feel at this moment. After the other night, you were very cranky. But what could you do?  

Eddie stopped by you as he prepared to go onstage, waiting for the opening act to end. His bandana held his hair back so it wouldn’t get in his eyes later. A tight, gray shirt hugged his torso and was topped with his usual leather jacket. Rings decorated his fingers, barely hiding the tattoos he’d gotten across his knuckles.  

“Have fun,” you said sourly, crossing your arms.  

Eddie looked down at you, his brows cinching together. The look of confusion in his eyes told you that he had no idea what was wrong. You rolled your eyes, scoffing as you shook your head at him. But then it seemed to click in his mind.  

“I know the other night was pretty shitty. I shouldn’t have left you there... aching and soaked on my bed,” he said, his voice dropping lower as he laid his hands on your waist.  

“I promise it was worth it, princess. You helped me with the best song ever. People are going to love it. It’ll send this band straight to golden records. And it’s all thanks to you,” he added.  

Your eyes widened as you stared up at him. Your arms uncrossed as your jaw dropped. Golden records? A new song? And it was about you? The blush spread across your cheeks without you even thinking about it.  

“Eddie, baby, I...”  

You didn’t have words. What could you say to someone who had done something so considerate and sweet? He looked so proud, making your heart swell. You weren’t sure how a metal band was supposed to incorporate a song about relationships, but you knew Eddie had figured out something. 

“I gotta get out there. Wish me luck,” Eddie said suddenly, snapping you out of your trance.  

You nodded, leaning up to kiss his cheek before stepping back. He smiled at you, blowing you a kiss as he backed out onto the stage. Then he turned and waved his arms in his usual way of greeting the fans. Screams and cheers erupted as the crowd locked eyes on Eddie, almost like he was a savior of sorts. 

The concert was going great. The screams never once died down. Lots of people singing along with the songs, or screamed more like. A few girls telling Eddie they wanted to marry him. The usual type of stuff. There was even a few bras and underwear tossed on stage.  

As the concert began winding down, you realized there was never a new song. But of course, in natural Eddie fashion, he saved what he felt was the best for last. He walked around the stage, microphone in hand as he held a hand up. His own way of asking for calm.  

“We’ve had a great show tonight. But before we go, there’s a new song that I wrote the other night. I couldn’t wait to share it with all my fans, and I know you’ll love it. This song is dedicated to, and about, a very special person to me. So, without further delay, hit it!” 

The music hit instantly as Eddie strummed his guitar and let out a yell. The rest of the band picked up where he left off. Eddie kept strumming his guitar, pausing briefly to put his microphone back on the stand. And then he began to sing. 

Your face flushed as the lyrics hit your ears. The first verse was clearly about a hook-up. It was a moment that made you glad you were backstage. If there had been a camera on you, you would have been even more embarrassed.  

“You’re crazy bitch, but you fuck so good I’m on top of it,” Eddie sang, his voice loud and strong. 

You winced, covering your mouth at the words. This was about you? There was no way. You weren’t crazy. You’d never acted crazy, right? Sure, you guys had fought, but that was normal for couples. Maybe he was cheating on you, and this was his way of telling you. 

“Scratches all down my back to keep me right on!” 

You sighed as you ran a hand through your hair. This song was definitely about you. He’d told you that you were the only one to scratch his back so good. He claimed it was one of the things he loved about you. And now it was being blasted to thousands of fans, and eventually, the world.  

The song kept going, almost sounding like a bashing instead of a homage. A part of you felt flattered that you were memorialized in his music. The vast majority of you, however, felt insulted that you were memorialized in this way.  

When the song finally ended, after what felt like an agonizing amount of time, you were furious. Eddie waved to his fans again, holding the microphone in his hand again as he smiled wide. His eyes twinkled in the lighting, a look of pure joy on his face.  

“Thank you, NYC! Keep it metal!” He shouted before giving his signature bow, then turning and jogging offstage. 

You watched from a distance as he did his after-show wind down. Your arms were crossed as you leaned against a support beam, glaring at him. Eddie finally looked your way, smile widening again as he walked to you. 

“Hey, princess. So?” 

You scoffed at the tone in his voice; a clear need for approval resonating in his words. “It was an insult, Eddie.” 

His brow furrowed as he stared down at you. You saw the tick in his jaw as he glanced around briefly. Then, he grabbed your arm and dragged you toward his dressing room in the back. He was quiet, so were you. When the door to the room closed, you were at each other’s throats. 

“How could you write that?” You hissed, glaring up at him.  

He moved fast, his hand curling around the back of your neck before his lips crashed against yours. As much as you wanted to shove him away, you were a slave to your own desires. And right now, you needed to get that all out. 

“You really think I’m crazy?” You spat between kisses. 

“Crazy? Absolutely,” he murmured as his lips trailed down your jaw to your throat.  

You tilted your head, unable to resist the urge to oblige. His hands pawed at your clothes, as if he wanted to tear them away but still wanted to take his time. It was infuriating as well as extremely hot.  

“You got me hooked,” Eddie muttered, finally undoing the button on your jeans and tugging them down. “Jumped right into bed with me.” 

Your hands moved as well, fumbling with his belt. This made Eddie chuckle, low and reverberating against your skin. You wanted to snap at him, to tell him to shut up and help you, but you kept quiet as you kept working. Finally, you got your way and pulled his jeans down just far enough.  

Eddie didn’t wait any longer. He hoisted you up, pressing your back against the wall as you wrapped your legs around his waist. Your underwear was pushed to the side and he was inside you before you knew it. 

You both groaned at the feeling, both trembling with the absolute ecstasy you already were feeling. You both were gone, unable to stop anything that was about to happen. And that was the best possible thing. 

His hips moved, setting an aggressive pace as he thrust into you. Moans ripped from your throat as your head thumped back against the wall. Neither of you were trying to be quiet at this point; this was overdue.  

You could feel your orgasm building quickly; a side-effect of being left high and dry the other night. And, based on how Eddie’s hips were beginning to stutter, you knew he was in the same boat as you. He was just holding on until you let go. 

“’m so close, princess,” Eddie ground out before nipping at your throat. 

You felt like you needed to grab onto something. It felt like you would float away if you didn’t dig in. Your hands slid down, tugging his shirt up just enough to get your hands underneath it. Eddie hissed as your nails dug in and scraped down his back. 

You managed to do this a few times before your orgasm washed over you. Nails dug into flesh, holding tight as your back arched off the wall and you let out a loud moan. Eddie followed right after, groaning low as he buried himself deep and came.  

You both stayed like that for a moment, panting against each other. Eddie looked at you before reaching up and tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He kissed you, gentle now as he pulled out of you and set you back on the ground. 

“Scratches all down my back,” he murmured against your lips. 

You actually smiled now; the past tension gone. And you realized, as insulting as the song could come across as, Eddie had written it just for you. Not to make you feel bad, but as a way of proving that he really did care about you and enjoyed your company. 

“To keep you right on,” you muttered back, knowing then that this was where you were meant to be.  

[jp600fox]

Why must I always feel the need to write something without finishing what I was previously writing??? So many unfinished works!

[jp600fox]

Once again, my, now fried, brain has been thinking through its multiple reboots...

Would Steve be one to rush into a marriage after school?

In my mind, this all depends on his storyline. If he and Nancy had stayed together, he might have proposed once Nancy graduated. It would have given him a couple of years to work and save up for a house and everything.

But, we know they didn't stay together. So, if Steve had gotten with anyone else right after Nancy, would he have still been as eager to settle down?

Obviously, everything going on in Hawkins would probably play a role in it as well. But, I just don't know. I feel like if he had found the right person after the events of season 2, but before season 3, he might have made the plans to settle again. Whether he would have gone through with it after season 3 is up for debate as well.

But maybe I'm wrong. Anyway, feel free to expand or crucify me with how I am wrong cuz I know I probably am, lol.

[jp600fox]

Well, I failed epically to participate in Kinktober in any way at all. So, is there some sort of Thirsty Thanksgiving or Naughty November we do now?

[jp600fox]

My brain worked temporarily and now I have the image of asshole!teenage!Spencer Reid making fun of reader for their insane knowledge of memes and vines

[sackboys-moved]

Love not having a ”””fandom””” specific blog. Something new will just consume my mind and everyone has to accept it. My house

[jp600fox]

Well, since I'm working closing shift tonight, expect an update for the kinktober stuff. I'm so behind but I'm determined to get all of it done

[jp600fox]

Man, I'm losing my mind.

I swear there was a movie wifh Sebastian Stan in it, and he kidnaps a woman or something along those lines. But the way I remember, it's like he's obsessed with her or believes they're dating and she's obviously trying to survive.

I swear I've seen tiktok edits about it and saw trailers for it. But I looked up his film history and found nothing like that. It was fairly recent, within the past five years maybe. The only scary thing he really has been in in the time frame is Fresh, but I don't know if that's it or not.

I'm losing it

[jp600fox]

I found a masterlist for October...the time is nigh. So today, I'll be cranking a few out and I will do my best to crank something out daily.

Some will be blurbs from fics I'm working on, but can standalone without needing the whole story.

I'm so freaking excited to finally participate in a monthly writing challenge!

[jp600fox]

When you wanna participate in Kinktober but can't seem to find one, a day has passed, and you're just too nervous 😬

[jp600fox]

Well...happiest of birthdays to me or whatever

[jp600fox]

Every time...

[jp600fox]

Connor: So you don't mind that I'm a deviant android that still has to figure out who I am now and will probably end up being a manipulative, toxic person to you because you're so sweet and innocent and easy to control?

Abby (my oc): Raw. Next question.

[jp600fox]

Yall need to encourage me to clean so I can write and feed you guys 🙇‍♀️