𐙚 maddy 𐙚

♡full time fandom junkie, part time reader/writer

[madelynraemunson]

yeah my boyfriend’s pretty cool <3

25 | she/her | masterlist ₊˚⊹♡ | ko-fi ☕️ | hellfire gentlemen’s club

crowd favorites:

pass the salt | ex-husband!eddie | the (baby) gate

scenic route | call me what you want | FIC RECS

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[yenvengerberg]

#classic el explanation

[aconiteandausten]

somehow haven't seen anyone point this one out yet??

[djospurnell]

“I want a Hellfire Club t-shirt”

everything about this is so steddie coded

[icallhimjoey]

[djospurnell]

[madelynraemunson]

hi honey 🩷 i miss you and i hope you’re doing okay and taking care of yourself. i love you

I LOVE YOU BABY LIFE JUST HAS ME BY MY THONG THAT IS ALL 💋💋

god i miss tumblr so much

[mediocrexoxo-deactivated2025120]

Hellfire Gentlemen’s Club

"Some guys like shy girls," you shrug.

He laughs, a dark honey kind of laugh that just oozed from the back of his throat. "That they do."

Moodboard inspired by the strip club owner!Eddie series Call Me What You Want by the talented @madelynraemunson. Go check it out and show the author some love 🖤

[madelynraemunson]

🥹 i miss this universe so much. i miss writing so much. i promise, when the Real World calms down, i’ll be back at it again. i can’t wait for that day 🤍

[djospurnell]

STOP IT RIGHT NOW

[strangerstilinski]

[madelynraemunson]

🖤

[djohours]

Listen I hate how arousing I find this

[elegantpaperoperatormaker]

Hawaii Baby

Older!Eddie Munson x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: A month ago I went to Hawaii to visit family and I couldn't stop thinking about older!Eddie taking you to Hawaii. Could be read as part of this universe, or as a stand alone blurb.

Warnings: they're horny for each other, mentions of wanting kids and baby making sex, drinking alcohol on the beach

Thinking about...

Just lounging on the beach, watching the sunset. Him loving all the bathing suits you packed. Him setting up a romantic candle lit dinner on the beach, listening to the waves and watching the pink sky reflect off the blue water.

You’d lay out on a beach chair, reading a book, and he’d be your designated cabana boy.

You hold up the empty glass, garnished with a colorful little umbrella and some gnawed-on pineapple. “Baby, I’m empty.” You’re not even looking up from your book, big sunglasses on, deflecting the bright sun.

“Comin’ right up, sweetheart.” He kisses your head before taking the glass, heading to the bar.

When he’s walking back, you turn your head to catch the way his pretty tattoos look against his pale skin. Admiring his lean torso, the happy trail leading to your favorite part of him.

“Oh, cabana boy,” you singsong, peeking above the rim of your sunglasses. “Are you single?”

He laughs, handing you the chilled drink. “No, I got a sexy little wife at home.”

“Booo,” you tease, knowing he’s talking about you. “She sounds like a drag.”

He smirks, hungrily eyeing your glistening body, “Well, she’s actually the best woman I know. Gonna give me a baby an’ everything.”

Laughing at the way he manages to sneak that hope into almost every conversation you have. “You wish.”

“Oh, I don’t wish, sweetheart. I’m plannin’ on it. I hope you know you’re getting filled tonight. Wanna make a baby in Hawaii, baby.”

You scoff at his shamelessness, “Eddie! Control yourself, we’re in public!”

“For you? Never.”

[upsidedownwithemmy]

I LIKE TO THINK OF YOU AS MINE: APARTMENT ONE

a pick your own adventure fic - steve harrington x fem!reader

Your apartment wasn’t just surprisingly nice for Hawkins, it was surprisingly nice considering you paid less than three hundred dollars a month rent - and that was split with your roommate.

It was just outside of town, far enough away from the police station and retirement home that you could play music louder than some would consider sociable and near enough the only pizza place that you didn’t have to pay for delivery when you were too tired to leave the couch. It was an old, renovated warehouse - big windows, old, sliding doors, an elevator that sometimes worked and two bedrooms that could fit in more than a single.

In fact, it was big enough to hold regular parties, with a fridge full of beer and a balcony off of the living room that could hold five whole people and a keg or two. Honestly, the only reason you and your roommate could afford to stay there was because your landlord was using the empty apartment beside you as a grow room. The smell of weed and regular power outages were easy to put up with when your kitchen had an island and your shower worked through the winter months.

It was filled with your things, second hand furniture and vinyls from the knock off record store on Cherry Street, Polaroids filled the refrigerator door and there was a collection of stupid things that littered the shelves and surfaces.

Your trophy from high school that declared you the least able to hold your drink.

A battered copy of Stand By Me that had been taped over seven times and never returned to Family Video.

An impressive array of sunglasses that your roommate lost, purchased, lost and found again.

An obligatory road sign that lived on the wall behind the sofa, screwed precariously into the crumbling brick.

A bong made from questionable materials.

A fish tank with zero fish.

A bedroom door across from your own, the front of it scratched and worn from being nudged open with hands filled with car keys and coffee cups, old boots and impatient feet. It had stickers from bands over the worst scrapes, another road sign that had “for a good time, call Steve Harrington,” written in sharpie in the middle of it. More Polaroids, more than a few of them featuring you. You and Steve when you were both four years old and half naked in the Harrington's backyard one summer, sticky with melted popsicles. Another at graduation, Steve’s arm slung over your shoulder, you laughing at the camera. A party, two years ago, both of you drunk and the whole scene a little blurry, the cameraman just able to catch you both in an armchair amongst a night of chaos, heads together and you on the boy’s lap as he looked up at you through his lashes, listening to whatever it was you had been drunkenly talking about.

You looked like a couple in that one.

You look like a couple in a lot of them.

But you and Steve? A couple? No.

Roommates, yes. Best friends? Yes. Drinking buddies? Absolutely. Platonic movie night partner? Of course.

And have you kissed him before? Sure, maybe, like… five years ago. But you were both drunk and someone dared you - Robin, no, Jonathan? It didn’t matter. You did it and Steve kissed you back and he tasted like lemonade and cheap beer and a little like the weed your landlord had given you and it was only for a second, really.

Definitely less than a minute. No more than three.

And then you never spoke about it again. Ever. And that was fine.

It was really, really fine.

You had more parties, threw more ragers. Collected more Polaroids and Steve lost more sunglasses and you found them again for him weeks later. You both tried to keep the plants that your mom gifted you alive and it was a good week if there was more than a carton of milk in the fridge.

It was an even better week if you made it through without thinking about the time you kissed your best friend over four years ago.

Especially since your boyfriend really didn’t like him.

That wasn’t ideal.

And honestly, you weren’t really sure you liked your boyfriend all that much anymore.

That wasn’t all that ideal either.

Was it?

Apartment two:

Date night

House party

Voting ended onJun 16, 2025

[unfinishedmural]

Fanfiction is so silly. I am playing with my dolls and people are coming over to watch. Some of them even clap and give me compliments. And when I'm done playing, I can go and watch other people play with their dolls.

[djotime]

i have tears in my eyes

[fuckmaster-unlimited]

freak in the sheets as well as in most other locations

[loserboysandlithium]

[spider-mann]

STEVE HARRINGTON & EDDIE MUNSON STRANGER THINGS 4.08 "Papa"