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Thank you so much!🩶😍

I can't believe I have NOT read your fics. I'll need to correct this mistake asap.

So I started bookbinding in february and here we are 6 books later:

I'm forever grateful to the fanfic authors for blessing us readers with their remarkable talent🩶 I see you and I appreciate you all beyond words.

I can't wait to bind more! Next one will be my forever favourite Eddie Munson fic. 👀🔥🏍️

#feed me all the eddie fics you want

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My forever ride or die

I was trying to finish my bind of IOF for this day, but life happened 👀

Happy one year to I'm On Fire 🔥🧡❤️ @bettyfrommars

Look at our I'm on Fire boys! Wayne "Uncle" and Eddie "War Machine" Munson😭 By the incredibly talented @dr-aculaaa

Commissioned by the amazing @texasblues

#this fic is such a freaking roller coaster #just give me some of that biker Eddie

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My forever ride or die

Happy one year to I'm On Fire 🔥🧡❤️ @bettyfrommars

I was trying to get my bind of IOF ready for this day, but life happened.👀

Look at our I'm on Fire boys! Wayne "Uncle" and Eddie "War Machine" Munson😭 By the incredibly talented @dr-aculaaa

Commissioned by the amazing @texasblues

#im on fire #eddie munson #anniversary #fic rec

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SMASH!!

DAVID HARBOUR

Stranger Things S01XEP01 "Chapter One: The Vanishing of Will Byers"

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*flatlines*

#why is he like this #this is lovely

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For a baby, you did so good! Going to listen that song asap.

Keep going babe!🩶

August Honey, You Were Mine.

Pairing: EddieMunson x GN!Reader

Summary: Heart broken and left to wonder you don't know what to do with yourself now that Eddie has left. Is this really the end?

CW: 18+ Minors DNI Don't you have homework or something? , Smoking, Drug Use (weed), Break Up, Hurt/Comfort?, Use of (y/n) but mainly the nick name Baby Doll, Cussing, One small reference to wanting to die if you squint, Reader is very distraught, I think that's it if you see any more, please let me know.

WC:1.6k

A/N: Still new to writing. Go easy on me, I'm a baby. Also highly recommend listening to August by Flipturn, it was the inspiration. (Spotify link at the bottom)

It was a cold January day when you decided to take a walk. A walk that ended up somehow taking you a lot further than you had intended to go. A lot further, all the way to the spot you never thought you would return. You approach an old wooden picnic table, sun bleached and covered in graffiti, but then you notice one inscription standing out to you above the rest, a little black heart made from an old discarded sharpie found in the bottom of your book bag, with your initials followed by + E.M. scribed in the center. You felt your heart begin to sink and your brain start to go fuzzy. Why did you even come here? 

You hadn’t talked to Eddie in months. Not since the night he ended things with you. 

“You just deserve better than I will ever be able to give you. You deserve everything this world has to offer you and I'll only stand in the way of that. I love you too much to be your downfall, to be the reason you are stuck in this town for the rest of your life Baby Doll.” he said and before you could even think of a response, think to tell him how none of that mattered if he was by your side or how you would get out of there together one day, he kissed your forehead and turned to walk away. Not just away but out of your life completely. In the following days he proceeded to stop hanging out with your mutual friends at the same time as you, Then he started avoiding parties or events he knew you would possibly be at. Then he stopped showing up to his usual hang outs, and you couldn't decide if it was because being there without you was to hard for him or if he had somehow just grown to completely despise the thought of you or the possibility of your presence, but four months? Four months of avoiding you. Four long, lonely months. And the worst part is you miss him no less now than you did the moment he walked away. The thought of him and all the memories you share eating away at your brain. Constantly thinking of the ways you could have been better, kept him from leaving, made him understand that without him you don't even really know who you are any more. Now you're just lost, taking on your life one day at a time. You honestly have only been able to deal with it by staying stoned 80 percent of the day, the other 20 percent being made up of the small amount of sleep you are able to get. 

That's when you noticed something not as familiar on the picnic table, someone had carved three little lines next to the heart. They almost resembled tally marks. They looked fresh, but you couldn’t figure out what they were supposed to belong to, or why the person that scratched them into the table couldn’t have just moved them an inch more away. For some reason it almost felt intentional, like the person had put them too close on purpose just to hurt you more. Taking a seat at the table you trace the lines with your cold fingertips. You decide this was a good enough place as any to smoke the joint you had rolled for your walk. Maybe you subconsciously knew this was going to be a longer walk than you had thought and maybe even that it would indeed lead you here. You light your coping mechanism and let the smoke fill your lungs, after a few puffs you feel your body start to relax and the tension begin to leave you. This is the only real relief you get nowadays. A few more puffs and you lay your head down, finger still tracing the scratch marks. 

You must have been tired because the next thing you know you're waking up head still on the table, hand covering the small black heart. You aren’t sure how long you had been there but the sun was just starting to set, but what you did know is that you were freezing, pretty much sober and alone. Or maybe not as alone as you thought. You realize you were woken by the sound of leaves crunching. Someone was coming, probably just some teenagers looking for a place to smoke or get drunk. Maybe they will see you, realize that the place is taken, and leave you be. Or maybe it's a serial killer here to put you out of your misery, either way you didn’t lift your head. At least not until you realized that the crunching had stopped. You could feel the presence of someone like they were staring at you. After a few more seconds of feeling as though you were being stared at by some stranger you decide to speak up.

“You know it's pretty freaky to just stare at a girl in the woods without at least making yourself known.” You say with as much backbone as you could muster to let the person know you weren’t to be fucked with but still refusing to lift your head from the table. Fingers still tracing the heart that once was a testament to the love you thought you weren’t meant to find, guess you were right. After a few more seconds of deafening silence you hear a rather loud sigh from behind you. 

“Well what else would you expect from ‘The Freak’ of Hawkins Baby Doll?” the all too familiar voice says with the first hint of warmth you have felt in what might as well have been years. 

You jolted up to see the man you once thought to be the love of your life, who now just feels like a stranger standing before you. He was just as beautiful to you as he ever was, But his big brown eyes stared at you like his world was crumbling before him, but he still wore a smile on his face that could warm even the coldest bones in the winter. Are you still dreaming? You get up from the table, legs half asleep but the tingle helps to ground you. You look up at him again but can’t seem to figure out what is going through his head like you had always been able to do before. You go to take a step but your legs all but give out from under you, but before your face kisses the dirt you feel familiar arms grab your waist and pull you in. They were strong and warm, and a comfort you had been needing even more than you had realized and then you realize he must have been needing it too because what had started as an act of rescue was going on longer than it typically should have. It was tighter, kinder than it would have been between two strangers. Maybe that is because you weren’t really strangers no matter how distant he had felt, back in his arms even for just a moment feels like the past four months was just a horrible nightmare. Was he finally here to end all the pain? 

The next thing out of his mouth proves that was exactly what he intended to do. 

His face still buried in your neck, arms so tight around your waist it was almost as if he was scared that if he let go you would vanish into thin air. “I am so so sorry. I thought it was for the best, I thought I could save you from a shitty life in a trailer park, but I now know it was the worst mistake I could have ever made. I spent months trying to separate myself from you. Trying to forget. Swear I smoked myself dumb the first few weeks just to try not to think about you. Your sweet taste on my tongue, the little noises you would make in your sleep, your breath on my neck when I would hold you. They haunted my every waking moment. And as I was walking up here I could just picture you here waiting for me with that beautiful smile spread across your face, and had to remind myself that wasn’t a possibility. You weren’t going to be here, not waiting for me, but then as I came around the bin there you were. Like my prayers had been answered. Like my own personal sleeping beauty just waiting to be kissed, but I would never do that. That would be creepy as fuck, but I’m sorry. I have loved you from the moment I saw you and I made a horrible mistake and I promise to never hut you again and I’m so fucking sorry Baby Doll.” You could tell he was anxious, he always rambles when he's anxious.  

All you could do was smile. All the sadness and tears shed didn’t seem to matter any more. Nothing mattered outside of this second right now. Having him with you meant everything was gonna be okay. 

“Eds?”

“Yes?” he questioned, voice full of anticipation. 

"Why are you even here?"

Eddie slowly pulls a pocket knife from his pocket and places it next to the black heart. "Every month on the anniversary of my worst mistake I come up here and mark the table. I know its stupid but it was one of the only ways I could still feel connected to you, and I couldn't give up everything." You could here the pain in his voice, he was being genuine.

"It's not stupid Eds. Though I do have one more question."

"Yeah?"

“Don’t you have to have some brains in there to smoke yourself stupid?” you question.

“I guess you got me there Sweetheart.” He said with a smile that spread to his eyes.

#eddie munson #fic recs

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platonic soulmates Stobin

#this is so ADORABLE #stranger things #st fanart

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#slowly crawling to my death #this fucking guy

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Robin who fucks you so slowly as if she had so much time in the world. Robin who pushes her fingers so slowly yet so eagerly, her eyes pinned to your face as your lips open for a moan to slip out. Robin who smirks every single time you react.

"My good girl," she'd coo as you felt her fingers move. Peppering your thighs and your stomach with kisses. Your heartbeat thumping out of your chest as wet needy whimpers slip from your lips. You start to see stars as her fingers curl inside you, your back arching against the silk of the bed.

"Such a good girl."

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Oh Pretty Woman~

70s!Rockstar!Robin x Groupie!fem!reader.

Rockstar!Robin (she's her own warning honestly).

Your high heels clicked, walking into the hallways of the apartment building as if it was yours. Crimson red lipstick and fur coat on. You were supposed to stop with the habit of getting with these rock stars, but there was something so different with the way this rockstar whispered into your ear before she left.

"L.A ain't the same without you, doll."

Robin. Robin Buckley. How could you forget? You were her pretty little drug, the girl wrapped around her finger, the princess she'd pamper and spoil whenever she was on the road. The girl that wasn't explicitly hers, and yet, the girl she lead on to believe that maybe she was more than just some groupie.

Your friend, a journalist who was simply following everywhere Hellfire went - where Robin went - stood by the front of the door, grabbing a pen and a notepad. He doesn't know anything about you and Robin, or the whole groupie thing, but you'd like to keep it that away.

"You ready to meet some cool people?" you asked him. Watching him straighten his jacket and hair. You found it amusing how he wanted to look so formal for a party, you shrugged it off. He only nods.

You weaved a sigh, opening the doorknob. Musicians, groupies, and a shit ton of strangers fill the apartment. It was a big place so to speak, music filling the room through a broken record player. For the rest of the night, you made sure to stick to your friend, a looking eye for him so that he wouldn't get drunk or "unprofessional" as he worded it. He said he was a journalist, but in truth, he really is just a young boy writing and fanboying over rockstars.

"Guess who's going on a motherfucking tour!" Eddie Munson, Hellfire's lead guitarist, yelled as he opened the door, bottle of wine in hand as he chugged. A hand is shoved to his face, pushing him away from the door. A boy tall and muscular walks into the door - Steve Harrington, the bassist of Hellfire waves to the crowd.

"Don't mind him, he's drunk." Steve chimed, pulling Dustin Henderson, their drummer, into the room. All three boys running and prodding towards the partygoers. Where's Robin?

And as the thought of her comes to mind, in flare jeans, and a graphic sleeveless shirt, Robin walks in. Leather boots long and fitted on her legs, sweat after tonight's opening act for some band they don't even remember the name of shined and slicked on her exposed arms, muscular and smooth. Her hair dishevelled and longer than the last time you saw her, the brown roots of her hair growing a little more. Heart-shaped sunglasses blocked the vision which were her blue eyes. Those goddamn eyes that could weaken you with a single glance.

"I'm not late am I?" Robin asked, smooth and slim fingers holding onto the rim of her glasses as she pushed it up to her hair. Her fingers tut with her hair, a playful chuckle erupting from her soft, glossy lips. She strides to the couch, hips swaying so effortlessly as she walked towards the rest of hellfire. Sitting down on the empty space between Eddie and Steve, manspreading as her arms slung around the two boys shoulders.

Your fingers gripped on the red cup you were holding. Your friend had a grin on his face, tugging to your coat as if it told you everything that he wanted the two of you to do : go closer to hellfire.

You look down on your cup, it's almost empty, a perfect excuse not to go near Hellfire - near Robin. "Why don't you go alone? I'll watch from afar." you chuckled awkwardly. Noticing now tense you were, without really knowing the reason why, your friend nods, leaving you alone with the crowd.

He waves over to the group, a toothy smile from Dustin in response. He lets your friend sit in the armrest of the couch, bickering over something you couldn't quite hear. A guy in the crowd goes over to you, talking about the band and all that stuff, responding to him with half hearted "mhms" and mindless nods.

But your eyes were focused elsewhere; focused on the girl scanning the crowd. The girl who's eyes, blue and deep, scanned the faces of the strangers in her apartment - as if she was looking for that one familiar face, your face.

And that's when eyes meet. Her eyes meeting your own. You could feel your heart skip a beat, a crimson hue arising on your cheeks. She was no guitarist, but she plucked on your heartstrings better than anyone could.

A smile tuts on her lips. That goddamn smile, a devilish glint in her eyes, her smile pursed into a smirk.

You looked down on your cup, empty. "I need to get some ice." You announce to the stranger who came up to you, running down the halls in search of an ice machine, in which you find in a small room.

You get in, and as you do, you hear the door swing shut.

Holy shit.

"I can't believe you actually showed up." She whispered, her breath against your neck, fingers sliding to grip onto your waist. You've never actually felt yourself melt before, but as you felt her fingers caress on the fabric of your coat you knew you were done for.

"When does it end?"

"What?" Robin cooed, her voice deep and low, a tone she's always reserved just for you. Her fingers move high up, planting them on your waist.

"This. The story about the girl who's wrapped around a rockstar's little finger and when she gets tired of being this rockstar's plaything she leaves. The rockstar sends her six...no..ten letters and doesn't even leave a backstage pass in San Diego." You replied, sliding her hands off your body. "Robin I've had enough. I'm done with this lifestyle. I'm done with you." You added, there wasn't much truth in your words as you'd like to believe yourself, and Robin didn't believe you at all.

She smiled. Why did she smile?

"Oh honey." Robin chuckled, fingers moving to grab your cup. "I say you're done with all this when I tell you are." She replied, grabbing ice from the machine. "And let me tell you, the day you're truly done, rock n roll's gonna miss you." You hear ice being tossed to your glass, daring not to look at Robin herself.

"It's gonna miss the way you turn a hotel into a home."

An ice cube thrown to your glass.

"The way you know every song. Every song. Even the bad ones. Especially the bad ones." A chuckle slips out of her plush lips. Another cube thrown to your glass.

"Coats and vests in the middle of summer." Another cube.

"Those pink lips and the way it giggles over every small compliment." Another cube.

"The way it fawns over me as if it's never been complimented all it's life."

Silence fills the room, your fingers brushing over a table. A lump in your throat. You feel warm hands on the grip of your waist, your cup left on the table.

"You're more than just some groupie, darling." She cooed, lips brushing on the flesh of your ear. "You're your own kind of woman." She said before turning you around to face her, pinning you up against the brim of the table. "You're my woman."

And before you could protest, she kissed you powerfully. Hands gripping on the edge of the table as if fighting to keep your hands off her. She pulled you closer, a smirk on the edge of her lips as a soft whimper slips from yours. A needy sound that could make her go ballistic.

"So loud for me already, huh?" She chuckled, pulling away. "I barely even touched you."

Fingers brush against your chin, making you look up at her.

"Come to Arizona, baby."

"Never." yes

She smirked. "We leave tomorrow. 9AM. And pack light this time, Jesus."

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😍😍😍

You can hear him muttering because he can't find the right one.

ok to use for moadboards, banners, and graphics -btw.

#this is too real

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😭thank you❤️ it's so gooood

This bind is finished and I'm so happy🩶

There's always room for improvement and testing new things in bookbinding. This material for the covers is not my favourite, as every little dust particle (and glue spot) seems to be visible on the surface. Did some black foiling for the first time and it's so pretty (the pics don't do justice). Would be nice to add some artwork as page overlays?🤔

Typeset is by me🖤

Anyway, this is Twenty Four Hours by the amazingly talented @ghost-proofbaby (thank you for letting me bind this masterpiece):

Please, excuse the horrible photos (Will take better once later) and my weird fingers.

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It's so much fun! 😍

This bind is finished and I'm so happy🩶

There's always room for improvement and testing new things in bookbinding. This material for the covers is not my favourite, as every little dust particle (and glue spot) seems to be visible on the surface. Did some black foiling for the first time and it's so pretty (the pics don't do justice). Would be nice to add some artwork as page overlays?🤔

Typeset is by me🖤

Anyway, this is Twenty Four Hours by the amazingly talented @ghost-proofbaby (thank you for letting me bind this masterpiece):

Please, excuse the horrible photos (Will take better once later) and my weird fingers.

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First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀

#floor sex #what a way to go

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It really is a remarkable fic. I swear the pain and the feeling of falling in love lingered in my soul for weeks after reading it. Just beautiful.

So I started bookbinding in february and here we are 6 books later:

I'm forever grateful to the fanfic authors for blessing us readers with their remarkable talent🩶 I see you and I appreciate you all beyond words.

I can't wait to bind more! Next one will be my forever favourite Eddie Munson fic. 👀🔥🏍️

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HOARD TRAILER!

(Thanks @joesquinns for the heads up. Can’t wait for your gifs 🥰)

@mrsjellymunson @tomtomslongdong @songforeddiemunson @powderblueblood @squigglebottom @flawiette @trashmouth-richie @choke-me-eddie @eddiesxangel 👀

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Summary: Eddie’s never been in love before but he is 99% sure that’s the feeling he got hit with like a ton of bricks the moment he laid his eyes on you. You on the other hand have no clue Eddie is smitten or even knows you exist, because why would Eddie the boy you’ve had a crush on since high school when you saw him walking down the halls in his ripped jeans and long hair all of a sudden be in love with you? This is a story about how you and Eddie navigate your way through falling in love at first sight.

Story Type: Soulmate and love at first sight fic all wrapped into one💞

Story Length: 15 Parts

Status: Ongoing

Tag List: Open

TW: None! Pure sweet gooey fluffy goodness!

A/N: This isn’t realistic in the slightest but if you don’t mind I don’t mind? I’ve had this series written and ready to go for a while so I figured might as well start it!

*this is mainly a texting series but you’ll find everything down below*

Instagrams: coming soon✨

Conversations: Here

Everything Else: Here

Part 1: Beetle

Part 2: Blushing

Part 3: He’s What?

Part 4: Weird bonus convo with Eddie and Steve here

Part 5: Odd Dude

Part 6: Socks

Part 7: Stop Walking bonus convo with you and Dustin here

Part 8: For The Best bonus convo with Eddie and Dustin here

Part 9: Good Morning

#tbr