#Eddie: you like oatmeal cookies

[morganbritton132]

Eddie to his Tiktok following: Hey guys, it’s currently eight AM on a Saturday and we just got back from the grocery store because Stevie here needs to make a pie for our neighbor and sworn enemy, Diane.

Steve: You don’t understand because you didn’t grow up in an upper middle class neighborhood, Eddie. This is warfare. She brought us cookies.

Eddie, sarcastically: Wow, thank god I grew up in a trailer park where I never got hate-crimed like this.

Steve: She’s saying that we suck

Eddie: Or, and consider this, she was just being nice? Maybe she was making cookies and wanted to share.

Steve: They’re oatmeal cookies, Eddie

<- Last Post | Next Post ->

#Eddie: you like oatmeal cookies #Steve: I like a lot of things but I’m not accepting them from Satan #Eddie: …Jesus h Christ. how am I the dramatic one? #Eddie: when you were in the hospital a couple years ago it was Diana that came over to feed the cat and water your plants #Steve: to snoop through our stuff. she used my hairspray #Eddie: babe I used your hairspray. she didn’t do anything except our grocery shopping that week because she’s nice #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #Eddie Munson Tiktok Saga

[chronicowboy]

Buck is stood staring at his couch with a wrinkled nose when a frantic knocking rips him from his thoughts. Frowning, he skids over to the door on socked feet and yanks it open to reveal a harried Eddie and sheepish Christopher.

"Tell me you aren't busy," Eddie pleads, already pushing into the loft to set down two dangerously full grocery bags on the kitchen island.

The loft suddenly seems a lot brighter, feels a lot warmer.

"I'm not busy," Buck replies as he shoots a questioning look at Christopher who only bites his lip and looks away.

"Oh, thank God." Eddie grabs him by the shoulders with a grateful smile before taking a deep breath. "I am. Busy. Like incredibly busy."

"Okay..." Buck narrows his eyes at him. "So, I'm hanging out with my favourite Diaz then?"

"Hold the thought on that favourite bit," Eddie huffs, dropping his hands. Buck's shoulders turn cold at the loss, he shrugs the absence off. Eddie turns to Christopher with his arms folded over his chest and an arched eyebrow. "Want to tell Buck what you decided to tell me at four pm this afternoon?"

"Fine," Chris sighs, looking up at Buck guiltily. "I need to bake cookies for my whole class."

"Sure, we can do that." Buck frowns, sharing a look with a still frantic Eddie. "When do you need them for?"

Christopher averts his eyes. Realisation dawns on Buck, and he shares a knowingly unimpressed look with Eddie.

"Tomorrow," he mumbles.

"Chris," Buck groans.

"I know, okay?" Chris groans right back. "I forgot. I'm sorry. Will you help me? Please?" He breaks out his patented puppy eyes, and Buck has to try hard not to laugh at the notion he wasn't going to help Chris all along.

Buck steals a look at an apologetic Eddie, shakes his head in a way he hopes conveys I've got your back.

"Of course I will, Chris, you know that." His eyes snap to Christopher when Eddie's face melts into that dangerously fond expression. He's been seeing a lot more of it ever since he woke up from his coma, and it makes him feel a little like a lightning bolt trapped in a human body. He doesn't know what to make of it.

"You are a lifesaver," Eddie tells him seriously, pulling him into a quick hug. "I've gotta get over to Pepa's, but I'll be back around dinner time, okay?"

"Oh, I see," Buck tuts. "You just want to reap the benefits of all our hard work."

"Obviously." Eddie pulls one of his patented frog faces. "I wasn't trying to hide that."

"Lazy good-for-nothing," Buck says, except it comes out sounding much more like you're everything.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Who here was asleep for a wholeass week?" Eddie retorts.

"Ass," Chris snickers.

"Don't," Buck and Eddie scold in unison, sharing a bashful smile. Chris just rolls his eyes.

Buck tries not to preen at how natural all of this is, thinks of Bobby's words in the engine just before lightning struck.

Life's too short to take those relationships for granted.

Buck has seen his world without the Diazes in it, he'll never take them for granted again.

"I don't think a coma is technically considered sleep," Buck argues, just happy that Eddie isn't flinching away from the reminder of the accident like he used to.

"Well, you weren't snoring," Eddie concedes.

"I don't snore!"

"Buck, the only reason I felt okay leaving you sleeping on the couch to make Christopher's lunch was because I could hear you breathing all the way from the kitchen." Buck tries not to think about a worried Eddie hovering over him, fingers itching to reach out and find a pulse, lingering in the doorway to the kitchen because he didn't want to leave Buck alone. "You snore."

"You snore," Chris agrees.

"Betrayal!" Buck gasps. "We're making oatmeal raisin cookies."

"Nooooooo!" Chris cries. "Buck, please!"

"Do I snore?" Buck demands.

"Nope." Chris grins.

"Chocolate chip it is."

"Double chocolate chip?" he tries, eyes wide and sparkling. Buck loves him desperately.

"Nice try, kid." Eddie drops a hand onto Christopher's head. "You get double chocolate chip when you tell us more than one day in advance."

Something warm and content settles in Buck's gut at the ease of Eddie's us.

"Buck?" Chris pouts up at him.

"Nah, not gonna work on me." Buck shakes his head, folds his arms over his chest. Eddie sends him a smile, the small and private one that tucks itself into Eddie's rosy cheeks, the one that Buck's pretty sure he'd return from the dead just to see again.

"Okay, well, you two have got it under control." Eddie ducks down to drop a muah! on Christopher's head, presses a quick one to Buck's cheek. "I'm off! Love you both, see you for dinner!"

Eddie sweeps out of the door in a whirlwind of frantic energy. Buck just watches him go, mouth half-open in a soft 'o' as the skin of his cheek tingles where Eddie's lips had been. He stares at the closed door with wide eyes, stares for so long his mouth goes dry.

Maybe he does have the answers, maybe he's had a couch all along.

A sharp tug on his shirt pulls him from his trance, and he looks down at Christopher.

"Cookies?" he says, entirely too knowing for an eleven-almost-twelve-year-old.

"Cookies," Buck nods.

#sami rambles #eddie realises what he's done when he parks at pepa's and then immediately says yes when she asks to set him up #episode coda #911 show #911 spoilers #911 fox #911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fanfic #buddie fic #buck x eddie #buck x eddie fanfic #buck x eddie fic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #buck and christopher #buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family fic

[tellmealovestory]

Cozy

Summary: Eddie discovers the softer things in life.

Warnings: None. Pure softness and fluff!

Spooktober Masterlist

Before you Eddie didn’t know the meaning of softness or comfort. He was used to threadbare sheets and thin quilts with holes in them that did little to keep the chill out when the temperatures dipped. Pillows that were so old they were lumpier than oatmeal. But they were his and for the time before you came into his life they were good enough. 

After you though, well after you Eddie knew the meaning of comfort and softness and home.

It had started slowly, you moving in a few of your things. A toothbrush here. A favorite sweater or book left lying around there. Your preferred canisters of coffee and baked cookies. 

It was slow and subtle enough that not even Wayne noticed or had a thing to say. 

That all changed when Eddie came home after work one day. Limbs tired from exhaustion. Bleary eyed and eager to sink into the well worn couch and light up a joint. As soon as he opened the screen door he knew something was off. He inhaled deeply and as he stepped foot into the trailer it smelled like what he imagined a functional family holiday would be.

The spice of pumpkin pie straight out of the oven. Tart cranberries. Rich cinnamon. Sweet vanilla. 

Candles flickered across the surface of the narrow kitchen counter and on the rickety table that sat in front of the ancient couch which was surely older than him. 

But it wasn’t just the rich and welcome candles he saw burning and smelled it was what was on the furniture that made him pause in the doorway. 

Deep orange and burgundy blankets lay draped across the couch and Wayne’s recliner. And when he didn’t see you at first he walked the short distance to his bedroom to catch you laying a navy blue blanket across the end of his bed, a candle also flickering in here that smelled of marshmallows, a little burnt just how he liked them on a bonfire. 

You didn’t notice him at first. Humming, you smoothed your hands over the blanket fixing any wrinkles that appeared and as Eddie stood in the doorway watching you he could feel himself falling for you even harder and the softness that you brought to his rough edged life. 

“You’ve been busy,” he said, a small smile creeping on his face when you finally glanced up from your project and went over to greet him. A soft kiss on his stubbled cheek and he noted how you smelled like the candles; comforting and warm and his. 

Later, after dinner’s been had and conversation has been exhausted, teeth brushed and fresh pajamas put on, snuggled beneath that thin threadbare quilt and covered with the lush velvet blanket, you curled into his awaiting arms half asleep you mumbled, “Is it too much? The blankets and the candles and the food?” 

“No,” he said quickly, because it’s not. It’s perfect. It’s all perfect. You’re perfect. He wants to tell you those exact words, but sleep has already called and pulled you under and he knows this, making things nice and soft, showing him that he deserves kindness and love is your own way of telling him that you care about him. 

There’s another day for those words. Right now he just enjoys the softness and you in his arms. 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #my writing

[staygoldwriting]

Eddie is the type of boyfriend to stutter and freeze when you so much as hold his hand. Poor boy is touched starved and just loves being near you. He can’t think straight when you’re around.

If you surprise him with a flower that you picked on the way to meet him “just because it reminded me of you” his face warms with a light blush. He presses every flower you give him in a lil songbook he has dedicated to you.

It is time for soft, first relationship Eddie 😌

🌹Now a series!! Part II is here🌹

Is this... my call to action??? To write the fluffiest thing I've ever done so far (maybe except for Bunny Garden)??? 😍

✨First Love✨

(in which y/n is a senior prep and best friends with Nancy, and Eddie is head-over-heels in love with her) 785 words

“Hey, Eddie, hi everyone!” you said cheerily as you approached the Hellfire table at lunch. 

Eddie looked up from his lunch to see you standing in front of him, a wide, sincere smile on your face. He blushed as you two met eyes, and as he went to smile, a little bit of chocolate milk came out of his mouth, causing him to hide his face in embarrassment. 

“Hey, Y/N, what’s up?” Mike asked, trying to draw attention away from a flustered Eddie.

“Well, I was up late baking cookies last night, and I called Nancy, and she said you all have a club meeting tonight? Hellfire, right?” you asked, pointing at their shirts.

“Yeah, why? You wanna join?” Gareth asked, snickering. Eddie, now recovered, kicked him in the leg.

“Well,” you said, looking from Gareth to Eddie, “I thought maybe you’d like some cookies for your meeting tonight,” you held out a tupperware. “I made some chocolate chip, some oatmeal cookies, and some lemon ones. If you’d like, I’d be really happy to share them with your club. And Mike can bring the tupperware home, I’m sleeping over with Nancy tomorrow anyway,” you smiled, bouncing on your heels. 

“Um, sure, yeah, thank you, Y/N,” Eddie said, holding a shaky hand out to receive the cookies. His hand brushed yours slightly, making his blush return. 

“I like your rings,” you said sweetly.

“Oh, um, thanks.” Eddie was completely red at this point. 

“Well, have fun, and let me know what everyone thinks of the cookies! Mike, don’t hog all the lemon ones! Oh, and good luck with ‘The Cult of Vecna’,” you said in a scary voice. 

Eddie’s heart soared when he heard you talk about Hellfire, as if Nancy Wheeler’s best friend would ever be interested in something like that. He knew you were always nice, but he convinced himself that you were just cordial for the sake of Mike. He secretly dreamt that he was the reason you were so nice, that maybe you wanted to be friends… or even more. 

“Ha, nice memory, Y/N!” Dustin cheered, snapping Eddie out of his trance.

“You can come by if you want,” Eddie said quickly, then instantly regretted it. He felt his ears get hot and his hands start to shake again, this time along with his breath. You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Are you serious?”

“I-I mean, you could, but I know you probably have better things to do--”

“No, I don’t!” you exclaimed. “I just didn’t think I could go to Hellfire! Isn’t it exclusive? I wouldn’t want to intrude or anything like that, D&D seems so special and precious to you guys, and I wouldn’t want to ruin that, and gosh, now I’m rambling, but yes, I would love to stop by if you all would be willing to have me.”

“Eddie might, but I’m not,” Jeff spat. “It is exclusive. A prep like you can’t just waltz in and--”

“Hey, come on, she’s cool!” Mike argued. 

“Yeah, and besides, you’re not the leader, Eddie is! He invited her so she can come,” Lucas added.

“It’s okay, I don’t want to cause any trouble,” you said sadly. “I’ll just ask you guys how it went on Monday. Thank you for the invitation though, Eddie.” 

As you left to turn around, Eddie glared at Jeff angrily. He was still blushing intensely, but it could easily be disguised as fury. You looked back, wringing your hands, then went to your table to grab something. As you walked back to the boys, the same look of shock reappeared on their faces. You stood there, shuffling your feet as you let out a breathy giggle.

“I don’t know if I can wait until Monday,” you chuckled, then nervously held out a piece of paper. “This is my number, Eddie. Maybe you can call me after and tell me the details?”

Eddie’s mouth hung open as he stared at you in disbelief. Frozen, Eddie tried to speak, but nothing worked. Dustin sighed loudly, took your number, then placed it in Eddie’s hand. As Eddie closed it, a goofy smile broke across his face. You blushed and smiled brightly as you saw his happy face.

“I’ll talk to you later then,” you said, turning to go back to Nancy, breathing a sigh of relief. You looked back to see Eddie gazing at you, still grinning widely. You waved sweetly, then, in a rush of confidence, blew him a kiss. 

Dustin groaned as Eddie’s face didn’t change. He pretended to catch the kiss, then slapped it on Eddie’s cheek, making you giggle. Meanwhile, Eddie’s heart was beating too much for him to care.

#staygoldwriting #toomanybandstocare #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #stranger things eddie #eddie munson st4 #eddiemunson #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things

[elisefolklore]

paper rings

‘i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this’ taylor swift, lover

read part one, happiness here!

Summary — the six kids tried their best for you and eddie to admit your feelings to each other.

Length — 4.5k

this a repost from my side blog @folklorelise13​ as i am moving everything to my main

You got out of bed and picked up the phone.

‘Hello?’ you said weakly.

‘Hi,’ you could hear Eddie’s smile.

Silence. After realising that you liked Eddie Muson, it appeared as if you lost all social skills you had and did not know what to say anymore, just like when you were back in high school.

‘Did you walk a long time?’ you hesitated, not knowing what else to say.

‘It was alright, I’m used to walking home from school.’

‘Do you have your licence?’ you wondered, curious because you never saw Eddie driving around.  

‘I,’ Eddie stretched on the vowel, ‘know how to start and drive a car.’

‘So you do?’

‘Let’s just say I do,’ Eddie laughed.

‘You liar!’ Dustin shouted on the phone.

‘Dustin shut up!’ you heard Mike say.

‘Dustin!’ you shouted from your room, ‘hang up!’

You made sure to wait a good minute before talking again.

‘They probably didn’t hang up,’ you warned Eddie, ‘so, I’ll see you tomorrow? Like— for breakfast, as usual?’

‘Yeah, I’ll be there.’

‘Ok,’ you let out a breath, ‘goodnight then.’

‘Goodnight.’

You hung up, and went downstairs to find the six children around the phone. Once they saw you, they all pretended to be watching TV, ignoring you. You put your hands on your hips and stared at them.

‘Anything you want to say to me?’ you asked, slightly annoyed.

‘I’m sorry,’ El stood up, ‘it was their idea,’ she pointed at the boys.

‘El!’ Mike shouted.

‘We won’t do it again,’ Lucas apologised.

‘We’re sorry,’ Will apologised too, hating to see you disappointed.

‘It’s alright,’ you sat with them on the couch, ‘it’s not like anything was going to happen anyway,’ you mumbled.

Soon enough, the kids all fell asleep on the couch instead of their rooms. Max fell asleep clinging to you, with El’s head on your shoulder. You gently grabbed the blanket and put it over them and fell asleep with them in the living room.

The kids all woke up around eight, and decided to make you breakfast for once. They all felt a little bad for yesterday's incident, so they thought this would make you happy.

‘So what do we make?’ Will asked them.

‘Waffles?’ El suggested.

‘Yeah, that seems easy enough,’ Max agreed.

Half of the waffles were burnt, but it was the thought that counted. You woke up when you heard the loud doorbell ring. You relanctly got up to open the door, only to find Eddie, in his usual leather jacket and denim one over the other.

‘Morning,’ Eddie smiled.

When you realised it was Eddie in front of you, you slammed the door shut. You were not cleaned up, or dressed up, you could not have him come in like that. You shouted at Dustin to open the door, while you ran to your bedroom to brush your teeth, clean up your hair, and put on some clothes before going back down.

‘Hey,’ you waved at them, walking in the kitchen, sitting next to Eddie.

‘Hey,’ he smiled at you.

You stared at him eating before looking away, smiling.

‘These weren’t made by me, by the way,’ you pointed at the waffles.

‘I could tell, these taste so much better than what I’m used to here,’ Eddie joked.

‘Well, if that’s the case, I guess you won’t be eating the lemon meringue pie I’ll be baking this afternoon?’ you frowned, also joking.

‘Really?’ Eddie beamed. ‘I have been dreaming about that pie for weeks!’

‘Yeah, maybe you could—.’

‘Great!’ Dustin cut you off excited, ‘it means Eddie’s free for another campaign right before Will has to go back to California right?’

Eddie looked at you, but you only nodded and smiled.

‘That’s a great idea!’ you agreed.

‘Yeah,’ Eddie nodded.

El and Max stayed with you and helped you bake the pie and the butterscotch oatmeal cookies — Eddie’s favourites — and you three spent the entire afternoon baking. You wanted to make sure that Eddie would have enough for at least a few days knowing that in a few days, you would be leaving too.

‘This is fun,’ El told you when the cookies were put in the oven.

‘It is,’ Max smiled, ‘I wish we could do this more often. I— I missed you two.’

‘Max,’ you put your hand on her head, ‘I missed you all too, a lot. In less than five months, it’ll be summer break and I’ll be staying here the whole time.’

Max nodeed, before wrapping her arms around you.

‘It’s ok Max,’ you rubbed her back. ‘It’ll be ok. Is everything alright at home?’ you sat down with Max and El.

‘It’s fine,’ Max shrugged. ‘My mom’s working, and she— just hangs in there. We haven’t found Billy’s father.’

‘Is the trailer park alright? Because if it’s too dangerous or anything, your mom and you can move in here.’

‘No, it’s alright,’ Max gave you a small smile.

‘Ok,’ you smiled, ‘but if anything goes wrong, you tell me, you call me and I’ll come back alright?’

Max nodeed. Max was the last kid to arrive, but that did not stop you from taking her under your care. You had to protect her, especially against her step-brother Billy, but that was not a problem anymore. Now, you had to make sure she was alright and lived a good life at Hawkins, which was complicated with you living so far away from them.

‘So, Eddie,’ Dustin smiled when the campaign was over, ‘do you like y/n?’

‘Yeah, she’s great,’ Eddie said simply, grateful for the dark lights in the room.

‘You have been spending a lot of time together,’ Lucas smiled, ‘are you about to ask her out?’

‘That would be so great!’ Dustin insisted.

‘Eddie is about to become our uncle,’ Mike wiped a fake tear.

‘I thought this way would never come,’ Lucas fake cried with Mike.

‘You morons!’ Eddie threw his butt cushion at them. ‘I am not asking her out.’

‘Why not?’ Dustin whined. ‘You both are always glued together, you love spending time together for no reason, she likes talking about metal music, and DnD, and guitar with you when she never showed any interest before; you listen to pop music for her and I saw you reading her favourite book last week. She cooks and bakes for you almost every day since she arrived. You spent all your time with her too, when you never hang out with us outside of school and DnD campaigns. So why not ask her out?’

They all nodded, agreeing with Dustin. Eddie sighed heavily.

‘She is not staying here right? So what’s the point?’ Eddie sat down on his throne.

‘Suzie and I aren’t living next to each other, and yet, we love each other, and we make it work,’ Dustin said.

‘You have a girlfriend?’ Eddie yelped.

‘Don’t try and change the subject,’ Lucas said. ‘Do you think you’re too good for our y/n or something?’

‘What? No! What I meant was — y/n is great, the best even, and I, Eddie the Freak Munson, would never pull that,’ Eddie explained with a pang of his heart. ‘She doesn’t love me.’

‘But you do?’ Will asked timidly.

Eddie stared at Will, sighed, and looked down.

‘Who wouldn’t?’ Eddie mumbled, falling back against the throne. ‘Don’t tell her that!’ Eddie quickly added.

‘We won’t,’ Dustin promised, ‘because you will tell her that yourself.’

‘No I won’t,’ Eddie laughed sourly.

‘Will is leaving tomorrow, meaning, y/n will leave in two days, on saturday,’ Mike said.

‘It will give you plenty of time to confess your undying love to her,’ Lucas teased him.

‘If you don’t, we will,’ Dustin finished.

Eddie glared at Dustin.

‘Or maybe not,’ Dustin quickly added before leaving with his friends. ‘See you at home,’ he shouted before biking away.

Eddie took all his time cleaning up the room. Eddie never had a girlfriend, or any romantic relationships. He had crushes before, but nothing ever happened with his Freak title. He knew better than to ask anyone out and have the entire town gossip about it. But it was different with you. First, you were out of high school, second, you were actually nice to him, and third, you did not mind being seen with him, and the hellfire club.

After cleaning up everything, he went to your house. He was welcomed with a piece of his favourite pie and favourite cookies on a plate.

‘I put them aside for you because these monsters devoured everything,’ you pointed at the kids still eating alongside Robin and Steve who came in not long ago.

‘Thanks,’ he took the plate.

‘Come,’ you took his hand and pulled him on the couch, ‘it’s too loud in there,’ you showed the kitchen.

Eddie took the fork you handed him and started to eat, and once again, it was wonderful. He enjoyed every bite of the pie and the cookies. He took a piece of the pie with his fork and put it in front of you.

‘What are you doing,’ you backed away, laughing.

‘I’m sharing,’ Eddie smiled back at you.

You smiled and ate the pie. Eddie finished his plate by sharing it with you. He noticed that every time you cooked, you would always feed the others and only eat the remaining.

‘I wish you could stay here forever,’ Eddie admitted, putting the place on the table. ‘I wish we were friends when you were still here.’

‘Really?’

‘Yeah.’

‘I always wanted—.’

But you were cut off by everyone coming into the leaving room. Nancy stayed at your house that night, since Jonathan would be leaving tomorrow. Which meant, your house was packed with people. Nancy slept with Jonathan in the guest room, Joyce had her room, and Max, El and you slept on your bed, while Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike all slept on mattresses put in your bedroom.

Eddie, Robin and Steve all left very late, not before reassuring you that Steve would drop Eddie off and that he would not walk home alone that late.

‘See you tomorrow,’ you waved goodbye at Eddie. ‘See you two around soon too,’ you hugged Robin and Steve.

You went back to bed, where all the kids were already ready to sleep. You washed up and went to bed, putting yourself in the middle.

‘So y/n,’ Dustin started, ‘remember that night, where you spaced out when we talked about Eddie?’

‘Eddie?’ Max smirked.

‘Is Eddie your boyfriend?’ El asked.

‘What!’ you sat down. ‘No! No, no, no, no. No. He is not my boyfriend, and I didn’t space out, I was just tired from driving you around and staying out late like that!’ you quickly blurted out.

‘But you like him, right?’ Lucas asked seriously.

‘Of course I like him,’ you stated, ‘I mean, he’s—,’ your thoughts drifted to Eddie.

‘Dreamy?’ Max laughed.

‘But do you like–like him?’ Mike asked.

‘In a romantic way,’ Dustin added.

‘I—,’ you did not know what to say.

‘Are you in love with Eddie?’ El gasped.

‘I—,’ you let out a deep breath.

You fall back on the bed.

‘I don’t know,’ you admitted. ‘I like him, I— I like Eddie a lot. I— think I might be in love with him.’

‘You should tell him that!’ Will smiled. ‘Because he—, I’m sure he loves you too,’ Will corrected himself. ‘He is always looking at you whenever you’re not looking, he always wants to spend time with you, he has to be in love — is what I think,’ Will added.

‘I agree,’ Dustin said.

‘Me too,’ Lucas agreed.

‘Yep,’ Mike nodded.

‘But, I’m leaving soon,’ you lamented. ‘I won’t even see him.’

‘Suzie and I, we don’t see each other every day,’ Dustin repeated his story, ‘yet we are in a relationship.’

‘I think you should tell him,’ Max lay next to you. ‘This town is cursed, so who knows what can happen… You have to live your life fully and that means putting yourself out there and telling the people who love, that you love them.’

You turned your head to look at Max with a soft smile.

‘I love you guys,’ you smiled, holding Max's hand tightly in yours.

‘We love you too,’ everyone said at the same time, laughing.

Joyce left early in the morning because of the long journey back home. Everyone was there saying goodbye, hugging each other. After they left, Dustin, Mike and Lucas all went back home too, on their bikes. You called Eddie and told him to come later because you were going to drive Max home first.

You never went to Max’s place before, so you let her guide you around and let you park your car in front of her trailer.

‘You’ll be alright?’ you asked her.

‘Yeah,’ Max nodded.

‘Ok, call me if you need anything.’

Max nodded again before leaving your car. You drove back home and stood in the hall. You got used to having this house full of people and now that it was empty, it felt weird. You walked to the kitchen and started to make breakfast. You had prepared some batter the day before, and you put them in a baking tin and put them in the oven. You took out some bananas and strawberries and cut them in thin pieces and put them on a plate.

Eddie knocked on your door just when you took the muffins out of the oven. You both sat next to each other and started to eat in silence. It was the first you two ate alone, without any of the kids around.

‘So,’ Eddie turned around to face you, ‘you’re leaving soon?’

‘I’m leaving Saturday morning, tomorrow is my last day here,’ you confirmed.

‘Oh,’ Eddie stared at his plate.

‘I’ll—,’ you looked at him, ‘I’ll miss you.’

Eddie looked up at you.

‘I mean,’ you quickly added, ‘like I’ll miss Max and Lucas, and Mike and Dustin!’

You did not want to hear Eddie say that you were being weird suddenly.

‘I’ll miss you too,’ Eddie smiled, ‘I’ll miss being well fed too. I can’t believe I’ll have to go back eating garbage food for the rest of my life,’ he sighed dramatically.

‘You are one drama king,’ you laughed. ‘I’ll be back around May, and then you’ll have to be stuck with me for at least four months.’

‘Don’t forget my graduation,’ Eddie added.

‘How can I forget? I’ll have to bring you a graduation gift,’ you thought, ‘what do you want?’

‘You,’ Eddie talked before he could think.

‘M–Me?’ you stuttered, smiling.

‘I mean, you being here will be enough.’

‘Oh. Right,’ you laughed, feeling hot from embarrassment.

Once breakfast was over, you put the plates away and took Eddie with you to your car.

‘Where are we going?’ Eddie asked you, letting you drag him around.

‘To the market.’

‘Why?’ he asked once in the car.

‘I wanted to prepare food for Max to freeze, so whenever her mom isn’t around to cook, she can just heat it.’

Eddie stared at you, lovingly.

‘What?’ you smiled.

‘Where did these kids find you?’

‘I used to babysit them,’ you explained. ‘I was on my way home, eating a cake that my mom had made for me, and I walked across the park, and I saw four children on the ground, with two of them crying, Will and Dustin. I was going to walk away, but then I saw a group of older guys, probably from high school, walking toward them.

‘I watched them grab the kids’ bags and toss it away and then they just laughed and walked away. It was horrible, so I walked over and helped them. They were children, they were eight, or nine and I was thirteen, almost fourteen, I had to do something,’ you continued to explain.

‘They explained that these guys just stole their snacks and that they were being bullied around by them. So I shared my food with them and I walked them home. And for a week, they would wait around the park and I would walk them home. And their mothers ended up asking me if I could babysit them, and I agreed, and I stayed with them the whole time.’

‘That was really nice of you,’ Eddie told you. ‘They all speak so highly of you, I thought they made you up.’

‘What?’ you laughed.

‘Yeah, I mean they were describing someone so good and perfect, I thought you weren’t real. Then I met you almost a month ago, and I still can’t believe it. You’re so kind and generous, it’s impossible to believe.’

‘I’m—,’ you looked away, smiling. ‘I think you’re really great too. I— Dustin talks about you very highly too. That kid loves you. They all do.’

‘And you?’ Eddie whispered.

‘Me?’ you repeated. ‘I— I—,’ you thought about what Max said to you last night. ‘I do too,’ you looked at him, ‘I like you.’

‘Really?’ Eddie could not believe his ears.

‘Yes,’ you said timidly. ‘You’re great, I— I loved spending time with you, and for the first time, I’m starting to think that, maybe, I wish I didn’t leave for college so I could stay here with you.’

You arrived at the market ten minutes ago, but neither of you wanted to leave yet.

‘I wish you didn’t have to leave too,’ Eddie grabbed your hand. ‘Because I like you a lot too, and I don’t want to let you go, ever again.’

‘You do?’ you beamed. ‘I can’t believe this,’ you mumbled to yourself.

‘So, what now?’ Eddie asked you.

‘I— I don’t know,’ you admitted. ‘I mean, people get together even when they live miles away from each other. So— we could too,’ you hesitated.

Maybe Eddie didn't want that.

‘We could,’ Eddie agreed, squeezing your hand.

‘Ok,’ you smiled, relieved.

You both stared into each other’s eyes, happy. Eddie slowly put his hands behind your neck and brought you closer to him.

‘Can I kiss you now?’

‘Yes.’

You put your hands on his arms and closed the gap between you two and kissed him. Eddie’s lips were soft, his tongue pressing against your gently. Kissing Eddie felt like a dream, and you never want to wake up or stop. But you both needed air, so the kissing stopped, both you panting slightly.

You smiled before leaving the car, feeling too warm inside. Eddie followed you behind, putting his arm around your shoulder.

‘I like this,’ he smiled.

‘Me too,’ you put your arm around his waist.

Eddie spent the rest of the day at your place, helping you cook — grabbing ingredients and cleaning them — and then you two put everything in a tupperwares and put them in the freezer.

Tired from cooking all day, you and Eddie both collapse on your couch. Eddie moved over and rested his head on your lap, and wrapped his arms around you.

‘I don’t want you to go,’ Eddie whined, looking up.

‘We’ll call each other, every day, and before you even know it, I’ll be back and we’ll figure something out.’

‘Okay,’ Eddie smiled.

Eddie and you decided it would be better not to tell anyone yet, since this was a rather new thing. Your last day at Hawkins was spent cleaning up the house and making sure there was no food left in the fridge so nothing would spoil, and making sure everything was clean. After eating lunch, you grabbed all the food you froze and put it in your car and drove to Max’s place. You knocked on her door and waited a bit before she opened it.

‘y/n!’ Max smiled, hugging you.

‘Hi!’ you hugged her back.

‘What are you doing here? I thought you were busy today?’

‘I am, I still haven’t packed my things, but I wanted to drop these off,’ you showed her your multiple bags.

‘What is that,’ Max let you in.

‘Food, lots of it. I— you mentioned that your mother couldn’t always cook so I thought I would freeze a lot of it for nights when she wouldn’t be there.’

Ever since her mother married Billy’s father, Max felt alone. With her mother always sticking with her step-father, and her violent step-brother, she had no one. Until she met Dustin and Lucas, and then you soon after.

At first, she thought that you would not care much about her, because she was the new girl, but you did. You were nice, and you cared for her even though you barely knew her. Max had not been that happy for a long time. So when you left, she was devastated, and on top of that, she had to move away with her mother.

‘Thank you,’ Max smiled, touched by your kindness. ‘I’ll put them in the freezer, you can stay here,’ she showed you the couch.

You sat on the couch and looked around. The windows did not have any curtains on them, so you could see the trailer in front of Max’s and the empty streets.

‘Looking out for Eddie to appear?’ Max joked when she sat next to you.

‘What?’ you asked, horrified that she might have, somehow, discovered what happened yesterday. ‘Wh—why would I be waiting for Eddie to appear out of nowhere?’

‘Because he lives just here,’ Max pointed at the trailer in front of her house.

‘What? Really?’ you asked, surprised.

‘Yeah.’

You spent another hour with Max, before she had to leave to meet up with Dustin, Mike and Lucas to hang out together.

‘We’ll come and see you before you leave tomorrow,’ Max warned you before skating away.

Just as you were about to get in your car, you saw a truck pulling in Eddie’s trailer. It was an older man getting out of it, and getting inside. You turned around, watching the pastries you bake that you wanted to drop off at Lucas’, Dustin’s and Mike’s. But maybe you could give some to Eddie. You took all the bags, which included all Eddie’s favourites and walked to his trailer, and knocked.

‘Eddie!’ you heard a man’s voice shouting, ‘get the door!’

‘You get it!’ Eddie shouted back.

After a few moments, the door finally opened up on Eddie, in his typical outfit, with a bandana in his hair. His eyes widened seeing you.

‘Who are you?’ the man you saw earlier appeared behind Eddie.

‘I’m y/n,’ you smiled. ‘Eddie’s girlfriend,’ you added.

‘Girlfriend, huh,’ the man smiled, patting Eddie’s back. ‘Nice. I’ll let you two alone then,’ he walked back and went into a room.

‘Girlfriend?’ Eddie smirked, leaning against the doorframe. ‘I thought we weren’t telling anyone yet?’

‘Well, I wanted to know how it sounded like to say it,’ you smiled. ‘Can I come in? Or are you busy?’ you suddenly realised. ‘I can go, I was just visiting Max and she said you were living here and I thought—-.’

Eddie took the bag in your hands, put his free hand behind your head and kissed you deeply.

‘Come in,’ Eddie took your hand. ‘Sorry it’s a mess, I—,’ he turned to look at you, flushed. ‘I would’ve cleaned if I knew you were coming.’

‘It’s fine!’ you reassured him. ‘It’s nice, it’s very cosy here.’

‘Come,’ Eddie took you down the little hallway.

He opened the door to his bedroom and closed the door behind you.

‘This is my palace,’ Eddie joked.

You looked around, amazed at his bedroom. You went to sit on his bed when he grabbed your hand and yanked you toward him, making you crash onto his chest.

‘You don’t want to sit down,’ Eddie admitted, still holding you.

You both looked at his bed.

‘Those stains are—,’ he tried to explain, ‘I don’t know what those stains are.’

‘Ok,’ you laughed. ‘Is this your guitar?’

‘Yeah, my most precious belonging.’

‘It’s amazing, it looks really great,’ you said. ‘Do you still play with your band?’

‘How do you know about my band?’ Eddie wondered. ‘You mentioned it twice now, the first time being when we first met.’

‘I—,’ you stared at his guitar, avoiding eye contact with Eddie.

Now that Eddie told you that he liked you, it would not be weird to reveal to him that you used to have a crush on him, meaning you went to all his gigs at the local bar back in high school. So you did, you told him everything.

‘Really?’ Eddie smiled.

‘Yes,’ you looked away, cheeks warm. ‘I— you were nice and then the years passed, and you definitely got more handsome and my teenage self was definitely having a crush on you.’

‘I can’t believe you never told me,’ Eddie frowned, holding your hand. ‘I probably would’ve fallen in love with you back then if you did.’

‘I almost did,’ you smiled, ‘it was junior year, I thought you were going to be gone at the end of the year, so I wanted to come and join hellfire club, but then I got nervous and left.’

‘Well, it doesn’t matter anyway because you’re here now,’ Eddie rested his forehead on yours.

‘I am,’ you kissed him.

Even though you were leaving tomorrow, neither of you wanted to talk about it. You spent the rest of the day with Eddie and his uncle, Wayne, and ate the pie and other pastries. When it was finally time for you to go home, Eddie walked back to your car with you.

‘Are you coming to say goodbye tomorrow with the kids?’ you asked him.

‘I’ll be there. Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?’

‘It’s fine,’ you promised. ‘I’ll… see you tomorrow then?’ you gave him a small smile.

‘See you,’ he whispered.

You woke up early Saturday, around seven and took your suitcase down the stairs. You changed into your clothes, and put the pyjamas away and cleaned up. Around eight, the doorbell rang and the kids and Eddie were all there.

You let them in and you all ate together in silence. No one knew what to say. All the kids were sad to see you go again. Then around nine, it was time for you to go. Eddie put your suitcase in the trunk and stood beside the kids.

‘Well,’ you smiled, ‘I had the best time with you guys around, and I’ll miss you all very much.’

‘I’ll miss you too,’ Max came to hug you.

They all came and wrapped themselves around you.

‘I’ll be back very soon, ok? And I’ll still write to you guys, every week.’

‘We’ll write too,’ Lucas said.

You turned around and faced Eddie. The kids were not far away, but far enough so they could not hear you two.

‘I wish I kissed you more yesterday,’ Eddie smirked, ‘cause now I can’t and I really want to.’

‘Me too,’ you admitted. ‘It’s only five months and then, we’ll be together forever.’

Eddie nodded, and you gave him a brief hug — to avoid raising suspicion — and went into your car. You rolled the window down and waved them goodbye while driving away.

‘See you soon!’ the kids all shouted.

check out my masterlist, read part three lover here!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson x you

[word-wytch]

warm vanilla sugar.

Little Eddie and his mom, Elizabeth, bake Christmas cookies together.  [2k]

CW: tooth-rotting fluff, depictions of poverty, angst over paternal absence

December 24th 1971

Philadelphia Street was quiet on Christmas Eve. It was always pretty quiet in the dead of winter, especially once the sun went down. Nothing but the wind rustling through the glittering branches under the street lamps.  

But if you listened closely just outside the smallest house—the Munson’s house—there was music. There almost always was. Crackling and popping, the spinning record warmed the house with carols sung by Ella Fitzgerald this time. Tinsel glittered in the light of the colored bulbs on the little fake tree by the large front window. Behind the house there was a light as well, glowing warmly from the small kitchen window in front of the sink.

Perched on a chair at the counter with hands barely as big as the plastic cookie cutter, Eddie made his first big impression, stamping the dough in the shape of a snowman. He peeled it back with wondrous satisfaction, eagerly stamping another in the middle of the flour-dusted canvass, and another above it in frantic succession. 

“Easy there, big guy,” came a voice from beside him; warm and sweet like honey on toast. A pale hand blotched with green food coloring intercepted, lifting the plastic from the dough before Eddie could get his grips on it again. “Gotta keep ‘em close together, we’ll get more cookies that way,” Elizabeth said with a wink. “Like this.” Gingerly, she lined the snowman up beside one of its kin, upside down so that the large bottom tessellated snugly beside the top hat of the other. 

Sudden laughter erupted out of her son: bright, bubbling, and contagious. 

“What’re you gigglin’ about?” She punctuated the question with a teasing poke at his ribs.

Eddie pointed a trembling little finger at the scene, biting back his snicker enough for words to make it out. “His butt’s in his faaace!” He doubled over at his own joke, as if saying it out loud made it twice as funny. 

Elizabeth shook her head with a soft smirk at her son—the comedian—whose laughter was sweeter than any song she’d ever heard. His cheeks were pink from it, dimpled and squishy like the dough under her rolling pin. Tempting enough to take a bite. 

“What, like this?” She dove in, blowing raspberries against his chubby cheeks as he squirmed in her arms. His laughter erupted in squeals. “MmmooO—HAHA—mmmm!” Eddiesqueaked in a few gasps between laughs. It was a merciless onslaught; locked in a bear hug while fingers tickled his ribs. When Elizabeth was finally satisfied, she loosened her grip, pulling him into a hug with a soothing hand at his back to calm him down. 

Sucking in deep, ragged breaths, his chin nestled into her shoulder, into her long, strawberry blonde hair. She’d styled it extra today; half-up in a clip with those swooping curtain bangs framing her face. It was rare she had anywhere to be but at home, but that wouldn’t stop her from feeling like Bridgette Bardot on Christmas Eve. Hairspray was her secret weapon. It was cheap and always on hand. With it, she could transform into whoever she wanted. 

The scent of hairspray—of her—enveloped Eddie just like her arms. Warm like sheets freshly dried in the sun. More comforting than anything on Earth. Her hand rubbed loving circles into his green sweater while his own sticky fingers tangled into the oatmeal knit of hers. Finally Eddie let go, hands trailing the belt of her belled blue jeans as he steadied his stocking feet on the chair.

All calmed down, she nodded toward the cookie cutter. “Ok, go on and press it now.”

White plastic sunk into the dough, and Eddie beamed up at his mom with a smile that could outshine the moon, even with a few missing teeth.

“Good job! See it’s cold out there so they’ve gotta snuggle up real close to stay warm,” she said with a giggle, giving Eddie a side-squeeze. Before his hands could press another cookie, hers found the cuffs of his sleeves, rolling the flour and crumbs of dough caught in the knit up and away until they sat snugly below his elbows. “There you go, much better. Think you can handle it, big guy?” Elizabeth asked, turning back to her bowl of frosting on the counter. 

“Okay Mommy,” he said, gripping the back of the chair for balance before finding the cookie cutter again. With careful precision, he hovered the snowman over the dough close enough to touch mittens with the one beside it before pressing down. “Good job!” He heard her coo, and that was all he needed.

It was good to see him like this, so preoccupied with the project in front of him that he hadn’t even glanced at the front door. He’d been watching it a lot lately. Even more as the days grew closer to the big one. Green blotches of food coloring stretched into trails beneath Elizabeth’s spatula as she blended the dye into the crisco and margarine mixture, tucking the metal bowl against her chest for leverage. When blended to a smooth, pale green, she set it beside the red and white ones. Sighing sharply, she glanced over her shoulder at the porch light shining through the glass. Still no shadow, no sound of heavy boots. Only the crooning of Ella Fitzgerald, swinging along with her band to “Sleigh Ride” in the living room.

“I goooot it!” Eddie chirped proudly, holding up a snowman by the hat in his small fist as its doughy body drooped towards the floor. 

“Oh sweetie! Here, let’s get a pan.” Rushing to the oven, she snatched a well-loved baking sheet from atop the burners, pivoting to bring it under Eddie’s outstretched arm just in time. The dough hit the pan with a dull thud. The snowballs had stretched to droopy ovals, twice as long as all the others. Tiny grip marks dented the hat. Eddie—proud creator—beamed down upon its gooey form. 

“Oh wow, he’s—he’s a very tall snowman now!” Elizabeth exclaimed, sealing her snicker behind her twitching pink lips. She set the pan down in front of her mixing bowls. “Here, let me show you a trick, watch this.” Coming up behind him, she reached around his shoulder to pinch a corner of the dough. With a slow, upward pull, it became lace, leaving only the snowmen scattered on the large wooden cutting board. “See, like magic!”

And it was. Magic to see those umber saucers filled with wonder, to see her own eyes reflected back. But it wasn’t long before his tiny hands grew eager again, grabbing at a doughy body. “Woah—woah,” she clasped his wrist and his clutch slowly released. “We’re gonna use a spatula this time ok? It’ll be safer that way.” For the snowmen.

The oven was already warm. It had been for an hour now, just warming up the kitchen. Cookies were a great excuse for that. Sometimes in the dead of winter, when cold crept in through the single pane windows, Elizabeth would light up the old Magic Chef and leave the thick, enamel door hanging open. It would warm the whole kitchen, living room too. Sometimes she and Eddie would pull up chairs, wrap themselves in blankets, and pretend like they were roasting marshmallows. Cranking the thermostat was too expensive, but they could afford a fantasy.

Snowman cookies went in the oven this time, and by the time they came out, Eddie had a whole batch of Christmas trees ready to go. Steam rose from the snowmen as they cooled on the rack, and Elizabeth rolled out the dough for the Santa ones next. Even in the warmer-than-usual kitchen, it didn’t take long before the snowmen were cool enough to frost. 

Eddie was ready, holding the loaded butterknife tight in his grip. It descended with a plop on a snowman, and a haphazard jerking of the knife left it thick on the bottom and thin on the top. Eddie picked it up, poking out his tongue in concentration as he tried his best to spread it, but the pressure from the knife snapped the head clean off. It fell to the cutting board with a clatter of crumbs. “Noooo!” he wailed.

Elizabeth tossed her head back with a chuckle as sweet as molasses. “Some must be sacrificed,” she said with a wink, picking up the head. Gently, she took the butterknife out of his grip, grabbing a dollop of frosting from the bowl before giving it a generous smear. She handed it to Eddie. “Guess we’re gonna have to eat ‘im, huh?”

He didn’t waste a beat, stuffing it into his mouth in one eager bite. His crumb-dusted smile was enough to warm the whole house. Leaning against the counter with a soft chuckle, Elizabeth took a bite of the body. It was still a little warm, the dough flaking ever so slightly beneath the glob of sweet vanilla that her teeth left marks in. Grabbing her half-full coffee mug from beside a dirty mixing bowl, she chased it with a cold sip. “How ‘bout I frost and you decorate, big guy?”

Eddie was happy to do anything that involved sugar. Happy to lick it off his fingers, happy to bury his hands in the sprinkles—transferred to bowls for more accurate decorating after the plastic shakers left more on the tray than the cookies. Still, Eddie was more than generous, grabbing handfuls and releasing them in hills atop the frosting. 

“Mommy you think Santa’s gonna see my list?” Santa and list were challenging words without front teeth, but he managed. 

She paused as a sinking feeling crept into her stomach. Staring down at the long, half-frosted snowman in her hands—darker than the others and fragile due to its thinness—she took a deep breath before answering. “Yes baby, it’s right on the coffee table.”

Rainbow sprinkles clung to his fingers as he released another pile, leaving behind colored dots on his palms. “We’re gonna have to give him extra cookies so he brings everything.”

Twinging, she glanced at the door. “Baby, you know sometimes Santa and his elves get real busy and gotta make sure they have enough presents for everybody. Means he can only pick one or two things from each person’s list, you see.” Let alone a whole dang person. 

Eddie frowned, gnawing his lip as he stared down at all his hard work. “But he’s magic.”

Elizabeth set down the cookie, folding her arms across her well-worn floral apron with a heavy sigh. “I know, baby.” But he don’t work miracles. Staring into the bowl of frosting, her mind drifted back to the bedroom closet where two wrapped gifts lay tucked away. On the shelf above the coat rack was a dwindling bundle of cash in a brown paper bag. It was all Al had left behind three months ago when he said he’d be gone only one. She’d made it stretch, but barely. Elizabeth Munson wasn’t going to let that dampen the occasion though. Not today, not ever. Brightening her eyes, she turned to face her son. “But you know what? Christmas is really ‘bout appreciating what you got already.”

Eddie looked down at the snowmen, at their white bellies full of rainbow sprinkles. A few sprinkles dropped from his sticky palms as his shoulders began to slump, but suddenly a finger lifted his chin; soft as a peach and blotted with green food coloring. Suddenly he was staring into his favorite set of eyes, warmer than Tennessee whiskey. 

Elizabeth cupped his sweet face, rubbing her thumbs along the apples of his cheeks. “You know what I appreciate?” 

“Wha-?” was all he could mumble from between her palms.

“You.” She planted a big kiss on his forehead. 

Her smile was infectious, and before Eddie knew it, one was cracking across his face too—crooked and toothless. His sticky fingers found her wrists, lowering them softly to free his cheeks. He had something important to say. “I ‘preciate you too Mommy.”

Elizabeth Munson had a smile like the sun; radiant and warm even on the coldest days. Because when Elizabeth Munson was happy, the whole entire world was happy. 

And Eddie was no exception.

______

A/N: I might have gone through half a box of tissues to bring you this.

I might do more little vignettes like this. I just love Elizabeth Munson so much and it was really fun to develop her character more and give her a sweet moment with her boy.

✨ If you enjoyed this, please let me know! Your feedback keeps me writing and sharing helps others find it too! ✨

📖 MASTERLIST 🖋️AO3 ☕️ KO-FI

#eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #elizabeth munson #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #flight of icarus #eddie and elizabeth

[steddieas-shegoes]

Hello my love! I’m here asking for more even if this is not what you mean because yesterday and today have both been DAYS and I’m shaking because of overstimulation SO.

That thing? When the skin around your nails gets dry? And catches on that specific type of fabric? And it pulls at your SOUL until you want to shrivel up and die? That. Can you write something with that? Or something with one of the boys getting overstimulated to the point they can’t do anything for fear they’re going to act out in a “Bad Way” (aka yelling, hitting, crying, etc.) and the other helps talk them down somehow? I don’t completely know if I know what I’m asking for but if you want a prompt:

“Everything’s just too much and if I do anything other than sit here I feel like something bad’s gonna happen.”

(As I was typing that something loud fell and my heart jackrabbited so now I’m shaking even more so. That’s fun. Sorry if I’m not as expressive as usual but I literally Cannot rn)

I’m sorry Too Much™️ was going on my star ✨ Today will be better because I said so!!!

Steve knew it was a bad day before he even got out of bed. He was tempted not to get out of it, actually.

But he had work, and he had his afternoon class at the community college, and he promised Dustin he’d bake cookies for his Hellfire meeting.

So he went to work, he went to his afternoon class, and then he rushed home to bake the apple cinnamon oatmeal cookies.

He put the oven mitt on to take them out of the oven and the mitt brushed just right over a hangnail, causing him to shiver with displeasure and take the mitt off.

He wanted to crawl out of his skin.

He shut off the oven and used a towel to pull the baking sheet out, giving up on baking more even though he had enough dough for another two dozen.

Dustin could live with this.

He walked into the living room, sat down on the couch, and pulled his knees to his chest, trying to focus on slow, steady breathing.

Eddie would be home any minute.

He thought about the last time he’d had a day like this, how he ended up having to lay flat on the floor with just a t-shirt on while Eddie sat next to him, not touching, just there.

He hoped it didn’t come to that.

When Eddie walked in, he took one look at Steve and knew.

“Want me to sit with you, sweetheart?”

Steve nodded.

Eddie sat down carefully, not wanting to jostle him too much or accidentally touch him in a way he wasn’t ready for.

“Can I hold your hand?”

Eddie spoke softly, barely more than a whisper.

Steve nodded.

Eddie took his hand gently, lacing their fingers together loosely.

“Did something happen?”

“No. Just woke up like this. Got worse. Don’t wanna move. Don’t want anything else to happen.”

“Okay, love. We can sit right here as long as you need.”

Steve relaxed further into the couch, closing his eyes and not thinking about the way his jeans felt on his legs, how they were rough in the wrong places when he sat down, rubbing against his ankles and knees wrong.

Everything felt wrong.

“Need these off.”

Steve pulled his hand from Eddie’s and standing up.

Eddie watched as he stripped them off, but didn’t say anything.

“Floor.”

Eddie nodded and stood up from the couch as Steve went to his spot on the floor.

“Pillow?”

Steve shook his head.

Eddie sat next to him, held his hand out so Steve could take it if he wanted.

He seemed to relax a bit when Steve finally did.

“I love you, Stevie. I’m right here if you need anything.”

“Love you.”

They stayed there for at least an hour, but Eddie didn’t complain.

He never complained.

Steve always made his way out of it, every sound and touch finally felt normal again after a while.

And Eddie was there to hold him and talk to him when he did.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #headcanon

[sunflowergirl522]

The Cousins

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie meets your big extended family for the first time

Word Count: 2504

Eddie Masterlist

Eddie’s stomach was churning as he pulled up in front of your house to pick you up for your grandma's birthday. He’s met both her and your grandfather before and they liked him like your parents liked him, but now he was going to be meeting all of your aunts and uncles and cousins. He’s even more nervous than he was the first time he ever publicly played anywhere with the band. The only reason he knew he’d be able to get through this is because you were gonna be right by his side. 

Your family meant the world to you and you were so excited for them to meet Eddie and for Eddie to meet them. Your parents had left earlier to help your aunt set up and cook before everyone showed up and you’ve been ready to go since a little after that. You’ve just been waiting for Eddie to get off of work to get you.

You knew how anxious he probably was. He was super nervous to meet just your parents but this was almost all of your extended family. And you’re not a fool you know there’s a lot of them on your mom's side and that it can be overwhelming for newcomers especially ones who care so much like your sweet boyfriend. So to help ease his nerves you baked him his favorite cookie for the trip there.

“Hey Eddie baby!” You greet with a smile as he gets out of the van while you turn to lock the door.

“Hey Dollface, you ready to go?” He stops halfway down your walkway as you start making your way over to him in your long flowy skirt and crop top.

“Yeah, are you?” You let him take you into his arms wrapping your own around his waist.

“Ready as I’ll ever be. You look real pretty today.” He places a kiss on the top of your head after he finishes speaking.

“You say that everyday.” You roll your eyes smiling into his chest before pushing away and giving him a little twirl. “You like it? Mom found a bunch of her old clothes from the sixties and seventies and gave them to me again. They’re all very Stevie Nicks.”

“You’d look pretty in a burlap sack Princess. Now come on, don’t wanna be late for gram's birthday do we?” He catches your hand and pulls you back to him, leading the way to the van. Eddie opens your door waiting till you’re safely inside before shutting it and rounding to his side.

“Oh, here I baked you this to help with your nerves.” You hand him the tupperware in your hand before he has a chance to start the van.

“Oatmeal raisin? Baby, you shouldn’t have. You wanna share with me while you tell me where to go?”

“Sure.”

You direct him to a country house in what seems to be the middle of nowhere. Your family had money, it’s something he’s known since the two of you met, but seeing this much property all for one family really puts into perspective just how much yours has. Before he can start driving up to it he stops the van and takes a few deep breaths. Maybe he’s a little more nervous than he thought he was because he’s hyperventilating and can’t get himself to drive the car any further.

“Eddie?” You had zoned out to the Metallica album playing through the stereo and hadn’t even realized the van had stopped until a few minutes had passed. “Oh my god Eddie! Are you okay?” 

He nods his head and croaks out a ‘fine’ not wanting you to worry even though he feels like the van is closing in around him. You know he’s lying though, Eddie doesn’t normally have panic attacks but every once in a while one will sneak up on him. You unbuckle yourself and open your door to get out.

“Alright hold on baby I’ll be right there okay?” You rush around to his door before opening it and leaning into the van to pry his white knuckled grip from the steering wheel. “I’m right here baby, let’s get you out of the van and into some fresh air okay?” As soon as you get him out of the car you sit him down on the gravel road leading up to the house and crouch in front of him. “You’re gonna get through this Eddie.” You bring his hands up to hold your face knowing that the physical touch will help him. 

“Breathe with me baby okay? In and out.” Eddie follows your lead of taking a deep breath in holding it for a few seconds before letting it out. The two of you do this a few times until his breathing is back to normal and his heart rate has slowed down. You smile as he calms down and place a kiss on his forehead. “I’m proud of you. Do you wanna talk about what caused it?”

“Just overwhelmed I guess. Now come on we gotta get you up there and stop blocking the road.” He stands up after shrugging and pulls you up with him.

“Eddie? Do you want to just go home? I can tell them all that I got sick so we weren’t able to make it.”

“You’ll be with me the whole time right?” You nod at him. “Then I’ll be fine. But, maybe you should drive up there in case I freeze again.”

“Okay.”

Eddie feels better almost immediately upon entering the house. You’re all smiles and refusing to let go of his hand as you lead him through the place looking for people. You find your parents first and your mom immediately pulls him into a hug and it’s suddenly like he never had a panic attack, her hugs were always healing in that sort of way. 

“Are there a lot of people in the kitchen right now?” You ask your dad knowing he’d give you an answer more honest than your mom because she was used to a lot of people.

“I’d start in the dining room, only Amy and her husband are in there.”

“Thanks.” Your hand goes back to its home wrapped up with Eddies before you head into the next room over. 

“Y/n! We’re so glad you could make it.” Your aunt pulls you into a hug as soon as you get close enough and you’re quick to embrace her back. “Is this the boyfriend we’ve been hearing so much about?”

“Yeah, Eddie this is my aunt Amy and that’s her husband Dave. This is my Eddie.”

“You’re getting a hug too c’mon.” Eddie hesitates but goes for the hug anyway. Once he separates from her Dave shakes his hand in greeting. “The kids are in the living room I think.” It’s like she read your mind with what your next question would be.

“Alright, I’ll find them after I’m done introducing Eddie to the others.”

Eddie meets five more aunts and their husbands two of which being your great aunts, and your uncle and aunt, who are twins, and their wife and husband. There were also all of the older cousins you had who were hanging around with the adults. All of them pull him into greeting hugs and it’s made clear to him why your love language has always seemed to be physical touch.

“C’mon let’s go find the kids, I’m pretty sure I know where they are.” You pull him through the house to a closed door where you can faintly hear children from the other side. “This used to be my playroom when I’d visit.” You quickly explain with a fond smile before opening the door. There’s five kids in the room of various ages it seems. Two girls are playing with dolls, one boy is playing solitaire in the corner, and another boy is chasing a giggling girl around the room.

“Y/n!” The smile that graces your face as the running girl sees you is bigger than any Eddie has ever seen and you drop his hand faster than you ever have in order to meet her in the middle and lift her into your arms.

“There’s my little vampire bat!” At the sound of your voice the other kids look over and the boy playing cards rushes over to you before anyone else can.

“Y/n, come see my game. I’m winning!” He grabs one of your hands and starts to pull you over to the table he was sitting at. You follow along easily adjusting the girl hanging on you so you can still have a grip on her with one arm. Eddie can’t help but smile as he watches you interact with your youngest cousins.

“Who are you?” His attention goes to the three sets of eyes staring up at him.

“I’m Eddie. Y/n’s boyfriend.” He quickly adds the last part after forgetting that they might not know that. The girls ooo and giggle a little bit at that. Eddie takes his hands out of his pockets and crouches to be closer to eye level to the kids in front of him. “Who are you guys?”

“I’m Cooper.”

“I’m Stacy and she’s Jenny. We’re sisters.”

“Pretty names for pretty girls.” He smiles at them and Jenny peeks out from behind her sister's back. “How old are you guys?”

“Twelve.”

“Eleven.” Cooper and Stacy speak at the same time and his eyes bounce back and forth between them before looking at little Jenny.

“I’m five.”

“What am I, lunch meat? Where’s my hellos?” You interrupt the group walking back over the other two children hot on your heels. You pull Stacy into your arms while looking over her head at Cooper. “You too old for a hug yet?” He shakes his head giving you a hug after Stacy parts from you. “Hey Bambi!” You lift Jenny into your arms and spin her around gaining her laughter. 

“Did you meet these guys then Eds?”

“Yeah.”

“Good. These two are Amelia and Ethan. They’re both eight.”

“Hey.” Eddie waves at them before straightening out.

“Kids, your grandma should be back soon, come out to surprise her!” One of your aunts yells through the house.

“Alright, come on guys.” Amelia grabs the hand that isn’t supporting Jenny on your side and you shoot a questioning look Eddie’s way making sure he doesn’t need it. He just smiles and gestures for you to lead the way out.

“Ladies first.” Stacy grabs Eddie’s hand on her way out following you and he follows behind her while making sure the boys are coming too.

“Do you like playing cards?” Ethan asks as he walks beside him.

“I don’t play much but yeah.”

“What about soccer?” Coop chimes in.

“Most I’ve ever done for soccer is pass a ball around. I’m not much into sports.”

“Well what are you into?”

“I play guitar a lot and I play Dungeons and Dragons with my friends when we can.”

“Are you in a band?” Stacy looks up at him in awe like he’s some famous musician.

“Yeah but we’re not all that popular yet.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know.” Everyone quiets down as you join the rest of the family and you can’t stop smiling at how the kids seem to like Eddie. You knew they would, he just has a way with children. And really you were closer to them than you were to most of your other cousins so it really mattered the most that they liked him and he liked them. 

At some point you must’ve lost Eddie. One moment he was next to you and you were getting deep into conversation with your aunt and the next he was gone. You weren’t sure how long he was gone but just assumed he left to go to the bathroom or something until about ten minutes had passed and he still wasn’t back yet.

“I’m gonna go find Eddie, make sure he’s not freaking out somewhere.”

“I think I saw him head that way with one of the kids.” Your aunt Beth points towards the front of the house in response.

“Thank you.” Knowing that he’s probably with the kids eases your worries. They probably just pulled him away to play rather than him disappearing to have a panic attack.

You make your way through the house and exit through the front door before you hear a giggle that can only be coming from Jenny. You walk down and around the porch to find Eddie and all the kids in the yard. 

He’s passing a ball between Cooper and Ethan while talking to Stacy who’s sitting out of the way. Amelia is hanging off of his back the way she normally would anyone who would let her. And he has shy little Jenny sitting on his hip talking away and he nods in acknowledgement in between looking up at the boys to kick the ball back to one of them and responding to whatever Stacy said.

You stop to watch the sight in front of you with a smile on your face. You had helped raise all of these guys so in a way you felt like they were also partially your kids. And it meant the world to you that Jenny was opening up to him, she barely even looked in the direction of newcomers, she was so shy. It’s why you started calling her Bambi. And she normally just sticks to you or her sister. You make a mental note to tell Eddie about that so he knows how much her being attached to him means.

“Y/n!” You cringe as Amelia yells your name in Eddie’s ear. Your lovely boyfriend doesn’t react negatively to it though, doesn’t even bat an eye as her voice probably ruptures his ear drums. He just looks towards you smiling and waves before quickly moving his free hand around his back to stop your cousin from jumping off of it too fast and hurting herself.

“Woah slow down Spidermonkey.”

“You seem like you’re having a good time.” You pick Amelia off of his back and help her climb around you to your own. 

“What can I say, I found my people.” The smile on his face, the pure joy in it, the way you know he feels at home with the kids, makes your love for them grow exponentially more than you ever thought it could. The fact that Eddie would probably be freaking out internally if they hadn’t dragged him off to play has you feeling so thankful that they did.

“You’re good with them.” You poke Jenny’s nose as you speak while Eddie stops the ball again and passes it over to Ethan.

“Good enough to have my own?” He sends a flirty smirk your way and wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh at him.

“Stick with me for another year and try again.”

“I’ll hold you to that, you know?”

“I know.”

Eddie Taglist(Closed): @sadbitchfangirl @notbeforelong @munsonswhore86 @navs-bhat @emotionaldreamer @magicalchocolatecheesecake @awesome-badass-cafeteria-sauce @fangirling-4-ever  @gaysludge @audhd-dragonaut @eddiethesexy​ @mazerunnerrose @tvserie-s-world @midnightsgetawaycar  @goldylions @venomsvl @spacedoutdaydreamer @livslifeonline @mushroomelephant @hb8301 @ginnupp @saramelaniemoon @kaylshunter @nojamsonmytoast @vintagehellfire @esoltis280 @cole22ann @spikedhe4rt @let-love-bleeds-red @siriuslysmoking @ladybug0095 @toobsessedsstuff @3rriberri @alana4610 @gretavanfleas @ficlibrary420 @literally-a-ferret @sparkletash @herejustforjj @aactuaaltraash @gloryekaterina @frogsdeservelovetoo @quixscentsposts @wormm-mom @eddiemuns0nl0ver

Everything Taglist: @matchamunson​ @bubsonnobx​ @practicalghost​ @katsukis1wife​ @crustyowos​ @yourfavdummy​ @protecteddiemunson4vr​ 

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #stranger things

[jungle-angel]

11. Fall baking

With Rhett Abbott

( its one of my favorite things to do! Baking is a huge part of my family especially things like apple /pear baked goods. Home made ice cream, meat pie, candied carrots and oatmeal products!)

BAAAAAABES!!!!! Ya had me at Rhett Abbott (lol)

Rhett was exhausted, even as he climbed over the paddock fence and back onto the grass. He wanted nothing more than to head up to the barn loft and go right to sleep in the hay, flopping right into it as he often did at night after the kids were all put to bed. Fall was always the hardest on the ranch and with it came more work to be done than during the summer.

It had been a hell of a morning. The kids had all been so excited since Halloween was right around the corner and they'd get to wear their costumes to school. The girls of course were no problem, but the boys? That was an entirely different story.

Tatum and Tanner had gotten really into watching Stranger Things on the weekends and both had wanted to go as Eddie for Halloween. You and Rhett saw absolutely no problem with this......until the rude awakening he had received that morning.

Usually Rhett got up about an hour after Royal did to go and help him with the cows, but Royal insisted that he try and get some sleep. Unfortunately, the two little ghouls had thought otherwise, both excited as ever to act out the part of Eddie Munson. Somehow they had gotten a hold of Rhett's old cassette player, hooked it up to the stereo system in the living room and proceeded to blast out "Master of Puppets", waking their father and you from your blissful sleep. Deep down Rhett was laughing, but still had given the boys an earful before you sent them and the girls off to school.

Back to the house he went, tired as hell, but surprised when the heavy smell of cinnamon, nutmeg and cloves reached his nose. "Darlin' you in here?" he called.

"Yep!" you called back.

Rhett entered the kitchen and sure enough, there you were, scooping something from a metal bowl onto a cookie sheet. "Whatcha got?" he asked. "Smells good."

"Pumpkin cookies," you told him. "A friend of mine gave me this recipe a while back and the kids will probably be hankering for something when they get home."

"Thank God they won't be home till three-thirty," Rhett chuckled.

"I hate to tell you babe," you said. "But it's a half day today and a three day weekend."

"Oh fuck me!" Rhett groaned, running his hands over his face.

"Well, I'd like to but unfortunately these have to go right in the oven," you laughed.

"I might just call Wes and see if he can bring'em on over to their place over on the Res," Rhett mused. "I mean, both sets of kids run around like a pack of wild coyotes anyways."

"Whatever you wanna do," you told him.

"What can it hurt?" Rhett said to you. "I mean, they'll wander till sunset and if they come home with cuts and bruises, then we fix it."

You shook your head and smiled as you finished your work before Rhett gave Wes a call to let him know that the kids could get off at his place and stay until dinner.

"Here, lemme help you," he said.

"You sure?"

"I've got nothin better to do today," Rhett said, his crooked little grin beginning to show. "The kids will be with Wes and Nora until dinner and all the critters have been taken care of."

"Alright, if you insist," you told him.

You were pleasantly surprised by how quick he was with everything, grabbing whatever spices you needed from the cabinet and sticking the cookie sheets in the oven before taking the others out to cool. "You sure they're supposed to look like that?" he asked. "They only look half done."

"They're supposed to look like that Rhett," you laughed.

You and him spent the better part of that late morning and into the afternoon in that kitchen, the heavy smells of cinnamon, nutmeg and all the smells of fall hanging about in the kitchen. Once the last of it had gone into the oven, you and Rhett stood by, his arms around yours as you leaned against the counters and him half asleep as he rested his head against your shoulder.

Rhett's head shot right up when the timer went off on the oven. You laughed a little, tapping against his arms as he let you loose long enough to get the last tray of cookies out of the oven. "If you wanna go upstairs and take a nap," you told him. "We've got plenty of time before Wes brings the little miscreants back."

"I might," Rhett said. "Care to join?"

"I wouldn't mind at all," you said, setting the tray on top of the stove and shutting everything off.

Up you went with your husband, the two of you practically falling into your bed before you curled into each other. Though fall came with all its hard work and heavy toil, you and Rhett never failed to find a moment of peace with each other.

#rhett abbott #outer range #rhett abbott x reader #rhett x reader prompts #outer range fall prompts

[stanweirdosalliance]

Jason Schwartzman on how he gained 50 pounds for Marie Antoinette

IGN: How did you gain weight when you're a vegetarian? Schwartzman: Well, you can't just eat hot dogs. You just eat everything you eat, but just much more. No cheese. I don't eat dairy or eggs or anything either.

IGN: Are you Vegan? Schwartzman: Basically, yeah. But, you can do it. I did it organically too. I tried not to eat any type of chemical -- just Uncle Eddie's Cookies. You can tell when you are eating something that's not going to help you stay thin. You know. When you are eating a thing made of flour full of chocolate chips, you know that, if you eat 15 to 20 of those a night, something's going to happen. So, an average day of eating, I would wake up and eat oatmeal and lots of pancakes and waffles with lots of syrup and then I'd have snacks. Every snack was a full meal. And dinner would be my biggest meal, which you're not supposed to have because it's close to bedtime. At around like 5:30 p.m. or 6:00 p.m., I would get Barbara's Fig Newtons -- organic fig newtons -- and I would eat 30 or 40 cookies a night and a jar of almond butter and put a scoop of almond butter on each cookie and drink a beer and watch a DVD. Then I'd go to dinner. So I would eat the whole box of cookies, the jar of almond butter and go to dinner which would be a calzone with soy cheese and a pizza and spaghetti and dessert there, and my own bread basket and wine. You get to a point where you don't feel sick eating that much food. Your stomach does stretch out. It was bizarre how much I could eat.

#jason schwartzman #Marie Antoinette #gained weight #schwartzman #interview

[morganbritton132]

Aah I just read the post where Steve opens up about being scared to Diane and I was wondering, did that moment change their relationship? Was that like a bonding moment? Did it help Steve realize Diane was just being nice the entire time?

Love your writing. Hope you have a great day!

Diane is like that coworker you have that you enjoy talking to right up until they throw out some wack ass opinion about something and pisses you off.

It is not that Steve hates Diane.

There were actually friends for a while after Steve and Eddie moved into the neighborhood. It’s just that once she learned about his epilepsy and head trauma, she started treating him like he’s delicate and it drives him crazy.

It makes Steve feel like he’s broken, and that mindset is a hole that he has spent years crawling out of. He doesn’t really appreciate being kicked back into it by her ugly Sketchers every time they talk to each other.

It makes him defensive when she’s around and in turn, he interprets everything she says as a dig at his character and his situation (She made him oatmeal cookies once. That’s an act of war), but I do think this conversation is a bonding moment.

It’s not going to fix everything.

Diane is still going to shove her foot straight into her mouth when they talk and Steve is still going to take offense to it because that’s just who they are, but she is someone in his corner and that is what he needs.

Steve has Eddie and Robin. He has Dustin. He has the whole party, but he can’t talk to them about how afraid he is. He feels so stupid and ashamed every time he even thinks about bring up how he’s afraid someone might hurt them to hurt him because they fought monsters.

There are many scarier things out there and they fought them with baseball bats and slingshots. Steve cannot admit to these people that the scariest thing he has ever faced was a letter in the mail.

He can’t do that but standing in Diane’s cotton candy pink kitchen, he allows himself to say it. To mean it. He stands in his slippers, with his unwashed hair, and he tells her what he’s been unable to tell anybody, “I’m afraid my friends are going to get hurt because of me and I don’t know how to protect them.”

He admits, “I’m afraid that Eddie’s going to start believing what everybody is saying and that he’ll hate me too, and I can’t – I can’t lose him.”

He admits, “I keep thinking about how my dad would get so angry when he was drunk and he’d break my stuff, and I was. I was so scared every time, but my mom would hold me and tell me that she’d never let anybody hurt me, and I just…I just want her to answer her phone.”

And she hugs him.

Diane is petite and slim. Her arms are thin but they squeeze tight, and she smiles like brown sugar and cinnamon, and Steve knows that he’s shaking when she promises, “I won’t let anybody hurt you, Steve.”

#I cried writing this one #I feel like we get a sad post every Monday #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[lizzybizzyzzz]

“How can a big guy like you even get so drunk?” She mutters jokingly in his ear. She kisses the lobe, laces their fingers together in Buck’s lap.

Buck huffs back half-heartedly. “Shit-ton of booze.”

They're sweet together. Really, they are. Natalia stands on her tip-toes to kiss Buck's cheek. She comes to have lunch with him at the station. They talk animatedly about the excitement of their lives. Buck bakes her favorite cookies every week, honey and oatmeal. They grocery shop together and spend mornings together and hike together.

Eddie only knows because Hen and Chimney pester and coo about it. Buck gets all red in the cheeks, a starry look in his eyes when he talks about her. The one that puts a bad taste in Eddie's mouth. Buck likes her, really likes her. It doesn't matter if he used to like Eddie because he chose Natalia. He does everything with Natalia. He talks about Natalia and is holding her hand- not Eddie's.

Even then, Eddie wonders if Natalia knows Buck.

or, buck tells eddie he had a crush on him

lizzybizzyzzz on AO3 | 3.1k completed

#eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie 911 #buddie fic #eddie diaz x evan buckley #911 on fox #buddie #911 fox #lizzybizzyzzz #evan buckley x eddie diaz

[chopper-witch]

Ritual 777: Dead Men Don’t Rape

Eddie Muson x female!reader; Jennifer’s Body!AU

Minors DNI. I will find and tell your parents or guardians.

Story title inspired by Ritual 777 by Temple Twins

Chapter title inspired by Dead Men Don’t Rape by 7 Year Bitch

I will have a full playlist soon. I swear. It’s almost done.

WC: 1,700+

Warnings: being really, really sick; attempted rape; reader you eat someone alive lmfao not sorry; you eat brains and a heart; something that could be considered fatphobia?; imo I underdescribed reader’s actions but y’all will be the judge of THAT; death (obviously), please do not read my shit if you can’t handle or shouldn’t be watching game of thrones/euphoria/etc.

A/N: This chapter has no Eddie in it at all (again). It deviates from Jennifer’s Body in several ways but it fits better to later plans. Finally, I have like,,, mad bad dyslexia so please forgive all mistakes I put this through grammarly and like regular spell check and did all the other techniques I was taught/

I also don’t really like this chapter, it feels incomplete despite from beginning to end it being all I want :(. 

Prior Chapter | Masterlist | Next Chapter

Do gods die? 

Demons?

You?

“I’ve got you.”

————

You don’t think you’ve ever been so sick in your life. 

Wednesday night blurs into Thursday blurs into Friday blurs into Saturday into Sunday. You have no idea if you did your homework or did that test in history or even made it to any of the council meetings or —

You’ve become ravenously hungry as well, but everything you eat or drink turns into the black sludge you vomited up before. 

With the little energy you have left on Sunday night, you go biking to the store almost twenty miles away as a last-ditch effort. They’re the only place in all of Roane County to have a watermelon slushie flavor and oatmeal chocolate chip cookies. The only thing you might, might be able to stomach.

“No offense, but you look like you’re dying,” the cashier says in a monotone voice. 

You take the bag from him and just stare into his eyes which are just as dead as yours likely look. “I had no idea, thank you.” 

“No problem. Have a goodnight.” 

You sigh and shake your head as you walk away. “Yeah, you too.” 

The door slides open and a man leaning against the wall stands up straight. He was there when you went in, smoking, and still there now. You’ve learned there is usually a man lingering outside convenience stores surrounded only by forests, smoking. Good place to linger without being told to leave, you figure.

The cigarette lands at your feet and you keep walking. 

“What’re you doing out here so late? Not safe for a girl like you.”

Oh, Christ. Just one day without shit being like a punishment from the universe, please.

You ignore him, placing the bag and slushie in your basket and getting started on unlocking your bike. 

“I could drive you home. Be safer. Just ask you do a little something for me.”

Why are some men so fucking gross? And why is this lock stuck?

Right. Denied Cherie’s offer to get you a new one. Should have taken her up on it. Then maybe the guy wouldn’t be two feet from you and instead, you would already be halfway through the lot.

You are beginning to mount your bike, leg swinging over it when a pair of hands grab your shoulders and yank you back. 

“I was trying to talk to you, bitch!”

Long lost is your balance as the bike goes crashing to the ground, the slushie splattering all over the pavement. The man has you poorly balanced on one leg as he continues to pull you backward.

Your eyes shut. 

At least there will be my side. At least there will be proof. At least maybe that damn cashier will run out. 

His grip tights on one shoulder, the other wrapping around your neck. 

You gasp. 

You thrash. Actually thrash this time. There are no drugs to keep you physically down.

There are also no drugs to keep you partially numb, sedated, help you hallucinate through this. 

“I’ve got you.”

“Get off of me!” 

The man goes flying. 

Through the air. 

And with a loud and sick crunch, his skull hits against the edge of the sign’s corner.

You turn. He’s lying nearly forty feet away like a rag doll on the ground. Your feet are bringing you closer despite the bile creeping up your throat begging you to stay away. But you get to him regardless, peering over his bleeding-out body.

“Hey, are you okay?” You stupidly ask. “I didn’t mean to—�� 

Your voice dies in your throat. 

Your mouth floods with saliva.

That ravenous hunger seems to have found its solution in the form of a cracked skull bleeding all over the pavement. 

You are leaning in and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Animalistic instincts are something you’ve understood but never comprehended, but this must be it. The feeling like there is a magnet yanking your mouth to the mess of blood on the ground in front of you, no thoughts guiding it there, just the pull. The weight.

There is a beat barely an inch above the pooling mess. A thought holds you back, a moment of hesitation. 

A moment of humanity.

Just a taste. That’s all.

Just one, tiny, itty bitty, little…

It’s sweeter than you imagined. Blood always had a metallic, tangy taste when you got a paper cut and stuck your finger in your mouth to calm it. It’s supposed to be tangy like that. Iron and all that jazz.

This is like honey on peaches. Sweet, a fruity kind of savory. 

You go back for another taste. 

“Get off of me!” The man gurgles, eyes barely blinking conscious for a second.

You pull back. Your head tilts as your eyes stare into his. 

He screams. 

And you go straight for his neck. 

Who cares when this guy tried to assault a teenage girl? 

Who cares when his fear flows into you, pumping the energy you’ve been missing into your veins, his blood and flesh? 

Who cares when a surge of power like you’ve never felt burns in your veins?

It must be the adrenaline or the cortisol or something that is making him slowly taste sweeter as his blood surges out even more. Fear hormones flooding his body, his blood, making it all the more delightful for you. 

All of this for you. 

Every ounce of fat ends spit out, an ever-growing pile of human fat now next to where his mutilated corpse lies. Organs are devoured at almost lightning speed and muscle? 

You don’t know how the cashier hasn’t walked into the scene with how much you are savoring the muscles. 

Stringy here and there, sure. Underdeveloped in some places, sure. But so full of... 

protein. 

What lies last is his heart, his lungs, his liver, and his absolute eviscerated brain. the lungs and liver you haven’t dared touch, one sniff and you knew they were bad. 

The brain is practically begging to be eaten. Already ground up for you, skull cracked open like a bowl. 

The first piece is... mushy. Wet. Tempting to spit out on texture alone. 

But the taste?

It tastes like heaven. What was that in your psychology class again? Neuro... neurotransmitters? They must have lit his brain up with fear when he died, when he saw you above him, and flooded him with the most delicious flavoring you have ever tasted in your life. 

So you slurp it all down, even scrape the edges of the skull and the concrete to make sure to brain matter is left uneaten. 

The heart. 

It disconnects easily, seeing as pretty much everything else around it but some muscle and connective tissue is gone. 

You hold his heart up to the light.. You’ve never seen one in real life, just the fake one in bio class. And a pig one, in bio class. For a muscle, it’s awfully gummy feeling. Not quite as stringy.

Your teeth sink into it with trepidation. 

It’s… chewy, sticky, 

perfect.

One small bite turns into two normal ones turns into three large ones until you are savagely shoving the muscle down your throat as fast as you can. 

The cashier impressively never comes out still. 

The world sings when you open your eyes again. 

Glows brighter than before. The parking lot lights are surrounded by a brilliant halo. The neon store sign pulses like it’s alive.

Something sings in the distance. Angelic in quality but completely indistinguishable. 

It’s so beautiful. 

Gentle. 

Fragile.

There’s still the shredded carcass of a man to your left, complete with a pile of fat and a lake of blood. 

The river is just over the road and down another a half-mile. A few weeks in there and it will just be an accident of some kind, consumed by animals.

No. No. 

Someone needs to see this. See what you did to this man. This man who tried to hurt you. 

Maybe the store employee when the store closes in twenty minutes or so. Then the cops. Then the local news. 

Then maybe regional and if it gains enough traction, national. 

That… that feels better. Feels right. 

Your hands search for his wallet. Someone needs to be able to identify this man who is no more than a shattered skeleton and pile of ground human at this point. 

Frank York. East Hawkins. 57. 

“You were a real asshole, Frank York.”

You snap the wallet close but keep the ID outside of it. Then you place both roughly where his heart should be. Easier to identify the mess that has become his body.

The blood wipes off fairly easily from your skin and onto wherever it isn’t on your clothes but the color still remains. Blood stains aren’t just for clothes, you suppose. Blood red looks good on your skin. Like it’s meant to match, destined to be sticking to you. 

You settle on your bike, ready to ride home through the woods instead of on the main roads. It’s not Halloween anymore. Looking like Carrie on a random Sunday will raise at least a little suspicion.

But wait. He has more to give, surely. 

You pick it back up, take the money (which is only a few dollars ultimately) out with your mostly blood-free hands, and place it back on top of him. He’s dead. It’s not like he’s gonna need it. 

Right?

Of course, you get called back one last time. Right about to mount your bike, something just drags you back.

Your finger swipes into a small pool of blood and you lean over where his ID is, carefully crossing out his name with the now quickly congealing substance.

Dead men don’t rape, but they do provide potentially a lucrative form of making money and an unbelievable rush of power. 

————

Freshly cleaned from the blood stains and sitting on your bed, you stare at the clothing gripped in your hands.

You should feel some kind of… emotion. Sadness. Anger. Concern. Anything. You should be having a Lady Macbeth moment. A moment so dramatic that the English teacher has to literally tell Cherie to get off the floor before she sends her to the office. 

Again.

Out damned spot, out I say! You should be shouting as you fall to the ground and rub your hands raw, Mrs. Jenkins telling you you can get up now, that’s enough. And you should be getting up with tears in your eyes after ten more minutes, acting like going is some great offense to your pain.

But you just feel…

Content. 

Peaceful.

Satiated. 

Yes, that’s it. Satiated. 

Instead of throwing the jumpsuit and jacket out as you should, or even burning them, you toss them into a box with some of the awards you’ve gotten over the years. 

The clothes settle nicely between a handful of perfect attendance awards from elementary and some academic honors whatever you got freshman year. 

First kill award!

Then you settle into bed, drifting off to a peaceful sleep for the first time in nearly a week. 

————

Prior Chapter | Masterlist | Next Chapter

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson imagine #ritual 777 #jennifers body au #rape tw #tw rape #tw attempted rape #tw murder #murder tw #murder #rape

[hammity-hammer]

okay hi ik i posted a thing like two months ago about baker!steve and hair dresser!eddie, and i started writing something about it and gave up BUT ! i have made something? idk if it's good and please roast me if it's not tbh, but !

here is my first work of fanfiction since i was like 12 years old😎

also! it's 1.4k words ! and just some intro fluff things :p

---

Steve had been working at the bakery for a few months, and eventually noticed that he seemed to be seeing the same eccentric looking metalhead every week. He’d brought him up briefly to Robin, who never seemed to work the same shift as him when the mysterious man came in, and she was convinced that he had to have some kind of crush on Steve. That however, was just ludicrous as they lived in Hawkins, Indiana, where even the most progressive people still couldn’t understand how queer people existed. It was crazy enough that he (with Robin’s help, of course) had realized he could be- bisexual? Was that the right word? He never could remember, but that didn’t matter much, he just knew that him liking both men and women, and being best friends with Robin, who liked exclusively women, was probably just about as lucky as he was going to get on the queer-front. He obviously had hoped that the strange man that only ever bought one oatmeal raisin cookie, and if he was early enough, a blueberry muffin, could be into him, but it was just too impractical. He’d keep going on his boring dates with pretty, perfect straight girls, and keep his wishful thinking to himself.

What he hadn’t anticipated was getting let down almost every single time the little bell on the door rang and it wasn’t oatmeal raisin man. He’d spent most Tuesdays like that, though, which was honestly kind of embarrassing. They’d interacted for maybe ten minutes max on the days that he got to see him, and he still was too shy to ask for his name. Obviously, oatmeal raisin man knew his name, because he had to wear a name tag over his apron, so every time, without fail, he would rest his forearms on the counter and let out a cheeky, “Crazy to see you here, Stevie!” And every time, Steve would try to sound like this wasn’t the best part of his day when he said, “I’m always here, it’s almost like this is my job.” He’d go straight to the display case that had cookies waiting to be grabbed, and pick out the best looking cookie he could. He would’ve set a cookie aside for the man, but he knew that if his boss saw him setting aside cookies for random customers, she’d probably get annoyed with him for “wasting food”.

On this particular Tuesday, though, it was getting pretty close to their closing time, and Steve hadn’t seen oatmeal raisin man all day. He tried not to get too sad though, because he and Robin had plans to stay in and watch movies tonight, and he definitely did not need her getting on his case about his little crush. He had about thirty minutes to kill before he had to start closing, so he was in the back cleaning off the table he’d been using to practice his cake decorating. He wasn’t allowed to actually frost any cakes yet, but his boss had let him use some of their less popular frosting colors to practice making flowers and writing words. He was in the middle of wiping off the table when the bell in the front rang, so he threw away the wipe and went to wash his hands.

“One second please, I’ll be right out!” He shouted, hoping whoever was in the front was able to hear him. He dried his hands and rushed out of the door, trying to look like he wasn’t too excited when the person he saw was exactly who he’d been waiting for all day.

“Stevie, I was worried I’d miss you today!” Oatmeal raisin man said while raising his hands up excitedly. He had the cutest grin on his face, and Steve felt his heart melt just a little bit. Had he really been waiting to see him all day? It was probably just him trying to be personable, he couldn’t possibly have been just as excited as Steve was to see him.

He took a second to look the other man over, noticing that his long hair was kept up in a bun today, with little curls hanging out to frame his face. Usually he’d wear his hair down, having at least one hand twirling a curl while he talked. He also didn’t seem to have as many rings on as usual, not that Steve had been keeping track of his rings or anything, and he wasn’t wearing his leather bracelet. God, Steve really needed to not stare at his hands so much, normal people didn’t just stare at their customers hands every time they saw them. Normal people also probably weren’t as interested in the way oatmeal raisin man’s shirt sleeves cuffed his arms perfectly, or the way that the bottom of his shirt rode up a little around his stomach, showing off some of his extremely pale skin. Steve stood there for what was probably too long, staring at him, before realizing he should definitely have responded to what the man had said.

“Oh- No, I definitely work all day on Tuesdays, and Wednesdays, and Thursdays, and basically like every day we’re open. They kind of have me working just about as much as they can since one of my old coworkers quit, since I’m one of the only people not still in high school and I don’t really have anything else to do, besides babysit these stupid highschoolers I’m friends with-“ He started rambling, a light flush on his cheeks while he started counting on his fingers all of the reasons he would most definitely be there, leaving out that seeing oatmeal raisin man was reason number one. “But you definitely are not here to listen to me talk about how ridiculously boring and lame my life is, I’m so sorry, did you want your usual?” He asked, running a hand through his hair and trying to seem more nonchalant.

“Actually, I was thinking that today I might see what you recommend, Stevie boy. What’s your favorite dessert here?” Oatmeal raisin man asked while he crossed his arms, one hand coming up to play with a curl. He tilted his head slightly, batting his eyelashes as Steve stood there, his mouth slightly open.

“Ummm… I’m not really big on sweets if I’m gonna be completely honest with you, but I think our chocolate chip cookies are good? I made the ones that are out today, so it’s honestly probably fifty-fifty, there’s a reason I’m usually in the front helping customers.” Steve explained, the hand that was in his hair moving to scratch the back of his neck as he gave a half shrug. He moved to the case with cookies, and pulled out a pretty chocolate filled cookie. He placed it into one of the little brown bags that they had, and slid it over the counter to oatmeal raisin man.

“Oh? They just leave you and your pretty face out here all by yourself?” Oatmeal raisin man joked, his eyes never leaving Steve as he moved to stand back in front of him. He moved to pull his wallet from his back pocket, flipping it open and taking out a five dollar bill. When he held his hand with the money out to Steve, it was pushed back to him as Steve’s fingers curled around his own.

“I mean, I don’t think it’s too lonely when I get to see you.” Steve said, winking when a light blush dusted Oatmeal Raisin Man’s cheeks. “By the way,” he continued, “I don’t think I’ve ever been told your name? And I mean, if you don’t want to tell me you totally don’t have to, but like sometimes I tell my best friend about you and I never get to use your name-“ Steve started, his eyes widening when he realized that he’d totally just admitted to talking about Oatmeal Raisin Man to other people.

“I mean- I totally don’t tell my best friend about you and I totally did not mean to say that, I’m like, way cool and like, totally chill.” Nice save, Steve. Real nice. He grimaces to himself and runs his hand through his hair, yet again, trying to school the bright red blush that’s got to be apparent on his cheeks.

Oatmeal Raisin Man grins, lighting up his whole face, “Stevie, sweetheart, you tell your friends about me? That makes me feel so much better about torturing my party every week with a new story about seeing you. And, it’s Eddie, by the way. Eddie Munson, but you can call me whatever you’d like.” Eddie gives Steve a wink, placing his five dollar bill that was returned into the tip jar by the cash register instead.

---

thank you so much for reading !! i wanna continue this but idk ! i probs will and ik eddie didn't mention hairstylist things so i guess i have to continue it??? who knows !

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #baker!steve #hair dresser!eddie #eddie likes oatmeal raisin bc i like oatmeal raisin #steve rants like robin bc bestie vibes #and yes ik i made robin help steve w his bi awakening but i wrote that part before all the steve is a hardcore ally who figured it out #on his own agenda #ham writes !

[munson-blurbs]

TUI 8

Wayne brushes the crumbs off of his lap, calloused hands scratching the worn denim of his jeans. There's a twinkle in his eye as he adds, "I wonder what Ms. Sweetheart's favorite balloon is." Wayne you rapscallion you. 😏

“Ask her on one date, and see where it goes.” He really wants his boy to be happy 😭

"You okay?" he asks with a nervous chuckle. Cause it kinda sounds like you're crying."

"M fine. Just, um, chopping onions," you lie, hoping you've done a convincing job.

"For the applesauce you're making?" Ugh Edward, why do you have to be so cute and not let Ms. Sweetheart wallow in self pity. 😭

When my grandma lived with us, she watched Law & Order (along with other detective shows) every day! I definitely felt my emotions when I read that part.

"I know it's not the same as making applesauce with your grandma, but I've never been sad eating an Oreo. An oatmeal raisin cookie, maybe. But not an Oreo."

Grandma's taken a seat next to the boy, handing him a cookie before taking her own. She just nibbles on it in silence, but it's the most present she's been in days.💚

Fly Me To The Moon 💕🙌🏼

OKAY BUT EDDIE SINGING ALONG TO FRANK???😍

You're not sure how long the two of you remain linked like this, joined hands swaying ever-so-slightly as Fly Me to the Moon fades out to I Wish You Love. It's somewhere between ten seconds and ten years, because time seemingly slows to a halt.

It's you, him, and Harris. Sitting on the sofa and watching a holiday movie. An unconventional little family, but a family all the same.😍🥰💚🥹😭

AHHHHHHH I AM OBSESSED AND A TINY BIT SCARED FOR MORE ANGST TO POP UP!😂 I loved this chapter, Wayne being the mac daddy that he is and trying to convince Eddie to just be happy, Harris calling Ms. Sweetheart, Eddie & Harris coming to save the day, Eddie playing the music for Grandma, HIM NOT BEING ABLE TO HOLD BACK AND TELL HER HOW HE FEELS. 😭😚🤌🏼 Absolute perfection as always!!! Love you and this amazing story!!🥰💚😍

What is it with grandmas and detective shows? Mine loved them (and also Animal Planet, which made an appearance in an earlier chapter, I believe). I'm glad other people can relate to that, too!

I would pay an exorbitant amount of money to have Eddie sing Frank Sinatra to me.

Also, I will only be referring Wayne as "Mac Daddy Wayne" from now on, and I expect everyone else to do the same.

Love you, B!

#answered

[chaoticgremlinwholikescheese]

3 AM Cookies

AO3 LINK

Hurt/Comfort

Angst

Hurt Evan "Buck" Buckley

3 am cookie making

very dialogue heavy

Drabble

One thing people know about the Diaz family is that they are notoriously heavy sleepers. Eddie and Chris could sleep through a tornado. Actually, according to Eddie, they once genuinely slept through a tornado while staying in Texas with his family. So yeah, the two of them sleep like logs. One advantage of this is that Buck can wander around the Diaz house at night without worrying about waking them up. Hell, he could probably blast music at full volume and they'd be unaffected.

Even so, Buck is careful to stop the microwave before it beeps. He pulls out the melted butter, gently pouring it into the mixing bowl on the counter. He's working on a batch of chocolate chip cookies. The last of the snickerdoodles are in the oven, and the oatmeal cookies Eddie likes are on the cooling rack. It's a lot of cookies. He'll bring some into the station for their next shift. Besides, you can never really have too many cookies, right?

"Hey."

Buck turns to face Eddie. His hair is all over the place. He wipes some sleep from his eyes before walking over to see what Buck's doing. Eddie can't help but smile at Buck when he sees the man with flour all over his face and shirt. Buck's always been a messy cook, much to Bobby's chagrin.

"Dare I ask why you are making cookies at-" he looks at his watch. "-Three in the morning?"

"Because. What are you doing up anyway?"

"Got up to get some water. Came in and found you going on a baking spree."

"Do you want an oatmeal cookie? Fresh out of the oven."

Eddie gladly grabs one and bites into it. He comes over and lays his head on Buck's shoulder. Buck is measuring out some flour, scraping the excess off with the dull end of a knife.

"Once you finish this, you should get some sleep. Chris wants us to take him to see a space exhibit tomorrow." Buck hums in response. "You know, you never really answered my question about why you're baking in the middle of the night."

"Can't sleep. I'm going to be up anyway, might as well do something productive." Buck laughs, but his heart isn't in it. He always uses humor to deflect from whatever is bothering him. Eddie knows Buck better than anyone. He can tell when something is wrong. Even if he didn't know Buck as well as he does, him making cookies at 3 AM is a good sign that something might be off.

#911 #911 fic #buddie