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word-wytch · 4 months

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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.

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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! ✨

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

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lamardeuse · 11 months

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A little while ago @skyhighrollins911 said that she would be up for doing fic headers on commission and I was like YES PLEASE and rolled up with my little red wagon shoving my stories in her face begging PLEASE LIKE THIS ONE AND MAYBE THIS ONE. :D This is the first of two she has kindly agreed to create for me, for my story We’d be so grand at the game, and it is - I just - I mean, picture me making high-pitched dolphin noises at this forfuckingever, ‘k? THEIR FAAACES! The way she incorporated the visuals of some of my favourite locations in the story, and the warm romantic glow of the whole thing that mirrors the happy glow in my heart is simply perfection <3 She truly is one of the most gifted artists in 911 fandom and we are so lucky to have her sharing her talent with us.

And in honour of Pride month, have a bit of Billie Holiday singing the Cole Porter tune referenced in the title.

#my stuff #amazing art #911 #buddie #dlaksjfhalskdjfhasdlkjhsdf #SO PERFECT #LOOK AT THEIR FACESSSSSSS

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lovelybunn · 2 years

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𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧/𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲

warning(s): none

author's note: most of these make no sense but idgaf

𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡

childish gambino (IM TELLIN YOU, LEEEEEET MEEEE INNNNTO YOUR HEAAAAAART)

thundercat (i'm sitting here with a black hole in my chest. a heartless, broken mess)

frank ocean (i feel like he has slowed danced with kyle to "pink + white")

steve lacy (he most definitely sung one of this guy's songs for wendy)

nirvana

yung gravy

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𝐤𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐢

billy idol (eyes without a face, got no human race, you're eyes without a faaace)

hall & oates (you're out of touch, i'm out of time–)

tears for fears

tame impala

empire of the sun (i want to sob everytime i hear "walking on a dream")

harry styles (you know it's not the same as it was..)

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𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐧

lady gaga (you knew i was gonna put this here, don't act like you didn't.)

kanye west (they're both narcissists, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

gwen stefani

shakira

katy perry

britney spears

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𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐦𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐤

the smiths (his curse reminds me of "bigmouth strikes again")

the garden (i saw an edit of dywane hoover with the song "thy mission" and i'm still living with this post.)

bryson tiller

tyler the creator

mgmt (picture kenny using a bong to "electric feel")

gorillaz (kenny skating to "dare"... YESSS)

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𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐡

mac demarco

her's

yot club (i feel like i care too much, when no one's at home for me...)

strawberry guy (i was listening to "without you" as i added this)

jack stauber (autism.)

bôa

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𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤

tv girl (are you sick of me? would you like to be?)

cafuné ("iiiiii waaaatch the mooooon~ let it run my mood, can't stop thinking ooof yooooou~")

strawberry guy

kittie

slipknot (it's surprising, isn't it?)

paramore

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𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐠 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫

ro james (HEAR ME OUT, maybe a lil of his inner man whore comes out when ro plays...)

kendrick lamar (token played one song by kendrick and now he won't stop playing his music)

daft punk (S P A C E)

deftones (imagine him and tweek stargazing while "sextape" plays in the background...)

cigarettes after sex

the neighborhood

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𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫

black pink (her fav song is pretty savage)

twice (momo and nayeon are her biases)

everglow (watch/listen to this, it will be so worth it, i promise)

sza

summer walker (don't fuck with wendy testaburger.)

doja cat (remember when doja did the splits on beat? yeah, that's my girl right here.)

ㅤ

𝐛𝐞𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬

tinashe (she streams the album "333" religiously)

taylor swift (#blondessupportingblondes)

britney spears (her inner slut comes out when britney plays)

ariana grande

rihanna

chlöe

ㅤ

𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐝𝐢 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫

men i trust (innocent bbygrl)

clairo (it's giving lesbian but idc)

lana del rey

melanie martinez

mitski (nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody)

red velvet (she knows the whole choreo to "bad boy" by heart)

#south park #south park hcs #south park headcanons #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #kenny mccormick #butters scotch #tweek tweak #craig tucker #wendy testaburger #bebe stevens #heidi turner #music #kpop #hip hop #rock

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bulletflips · 10 months

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Trump bursts into Flippa's room with a loud groan.

"FLIPPAAAAAAAAA" he whines, flopping onto her bed. "I'm trying to read a really hard grownup book and my hair keeps getting in my faaace."

Flippa squeaks in surprise and shifts her position to make room. She lets out a little giggle as she puts her own book down.

"I th-think you c-can f-fix your ha-hair, you know?" She bends over her bed to reach her cabinet drawer, taking out a hairbrush. "A-And what book? C-Could I h-he-help in any way?"

#letters to someone #signed casings #here for you now

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jennyandvastraflint · 4 months

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Xena Reactions S1Ep18!

Awww, Gabrielle makes music! She's such talent, I want to cherish her

DID THE HORSE CRITICISE HER

Wow! Bunch of rocks

ORPHEUS!!! Moves rocks with music

Urgh, bandits or something

They wanna squish them

XENA BEATS PEOPLE UPPPP

INNNN THE NUTS, Yes Gabrielle!!!

IN HIS FAAACE

Uh oh

omfg she saves her wifey

DID SHE JUST KNOCK HER DOWN

Awwwww... Poor Gabrielle

Is she having trauma...

Poor Gabrielle. I want to snuggle her

"No, I mean, I can't go with you" NOOOO

"I can't expect you to always be there for me" 😭

"I can't help you with this" 😢💔

NOOOO... THEY GO SEPARATE WAYS :(

XENA LOOKS HEARTBROKEN!

IS THIS A GABRIELLE CENTRIC EP, YAYYY

I love herrrr

Aw is he not giving her a ride :(

Why won't they take her with them >:o

"You son of a-"

Aww... The village was raided

Run girl runnn

That castle looks... Interesting XD

And empty

He just fell over. Drunk.

AHAHAHAA THEY BOTH FELL

Oh wow. That's some pent up emotions

"I'm fit now" No you're not...

Oh ffs... Don't rely on That GUY to help you

Oh well. They ran.

PFTTT THEY PUPPETED HIM

Please the number just getting higher

Gabrielle just trying to shake the old man awake

"I'm well aware of my surroundings. Where am I?"

Ah he's got PTSD and self-medicates with alcohol...

"What will I drink?" SLOSH WATER

They all just stood there with branches shfhsh

Gabrielle's TRACKING skillzzz

Oh no they captured Gabrielle

Philosophy!

*YEET*

The guards are like 👀👀

THONK, KO

Love all the traps Gabrielle comes up with

And he's reluctant because he didn't actually do anything and Gabrielle did so much more

Aww, sisterssss being sweet

Gabrielle is so in love with Xenaaa XD

Aw, huggies

He's gone isn't he

Oh yea. He's double crossed them to get more money

"But we have a warrior" 😌

HEHE THROW POTATS

Okay I love this. It's so campy XD

Like. This is pure camp. DONG

Holy shit he just pierced THREE men

Always the nuts, hu

YYESSS Gabrielle!

Why take off helmet? Bit silly

Of course. The sand

Ooooop, pierced by his own sword

I suppose he's taught the villagers to defend themselves

"Your heart belongs on the road" with Xena. Yup.

"You belong out there in the world. With Xena." AAAAHAHA, I SAID JUST THAT 🏳️‍🌈

Gabrielle on her way back. I'm waiting for Xena to be all "I totally didn't miss you"

"your well-muscled friend"

Holy shit she really just jumped that

Aaaand Xena

"It's kind of funny that we should run into each other here"

"It was alright" "Alright? Well, I can teach it to ya" Hehe, lesbianism. Lovely

#v watches xena #xena warrior princess #xena and gabrielle

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chronicparagon · 16 days

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✊ from Hal

SEND ✊ for your muse to punch out someone that was harassing my muse

"Come on! Give me a chance, lady!"

"For the last time! I said no!" Harmony answers coldly. Dark brows arch closer together as she glares at the man who followed her down the sidewalk. He hasn't left her alone since he first saw her working at the clinic. She was polite with him at first. She was soft spoken and kind the first few days, but with his persistence and even demands for a date, her patient wore thin.

"I also told you that I'm married! Happily married! You see this?!"

The ruby embraced by two black diamonds on a white gold band sparkle in the sunlight when she holds her hand out. "I didn't think it could get more obvious than that."

"Pfft, really?" The man asks and he shakes his head. "You're sure you weren't made to do that? You work in the clinic with your hubby. I saw him many times and he's freaky as fuck!" He tilts his head back and his hand brushes the raven locks from his face as he continues to speak. "He looks like he's straight from a slasher flick. He's a real monster! Don't know how the hell he got someone like you unless he threatened you."

"Why, you little-" Harmony lunges at the one who is trying (and failing) to woo her. "My husband is not a monster! He's a human being, a doctor, a wonderful father, and an all-star life partner! He's a far better man than a cocky, entitled prick like you! You have a lot of nerve saying that to my face!"

"Heh! Chill out, girly! I'm just speaking the truth. I had my eye on you for some time and I think I'm the charming prince that you are waiting for! I can whisk you away from the beast and make you have the time of your life. Just give me a chance!" Lips curve into a smile and while it is attractive to others, it just made Harmony want to punch him.

However, that is not necessary.

Her one true love has seen it all and he is not happy. No, he is not happy at all!

That becomes apparent when Halsten looms over the egotistical bachelor. Harmony sighs in relief and smiles. "Hello, my dear. I was just waiting for you. This...erm, gentleman doesn't take no for an answer." Normally, Harmony is against violence but in this case, she is not going to stop Halsten from teaching the other male a lesson.

With that, the unfortunate soul was greeted with a punch in the face. His features marred by the syringes revealed from Halsten's prosthetic hand. "Aah! The fuck?! You fucked up my face! MY FACE! My FAAACE!" He shrieks in pure horror with tears streaming down his face.

But he will quickly find that punch will be the very least of worries. Halsten is far from finished in showing that Harmony is not only uninterested, but she is with him alone.

And his wife is not going to stop him this time.

@skullboysfinale

#skullboysfinale #answered #thank you!!

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