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sashaforthewin · 2 months

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Multi-chapter fic on Ao3

Steve had been enjoying a nice relaxing lounge by the pool despite it being night. He had his hearing aid off and his fruity drink and a romance novel Robin had let him borrow. He was determined to have a good time despite the circumstances.

Someone tapped his foot, scaring the crap out of Steve and making him drop his book and nearly knock over his drink.

It was a fellow cruise passenger and he was saying something. Steve turned his hearing aid back on.

“Sorry, what?”

“I asked why you were out here instead of at the concert,” repeated the man with a smile.

“Oh, um. I’m not actually a fan of metal music. It gives me headaches if I listen to more than one or two songs in a row,” Steve admitted sheepishly.

This stranger was still clearly a metal head, but he looked significantly less scary than most of the ones he had seen so far that day. Everyone Steve met had been nice, but Steve hadn’t felt comfortable telling anyone he wasn’t a fan until now. Maybe because it was just the two of them out here and he was smiling so cutely.

“Not a metal fan? Well damn, not to critique your life choices, but I think maybe going on a metal cruise wasn’t an ideal choice for you? I’m Eddie, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Steve.”

There were plenty of deck lounges around, all empty, but Eddie sat down on Steve’s right next to his legs.

“Steve. So Steve, why are you on a metal cruise when you don’t like metal? These tickets were not exactly cheap and there’s no way you missed the theme, it was pretty clearly advertised,” Eddie asked teasingly.

Steve looked Eddie over, noting that he was actually pretty cute. Pretty eyes, nice full lips, dimples, and he was that type of lanky Steve was drawn to. He had good skin and his hair had some volume and texture to it, Steve could work with that. Bit of a fixer-upper, but a better starting point than most of the men that had flirted with him since his last failed relationship. He also had the vibe, so Steve decided this guy would be fine to open up to.

“Well, Eddie, I bought this ticket for my dear friend Dustin for his birthday, but then the little shit went and outed me to my parents. Accidentally, of course, and he feels like shit about it. But still, that got me kicked out of my home so maybe I’m being petty but I decided he shouldn’t get to go on this cruise after all. I forgive him, it really was an accident, but still, gotta teach him a lesson.” Steve shrugged. “And I would’ve gotten the ticket refunded but the money would’ve gone back to my parents and they clearly don’t deserve to get anything back from me. So, instead of trying to figure out how to sell a ticket to a very niche interest cruise, I figured I deserved to just come and treat myself for four days before I have to go back to living in my ex-girlfriend’s basement. It’s actually pretty nice to have the ship to myself while all you guys are in there shaking your heads to loud music.” Steve gestured to the pool and the drink.

“Ex- girl friend’s basement?” Eddie asked.

“Shut up, I’m bi.” Steve smacked Eddie on the arm with his book.

Eddie grabbed the book and looked at it as he replied, “Hey, just checking to make sure I’m not barking up the wrong tree.”

“Oh? Is that what you’re doing, barking up my tree?” Steve said, playfully.

“If you’ll let me,” Eddie flirted back.

“So how come you’re not in the show right now?” Steve asked, gently stealing his book back from Eddie’s grasp.

“Oh, I’m touring with those guys right now, I have heard them play the same set like fifteen times already. I’d much rather be out here getting to chat with you. You know you’re beautiful, right? How come you don’t live with your boyfriend? Or girlfriend?” Eddie asked, quite obvious in his fishing for information.

“I’m single and yes, I do know I’m beautiful, but I still like hearing it. Are you like a roadie or something?”

“Actually,” Eddie said, “I’m the lead guitarist in the headlining band. We play tomorrow night. Can I buy you another drink? Maybe dinner?”

“The, uh, the bill goes to our cabins,” Steve answered, too shocked that an apparently famous musician was asking him out to respond appropriately.

“Baby, I’ll put your entire tab on my cabin if you’ll let me. You are the most beautiful, and dare I say cleanest man on this entire boat. Metal heads are great, but they aren’t really my type.”

Steve takes a sip of his cold drink just to make sure he’s not fallen asleep and dreaming. The ocean is calm and the moon is full and he is most definitely awake.

“And what is your type?” Steve asked.

“Handsome men with soft hands who will let me pamper them,” Eddie said, picking up Steve’s hand and feeling his lack of calluses. He placed a kiss onto each finger tip. “These hands aren’t meant for labor, let me spoil you rotten.”

Well, Steve reasoned, even if this ended up being just a weekend fling, it was going to be worth the price of admission.

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eddiemunson-mylove · 10 months

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Always Have, Always Will

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Things don't go to plan when you finally confess your feelings to your best friend Eddie

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Angst with happy ending | Nothing else really

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1.8K

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Four solid taps to the screen door with the palm of your hand was enough for Eddie to call from his room, “I’m in here!” Rolling your eyes at his lack of safeguarding, you swung the door open and let it slam behind you as you toed yourself out of your shoes, leaving them by the door. With one final deep breath you padded down to his room, replacing your look of dread with a rehearsed smile.

You found him as you usually would. Sat on the bottom corner of his bed furthest from the door, facing away and resting his arm atop an acoustic guitar, his pen and pad strewn hastily next to him in the event of any new material for the band. His hair was sitting low on his shoulders in a bun that you were sure was about to unravel (usually at the case of his hair band snapping at the struggle to contain it all) and his tank top was so low cut at the sides, you wondered why he bothered to wear a shirt at all.

“Hey sweets” he chirps, always the first to break the silence. You return your best ‘hello’ before joining him at the foot of his bed, hands curled in your lap as the two of you settle into a silence as he aimlessly strums at the strings. What would normally be a moment shared that you’d cherish, it quickly became suffocating as you allowed your mind to swirl at all the possibilities and outcomes of this visit. To Eddie, you were simply a best friend that had come over to spend time with him after not having seen him for a few days longer than usual. But to you… this could be the end of everything that you held dear to you.

The very thought that after today Eddie could potentially no longer be a part of your life pained you to your core. Physically pained you in a way that could not be expressed in words. Almost enough for you to forget the whole ordeal and settle for the what ifs. But you had made a promise to yourself, and to Robin, that it was necessary for you to allow yourself that one possibility. That single chance that would result in Eddie feeling the same way. Have him leaping into your arms screaming hallelujah as the credits roll on a happy ending. Slightly getting ahead of yourself there…

You let yourself lay back onto his bed, resting your head and closing your eyes to just bask in the sound of Eddie’s light strumming and the wildlife from the forest outside his trailer. On one final flick of his fingers across the brass, you feel his body adjust to lay his guitar on the ground before situating himself next to you. He lets out a big sigh, further inflating your anxiety. It’s almost as if he could sense the dread; he could feel the fear.

“Something’s wrong,” he confirms, staring blankly at the ceiling just as you were doing. It was now your turn to let out a sigh, one that was larger than his.

“Nothing’s wrong” you reply meekly, making his head fall to the side to see your profile.

“Okay… something is definitely wrong.” He could read you like a book. And at times like this, his talent for doing so was exhausting. You wished that you could spend a few more moments just pretending that everything will be okay. He has no idea that you are stalling on handing him some life altering information. No idea that he is rushing his potential downfall.

But you had to tell him now, sooner than anticipated. You couldn’t even bring yourself to come up with another excuse. You had spent one too many nights crying yourself to sleep, aching for something more with your best friend. Having him be with you and present but not in the way that you want him to be, always at arms length for you to desperately reach out to grasp for hope. Hope that he would let you fall into his arms as he whispered a thousand ‘i love you’s’. Hope that he would pull you in by your chin for a saccharine kiss, one that leaves you dizzy and disoriented.

And yet the only person that could make this a reality is you and your confession. You droop your head to the right to meet his gaze, before quickly picking a spot on the wall behind him, unable to stay strong under his stare. You pray quickly to a god that you didn’t even believe in, you finally open your mouth to speak…

“I’ve been thinking…” you begin, before immediately being cut off.

“Uh-oh” he jests, a smirk sitting tight on his lips. You elbow him and close your eyes to take a deep breath before you open them again. His smirk is gone, finally realising the weight of the situation.

“I have been thinking, more of a realisation to be honest. And this realisation can lead to two outcomes. One being the outcome that I would like, and the other meaning we could no longer be friends” your voice cracks at the end, as though uttering such thoughts allowed were enough to scar you. Your eyes meet his briefly and you can see his mind desperately trying to gage the situation before he opens his mouth again,

“Well surely you’d choose the one where we’d still be friends… right?” He presses, his tone shaking slightly at the sudden threat.

“That decision isn’t up to me Eds” You reply in a voice smaller than anticipated, yet he still clung to every word.

“Well then who? Did your mom say anything again? Your dad? I thought he liked me at least!” He was starting to panic now, similar to your own feelings but you knew you had to stay calm and coherent for him.

“No Eddie… it’s up to you,” you butt in before he could start rambling his anxieties, “it’s yours and your decision only”

“Well then I choose the one where we can still be friends! Obviously.” You take your hand that lay flat on the bed to grab his own that had started flailing in the air as he stresses his point. Placing it back between you on the bed, you let go in order to shift yourself onto your side so that you were facing him properly for the final blow.

“It’s not as easy as that Eds, you haven’t even heard what my realisation is yet.” You can feel the sting behind your eyes, suddenly conscious that this could potentially be the last time you get to see him like this again. The last time that he would let you be so close to him. Maybe even the last time he would let you speak to him. That last thought causes your waterline to threaten to spill over.

“Well what is it then?” he bursts out, his patience wearing thin, his panic reaching its peak, “What could be so drastic that we couldn’t continue being friends?” You allowed yourself one final deep exhale as a single tear escaped your eye and ran down your face before getting lost in your hair from your horizontal position.

“I love you, Eddie”

You say nothing more. Just letting it hang in the air for the trembling boy before you to process. But he is quick to issue a response,

“Okay? And I love you too,” he returns a little dumbfounded, “you can tell me what it is”

“No Eddie,” you stress at him slightly harsher than you intended too at the prospect of having to repeat yourself and dig an even bigger hole trying to explain, “that’s not what I meant… I love you”

“Oh…” he muses, as though no damage had been done.

“Oh?” he tries again, as though piecing the puzzle together.

“OH” the penny drops as he’s quick to shift his gaze from your own. His hand that was currently resting on your wrist shifts away from you before he sits up suddenly. You're quick to match his posture, waiting for words to come but a silence settles over the two of you again. This time it was anything but a comfort.

“Eddie?” you shadow your hand over his shoulder but he dodges your advance to stand to his feet. You watch with your eyes stinging from the presumed rejection as he paces his room once, twice, three times before he grabs his keys and finally faces you for clarification.

“I’ll be right back” he deadpans, staring at his open bedroom door.

“Eddie… what?” your voice breaks again, the tears free flowing at this point.

“I’ll be back, I promise. I just need to…” he trails off and gives you one last glance before darting through his hallway and out the door, leaving the screen to slam behind him.

Left only with your crippling thoughts, you resume your previous laying position and find yourself naturally curling in before letting out what would be your first gut wrenching sob of many. The ache in your chest had progressed to a sharp stab with each gasp for air as your whole body shook. It wasn’t long before a damp patch formed on the duvet beneath your head and your sobs quieted down into soft wails.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep. The late nights of contemplation and exhaustion from crying finally took its toll. But now you had to once again face reality as your slumber was disturbed by the slam of a door and some heavy footsteps trudging towards the bedroom. Afraid to move, afraid to compromise your safety bubble, you remained in your fetal position.

You followed the sounds of the footsteps until your eye line was met with two dark jean-clad knees. You finally angled your head to look upwards to find Eddie looming over you, a freshly picked bunch of bluebells in his grasp. Slowly and cautiously, you raise yourself into a seated position.

“You didn’t think I was actually gonna let you confess to me did you?” He beams at you, as though the last few hours of pain hadn’t happened.

“What?” you question, confusion deeply rooted in your brain.

“Sweetheart, I’ve got a rep to protect here. Can’t have you going around telling people that you swept me up. That’s my job,” he chuckled, mostly to himself. He moves to sit down next to you, his hand reaching to caress the one that you were using to hold you upright. Angling his head so that his eyes could meet your own, he places the flowers between you on the bed so that his free hand could raise up to cradle your cheek.

“I love you too,” is all he mutters as he leans across to close the gap, his lips slotting effortlessly against your own. He presses firmly, almost as if to stress his affections to you before pulling away all too soon to finish,

“I always have, and I always will.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson stranger things #joseph quinn #joe quinn #joseph quinn fluff

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lillypad910 · 11 months

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Chocolate Cake Milkshakes

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chubby!Girly!F!Reader

Word count: 2450

Warnings: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! Smut, protected sex, p in v, fingering, oral (f receiving), pet names (Sweetheart, Princess), parent/child favoritism that’s not reader, perfect older sibling and disappointment younger child dynamic (only for a bit), a little bit of fat shamming. Not proof read, sorry for errors!

Summary: You have a date with your boyfriend Eddie Munson, who, like the gentleman he is, picks you up from home. Your mom favors your sister once again but you don’t let it deter you from the dinner your boyfriend takes you on at Benny’s for your favorite shakes and the rest of the date spent in his van by the lake.

A/n: for my fellow chubby girls that get told they don’t need that milkshake, or can’t wear that dress, or eat like a child. You are seen, and you are PERFECT. Be that main character I know you are.

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Eddie couldn’t help but feel excited as he pulled his van into your driveway. His heart pounding in his chest as he stepped out of the still turned on vehicle before walking up to your front door. After a single push of the doorbell, the obnoxious ringing being heard even from outside, your door swings open. Your mother stood before him, smiling.

“Why hello, Eddie!” She greets him, “Come in, (y/n) should be ready in a moment.” She opens the door wider to let the tall boy in.

Your mother is a known individual among the residents of Hawkins, being an ex cheerleading captain when she was in her prime. Still to this day she has kept her shape.

Eddie sits in the living room on the plush plaid couch, glancing around the room. He had been to your house a few times already, but never explored. He’s always just snuck in through your window at night after your parents had gone to bed, so he takes the opportunity to look around.

There are pictures all around the room of your parents and your older sister, Stacy, but he notices fairly quickly how there are significantly less pictures of you. He sees the pictures of Stacy in the Hawkins Pageant, winning first place every time, her cheerleading photos, her photo as prom Queen and her graduation photo, but the only pictures he sees of you are you with the rest of the family. Specifically one catches his eye, you were a lot younger, maybe three or four. You were standing in front of the water at the beach, your hands in the sand as your swimsuit top’s strap was hanging off your shoulder.

“Mom, have you seen my pearl necklace? I can’t find-” you step into the living room, stopping when you see Eddie. You had on a cute dress that flowed out after your waist, cutting off at your knees. “Oh! I didn’t know you were already here! I’ll be ready in just a second, I’m sorry to keep you waiting!” You hold up your hands defensively before walking into your kitchen. “What was that, dear?” Your mother asks. “My pearl necklace, do you know where it is? I can’t find it-” she cuts you off before you can finish, “Oh! Yes, Stacy has it, she asked if she could borrow it from you last week, I guess she hasn’t brought it back yet.” Your mom simply smiles, unfazed by your smile dropping.

“What? Mom, I told you I don’t like her using my jewelry! That was Granny’s! She gave it to me-!” “Well, Stacy wanted it, you know I can’t say no to her, dear.” You sigh, being reminded like always that Stacy’s wants are more important than your own. “Now run along and finish getting ready, you’re making poor Eddie wait on you for too long. Also,” your mother glances at Eddie before turning back to you and looking you up and down, “are you sure you want to wear that dress? I mean…” she leans over and pats at your stomach.

Your eyes widen and you subconsciously suck in your belly. “I… I thought it was cute…” you try to defend your decision. “If you say so…” your mother goes back to making dinner for herself and your father. You sigh before running back upstairs to find a different necklace.

You don’t bother changing, thinking your mom was just being how she usually is. That’s until you stand in front of your mirror one final time, noticing the subtle chub of your stomach poking out of the loose fabric of your dress. But before you can even begin to pick out another dress, you remind yourself you have a poor boy downstairs waiting on you, with your mother.

You enter the living room once more, smiling at the lanky guy on your couch. “Sorry,” his head snaps in your direction when you speak. “Ready to go?” He asks you, standing up from the couch. You nod, and your mom comes running in. “You two have fun! Eddie, make sure to have her home by 11, please.” Eddie nods, “Yes, ma’am, I will.” You both leave, and as you step out of the door frame, Eddie’s fingers intertwine with yours, making you smile.

“So,” you speak once the door shuts behind you, “Where ‘re we going tonight?” He looks back at you and smiles, “I was thinking going to Benny’s for food before heading to the lake? Wayne’s off tonight so I don’t really wanna go back to my place.” His face flushes at the inclination. “Sounds good!” You smile, walking up to his van, “I’ve honestly been craving one of Benny’s chocolate cake milkshakes, those things are diabetes in a cup but they are so good!”

When you both make it to the diner, Benny greets you with a smile, “Good to see you two again,” he pours some coffee into the mug of one of the costumers at the counter before making is way over to you as you both slid into a booth by the windows. “Always happy to have regulars! Let me guess, two chocolate cake shakes and a double quarter pounder with cheese, extra fries” he says pointing at Eddie, “and a 6 piece tender basket with honey, buttered toast, and cheese curds?” he points at you. You both smile as Eddie leans over the table to you, “do we seriously come here that much?” You can’t help but laugh. “Apparently.”

When the food is brought out to you, you both dig in quickly. “I swear I will never get over this shake,” you say, leaning back into the booth’s cushion as you suck up the delicious chocolatey goodness from the large straw. Eddie nods, shoving fry that he dipped into the whipped topping into his mouth. “For real, you’ll have to beg him for the recipe one day.”

Eddie watches you sit the glass down, before ripping a tender in half and dipping it into the sauce cup of honey, quickly shoving the steaming chicken into your mouth. The soft hum that escapes you as your body sways side to side, eyes closing out of pure glee from the taste of the food.

Eddie was always happy watching you eat, from your little dances to excited squeals when the food was placed in front of you, he never got tired of it. He loved seeing you all happy.

After the plates were emptied and your shakes sucked down, Eddie went up to the counter to pay, leaving you alone to suck the last remaining drops of your shake. When he returns, he laughs as he watches you suck up the air in the glass, aggressively trying to get whatever you could out. You finally sit the glass down, “ok I’m done.” He chuckles and holds out his hands, which you take, and he helps pull you out of the booth.

You both drive down to the lake, heads banging to his new cassette tape by Metallica, his long curly hair whipping around as you giggle. “Eddie!” You laugh, trying to fix his hair when he finally stops, getting it out of his face so he can actually see.

When you pull into the lake, the sun has already set and he turns to you, “So,” he smiles, suddenly all sheepish. “What do you- hey!” You quickly unbuckle and squeeze yourself to the back of the van. His litter of blankets and pillows cover the hard surface of the folded back seats and his trunk floor. “Oh come on, Munson, don’t look at me like that.” You place your chubby cheek against the side of the headrest of your original seat. He unbuckles, that cute toothy grin on his face, before shoving himself in between the seats with you. You giggle as you pull him through, grabbing at his arm and pulling towards yourself.

When he flops through, falling with his back flat onto the bed of the van, you quickly lean over him. Your lips interlock, his arms quickly grabbing at your waist and pulling you on top of him. At first you’re hesitant, not wanting to put all your weight on the scrawny guy, but he quickly pushing your arms out from under you, making you fall flat on him.

“Eddie..!” You giggle when he kisses across your nose and cheeks. “What?” He pulls away, his brown doe eyes staring back at you. You huff, faking annoyance as you sit up, and lay your back against the side of his van. “Sweetheart,” he flips over and crawls to you, his hands brushing up your legs, as he smiles up at you, before lowering himself down to place soft kisses on your left knee. “Don’t be mad at me,” he smirks, obviously knowing you’re not actually mad at him.

His lips graze over your legs, placing soft kisses down your thighs, getting closer and closer to where you want him. “Eds…” you lower your hand down to cup his cheek as his corse fingers ride up your thighs, pushing your dress up to reveal your panties for him.

“You’re already all wet for me, Princess,” he brushes his thumb against the edge of your panties by your right inner thigh, his other hand squeezing at the fat of your left thigh. You blush, your breath suddenly getting heavy as you breathe harder. He hooks his finger around your underwear, pulling them down your legs before dropping them into the front seat. “So pretty.” He stares down at your slit, his fingers pulling your folds open. You watch him lick his lips, making you whimper. “Eds,” he looks up at you, pupils all dilated, that lovely brown color now just black. He moves closer to you, leaving a soft kiss to your cheek before leaving one on your neck. He lowers himself down lifting your legs to be over his shoulders as he goes below your dress.

You moan as his tongue moves over your folds, lapping up around your entrance. “E-Eddie…!” You gasp as his fingers dig into your hips, creating small crescents in your fat. His tongue moves slow at first, licking stripes from your slit to your clit, before flattening over your cunt. His nose brushes into your clit and you gasp, reaching down and grabbing at his hair. “S-Shit…! Eddie…!” You moan when his tongue plunged into you, spreading you open.

He pulls his tongue away only replacing it with two fingers, thrusting them into you slowly while his mouth returns to your clit. You mewl over the sensation, your legs shaking as your thighs press against the sides of his head.

His hips start grinding into the bed of his trunk, trying to get any kind of friction he can. You grip tighter at his hair, holding him in place as you come undone on his tongue, gasping for air as your vision goes white.

Eddie pulls away from you, his fingers leaving your cunt to your annoyance. “Did…” he tries to catch his breath, “did I do good?” You laugh airily, still having your brain a bit fuzzy from the orgasm he just gave you. “Holly shit, Eds. Yes.” You reach out to him and pull him closer to you, pressing your lips to his. He kisses back eagerly, the taste of you still on his lips and chin.

“Eds, I need you,” you pull away from his lips, placing soft kisses down his neck. He groans at the attention. “Fuck… ok, I know.” He pulls away for a moment, reaching into his front seat and opening the glove compartment. He comes back into view opening a condom out of the foil. He unbuckles his jeans before pulling down his boxers. You will never get over the utter size this skinny boy is when his cock smacks against his stomach.

Eddie rolls the condom down on himself, before grabbing at your thighs and lifting your legs. Your breath hitches as he presses his tip against you. You stare up at him, reaching up and cupping his face, before pulling him closer for another sloppy kiss.

You moan as his cock pushes in you, flattening your palms against the base of his neck. You nosed brush against each other as you breathe against his lips, “fuck…” he groans, placing his hands firmly on your waist, pulling you closer, letting you bottom out on his dick. “S-shit, just sitting like this feels good.” You laugh a bit, laying your head on his shoulder as he pulls you away from the side of the van, laying you against the floor of the trunk.

You moan when he starts moving, his hips softly thrusting into you, not wanting to overpower you just yet. “Shit…” he leans over you, your legs up around his waist as his are folded by your hips, constrained by the small space. “Eddie…” you moan into his ear, making him start thrusting faster. He groans, finding your hands in his before pressing them into the pillow by your head. “Fuck… you feel so good, Sweetheart.” He moans, beginning to thrust harder.

You both gasp and moan as he thrusts into you. Before long his thrusts get sloppy, and his hands drop yours, moving down to your hips, now pushing you down against his cock. “E-Eddie…!” You grip at his shoulders, both of your bodies sweating from the vans heating and the body heat you are both creating.

“God, fuck… need you to cum again, baby, please? Wanna feel you cum all over my cock.” He moves one hand in between you both, rubbing his thumb against your clit. You gasp, feeling your orgasm get closer and closer. You whimper as he leans down and kisses you again, your stomach pressing into his. You tits and belly fat rock with his thrusts, his fingers rolling your clit as you come undone around his cock. He groans at the feeling as your pussy flutters around him, his thrusts getting harder. “Eddie…!” You gasp, your post orgasm unable to come down from the high.

Almost immediately, Eddie drops his head on your shoulder, his hair damp from his sweat as he finishes.

For a moment, you both just lay there, entangled legs and arms around each other, bodies squished in the confines of his van’s trunk. You run your fingers through your hair. “You ok there, Eds?” You ask, a small giggle leaving you. “Yeah,” he sighs, “yeah, just… Need a second.” He presses his nose into you neck, leaving soft kisses on your skin. “Not gonna lie to ya, Sweetheart, you kinda tasted like one of those milkshakes.”

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tiredly101 · 1 year

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Villains still need grocery too, y'know?

Pairing: Howdy Pillar x Villain!Male reader

Illustrated Au, this post was adopted from another account because they are deleting it soo I adopted it with permission of the original author, I did make some changes to adapt it to my writing style! Picture done by @clownsuu

Eggs. M/n needed eggs, badly. He had a brilliant idea to egg Home, that house had been getting on his nerves for a while now. Home had caused a ruckus whenever he’d spot M/n causing mayhem thus ruining some of his incredibly thought out pranks and so he decided to egg him.

Sure it may be unoriginal but sometimes the classics work the best and egging Home seemed like the perfect way to get him back for ruining such beautiful prank. The only problems is, the only way to get eggs is from Howdy. This would normally be no problem if one, Howdy didn’t know your very, very, extensive history of causing trouble and buying 50 eggs in one trip would definitely ring some alarm bells and two asking Howdy for that many eggs would be so embarrassing.

He would think you were a weirdo or maybe he didn’t have enough eggs and it would inconvenience him or perhaps M/n drops the eggs on the way out causing a mess. The idea of M/n making a fool of himself in front of Howdy was out of the question.

M/! was suffering until a brilliant idea popped in his head, he would send a letter to Howdy saying that one of the villagers overheard you wanted to bake a giant cake but didn’t have enough eggs so they wanted to deliver them to you, it was honestly a flawless plan.

That was until when M/n sent said anonymous letter to Eddie Dear for him to send off to Howdy, he decided to open it the second he got it. Which lead to a lot of confusion when the Wally Darling stood in his store buying a single apple seemed to request 50 eggs in his letter. Why wouldn’t Wally just ask while he was there?

"Hey Wally, do you just want your eggs now since your here?," Asked Howdy earning confused look from Wally.

"Eggs? What eggs, neighbour?," Wally asked with a dopey but perplexed look. "How odd...," Howdy thought.

If this letter wasn’t from Wally who could it be from? As the cogs in his brain started turning he came up with a solution, he’ll just come and give M/n the eggs himself! He had a bit of spare time and the shop was pretty quiet today so he decided he would grabs the eggs and bring them over to M/n house as a special delivery.

Howdy then started to make his way over with many crates in hands and he decided to peek through the window to see if M/n was at home. Instead he looked straight in to see a drawing pinned to the wall of a very familiar house with very obvious eggs covering it for head to toe or more specifically roof to floor and then it clicked. M/n wasn't making a cake, he wanted to egg Home and now he was very aware of your many pranks and mischievous deeds but actually seeing your plan he let out a sigh, he was looking forward to try your baking, he was sure it was great.

Although he had never been victim of one of your pranks, surprisingly may he add, he had seen and heard the results of many of them with the village constantly making a fuss and deciding that the prime gossip place was in his store. Howdy couldn’t stay mad at M/n though, although some pranks were more annoying than others he knew M/n never took it to far and quite frankly he found you rather sweet, always being on your best behaviour in his store.

Not to mention M/n was the most beautiful guy he ever encountered him but he couldn't be thinking of that right now, he should be telling M/n off for his evil plotting and as if by magic, sensing he was there, M/n opened the door.

Both, equally as shocked babbled messy excuses of what they were doing here although there was perfectly good reason for M/n to be in his house he still felt the need to tell him that he were plotting. Quickly realising his mistake M/n shut his mouth looking rather guilty until Howdy chuckled letting him know he knew what you were up to.

Shocked, mostly embarrassed, and guilty M/n profoundly apologised to him and instead Howdy just shushed you.

"It’s okay silly, just maybe instead of egging home make that cake? I’ll even help you with it," said Howdy and without hesitation M/n agreed leading Howdy into his house blushing as red as an apple and bringing out all you cake ingredients.

Part of M/n wanted this moment to last forever and the other part desperately wishing it would hurry up and end. The embarrassment was killing him but soon your worries melted away since as the cake was baking he took your hands in his and started swaying with M/n to music he had playing.

"Why do you never do any pranks in my shop?," Asked Howdy curiously while dancing softly with M/n and he smiled while looking up at him.

"Villains still need grocery too, y'know?," Said M/n which made Howdy smile softly and chuckle which made M/n's face be overtakes with a shy smile.

"Haha.. I think I prefer it when your not causing mayhem around the village, but then again it’s very endearing how silly you look when you do it," Howdy mumbled out catching both of them guard as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud. Howdy apologised quickly not wanting to offend M/n but he quickly reassured him with a soft kiss in his lips that you feel the same way.

"Perhaps villainy and entropy could wait if the alternative is happy moment like this with him"

#welcome home #Howdy Pillar x male reader #Howdy Pillar x reader #Tiredly Jackie writes #Tiredly Jackie adopt

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Stranger things young adults reacting...

To finding out their lover has a Eating disorder (Pt. 1)

TW: mention of eating disorders, talk about bullying and insecurities, unhealthy habits

Characters: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers

Pt 2:

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Eddie Munson

• Not happy at all

• isn't upset with you, but worried a fair share

• Will beat some ass even if he loses in the end

• straight up starts worshipping you

You let out a sigh as you held your head lightly. You'd been feeling heavy and tired all day. Your headache also wasn't leaving you alone.

You knew where it came from, considering you hadn't eaten properly in several days, but at least you weren't gaining weight as quickly anymore.

At Eddies place, Wayne had always been sure to feed you good amounts to ensure you wouldn't 'starve' but then again, it made you go past your comfort weight and that made you feel emotionally unwell.

A soft yelp came from you when the bell rang. You hadn't exactly expected to get a visitor today.

You took a deep breath before you made your way to check who it was. You pulled the door open and saw Eddie standing in front of you.

"Hey, beauty. You look live you've seen a ghost." He said as he stepped closer to kiss your head softly. "Sorry that I'm coming by so suddenly. Robin said you didn't seem to be well in class earlier."

You chuckled softly and nodded softly. "Im having a slight headache, and I'm feeling a bit tired, but that's really it."

He nodded softly. "Really? Did you get sick somehow?" You shook your head. "No, I'm sure it fine by tomorrow."

He raised a brow slowly and came inside without you saying anything since it was normal for him to just get in.

You closed the door slowly and went after him to the kitchen. "Did you eat and drink enough?"

At this question, your whole body tensed, and Eddie seemed to notice. "Woah there, love. I just asked if you ate and drank. What's with that reaction?"

"Sorry, I... it's nothing. Nothing at all." You shook your head softly before chewing on your lip. He walked up to you and put an arm around you. "Sweetheart. What's wrong?"

You looked up at him slowly before looking away again.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you?", he asked, and you shook your head softly. He was quiet before carefully going eith his second question. "And yesterday?"

Once again, you shook your head, and this made a pit grow in Eddies stomach. "And... the day before yesterday?"

The pit grew when you shook your head a third time. "No."

Eddie pulled his arm back to cup your face in his hands. "Why not? You have enough, right?"

You nodded softly as you teared up a little. "I do. But.. i just.... I don't... I'm... "

Eddie kissed your forehead softly and then hugged you close to his chest. "Sunshine, please. You need to eat. This isn't healthy for you."

You clung onto him for dear life as some soft sobs escaped you. And then... it all just broke out. All your insecurities, all your worries, and all the thoughts that plagued your mind.

After constantly talking for 10 minutes, you finally stopped, looking at Eddie to see his reaction. He looked furious.

But he wasn't furious at you, no. He was furious at every single person who'd ever dared to insult you. Who dared to make you feel bad and who dared to ever so slightly raise their voice at you.

From that point on, you'd regularly receive compliments and words of reassurance from him.

"You look so beautiful."

"I love every part of you."

"Please never change."

"You're perfect just the way you are."

But there were also an occasional "Ii will fuck up anyone who insults you" in between all that. Anything o defend his angel.

Steve Harrington

• istg he smelled it before you even got together but waited for you to be ready

• lost his mind internally when he saw how you looked when checking your weight

• dragged you away from that scale IMMEDIATELY. No hesitation.

Steve smiled happily as he walked into the house. "Angel? Where are you?" He looked around for you and found you in the bathroom.

At first he didn't realize what you were doing, but when he saw the scale beneath you and the tears in your eyes, he felt like his heart broke into shards.

He'd already had an idea of what was going on with you and your body weight but didn't want to mention it to not make you scared or anxious.

You hadn't even noticed Steve until he finally came into the room and gently pulled you off the scale. "(Y/n)?"

You looked up at him in shock before quickly trying to wipe your tears. "Fuck. I'm so sorry, Steve. I really didn't want you to s-"

You were intruppted by Steve, taking your face in his hands and kissing you. You froze, unable to do anything with how surprised you were.

"Sh, don't be sorry." He let go again and used his foot to push the scale under the sink. "Fuck that."

You were so surprised by his reaction that it almost made you cry again.

Steve came up to you again and took your hand, sitting you down on the bed just to crouch in front of you.

"Pumpkin, I need you to be honest with me right now. When was the last time you ate?"

The question itself already made you feel like throwing up from how scared you were.

"Yesterday." You mumbled softly, and he nodded lightly before going over to his next question. "When exactly?"

"Morning. Before school."

He stood up immediately and walked off. You were so nervous that you didn't even dare to follow him. Your knees felt like they bucke if you got up now.

Only a few seconds later, Steve came back with some toast with butter on a plate. He sat by you and took one toast, holding it up to your lips.

"Open up." He said, and you obeyed. It made you tremble to even think about how many calories this probably had, but you did your best for Steve.

Once the toast was gone and the tears were running down your face in streams, Steve held you comforted you. He made sure not to let a single bad thought get you.

"You are so beautiful, got it? I love you so much. I don't care how much you weigh. I want you to be healthy and happy, alright? Don't let anyone tell you anything else."

It didn't entirely ease your mind to into being quiet, but it helped you for the moment. It made you feel loved and cared for.

And that you were. Steve loved you, no matter how you looked. He loved you for what your jeart was made of. Not your body.

Nancy Wheeler

• She knows, boys and girls. She knows.

• And she relates in a way you never think she would.

• She didn't even say anything about it. She just noticed your eating habits and kinds just... changed them

Nancy smiled as she put a plate in front of you with some eggs, bacon, and toast. By now, Nancy knew that's all you would eat for breakfast, so she made sure to make it for you whenever she could.

The two of you had been living together for a while now, and the more you did together, the more she noticed your... broken eating habits.

For breakfast, your portions were pretty human and healthy, but after that it usually went downhill. You ate maybe two bites for lunch, and dinner just wasn't a thing for you at all.

Within the last few years, that'd changed, thankfully. You ate healthy breakfast and lunch portions now. Dinner was still a thing you worked on with her, but you'd get there some day.

When she noticed you struggling to eat, she usually came to hug you and steal a few bites to show you that it wasn't a big deal.

She knew how painful this feeling could be of being unable to eat what you love most and not liking your own looks in the mirror.

But she loved you endlessly, and if she could show it to you by helping you out, she'd make sure to do so.

And now it was happening again. You stared at the plate before you, chewing on your lips and thinking about which one of them had the least calories so you could eat it and then say your full, even if you weren't.

She moved to stand behind you and put her arms around your shoulders. "Mind sharing some egg with me?"

You nodded and cut up some egg to hold it up to her lips. She ate it happily and smiled. "So good~ Thanks." She kissed your cheek before starting to clean up the kitchen again.

As if a rock had been moved from your shoulders, you ate the egg slowly. And she was right, it was good. Not only that, but the bacon and toast were just as amazing.

You smiled as you kept eating until it all was gone. Once you were done, Nancy came to you and gave your head a kiss as a way of praising you.

"Was it good?" She asked you and you nodded your head quickly. "Really amazing. Thanks. Your food is always so wonderful."

Jonathan Byers

• goes into full in panick mode bc he's literally scared for your safety

• You're emotionally just gone while he's a crying mess

• he literally treats you like a royalty afterward to make sure you feel comfortable with yourself

Jonathan tried to catch his breath after straight up running to the hospital when he heard you'd been brought there after passing out at home.

He quickly stepped towards the front desk to ask for your room, and he was given an answer.

Once in front of your room, he took a deep breath before going inside. There you were, on a little liquid bag that gave you nutrients while the nurse tried to convince you to eat the food she had for you.

He walked up to your bed and cleared his throat while looking at the nurse. "May I?"

The nurse hesitated but nodded before she left the two of you alone. He sat in the beds edge to lightly take your hand in his.

"(Y/n)..."

"Don't start. Please. I know, okay? I know." You said angrily, but he only pulled your hand up to kiss it.

"I'm not angry at you. I'm ot gonna scold you. Just... I don't understand." He mumbled softly as he teared up.

"You're so beautiful and so amazing. I love everything about you. Every part of you. Why?" He asked softly as his tears fell.

You looked at him quietly before smiling and leaning up to pull him towards you. "I know you love me. And I know that you love everything about me. I just... don't feel the same..."

Jonathan moved closer to lay on your chest gently, his tears still falling. "Can I make you see how I see you? In any way at all? Please... I want you to know I love you."

He gently caressed his head as you smiled at his strong emotional state. "Not right now. But over time, I'll learn. Just be patient with me, okay?"

Jonathan nodded as he kept holding you closer to make sure you'd know he was there.

From then on, Jonathan always ate with you, brought you snacks and also made sure to get you fitting drinks so you'd get hydrstet as well.

You caressed his head gently before he sat up slowly. "Can I convince you to eat something now?"

You were silent for a moment before you gave a light nod. "But not this hospital food. I'd rather die before eating that."

Jonathan laughed and stood up almost instantly. "I'll get you something good, I promise." With that, he gave you a soft kiss before leaving.

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As promised, I finished this today and again I'm so so sorry for ppl who found this too early xD

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #steve harrington #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler

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plus-size-reader · 2 years

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Pumpkin Spice

Fics of Fall 2022

Eddie Munson x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2573 words

Warnings: Fluffy fall overload (i.e I shoved a lot of fall tropes in this one for my own enjoyment)

Summary: Dragging Eddie out of bed with a single task in mind...Tracking down the perfect pumpkin spice latte.

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“Why are you still in bed?”

Eddie didn’t even have a moment to think, or process what was happening, before coming face-to-face with you.

On any normal day, that wouldn’t have been a big deal as you had been known to just let yourself into his trailer whenever you felt like it but it wasn’t exactly as if today was a normal day.

At least, in the sense that it wasn’t even day yet.

Not in Eddie’s mind anyway.

“Why are you here?” the male countered, rolling away from you with a huff, his hair hiding away the parts of his face that his pillow wasn’t already shielding.

It was a loaded question.

Technically, you were in the trailer because that was where his bedroom was, and you were in his bedroom because that was where he was.

If he wanted to get more literal and ask why you were currently knelt by his bed, six inches from his face, the answer was simple.

It was officially Fall.

…and Fall meant that, more than any other time in the year, you were alive.

“Wayne let me in” you shrugged, still not understanding what your best friend's problem was.

In all the time that you’d known one another, this was hardly the first time you’d done something like this and you both knew it wouldn’t be the last.

“Yeah, I figured that out”

The annoyance he was feeling was obvious in the rasp of Eddie’s voice, still muffled by the pillow he was holding to his face but you didn’t budge in the least upon hearing it.

You were on a mission, after all.

“So, why are you still in bed?” your tone now matching his as the desire to start the events of the season took hold.

You needed to go.

Now.

“Y/N, sweetheart, what time is it?”

“6:30”

“And, why would I be up at 6:30 on a Saturday?”

You didn’t answer for a moment, settling down against the mattress, your head resting on both of your forearms as you tried to think of something that wouldn’t result in Eddie’s relentless teasing.

Not that it mattered. You’d never been successful in that before.

“I want coffee” you eventually settled, sitting down only fully only when Eddie shifted, turning toward you with a near incredulous look on his face before dropping his head into his pillow again.

Eddie actually couldn’t believe you.

That’s what this was about?

“There’s a pot in the kitchen” he reminded, still able to smell the faint odor of the dark roast Wayne had made before going to work.

There was definitely some left that you could have gotten on your way in here.

“I can’t drink that” you scoffed, earning what sounded like a cross between a scoff and a laugh from Eddie because he should have seen that coming.

He should have seen this whole thing coming.

“And why not? Worried it’s poison?” he grumbled, finally sitting up to look at you, his messy curls settling in front of his face with as much attitude as he was currently giving you.

You smiled, at the sheer fact that he’d decided to start getting up before answering.

“No. I, my dear Eddie, am on a mission to find the best-tasting pumpkin spice latte and I wanted to see if you’d join me?” you grinned, brushing some hair from his face gingerly.

He rolled his eyes at you, of course, and at the sheer absurdity of your display, but didn’t refuse.

Eddie had never told you no, and by this point in your lives, he wasn’t even sure he could form the word.

“You’re sure this can’t wait? I’m comfy” he whined, throwing himself back down against his bedding, landing on his back with a soft thud.

Sometimes, the promise of his warm blankets, smelling vaguely of cigarettes and cuddles could be enough to get you to stop doing whatever thing you’d set your mind to.

Though, that wasn’t going to work today.

You had already made your mind up and if you didn’t have a delicious, overrated seasonal drink in your hand in the next hour, you were going to make it everyone else’s problem.

“No, now put on your pants” you commanded, scoping up the closest pair, that had been carelessly thrown atop another pile of clothes on the floor and lobbing them in his direction.

You wanted to be there when they opened so that you didn’t have to deal with all the people that would surely rush to do the same thing you had.

For both your sake.

“Fine, but you owe me” he decided, knowing full well that was nothing more than an empty threat.

He would never ever admit it to anyone, but you knew that Eddie loved this stuff almost more than you did.

Even if he’d rather sleep in.

“I’m already taking your notes in Chemistry and Physics, so what’s one more thing?” you teased back, ignoring the sound of his shuffling behind you as you busied yourself in his closet.

For the most part, Eddie’s closet consisted of worn band tees and assorted nerd merch but today, you had a specific article of clothing in mind.

Something you knew he owned only because you were nosy.

“What are you doing?” he asked, once again getting ignored until you finally found what you were searching for, tossed into the back corner, and rolled up in a ball.

You expected as much.

“Looking for this” you explained, holding up the slightly wrinkled knit pullover Wayne had bought him quite a few holidays back.

It was black originally because everything Eddie ever wore was black, but it had since faded to a washed-out, deep gray that you knew would look good on him.

If you could convince him to put it on.

“That thing makes me look like a loser” he scoffed, not even bothering to take it from you because if he did, that would mean he’d have to put it on.

…and that wasn’t happening.

“So does everything else you wear,” you shot back, once again forcing the waded-up ball into his bare chest, and not letting go until he had no choice but to take it.

“Besides, it’s cold and I don’t want to listen to you whining” you added, a small smirk on your face as you watched the man put on the offensive article in complete defeat.

Mostly because he knew you had a point, and would rather bite his tongue off than have to tell you that.

“Very handsome” you grinned, ducking away from a less than subtle middle finger before heading for the door.

By this time, the sun was starting to come up and that meant that it was time to go.

“I hate you” he called, slipping on his boots, and shaking his head at the sound of the keys to his '71 Chevy van rattling by the door in response.

When he became a ‘go-get-coffee-in-a-sweater’ kind of guy, Eddie had no idea, but as he followed you out with a single goal in mind, it didn’t even really matter.

Not as long as you were happy.

By the time you made it to the coffee shop, you expected it to be busy but were pleasantly surprised by a near-empty lot.

Perfect.

“Come on, come on” you urged, watching as Eddie intentionally took his sweet time parking and taking the key out of the ignition, knowing full well that you were about to lose it.

This had always been your favorite time of year and while he understood that, he definitely wasn’t above tormenting you when the opportunity presented itself.

Though, all things considered, it didn’t last very long and you were headed toward the quaint little building before you knew it.

You had been here a few times in the past but never had it appealed to you more than it did at this moment.

It was everything you could have wanted.

The air was heavy with the scent of spice and sugar, and the warmth that greeted you when you opened the door was a welcome contrast to the biting cold outside.

“I still can’t believe you woke me up for this” you heard the man at your back grumble, but you chose to ignore him, fully immersed in the feeling surrounding you.

Something you were sure would wear him down eventually.

“Do you want one?” you asked, watching as Eddie’s eyes glided over the menu behind the counter, trying to figure out what any of these things were and what the hype was.

Coffee he got, though he had always preferred a different kind of stimulant, but the fruity, sugary stuff you’d gotten into from this place could hardly be considered coffee.

Most of the time it was closer to a milkshake.

“No, I think I’ll keep my teeth, thank you” he teased, settling into one of the nooks in the corner and watching your head over to the waiting barista, who was far too perky for this early in the morning.

You were so lucky you were cute.

The list of people he’d be willing to do this for was a short one for sure, though when he stopped to think about it, it wasn’t much of a list at all.

You were the only one.

The only person in the world who could have hoped to drag Edward Munson out of bed for anything was you, and deep down, he knew that you knew it too.

All things considered, he should have been glad you used your powers for small things like this instead of dedicating it to evil.

“Miss me?” you grinned, holding your cup to your chest, almost as if you were worried someone would steal it from you.

Which, given what you’d done to get here so early, seemed fair to him.

“Yeah, I didn’t know what to do with myself” Eddie cooed, clutching his chest similarly to how a heartbroken damsel may have in those old movies he adored so much.

Not that you paid that much mind.

You had grown far too used to the dramatic antics of your best friend and chose to focus your attention on the festive drink.

It would no doubt only be the first of many before the season was up but the first one was always the most special.

That was part of why you wanted Eddie to be here with you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been happier” you hummed, taking a deep breath of your coffee, and letting the spice envelop every part of you.

You could have sat in this moment forever, but when you opened your eyes to survey the grumpy metalhead you’d brought with you, he hardly looked to be enjoying himself.

If anything, Eddie wasn’t impressed.

“This is what you dragged me out here for?” he scoffed, keeping that gentle softness about him even as he tormented you.

The incredulous glare once again returned to his gaze as he looked into the cup you were holding, even less thrilled than he’d previously expected.

It was coffee, sure, but not in the way that he’d always known it. In sharp contrast to his Uncle’s stark black coffee, always brewed into a company thermos, was a milky brown fluid topped with whipped cream.

Just as he’d suspected.

It was a breakfast milkshake that you had somehow convinced yourself that it was okay to drink before your day even started.

“Yeah, and it’s delicious”

You didn’t even humor his attitude, because as much as you loved Eddie, his idea of a balanced breakfast was a cigarette, a poptart and whatever was left in his beer cans from last night.

He was hardly the all-knowing authority of what was good.

“If you say so” he shrugged, taking a small sip and knocking his booted feet against your own under the table.

He made a small face at the taste before letting you get back to enjoying your sugar in a cup.

The first sip you managed to take was velvety and hot, burning from your tongue to your throat in the best way.

It was all you could have wanted on a cool morning like this one, even if it was only going to last until the last drop was drained from the paper cup.

A comfortable silence fell over the two of you for a while, with you sipping at your cup as you looked out the large window in front of you, and Eddie fidgeting as he often did.

If you listened close, you could hear him humming “Lady Evil” by Black Sabbath under his breath which only added to the peace you were feeling.

It was nice.

Though, you should have known that it wouldn’t last long, given your chosen company.

“Hey”

You turned toward his voice without hesitation, the view out the window long forgotten but you didn’t even have time to process anything before you were greeted by Eddie’s hand in your face.

With the sole goal of dabbing as much whipped cream onto your nose as he could manage at one time.

“You’re such a child” you groaned, immediately going to wipe it away on the back of your hand, shooting daggers into your best friend.

Who, in the time it had taken you to realize what he’d done, was nearly crying with laughter in his chair.

“Hey, I wore this stupid thing. The least you can do is make me laugh” he shrugged, once again taking your cup and sipping at the warm liquid he supposedly couldn’t stand.

“What happened to wanting to keep your teeth?” you scoffed, swiping a bit of whipped cream from the top for yourself and popping it into your mouth after momentarily faking him out for revenge.

Eddie had always been like this.

He would go on and on about not wanting and liking things, but as soon as you had them, suddenly he was a fan.

Not that you really minded.

You knew he was enjoying your little coffee date just as much as you were.

“If you tell Henderson about this, I’ll kill you in your sleep” he replied, all shame going out the window as he drank from the cup cavalierly, drumming his free hand on the table.

He had an image to uphold, those kids worshiping him like a God, but it was a delicate balance. If they ever found out about this, he knew they wouldn’t hesitate to hold it over his head indefinitely.

There was no way he’d ever live it down.

“Your secret’s safe with me” you grinned, not at all surprised at how this morning had gone down.

If you were being honest, you may or may not have ordered a larger size just to share.

Eddie nodded casually in thanks before finishing off what was left of the cup. He didn’t have a lot to do today, aside from a Corroded Coffin practice after Gareth got done with his shift at the gas station.

Which, normally, would have meant getting high and watching Knight Rider all day.

…but not today.

Today, Eddie was going to spend all day with you doing whatever it was you decided you wanted because it was the first day of Fall, and you deserved it.

If for nothing else than putting up with him all the time.

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jamiekb · 9 months

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new update!!!! i’m going insane so here’s my thoughts on it (it’s a long one)

First thoughts on the new update and things that make me go !!!! (hope you’ve already seen it all otherwise this won’t make sense):

the new house when the page is loading!!! so cute!! with the little color paper chains that eddie showed how to make

the cute little gif of House being drawn (ok so that happens when you open it, i just wanted to see if it hada a name)

EYES oh my (edit: so i think it’s my monitor or browser but i’ve always seen the eyes, it’s like theyre just secondary banners, so there’s that)

tiny wally sitting on the banner! and new things to click!

cute bug behind the number of visitors

colorful tic-tac-toe in Wally's rock and also EYE

oh ok so the eyes stay the whole time

little pixel HOUSE so pretty

bug friend in the gallery surprised me

the tulips being drawn (oh so we have to check those, then?)

Eddie Dear i love so much, you look great sweetie

why does is that little square singled out in the long banner of the whats welcome home page?

julie and frank look adorable in pixel art!!!

cricket friend makes a heart with its antenae

ok so now we're missing a whole section of the long banner

oh my god a sticker page !!!

love them all, this is so much work! love all the team that worked so hard on this !!!

ok so maybe its a bit too late for me to be trying to see all the updates because wow those red eyes, oh well too late (are the letters something or just the name of the audios?)

the new banners in the sticker page are all cute, bUT look at Eddie and Frank AHHHHHH!!! mY heart!!!

barnaby sticking out his tongue for the snow!!!

so i got curious about the spider friend at the top, but i wasnt going to click on it because i dont like spiders. And when i do theres a video??? its says answer??? why is there a scroll bar?? (oh my god julies voice is perfect!! and barnaby sounds like a great guy. is it just me or are the pauses kind of long for the type of conversations it is?) (oh wally, what's going on?)

ok finally visiting the neighborhood

you can hear audio of them!!!! and transcripts!

and another video. why the scroll bar? is it my browser? (oh wait was i supposed to remember the numbers and apparently that is the name of the video? is that why they say answer)

eddie my darling!!!! you sound great, like you'd bring dessert if i invited you over for a meal, love you so much (hahahaha the policys) (also who is his voice actor? sounds familiar, maybe)

banner shenanigans happening again

there's so much new content!!!! look at their jokes!!! and the storybook record!! and the interview!!! (and apparently Home uses he for pronoun, noted)(and also 'it', noted again)

ah so that's why they say Frank is autistic, i get it now

ok back to the neighborhood, got distracted with the scripts. is it me or is it different? feels more colorful and with some new details maybe? could just be me (havent seen the original site in a while)

oh my god bug in eddies profile and the skit is about him and Frank, so cute! I understand you Eddie, i too would panic

ok finally got to Wally. so i think the fact that the text is misaligned is on purpose, not sure why though. And we get a new audio!

new image in the so below page. and the record is shaking real bad, not a fan of that (is that house? is it morse code or just creaking? well im sure someone will have the answer to that at some point)

pause to go back and find bug friends where i've already been. So: got Frank being bothered in his garden, audio of wally talking about eyes, sally putting on a play

ok now forth to media

hey the little buddy gives a video where you can see Wally's hands!! and now i get to actually hear the interview (is it just me or does the host sound sleazy?). also we dont get banner shenanigans but the little neighbors are overstepping a bit in one instance

omg the animation cells!!! look at them!!! the style. and i just now got the joke Wally tells in the mistery audios. the acting is so good!! i feel them moving!!

and with the news comes a new buddy, dont really know what Howdy's talking about but i love the rythm.

oohhh they mention the little drawings! and the hint of bugs!! ...and the tiny update about the guestbook, who is talking??? what ringing??

have you seen the telephone box in the merchandise page?!?!?!? they designed a whole package for it!! THW WORK AND LOVE THAT GOES INTO THIS!!! AHAHHHHH!!!

and the illustrations for the Eddie thing are so cute!!! they remind me of blue's clues original style

there's a coloring book!!!! i need that as actual merch someday please

THE EXHIBITION!!!! The phone is there!!! Wally is made out of actual cardboard!! dont see the puppet you could see in the reflections of the records though (new drawing! you can hear heartbeats, maybe they belong to house?)

guestbook time!!! new bug buddy (with my darling eddie going through it) (wonder if there's something in the glitches at the end of the videos)

first time there's a colored background (yellow), interesting choice, and no eyes. (ok only now just listened to the audio from the buddy, so its wally but not his eyes, just him i guess?)

interesting, the image for the section where you actually leave a note is called 'goodbye', not sure it said that before

now on to (dont know how you write that, dont care to look it up) the actual guestbook, and to check out all the little drawings again

ok, one box with weird double text but not too alarming. huh long comments. oh my that was only one page

oh little friend (oh my god, its the conversations from the drawings of the pie charts so cute!!)

on the second page now, so it seems that while wally is the only one that communicates with us, the others may be with him??? he said barnaby told him something (was this already a thing??) and frank also?!?!?!

why do you say Eddie runs too much Wally??

howse. love that

banner shenanigans are back, or maybe its just my browser doing weird things

new friend!! oh and banners are different widths, so there's that. kitty cat is so cute!!! why is tumblr redacted?? :(

huh in this page most drawings dont have a name that is part of the conversations, just numbers and letters.

ok more banner stuff. some drawings have 'names' others dont. sneaky text !!! i dont think thats a rat Wally but A for effort

second to last page. same sneaky text, wonder if it's in the same box even.

so again same sneaky text, but now there's another almost next to it, cant read it though. not a koala Wally but cute drawing. two instances of banners misbehaving. a bunch of drawings dont have names :( (then again there is already so much put into this, why an i complaining? i have no right)

is that a reference to something or am I just tired???

might be missing two bugs??? if that's how that works (found 12)

Final thoughts (yes even more):

THIS IS SUCH A WONDERFUL PROYECT!!! Clown i love you !! and everyone in the team!!! there is so much new content, and you made physical things!!! and there's audios now that really bring evrything to life!!! The banners are so great! All the bugs are so colorful and fun! You rearranged so much! The pixel art is adorable!!! thank you so much for this wonderful experience, will definitely have to go through everything again just to admire it more (and of course check for more hidden little things)

#Welcome Home #welcome home arg #welcome home spoilers #welcome home update #wally darling #eddie dear #frank frankly #poppy partridge #howdy pillar #julie joyful #sally starlet

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A list of random (hilarious as shit) bad shark movies that I might or might not have Eddie subject La'gaan to in my first DC Rarepair Week fic:

This first one is a little on the nose, but--

Devil Fish. A shark-octopus hybrid. South Florida coast. With a line up of characters that sounds like the set up for a joke following the words '-walk into a bar'. Freaking 2.7 stars. It sounds delightfully horrible.

2) Then we've got--

"Amphibious shark-like monster"-- because why not? (I freaking hope this thing has legs. If it's like one of those shark puppy drawings I'll be cry-laughing.) This one's got a 5 star rating, but considering it's from '98 I'm kind of hoping it's one of those cases of 'so bad it's actually good'.

3) This though... Dear gods... 😂

ATOMIC. SHARK. 2.7 stars. And a shark that looks like it has a freaking bomb strapped to it because why the hell not? What's more destructively nonsensical and what-the-actual-fuck than gods-damned bomb-toting sharks?

4) And because someone had to almost combine a shark with a fucking xenomorph--

Toxic Shark. 3.3 stars. Not only is the shark somehow poisonous and "infesting" the water (seriously, how tf does a single animal 'infest' anything? You kind of need a lot of them for 'infesting' to be the right term here), but it has projectile acid spit. That it can apparently fire out of the water at its prey. Because WHY NOT?

5) Of course the what-the-fuck-ery can't stop there--

--because mother-fucking Sand Sharks. 2.7 stars. If I watch this one, istg I want this to feel like it should be a side thing to the Tremors series. I want it to be so hilariously stupid and nonsensical that it feels like it should exist in the same world.

6) Considering I've mentioned this one before in some of my headcanon posts of what Eddie would expose La'gaan to, I'd be remiss if I didn't include--

Ghost Shark. 3.3 stars. Because if you want shark movie crack, this is SHARK MOVIE CRACK. (Last time I saw this one there were some moments I was laughing so hard I was damn near wheezing. The deaths are just... so hilariously stupid. I can't.)

7) Ah, but guess what--

Did you know there's a Ghost Shark 2? Because I sure as hell didn't. 2.6 stars. I'm honestly hoping-- if I do see it-- that it's just as much wtf CRACK as the first one.

8) This one... I shouldn't pick on the anatomy of this thing, but--

Dinoshark. 3.2 stars. They straight up slapped a t-rex-like head on that thing. Why does it have a t-rex head? I don't know! Doesn't matter! It's a ✨dinoshark✨! It doesn't have to make sense! (Though I do have to wonder if it has a neck, because at this angle I can't tell. lol)

9) I didn't think it was possible to get this low on this list, and yet--

Jurassic Shark, at a whopping 1.5 stars. On one hand I'm curious because of that old trope of 'It was frozen in ice, but it thawed out and is still aliiiive!!!!' and I want to see just how bad it is. On the other hand, with it being the only one on this list so far to hit 1.5 stars, I do have my concerns that it'll drop from 'so bad it's hilarious' to just straight up 'OOF, this is baaad.'

10) This one, ngl, is here just because this description is making me crack up to no end.

The Shark Hunter. 5.1 stars. "A crusty recluse-" gross, but hilarious "-on a Caribbean island who is dedicated to destroying sharks-" dude why? Get a fucking hobby ffs. "-gets involved in a hunt for buried treasure." Because shark movies, wanting to be the source of the shark-pocalypse (against sharks), and being crusty and reclusive just naturally goes with treasure-hunting. Yeah. (And wtf is up with that spear he's holding and that thin-ass headband? What is even the point of that thing?)

11) And then there's more 'Let's fuck with nature via fictional science because fuck if it makes sense if it looks cool enough!'

SharkMan. 3.1 stars. Ngl, I barely remember this one-- I think I may have seen it once-- but if it is what I'm remembering then it's some solid what-the-fuck-ery.

12) omg... I can't... wtf... I never knew this one existed. Send help. I am freaking cracking up even thinking about this. JFC.

SHARK EXORCIST. Because it's not enough to have a monster-movie shark with all the nonsensical what-the-fuck bullshit that's involved, but let's have fucking Satan possess a gods-damned shark. 😂😂😂😂 1.3 stars! It's apparently worse than Jurassic Shark! This one might be so bad it's worth it, I don't know. All I know is that I am mcfuckin' losing it over how hilarious this sounds.

13) Wtf.... Was the other SharkMan a sequel? Idek...

Anyway, Sharkman (without 'Man' having the initial letter capitalized), from 2001 (whereas the one higher up on this list is from 2005). 2.3 stars. I'm honestly not sure if this is the one I vaguely remember, or if it's the 2005 one, but either way 'We fucked around and found out with science that doesn't have to make sense because it looks cool!'

14) Pffft. And speaking of things that don't follow logic--

Roboshark! 3 stars! Because a shark biting an alien spacecraft will, 100% for certain, magically make said shark a cyborg-shark. Yup. That's totally how that works. Totally. (This one is absolutely up for consideration because I'm just dying over imagining poor La'gaan going, "That's not how that works! That's not how any of this works!!!")

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Sharkenstein?! Mother-fucking Sharkenstein?! 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂Holy shit. 2.1 stars. Because why not have the reanimated sewn-together multi-corpse of a shark put together in World War II rampaging around? OMFGGGGGGG

16) omg, now we're going freaking Nightmare On Elm Street with sharks--

Nightmare Shark. 3.6 stars. People. Being hunted. By a "supernatural shark". In their dreams. TELL ME that doesn't sound like Nightmare On Elm Street But Sharks. 'Oh don't sleep, or Sharky Krueger will get you!' I now want to see this shark and Freddy Krueger in a knife fight in an Applebee's parking lot. lol

17) Pffft. Talk about understanding the assignment.

Bad CGI Sharks. 4.6 stars. If you know it's going to be a bad shark movie, then why not deliberately make it as bad as possible by having shitty CGI sharks pop into reality from a script you were writing and just have everything go tits-up like something that'd make about as much sense as Alice's trip to Wonderland? (Ngl, it sounds like they had waaaaayyyy too much fun with this one.)

18) Oh my f- This is like they're dealing with a raccoon. A giant fucking raccoon with giant sharp and pointy teeth, and I just- omfggggg--

House Shark. 3.7 stars. An ex-cop finds out his house is occupied by a 'house shark' and needs the help of a freaking real estate agent and an exterminator. JFC. IT'S A FUCKING RACCOON. 😂

I am freaking dying. lol

Some of these won't make the cut for whichever one I decide to include mention of in my fic due to time placement, but I definitely have a better idea of some of the possibilities.

(I might throw in a poll in a reblog for the most likely possibilities to see if there are any that are really jumping out to people from this list.)

#Devilfish #La'gaan #Eddie Bloomberg #shark movies #DC Rarepair Week #my life #writing things #I am freaking dying y'all

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queenofadarkworld · 8 months

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𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕜𝕚: 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕞𝕖 - 𝔼𝕡𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕕𝕖 𝟛

Uh.. I mean.. Well.. It just.. It happened! 🤯

First things first: Episode 3 showed me EXACTLY why I'm never ever coming out of this rabbit hole ever again. That's it guys. I'm done. From now on I'm going to live right here with my little blond bunny right beside me. Anyone else want to move in? Yes? No? Maybe? Well no matter what you decide at the end - let us sit down first and talk about what just happened to us shall we? 😏

To be honest I was actually a bit surprised about the "amount" of flashbacks/daydreaming scenes. Seeing the fact that this was only episode 3 with 26 minutes screen time [after episode 1 with 26 minutes and episode 2 with 25 minutes] I don't think it was already necessary but it's ok for me cause it probably should've helped build up some emotions. Even though I would've picked the Bai Zong Yi and Fa Zherui thunder scene from episode 2 for it cause that was beyond sweet. 🥹

But I definitely won't complain cause episode 3 still delivered a lot of good stuff. After episode 2 already showed us that my little blond bunny sure knows how to torture people they seemingly wanted to top that. What can I say? Hell yeah they top it! 😳

Nothing weird to see here, everyone. Only a little blond bunny going a bit - uhm - crazy. Just a normal monday in the life of a gangster I assume. The way Chen Yi looked at him in total disbelief once he realized what he's about to do though had me laughing quite hard. I mean come on, Chen Yi. You wanted him by your side didn't you? Learn what your boy is willing to do for not just you but the whole gang.

Well and then out of a sudden that happened. 🥵

Oh.. My.. God..! WHO DO I HAVE TO THANK FOR THIS? I asked for more of my little blond bunny and I freaking got more bunny. Much much more bunny than I ever expected at this point. And as if him running around half naked [by the way: I NEED his bathrobe!] wouldn't already be enough to get a heart attack we also see a very good reason to like and follow Chen Yi. Well technically two reasons. I mean.. the tattoo on his spine? He has a freaking lion tattoo on his spine!! Lion father, lion son. Please! How cute and amazing at the same time is this? I totally get why my little blond bunny fell for him in the first place. He's in every single way beautiful. Oh! Talking about lions. Shout-out to Chen Yi's father who without a doubt had one of the best and funniest unexpected appearances I've ever seen. 🤣

Two scenes coming right up for you. Both scenes are simply incredible in their very own ways. Firstly we learn about bunny's class clown side and how easy it really is to provoke Chen Yi. Bunny sure knows which buttons he has to push doesn't he? 😏

Secondly we have Chen Yi and Bunny picking up Fa Zherui. Apparently his so called vacation at Bai Zong Yi's place has come to an end already. Why am I so annoyed because of that? Right at this moment when Fa Zherui realizes his true feelings towards Bai Zong Yi he just freaking leaves? Yeah so.. thanks for nothing brother. Definitely going with bunny's middle finger reaction here. 😮‍💨

Coming to the last scene of my own crazy perspective for episode 3. Well what can I say guys. This scene kinda broke my heart. Our cute Bai Zong Yi happily came home after he bought some strawberry cake for Fa Zherui to enjoy just to find his apartment empty. And then there's Fa Zherui's note saying: "Don't be too touched." DON'T BE TOO TOUCHED? Are you freaking kidding me? After everything including the kiss from episode 2 you really tell him to not be too touched about you just leaving him out of nowhere? Gosh you're such an idiot Fa Zherui. If you ask me, you just should've stayed in Bai Zong Yi's apartment and started a happy life with him. The situation couldn't have been any better for him though. No one knew exactly where Fa Zherui was hiding after the attack in episode 1 and the only contact he still had ongoing was with my little blond bunny. I'm pretty sure he would've understood the situation and kept his mouth shut for as long as possible. But you made a decision didn't you? 💔

And that's it everyone. My thoughts and feelings for episode 3. Holy darkness. There still happened quite a lot in this episode huh? We definitely got some little emotional ups and downs along the way which makes me want to have episode 4 like now. Right now! Heaven help me. Well.. I'm just going to stay here in my comfortable rabbit hole and watch the bathhouse scene over and over again until the new episode is out. Sounds like a good plan right? 🫣

What are your thoughts about episode 3 though? Any favorite scenes? What's your favorite character so far? I would like to know whatever you're willing to tell me. Please be my dear guest inside the rabbit hole. 🫶🏻❣️

#Darks private World 🖤#SORRY for being late to the party #kiseki #kiseki the series #kiseki dear to me #kiseki dear to me the series #kiseki bl #taiwan bl #boy love #kai hsu #taro lin #nat chen #louis chiang #bai zong yi #fa zherui #chen yi #ai di #ai di/eddie #gagaoolala

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bookgeekgrrl · 7 months

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My media this week (8-14 Oct 2023)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

😊 for this gift, I do feel blessed (wheatisstillwheat) - 96K, nice steddie AU with rockstar!eddie & regular guy steve

😊 Bandaids for the Heart (LexiRoseWrites) - 78K, omegaverse steddie AU with pediatric nurse Steve & single dad Eddie

🥰 Time To Shine (Rachel Reid, author; Cooper North, narrator) - delightful hockey romance, fairly low angst (but enough to make it tasty). There may come a day when I'm tired of the adhd/anxiety ball dynamic but today isn't that day. Cooper North is an excellent narrator, def in my top 5 faves

💖💖 +199K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Make It Up As We Go (hawkeyedpeas (pandacowhipster)) - D&D: HAT: Edgin/Xenk, 17K - fluffy & enjoyable fake dating fic

Punched! (Zenaidamacrouras1) - MCU: Valkyrie/Steve, 7K - technically a Monoclonius prequel, but absolutely can be read as a standalone - Val & Steve (fellow political activists) punch some Nazis and have some hot, adrenaline-fueled sex in an alley

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Maine Cabin Masters - s5, e1

Naked Attraction - s1, e1-3

Whitstable Pearl - s1, e1-2

Murdoch Mysteries - s15, e3-7

Dirty Laundry - s3, e3

Our Flag Means Death - s2, e4-5

D20: Burrow's End - "Bearing the Scars" (s20, e2)

D20: Adventuring Party - "Does a Bear Get Eaten Out in the Woods?" (s15, e2)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Into It - Why Are Celebrities So Bad At PR?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Tunguska Event

Pop Culture Happy Hour - The Scariest Movie I've Ever Seen

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Tolkien Takes Us Places

Vibe Check - Come Out, Come Out, Wherever You Are

Re: Dracula - October 11: Freedom of Soul

ICYMI - How a Substack Revived the Dracula Fandom

Ed Zitron's 15 Minutes In Hell - Episode 10 - Molly White

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Our Travel Expectations

⭐ 99% Invisible #556 - You Ain’t Nothin But a Postmark

Into It - Jada & Will Deserve an Oscar for Their Marriage Performance

Dear Prudence - Is It Too Early in the Relationship to Say "I Love You"? Help!

Cautionary Tales with Tim Harford - DOUBLE BILL: A Monkey For Mayor / A Screw Loose At 17,000 Feet

Smart Podcast, Trashy Books - 584. Queer Pirate Decolonization Fantasy with Maggie Tokuda-Hall

Today, Explained - America’s most successful downtown?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Stanley Hotel

⭐ Endless Thread - The Spider Web

Re: Dracula - Bonus 7: The Dracula Daily Instigator

One Year - 1955 Bonus Ep: Mary Martin’s Peter Pan

What Next: TBD - The $30,000 Zelle Scam

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

Death Rattles

Shock Rock

Witchy Grrrl Pop

Teenage Werewolf Rock

Radiooooo - Germany, 1980s

Bewitching Jazz

Halloween Rock & Pop Songs

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do you ever think about why felix was so susceptible to oliver's lies and manipulation in the first place? like the easy take-away answer is because he's a spoiled rich boy raised in an insular environment with little real world experience. but i think it's because of his relationship with elspeth. obviously the cattons are dysfunctional and all of their relationships and dynamics as well as boundaries with one another are blurry. farleigh, venetia and felix are all unusually close. i think it's because felix had also been at the receiving end of elspeth's manipulation and as oliver put it in one scene, "emotional blackmail" for many years already. all oliver's red flags are just like furniture to felix, something unobtrusive because it's nothing he hasn't seen before.

we learn from our parents and we know that elspeth likes her little charity pet projects, i.e poor dear pamela. felix has seen this charade of taking someone down on their luck in multiple times only to cast them aside once they start losing their novelty and the voyeuristic trauma porn is no longer interesting, and he started to repeat this behavior with eddie (presumably) and then oliver.

"don't bang on about it, pamela, darling." i think felix has a rudimentary understanding of how awful elspeth is because of the exchange in the library when she talks about having a fear of ugliness ever since she was young, not knowing why, and felix says "because you're a terrible person?" "don't be mean!" and there's truth to every joke. elspeth is a narcissist. this is another easy one. she's very harsh and judgemental of everyone and her kids aren't exempt from this. she's especially harsh on venetia with how quickly and easily she tells oliver about all of her shortcomings. there are no boundaries within this family about what's pertinent information and what should be kept private.

we see this play out in the very same scene when they're discussing the extent of oliver's trauma and the very specific details of it and felix is the only one who seems to chide them for the behavior. "farleigh, that's private stuff." "you told me." "in confidence." i think felix knows that anything he says is going to be repeated and treated like salacious gossip, but i can't fault him for this too much when he's doing it to build a case for why oliver should come and stay with them. cut to elspeth singling oliver out near immediately to pry out the nitty gritty details of his trauma and to seemingly console him whilst also making it about herself. "i've lost so many friends to addiction. so many dear, dear friends." felix seems genuinely embarrassed and dismayed that his mum asked oliver so many intrusive questions. he knows his family is a dysfunctional freakshow, and i think he's careful not to tip oliver off about it too much lest he goes running, by waiting until oliver gets to saltburn to tell him about some of the rules. but it's all "relaxed."

obviously after felix's death, the cattons are still clinging on to any thin veneer of normalcy in the wake of their grief, but elspeth isn't even able to say anything flattering about her son. it still comes back to her somehow, with how stupid of a choice his middle name was but she'd never imagined she'd have to see it on a headstone. it's true that felix is allowed some level of protection and dignity in his death that the other cattons don't get, but only from oliver's point of view. elspeth doesn't allow him this. he was arguably the kindest (if not most naive) of them. we see some warmth from sir james, in shock and in denial as he calls felix his darling boy and tries to warm up his body. the cattons are all still clinging to the idea that this kind of thing doesn't happen to people like them, but their affluence hadn't been able to protect them for once. they made it so easy. spoiled dogs sleeping belly up.

#─── ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ ⠀𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧.⠀ ／ ⠀ meta.#─── ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ * ⠀ 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱. ／ ⠀ essence.#/ not an eat the rich movie bc the rich are eating each other #/ anyway all of this to say . even if oliver hadn't done all that felix would've NOT made it out of that house or situation i dont think .#/ dead since the beginning etc etc

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duddeeee I saw your post and I gotta ask about Josieverse 🙏 but then I saw your Ghostface au, AND Steve has powers au and now I'm foaming at the mouth

ty for the ask!!! i'll give you a tidbit from each <3

Josieverse

aka single parent robin au! nancy comes back to hawkins after eight years to find robin has a six-year-old daughter (josie). robin and nancy fall for each other again and have to figure out whether they want to be together, because robin has josie to think of and nancy has to work out whether or not she wants to be a stepmother. (they fall in love and get together, obviously). nancy adjusting to rebuilding her relationships AND parenthood and catching up on the years she's missed... so dear to me. here's a snippet:

“I’m not a baby,” the little girl says, sounding offended. She puffs up, fixing Nancy with an indignant stare, even as she tugs Robin’s arm. “I’m six and a half.” “Josie,” Robin murmurs, perhaps in warning, but Nancy’s struck by the realisation that Robin’s bright blue eyes are staring up at her from this little girl’s face. Her mouth dries as she looks back at the girl, taking in the smattering of freckles across her nose, the features uncannily similar to photos she’s seen from Robin’s childhood. Her head snaps back up to Robin, and Robin looks guilty, confirming her suspicions. It feels like the wind’s knocked out of her all at once. “She’s yours?” Nancy whispers.

Scream AU

this one has one chapter posted on my ao3 already! students at hawkins high start getting murdered and when a few deaths hit too close to home for nancy she takes it upon herself to figure it out. who the killer is remains a mystery for now... it's focused on ronance & stobin and the older teens as a whole. here's a snippet from before everything kicks off:

“Wha’happened,” she mumbles, sinking back to rest her back against the couch. She looks at Eddie accusingly. “Why aren’t you, you know, weh.” She feebly waves a hand at him. He laughs, the bastard. “Designated driver, Wheeler.” He sits on the couch, carefully avoiding where her head is resting, and laughs again when she gives him the middle finger. “As for what happened, I shepherded all of back here last night. Steve and Robin went upstairs to find bedding for everyone, and then passed out in Steve’s bed, so they’re upstairs. You, Byers and I raided Madam Harrington’s bedroom for bedding and then slept on the floor.”

Steve has powers AU

steve has, you guessed it, powers. an ability to bring back the dead, to be precise. it's a 5+1 things fic that covers five times he gives life + one time he takes one. i haven't started writing this one as an actual fic yet, only mini threads over on my twitter, but here's a snippet:

nancy’s crying, calling jonathan’s name, and all he can think is that the universe can’t be unkind enough for joyce byers to lose both her sons. “you gotta wake up, man,” he says, aware that his voice cracks, frantically tapping jonathan’s cheek. he’s not breathing, and this is the guy who has rocked his shit not even 24 hours ago but he— he can’t be dead, not after all this. so he’s not thinking straight, is the thing. he’s holding jonathan, and he’s thinking that jonathan can’t be dead, he won’t allow it, he never again wants to hear the noise nancy made when she saw jonathan get thrown. “get up, man,” he says, urgent, desperate, and— jonathan gasps for air.

#asks #answered #sangrientojoe #my writing #my wips #my fics

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Evidence of Happier Times

Between Arkham and Gotham University, Karen’s quest to piece together what made her son…this…isn’t going half-bad. Granted, she got some funny looks, but she came out of it with pictures and a grainy video courtesy of Harleen Quinzel (nice girl, batshit insane, but nice). Harleen won’t say who took the video, just that it’s ‘an old one from the Doc and Kitty were all young and precious and ya know, he looks like ya, are ya related?’

Karen had stammered some lies about that one, but she doubts the girl bought them.

She’s afraid of the video, a little, worried it could be a snuff tape or something equally horrible, and she starts with the photographs. Most of them are serious-yearbook, staff photo-and there’s one that’s half-casual that has to be from college because God, he looks so young. He looks tired, though, and a little ill. Too thin. He’s not wearing his glasses, either, and he’s sprawled out on a too-small couch with one arm hanging off onto the floor. Whoever took the picture must have been a friend, once, because he’s looking at the camera with an expression of exasperated fondness.

She finally braves the video after several glasses of whiskey, stuffing it into the VCR in her cheap hotel room and hitting play before she can back out. She’s braced for the worst, but what comes up instead is a grainy video that picks up mid-sentence.

“--God, Eddie, why?”

“I made it! Sort of.”

She doesn’t know that voice but she doesn’t care, that’s her son, looking younger and more relaxed than he had in most of those photographs. More casual, too; he’s wearing jeans and a navy sweater and his hair’s got strands out of place. The girl on his lap is familiar, but it takes Karen a minute to recognize her as the woman that had been there that night. She’s got a glass in her hand and her red skirt’s draped over his knees. She’s grinning and her other hand is thrown loosely around Jonathan’s neck in the age-old step off, this one’s mine. Karen doubts it matters; Jonathan’s not looking at the camera, he’s looking at her and running his finger over the hem of her sweater.

The camera moves towards an older boy, more man than the others. Better dressed, too, in slacks and a button-up that’s undone at the throat. She wants to say she’s seen him somewhere before; he’s too birdy (God, that came out bitchy, but it’s true) to mistake.

“Say hi, Oswald.” The voice is cheerful and the camera wobbles a bit before steadying. “Wave to the birdy.”

“Edward, why do you have that…that…monstrosity? And does it even work?”

“The green light says it’s working! Now come on, it’s Christmas, be merry.”

The older boy-Oswald-snorts and raises a glass.

“Fuck off, dear friend.”

There’s silence and then the girl bursts into giggles.

“My God, you said a swear. Bless that camera, we’ve got proof.”

The camera tilts back. The girl is still giggling, one hand still clutching her glass and the other now gripping Jonathan’s shirt. Jonathan’s smirking a bit, but he’s still looking up at her rather than Oswald.

“Kitty, how drunk are you?”

“Shut up, I am perfectly…perfectly sober.”

The smirk widens into a grin.

“You’re the worst liar I know, and being drunk is not helping.”

Oswald snickers and the boy behind the camera laughs.

“Jon’s got a point, Kitty.”

“Fuck off, Eddie," she says at the same time Jonathan says, “Don’t call me Jon.”

“M’too drunk for more syllables.”

“Get a shot of the decorations, then, if you can do it without falling down.”

The camera turns, wobbly, to point at a single red candle next to a PEZ Santa.

“This is the tragic excuse for decorations. Look at this and weep.”

“We’re moving out in another week, be grateful the couch is still available.”

The camera goes back. Oswald is now seated on the other end of the sofa. Jonathan’s moved so he’s slouched a bit more, his free hand curled loosely around Kitty’s lower back.

This hurts. This hurts because it’s so normal; there’s hardly any trace of the stranger who had showed up at her door that night. It’s Christmas and there’s people over and he’s looking at that girl like he’s found God.

“Tell me you two aren’t going to turn this into some sort of terrible romance film,” Oswald says primly. “There are other people in this room, thank you very much.”

“How would you know what those are like, if they’re so terrible?” Kitty says, leaning backwards to look at him. Karen’s pretty sure she doesn’t topple off only because Jonathan’s got his hand there. “And you can’t use your mother as an excuse, we all know she wouldn’t touch them with a ten-foot-pole.”

“Well, actually, they’re his guilty pleasure--”

“Edward, I will murder you if you speak further.”

Jonathan laughs at that one, the shaky laugh of someone who’s had more to drink than they’ll admit.

“I’ll help you hide the body, Oswald. Or transport it to the river, at least.”

“You’re terrible at friendships.” Edward sounds reproachful. “Did you know that?”

Karen shudders and wonders if Edward is now dead.

Kitty sways a bit and Jonathan moves his hand to steady her.

“I told you you were drunk.”

“I am not, and I’ll prove it.” She sets her glass down, cracks her knuckles and grips his shirt.

“Kitty, I could still be contag--”

She kisses him. The camera swings over to Oswald, who is staring resolutely somewhere off-screen.

“Wonderful weather.”

“Indeed.”

“Sober people can’t do that,” Kitty says from off-camera. “So there.”

“Kitty.” He sounds a little out of breath. “I don’t know if it’s practice or something else, but you can do that drunk.”

“Oh, come on!”

“I’m not complaining--”

The film cuts off. Karen blinks. That’s how things should have been. Like that, maybe she’d call halfway through and there’d be the joking panic of ‘everybody be quiet, it’s my mother!’

But instead he tried to kill her and her daughter, did kill everyone else. And so many others, dear God.

She stirs and knocks a pile of photos off the bed by accident. They fall together--yearbook, staff, and hey what’s that?

It’s old, another one dating from college, but it has to be early; he’s thin, still, like he is in his high school pictures, and she’s willing to bet he’s hiding scars under that lose sweater. But he’s laughing, he’s picked up the girl and she’s pushing on his arms and she can imagine him saying, now, take it now!

She turns the picture over, curious. The handwriting is unfamiliar but precise: Jonathan Crane and Kitty Richardson, 1993. Photo credit: Edward Nygma.

She flips the picture back over and brushes her fingertip over his head.

I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.

She cries herself to sleep.

THE END

#wow this is nearly ten years old #fic #jonathan crane #kitty richardson #edward nygma #oswald cobblepot #karen keeny #timeline? never met her #some sort of 'met in college' one i guess i don't know #what was what could have been what isn't now

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OK. So I'm your prior 9:00 anon checker and wanted to say yes, I am the West Coast. So Cal to be precise. And not to add to clogging your inbox I had a curious question. Usually I wouldn't ask because like you I don't like to speculate to much. But on Buck and Eddie's sexuality.

Buck: I definitely think he's bi or pan. But also believe based on non existent parents and being raised by an awesome sister I think he would be like I love love and I love that soul mate over there label me what you wish.

Eddie, my Eddie fascinates me because if I knew Eddie in real life, straight up demisexual. Reasons...

I do believe he loved Shannon and can absolutely see how he would have bonded with her and her mom as a younger person in Texas. I think yes he was already bonded with Buck and was partially in love. But if Shannon had committed and been alive I could absolutely see him staying with her and he and Buck staying best friends. My point I think that's why it was actually important to show her severing the bond before she died.

His absolute annoyance with single people who want to hook up with him. He is skittish with them. Treats them almost as adversaries. He's already bonded to Buck but doesn't fully understand that connection yet.

The way in S5 when he does bond with fellow coworkers it is only with women that are clearly not viable dating options. Again see above, he kikis with Linda and May. They are destined to never be love interests.

Now my real life experience. One of my dear friends is and it was her experience who made me watch Eddie in a different lense. Long story short she was in love with her male friend but he was in a relationship and she couldn't figure out why she couldn't just drop it. And it was because she was demi. It's not the same as going to a bar and "getting under someone new to get over" someone. Alot of our friends couldn't get it. I did alot of research just to have her back. Because they weren't being cruel persai, just like why occurred move on. She had to slowly disengage under the guise of new girlfriend spend time with her to separate herself. It took a long time. But she couldn't move on till she muted the bond and it took time and separation he till this day doesn't know occured.

So back to Eddie, it really hit home in S5 because as I watched it, viewing Eddie as demi, it was like if he is he can't disengage himself from Buck. They share a child. There are 3 people essentially in the relationship.

And who knows, maybe I am wrong and just hoping for different representation. But it would be so validating to know that 3 years of writing were really leading up to showing a different angle of representation that most main stream viewer's don't understand.

Curious if you have ever put thought into real life Eddie and Buck and what you would think they identify as.

Hi lovely! Awwww, I’m gonna call you morning anon, if that works for you? I’m so happy to hear from you again! And please, you’re never clogging my inbox, you’re enriching me! *HUGS*

So I have to admit that I always try to manage my expectations. I’ve written before on how I think Eddie can def be seen as demi and it would fit everything we know about him in canon. I do think that when it comes to Shannon, he had feelings for her. Would those have been enough for him to commit if she hadn’t become pregnant? It’s implied in s2 that they first got married because of her pregnancy, and in 217 again, Eddie's not ready to re-commit until she tells him her period is running late. I tend to think that getting together for the wrong reasons means they wouldn’t have worked out in the long run even if Shannon would have accepted Eddie’s willingness to re-commit. I’m sure he would have given it his all, but especially after he already found his actual soulmate, I think he and Shannon would have eventually fallen apart. Well, Eddie clearly didn’t even try in s3 to get over losing someone he WAS ready to re-commit to, or in s5 losing his (seemingly platonic) soulmate by getting with someone else sexually.

But will the show give us demisexual representation? I tend to think not. TBH, most shows still struggle even with proper bi rep, let alone anything more advanced than that. And while I do think 911 is LGBTQ friendly, for a really long time (practically 5 seasons) we had NO character on EITHER 911 show to identify as bi. Even now, after Lone Star’s s3, it’s still debatable whether we have a character like that.

See, there are different ways a character can self-identify on a show:

Coming out by label: using the label in self-reference, for example someone referring to themselves as bi.

Coming out by definition: using the definition of the label in self-reference, for example talking about dating both girls and guys.

Coming out by implication: tossing out information from which one can conclude that the definition is met, for example implying having former partners of both sexes.

The third form is the vaguest of the three, but it can also come across as the most “easy going” one. It’s no big deal, it’s very normal, no need to talk about it. That can be very refreshing, although with how little bi rep there is out there, even less of it being actually good, this way might work better with gay characters than bisexual ones.

With Nancy, 911 LS seemingly tried in ep 317 to go for that. Except it ended up using an inconclusive implication. Nancy mentions she has always been taller than the people she’s dated, even if they were in 6 inch heels. This appears to imply she has dated women, but... it’s also left open for interpretation.

I mean, for one thing, the fact that someone tosses out info like that and no one reacts means a lot of viewers probably even missed that she just shared some potentially very meaningful revelation about herself with her teammates (ironic, since at the beginning of s3, she was kinda sassy with TK over not telling them he can speak Hebrew). But on top of that, it might mean she dated guys who liked to cross dress. Or guys who might have dressed up for Halloween in heels. I served in the army, you will not believe how many het cis guys loved doing that. It wasn’t necessarily about testing gender boundaries or anything inherently queer. They just wanted to joke around, and dressing up in girl clothes, including heels, fit that. They’d do it in groups, too. My point is that wearing heels doesn’t necessarily indicate Nancy’s former flames were women. It’s very likely that they were! But it’s not the only option. So because LS used inconclusive implication, we still can’t definitively say that Nancy is bi. Those of us who even caught what she said there.

Basically, if 911 is still struggling with giving us even one character that can be clearly identified as bi rep, I wouldn’t hold my breath for demi or pan rep. Even if the show lets Buddie go canon, they may choose to simply have them both identify as bi (maybe have Buck say he always knew while for Eddie it’s a revelation) or they’ll just avoid touching the issue of how one or both of them self-identifies. TBH, if the show does go that route, that’s revolutionary enough (and they’ll probably have to deal with a wave of hate from homophobic viewers) that I’m not that bothered by how or whether Buddie will self-identify. I’ll just be over here, cheering for 911 for daring to let two presumed characters go queer together. The rest I can headcanon myself. ;) Which. TBH, we shouldn’t have to, but there’s just such a LONG way left for us to travel with queer rep, I’d still be really content if the show takes this big leap forward.

I hope this answer is a good one for you, lovely Nonnie! And I hope you’re having a great morning! Sending lots of love and morning cuddles! xoxox

(If you're looking for my ask replies, here is my ask tag! xoxox)

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paris-geller-was-straightwashed · 1 year

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February Writing Challenge (5/28)

this took forever and it’s late and my back hurts now from hunching over my laptop but day five I guess!

Prompt: ‘Cupcakes’

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Chrissy Cunningham (Stranger Things)

Words: 2,504

Rating: T (aka swears from our dear Eddie)

Notes: wanting to make something truly special for chrissy, eddie sets out on his biggest adventure - baking. but, he’ll need reinforcements, hence robin buckley entering the stage this is really more friendship shenanigans then anything else, but it is a fun read; and it’s got some eddie/chrissy sweetness at the end too bc I love them :)

“….This is the reinforcements?”

Eddie was hoping for a little bit more then this – more then a one and lonely Robin standing at the steps of his motor home, dressed in her patched jean jacket and some t-shirt with a fancy art design on it.

“Yeah, well, lucky for you Nancy got called in to help with some newspaper emergency – maybe for the first time they had an influx of people actually wanting to read the school paper.” Robin said, easily moseying past Eddie as she hopped the doorstep inside. Eddie sighed, closing the door.

“I was kind of banking on Wheeler for this; didn’t really expect to get the sidekick instead..”

Robin let out a defensive ‘hey!’, but when Eddie just raised his brows, she simply shrugged and said ‘yeah I guess that’s fair..” Eddie snorted.

“If Wheeler’s out then, let’s just hope we have enough combined brains to get us through this..”

He stepped past Robin and into the kitchen – towards the spelling of his disaster. On his and his uncles rickedy, grease-stained stove, lay the spread of ingredients. Crisp bags of flour and sugar, other boxes of powders, butter sticks, another type of sugar, and the respective cupcake liners and tins. Not to mention, all the mix-matched measuring tools he had to ask to borrow off people he knew; to say him and Uncle Wayne had never even seen a fresh-baked cookie, was an understatement.

But it was Valentines tomorrow – and if Eddie could pull this off, then it’d be the perfect gift. With his baking knowledge though, it would’ve been more then dumb to attempt this solo. Hence, having to call on friends to back him up.

“Owch, first of all,” Robin followed behind him, coming up to hover over the ingredients “secondly, this cannot be hard to accomplish if school-grade kids are able to put on bake-sales.”

“Pray tell then Buckley, what baking experience do you have?”

“None, admittedly, but, you are talking to an AP science student three years running – baking is just a bunch of chemical reactions! Easy!”

“I swear to god Buckley, if these cupcakes actually explode –”

“Relax, would you?? It’s a dozen bake of cupcakes, not a university exam..”

“Did you also happen to pass the early admissions on those too?” Eddie shot back. Now, Robin glared up at him, folding her arms.

“..You know, I can easily go get Harrington instead if you think that’d be better..–”

Robin pretended to start strolling by Eddie, headed for the door – only for a thick arm to whip out and grasp hers with an accompanying hiss,

“No, wait! You can’t leave me here in my time of need! I’m desperate!”

And he was, which is probably why he immediately resorted to grovelling. He knew he couldn’t be trusted to do this on his own, already picturing himself burning the motor home down with one slip up – which would end up with both zero desserts, and also his uncle being incredibly pissed.

If he wanted these desserts perfect for her, then he needed help.

Luckily, Robin was only pulling his tail. She easily stepped back in with a grin, clasping him on the back.

“Fear not, Ozzy Osborne, we’ll have these treats lookin’ perfect for your lady.” Robin assured, leaning in over the single, worn scrap of paper she assumes is the recipe “This the recipe? Where’d the hell you even get this from?”

“Borrowed, Buckley – don’t worry about it.” Eddie hastily grabbed the worn paper with it’s hand-written instructions, scanning for the part that read ‘step 1’ and taking a deep breath “Let’s just start this nightmare, shall we?”

“I’m so glad we’re off to a positive start. Your move mistro.”

“Okay, so, first step is to preheat the oven.”

“I could’ve predicted that.”

“It says to preheat at 350..so….turn it on?”

“Yes. And set it to 350.”

“…..”

“…Where did we loose you Munson? Know what, nevermind – here, let me set it. You are aware it has to be a specific temperature, right?”

“Yeah I know that. But, like..do we have to wait till then, or can we just stick the damn things in there as it gets to 350?..”

“Good lord….”

“Alright, that’s the final dry ingredient..”

“Great, I’ve got the other bowl for the butter and sugar..”

“Why the hell is the sugar with the wet ingredients instead of the dry?”

“Hell if I know.”

“I thought you were the AP science student.”

“Hey, I just work here.”

“It says to beat until combined..”

“I’m thinking it’s time for our friend the electric mixer. How did you even get your hands on one of these anyway?”

“I have my ways.”

“You meaning to tell me you sold someone drugs in trade for a baking mixer?”

“Funny – I mean that I asked Gareth’s mom the last time I was over if I could borrow it. Lovely woman, she’s been the baking sale champ three years running.”

“And does Gareth, or even any of them, know what you’re doing?”

“Spill and you’re a dead man.”

“...Why is the flower bag upside down on the floor?”

“...Well, I could give you a long story of my deep-seated clumsiness –”

“Buckley –”

“Look, this is gunna be a really funny story later on..”

“..What..what the fuck is this suppose to say?! One teaspoon and what?!”

“Let me see – ..1 1½ teaspoon, Ed.”

“Who the hell writes it like that?! How’re you suppose to know it it’s one half of a teaspoon or one plus a half?!”

“I dunno, people who actually bake?”

“Jesus fuck, this is wizard’s chess..”

“Alright, I’m adding the mashed bananas to the mixture….and hey, look at that! We’ve got fully made batter!”

“...”

“Eddie?..”

“It says to fill the tin cups three quarters of the way full. What the fuck am I suppose to do, get a measuring ruler? Fuck, I’m just gunna fill em.”

“Do you want a ruler?”

“Don’t mock me Buckley.”

“Says 18-20 minutes to cook. You know how put on the timer at least, don’t you?”

“Fuck you yes I know how to turn on the timer!”

“….Okay that’s the oven temperature button –”

The whole kitchen was a mess.

Sugar and powders dusted the whole of the kitchen counter. Droplets of batter where spread throughout too, even with some on the walls. The sink was stacked high with dishes, making it’s own mountain. Despite trying to sweep up the flower, there were still foot prints on the floor.

And our two heroes were sitting directly down on the floor, backs against the counter and trying to catch back up to themselves, watching their confections bake in the oven.

“God..” Robin muttered “why does it feel like I got a full-body workout?..”

“Don’t throw in the towel yet Rob.” Eddie peered into the oven window, squinting to get a good look at the puffing pastries “There’s still the icing to go..”

“How could I forget..” Robin sighed; she reached up to grasp the recipe waiting on the counter, eyes slowly scanning down the page until they jumped out “Molasses frosting?!”

“Congrats on reading ahead.”

“This is way over my pay-grade Munson. You are aware they sell icing in stores, right?”

“It needs to be this one.” Eddie pressed, finally leaning back from the oven before his whole face got a tan “Alright? It’s just-it’s got to be perfect.”

Robin didn’t say anything right away. With her motor-mouth, Eddie could only take that as a bad sign. He felt her gaze boring into the side of his head, ruminating.

“...Alright, look, you’re getting an A+ in Good Boyfriend for thinking outside the box and making your girlfriend treats for Valentines. That, I won’t deny.” She eyed Eddie carefully, folding her arms back together “But what’s so damn important about these cupcakes?..”

“….Because they’re Chrissy’s favourite.” Eddie finally answered, seeing Robin perk up “She told me all about them, before..before we even started dating. She said her dad used to make her these amazing banana cupcakes, with this super sweet frosting – and there were her absolute favourite. He’d make them for her when she was really little, but..then..her mom, made her dad stop making them because, for some fucked up reason, she thought a four-year-old would get too fat..”

Eddie bit into his lip, refraining himself from more..colourful language, he wanted to use against Chrissy’s mom. From the corner of his vision, Robin was shaking her head quietly.

“And she hasn’t had one since, but she still talks about them. So, last time I was visiting her, when she took a phone call from her mom, I snuck off and stole it out of that super thick recipe book they keep atop their fridge..”

“..I knew that recipe looked way-too homemade.” Robin teased.

“God bless her dad for keeping it organized..” Eddie smiled faintly “..I mean, I coulda gotten any old stupid chocolate bear or cake or something, but..I just knew how happy Chris would be if she got to have these, so..why not go all out, you know?..”

“...Oh man..”

Eddie turned his head. Robin was grinning from ear to ear, a kind warmth glinting in the blue eyes.

“You are in trouble my friend.”

Eddie started chuckling, unable to help it. This, he knew. If any of his other friends in the Hellfire crowd tried to tease him about how down bad he was, they’d be drinking their next few school lunches through a straw. But, sitting here, almost covered in flour watching his only ever handmade cupcakes rise, well, who was he kidding?

“Yeah, probably. But, if I had to be for anyone..”

“I know. And she’s lucky too..”

Eddie caught the grin again. He was soon to smile back.

“Well hey, if they turn out edible, it’ll all be because of your knowledge Buckley. Now, how do you feel about icing?”

“Okay, we got the butter, we got the cream cheese..”

“Yeah, I’m just – fuck – I’m trying to get the mixer to work, why isn’t it turning on?”

“Oh, I unplugged it earlier – here, let me just..”

“No wait Robin not right now! –”

“Oh shit –”

“Fuck! Shit – too fast – turn it off turn it off! Buckley –”

“I got it I got it!”

“….”

“...Well that butter lives there now.”

“Given it’s stuck to the ceiling, I don’t think anyone will really notice it...”

“That’s the last ingredient; is that it? Do we have icing?”

“It looks passable. I guess we can try it. Here, take a spoon..”

“….”

“...”

“..Fuck, that is good. No wonder Chrissy still dreams of this.”

“If she doesn’t marry you for this icing alone Munson..”

“Eddie you can’t just slap icing onto the cupcake.”

“I’m not slapping – your spreading technique is taking too long anyway!”

“Good thing Chrissy isn’t with you for your presentation..”

“Have you met me?”

“And...that’s..the last..one! We friggin did it!”

“A dozen cupcakes, baked and iced.”

“They’ve got personality, at the least..”

“...I’m never fucking baking again.”

“Touche.”

Chrissy definitely wasn’t suppose to show up today.

But it was like once the final cupcake was placed on the rack, the cheery ‘hey eddie?’ heard outside the door was clearly unmistakable. I thought you said she was at cheer practice all day! Robin hissed as she hurriedly tried to move the cupcakes while Eddie hissed a she was suppose to! back.

Turns out, cheer practice had finished early, and Chrissy came by to return his jacket he’d forgotten the other day. His own attempts at nonchalance were dubious at best, but once Chrissy spotted Robin scurrying inside, and the fact that there was frosting in her boyfriend’s hair, the whole thing kinda gave itself away.

“So, you two are working through what looks like some kind of baking apocalypse..” Chrissy glanced around at the utter mess, a brow going up in amusement “just for fun or?..”

Eddie sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. In the pause, Robin saw an opportunity, leaping in with a smile.

“It may actually be because your boyfriend wanted to make you a certain dessert..”

Chrissy quirked her head. No longer able to keep it a secret, Robin stepped away from where she’d hurriedly hid the cupcakes behind the stacks of ingredients, pulling them back to reveal the fresh, warm, banana smelling desserts. Immediately, the shock of realization hit Chrissy at once, the two catching the petite gasp. The cheerleader edged forward inside the kitchen, fingers grasping out towards them.

“Are those actually..”

Eddie watched her on baited breath – hoping, and praying, there was no fall of disappointment for any discrepancies they made. When he felt Robin’s swift kick in the ankle, he shuffled forward.

“They were uh..suppose to be a Valentines gift for tomorrow...” He hated how nervous he was, trying to clear his throat “Buckley and I probably butchered the shit out of them, but..A for effort, maybe..?

Chrissy could only stand there, in this tiny kitchen that was completely decimated, just trying to take it in. The manicured, yellow fingernails reached forward to take a cupcake – delicately, as if it was made of glass – and bring it near her face, taking a slow breath in to inhale the nostalgic scent of banana. Eddie’s lips twitched.

Finally, she turned to him. The soft, almost heartbreaking smile lighting up her whole face meant everything to Eddie.

“I can’t believe..” She murmured, walking back up to him to take his hand, fitting just under his jaw “I can’t believe you remembered..”

Eddie felt himself start to smile all over too, probably looking like a goof. But he couldn’t really care when Chrissy looked so happy.

“I just...you talked about them so fondly. I knew they were your favourite.” He murmured, ducking his head down “I just uh..wanted to bring them back to you..”

Frankly, Chrissy could ask for the whole entire moon, and Eddie would do his damnedest to lasso it and bring it down for her. That much he knew. He smiled down at her.

“You should go and give one a bite Cunningham; I mean, I would, before calling it a total success –”

Chrissy jumped up from her tippy toes, throwing herself onto Eddie with arms tightly locked around his neck. The metalhead barely had time to grasp onto her in return, surprised chuckles falling out as he felt her squeezing onto him. Altogether, he melted into the embrace, soaking her in as the trademarked, faint smell of strawberry shampoo started clogging his nose. He would admit, that those banana cupcakes did smell pretty damn good – but this would always be his favourite scent.

And when Chrissy eagerly grasped around his face to pull him into a thundering kiss – Robin smiling to herself from the side – Eddie couldn’t even mind the flour that’d gotten into his socks or his burnt fingertips from trying to pull the cakes out their tins.

Worth it.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson #eddissy #hellcheer #last time I heard it was eddissy but I see everyone using hellcheer now so I guess that's what we're calling it??#eddie x chrissy #chrissy cunningham #I love how they're cheerleader insert fics for eddie as if chrissy literally is not a cheerleader #but whatever #this was an easy fic in that it's mostly dialogue which is what I'm good at #but the actual idea just took forever to write and I really honestly wanted to be done with it #so I'm sorry if it shows that #but I did it!#lord knows if I'll keep this up #I had a late dinner but now it's so much later that I'm hungry again #anyways I am tired

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