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Head canon for the head canon that Eddie doesn’t like veggies (will literally refuse to eat them unless tricked by them being hidden and he’s unaware they’re there)
When Eddie was younger and still admired his father as all kids do, his father used to tell him that eating veggies would make Eddie big and strong and cool just like him and Eddie did it because his dad was his hero.
After reality struck, Eddie refused to eat veggies and it annoyed his father to no end, especially when it started causing Eddie to get sick because he was vitamin deficient. His father hated posting the hospital bills and that made Eddie do it more even though he hated the feeling of the needles and the constant nausea and hunger. He wanted to rebel against his dad and show him that he wasn’t like him at all.
Even when his father was sent to prison, he did it unconsciously. He knew it was making him sick and he wanted to stop but it was like an eating disorder and the trauma meant he physically couldn’t keep the vegetables down. Wayne tried to ask him nicely, he tried bribing him, he even tried telling him that it would make Eddie big and strong and healthy just like his uncle Wayne. The last one resulted in Eddie panicking, he didn’t eat anything for nearly a week and completely ignored Wayne, even as he lay in a hospital bed. After that Wayne know to never try that tactic again.
The first time Wayne tried hiding the veggies, upon suggestion of Eddie’s therapist, he burped the peas under some mashed potato. Thirteen year old Eddie was happily eating his food (potato was the only vegetable he would eat) and Wayne was excited, thinking it had worked. But then Eddie paused, he shifted his mouth like he was rolling something around on his tongue and then stick it out to look at the little green sphere. When he realised what it was screamed. Wayne tried to calm him but Eddie could fill the nausea coming on. He didn’t make it to the bathroom before the whole meal came up all over the trailer floor. Wayne stopped.
The next time he tried Eddie was fifteen and had been in and out of the hospital more times in two years then the average cancer patient experienced in a life time. The most recent time it has been serious. Eddie’s weight was so low it was nearly below the limit. If he went below there was no coming back. His skin was a sickly colour and his eyes were dull. He couldn’t absorb any necessary vitamins due to lack of iron and he didn’t like going outside because the other kids stared at his pale frame. Wayne was scared. He couldn’t lose Eddie. The boy was like a son to him.
So he went to family video and found the recorded tapes of a cooking show he remembered when he was younger where the chefs made food look like different food. He watched the whole two seasons ina day and once he was finished he redoubled his efforts. This time, he pulled out a blender and put the basic ingredients for pasta sauce in along with celery, zucchini, basil, spinach and a few other herbs. He blended it then added tomato until you couldn’t taste the rest. When he served spaghetti and meatballs that bought instead of the usual tv dinners, Eddie was suspicious but he exclaimed about how god the pasta sauce was and, much to Wayne’s joy, quickly became a favourite.
Wayne tried other recipes and over time he has gotten used to secretly combining vegetables into every meal he makes. Eddie was so much healthier now. He said it was a miracle granted by his prayers to Satan but Wayne didn’t mind, so long as he was alive.
When Steve and Eddie started dating, Wayne and Steve exchanged recipes after Steve explained that he often cooked for the kids and they didn’t like greens. They bonded over cooking and the next Christmas, Steve have warned his own copy of those old cooking tapes.
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Wayne Munson only gives Steve his blessing once he realizes that since dating Steve, the amount of fruits and vegetables that Eddie consumes on a weekly basis has skyrocketed. (Eddie doesn’t know that he’s eating fruits and veggies because Steve hides them in the meals he makes like he does with the kids.) When Eddie does finally realizes what Steve’s done, he has a meltdown that rivals Mike when he’s cut off from calling El. It’s only when Steve points out that Eddie is being a real Mike about it that Eddie settles down and starts acting like an adult (re: complains unceasingly to Gareth about it until Gareth finally tells him that if he isn’t going to appreciate everything Steve does for him then Gareth is going to steal his man.)
#jokes on gareth the real threat is Jeff#Jeff and Steve exchange recipes and then Jeff’s cleric dies rather suddenly#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#wayne munson#steddie headcanon
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Saw someone say El gets found by Wayne instead of Mike and the gang to which I say hell yeah.
Waynes working late at the plant when hears these noises coming from the woods, then a girl with a shaved head rushes out to grab his coworkers sand which they’d forgotten about hours ago.
She dirty, wearing a hospital gown, and he approaches her. Asks if she has a place, and she’s so fidgety that he’s shocked she hasn’t run away. She must see something to trust in him because when he asks if she wants some real hot food, she says yes.
He grabs an extra coat from his trunk so she can cover up and brings her through a drive through, lets her eat her food in the back while drives back to the trailer. It reminds him of Eddie, when his father had first gone to jail. His hair was buzzed and he was cagey, but was quick to pick through his burger and fries.
He brings her home, learns her name is Eleven, and Eddie meets her. He’s excited to meet her an quickly gives her the nickname El which just sticks. She warms up to the pretty quickly.
About a week after she first gets there, Steve Harrington shows up, trying to get weed for Tommy because the fuckers to lazy to get it himself.
She pokes her head out of Eddie’s room and sees him. She immediately comes out. “Shit,” Eddie mutters, “El, just stay in there another minute.” But she doesn’t, she goes straight up to Steve and just stares.
“Pretty…Pretty hair.” Steve beams, and crouches down to her level. “Thank you. Wanna touch it?” He asks. She nods enthusiastically, starry eyed as she reaches out and runs her hands through it.
“Didn’t know you had a little sister, Munson.” He raises a brow between the two. Eddie doesn’t reply, just stares at the sight.
“I- Uh, yeah.”
“You don’t,” Steve starts, pauses. El’s still playing with his hair when he continues. “You don’t smoke anything around her, right?”
Eddie is quick to shake his head, “Jesus! No Harrington, I only do it when I’m out of the house.”
El pauses. “..Harrington? You are Steve then.”
Steve nods, and Eddie’s are blown wide mouthing nononono, “Yeah, why?”
“He talks about you sometimes.” She shrugs, and pulls away, before looking up at the long-haired guy who looked embarrassed.
“Eggos.” She states. He nods, “Alright, Harrington, the goods, they might take a minute.”
“Dude, are you serious? It’s like 3pm.”
“So? The girl wants Eggos, why not?”
“Because it’s not healthy?” He sighs, gets up, and walks into the kitchen like he owns it. He opens the fridge door, and the freezer. “Do you have panko crumbs and cooking oil?”
He approaches, and leans against the bar, a bit hunched so he doesn’t knock down a hanging mug with his head. “It’s a no on the panko, but we’ve got some veggie-oil.”
Steve grabs eggs and chicken from his fridge and setting them on the counter, and begins opening random cabinets. He gets to the one with the food and grabs half-eaten lays chips, flour, and oil. “Got any seasoning?”
“Dude, what are you even doing?” He asks, El comes up beside him and jumps onto the counter. Steve opens another cabinet and grabs a couple seasonings. “Cooking real food.”
“Well aren’t you a little house-wife.” He snorts as Steve takes a pan off a nearby hook and puts it on the stovetop. His eyes widen, “Oh wait, you’re serious?”
“Uh,” Steve fills it with a little bit of oil, “Duh?” He gets a couple bowls out, cracks some eggs into one, another he puts flour and some other shit into.
He pushes the bag of lays to El, “Can you crunch all of these into tiny pieces?” Before going back to whatever he was doing.
In the end, the chicken tastes good. El loves it, and when Steve leaves she mourns him.
“I like him. He’s nice.”
Steve starts coming over everyday, usually during lunch but sometimes dinner, and makes them foods.
She meets the party who are looking for Will when Steve suggests she meet some friends from Hawkins, and introduces her to Nancy’s little brother.
Eventually, they all get sucked into the upside down when Eddie learns she has powers, and Steve fights the demo-gorgon.
Then El disappears and they’re all super upset, and when they found out that’s she was alive they’re pissed.
She still loves Hopper, but she also loves Wayne so they do weekend swaps and shit.
Steve starts greeting Eddie at school, hanging out with him sometimes. Eddie notices how he doesn’t let anyone touch his hair, but the way that anytime El asks he’ll gladly let her.
Idk, I think it’s sweet. Wayne gets another kid he adores, Eddie as her lame-but-cool-to-her older brother, and Steve as the babysitter, not just for her but Eddie too, because he’s also not allowed Eggos at 3pm are you fucking kidding me??
El is at Hoppers the week the whole star court thing happens and him and Wayne goes to pick her up and she’s sobbing, and Steve’s got his face beaten in.
When Joyce suggests she being El with her to California, Eddie doesn’t want her too, but Wayne thinks it’s best so they hug goodbye.
Steve still drops by everyday.
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#el hopper#wayne munson#jim hopper#eleven stranger things#steddie#eddie munson x steve harrington#steve harrington x eddie munson#stranger things ficlet#steddie ficlet#crisisinverted17
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they’re cooking together in the station loft, on veggie chopping duty while bobby’s in his office when buck brings up the not-shannon situation.
“y’know, i would’ve assumed people so worked up about catholic guilt wouldn’t cheat.” it’s said lightly. teasingly. a joke.
it doesn’t land like one.
“there are worse sins.” it’s a defense and an excuse and an attempt at rationalizing the situation. compartmentalizing it. the line of his shoulders is rigid and he’s not actually chopping anything, knife resting against the cutting board. buck looks at him, studies the side of his face.
“adultery is pretty high up.”
eddie still doesn’t look at him. focuses on the zucchini.
“there are worse sins,” he repeats, so soft but so pointed. sharp, almost. fragile, too. a thin piece of glass that’ll hurt you as you break it.
“eddie—“
he looks up at him. his expression is heavy and colored with grief and guilt and fear. buck gets it. wishes he didn’t. wishes he knew how to help. eddie clears his throat. “pass the salt?”
#911 spoilers#911 abc#buddie#eddie diaz#yippee yippee cheating and catholic guilt and internalized homophobia yippee!!!!#bia.fic#kinda this ones a lil drabble
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One Kid Gone, Another Up and Vanished
ok wow a lot of you really love my Eddie in the UD with Will au and want that in fruition, huh… so by popular demand here’s like a very rough oneshot. Basically a first draft that sets up the overall plot until i write a better one someday in the future
Edit: I lied, here’s the other parts (ongoing): Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 now on ao3!
Wayne doesn’t hear the news of Will Byers’ disappearance until the afternoon workers come in. Within minutes, the whole plant is buzzing with bewilderment and sympathy. But there is also an underline of fear that struck some of the hearts of the family men. Hawkins hadn’t seen any child disappearance cases, at least not since Wayne moved to the town in the last decade.
He is worried about the boy, especially for the Byers family. He doesn’t know Joyce too well, but they’ve talked plenty at Melvard’s with stories of their boys being quietly mischievous. Wayne sent a silent prayer that Will can be found soon and bring his mother peace.
He doesn’t speed the drive way home, but it’s damn close. He just wants Eddie to be home safe without some boogeyman taking him away.
Thankfully, his nephew is on the couch and watching a movie. He greets Wayne with a lazy wave, “Weren’t enough leftovers so I made some dinner. Hope you won’t die from my veggie soup.”
Wayne ruffles his hair - which had grown past his ears now - and sits next to him. “You heard about the Byers boy?”
“Hm, yeah. Everyone was talking about it. Saw Jonathan putting up the flyers too.” Eddie says, his eyes still on the TV.
Wayne puts an arm around him, making Eddie look at him. “Ya know that if you ever go missing, I’ll search even the lands of Hell for you.”
Eddie’s quiet. He stares with misty eyes, which he quickly blinks away. Then he lightly shoves at Wayne’s ribs. “‘Course, you would, old man. I’m the only family you care about.”
“Hey, don’t go disrespecting your cousins like that.” Wayne jokes back, making Eddie laugh. The two of them watch the movie in comfortable silence until Wayne has the mind to get up and shower.
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It’s a double shift today. It means extra pay but it also means Wayne wouldn’t be home until early morning. He tells Eddie this before leaving and Eddie says it’s fine as usual, only that he had band practice so he’ll be coming home late. Wayne tells him make sure to stay safe too.
The next morning comes as the second day of Will Byers’ disappearance. Wayne is predictably sore and tired, but his mind remains sharp as stone.
It’s why he doesn’t miss that Eddie’s van isn’t parked next to the trailer.
The small pebble of concern forms in his stomach, but he brushes it off. Eddie’s been going to go to school early lately so it’s not unusual.
But that pebble feels like a rock when he heads to the kitchen and finds no note on the table.
When Wayne first took in Eddie, who was skittish and mute back then, he started writing notes and leaving them next to Eddie’s plate of breakfast. It was little things like ‘eggs are better runny’ and ‘don’t remember toast being this toasted’. A way to get the boy to slowly open up. Not only it worked, but Eddie soon started writing his own notes, mostly of jokes that always made Wayne laugh heartedly.
Even at seventeen, Eddie never missed a day of breakfast without a note.
Wayne makes himself take a deep breath. There wasn’t any reason to get worried. Eddie might’ve been tired or was in some kind of rush. But even then, he would make doodles to make up a lack of written words.
Just check him at the school. He’ll still be there, even if he’s missing classes.
So Wayne leaves and drives en route to Hawkins High, the secret bane of his existence. (Not that he’ll confess that to Eddie. His nephew already has enough of an ego.)
But as he turns at Cherry, he nearly crashes himself into the trees. Because at the corner, parked hazardously at the side, is Eddie’s van.
Wayne gets out in record time, but forces himself to a slow pace. He hopes that anger wouldn’t be on his face when he finds Eddie on the driver’s seat.
But Eddie isn’t in the driver’s seat. In fact, the door is half open. As if it was meant to close but had no force behind it. The front of the van also looks crushed in.
That pebble or rock in his gut grows bigger and heavier when Wayne spots a red handprint stained on the wheel.
Somewhere further in the woods, the search party calls out Will’s name. Wayne is the only one to call out for another.
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Earlier
Eddie scowled at his bandaged left wrist. He mentally sent a thousand curses for Luka Belinski to jail for a thousand years. The crime? He showed off how easily he can flip his switch knife without getting cut, creating a jealous curiosity within Eddie to try and do the same action. Now his ability to play another instrument was impaired forever!
Seriously, fuck the clarinet players.
He sighed, starting up his van’s engine. He pulled out of the school parking lot, waving to a few peers as he hit the road. He waited until the school was out of view that he changed the radio to David Bowie.
He was in a bad mood. Sue him. Not that anybody can find out.
As he sang along to “Watch That Man”, he felt his left palm oddly sticky. He lifted it up and saw that some of the blood had dripped out his bandage.
“Shit-” was all he said before something crashed in the front of his van. He swore even more loudly, turning the wheel too quickly and pressing the brakes. He thought he heard a loud wail before the van went off the road and finally stopped.
Eddie shakily got out of the van, nearly falling over. His hand pressed against his chest, feeling his wild heartbeat. Before he could inspect the damage, he heard a pained growl. He whipped around and saw a thing standing up long and tall with a face that opened up like the devil’s Venus Flytrap.
What the fuck?!
He ran into the woods. Yeah, nope nope nope fuck that.
Branches snapped behind him and he felt a clawed hand grabbing the back of his jacket. He fell to the ground, screaming and kicking his legs out as he was dragged. His good hand reached out to the scratch the monster’s arm, but his nails barely dug into the gross skin.
There was a weird swoop of vertigo as if Eddie was thrown up in the air. He remained on the ground though, but not until he was actually thrown across. His back hit against a tree, knocking him out for a second.
When his vision cleared, it was to the horrific closeup of the Venus Flytrap face. Eddie opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out. The monster growled, its weird toothy mouth drooling over him. He shut his eyes, hoping that he would die painlessly and that Wayne wouldn’t find his body.
Then the monster growled again, with some weird fleshy sounds. Eddie dared to peek an eye open. Its face-mouth was shut and it looked around. Then it hopped to all fours and ran off to another direction.
He forced himself to wait for a full minute before he ran again.
There were few things Eddie realized. One: he had no idea where the fuck he was. Two: he had no idea what the fuck was that thing. Three: holy shit monsters were real and he almost died. Four: was it snowing?
He slowed down his run and reached a hand out. A few snowflakes slowly landed on his fingers, but it didn’t melt or felt cold. It wavered around before he blew them off.
He looked around, trying to guess which way was the road, and saw even something more weird. There were vines practically everywhere. The ground was littered with them. They curled around tree trunks and hang off the branches. Eddie was pretty sure that none of that even existed in the Hawkins woods.
Something blurred to his far right and growled. Eddie went back to running.
He looked back to see if that monster was back and fell off a small ledge. He tumbled and rolled with a yelp, feeling one of his ankles spike in pain. He scrambled to get back on his feet and made direct eye contact with Will Byers.
Seeing the kid’s missing posters everywhere had Eddie memorize the face. Bowlcut hair with a dimpled smile and cheerful eyes. But the kid’s eyes were fearful as he hid under a den of twisted roots.
“Uh…” Eddie said because what the fuck, he just found the missing kid.
Another growl, closer this time.
Will’s eyes snapped up, gesturing wildly to Eddie. “Here, here, quick!”
Eddie crawled in record time into the root den, barely fitting next to Will. He clamped a hand over his mouth as the sounds of the monster approached right above them. It made more sniffing and growling sounds, each one sounding closer…
He glanced at Will, who held a small rock in his hand. For a second, Eddie thought if the kid was gonna hit the monster with it. Instead, Will swiftly threw the rock to his left where it landed loudly against the bushes.
The monster roared so loud Eddie thought his ears burst. It scampered off to the rock’s direction and then everything was quiet.
Will poked his head out and nodded, “It’s gone.” Then he looked at Eddie and Eddie looked at Will.
He brought his hand down from his mouth, suddenly feeling lightheaded. “Don’t tell them I listened to Bowie.”
The last thing Eddie saw and heard before fainting was Will tilting his head in confusion and asking, “What?”
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tagging these lovely people for their excitement over this silly au: @unclewaynemunson @steves-strapcollection @hellion-child @sidekick-hero @mmmmwaffles94 @demolitionjetstar @hbyrde36
#klaus writes#stranger things#eddie munson#wayne munson#will byers#*jazz hands* surprise#eddie and will in the upside down au
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In Which Eddie Goes to Support Group
My version of last night's Buddie scene
Eddie: Thanks for doing this, baby
Buck: Of course! Do you really think I’ll miss the opportunity to hang out with my favorite little guy?
Chris: I’m not little anymore, Buck!
Buck: You’ll always be little to me
Eddie: Don’t get up to too much fun without me. Or I’ll feel left out
Buck: Don’t worry, baby. We won’t have any fun without you. We’ll stick to the boring stuff like putting together a puzzle
Eddie: That’s still too much fun. But don’t worry, I’ll be back from group before 9
Buck: Take your time. Group is important. We’ll wait up.
Eddie: Love you both so much
Buck: Yeah, yeah, we love ya too
Eddie: Make sure he eats his veggies and doesn’t just fill up on popcorn
Buck: I will. I’ve been taking care of him since he was 8, remember?
Eddie: I was talking to Christopher
Buck: I take it back. I hate you. And you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.
#eddie diaz#evan buckley#christopher diaz#buddie#911 abc#incorrect quotes#incorrect 911 quotes#911edit#my gifset
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Chapter One: The Big Bang
Alien!Eddie Munson x Farmer!Reader
A/N: First chapter! I have big plans for this series! This chapter is short just to get everything set up. Next chapter is going to be much longer.
Series Summary: Your dull life gets flipped upside down when a stranger crash lands on your farm. When the mystery of what he is unravels, he takes you and your heart for a ride that is out of this world.
Warnings: Cussing, Blood, 18+ Only, Minors DNI
Wordcount: 2k (just an intro, next chapter is going to be longer)
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Days on the farm always went the same. Wake up at the crack of dawn, feed the chickens, milk the cows, collect the eggs, check the plants, fix whatever was broken that day, etc.
It was obviously a very exciting life to live.
And that was just the days that you didn’t also work at the vet clinic in town. A job that you had picked up part time because the farm money wasn’t always great, and you didn’t want to eat up all of your inheritance right away.
The farm and the two story home that sat on it was passed down to you through your family for generations. It wasn’t something you wanted to do. You never grew up with big dreams to become a farmer even though you had spent your whole life since you could walk helping to take care of it. But how could you look your sick grandfather in the eye and tell him that you weren’t going to take care of the farm that he had spent his whole life building?
You were sweating gallons as the hot summer sun beat down on your head. You unloaded the fresh milk, eggs, and some veggies from the back of the truck to take to the local market. The owner and old friend of your family, Phil, always welcomed whatever you could bring him to sell.
The “market” was a giant dirt parking lot with rows of tables for people to come sell things they made, grew, or just didn’t want in their house anymore. It was a very relaxed place where anyone could pop up. There had been plenty of times you had seen upset wives selling off their husbands things because he had forgotten to take out the trash again.
You didn’t like standing at a table all day, so you just passed your goods over to Phil who would sell them for you.
You liked to keep your trips into town short. There once was a time when you were always out and socializing with people. But since highschool graduation, you haven’t been able to stand it.
“Hey,” Phil’s niece, Tammy, called as she approached, lifting up one of the crates and carrying it with you as you walked.
“Thanks.”
“No problem,” she grunted as she dropped them on the table. You winced, hoping that the eggs didn’t crack. If you had thought about it you wouldn’t have ever let your clumsy friend anywhere near that crate.
“Have you decided whether or not you're coming out with us this weekend?” She asked, a gloved hand on her hip.
You had been thinking of a way to politely tell Tammy hell no everytime she brought it up. She had been diligently planning your mutual friend, Chrissy’s, birthday celebration for the past month. Even though there wasn’t really much planning that could go into a night at the bar.
“I still don’t know my schedule…” You trailed off awkwardly, going to grab another crate from the truck.
“You don’t know your schedule for this week? I feel like that’s not true considering you only work two days a week.”
You whirled on Tammy, offended at what she was saying. “You know I work twenty four-seven with the farm.”
Tammy winced, knowing that she had said the wrong thing. “I know. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just trying to get you to relax. You eat, sleep, and breathe that place. When’s the last time you went out?”
“I’m out right now.”
“Five minutes at the farmers market doesn’t count,” she sighed with a shake of her head at the ridiculousness of that statement. “You know,” she said as she leaned against the truck. “You’ve become so much of a recluse that some of the kids in my class were telling ghost stories about the spooky old farm outside of town.”
“Good. I hope you told them I have ghost chickens or something,” you said as you closed the tail bed with a slam, flecks of old yellow paint fluttering to the ground.
You slowly drove down the dirt driveway leading to the house, wincing whenever you hit a pothole. That would be the next thing you needed to fix around here.
It was only the afternoon and the most pressing matters had already been handled for the day. You were mentally trying to decide if you wanted to start painting the house or the chicken coop with all the new paints you had picked up after the market.
Your thoughts of a peaceful afternoon stalled when you saw what was standing in the middle of your driveway. You slammed on your brakes, pushing the metal all the way to the floor. Your upper body jolted towards the steering wheel and hit it with a thud.
You hissed between your teeth, rubbing at the sore spot on your chest from the impact.
“Really?” You groaned, climbing out the truck. “I almost hit you!”
Comet , of course, did not respond. She just stood there, staring up at you with big eyes as she chewed on some grass.
Out of all of your cows, Comet was the escape artist. If there was a weak piece of fence, she was going to go through it. Who knows how many times you’ve had to hunt her down and drag her back to the field.
At least this time she made it easy for you to find her. There was one time she made it all the way to your closest neighbors yard and destroyed their perfectly manicured lawn. You still apologized everytime you bumped into him in public.
She let you guide her back to the field without any fuss. Fixing the fence was easy, but you knew you'd have to replace the whole thing eventually.
Times like these made you regret allowing yourself to be talked out of college by your cousins. They had insisted you stay home and take care of the farm to keep it in the family like your grandfather wanted. But not one of them had even offered to help or even visited since you took over.
You could only imagine who you would be right now if you had left this all behind you like the original plan.
Later that night, you collapsed on the couch in your pajamas. Your muscles finally relaxing after a long hot shower. Some grainy sitcom played silently on the muted TV.
You curled up with your sock covered feet tucked underneath you; a fluffy blanket sprawled across your lap. You open the first page of the book you had picked up at the supermarket checkout line the other day. It looked good, but what really drew your eye to it was the half naked man holding the damsel in distress on the cover.
The look on Mr. Calvin’s face as he checked you out was priceless. Almost made the social interaction worth it.
A smut filled book was about all of the action you were going to get these days. Well, that and your trusty vibrator.
You held the book in front of you, diving into the first page when a bright flash of purple light lit up your windows followed by a loud boom. The couch shook underneath you from the deafening volume. Some of your grandmother's old knick knacks clattered together loudly on the shelf.
You jumped up, book forgotten on your coffee table.
The weather forecast hadn’t said anything about there being a thunderstorm tonight. Especially not one with purple lightning and ground shaking thunder.
You slipped your boots on over your pajama pants and threw open the front door. You climbed down your porch steps and stared up at the sky just to find it completely clear with not a rain cloud in sight.
So definitely not a thunderstorm. There was only an eerie silence greeting you. Not even the crickets were singing anymore.
You looked around confused on what the hell that boom could have been. You decided the best thing to do was to check the animals and go back inside for the night. The next time you went into town you could ask around and see if anyone else had heard it.
The chickens were safe in their coop, still locked up.
You looked over at the cow field and started to count.
“One, two, three- No. One, two, three, four- Shit,” you mumbled to yourself when you realized you were missing a cow.
You stomped over to the field, knowing exactly which cow would have been the one to somehow use the weird lightning as a means to escape.
You had just made it through the fence when you saw the smoke billowing up to the sky from the middle of the field.
Instead of doing the reasonable thing and going back inside to call 911, you took off running towards it.
You found Comet standing over the smoking whatever it was, chewing on some grass.
“Comet, what the hell did you do-” The words died in your throat as you took in the scene before you.
In the middle of your cowfield was a large hunk of broken metal. Shiny pieces of what looked like purple translucent glass was scattered around it, sparkling in the grass like little fallen stars even though there was no light for them to reflect off of. The smoke was thick with a sweet scent to it that made you cough as you frantically tried to wave it out of you and Comets faces.
The large hunk of metal looked like some sort of circular vehicle that had the top ripped off.
You realized quickly that whatever this thing was, it hit the ground pretty hard based on the deep puncture wound in the earth where it was embedded.
You moved past Comet, who was not helping the situation at all with her presence. Plus, if this thing was going to blow or something you’d rather it hit you than her.
The smoke cleared slowly, like whatever was on fire had extinguished itself. You had a better view now at whatever was inside the mysterious object.
One look had you thinking that maybe you should have called for help before coming out here. There, in what looked to be a seat in front of some sort of steering wheel was a man.
“Oh, shit. Hey,” you called, not wanting to get too close in case the thing started smoking again.
“HEY!!!” You tried again, louder this time and waving your arms.
You moved closer and peered inside. The man had long dark hair that fanned over his face. His skin was pale and the only injuries that were visible was a gash on his forehead dripping a green liquid. You thought, at first, that maybe something had sprayed into his face, but the green was pouring out of his wound like blood. Some of the green was splattered onto the two handled steering wheel in front of him too.
That couldn’t be right.
His chest rose and fell so slowly that you nearly mistook him for a corpse.
He wore a black, long sleeve shirt and tight black pants that looked similar to leggings. The material looked soft like satin. You reached your hand out to nudge his shoulder and was surprised to feel that it was hard like metal or chainmail and cool to the touch despite the way it looked.
What if this was some type of military testing that fell from the sky? If that was the case then they should be out here to get him soon. Right?
You moved slightly closer to the man and reached out with your pointer finger and poked him right in the flesh of his cheek so hard that his lips squished to the side. His skin felt cold and clammy against yours, making your wishful thinking about him just being knocked out go down the drain.
You slowly backed up, deciding now was the time to call for help.
The man's hand shot up so quickly you didn’t see it coming. One second it was on his lap, and the next it was clutched around your wrist tightly, holding you in place. You tugged on your arm, your instincts going against being restrained and telling you to make a run for it.
You stopped your fighting when you looked back at the man and saw two curious brown eyes staring back at you.
Just a short intro to these two. Next chapter should be up next Wednesday (if I get it done sooner I'll post it early) Let me know what you think
#eddie munson au#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson series#eddie munson imagine#eddie stranger things#eddie munson x you#alien!eddie munson#alien!eddie munson x reader#stranger things fan fic#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fandom#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x fem!reader#eddie munson x afab reader
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— cherry chapstick 𐐪𐑂 stepdad!eddie
𐐪𐑂 summary → your stepdad knows that he shouldn’t feel the way that he does about you. but how can something that’s so wrong, feel so right when it’s happening?
𐐪𐑂 content → darkfic, dark!eddie munson, housewife kink, stepdad!eddie munson, stepcest, infidelity kink, innocence kink, corruption kink, daddy kink, size kink, virginity kink, cigarettes, alcohol, dacryphilia, masturbation mention (m and f receiving), kind of an oc but written in second person, only one small descriptor of reader’s body, reader is much smaller than eddie, cnc, somnophilia—eddie peeks at reader’s pussy while she’s sleeping, extreme mutual pining, perv!eddie, cumming in panties, dubcon if you squint, but the acts are very much consensual, literally just filth, 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI
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part two
it was wrong, the way that eddie thought about you. it was downright sinful. possibly illegal, depending on what state you’re in. he shouldn’t imagine your cherry lips wrapped around his cock while he strokes himself to finish. shouldn’t think about the way you sound when he fingers you open. shouldn’t imagine how you touch yourself late at night. shouldn’t picture what you’re hiding under those cute little skirts you’ve always got on. and he definitely shouldn’t imagine it’s your cunt wrapped around his thick length instead of your mom’s late at night.
° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ
his pants tightened when you called his name. when you gave him that innocent look as you asked him a simple question. when you needed him to do simple tasks for you because you couldn’t do them yourself. eddie just wanted to wrap you up in a pretty bow and keep you in his pocket forever.
his pants tightened when you called his name. when you gave him that innocent look as you asked him a simple question. when you needed him to do simple tasks for you because you couldn’t do them yourself. eddie just wanted to wrap you up in a pretty bow and keep you in his pocket forever.
his pants tightened when you called his name. when you gave him that innocent look as you asked him a simple question. when you needed him to do simple tasks for you because you couldn’t do them yourself. eddie just wanted to wrap you up in a pretty bow and keep you in his pocket forever.
you skipped into the garage, eddie was laid under his pickup truck as you knocked twice. “daddy?” you called out softly. he slid out from under the car and smiled up at you.
“hi there lemon drop” he grinned widely, winking up at you. “whatcha need?” he asked.
“wanted to ask what you want for dinner” you smiled a bright, innocent smile. one that made his pants impossibly tighter. “mom’s gone on another business trip, so it’s just us this week” you told him, picking at your nails.
he hummed softly as he thought. “how about we order a pizza?” he asked, shooting a charming grin your way.
“no no no” you shook your head, furrowing your brows as you frowned. “just cus mom’s not home doesn’t mean i’ll let you go all willy nilly eating fried and greasy foods” you teased, poking at his tummy as he was now standing in front of you. “we can have pizza on friday, but tonight i’m cooking” you nodded definitively.
eddie smiled adoringly down at you. he hated to admit it, but he loved it when your mom was out of town. you doted on him extra when she was gone. made sure he slept, ate well, and drank enough water. even got him beers and cleaned up after him. he constantly assured you that you didn’t have to, and he could do it for himself. but you’d just giggle, scrunching up your cute little nose and telling him you liked taking care of him. that made eddie’s heart flutter.
“fine fine, you little bugger” he laughed, ruffling at the top of your hair. “how bout some cheeseburgers yeah? can throw on a veggie burger for yourself, ‘n we’ll do french fries ‘n maybe you can make that salad you do so well baby?” he posed with a smile.
“anything for you daddy!” you chirped with a wide smile. “need anything before i start dinner?” you asked, tilting your head as you gazed up at him.
“can you grab me a beer, n my cigarettes and lighter, sweet thing?” he smiled softly. you nodded and skipped off. you grabbed his pack of camels and a can of iron city. you went back out to the garage, cracking open the beer and holding the cigarette box out to him.
“thank you sweet thing” he half smiled as the cigarette hung from his lip. he lit it up and took a drag, kissing your head before exhaling, and allowing you to skip back off to the kitchen.
° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ
just as eddie asked, you made burgers, french fries, and a blt vinaigrette salad. you kept the bacon bits on the side, however, as you did not eat meat. you stepped out into the garage, apron wrapped around your waist, and smiled. “wash up daddy, dinner’s done” you informed him with a small smile.
eddie’s tip leaked when he caught sight of you. the tight tie of the apron accentuated the curve of your waist perfectly. you’d clearly gotten hot while cooking, as you had a claw clip holding up your hair. your shirt had come off, and your small boobs were curved perfectly at the top of your tank top, nipples hard as he drank you in. you were truly a goddess. and he hated himself for how much he wanted to wreck your tiny body.
pin you down onto your pretty pink sheets and pound your tight little cunt untill your headboard left a dent in the wall. his mind was flooded with the thought of you. your tight cunt gripping his thick cock. crying for him and telling him it was too much for your little virgin pussy to handle. whining and crying out—“daddy?” your small voice snapped him out of his sinful thoughts. he blinked, and now realized your head was tilted to the side as you looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “did you hear me? said wash up for dinner. ‘s ready,” a cute smile spread across your lips, and suddenly eddie felt guilty for the way that he thought about you. you were too innocent for that. he needed to ease you into it. take it slow on your pretty little body.
“yeah, princess. sorry, got distracted for a second” he smiled softly down at you. “go set the table while daddy washes up, hmm?” he asked softly. you nodded as you followed his orders. before skipping off to the kitchen, you left a small kiss to his cheek, edging on the corner of his lips.
he watched your little ass sway as you walked back into the kitchen. eddie needed a shot. maybe even a therapist. he sighed quietly as he walked up to the bathroom. he washed his hands and splashed some cold water on his face before walking back downstairs. you had the placemats set out, his beer and his plate at his spot, while you had a glass of water at the spot right next to him.
your hair was out of the clip now, back down your shoulders and the clip was on one of the strings of your tank top. eddie’s cock had been rock hard in his pants since you first walked into the garage. he needed so fucking bad to rub one out, and soon before he burst in his pants. he felt like a teenager again. a horny virgin with no control over his cock. he sat beside you at the table and smiled at you. “it looks amazing, sweetheart” he complimented.
“thanks daddy” you giggled before digging in. dinner went by relatively silently, eddie only commenting on how good the food was while you thanked him. other than that, no words were exchanged between the two of you.
° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ°
once dinner was finished, eddie helped you clean up the table and do the dishes. “so daddy, my friend was tellin’ me about this movie called dead silence” you began as you dried the dishes while he washed them. “sounds really good n i wanna watch it… think we can rent it on amazon” you offered with a small smile. “o-or we can.. can go to bed” you shrugged nervously when he took a few beats to answer. you didn’t want to bother him.
“does my little princess want a movie night?” he asked, teasing smirk as he playfully flicked the water at you. you squealed as you giggled, bobbing your head up and down exuberantly. “well if that’s what the princess wants, then that’s what she’ll get!” he decided. “go on and get into your pjs honey. i’ll do the same n we’ll get a nice blanket fort set up right here in the living room, sound good?” he checked.
you giggled as you nodded once more. you put the dishes away and skipped up to your room. little to eddie’s knowledge, you wanted eddie just as much as—if not more than—he wanted you. you’d wanted him for a while now. he was too young for your mom. too kind and gentle. she didn’t deserve him. eddie deserved the world. he deserved someone who could make him feel good, please him. not someone old fashioned that came home from work and complained about being too tired to blow him or make him feel good.
all you knew, is that if eddie was your’s, you’d be on your knees for him every night. stuffing your mouth full of that big fat cock that you can see outlined on his sleep shorts. you’d give eddie any hole he wanted. prepare yourself for him. lay spread eagle and naked on the bed when he let you know he had a tough day at work. you’d give eddie your body, and let him fuck him like he owned it.
sure, you were a virgin, but you watched enough twitter porn to know what you liked. when you were humping the jumbo avocado toast squishmallow he’d bought you for christmas. or even that cute bunny teddy he’d got you on his way home from work one time. the little pink button nose felt so good against your needy little clit. and you’d hump and hump untill you’re little cunt was so overstimulated that you were crying, and your cute little bunny was soaked in your cum. you always felt bad after, and asked eddie to wash it for you. and you wondered if he knew what you did with that pretty pink bunny he bought you.
you’d made it your mission to get eddie to fuck you while your mom was on this business trip. you had at least two weeks to tease him until he was practically on his knees begging to fuck you. and you’d give it to him. in any hole that he wanted.
you changed into your little satin pink short and crop top set, brushed your hair back into a ponytail and skipped back downstairs. your “innocent” smile was one of triumph when you saw eddie eyeing your legs. eyes glazing over your body. he wore a pair of basketball shorts, and you caught the outline of his thick cock hardening as you eyed his chest. you loved movie nights with eddie. he was shirtless, allowing your eyes to travel all along the small tattoos littered on his upper half.
“ready daddy?” you asked softly, gesturing to the fort he’d set up on the couch.
“ready princess” he nodded. you squeaked in blitheness, and rushed over to the fort. you had your pink bunny in your hands, setting him atop your lap as you got cozy on your end of the couch. eddie sat across from you on the other couch cushion, the movie had already been rented, the popcorn and drinks set out and the fairy lights around the fort were on. once the two of you had gotten comfortable, he pressed play on the movie.
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when your friend told you about the movie, they failed to mention how scary it was. you had been nervously inching towards eddie as the movie progressed. “you okay princess?” eddie asked when he felt your body heat up against his arm.
“it’s scary…” you whispered shyly. eddie softened a bit. he opened his arms, inviting you to curl into him so you could hide behind him at all the scary bits. you welcomed his invitation, curling into his side and allowing him to wrap his arm tightly around you as you set the bowl of popcorn on his lap. you were comfortable against him, thinking about how much you could get used to the feeling of being wrapped in your daddy’s arms. you hid behind his arm at all the jump scares, trying your hardest not to cry, up untill the movie was over.
“you gonna be okay to go to bed honey?” he asked as he looked over at you sympathetically.
“yeah daddy” you smiled softly. “goodnight. i love you” you whispered, leaning up on your tiptoes and kissing his cheek.
“goodnight my sweet princess, i love you too” he kissed your forehead and rubbed your hair, watching as you skipped off to bed before beginning to clean up the living room.
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the night was terrible. you’d been tossing and turning for upwards of three hours now and still no luck. every time you closed your eyes, you saw the horrible image of that horrible doll. you gave up with a soft sniffle and stood from the bed. now, only dressed in a pair of pink cotton panties and a two-sizes-too-big shirt. you sniffled once more, tears pricking your eyes as you knocked on your mom’s bedroom door. “daddy?” you called softly.
“shit!” eddie cursed. behind the door, he had his ringed hand wrapped tightly around his big cock, leaking with precum as he stroked it to the image of your lips wrapped around him. “give me a second princess!” he called.
he was quick to pull his boxers up over his hips and rush to open the door. he drunk in your appearance, cock leaking even more, producing a small wet patch on his boxers. he took a deep breath, clearing his throat as he collected himself. he wished with all his might that he could say that the sight of your tears made his boner go down, but in fact it made him harder. “can’t sleep” you pouted up at him.
“oh princess” he frowned. “movie was too scary?” he asked softly.
“yeah daddy” you sniffled.
“oh c’mere princess, wanna cuddle in with me tonight?” he whispered. you nodded quickly and bustled your way in. you snuggled deep beneath the sheets, on his side of the bed so that you were fully engulfed in his scent. he chuckled at you, but couldn’t deny how pretty you looked underneath his sheets like that.
he closed the door and climbed into bed with you, pulling you close to his chest and rubbing your back. “daddy’s got ya baby” he hummed, kissing your head softly. “daddy’s right here” he nodded.
“thanks daddy” you whispered as you snuggled up to him. “love you so much” you whispered.
“i love you too, my sweet princess” he whispered, wrapping a tattooed arm around your waist.
° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ
eddie was able to hold off untill he heard your soft snores emitting from your mouth. he tried everything to make the painful boner go down. thought of every dark and disgusting thought. but nothing worked when you were cuddled so close to him, and he could smell your sweet cherry shampoo as you breathed slowly atop his chest.
eddie shook his head, groaning as you rolled off of him with a soft whimper. the sound you emit made his cock head seep with precum. he couldn’t handle it any longer. he climbed out of bed, instead kneeling on the floor beside it as to not wake you with his movements along his thick cock.
he pulled his boxers off and looked down at his cock. he cursed at the swollen red tip and spit down onto it. eddie watched as the spit dribbled, from his mushroom tip down to his heavy ball sack. “shit” he cursed quietly as he squeezed at the base. he imagined your lips wrapping around him as he began to stroke his cock. his eyes squeezed shut as he twisted his wrist around the base.
“take that fuckin cock” he grunted. he pictured you beneath him. sucking his balls sloppily, coating them all up in your saliva while he stroked his cock over your face. eddie loved nasty sex, and he just didn’t get that with your mom. he knew that if it were you, he’d be able to mold you into the perfect pretty little sex doll for him. “you’re so fuckin good to me. perfect little cockslut. i love the way you choke on this big dick” he grunted.
he couldn’t help but start to fuck his fist. the combination of his saliva and precum making it a thick hole. he froze, squeezing the base when you stirred and whimpered quietly. he cursed himself as he turned to look at you, biting his lip so harshly he tasted blood. his eyes rolled as he caught sight of you. your legs spread, pretty cotton panties on display. he saw the outline of your gorgeous, bare shaven cunt. he saw your swollen little button poking at the apex of your cunt, and a dark wet patch decorated the center.
“jesus fuck” he cursed softly. the sight caused him to stroke faster. “shit you’re so fuckin gorgeous” he whispered, squeezing his mushroom tip as his thumb ran over the angry vein pulsing on the side of his cock. he bit his lip softly as he climbed onto the bed. he stroked his cock as he looked down at you. “i’m so sorry,” he whispered softly. his jaw dropped as he pulled the band of your panties back. the second he got a peek at your freshly shaven mound, he was spilling all over you.
his breaths were heavy as he came all over your little panties. “shit shit shit, sorry” he cursed, panting heavily as he came down from his high. he bit his lip as he drank you in. the pearly liquid of his cum sticking to your little mound, dripping down to your swollen little clit. he couldn’t help but leave a kiss to your hip. he pulled your panties back up snug on your hips and fixed your shirt.
“i’m so fucking sorry sweetheart” he whispered, pulling you to his chest. unbeknownst to eddie, you’d been awake for the entire ordeal. you hummed softly as you turned into him, snuggling closely to his chest.
“it’s alright daddy” you whispered, hugging him tightly as a smile graced your face. you felt eddie’s body stiffen under you. “liked it a lot. thank you for givin’ me your cum” you whispered before contently falling asleep snuggled into his chest. the sticky warm feeling of his cum pressed up against your mound providing you with a strange sense of comfort.
so yeah… your stepdad was positively fucked for you. and he couldn’t wait to spend two weeks alone in the house with you while your mother was gone.
#cherry!au 🍒#chapstick verse#nsfw.nani#dark.nani#dark!eddie munson#stepdad!eddie#eddie munson#stepdad!eddie munson#tw stepcest#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fic#eddie munson blurb#eddie munson one shot#eddie munson dialogue#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x yn#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x fem!reader#fem!reader#afab!reader
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some more richie and food hcs bc i want to:
he unironically loves spam
eddie thinks it’s disgusting but richie’s insistent that it doesn’t taste like cat food, eds, especially if you actually cook it
he’s a pretty adventurous eater in general and is always willing to try new stuff
he doesn’t like everything he tries but that doesn’t deter him from continuing to try stuff
he does love classic comfort food, though
mac and cheese, meatloaf, chili
pretty much anything with cheese meat or carbs he’s guaranteed to like
he is of the firm belief that bacon makes everything better
eddie will often find him making some wack ass midnight meal
sometimes it is a result of the munchies but not always and they are equally terrible and delicious either way
he used to hate vegetables but then he realized that he can literally prepare them however he wants and putting butter or cheese on them doesn’t negate the health benefits of the veggies
he loves a good chicken caesar too
his go to breakfast sandwich is egg hashbrown bacon arugula and hot honey on cinnamon raisin toast
he will make it every morning without fail
he has won multiple food challenges at restaurants and has a drawer for all of the dumb t shirts he gets as a result
eddie will never admit it and he gets away with it because he always looks disgusted in the moment but he thinks it’s hot as fuck
#that breakfast sandwich fucking slaps y’all gotta try it#richie tozier#reddie#eddie kaspbrak#bear richie tozier#it counts bc he is bear in this hc list. to me
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Give and Take
It's not like I don't have a fanfic about this already, but let me just extract the headcanons from it...
Eddie hates when people tell him what to do. Steve cares for people to a degree that he's sometimes overbearing. That's not an ideal combination. But.
The thing is, both of them suck at taking care of themselves. Eddie smokes, drinks and eats any junk food he finds. He's completely willing to half freeze to death for "style". If he's preparing a campaign for the kids, he won't sleep for days. Steve could get his leg chopped off and mostly worry about slowing the party down and possibly ruining yet another one of Nancy's sweaters. He doesn't want people worrying about him to an extent of hiding his injuries or pretending they don't hurt. Eddie has never seen him go to a doctor.
So when Steve starts nagging him about eating better, more frequent, about not ignoring pangs of hunger (and even going as far as to blame himself for not seeing into Eddie's head and not preparing something for him, what the fuck), Eddie senses an opportunity. Once he swallows the incoming "fuck your vitamins and nutrients, Harrington!", he proposes a trade - he'll try to eat better, but as an exchange, Steve will let him take a look at his back. Steve's spine is a mess, his uneasy sleep and numerous injuries not helping, but he's stubbornly refusing to have it looked at. When Eddie gets concerned, he even starts muffling his grunts of pain while getting out of the bed in the morning. "So what about it, Harrington. You get a massage and I eat what you call "real food", do we have a deal?"
Steve, surprisingly to both Eddie and himself, agrees. And while it's a pain in the hankie, the plan actually works, that's a first. Steve hates being the cause of worry for others, but his concern for Eddie is even greater. So he begrudgingly allows Eddie to work the stiff muscles on his shoulders loose in exchange for a side of vegetables. He bitches about it like the drama queen he is, but he gives Eddie the disinfectant and lets him clean the injuries he's unable to reach himself, only if it means Eddie will eat three meals a day that aren't cereal, beer or cereal with beer. It takes Eddie a week of nonstop arguing, gentle persuasion and not so gentle blackmail to arrange a deal that Steve gets his sight checked and Eddie will eat the prepared meals in his fridge when Steve has long days at work.
And while Eddie sometimes wants to yell into the void that his boyfriend is wonderful, he's so loving but could he also not be this suicidal, thank you, Steve's brain slowly starts connecting Eddie's well-being to his own. He still doesn't feel fully comfortable being cared for and treated like the breakable human being he is, but he accepts it as a price for Eddie's cooperation. He tosses the massage lotion at Eddie and mutters "fifteen minutes and then I'm making you breakfast," adds a piece of fruit to Eddie's lunchbox for every bruise or scar Eddie intends to see and treat. When they can't meet, they make an agreement in advance - Steve will get a hot bath for his back and wear a long t-shirt to make sure his muscles survive the cool autumn night while Eddie calls him on the phone, angrily munching on lentils with god knows what and growls into the receiver "this is disgusting, Harrington. I'm suffering. Are you enjoying my suffering, you sadistic veggie-obsessed lunatic?!"
Gradually, they build habits. They still bitch about it, but it's a routine and it's theirs. And if Eddie sometimes forgets himself and buys carrots and a bunch of apples because hey, they were on sale and he doesn't want Steve carrying anything heavy with that back of his, or if a box slips on Steve's shoulder during moving and his first instinct is to ask Eddie if he could assess the damage, well. The bitching might as well be worth it.
(and sometimes, just sometimes, Eddie absentmindedly stands behind Steve when he watches TV and works his fingers on his nape and shoulders, losing himself in the movie or whatever Steve’s watching. When he snaps out of it, Steve gives him the look and Eddie whines, marches into the kitchen and emerges seconds later with a carrot stick in his mouth, glaring at Steve and complaining “happy now? Look what you made me do, Steve! Look what you made me do!”)
#steddie#steve x eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie brainrot#steddie ficlet#steddie fanfiction#steddie drabble#strangerthings#stranger things#stranger things drabble#eddie is the master of passive aggressive munching#steve is convinced he's like wolverine#but without the regeneration and weapons#basically a giant bruise with awesome hair#headcanons#strangerthingsdrabble#strangerthingsfanfiction
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Robin and Steve getting an apartment together (cause those motherfuckers are codependent and are also platonic soulmates). It's one of the few places they can be themselves. A tiny two bedroom apartment with clashing decorations and mismatched furniture, a little kitchen with one too many coffee mugs and too few spoons, a fridge filled with more bottles of beer than actual food but they love it all the save because it's Theirs.
The kids are there more often than not, filling the small space with laughter and the sound of dice rolling along a wooden table. Their couch is a bed most nights for one kid or another trying to escape their parents or the thoughts in their head.
Max stays over the most, usually on nights her mom is so drunk she barely remembers her own name, let alone Max's. Some nights it's just because Max had fallen asleep during movie night and neither Robin nor Steve had the heart to wake her, they'd just tuck her in with a blanket from the back of the couch and leave the light on in the kitchen for her. Robin cooks her breakfast in the morning and Steve makes sure she makes it to school on time. They barely see themselves as functioning adults, they have no idea how to take care of a teenager, but they try their best, try to give the care they wished their parents had shown them to Max, to all the kids really. And they aren't really sure they're doing a good job but it's more than enough for Max.
Nancy claims the lone armchair and the coffee mug stolen from the diner in town as her own. She keeps a yellow legal pad and her favorite pen under the coffee table for when she's over and working on a story for the newspaper (Robin doesn't allow any of the kids to use it for d&d). Nancy makes sure Robin and Steve eat more than pizza and frozen TV dinners. She buys them fresh fruit and veggies, and teaches Steve how to put together a simple salad. Even before she and Robin officially start dating whenever Nancy stays over, she and Robin share Robin's bed, always starting off on opposite sides of the bed only to be wrapped up together by morning, blushing bright red as they separate themselves. They share their first kiss in the tiny kitchen, the taste of beer and popcorn on their lips, Nancy gripping the collar of Robin's denim jacket and pulling her in.
Will finds them like that, smiling into a kiss that's more teeth than anything else. In her shock, Robin shoves away from the counter, away from Nancy, slamming her back into the fridge with a mumbled fuck. They expect to find him staring at them with disgust, with barely concealed hatred but instead he looks relieved, like the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders. He steps forward looking taller than Nancy ever remembered him being, looks at both of them and smiles. "I thought I was the only one who was different." Nancy pulls him into a hug and Robin grins at her over his shoulder.
Eddie usually lounges on the floor in front of the tv with Dustin during movie nights. He leaves one of his old guitars there and plays everyone a song or two when they are just sitting around drinking beers. When he spends the night, he sleeps in Steve's bed while Steve camps out on his bedroom floor, silently cursing himself for not working up the courage to slide into bed next to Eddie, for not taking his hand when their fingers brushed as Steve handed over a pair of sleep shorts.
Steve and Robin take care of one another when one of them is having a bad day. A warm blanket straight from the dryer draped over slouched shoulders, whatever movie is their comfort flick at the time popped into the vcr. Robin makes Steve a pot of homemade chicken noodle soup, the only thing her mom taught her to make and it somehow becomes Steve's comfort meal. Steve makes Robin a slightly burnt grilled cheese, poking Robin in the ribs when she teases him about it being burnt even though she secretly liked those little burnt bits. They spend the day like that, watching movies or talking their feelings out.
More than once Nancy let herself into the apartment with the key Steve had given her to find her girlfriend and her ex cuddled together on the couch, sleeping peacefully, Steve tucked under Robin's arm. And it used to make her jealous back when she still thought Robin and Steve were together, back when she wanted nothing more than to be the one Robin held like that. Now though the sight made her heart soar as she smiled softly down at them, happy they had each other.
Just the potential of Steve and Robin sharing an apartment together.
#shared apartment au#robin buckley#steve harrington#ronance#found family#slight steddie#sarah rambles
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I cannot for the life of me get this idea out of my head…so…
Like we all know Steve, the beautiful single mother of 7, can cook. Has learned to cook a variety of meals and treats. Knows everyone’s favorites.
Max loves roast with mashed potatoes and glazed carrots. Erica loves quiche. El loves French toast with fresh strawberries and lots of syrup. Mike loves tomato soup and grilled cheese made with soft buttered rolls. Dustin loves chicken nuggets with homemade honey mustard sauce, and Steve knows he prefers steamed broccoli even though he won’t admit it. Lucas loves eggplant Parmesan with diced olives in the marinara. And Will loves homemade chicken noodle soup, for which Steve makes fat egg noodles and his own broth.
Steve even knows the older members of The Party’s favorites. Nancy loves vegetarian curry, the spicer the better. Argyle loves chicken pot pie. Jonathan loves meatloaf with buttery peas and roasted sweet potatoes. And Robin, love of his life, loves soft scrambled egg over rice.
He knows all their favorite snacks too. Learns to make potato chips, mini pizzas, pigs-in-a-blanket, popcorn. Always has fresh fruit and veggies with a variety of homemade dips. And when Hellfires starts playing at his house, he learns all of the members favorite snacks too.
He even makes an actual 7 course meal for the end of a Hellfire campaign for Will’s birthday. It impresses everyone.
And none of them complain about the desserts. He learns to bake cookies, brownies, cinnamon rolls, cakes. Anything they ask for, he delivers.
And Eddie, he loves all of it. Will eat anything without fail. Tells Steve after every meal it was his favorite. And when pushed about what is *actually* his favorite food Eddie will say something like, “Babe you could serve me a phone book covered in gravy and I think it would be delicious if you made it.”
So Steve figures Eddie just loves food or there’s something only Wayne knows how to cook a certain way and that’s Eddie’s favorite.
But one night Steve is exhausted. It’s just Eddie and Steve alone for dinner. And Steve just doesn’t have it in him to actually cook. So he makes a box of Kraft mac and cheese. Does the bare minimum. Boils the noodles adds salt. Mixes in the butter, milk, cheese powder. Sprinkles in a tiny bit of nutmeg. Adds cracked pepper. Globs some hot sauce in it. Then serves it.
And Eddie loses his goddamn shit over it.
And Steve can’t comprehend it at first. All of the extravagant meals and this…THIS is what Eddie flips out about.
Steve ends up making a lot of Kraft mac and cheese.
#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#robin buckley#nancy wheeler#jonathan byers#argyle#el hopper#max mayfield#erica sinclair#lucas sinclair#will byres#mike wheeler#hellfire club#steddie#stobbin#ronance#jargyle#steve x eddie#ficlet#kiss the cook#mac and cheese#fanfic#single mother vibes#favorite foods
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911 Spoilers Season 4: You’ve been warned. 😅 Buddie Rewatch
Episode 14: Survivors (Part 2)
Construction Emergency; Buck is near Bobby as they get the summary of what happened.
As the Manager walks the 118 over to the cameras, Buck stays behind looking up at the structure.
Hen, Chimney, and Bobby are looking at the injured man, trying to come up with a game plan on how they are going to rescue this man. The officer with them mentioning, if they climb up, they’ll have no way of protecting them.
As they are discussing possibilities and having limited time, Buck is climbing the structure, with gear. Bobby calls him over the radio, telling him he didn’t have clearance and there is no way of protecting him.
Buck responds back with he needs to do this and continues to climb up. Hen and Chim aren’t necessarily surprised that he pulled this stunt.
As Buck is climbing, he’s looking at his surroundings. Hen and Chim are instructing him on what he’s going to need to do when he gets to the victim.
Buck pauses, he notices a glare from one of the windows high up in the air. He continues to climb up despite this. Bobby is looking up, worried and annoyed at Bucks actions.
Buck steps on to the ledge, maneuvering his way towards the victim. He places the tourniquet on the victim. Once it’s placed and he received the all clear from Bobby, he cuts the wire causing the beams to fall onto a truck.
Buck finishes wrapping up the victim and brings him down by air lift. The construction workers thank the 118. Hen redirects them to thank Buck, “the crazy guy”. Bobby looks at Buck with disappointment, Buck knows he’s in trouble.
Bobby is cooking, when Buck approaches him and asks if he’s ever going to speak to him. Bobby is angry, he asks Buck what he wants to hear.
Buck says the usual stuff, like what where you thinking, you could have gotten your self killed. Bobby says he doesn’t need to have the conversation, because Buck already knows it.
Bobby states, “You went full Buck”. Buck walks up closer to Bobby asking for clarification, because he said it as if that’s suppose to be a bad thing.
Bobby expresses that he views Buck as the guy that doesn’t think before he asks, and how he has learned to just accept that.
He also notes that his impulsiveness usually comes from a good place, but that stunt he pulled was not from a good place.
Bobby recognizes that Buck had made himself a target. Buck doesn’t deny that fact, he embraces it.
He states it’s because he wasn’t going to see anyone else take that risk. He cannot handle anyone else getting hurt right now.
Bobby tries to reassure Buck, that Eddie’s shooting wasn’t his fault. Buck tells Bobby that he knows that, but he was the person standing there as it happened and could do anything to protect him.
Buck was able to protect the rest of his team today, he saw the moment and he took it. Bobby turns back to start cutting veggies, but before he does, he tells Buck that they are a team, they are there to protect each other, and to not do it again. Buck slowly walks away.
Taylor is at Buck’s apartment. She’s drinking wine as Buck is explaining what happened at work, and not liking Bobby’s reaction.
Taylor vocalizing that she was also not a fan of his stunt, and how there are multiple videos online about his climb up the crane.
I wonder if anyone ever told Eddie about Buck’s viral stunt. Did he ever find out about on his own or is he completely unaware of this. I want to believe Buck told him about it, but given that Buck did it as a self-sacrifice, maybe not. Something to think about.
Buck is trying to make light of the situation, giving slick remarks to concerns Taylor brings up. Buck teases that Taylor cares about him.
After Taylor mentions he could have died (well it’s implied), he responds with “But I didn’t” Taylor walk up to him, pulling him into a passionate kiss, she’s holding his face. He leans into the kiss and kisses her back.
When they pull apart from the kiss, Buck’s eyes remain closed for a few seconds, he smiles. Taylor is the one to pull away and apologize. She puts some distance between them.
Buck is confused, looks over at her. She admits to not knowing why she did that, blaming it partially on the wine. Buck offers to talk about it. She walks straight to the door, she turns around and states she has to go.
Buck looks hurt, he hesitates slightly, Taylor takes the moment to walk out. As Buck is about to tell her to wait, his phone rings, it’s Ana. He lets Taylor walk out and answers the phone and asks if everything is okay.
Buck is in the hospital, he’s running towards Eddies room. He pauses at the door way. Ana is in front of Eddies bed, she looks back smiling at Buck, and moves out of the way to an awake Eddie laying in bed.
Eddie is looking over at Buck, does a slight nod of his head and says “Hey Buck” in a soft-spoken voice. Buck exhales and laughs a little, and says “Hey”
Two things. The first is about a post I saw a long time ago where someone pointed out that Eddie most likely woke up when Taylor kissed Buck. Implying Eddie felt a disturbance and knew he had to wake up. And second, the first time they see each other is so timid and sweet.
Chris is video calling Eddie. Chris says he misses him, and Eddie says it back. Eddie is soft spoken, obviously tired, as he tells Chris that he’ll be home soon.
Carla cutting in to tell Eddie to focus on healing first, that he has nothing to worry about, that Buck and her are taking care of it.
Chris is giggling as they say their good byes/I love yous. Chris closes his laptop and Eddie hands Buck his phone back.
Buck is sitting next to Eddies bedside. Eddie thanks Buck for staying with Chris.
Buck explains that Carla had offered to bring him to her house, but how he wanted Chris to be comfortable in his own house. That the situation was already overwhelming and he didn’t want to add to that.
Eddie asks if Chris is doing okay. Buck answers truthfully, that Chris is doing better that he is.
Buck admits to losing it when he told Chris his dad was shot. He apologizes for breaking down in front of his son, how he should have kept it together.
Eddie responds with, “You where there for him when I couldn’t be.” (You stepped up like a parent)
Buck admitting to thinking it would have been better for Chris if he was the one to get shot. Eddie is confused by the comment and just looks over at him.
They caught the shooter, not really; The 118 show up to a burning building, no longer being followed by swat, they believe there is only one victim.
Buck and Ravi are hooking up the hoses to the hydrants, tackling the fire from the outside. As Buck grabs the hose, Ravi mentions no longer needing bullet proof vests, Buck vocalizing how he won’t miss them.
The 118 is told over the radio to evacuate, orders given by the LAPD. Bobby find what he believes is the victim, but turns out to be a trap. Bobby is shot in the leg.
Hen and Chim have evacuated the building, Bobby hasn’t responded over the radio. Athena approaches them, Buck joining, Athena reveals the victim is actually the shooter.
Athena asks if they have any idea of where Bobby could be, Buck mentions that he could it out when he found the guy. He’d be on the 3rd floor.
Athena asks Buck if he can get her in there. Buck starts to protest, but Athena cuts him off. Bobby will die in there if she doesn’t act fast.
I love how Athena knew she had to rope in Buck to help her break protocol and get her husband into safety.
Hen walks over and hears Athena pleading. Athena states, “ to get my husband”. She looks over at Buck who nods his head.
Buck tells Hen that it’s going to be easy and gives a break down about how Athena will get to Bobby. Buck and Ravi are guiding Athena up the ladder, towards the burning building. They hop on top of the roof.
On the roof, Hen also climbed up on the roof. They dress Athena in the firefighter uniform, Buck tells her that he’s going in too. Athena immediately telling him no, because she can’t protect him.
Specifying that the shooter is targeting firefighters.
Buck points out that she is dressed like one. She points out that she has a gun.
Shooter is dead. Bobby is saved.
Buck is at his apartment. Taylor knocks on his door. He’s surprised to see her. Taylor admits to running away, but brings up that he didn’t run after her.
Buck vocalizes that he spent along time not feeling like he was enough. He doesn’t want to do that anymore. So he puts his cards on the table and basically tells Taylor, that if she wants him it is up to her.
Taylor gets closer to Buck, wrapping around her arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss as she says “I do. I really do.”
Eddie is sitting up on his hospital bed. His arm in a sling and he’s lost in thought. Buck walks in telling Eddie that the nurse is getting his medication and discharge paperwork ready.
Buck is obviously there to take him home.
Eddie wants to address something, Buck is concerned, asks if everything is alright. Eddie tells him everything is fine, that he’s just been meaning to tell him something.
The first time I watched this, I thought Eddie was going to confess his feelings. Ana wasn’t in the room with them, so in the few moments before Eddie started elaborating, I thought he was going to admit to breaking up with Ana and being in love with Buck.
I actually told myself that it’s going to be awkward when Buck reveals he’s dating Taylor. I wish I was joking, but this was my actual thought process when I watched the first time.
Buck sits down on the hospital bed, there is some distance between them. Eddie starts off by awkwardly mentioning almost dying, again. Buck is looking over at Eddie confused. Eddie continues to speak.
Eddie goes on to talk about his multiple close calls, and how this wasn’t even the worse of his near death experiences. Buck tries to cut in, but Eddie asks him to let him finish. Eddie is making direct eye contact. Buck is concerned.
Eddie talks about his last near death experience when he was buried alive. Buck chiming, “ that he survived.” Eddie continues, he admits to thinking about what if he didn’t survive, what would have happened to Christopher. So, he met with his attorney and had his will changed.
Eddie reveals that if someday he doesn’t survive another tragedy, Chris would be taken care of, he would go with Buck. Buck is confused and Eddie makes it clear to him, that if he were to die, Buck would be Chris’ legal guardian.
Buck is processing this new information, asking how that would even work. Would Eddie need Buck’s permission to do something like that. Eddie mentions his attorney bringing up that Buck could always refuse guardianship.
Okay so I’m going to mention another post I read a long time ago, about how Eddie approached the topic with his attorney about making his best friend a legal guardian.
How the attorney might be thinking best friend is just code for lover. I may have read that in a fic, I just know this isn’t my original idea. But it is another fun thing to think about.
Buck vocalizing that Eddie knows him, and how he wouldn’t refuse something like that. Eddie repeating back to Buck that he knows he wouldn’t refuse.
Buck continues to analyze the situation, brining up the fact that Eddie’s parents are still alive, wondering if they would try to fight for custody.
Eddie goes on to describe how his family tried to guilt him into giving Christopher to them when Shannon died. He didn’t what that for Chris then and he doesn’t want that for him now. Eddie wants someone that will fight for his son, and he knows that person is Buck.
Buck realizes that Eddie changed his will last year, so why is he only now just finding out about it now.
“Because, Evan,” Eddie explains that after hearing Buck state that he should have been the one that was shot, that he needed to hear he mattered. Eddie wanted Buck to know he was wanted and needed.
“You act like you’re expendable. But you’re wrong.” Buck looks up at Eddie.
My pinned post is about this moment and how Eddie basically confessed to loving Buck and giving him his heart and how Buck didn’t realize it.
But now that I’ve rewatched the scene, I believe Buck knew Eddie was telling him he loves him. I just think Buck assumed it was a family kind of love. Eddie most likely believing he was only confessing a family kind of love.
Regardless of if you think there was romantic undertones to this moment or not, the one thing that can’t be denied is that this moment establishes Buck as a member of the family, specifically a parental figure in Chris’ life. Buckley-Diaz or Diaz-Buckley family unit is basically canon.
Montage of the 118 being surrounded by family/friends and each other as Bobby narrates about survival.
Buck and Eddie are outside Eddie’s apartment. Buck opens the door to a surprise welcome back party. Taylor, Carla, Ana, his Abuela, Tia Peppa, and Chris are inside screaming surprise or clapping/cheering.
Eddie walks up towards Chris, crouches down and kisses him on the forehead. Chris is ecstatic, smiling ear to ear. Buck looking over at them from the door frame smiling.
Eddie greets each and everyone of the guests. Kissing his abuela, Ana, and Peppa on the cheek. Giving Carla a hug. We do not see him interact with Taylor individually, but we see him give a big laughing smile to the group.
Albert passes his fire fighter test. Everyone from the 118 is celebrating on the roof. Bobby in between Eddie and Buck. They are all clapping and cheering. Buck looks towards Eddies direction.
Out of all the Season finales, this one is my favorite. The story doesn’t feel rushed, each person in the 118 basically gets a decent place to end their stories if they weren’t renewed for another season.
It’s emotional and powerful and we get to see individual character progress as well as team dynamic.
I specifically can’t stop myself from comparing it to Season 6th finale. Everything Season 4’s did right, Season 6 lacked. But I’ll discuss that when I get to Season 6th finale.
#buddie#911 abc#eddie diaz#evan buck buckely#buck x eddie#911 spoilers#911 show#christopher diaz#911 fandom#911 on abc#evan buckley#911#911 rewatch#eddie x buck#edmundo diaz#because evan#evan buck buckley#buckley diaz family#diaz buckley family
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Random Eddie Munson HCs
Hey! Haven’t written anything is such a long time and honestly really miss it! It makes me feel better and helps with the maladaptive daydreaming.
So have fun looking into my brain of how I see eddie - he’s a menace 100% (spoiler free :) ) 18+ only!
calls his SO so many different pet names
some are super cute and heart melty
and some are like 👀 ’wait what did you just call me’?
when others call him “freak” and other shit you get so fired up
he tries to calm you down
“it’s okay bruiser let’s go home”
“come on, no bloodshed today slugger”
definitely likes to lightly bite and lick his SO
that can be their fingers, nose, chin, cheek, ankle - literally any body part
he likes your little giggles when he does it
or when you look at him like ‘really munson?’
asking to bite his dimples in return
really wanting to lick/kiss his eyes but can’t
he makes cannibal jokes after
nibbles a little bit on his hair when it’s wet
hair beard!
if you are confused he likes to grab his hair and pull over his chin like a beard
even does some voices
sometimes he’ll hold his hand (or some other tool like a spatula, hairbrush, etc) like its a microphone while he is singing a song.
then he’ll move his hand so it’s in front of your mouth silently telling you it’s your turn
sometimes you know the words and sometimes not, either way he’s giving you that bright smile and bopping his head like you are giving the performance of a lifetime.
“yeah go baby go!” as you go monotone, repeating the lyrics back to him.
gets the zoomies like a doggo
will jump off his seat like a rocket when he’s happy or excited
sometimes needs to do a little lap and then will come sit back down
okay 18+
but he definitely likes to sniff your panties
OKAY yeah I know don’t @ me!
but he does okay! take it up with eddie!
he likes when you laugh or shout at him to stop or when you even get a little bit more turned on bc of it
you can’t really blame him when you are giving him all that positive reinforcement!
you guys will watch saturday morning cartoons together
sitting cross-legged with cereal in your laps
sometimes wayne would have just came back from a shift and sleeping so you guys know to keep it down
i’ve seen other people talk about how he doesn’t eat a lot of fruit/veggies
and I totally agree
the little shit will mispronounce words on purpose
sometimes his poker face is so good you can’t tell if he’s joking or not
“what is a man-go?”
loves messing with you
one year he licked a banana slug and his whole mouth and tongue went numb for like an hour.
he was ‘oh shit i’m gonna be numb forever!’
trying to decide how long he should wait it out until getting help/telling someone
it went away so all was good
okay i’m projecting that one happened to me at camp one year
i don’t remember how old i was - maybe middle school age - I got dared okay!
speaking of eddie & dares
at the beginning of the relationship you felt like you had to be the sane one and tell him not to do shit
“no eddie don’t let your buddy tase you!”
“get off the ground you are not licking that!”
didn’t take long to learn that he is just fucking with you - he likes you telling him no
he finds it funny and it makes him feel like you care
so it turns from “don’t eddie or I swear to god” into “yeah babe do it”
and he just looks at you, eyes widening telling you he’s gonna
and you just stare back like ‘do it - i wanna see’
just staring each other down
turns into a game of chicken
he usually backs down
but honestly depending on the audience
you are a polaroid couple 100%
he has a sweet little picture of you in his wallet 🥺
and one of you looking like an absolute demon
it’s all about balance you see
#leaving this here and running bye 🏃♀️#this was fun!#might do some more when my head refuels with more ideas#also tase is spelled with a 's' and not a 'z'#since when#?? i learn new things everyday#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x you#eddie munson headcanons#stranger things
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20 questions for fic writers
tagged by @thewolvesof1998 thank u bud i’m procrastinating packing and this was fun
1. how many works do you have on ao3?
seven!
2. what’s your total ao3 word count?
129,484 which is a fake number to me
3. what fandoms do you write for?
nothing has made me as insane in my life as network television procedural drama 911 on abc, so
4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?
you can start a family who will always show you love
let the world have its way with you
my hearts over-pumping and your mouth is an ambulance
like a dog with a bird at your door
i like the summer rain (i like the sounds you make)
5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?
i try very hard to because they make me so happy and it’s unbelievably kind of people to take the time to leave them!!! However i sometimes leave it too long and then worry it’s weird to reply after like. a month. which as a fic reader i wouldn’t give a shit about so idk what my problem is!!!! i will reply i will just maybe take a hot sec to do it
6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
i don’t have any i’m a happily ever after or bust kinda guy in my own head if nowhere else…… angstiest is probably the sound of love astounds me if only because it ends post-feelings realisation but still pre-relationship
7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
they’re all so happy omg. i will say with great personal bias it’s my heart’s over-pumping but also i have. a sequel in the works….
8. do you get hate on fics?
no people have been very very very lovely but also sjjsjsjs i’ve not been here super long. the funniest comment i’ve gotten was on my first fic where someone was like i liked this but it is jarringly inaccurate as mcdonald’s in california doesn’t have a veggie burger option 😭 i cried laughing im so sorry to u americans. pls petition your local mcdonald’s to stock the mcplant it slaps
9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?
have written two e-rated fics….. it’s very fun but i don’t think i’m very good so i’d like to practice actually (maybe some sexy prompts after i finish the bed-sharing ones?) just the regular kind for now like i love buck and eddie desperately and am myself into a million things but i don’t know how kinky they would actually get in my own head. so just a little gross with it for now i guess
10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?
nope!
11. have you ever had a fic stolen?
nope
12. have you ever had a fic translated?
no that would be SICK. @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove is podficcing bucket list fic which is so very cool of her!
13. have you ever co-written a fic before?
no omg i don’t know how y’all do it i’m bad at group projects but also this sounds soooooo fun. if also deeply stressful
14. what’s your all time favorite ship?
if that’s synonymous with most likely to get you institutionalised, uh. gestures around us. otherwise mulder/scully and i am just now right as i’m typing this realising i’ve never ever in my life actually read x files fic what the fuck. also steve/bucky but i haven’t read fic since 2017 probably
15. what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
listen i have not written a word for x files au past that one snip i shared forever ago. i want to soooo bad i’ve talked about it to some of you very rabidly but. it does not want to be written and if it did it would have to be so fucking long which is very daunting to me. not saying i’ve put her in the ground yet but. we might need some necromancing
16. what are your writing strengths?
i think i’m pretty good at writing in character? mostly? sometimes i struggle with buck just because i think we’re very similar and i project a little and then have to go back and fix it lmao but for the most part i think i’m good at that! and i have a lot of fun writing dialogue
17. what are your writing weaknesses?
plot!!!!!! and pacing!!!!!!!!!!! also my inability to write non-linearly omg if i get stuck i just get Stuck i can’t jump ahead
18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
oooh i love it and would love to include more than the teeniest bits i have but i’m so conscious about it sounding natural and not stiff to people whose language it actually is (shout out and a million kisses to @eddiebabygirldiaz for fixing the spanish in i love you like a dog!!!!!)
19. first fandom you wrote for?
911 babey!
20. favorite fic you’ve written?
my heart’s over-pumping and your mouth is an ambulance !!! not just because it was the first fic i posted after joining tumblr fandom but. idk it is so so so special to me like it makes me so happy and when i think about it i’m like. hey u wrote that. good for u my dude. and also maybe i just associate it with meeting a bunch of you whjsjssjsj
tagging @callaplums @eddiebabygirldiaz @housewifebuck @rewritetheending @try-set-me-on-fire @onward--upward @anxieteandbiscuits @devirnis @athenagranted if anyone wants to do this i’m nosy soz if you already have !!!!
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Wrong On The Money (42)
part 42 of ?? | 1572 words | Teen+
Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr
Summary:
“Steve?” Eddie calls from the living room, back already. “Are you singing Pat Benatar songs in there?”
42.
Steve calls a number he memorized years ago and orders pizza: cheese for Eddie, veggie plus pepperoni hold the mushrooms for himself. (Wayne will eat either, so no worries on leftovers.) He bustles around the kitchen, humming at first then singing under his breath as he gets plates and beers and paper napkins.
“Steve?” Eddie calls from the living room, back already. “Are you singing Pat Benatar songs in there?”
He pauses to play back the latest bit of lyrics in his head, then smirks and calls back, “Just the one. Why, you recognize it?”
There’s a suspicious lack of response.
“Eds? You still there, buddy, or did Pat scare you away? Come on man, be strong. No one can tell you you’re wrong.”
Steve chuckles at the good-natured groan from the other room, heading back in there with everything he’s collected. He feels light, unburdened by all the shit of the past several years—partly from the weed, but mostly because he’s happy. Despite his uncertainty about the older Hellfire members, Eddie’s reassurance and willingness to hang out with him is helping.
“Plates for pizza?” Eddie comments, glancing up from the new joint in progress. “Fancy.” His tongue darts out to wet the paper, finishing it up, and Steve tries not to be too obvious about tracking the motion.
Keep it together, Harrington.
He plops down as close as last time without thinking about it, but to no complaints. Must be fine, then.
They crack into their beers, chow down on pizza once it shows up, and smoke some more. (Wayne won’t care about the smell, Eddie assured him, so long as they air the place out a bit so he doesn’t come home to a hotbox.) They don’t even put on TV or watch a movie, they just talk.
They talk about the kids and their inability to not babble over each other whenever they get excited. About the high school teachers they’d had in common, ranking them on a scale of ‘tyrant’ to ‘mind-numbingly dull’. Even a little about some of the stuff that had happened in March—and Steve kind of loves that they can take shit as traumatic and horrible as all that and make it into something a little lighter.
Eddie keeps forgetting to use his plate and drips grease and pizza sauce all over his ripped jeans. Steve snickers at him every single time, making smug and liberal use of his napkin while Eddie’s own remains untouched. “Pretty sure I can guess what those mattress stains were now.”
Meanwhile, Eddie snickers right back every time he coughs on a hit. “Oh come on, man, it’s like you’ve never gotten high before! What did you do with the stuff I sold you before, eat it?”
“I smoked it, jeez,” Steve protests. “Without the fuckin' . . . peanut gallery laughing at me every time.”
Eddie leans closer, battle jacket shed a while ago. He’s down to some metal band shirt that’s been heavily doctored with scissors. When he hunches his shoulders forward it hollows out twin divots beneath his collarbones and the shirt droops to where his scars and the ravaged tattoos on his chest are visible. (Steve tries not to look. . . . Not very hard, though.) His voice is low and a little rough as he says, “I bet you’d still cough just shotgunning it.”
“You’re on,” Steve retorts without thinking.
He continues not thinking while Eddie smirks, wipes any lingering pizza sauce from his mouth with the back of his hand, and brings the joint to his lips. His cheeks go concave as he inhales, and Steve watches it all with his mind totally blank. It’s easier that way.
Shotgunning is a party trick he’s used plenty of times. He’s done it with beer and he’s done it with weed, but . . . to impress girls. It’s different, with someone else taking the lead. Nerve-wracking. Although that might, he thinks, be because it's Eddie.
Eddie, who leans in further with the faintest trickle of smoke escaping his mouth, closer, until his chapped lips and stubble-shadowed chin bump against Steve’s. Electricity buzzing under his skin, Steve tilts his head and they open their mouths in tandem, fitting together perfectly.
He all but gasps on Eddie’s long, languid exhale, taking it all in.
And doesn’t cough.
They linger for a long moment, still sharing air, and Steve still doesn’t have thoughts exactly. His body is screaming at him to dip forward, close the gap, kiss him already, but at the same time he can’t move. Can’t face the possibility that he’s reading this wrong. He wants to linger here for the rest of time, forever a mere breath from kissing Eddie Munson.
Then Eddie flops back to his side of the couch. “Guess I stand corrected.”
Steve wets his lips and leans back too, feeling so hollowed out by disappointment that he could scream and scream until all he hears is echoes.
In a distant sort of way, he knows that Eddie is talking again. The cadence of a story.
Serves him right for getting his hopes up, he thinks, but it still stings. Of course Eddie being into guys doesn’t mean he’s into him. Steve knows he’s not, that’s why he’d avoided remembering as much during what just happened. Now, though, he can’t help but think about it. He sits there and stews in his feelings, until—
“What would you have done if you hadn’t known I was in the club?” Steve blurts, interrupting whatever Eddie’s changed the subject to. He winces. Shit. “Uh, sorry. Never mind, you don’t. . . . You don’t have to answer that.”
He’s not looking, doesn’t dare, but he can feel the motions of Eddie fiddling with the now-spent joint next to him.
“I mean. . . .” Eddie clears his throat, shrugs, fidgets some more. “Found someone to hook up with, probably.”
Not a lot of options for that in Hawkins. Right. Steve both understands and doesn’t, because he’s always had the option of girls. Now he’s in deep over a guy for the first time, and it’s not even. . . . It’s not just a physical thing. He’s seen how much Eddie cares, how hard he fights for the people he cares about, and Steve wants to be one of them. Wants the opportunity to give that back to Eddie in spades because he deserves it. He looks at Eddie and thinks, You deserve everything.
It would be so much easier if it was only a physical thing, but Steve’s never been that lucky.
“What about you?” Eddie asks, not looking at him. Which is weird, because Steve kinda feels like he’s been watching him all night. Had that been wishful thinking too?
“I was just there to dance,” Steve admits. “Get lost in the crowd for a while. I wasn’t even drinking.”
There’s a quirk to the corner of Eddie’s mouth that he doesn’t know how to read. “Dancing all by your lonesome, Stevie?”
He shrugs, still studying Eddie in the hopes of figuring him out. Had he given himself away? Had he been too much? God, Steve can’t even decide what’s worse.
“No, I danced with some guys. Nothing that left the dance floor, if that’s what you’re asking. I’m not that easy.”
As soon as the words come out, he realizes that might be a little mean. A little bit King Steve.
“Shit, not that I’m trying to imply that you’re—” The thought makes a little zing of jealousy twist through Steve’s guts, and he immediately tries to wallpaper over it with more words. “I went to turn my brain off for a while, like I used to do with swimming. I’d swim laps in my backyard until I couldn’t anymore. But I haven’t been able to do that since . . . since Barb. So I found that place—I mean, I went looking, I didn’t know if I’d find one. And I wasn’t looking to—I’ve never, uh, with a guy before. I mean, I’m definitely bisexual, I just haven’t . . . figured out how to be. Yet. It’s a work in progress!”
At some point in all that, Steve stopped paying attention. He tunes back in and Eddie is staring at him now, all big brown doe eyes and mouth lax with surprise.
And Steve can’t help looking.
There’s no way that Eddie doesn’t notice. No way. But—
“And you haven’t been back there this entire time?” Eddie asks, sounding dumbfounded. “Not even after Spring Break? Jesus, Stevie, if I went that long without turning off my brain I’d probably just. . . .” He mimes his head exploding, sound effects and all. “You gotta take better care of yourself, man. You’ve earned it.”
The words settle over him like a warm, heavy blanket. He’d earned it. Eddie thinks he’s earned it.
For all that Steve feels like he’s swimming in his own head—definitely feeling the weed, the one beer, and extra oomph of combining the two, there—he darts forward fast. His lips meet Eddie’s first, one hand cupping his jaw a beat behind, but once he’s there he stays. He melts his heart down and pours it into the kiss, slow and molten and demanding nothing.
Just. Whatever else happens, whatever the fallout is going to be, he’ll figure that out later. Steve has never been the guy making the elaborate plans. He takes things one play at a time, and right now this is his. All he needs right now is for Eddie to know.
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