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thats it. your ass is going to general settings -> filtering

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@babyjakes

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reblog to give the pervious person a nice rock

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Manhandle me a little 🥺 as a treat 🥰

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Happy Birthday Joe! 💚

#joe keery

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mombin pt 6 and look who showed up

(1)(2)(3)(4) (5)

#ahhhhhhh #yes please #i’m screaming #stranger things #platonic stobin #steddie #fan art

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mombin pt 7 <33

(1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)

#i love this #and them #mombin #stranger things #fan art

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Tiny forest for your dash

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I’m an absolute mess! this fic is so incredibly beautiful. The way it’s written is gorgeous and the way you’ve followed cannon without it just being a direct insert is gorgeous.

I’m sobbing, the emotions are palpable and the prose is so so so well done. This is one of my favorite fics I’ve ever read.

Series Masterlist

Eddie Munson/ FemReader Steve Harrington/FemReader 18+ Minors get the hose.

Can you have two great loves in a lifetime?

You've had the ideal childhood in Hawkins with your best friend & protector Steve Harrington. When it's ripped away, can you pick up the pieces? Eddie Munson may be able to help.

A story about the pain of growing up, unrequited love, and loss. 

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 13/13

Read at Ao3

#steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #fic rec #faves

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Linecook!Eddie Munson Masterlist

These are little blurbs about what I think working with Eddie in a diner would be like. We love our cook friend, and spend our days secretly pining for him.

Kiss The Cook

One

Two

Three

*There will be more soon. I will update this masterlist as I go along.

If you want to be on a taglist for this series, let me know. You must have your age on your blog, and I would ask that you reblog if you want a tag.

#this is so incredible! #one of my favorite AUs ever #amazing amazing amazing #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #fic rec

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linecook!Eddie Munson x server!reader | 1K

*not proofread, just thrown together and offered into the Tumblr void.

You’ve come to look forward to the slow days. Even with less bills lining your pocket, you still walk out of the diner with a smile on your face. The slow days are when you get to talk to Eddie. He sits with you at the counter and rolls silverware with you - one roll of his for every three of yours. Your hands move automatically, no need to watch the flashing of knives, forks, and spoons. Eddie’s eyes stay on the napkin as he works. And you watch him.

“...that racoon really had it out for me. I had no idea they could hold a grudge like that.” Eddie’s telling a story, he tells a lot of stories. You missed the first part of it, hypnotized by the way his lips form words. He didn’t shave this morning, you can see short bristles above his lip and know exactly how it would feel to run your finger along them.

“I’m sorry,” you put your hand up, halting his speech, “rewind. I zoned out. Start over.”

Eddie laughs, and you take note of the way his smile cuts into his cheeks. You could curl up in those lines, take a nap in his dimples. “I can’t believe you’d disrespect Frank the Racoon like that. Be careful, or you’ll end up on his shit list too.”

“Well, tell me. What did you do to Frank? It must have been bad if he’s got a vendetta against you.” Eddie looks up at you, and you dart your eyes to the silverware tray between the two of you as if you had not been staring at him for the last several minutes. 

“I didn’t do anything. Not on purpose. Frank is unreasonable, he always has been.” Eddie sighs, and resumes his slow and purposeful work. He picks up a knife, sets it on the napkin in front of him, and then a fork, and then a spoon. You risk a look up at him and find his eyes cast down on the set in front of him. “Frank’s been hanging around outside my place for a while now. I couldn’t sleep on night about 6 months ago and found him eating the cat food I leave on the porch-”

“You leave cat food on your porch? Do you have a cat?” You break in, desperate to know if he has a feline pal. He’s never talked about one.

“What? No, I don’t have a cat, per se. There are cats that hang around my place, and I feed them. Kermit, Jonesy, Mint, and Jelly - but we’re talking about Frank right now.” Eddie looks up and points a spoon at your face to emphasize his point. You tilt your head in acceptance, and he continues, “Anyway, so I’ve been feeding the cats salmon flavored Whiskas for years now. I’ve never heard any complaints, and Frank was obviously enjoying it too. About 4 weeks ago, the Kroger on Harris stopped carrying it.”

At this point, you’re really listening with interest. You want to know how this story can end with a racoon plotting Eddie’s demise. You reach into the tray to grab a fork, and Eddie’s hand goes for one at the same time. A rare brush of fingers has you pulling your hand away from his as if you’ve been burned. 

“Sorry,” an automatic apology stumbles from your lips. A stupid thing to be sorry over, because Eddie doesn’t even seem to register that small touch, “please go on.”

“Well, I had to start buying the chicken flavored Whiskas. It took me a couple of days to realize the food wasn’t going as fast as it normally does. One morning, on my way to the van, I saw him. Frank was sitting just in the shadows with his little hands held together. I wasn’t watching where I was walking, looking at the way his eyes kind of flickered at me. It was kind of creepy, he looked downright menacing. Just as I made it to the van door, my foot kind of skidded.”

Eddie’s stopped rolling silverware completely. He’s talking with his hands, motioning to show the way his foot slipped. His eyes are wide, as if disbelieving his own story.

“Ok, your foot slipped. What’s that got to do with good ole Frank?” you ask, diverting Eddie’s attention back to you.

“That son of a bitch shit right outside of my van door. And I know what you’re thinking, ‘Eddie, you can’t prove it was the racoon’,” Eddie’s fully mimicking your voice in a rather unflattering way, offering an argument you did, in fact, start churning in your mind, “but that little fucker laughed. Well, it was a squeaky sound that I assume is a raccoon laugh.” Eddie waves his hand as if to shoo the idea of it away, “I know it was him. And I know it was because he doesn’t like the chicken Whiskas.”

“You know? Hmm. Ok, sure. I accept your version of events. Have you tried apologizing?”

“Oh, I apologized. I even started driving to the other side of town to get the salmon Whiskas after 6 straight days of raccoon shit waiting for me outside the van’s door. I even started parking it in a new spot, but there it was - more shit.” 

“Oh, I’d like to meet Frank, he seems tenacious,” you say absently, not thinking about what meeting Eddie’s raccoon friend would entail, “and the cats. I love cats, but my landlord won’t allow them.”

“Well, you should come over and meet them. All of them. Don’t worry, I flea treat the cats once a month, and I had them all fixed.” 

Eddie’s invitation is something that’s never been done before. He has invited you to do something with him outside of work. You open your mouth to respond, you have no idea what will come out, when the bell at the front door jingles.

It’s the first customer you’ve seen in 2 hours, and Eddie’s gone back to the kitchen before you have a chance to realize the invitation was never accepted. It just hangs there, over the silverware tray.

#omg #this is so cute! #he loves the cats! #and Frank! #I’m obsessed #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #fic rec

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linecook!Eddie Munson x server!reader blurb

For @bewilderedbunny, my love. I've been thinking of him and you.

You’re still rubbing the sleep out of the corner of your eyes when you pull into the parking lot that is only illuminated by the light that sits above the large metal back door of the diner.  The van is already in its spot. You smile at the sight, relieved that this is not a morning that will require multiple wake up calls to his trailer. The scent of frying bacon hits your nose before your foot is even planted on the linoleum floor. It’s not half as sweet as the sound of his low and quiet voice humming a tune just inside the swinging door of the kitchen. You can see him through the porthole window, hair pulled back into a bun to keep his curls from hanging over the grill, a fresh towel over his left shoulder. 

You turn the corner and decide to enter through the dining room, hitting the coffee station on your way. You’re filling the brew basket with coffee grounds while your bag is still hanging on your shoulder. You flip the light switches along the wall and squint under the harsh fluorescents. You turn the corner to the kitchen to hang up your coat and bag. You can feel his eyes. You don’t look at him, you focus on making sure your jacket is hanging just right. You angle your hip in a way that would draw his attention, and feel your skin burn when you realize what you’re doing.

You clear your throat and turn to face the kitchen. Eddie’s smiling at you while he scrapes bacon up with a spatula. He mouths, “good morning” before turning around to grab a pack of hashbrowns from the freezer to cook off next. You take the opportunity to study the ink on the back of his neck. You’ve wondered about the symbol that sits between his shoulder blades and dips under his shirt. Alone in your bed at night, you think about looking at the full piece - for now it’s a mystery. 

And then you’re moving through the dining room, pulling down chairs and arranging sugar packers while Eddie moves around the kitchen prepping the line for the upcoming day. You can both do this dance in your respective dreams, hands move on their own until you’re both ready for the day at the same moment. You meet at the coffee station, mugs at the ready. You fill his cup before you pour your own cup, and he hands you your jacket. You both head back through the kitchen and into the early morning darkness.

The sun is only just beginning to peek out from under the trees that line up against the back of the parking lot. In synchronized movements, you both take your seat on the edge of the walkway and put cigarettes to lips. You inhale a drag as does Eddie. You both take a long drink of coffee. It’s a ritual you both have down pat. No words are to be spoken before that first drink of coffee - but now the day can begin. You will sit on that cold and hard concrete while getting your necessary ration of nicotine and caffeine, close enough to Eddie to smell his shampoo. And you’ll get to hear the first words he’s spoken since waking, his voice still hoarse and sleepy. Intimate in an unexplainable way.

“What do you think, hm? French toast or pancakes this morning?”

#i’m screaming #this is one of my favorite aus #it fits so well #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #fic rec

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book pages headers pt. 9 please, like or reblog ♡

#headers #aesthetic

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@stcreators event 7 — humor

THE HELLFIRE CLUB + anonymous asks (in/sp/os) (eddie + erica, jeff + gareth, dustin + the freak, mike + eddie)