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Steddie Week 2024
July 6th Prompt: Dizzy
Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 7
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Steve stands up, and thatās where it all goes wrong.
His intent was to grab more drinks from the fridge, but when he stood, he blinked a few times. āWhoa,ā he murmurs.
āSteve?ā Robin asks. She sounds like sheās at the end of a long tunnel.
āSteve?ā Eddie asks. He sounds closer, but not as close as he should.
āāM fine,ā he says, ājusā dizzy.ā
Then heās waking up in the hospital. āWhat,ā he asks, then doesnāt complete the thought because Robin and Eddie are both standing over him, one on each side, holding each of his hands, and heād feel so much love if he could feel anything besides general panic because- āI canāt hear you,ā he says, breathing picking up. āI canāt- please, I- I need-ā
Eddie shuts up, staring at him with wide eyes, and after a second of hesitation, places Steveās hand, palm down, on his chest. He takes deep, purposeful breaths, and Steve can feel his hand moving, feel the breaths, feel his heartbeat-
He takes a breath. Another. Another. By that time, Nancy had gotten a doctor.
Later, heāll learn this is something theyād been watching for, but couldnāt be sure of until he woke up. Later, heāll learn that Eddie lays awake at night, sometimes, hearing the sound Robin makes.
All he knows right now is how to keep breathing, how to keep holding Robinās hand, how to believe heāll be okay, because he has to.
He has to.
He stays with Eddie upon his release, because theyāre together most days anyways, and itās a certain kind of torture on Steveās heart because Eddieās started carrying around a notebook and a pen just to write to Steve whatever he was gonna say, and Steve doesnāt think he could love another person more than he did, but hereās the proof, apparently.
Theyāre sharing a bed, because Wayne had previously called their couch āolder than Jesus,ā and Steve lasted for all of an hour on it before slipping into Eddieās room.
The good thing about sharing a room is it helps curb the nightmares for a time.
Eventually, though, they come back with a vengeance.
Steveās laying in bed, like he does every night, when he rolls over to face Eddie. āEddie?ā He asks. Eddieās always last to sleep, so Steveās not hesitant about asking, except Eddie doesnāt answer.
āEddie?ā He asks again, jostling Eddieās shoulder a bit.
Suddenly he shoots up in the air, and Steve bites back a yell.
Suddenly thereās a voice that sounds like itās coming from everywhere and nowhere, reverberating off the corners of the room, echoing louder and louder. You took everything from me. Eddieās arms snap, and Steve yells, scrambles up, music, except whatās his favorite songāthat puppet one, metal, come on brain, thinkābut thereās nothing here but country, bluegrass, stuff Wayne likes, and Steve turns to watch the blood drain from Eddieās face as another gristly crunch echoes, louder than anything so far. So Iāll take everything from you!
Something reaches out for him, grabs his shoulder, and he yells, twists around, pushes away, hard enough he falls on the ground. He opens his eyes to see Eddie on his bed, Steve sitting just off it, eyes wide and hand reaching to help, stalled halfway. Illuminated by the lamp, too, which wasnāt on half a second ago.
Steve blinks at him, looks at the room. No floating Eddie in the middle of it.
āDream?ā He asks. Eddie nods. He stifles the sob and practically launches himself onto the bed, into Eddieās arms, lets himself shake apart because he can.
Eventually he feels reverberating in Eddieās chest that he knows means words, means speaking, so he looks up at Eddie, whoās looking at the door.
He turns to look, too, and sees Wayne. āS-sorry,ā he tries, still sniffling.
Wayne shakes his head at him, walks into the room, sits on the edge of the bed. Offers his arms out in a hug.
Steve thought he was done crying. Trust Wayne to prove him wrong, because heās tearing up all over again as he leans into Wayne.
His new position means he can see Eddie, who points at him, makes a talking motion with his hand, then points at himself and Wayne. Steve frowns. āYouā¦ want me to tell you?ā
Eddie points at Steve again, insistently, and Steve understands: your choice.
āI can,ā he agrees. āWe were in bed and I was tryināa talk to you, but you didnāt answer, and I kept trying to get your attention, but suddenly you- you were up in the air, and your arms and legs broke, and a voiceāit was Vecna, I didnāt recognize it in the dreamāsaid Iļæ½ļæ½ļæ½d taken everything from him so he was gonna take everything from me. And I was trying to find music, but I couldnāt remember the name of your favorite song, and the only stuff in here was Wayneās stuff, country and bluegrass and stuff like that, andā¦ā he sighs out a broken sob. āI couldnāt save you.ā
Eddie reaches for his hand, but suddenly thatās not enough, he needs to be able to feel his heartbeat, have his breathing move Steveās hand, so he tips over into Eddie again, gets his hand on his chest and his face in the side of his neck.
Eddie says something, but before Steve can move Wayneās got a comforting hand on his back. He removes it after a minute, and Steve can feel the shift in the bed of him getting up, but before he can mourn the loss, Eddieās got his arms wrapped around Steve as he carefully lowers them back down. He rubs a hand up and down Steveās spine, slips the other into Steveās hair.
Steve falls asleep like that.
He wakes up in almost the same position. He tries to apologize, but Eddie waves him off, hands him some clothes and points to the bathroom before pointing to himself and miming cooking.
Steveās heart clenches at the thought. āOkay,ā he whispers.
Robin comes over later, and they sit on the front steps as he recounts what had happened. āHeās just so sweet,ā he sighs. āAnd Iām an idiot whoās letting my heart get involved.ā
Robin wraps an arm around his shoulders and kisses his temple. It doesnāt help as much as heād hoped it would, but he appreciates the gesture anyways.
Later she leaves, and Eddie pulls out his dedicated Steve Notebook.
Iāve got a friend in Indy who knows sign language. I could give her a call, if you want? He writes, and again Steveās all but overcome with love for this man.
Instead of anything he wants to do, he just nods. Eddie grins and hops up to use the phone.
Heās back in a couple of minutes, collapses onto the couch with the notebook before furiously scribbling and handing it to Steve.
I spoke to my friend. She says sorry and it sucks, first of all. Steve snorts and nods. Sheās willing to talk to you, get you started, maybe even get you some books. Does tomorrow work?
Steve gapes up at Eddie. āTomorrow?ā
Eddie nods and grins, then points at Steve in a gesture Steve knows has come to mean you decide.
āThat would be great,ā he says. āSeriously, I- thank you, Eddie.ā
Eddie waves him off, but Steve can see the happy little blush on his cheeks.
They head out the next day. Itās probably twenty minutes into the drive, and even with Eddie sitting next to him in the driverās seat, it feels lonely. He never realized how much heād miss the sound of tires on asphalt. He wasnāt ever truly into music, like Eddie is, but he misses the radio. He misses the wind rushing past, the silence thatās possible to share when both people can hear-
He doesnāt realize heās crying until Eddieās pulled over, a hand on his cheek and a concerned expression on his face. āSorry,ā he tries. Eddie shakes his head, presses his palm more firmly to Steveās cheek. āFuck,ā he mutters. āāS stupid. Justā¦ felt alone. I dunno. Thereās, like, a million little things you hear every day that you donāt think about, like the way your hands tap the steering wheel when you turn, or the way your clothes shift and rub against each other, and itās all silent now, and thereās not even music, and-ā he takes a deep, shaky breath. Lets it out as evenly as he can. āI justā¦ felt really alone all of a sudden.ā
Eddie brushes his thumb along Steveās cheekbone as he thinks. Suddenly, he grins and moves his hand, shoving a tape into the deck and cranking the sound. He demonstratively puts his hand on the door. Steve laughs and does the same, gasping when he feels the vibrations of the song move through him. He canāt tell notes, but itās something, and then Eddie carefully reaches for his hand, keeps his grip relaxed until Steve smiles at him and tightens his own fingers around Eddieās. āThank you,ā he whispers.
Eddie smiles, nods, and gets back on the road.
They arrive at his friendās apartment in no time, and Steve would be jealous at the length of the hug if Eddie didnāt immediately step back to grab Steveās hand again. Based on his hand motions, heās introducing Steve.
She asks Eddie something, and he turns bright red, pulling a strand of hair across his face as he glances at Steve before looking back at her and answering.
She invites them in, scribbles on a little chalkboard, and hands it to Steve with a smile. Hi, Steve! My name is Nicole. Itās nice to meet you.
He grins up at her. āItās nice to meet you, too.ā
She takes the chalkboard back, scribbles something else. Eddie tells me you recently lost your hearing. Do you mind me asking about that?
āNot at all,ā Steve says, then frowns, somehow just now realizing he doesnāt know the full extent of what happened. āHonestly, all I know is I stood up and got really dizzy, and then I was waking up in the hospital.ā He shrugs. āIāve had a couple of pretty bad concussions, and I guess whatever made me pass out also justā¦ took my hearing.ā He shrugs.
Eddie shakes his head, grabs for the chalkboard. Almost. He bites his lip. You passed out, and I wasnāt fast enough. You hit your head on the floor. He looks away, takes a deep breath. Iām sorry.
āThat is not your fault, Eds,ā Steve tells him firmly. Eddie wonāt look him in the eyes, so Steve grabs his chin. āHey, look at me. Not your fault. I donāt blame you. Okay?ā
Eddie shrugs, pointing to himself with a self-deprecating smile, and Steve knows what heās trying to say. I do.
āWell I donāt,ā Steve says. āBut if- if you need to hear it. I forgive you, okay?ā
Eddie nods, eyes big and wet, and Steve pulls him into a hug.
Eddie suddenly laughs, pulling away to wipe his eyes before saying something to Nicole.
Right. Theyāre not alone. āSorry,ā he tells her, but she waves him off, handing over the chalkboard again. I think weāll start on the alphabet today. That way you can at least finger spell what you need, even if itās slow.
āSounds good,ā he says, and she nods, talking the chalkboard to write the alphabet.
Slowly but surely, she teaches Steve and Eddie the alphabet. They get a little tripped up on some of the letters, most noticeably p and q, until Nicole takes pity on them and makes a p. She uses her other hand to draw a line down both her extended fingers, then tracing her own legs. She taps her thumb, peeking out between the two, and with a mischievous grin, points between Steve and Eddieās legs.
They share a look and burst out laughing, but they donāt forget those letters again.
By the end of the day, theyāve gotten through the alphabet with enough regularity that Nicole feels they can practice on each other.
Steve pauses before they leave. T-h-a-n-k, then a pause, then y-o-u.
Nicole smiles, presses her fingertips to her lips, then brings her hand down to chest height, palm up. She does the motion again, and Steve copies her, grinning when she nods excitedly.
āThank you,ā he signs and says, grinning even wider when she pulls him into a quick hug before waving at him and Eddie.
They wave back and pile into the van, Steveās hand in Eddieās before Steve can practically blink. He smiles, unbearably fond, and squeezes to get his attention before signing, āThank you.ā
Eddie just smiles back, throws the van into reverse, and starts home.Ā
They practice more while they make dinner, throwing words like spatula and stir and chop around, and Steve didnāt realize learning could be this fun.
Heās watching Eddie stir the broth, hips moving in a little dance to a song only Eddie knows, and his heart is so full, he has to say something before his heart bursts. āIām gonna say something thatās gonna sound incredibly sappy,ā he says. āBut justā¦ please just listen until the end? And try not to tease me too much.ā
Eddie just smiles, grabs his hand and squeezes, and Steve takes a breath before starting.
āIām glad itās you. Iām glad you were there that day, Iām glad you were there when I woke up at the hospital, Iām glad you were there when I realized going home meant being completely alone. Iām glad you made a complete fool of yourself in the hospital lobby, doing charades to let me know I could stay here.ā He takes a breath. āIām glad you have Nicole, because it lets me talk with you easier. Iām glad you never once let me feel like Iām alone, or like Iām going through this alone. Iām glad youāre learning with me. Iām glad youāre making this fun. I didnāt know learning could be fun, but it is with you, and I-ā he takes a breath, swallows the three words that want to come out. āIām glad itās you,ā Steve whispers, āhere, at the end of all things.ā
He doesnāt realize heās crying until Eddieās hands are cradling his cheeks, wiping away tears. Eddieās just as teary-eyed, though, and he pulls away, looking for the notebook. Please donāt punch me.
Steve looks up, brows furrowed, to watch Eddie spell something. I l-o-v-
Thatās as far as he gets before Steve gasps, understanding, or hoping he understands, and pulls Eddie into a kiss.
He pulls back almost immediately to check thatās correct, that that is what Eddie was trying to say, when Eddie pulls him back in, dinner be damned, crowding him in against the counter and doing his best to lick into Steveās mouth.
Steve lets him, pulling away for a sharp inhale before diving right back in, fingers tight in Eddieās hair and the back of his shirt, and thereās a sudden vibration that he just knows means Eddie moans, and suddenly heās dizzy again, but this time he welcomes it, because this time heās not passing out; this time, heās dizzy because heās drunk on love.
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Part Two
Gareth Emerson had no clue what the hell Eddie was thinking.Ā
There was āadopting lost sheepā as he called it, and ābeing the nest baby birds needed before they flyā for some of the other poor, mid-year transfers, and all of Hellfire was used to both these adoptees.Ā
People showed up, always looking a little hesitant, always a little careful, and all of them were welcomed until they found their place in Hawkinās High.Ā
This though? This was neither of those things.
No, what Eddie had done was taken a wolf, or a--fucking tiger, that had gotten hurt fighting other fucking tigers, and decided to keep it as a pet.Ā
Even if said pet was looking very pathetic, with a face full of bruises that apparently, Billy Hargrove caused.
That did not make sitting across from the fallen King and current senior, Steve Harrington, any easier.Ā
Judging by the rest of Hellfireās constant uneasy glances and uncomfortable, awkward joking, no one else was comfortable with it either.Ā
Except of course, for Eddie.Ā
āDude can we like, talk for a minute?ā Gareth asked, motioning at Jeff and Grant to distract Harrington. Not that it was hard, the jock was too busy staring at his pathetic packed lunch to notice much.Ā
(The guy brought soup to school and was drinking it cold. What the fuck.)Ā
āGa~ary.ā Eddie sing-songed, but it was in warning.Ā
A warning very much ignored, as Gareth stood, and moved to tug Eddie up with him.Ā
āNow, Eddie.ā He said, his own tone a manic, if suppressed version of his own warning.
Gareth was not known for keeping his temper, but he also wasnāt keen on getting his ass kicked this early in the day if Harrington took offense.Ā
And considering they had all finally caught a look at Hargrove, and the way he fucking stopped and turned on his heel the second he saw Harrington, there was no doubt in Garethās mind that Harrington could kick his ass.Ā
Even in his current, beaten to shit state.Ā
Eddie huffed a dramatic breath, making sure at least some of his hair moved with it, but stood nonetheless.Ā
āIāll return shortly, friends!ā He called jovially, before letting himself be dragged backwards several feet.Ā
Just fair enough away where they could still see the table, but not be heard.Ā
Particularly not by any invading jocks.Ā
āWhat were you thinking!?āĀ Gareth started, hands crossed over his chest tightly.Ā āYou didnāt even talk to us first!ā
āGarebear, look at him.ā Eddie said, placing both hands on his friend's face, turning it to look at Steveās hunched form.Ā
āThose big, sad, puppy-dog eyes.ā Eddie continued, leaning in to whisper in Garethās ear. āThe pathetic way he slouches.ā
Ā Eddie leaned even closer, lips tickling Garethās ear and making the latter swat at him.Ā
He dropped his hands to Garethās shoulders, shaking him lightly.Ā
āHis giant empty house we can use for Hellfire meetings.ā
āIs that seriously why you dragged him over here?ā Gareth demanded, a little louder than heād meant too, if Eddieās abruptly tight grip was anything to go by.Ā
āOf course not.ā Eddie scoffed. āRumor has it the guy throws money around for his friends and if we play our cards right, we can be the receiving end of that gravy train.āĀ
Eddie grinned theatrically while he said it, staring into Garethās eyes like his smile alone would convince him to play along.Ā
It was the fakest thing Gareth had ever seen on his best friends face.Ā
āDonāt bullshit me man.ā He said quietly, eyes narrowed. āWhatās the actual reason you decided to go against your own doctrine and adopt Steve Harrington, of all people?āĀ
Eddieās eyes flicked to Harrington and back. āThereās no other--ā
āEddie.ā Gareth snapped, a flash of his temper breaking through. āYouāre my best friend. Donāt fucking lie to me like that.āĀ
āHas anyone told you youāve been using the word āfuckā a lot, Gare?ā Eddie muttered, but it was more subdued, the playful mask falling from his face.Ā
As a matter of fact, Ms. Click had called him out on it that very morning, but Gareth knew better than to admit that and derail this conversation.Ā
āEdwin Dale Munson.ā Gareth growled, enjoying the way Eddie flinched from his full, government name.Ā
āSssh!ā Eddie dropped his hands from Garethās shoulder to wave them in his face. āFine, fine, look. Rumor has it he got cheated on, blew up his friendship with Hateful Hagan and Cocky Carol, and then took a beating from Hargrove. All in the same like, week.āĀ
Eddie tugged at his hair, the movement harsh.Ā
āI found him walking home in the dark the other day. Said something was wrong with his car, but Gareth.ā Eddie paused, gnawing on his lower lip, before he stopped close once again, voice barely above a whisper.Ā
āI had to coax him in my car and when he got in he kept flinching.āĀ
āFlinching.ā Gareth repeated.Ā
āLike I was gonna hit him or something.ā Eddie explained. āWorse Harringtonās house was dark when I got home. I mentioned to Wayne it didnāt look like anybody lived there and he said he was surprised anyone did. He thought the Harringtonās moved.āĀ
āOkay.ā Gareth said, not quiet following this part of the conversation.Ā
āHe thought they moved because some coworker of his wife worked for them as a house keeper or some shit. Said they bought a place in Chicago. She helped them pack.āĀ
Another look, but this time Gareth had picked up on what was happening.Ā
The flinching.Ā
Not going with his parents.
Staying in Hawkins, when Harrington had a chance to get the hell out.Ā
It didnāt paint a pretty picture.Ā
āShit.ā Gareth said finally.
Eddie nodded. āExactly.āĀ
Together, they turned to stare at Harrington, who had hunched further into himself now that Eddie was gone from the table.Ā
āIf he turns on us Iām blaming you.ā Gareth grumbled finally, and tried not to let the smile that broke out on Eddieās face effect him.Ā
āGlad to hear youāre on board, Garebear.ā Eddie said, patting his shoulder hard.Ā
āYouāre a fucking teddy bear, you know that right?ā Gareth continued as they turned to walk back to the table.
āShut your mouth.ā Eddie fired back.Ā
āI don't think I will. In fact, Harrington!ā Gareth spoke the jockās name loudly, making the dude jerk and spill some of his soup.Ā
Bruised eyes looked up at him and Gareth fired a smug right into Harringtonās face. āWouldnāt you agree that Eddie here is a giant teddy bear?ā
āDonāt answer that.ā Eddie cut in, as Harrington blinked slowly, a puzzled look overtaking his face. āGareth here has a big imagination.ā
āLet the man give his own opinions. Iām sure he has some!āĀ
Steve looked between them.Ā
āI think Iāll plead the fifth.ā He decided on.Ā
āSmart man.ā Jeff muttered, causing the rest of the table to snicker.
For the first time since he sat down, Gareth witnessed a small smile appear on Harringtonās face.Ā
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Steveās best relationship wasnāt even a relationship. He could barely call it a fling, a flirt. They never even went on a date. They never kissed.
Steve still thinks of it as the best whatever-it-is he has ever had with someone.
At the beginning it was mostly infuriating, how quickly Eddie managed to win the kids over, compared to Steveās months of work as babysitter/nailbat swinger/monster fighter. Steve had to literally bleed multiple times to get an ounce of respect, Eddie only had to run a nerdy club about fictional bleeding and monster-fighting.
Then somehow, and Steve still has trouble pinpointing when and how it happened, everything changed.
Taking the kids back home from hellfire became something he impatiently waited for.
He and Eddie would barely talk for a few minutes and he would find himself replaying the conversation in his head for days. Anything he could say to get a reaction out of Eddie became fundamental, and if he started by picking subjects to piss him off, he ended learning about Eddieās favorites, because few minutes after hellfire were never enough and Steve needed Eddie to talk as much as possible, until the kids were begging to drop it and go home.
Steve never questioned the change, most likely out of fear. He doesnāt think he ever was clueless, just really scared about what would potentially mean to be staring at another dudeās eyelashes as he goes on a rant about why Ozzy Osbourne is the best artist of his generation. Or blush whenever said dude would call him ābabyā, or āsweetheartā.
Steve convinced himself that the thing he and Eddie were having was as good as it was going to get, nothing more.
Then Chrissy Cunningham died, Eddie ran, and Steve realized that the thing will never be enough for him.
He couldnāt not have Eddie. Not watch him as he entertains a bunch of freshmen, as he stomps with his worn out sneakers on top of forniture, as he puts his terrible music on to push away anyone who doesnāt care enough about him to stay.
Steve needed to see Eddie being alive, doing what his heart desires, and he needed to be next to him when he does.
Obviously, this realization came at the worst possible time.
Steve tried to tell him so many times: when they found him at the boathouse, when he was hiding at refer Rickās house, when they were taking a stroll in the upside down, and even when they were driving a stolen trailer to a gunshop.
But, it seemed, Eddie had come to a realization just as important and he tried his best to avoid Steve at every given chance.
Steve tried to initiate the conversation as Eddie did his best to run away from it. And he ran until Steve had no chances left to tell him how he actually felt.
āāā
Steve doesnāt know if heās allowed to say he lost something he never had. To mourn a relationship he never began. A partner that, technically, never became a partner.
After Eddie dies, Steve has no one to be next to but he canāt say he ever did.
Steve just exists waiting. He canāt tell if heās waiting for the pain to go away or for Eddie to jump out of a bush and yell āah! I got you sucker!! By the way, Iām in love with you too.ā
For obvious reasons, that never happens.
What does happen, is a call.
Itās a normal Tuesday, as normal as you could define it after Hawkins almost collapsed into the upside down. Steve got into a routine, between checking on the ones at the hospital, helping out at the shelter, allowing Robin to check on him to see if heās still alive.
The call happens while Robin is doing her kitchen check up - aka making sure he has food and that heās eating it-, so she picks the phone like she did a million times before.
āHarrington residence, this is Robinā she says, cheerfully.
Steve doesnāt pay much attention to it as heās folding his dadās old clothes that intends to donate to the shelter, until he hears Robinās loud gasp.
āWhat is it? Is it the hospital? Is it Max?ā He rushes to the other room where Robin is.
She doesnāt answer but she gives him a look as she passes him the receiver.
Steve goes quiet, a million thoughts going through his head as he takes the phone from Robin.
Heās still unprepared when he hears that unmistakable voice āBabyā.
Steve gasps for breath āEddie?ā
Is that really you? What happened? Are you hurt? Isnāt this impossible? Is what goes on in Steveās head, but he ends up just asking āare you okay?ā
He can hear a chuckle, Eddieās wicked chuckle, a further confirmation that it is him, āIām- hanging in thereā¦ are you okay?ā
Steve finds the question absurd. He isnāt the one who got left in the upside down, the one that got eaten by demonic bats, the one who died before Steve had the chance to tell him how he felt.
He answers truthfully nonetheless, āIāmā¦ Iām not okay.ā
āIāll be there soon, I promise.ā
āPlease Eddie, come quick.ā
āIāll break the sound barrier for you.ā
#if you canāt tell#im in my RWRB era#if you watched the movie then you might like this?#just felt inspired honestly#that ābabyā lives inside my head rent free#also Kas Eddie we always love to see him#basically Eddie and Steve got close during the school year but Steve realized his feelings only during the events of season 4#Eddie dies but comes back#because this is the only way I can cope with it#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve and eddie#stranger things#steve x eddie#platonic stobin#robin buckley
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(don't bother) calling me when you're sober | rating: m | wc: 1.5k
content warnings: future fic, parental alcoholism ("falling off the wagon"), past parental neglect, minor character death (i've committed wayne crimes i'm so sorry but it's not shown, just mentioned), emotional hurt/comfort, ends on a happy, hopeful note despite the tags
āMy dad called.āĀ
Eddie walks into the room, pinched eyebrows and flared nostrils lit up by the multicolored Christmas lights they string on the tree every year, one hand balled into a fist. The reactionĀ wouldnāt surprise Steve so much if this happened years ago, when Al Munson was still living in the bottom of a bottle of Jack, but now?Ā
Itās been eighteen years since heād gotten sober, nineteen years since his last stint at Hawkins County, and fifteen years since making a genuine attempt to right the wrongs of Eddieās childhood and build a relationship with his son.Ā
Fifteen years after Eddie let him in, let him try, let him earn Eddieās trust.Ā
Fifteen years is a long time and to see Eddie so vitriolic in the doorway of their apartmentās living roomā hands shaking, body shakingā Steve knows something mustāve gone wrong.Ā
āWhat happened?ā Steve asks, standing from the couch and meeting Eddie where he stands, holding the hand not curled tightly around itself.Ā
āHeās drunk. He called, and he was drunk.āĀ
Steveās chest pulls tight, his heart racing. What does someone say to that? What can someone say to assuage that kind of deep anger, pain, and betrayal? His thoughts are scattered as they try to make sense of what Eddie just said, and heās even more grateful now that Ronnie wanted a sleepover with Aunt Robin tonight.Ā
āEddie, fuck. Iām soā ā Before he can finish his thought, Eddie leans back against the doorframe, ripping his hand out of Steveās and tangling his fingers in his hair, tugging.Ā
āHow could he? How fucking could he?!ā Eddie bellows, eyes squeezed shut. āHe knew! He knew that if he ever did this again, Iād be done. For good. For forever. And he did it anyways! After eighteen fucking years!āĀ
His eyes fly open and Steve stands still and nods him on. There are just no words to fix this, and trying for the sake of filling the silence has never served him well.
āHe did it anyway! Two days before fucking Christmas, a week before the anniversary ofāā He chokes and cuts himself off.Ā
He knows what Eddie was going to say. A week before the anniversary of Wayneās death. Itās been on his mind, too, of course. On his mind and in their conversations over breakfast with eccentric mugs of coffee, over the tangled lights that Wayne could always figure out. The year hasnāt been the kindest to them, particularly Eddie, and Steve wants to protect Eddie as much as he can from whatever he can.Ā
But he canāt shield him from this.Ā Al Munson skips to the top of his shitlist.
āThat son of a bitch!ā Eddie rams his fist sideways against the door jam, leaving a sharp, red mark along his pinky. āHe promised, and I believed him. Why the fuck did I believe him, Steve?ā
Steve takes a step closer and grabs both of Eddieās hands, carefully soothing the angry mark. āItās been almost twenty years, babe. Trusting him with so much time invested makes sense. Hell, I did, too.āĀ
āIāmā Iām in my 30s, hurt and angry about the same shit I was hurt and angry about as a fucking kid. All the nights I slept in the backseat of the car because he blew his money at the bar, all the car accidents and court appearances and jail time, all the mornings I missed school because he didnāt know what fucking day it was,ā Eddie rants, stopping to take a breath before picking back up, Steveās own heart cracking and raging the more he speaks.Ā
āAnd every time heād get sober, heād always promise. Heād promise it would be the last time, and it never was. Not once could he choose his fucking son and I didnāt understand it then, but now that we have Ronnie, I understand it even less. If I was sick enough to walk away from her, Iād walk my happy ass to the nearest fucking rehab. I get that itās a disease, I get it, I get it, I get it. But I canātā I canāt do it again. Not this time. Eighteen years just down the fucking drain because of his companyās holiday party? How can I ever believe him again? Or trust him again?āĀ
Eddieās voice grows raspier, breath shallow and quick, eyes watery. āEvery time this happened when I was a kid, I always had Wayne. Heās the only person who really got it, yāknow? The only one who lived it with me and now, I donāt even have him. My dadās drunk, slurring his way through who fucking knows what on the phone, and no one else can fully understand the magnitude of what that feels like for me.āĀ
He squeezes his eyes shut again and drops forward toward Steve, forehead on his shoulder and arms loosely hung around Steveās waist. Steve still doesnāt have words that bandage this up, but he knows how to show his husband love in other ways. Ways that, over the years, have become a language all their own. Steve pulls him in tight, one hand near his waist, the other cradling the back of his head. Fingers slide carefully beneath the hem of Eddieās tee-shirt and rub little, repetitive circles into the small of Eddieās back while he cards his other hand through Eddieās hair, scratching his scalp and holding him to his chest to feel the rhythm of Steveās own heartbeat until his breath returns to a steady pace.Ā
Itās only then that Steve speaks.Ā
āI donāt know what to say, Ed. Itās fucked up, and if you want to me like, hit him with my car, you know Iām game.ā Steve feels Eddie laughā just a few puffs of air through his nose but itās a laugh all the same. āBut Iām here, and weāre gonna figure it out, okay? Whatever you decide to do, weāll do it together.ā
Eddie nods and lets himself be led to the couch, Steve tucking Eddie into his side and pulling the afghan up over them.Ā
āI never want to be what Al was to me to our daughter,ā Eddie whispers, not looking away from the tree.Ā
āWell, youāre ahead of the game, because sheās already older than you were when he started hitting the bottle hard. And I know thereās the genetic piece to it that everyone talks about, but nurture counts for a lot of who we become, too. Shit, I owe Joyce Byers a huge thank you for being more of a parent to me than my own were because sheās probably the reason I didnāt turn out like Dick Harrington. Ronnieās never going to have an Al Munson in her life, because you werenāt raised by Al Munson. Thatās not whose legacy youāre passing down. Youāre passing down love, not pain.ā Steve presses a soft kiss to Eddieās temple and feels his whole body sag into him.Ā
āYeah. Yeah, I guess youāre right.ā Eddieās voice is quiet now, a far cry from his earlier venomous edge.Ā
Silence nestles onto the couch with them, a comfortable addition, as they watch the basketball game Steve had on before Eddie told him about the phone call. Watch is a loose description, actually. They're more just looking at a moving, flashing screen.Ā
āMy hand really hurts, by the way,ā Eddie announces, holding up the hand heād used to punch the doorjam. āThat was fucking dumb.ā
āMaybe a little bit, but I get it,ā Steve untucks a hand from beneath the blanket and outstretches his palm. āLemme see?ā
Eddie plops his hand into Steveās and Steve takes a look, mentally working down the check list heās memorized from his decade plus of EMT work. No obvious breaks, nothing looks crooked, Eddieās able to move each finger and flex his hand without severe pain.Ā
āIf anything, itās just gonna be bruised tomorrow. But Iāll fix it,ā Steve grins and lifts Eddieās fist to his lips, carefully kissing each knuckle and paying a little extra attention to the pinky that delivered most of the blow.Ā
āIām so in love with you, Steve.ā Eddie rests his temple on Steveās shoulder. āYou know that, right?āĀ
āI know,ā Steve agrees, chest fluttering despite the circumstances. āAnd Iām in love with you, too. You know that, right?ā
Eddie snuggles in and wraps Steve up, full koala, as though heās trying to get as close as possible without actually cracking Steve open and climbing inside of him.Ā
āDefinitely.ā
The next morning, Aunt Robin brings Ronnie home and together, they decorate the gingerbread cookies that only vaguely look like people but are good enough to pass for a seven year old. Halfway through, Eddieās cell phone rings and the caller I.D. reads Al. Steve watches, worried that Eddieās going to answer in the middle of their decorating. That heāll forget Ronnieās having the time of her life, and that in his righteous indignation, Eddie will leave the table to go fight and argue.
Thereās so much to be said, and Steve wouldnāt blame him, but he breathes a sigh of relief when Eddie simply declines the call and sets about pouring more edible glitter onto his design with a smile down at their daughter.Ā
#steddie#steddie fic#steddie fanfic#steddie fanfiction#steve harrington x eddie munson#eddie munson x steve harrington#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#stranger things fic#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fanfiction#myblurbs#(whispers): yeah so my mom fell off the wagon after 18 years at her fucking work party and this is basically just what my day was#our relationship has always been strained but since she got sober there was at least some contact?#anyways#replace wayne with my grandparents and this is just all projection baybee šāļø#super not cool with it BUT that's why there are some content warnings here you don't see from me very often š
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christopher canonically starts high school in the fallš„ŗš„ŗš„ŗ
#why did he have to get so big#what happened to that little seven year old#he canāt be old enough for high school#what do you mean heās a freshman now#christopher diaz#are we gonna see eddie and buck freak out over homecoming???#will christopher have more than one date for homecoming???#eddie diaz#evan buckley#911 on abc#911 buddie#buck and eddie#oliver stark#ryan guzman#gavin mchugh
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Imagine Buck saying āi love youā first and for the first time Tommy feels behind. He feels like maybe they are moving too fast.
Then he has a talk with some of his team. Theyāre not AS close as the 118 but they put their life in each others handās on the regular and that counts for something.
Andy asks Tommy about last week, when Buck was complaining about his apartment being so far so they started talking about moving in together? Aubree mentions how much he jokes about buying a ring for his beau, and Tommy sits back because he does joke a lot about (he hasn't spoken to Evan directly about it but anytime the kid does something sweet he asks him his ring size). Lucy mentions the time they spend talking and texting, she calls it nauseating with a wink, but Tommy doesn't remember the last time he wanted another person in contact with him at all times and who returned the feeling tenfold.
And after all, with their job they could die any day. He sits in his kitchen and replays the moment Evan said it again and again: "I know I'm dragging you through milestones like a cat with a mouse, and I want to let you know that you don't have to say it back. But I love you, Tommy. You mean a lot to me and I'm so happy we met."
Nine months is the longest relationship Tommy has ever had. And he still wishes he could spend every waking second with Evan.
By the end of the night he's barging into Buck's apartment and sticking his tongue in the younger man's mouth. He stands back and pushes his chest up and smiles and says "I love you too, Evan."
Buck is laughing, he's smiling and kissing his boyfriend back and hugging him tight. He can feel Tommy's heart racing when he puts his hand to Tommy's chest. He expected it to take longer. He'd heard about all the ways Tommy had been hurt before. But in the end it only took a day
then they hear a flush and Eddie walks out of the bathroom. He's smiling because Buck's loft is Not Big and he might have heard every word. For just a moment, they all stand in silence not uncomfortable per say but definitely charged.
Then Eddie says "I love you too, bro." Buck lovingly rolls his eyes and Tommy is cracking up. If it were anyone else he'd probably feel embarrassed but Eddie has shared friendly declarations of love before and its not uncommon for the L word to be passed around a 118 dinner party like hors d'oeuvres.
#911 abc#bucktommy#evan buckley#tevan#kinley#eddie diaz#tommy kinard#please ignore any and all timelines that dont make sense i just said random numbers and thought adorable things#andy & aubree might be seen again. idk#aubree is australian and bi and maybe had a crush on tommy when they first met but that was like three years ago now#andy is the captain and divorced but he has a son and daughter who he loves more than life itself#and yall know lucy#yes this inspired by david and patrick bc i am STILL watching schitts creek#personal#fic ideas#PS if you think Buck would say out before 9m i see you. but remember theyre working half that time so im cut that in half when calculating#time actually spent together#idk it made sense in my head
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Murray, after watching Steve and Eddie for all of five seconds, confidently walks up to them and starts his whole spiel about pining blah blah etc etc, and like, Steve will absolutely not have that, there is no way.
So he snorts, looks at Murray down his nose, and with zero hesitation lies, tells him āWeāve been dating for a month, congrats on seeing the obvious... Or not since you couldnāt tellā
He just hopes Eddie will play along. Steve is sending him the strongest signals with his mind right now, and, just, he knows Eddie can be petty like this too (thatās why he likes him so much, and yeah Murray is a little right but fuck him so much more for it)
Eddie ālives for the bit and to fuck with peopleā Munson does not disappoint. He slings an arm around Steve and is like āYeaaahhh wow, real clever observation there buddy.ā In the driest tone imaginable
And Murray, well he was sure he was right, still kind of is sure heās right so he just squints at them for a bit and then breaks out in a wide grin, and only sounds a little sarcastic when he says āCongrats on figuring your shit out yourselves.āĀ
Except he absolutely does not mean it because he wanted to do that, he likes doing that. And now he's sulking and will watch them so closely because something seems offĀ
Eddie and Steve, so committed to the bit and to not let Murray win, start fake dating. All while Murray tries to catch them in their lie, and theyāre all too stubborn to give up
Murray starts to slowly think he maybe was wrong though because they really seem like a couple. And even though thereās still something there he canāt ignore the proof.
When they straight up make out in front of him, and he can tell that theyāre so lost in each other they probably donāt know heās there he's about to concede
But then after that, they act so weird around each other again? Itās like before but worse and how did the pining get worse when theyāre actually openly together? Regularly have their tongues down each other's throats and all?
Meanwhile, Steve and Eddie are going through it because they thought theyād be okay but that kiss was so much, and oh god they donāt think they can do this? But they canāt let Murray win?
A week and a half later at their monthly 'we survived the apocalypse, again' get-together at Hoppers and Joyceās, Murray just gets enough of how twitchy they are. He grabs them both and locks them in a closet and is like āI donāt wanna know anymore, whatever fight you had or didnāt figure it outā
They sort of stand there shuffling from foot to foot not marking eye contact until Eddie is just like āOh for fucks sake, I like you for real okay? The bastard was right so can we actually just date? Please?ā And all Steve's can do is say "Thank god," while he smiles the most blinding smile and grabs Eddie by his collar pulling him in for a kiss
Fifteen minutes later they come out of the closet (the irony and symbolism is not lost on them) all disheveled and a little too satisfied looking and are met with very loud screaming from all the younger teens, ranging from a simple āEw!ā (Mike) to āDude we are right here what if we'd heard? Or walked in there and seen?ā (Dustin)
Theyāre lucky theyāre too distracted by this to see Murray's self-satisfied smirk because if they did they would have pretend broken up and there would have been another month of sneaking around but this time actually dating and pretending they werenāt
#I'm bringing you all another steddie gets Murray'd take because well I can#and bc I think they'd be so bitchy to him about it and like see it as war#they refuse to admit he got them together until years later and even then they're like 'we would have gotten there quicker and with less#confusion without him- he was a roadblock actually'#theyāre bitch boyfriends ok?#Murray moves on to Nancy and Robin after this and both Nancy who has been Murray'd before and Robin who knew this whole mess#just shake their heads and is like 'you quiet- we are not doing this let us figure out our own lives'#dels steddie thoughts#steddie headcanon#my post#steddie ficlet#murray bauman#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie
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Half questioning my memory of the post s4 era, half side eying a certain character, so correct me if Iām wrong, but I donāt think there was ever a time when the Buddie fandom fully took the single āEvanā from the season 4 finale as Eddie receiving āEvanā privileges from then on. From my recollection, fics stayed mostly consistent with their uses of āEvanā by Eddie, perhaps just with an emphasis on important moments (love confessions, Christopherās adoption papers, wedding vows, NDEs, etc.) after the finale. And I had to stop myself from wondering why that is because I know why. We all know. Because nobody wanted to use āEvanā in fics when Buck had just told his parents that people who know him call him Buck. So Buddie fandom heard that, accepted it, and uses it only sparingly. In canon and fanon, even Maddie only rarely uses āEvanā anymore, and it feels even less common for her to use post-Buck Begins (if at all, actually). So the fact that Tommy and BT fans tend to use āEvanā (at least, this has been my experience) is so utterly jarring. Buck told everyone his preference, and I believe LFJ has spoken about being told to use only āEvanā when referring to Buck, so I simply do not understand anyone who believes that BT is in love already or endgame. Yes, it could go the āBuck gave Tommy āEvanā privileges off-screenā route, but then why push it off-screen? It would be a major allowance made for a new love interest, and a significant step in Buckās character arc. Yet we see nothing of the sort. So why would anyone believe thatās what happened? The last we heard, Buck had told his parents and everyone else to call him Buck exclusively, with the minimal exception of Maddie (who was, for most of his childhood, his one and only lifeline and confidant). That sort of history and characterization is not ignored if there is not something very wrong with the writersā room. It was not even ignored by a significant portion of the fandom post-season 4, although Eddie gaining permanent āEvanā privileges wouldāve been a strong indicator of a Buddie endgame (had an on-screen explanation of Eddie gaining this privilege been released). It was not ignored, and it did not change the nature of Buck in fic nor fanon. So why in hell is the same not holding true for a brand new relationship like BT?
#buddie#apologies for the rant#it just annoys me#that for 3 years this facet of Buckās was understood and accepted by basically the entire fandom#but enter T and suddenly people are using āEvanā like Buck didnāt literally walk through fire every single day of his life to keep from#being known as his parentsā āEvanā again#this was literally not a problem before this past season and now everry time I see āEvanā used in fics I cringe#soemtimes even when itās Maddie or Eddie using it in a canon/character-aligned way#itās the very definition of YOU DO NOT KNOW THIS CHARACTER to my brain#anti tommy kinard#anti tevan#anti bucktommy#anti bummy#anti bt#evan buckley#eddie diaz#and like#who cares if T is using it in canon???#heās literally known Buck for all of 5 months at MOST#this is not a case of endgame ship getting privileges regarding each other that others donāt#this is a case of T and BT stand not understanding Buck as a character or person#even watching the whole show does not absolve someone of this weirdness because why is anyone following the lead of Tree 6 on anything Buck#maddie buckley han#maddie han#maddie buckley#btw if youāre a BT who somehow stumbled on this post despite like 4 anti tags that are easily filtered - just walk away#I am but an annoyed buddie fan who thinks that watching this show for deeper stories#is better than latching on to the newest white boy of the month#911#911 abc
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wrote a whole post and lost it so this will be the abridged version but has anyone ever written an au where shannon has a hot mamma mia summer and hooks up with buck and eddie and then oh noooo she's pregnantttt so she tells them both and they all decide to like be friends and just get a paternity test after the baby is born. but then shannon has like a rough labor and chris is in the NICU so they just forget about it for the immediate future they're like okay that doesn't even matter they just focus on shannon's recovery and getting chris healthy.
and suddenly chris is four months old and technically buck has his own little shithole apartment with four roommates while eddie and shannon are dating and living together but in practicality eddie and shannon barely spend any time together and buck stays over on the couch all the time and he and eddie have become Buck And Eddie and they both love little baby chris so much that they don't really Want to do the paternity test anymore because once that happens their little bro parenting arrangement will fall apart and one of them will have no claim to their beautiful baby boy...
meanwhile shannon has never been more stressed in her fucking life and she wants out. everyone keeps saying that it'll get easier and she sees buck and eddie both settling into parenthood and enjoying it but she just feels like she's in a cell and the walls are closing in. at the moment she's the only one on the birth certificate and she's acutely aware that buck and eddie could both just dip if they wanted to but she can't. so she starts pushing the paternity test issue and they both keep making stupid ass excuses to put it off and her and eddie's relationship is a fucking mess and she wants OUT.
so finally she's fed up with it and she goes and has the test done without telling them. and when she gets the results back she updates chris's birth certificate and she knows that she should tell them but well. now that she's faced with having to tell the guy who's dedicated his entire life to christopher for the past six months that actually he doesn't need to be here. she thinks she understands why they didn't want to get it done. and now that eddie's name is on the paper next to hers she thought that the anxiety and the trapped feeling would let up but it doesn't. if anything it makes her feet itch more. and she tells herself well eddie can do anything he needs legally. and buck will probably stick around and help even though he's not the father. so they don't really NEED her christopher will be fine and buck will have an excuse to stay and she and eddie won't have to keep playing pretend.
so eddie wakes up the next morning to a crying baby, an empty bed, and a fresh legal document with his name on it.
#em talks#911#first of all idk how birth certificates work and i don't care how unrealistic this is.#second of all eddie definitely doesn't tell buck about the birth certificate because he doesn't want to break his heart or make him leave#which leads to a Whole Other Thing. eventually eddie just has to come clean for some practical legal reason and buck's like what the fuck.#first fightttt. but i say all of this bc i think they get platonically married so buck can adopt christopher and keep parenting him#and i think they literally coparent this child and are married for Years as besties.#do you see my vision. they are in domestic bliss but also completely insane.
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so anyway-
#han talks#so sick of the constant misogyny in this fandom like god forbid someone joke about a character with 8 minutes of screentime dying#i've had to live thru years of people 'joking' about how they'd love to see every one of buck/eddie's gfs die violently and graphically#'we're scaring the puritans away' if you think queer people who don't like that scene are puritans than idk what to tell you#wishing violence on a queer character = homophobia but wishing violence on women ā misogyny like make it make sense#people only care when it's a white man they find hot being attacked other than that it's crickets#anyway idc if you like t*mmy that's fine you do you!!! have fun!!#but the hypocrisy is driving me insane#anti tommy kinard#anti bucktommy#<- just to be safe no one yell at me
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"Uh, just this please," Steve said, handing the CD to the guy behind the counter.
He gave Steve a weird look. "Are you sure you want this?"
Steve nodded, sweating. "Yup."
"You do know it's Ozzy Osbourne, right?" the guy said, looking for the price. He glanced up at Steve; striped polo shirt, perfect swiped hair, and all. "It's not Wham! or ABBA. That'll be fifteen."
Steve handed him a twenty. "It's for my friend. He likes Ozzy. But he prefers Dio, but I much prefer Ozzy than Dio. So I will be buying this one, so I get to listen to it with him rather than having to listen to Dio." He took the bag the guy gave him. "But honestly, Mƶtley CrĆ¼e is my jam."
"Yeah man," the guy just looked weirded out, "here's your receipt."
Steve gave him finger guns. "Coolio, man," he said, trying to be slick, but he ended up tripping on the way out of the store.
#steve just getting into alt music or more metal music and eddie introducing him to these bands and artists#and he still looks like season two steve because thats funny to think of#and he does research on all these bands even though there's not much out there seeing as these bands only formed like ten years prior#but either way he's doing research and whatever and listening to music eddie supplies him with but eddie wants the either the new#ozzy or dio cd so steve uses his knowledge of past listening classes and chooses ozzy but he then meets this guy who works at the store#this guy is like beoski are you buying the right thing? this is not queen. this is some metal music not madonna#and steves like i know its for my boyfriend i mean best friend i mean friend#and then says that motley crue is his jam and dies inside because holy fuck he said jam and thats not metal at all#stranger things#steve harrington#steddie#eddie munson#mƶtley crĆ¼e#ozzy osbourne#dio band#dio#metal music
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People who truly dislike Edwina Sharma are wild. Heaven forbid an 18 year old be charmed after being almost relentlessly pursued by an older man. Three married women, including her mother, are for the match. THE QUEEN is for the match. The only person saying he isn't right for her is her sister and like I'm sorry but my sister could swear that a man wasn't that into me and I would not listen if he BOUGHT ME A HORSE!???!!?!!
#having a s2 rewatch and truly. that is a teenager who has never been courted before. that's a girl with no experience with this at all.#she's being pursued by a nearly 30 year old man who we know will chase off a young lady's suitors (see The Daphne Debacle)#also we have no clue what kates love life was like or what she may have revealed to edwina so does eddy think#āmy sister who has never entertained men or had a serious relationship is giving me courting adviceā#and is that supposed to mean more than their mother's blessing and support?#fair enough mary is supposed to be complacent to an unbelievable level in this show but had kate said āmama he truly isnt right for eddyā#would mary just have handwaved it off? is that the deal the show was going for?#people online loooove to talk about how much you wanna hit your sibling for no reason but an acerbic āhalf-sisterā is too far?#if my maid of honour wanted to fuck my future husband i'd hand the priest my earrings tell him to meet me in the confessional and go to tow#i think edwinas explanation of this anger was not well thought out but she was entirely right to be angry.#anyways. eddy darling i will live you until my dying days.#edwina sharma#bridgerton
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'i'm not angry just disappointed' i say angrily
#cannot believe we are having this discourse in the year 2024#if i see one more person say that bi!buck is only for eddie/buddie shippers i will start biting#i WILL gatekeep if necessary do not test me#evan buckley#911 abc#buddie my beloved i cannot look at you rn#cant believe that buck being bi by himself is so controversial#i hope bucktommy are endgame specifically to spite these people actually
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What if Eddie didnāt hesitate?
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#my brain constantly reverts to think about that split second moment where eddie is literally *throwing himself* out to try and catch steve#and since itās been a year since i last made a steddie comic figured this was the best chance to go again#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steddie#steve x eddie#mini comic#fan comic#stranger things season 4#can you tell where I started to get a little burnt out? (last pageās uncolored vine and no faces)#the majority of this comic was drawn during the 1am to 4am time zone so shh you see nothing-#doesnāt matter im proud of this :]
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Not sure if this theory makes any sense at all but I'm starting to believe that there's no time skip between Wally's phone calls and what we see/hear in the show's Media/Merchandise. If we see the Toyland call being made before the Homewarming episode then it would make sense that Wally's expecting Barnaby to come over soon. As well as the Homewarming sketch from the prior update. (I don't know, still kind of brainstorming this perspective)
that theory Does make sense and i've been considering it! the "timeline" is such a nebulous thing right now because we still... don't really know! there are too many variables and too many Maybes for any solid answer.
maybe the reality that the neighbors live in exists outside of time like you say, and like half of me suspects. there's so much reality fuckery already present, but I'm also... unsure of how much merit this holds given what we know / can infer about how time passes in Home. i'm putting this theory on a low shelf to look at but not prioritize
maybe it really has been 50 years, and Barnaby is either still around / Wally is still in contact with him, or Barnaby... isn't there. who knows, maybe Wally was just verbalizing some Wishful Thinking. i mean, Wally is a bit of an unreliable narrator, isn't he? we can't assume that everything he says is entirely accurate or truthful. and i mean, if it's been 50 years it makes sense that Wally would be pushing for connection / to revive WH. who knows how long he's been trying.
hm... i mean. it could be a mix of that and the Outside Of Time theory. who knows, maybe W is receiving calls from different points in the timeline - Wally may have started out just calling, and has just graduated to invading the WH website / getting pushy with the envelopes and media that's been sent to the WHRP. maybe Wally got tired of waiting for W to respond before W was even born. who's to say!
#i mean. idk the emphasis wally puts on Its So Quiet makes my brain tilt its head#it feels like wally breaking composure before he pastes the Facade back on with '-during homewarming'#that and just the way he phrased 'everyones usually so busy so its just me and home for a long while'#Usually so busy. Usually. why not Always? or Is?#usually.#and then the 'its just me and home for a long while'#the phrasing here has Connotations i think!#homebogging#welcome home speculation#wh speculation#OF COURSE. I HAVE TO DEBUNK MYSELF!#what we hear / see from Wally is - ironically - more genuine than the WHRP's or W's recovered media (save the eddie excerpts)#the WH media shows us the ideal homewarming - where everyone is getting into the spirit and spending time together and the like#but then wally could be telling us what homewarming is Really like - lonely. quiet.#WHICH MAKES SENSE THEMATICALLY! and it mirrors how christmas time is. its marketed as this joyful thing that brings people together#when in reality its lonely and stressful. i know i certainly never feel more lonely than i do at that time of year!#so there's just. layers. right now im simultaneously believing in the time discrepancy And them existing outside of time#im leaning on the first one but you know!#BUT!!! IM CONFIDENT THAT THE HOMEWARMING WALLY WAS CALLING FROM WAS NOT THE ONE WE SAW IN THE UPDATE.#wally spoke with enough familiarity about the time of year to make me think 'hes lived through many of these hasnt he'#it could be that time Has passed for the neighbors and its been many homewarmings.#it could be that it Started as what the commercials/update showed us.#but as time passed maybe it became a time where everyone just... Isolates for one reason or another. so now it's just quiet and lonely#im still rolling it all around in my head! many factors and implications to consider w/ this update!#Take All Of This With A Grain Of Salt As Usual!
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