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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 thatā€™s where it all goes wrong.
His intent was to grab more drinks from the fridge, but when he stood, he blinked a few times. ā€œWhoa,ā€ he murmurs.
ā€œSteve?ā€ Robin asks. She sounds like sheā€™s at the end of a long tunnel.
ā€œSteve?ā€ Eddie asks. He sounds closer, but not as close as he should.
ā€œā€˜M fine,ā€ he says, ā€œjusā€™ dizzy.ā€
Then heā€™s waking up in the hospital. ā€œWhat,ā€ he asks, then doesnā€™t complete the thought because Robin and Eddie are both standing over him, one on each side, holding each of his hands, and heā€™d feel so much love if he could feel anything besides general panic because- ā€œI canā€™t hear you,ā€ he says, breathing picking up. ā€œI canā€™t- please, I- I need-ā€
Eddie shuts up, staring at him with wide eyes, and after a second of hesitation, places Steveā€™s 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, heā€™ll learn this is something theyā€™d been watching for, but couldnā€™t be sure of until he woke up. Later, heā€™ll 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 Robinā€™s hand, how to believe heā€™ll be okay, because he has to.
He has to.
He stays with Eddie upon his release, because theyā€™re together most days anyways, and itā€™s a certain kind of torture on Steveā€™s heart because Eddieā€™s started carrying around a notebook and a pen just to write to Steve whatever he was gonna say, and Steve doesnā€™t think he could love another person more than he did, but hereā€™s the proof, apparently.
Theyā€™re sharing a bed, because Wayne had previously called their couch ā€œolder than Jesus,ā€ and Steve lasted for all of an hour on it before slipping into Eddieā€™s 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.
Steveā€™s laying in bed, like he does every night, when he rolls over to face Eddie. ā€œEddie?ā€ He asks. Eddieā€™s always last to sleep, so Steveā€™s not hesitant about asking, except Eddie doesnā€™t answer.
ā€œEddie?ā€ He asks again, jostling Eddieā€™s shoulder a bit.
Suddenly he shoots up in the air, and Steve bites back a yell.
Suddenly thereā€™s a voice that sounds like itā€™s coming from everywhere and nowhere, reverberating off the corners of the room, echoing louder and louder. You took everything from me. Eddieā€™s arms snap, and Steve yells, scrambles up, music, except whatā€™s his favorite songā€”that puppet one, metal, come on brain, thinkā€”but thereā€™s nothing here but country, bluegrass, stuff Wayne likes, and Steve turns to watch the blood drain from Eddieā€™s face as another gristly crunch echoes, louder than anything so far. So Iā€™ll 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 wasnā€™t on half a second ago.
Steve blinks at him, looks at the room. No floating Eddie in the middle of it.
ā€œDream?ā€ He asks. Eddie nods. He stifles the sob and practically launches himself onto the bed, into Eddieā€™s arms, lets himself shake apart because he can.
Eventually he feels reverberating in Eddieā€™s chest that he knows means words, means speaking, so he looks up at Eddie, whoā€™s looking at the door.
He turns to look, too, and sees Wayne. ā€œS-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 heā€™s 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. ā€œYouā€¦ want me to tell you?ā€
Eddie points at Steve again, insistently, and Steve understands: your choice.
ā€œI can,ā€ he agrees. ā€œWe were in bed and I was tryinā€™a talk to you, but you didnā€™t 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 voiceā€”it was Vecna, I didnā€™t recognize it in the dreamā€”said Iļæ½ļæ½ļæ½d taken everything from him so he was gonna take everything from me. And I was trying to find music, but I couldnā€™t remember the name of your favorite song, and the only stuff in here was Wayneā€™s stuff, country and bluegrass and stuff like that, andā€¦ā€ he sighs out a broken sob. ā€œI couldnā€™t save you.ā€
Eddie reaches for his hand, but suddenly thatā€™s not enough, he needs to be able to feel his heartbeat, have his breathing move Steveā€™s 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 Wayneā€™s 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, Eddieā€™s got his arms wrapped around Steve as he carefully lowers them back down. He rubs a hand up and down Steveā€™s spine, slips the other into Steveā€™s 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.
Steveā€™s heart clenches at the thought. ā€œOkay,ā€ he whispers.
Robin comes over later, and they sit on the front steps as he recounts what had happened. ā€œHeā€™s just so sweet,ā€ he sighs. ā€œAnd Iā€™m an idiot whoā€™s letting my heart get involved.ā€
Robin wraps an arm around his shoulders and kisses his temple. It doesnā€™t help as much as heā€™d hoped it would, but he appreciates the gesture anyways.
Later she leaves, and Eddie pulls out his dedicated Steve Notebook.
Iā€™ve got a friend in Indy who knows sign language. I could give her a call, if you want? He writes, and again Steveā€™s 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.
Heā€™s 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. Sheā€™s willing to talk to you, get you started, maybe even get you some books. Does tomorrow work?
Steve gapes up at Eddie. ā€œTomorrow?ā€
Eddie nods and grins, then points at Steve in a gesture Steve knows has come to mean you decide.
ā€œThat would be great,ā€ he says. ā€œSeriously, 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. Itā€™s probably twenty minutes into the drive, and even with Eddie sitting next to him in the driverā€™s seat, it feels lonely. He never realized how much heā€™d miss the sound of tires on asphalt. He wasnā€™t ever truly into music, like Eddie is, but he misses the radio. He misses the wind rushing past, the silence thatā€™s possible to share when both people can hear-
He doesnā€™t realize heā€™s crying until Eddieā€™s pulled over, a hand on his cheek and a concerned expression on his face. ā€œSorry,ā€ he tries. Eddie shakes his head, presses his palm more firmly to Steveā€™s cheek. ā€œFuck,ā€ he mutters. ā€œā€˜S stupid. Justā€¦ felt alone. I dunno. Thereā€™s, like, a million little things you hear every day that you donā€™t 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 itā€™s all silent now, and thereā€™s not even music, and-ā€ he takes a deep, shaky breath. Lets it out as evenly as he can. ā€œI justā€¦ felt really alone all of a sudden.ā€
Eddie brushes his thumb along Steveā€™s 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 canā€™t tell notes, but itā€™s something, and then Eddie carefully reaches for his hand, keeps his grip relaxed until Steve smiles at him and tightens his own fingers around Eddieā€™s. ā€œThank you,ā€ he whispers.
Eddie smiles, nods, and gets back on the road.
They arrive at his friendā€™s apartment in no time, and Steve would be jealous at the length of the hug if Eddie didnā€™t immediately step back to grab Steveā€™s hand again. Based on his hand motions, heā€™s 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. Itā€™s nice to meet you.
He grins up at her. ā€œItā€™s 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?
ā€œNot at all,ā€ Steve says, then frowns, somehow just now realizing he doesnā€™t know the full extent of what happened. ā€œHonestly, all I know is I stood up and got really dizzy, and then I was waking up in the hospital.ā€ He shrugs. ā€œIā€™ve 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 wasnā€™t fast enough. You hit your head on the floor. He looks away, takes a deep breath. Iā€™m sorry.
ā€œThat is not your fault, Eds,ā€ Steve tells him firmly. Eddie wonā€™t look him in the eyes, so Steve grabs his chin. ā€œHey, look at me. Not your fault. I donā€™t blame you. Okay?ā€
Eddie shrugs, pointing to himself with a self-deprecating smile, and Steve knows what heā€™s trying to say. I do.
ā€œWell I donā€™t,ā€ Steve says. ā€œBut 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. Theyā€™re not alone. ā€œSorry,ā€ he tells her, but she waves him off, handing over the chalkboard again. I think weā€™ll start on the alphabet today. That way you can at least finger spell what you need, even if itā€™s slow.
ā€œSounds 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 Eddieā€™s legs.
They share a look and burst out laughing, but they donā€™t forget those letters again.
By the end of the day, theyā€™ve 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.
ā€œThank 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, Steveā€™s hand in Eddieā€™s before Steve can practically blink. He smiles, unbearably fond, and squeezes to get his attention before signing, ā€œThank 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 didnā€™t realize learning could be this fun.
Heā€™s 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. ā€œIā€™m gonna say something thatā€™s gonna sound incredibly sappy,ā€ he says. ā€œBut 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.
ā€œIā€™m glad itā€™s you. Iā€™m glad you were there that day, Iā€™m glad you were there when I woke up at the hospital, Iā€™m glad you were there when I realized going home meant being completely alone. Iā€™m 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. ā€œIā€™m glad you have Nicole, because it lets me talk with you easier. Iā€™m glad you never once let me feel like Iā€™m alone, or like Iā€™m going through this alone. Iā€™m glad youā€™re learning with me. Iā€™m glad youā€™re making this fun. I didnā€™t 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. ā€œIā€™m glad itā€™s you,ā€ Steve whispers, ā€œhere, at the end of all things.ā€
He doesnā€™t realize heā€™s crying until Eddieā€™s hands are cradling his cheeks, wiping away tears. Eddieā€™s just as teary-eyed, though, and he pulls away, looking for the notebook. Please donā€™t punch me.
Steve looks up, brows furrowed, to watch Eddie spell something. I l-o-v-
Thatā€™s 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 thatā€™s 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 Steveā€™s mouth.
Steve lets him, pulling away for a sharp inhale before diving right back in, fingers tight in Eddieā€™s hair and the back of his shirt, and thereā€™s a sudden vibration that he just knows means Eddie moans, and suddenly heā€™s dizzy again, but this time he welcomes it, because this time heā€™s not passing out; this time, heā€™s dizzy because heā€™s drunk on love.
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sp0o0kylights Ā· 2 years ago
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Part Two
Gareth Emerson had no clue what the hell Eddie was thinking.Ā 
There was ā€œadopting lost sheepā€ as he called it, and ā€œbeing 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 Hawkinā€™s 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 Hellfireā€™s constant uneasy glances and uncomfortable, awkward joking, no one else was comfortable with it either.Ā 
Except of course, for Eddie.Ā 
ā€œDude 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 
ā€œGa~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 
ā€œNow, 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 wasnā€™t 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 Garethā€™s 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 
ā€œIā€™ll 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 
ā€œWhat were you thinking!?ā€Ā  Gareth started, hands crossed over his chest tightly.Ā  ā€œYou didnā€™t even talk to us first!ā€
ā€œGarebear, look at him.ā€ Eddie said, placing both hands on his friend's face, turning it to look at Steveā€™s hunched form.Ā 
ā€œThose big, sad, puppy-dog eyes.ā€ Eddie continued, leaning in to whisper in Garethā€™s ear. ā€œThe pathetic way he slouches.ā€
Ā Eddie leaned even closer, lips tickling Garethā€™s ear and making the latter swat at him.Ā 
He dropped his hands to Garethā€™s shoulders, shaking him lightly.Ā 
ā€œHis giant empty house we can use for Hellfire meetings.ā€
ā€œIs that seriously why you dragged him over here?ā€ Gareth demanded, a little louder than heā€™d meant too, if Eddieā€™s abruptly tight grip was anything to go by.Ā 
ā€œOf course not.ā€ Eddie scoffed. ā€œRumor 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.ā€Ā 
Eddie grinned theatrically while he said it, staring into Garethā€™s 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 
ā€œDonā€™t bullshit me man.ā€ He said quietly, eyes narrowed. ā€œWhatā€™s the actual reason you decided to go against your own doctrine and adopt Steve Harrington, of all people?ā€Ā 
Eddieā€™s eyes flicked to Harrington and back. ā€œThereā€™s no other--ā€
ā€œEddie.ā€ Gareth snapped, a flash of his temper breaking through. ā€œYouā€™re my best friend. Donā€™t fucking lie to me like that.ā€Ā 
ā€œHas anyone told you youā€™ve been using the word ā€˜fuckā€™ 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 
ā€œEdwin Dale Munson.ā€ Gareth growled, enjoying the way Eddie flinched from his full, government name.Ā 
ā€œSssh!ā€ Eddie dropped his hands from Garethā€™s shoulder to wave them in his face. ā€œFine, 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.ā€Ā 
Eddie tugged at his hair, the movement harsh.Ā 
ā€œI 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 
ā€œI had to coax him in my car and when he got in he kept flinching.ā€Ā 
ā€œFlinching.ā€ Gareth repeated.Ā 
ā€œLike I was gonna hit him or something.ā€ Eddie explained. ā€œWorse Harringtonā€™s house was dark when I got home. I mentioned to Wayne it didnā€™t look like anybody lived there and he said he was surprised anyone did. He thought the Harringtonā€™s moved.ā€Ā 
ā€œOkay.ā€ Gareth said, not quiet following this part of the conversation.Ā 
ā€œHe 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.ā€Ā 
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 didnā€™t paint a pretty picture.Ā 
ā€œShit.ā€ Gareth said finally.
Eddie nodded. ā€œExactly.ā€Ā 
Together, they turned to stare at Harrington, who had hunched further into himself now that Eddie was gone from the table.Ā 
ā€œIf he turns on us Iā€™m blaming you.ā€ Gareth grumbled finally, and tried not to let the smile that broke out on Eddieā€™s face effect him.Ā 
ā€œGlad to hear youā€™re on board, Garebear.ā€ Eddie said, patting his shoulder hard.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re a fucking teddy bear, you know that right?ā€ Gareth continued as they turned to walk back to the table.
ā€œShut your mouth.ā€ Eddie fired back.Ā 
ā€œI don't think I will. In fact, Harrington!ā€ Gareth spoke the jockā€™s 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 Harringtonā€™s face. ā€œWouldnā€™t you agree that Eddie here is a giant teddy bear?ā€
ā€œDonā€™t answer that.ā€ Eddie cut in, as Harrington blinked slowly, a puzzled look overtaking his face. ā€œGareth here has a big imagination.ā€
ā€œLet the man give his own opinions. Iā€™m sure he has some!ā€Ā 
Steve looked between them.Ā 
ā€œI think Iā€™ll plead the fifth.ā€ He decided on.Ā 
ā€œSmart 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 Harringtonā€™s face.Ā 
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steviesbicrisis Ā· 1 year ago
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Steveā€™s best relationship wasnā€™t 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 Steveā€™s 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 Eddieā€™s 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 doesnā€™t think he ever was clueless, just really scared about what would potentially mean to be staring at another dudeā€™s 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 ā€œbabyā€, or ā€œsweetheartā€.
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 couldnā€™t 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 doesnā€™t 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 Rickā€™s 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.
ā€”ā€”ā€”
Steve doesnā€™t know if heā€™s 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 canā€™t say he ever did.
Steve just exists waiting. He canā€™t tell if heā€™s waiting for the pain to go away or for Eddie to jump out of a bush and yell ā€œah! I got you sucker!! By the way, Iā€™m in love with you too.ā€
For obvious reasons, that never happens.
What does happen, is a call.
Itā€™s 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 heā€™s still alive.
The call happens while Robin is doing her kitchen check up - aka making sure he has food and that heā€™s eating it-, so she picks the phone like she did a million times before.
ā€œHarrington residence, this is Robinā€ she says, cheerfully.
Steve doesnā€™t pay much attention to it as heā€™s folding his dadā€™s old clothes that intends to donate to the shelter, until he hears Robinā€™s loud gasp.
ā€œWhat is it? Is it the hospital? Is it Max?ā€ He rushes to the other room where Robin is.
She doesnā€™t 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.
Heā€™s still unprepared when he hears that unmistakable voice ā€œBabyā€.
Steve gasps for breath ā€œEddie?ā€
Is that really you? What happened? Are you hurt? Isnā€™t this impossible? Is what goes on in Steveā€™s head, but he ends up just asking ā€œare you okay?ā€
He can hear a chuckle, Eddieā€™s wicked chuckle, a further confirmation that it is him, ā€œIā€™m- hanging in thereā€¦ are you okay?ā€
Steve finds the question absurd. He isnā€™t 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, ā€œIā€™mā€¦ Iā€™m not okay.ā€
ā€œIā€™ll be there soon, I promise.ā€
ā€œPlease Eddie, come quick.ā€
ā€œIā€™ll break the sound barrier for you.ā€
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thefreakandthehair Ā· 11 months ago
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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
ā€œMy dad called.ā€Ā 
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  wouldnā€™t 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 
Itā€™s been eighteen years since heā€™d gotten sober, nineteen years since his last stint at Hawkins County, and fifteen years since making a genuine attempt to right the wrongs of Eddieā€™s childhood and build a relationship with his son.Ā 
Fifteen years after Eddie let him in, let him try, let him earn Eddieā€™s trust.Ā 
Fifteen years is a long time and to see Eddie so vitriolic in the doorway of their apartmentā€™s living roomā€” hands shaking, body shakingā€” Steve knows something mustā€™ve gone wrong.Ā 
ā€œWhat happened?ā€ Steve asks, standing from the couch and meeting Eddie where he stands, holding the hand not curled tightly around itself.Ā 
ā€œHeā€™s drunk. He called, and he was drunk.ā€Ā 
Steveā€™s 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 heā€™s even more grateful now that Ronnie wanted a sleepover with Aunt Robin tonight.Ā 
ā€œEddie, fuck. Iā€™m soā€” ā€ Before he can finish his thought, Eddie leans back against the doorframe, ripping his hand out of Steveā€™s and tangling his fingers in his hair, tugging.Ā 
ā€œHow could he? How fucking could he?!ā€ Eddie bellows, eyes squeezed shut. ā€œHe knew! He knew that if he ever did this again, Iā€™d be done. For good. For forever. And he did it anyways! After eighteen fucking years!ā€Ā 
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.
ā€œHe did it anyway! Two days before fucking Christmas, a week before the anniversary ofā€”ā€ He chokes and cuts himself off.Ā 
He knows what Eddie was going to say. A week before the anniversary of Wayneā€™s death. Itā€™s 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 hasnā€™t 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 canā€™t shield him from this.Ā Al Munson skips to the top of his shitlist.
ā€œThat son of a bitch!ā€ Eddie rams his fist sideways against the door jam, leaving a sharp, red mark along his pinky. ā€œHe promised, and I believed him. Why the fuck did I believe him, Steve?ā€
Steve takes a step closer and grabs both of Eddieā€™s hands, carefully soothing the angry mark. ā€œItā€™s been almost twenty years, babe. Trusting him with so much time invested makes sense. Hell, I did, too.ā€Ā 
ā€œIā€™mā€” Iā€™m 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 didnā€™t know what fucking day it was,ā€ Eddie rants, stopping to take a breath before picking back up, Steveā€™s own heart cracking and raging the more he speaks.Ā 
ā€œAnd every time heā€™d get sober, heā€™d always promise. Heā€™d promise it would be the last time, and it never was. Not once could he choose his fucking son and I didnā€™t understand it then, but now that we have Ronnie, I understand it even less. If I was sick enough to walk away from her, Iā€™d walk my happy ass to the nearest fucking rehab. I get that itā€™s a disease, I get it, I get it, I get it. But I canā€™tā€” I canā€™t do it again. Not this time. Eighteen years just down the fucking drain because of his companyā€™s holiday party? How can I ever believe him again? Or trust him again?ā€Ā 
Eddieā€™s voice grows raspier, breath shallow and quick, eyes watery. ā€œEvery time this happened when I was a kid, I always had Wayne. Heā€™s the only person who really got it, yā€™know? The only one who lived it with me and now, I donā€™t even have him. My dadā€™s 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.ā€Ā 
He squeezes his eyes shut again and drops forward toward Steve, forehead on his shoulder and arms loosely hung around Steveā€™s waist. Steve still doesnā€™t 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 Eddieā€™s tee-shirt and rub little, repetitive circles into the small of Eddieā€™s back while he cards his other hand through Eddieā€™s hair, scratching his scalp and holding him to his chest to feel the rhythm of Steveā€™s own heartbeat until his breath returns to a steady pace.Ā 
Itā€™s only then that Steve speaks.Ā 
ā€œI donā€™t know what to say, Ed. Itā€™s fucked up, and if you want to me like, hit him with my car, you know Iā€™m game.ā€ Steve feels Eddie laughā€” just a few puffs of air through his nose but itā€™s a laugh all the same. ā€œBut Iā€™m here, and weā€™re gonna figure it out, okay? Whatever you decide to do, weā€™ll 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 
ā€œI never want to be what Al was to me to our daughter,ā€ Eddie whispers, not looking away from the tree.Ā 
ā€œWell, youā€™re ahead of the game, because sheā€™s already older than you were when he started hitting the bottle hard. And I know thereā€™s 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 sheā€™s probably the reason I didnā€™t turn out like Dick Harrington. Ronnieā€™s never going to have an Al Munson in her life, because you werenā€™t raised by Al Munson. Thatā€™s not whose legacy youā€™re passing down. Youā€™re passing down love, not pain.ā€ Steve presses a soft kiss to Eddieā€™s temple and feels his whole body sag into him.Ā 
ā€œYeah. Yeah, I guess youā€™re right.ā€ Eddieā€™s 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 
ā€œMy hand really hurts, by the way,ā€ Eddie announces, holding up the hand heā€™d used to punch the doorjam. ā€œThat was fucking dumb.ā€
ā€œMaybe a little bit, but I get it,ā€ Steve untucks a hand from beneath the blanket and outstretches his palm. ā€œLemme see?ā€
Eddie plops his hand into Steveā€™s and Steve takes a look, mentally working down the check list heā€™s memorized from his decade plus of EMT work. No obvious breaks, nothing looks crooked, Eddieā€™s able to move each finger and flex his hand without severe pain.Ā 
ā€œIf anything, itā€™s just gonna be bruised tomorrow. But Iā€™ll fix it,ā€ Steve grins and lifts Eddieā€™s fist to his lips, carefully kissing each knuckle and paying a little extra attention to the pinky that delivered most of the blow.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m so in love with you, Steve.ā€ Eddie rests his temple on Steveā€™s shoulder. ā€œYou know that, right?ā€Ā 
ā€œI know,ā€ Steve agrees, chest fluttering despite the circumstances. ā€œAnd Iā€™m in love with you, too. You know that, right?ā€
Eddie snuggles in and wraps Steve up, full koala, as though heā€™s trying to get as close as possible without actually cracking Steve open and climbing inside of him.Ā 
ā€œDefinitely.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, Eddieā€™s cell phone rings and the caller I.D. reads Al. Steve watches, worried that Eddieā€™s going to answer in the middle of their decorating. That heā€™ll forget Ronnieā€™s having the time of her life, and that in his righteous indignation, Eddie will leave the table to go fight and argue.
Thereā€™s so much to be said, and Steve wouldnā€™t 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 
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buddiedaydreamer911 Ā· 5 months ago
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christopher canonically starts high school in the fallšŸ„ŗšŸ„ŗšŸ„ŗ
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bibewilderedandbuck Ā· 5 months ago
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Imagine Buck saying ā€œi 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. Theyā€™re not AS close as the 118 but they put their life in each others handā€™s 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.
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delta-piscium Ā· 2 years ago
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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 ā€œWeā€™ve been dating for a month, congrats on seeing the obvious... Or not since you couldnā€™t 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 (thatā€™s why he likes him so much, and yeah Murray is a little right but fuck him so much more for it)
Eddie ā€˜lives for the bit and to fuck with peopleā€™ Munson does not disappoint. He slings an arm around Steve and is like ā€œYeaaahhh 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 heā€™s 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 ā€œCongrats on figuring your shit out yourselves.ā€Ā 
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 theyā€™re 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 thereā€™s still something there he canā€™t ignore the proof.
When they straight up make out in front of him, and he can tell that theyā€™re so lost in each other they probably donā€™t know heā€™s there he's about to concede
But then after that, they act so weird around each other again? Itā€™s like before but worse and how did the pining get worse when theyā€™re 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 theyā€™d be okay but that kiss was so much, and oh god they donā€™t think they can do this? But they canā€™t let Murray win?
A week and a half later at their monthly 'we survived the apocalypse, again' get-together at Hoppers and Joyceā€™s, Murray just gets enough of how twitchy they are. He grabs them both and locks them in a closet and is like ā€œI donā€™t wanna know anymore, whatever fight you had or didnā€™t figure it outā€
They sort of stand there shuffling from foot to foot not marking eye contact until Eddie is just like ā€œOh 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 ā€œEw!ā€ (Mike) to ā€œDude we are right here what if we'd heard? Or walked in there and seen?ā€ (Dustin)
Theyā€™re lucky theyā€™re 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 werenā€™t
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1doesnotsimplyhavejust1fandam Ā· 2 months ago
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Half questioning my memory of the post s4 era, half side eying a certain character, so correct me if Iā€™m wrong, but I donā€™t think there was ever a time when the Buddie fandom fully took the single ā€œEvanā€ from the season 4 finale as Eddie receiving ā€œEvanā€ privileges from then on. From my recollection, fics stayed mostly consistent with their uses of ā€œEvanā€ by Eddie, perhaps just with an emphasis on important moments (love confessions, Christopherā€™s 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 ā€œEvanā€ 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 ā€œEvanā€ 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 ā€œEvanā€ (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 ā€œEvanā€ 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 ā€œBuck gave Tommy ā€˜Evanā€™ 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 Buckā€™s character arc. Yet we see nothing of the sort. So why would anyone believe thatā€™s 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 ā€œEvanā€ privileges wouldā€™ve 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?
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lesbianrobin Ā· 2 months ago
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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.
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maxanor Ā· 6 months ago
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your-stranger-halfblood-things Ā· 3 months ago
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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.
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beyondthislifetime Ā· 6 months ago
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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!???!!?!!
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kittyphoenix12-xx Ā· 6 months ago
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'i'm not angry just disappointed' i say angrily
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psychotic-nonsense Ā· 5 months ago
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carnivalcarriondiscarded Ā· 8 months ago
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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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