#uncle wayne my beloved i love you so much

[domsaysstuff]

#ok but there’s no way scatter brained Eddie Munson remembers that kind of information#so Robin asks Wayne#but even Wayne is used to stobin weirdness at this point (tags by @nitro502)

Ok, ok, ok you're so right and it would be so funny too

Wayne likes Robin, he likes all of Eddie's friends actually, the kid knows how to pick good people or maybe rather good people just flock to him, which one is it he doesn't really know but either way, Wayne likes Robin.

So when she asks about Eddie's exact date and time of birth the "if it's some kind of identity scam, you're barking the wrong tree kid" is mostly a joke. Still he raises an eyebrow and waits, curious about what is going on in her head. She and Eddie had that in common, their brains make the most complicated of leaps and come to the weirdest of conclusions. Wayne rarely actually followed their thought process but he still liked to hear it, call it free entertainment.

She laughs, her hand waving as if disposing of the accusations in the air. "No, no, it's to finally get the dinguses together."

Ah. The dinguses. Eddie and that Harrington kid, Steve. Steve as in the only person on this planet that Wayne thinks actually can follow the brains of these two. Steve, the guy that is basically glued to Eddie's hip. Steve, the guy that makes them dinner. Steve, the guy that sleeps in Eddie's bed and is basically moved in into their new trailer. Steve, as in, the kid that Wayne thinks is the only person on this planet good enough for his nephew. Steve as in the guy Eddie is completely smitten with and doesn't see that the guy is smitten right back.

Maybe it is time someone did something about those two pinning. Still,

"And you need Eddie's exact birth date?"

"I need to know his moon and rising." Robin answered in that tone. That *like it's common knowledge* tone.

"Moon and rising?"

"Yes, for the compatibility chart, Steve made one for me and Vi-, for me and my crush but we didn't know the moon and rising signs so obviously it didn't count! Like you can't really draw these kind of conclusions based on one sign! It's barely scratching the surface! And I've been telling that to that dingus but he keeps insisting that sun is the most important anyway!" She drew a big breath and rolled her eyes." Which is just factually wrong but he's stubborn. So! I need Eddie's moon and rising because I'm going to this thing the correct way."

Wayne understood of it as much as he understood about that game Eddie liked to play which is to say, not much. But Robin was looking at him expectantly, as if waiting for Wayne to agree with her about whatever that it was that Steve was wrong about so he just sighed and tried to remember the information that she was asking for. His memory is not what it used to be these days, he is, as Eddie loves to remind him, getting old, but he eventually did.

"Thanks, Wayne!" Buckley bounced with a big smile and thumbs up and basically run out muttering that she needs to start on it immediately.

It seems to be another case of weird Harrington' and Buckley's behaviors. Somehow these two together managed to keep surprising and stomping him. And that's a lot when he basically single-handedly raised Eddie.

He lets out a chuckle to himself. What a bunch of weird kids, those three. It's good that they found each other.

Steve knows astrology because Carol used to have an astrology phase once in middle school and Robin knows it because of her hippie parents which means they know everybody sun, moon and rising and they love to be like "of course you would say that, you're such a sagittarius" or "god i bet you she's a leo! She has such a big ego!" and be overall very bitchily condescending or as if they are drawing someone's fucking psychological profile (they're just gossiping) about it

When Robin reveals her crush on Vicky Steve draws her a compatibility chart but Robin argues all the time that's it's incomplete because neither of them can get Vicky's moon and rising sings

She does the same for him and Eddie and he can't argue with it bc Eddie didn't even question Robin when she asked about his exact date and time of being born that's how used he is to them being weirdos

[dreamwatch]

Looking California, Feeling Indiana

Written for @corrodedcoffinfest

Day #28 - Prompt: Back To Indiana | Word Count: 999 | Rating: T | CW: chronic illness | POV: Eddie | Pairing: Steddie | Tags: pre-Steddie, broken dreams, band break up

(I’m laptop-less tonight so hoping typos etc aren’t too bad - I’ll fix them tomorrow 😆)

The logistics of getting home are left to Jeff. They have a van that might get them from California to Indiana, a station wagon that should get them there, but six years worth of possessions and equipment into a van and station wagon doesn’t go. They sell a load of their shit before heading home. It’s not like they need most of it anyway.

It’s a sombre journey, so different to the one they made to Los Angeles six years ago, so full of hope and excitement, one step closer to their dream. They could have stayed and just built lives there, grounded ones, sensible jobs, sensible hours, sensible lives. But Eddie needed to go back, even if it was just for a few months; he’s twenty seven in a few weeks and he feels like a seventy year old. New aches over old hurts, mystery illnesses slowing him down.

(He knows they’re Upside Down related, knows no one can do anything about them, and knows they’re getting worse. He hates knowing things.)

The Welcome To Hawkins sign looks new; Wayne said it still gets vandalised from time to time, a new one in its place the next morning, reckons they’re buying them in bulk.

Jeff drops Eddie off first because Wayne’s waiting around to see him and get his shit inside before he has to get to work. He’s sixty five now. He shouldn’t be working in that fucking plant anymore. How many times did Eddie say one day Wayne, you’ll see. Useless fucking liar.

They hug, they eat, Wayne looks him over with a sigh; he’s too thin, too pale, leaning on that cane a little too heavily. Eddie knows it comes from love but it’s a lot.

Wayne grabs his keys and his lunch box. “Steve called, by the way. Numbers on the fridge.” There’s a kiss to the top of his head. “It’s good to have you home, Bub.”

Bub. Wayne hasn’t called him that in years, and Eddie smiles to himself, surprised at how much he missed it.

He calls Steve, yeah journey was okay, no roads were fine, yeah all settled in. Steve tells him he’s coming to get him, they’re going for dinner, no arguments and he finds he has in fact no intention of arguing.

Steve looks good. He seems broader, hair is longer which thrills Eddie, and the wire rimmed glasses are like a glacé cherry on the cake that is Steve Harrington.

He gets a whistle stop tour of his friend’s lives, Steve so proud of all their achievements. Tells him Hawkins is different now, friendlier, more welcoming. Happier.

They pick at fries, Steve pushing his pickles to the side of the plate for Eddie. Eddie does his best to hide his smile.

“How are you? You look…”

“‘Tired and too thin’ according to my dear, beloved uncle.”

“I was going to say ‘good’, actually, asshole.”

He grabs a fry from Steve’s plate, drags it through Steve’s milkshake. “Don’t lie to me, Steven.”

“Wayne told me, about your health, the band splitting up. I’m really sorry, man. That fucking blows.”

“Thanks,” he says with a wan smile. “It does indeed blow.”

“You know you probably just need some rest. Give it six months, and you’ll all be back in LA, tearing the place up. You were so close, man.”

He snorts, a humourless laugh. “Yeah, not so much actually.”

Steve leans back in the booth, arm hooked over the back

“Bullshit. You had label guys there just a couple of months ago, and it’s slow, remember you said yourself, it takes time, you don’t just get signed overnight.”

“Steve,” and he says it gently, because Steve means well, and he’s supported them, financially at times, when he was too embarrassed to call Wayne. Steve would send a check or wire him money. And even thinking about that makes this so much harder. 

“There was no label guy. There’s never been a label guy. Or girl, for that matter.”

Steve frowns at him, confused. “I don’t understand.”

And this is it, isn’t it? This is the moment he has to release it into the world.

“I’m going to tell you something nobody else knows. Not even Wayne.”

Steve leans forward, arms crossed on the table. “I’m good at keeping secrets.”

“We failed, Steve. We failed. The last gig we played was about nine months ago, some frat house party Gareth found for us. It was shit. Because we were shit.”

“Don’t say that.”

“It’s true, Steve. We didn’t have a hope in fucking hell. Do you know how many bands there are in LA? How few of those ever get a sniff of a record deal.” He shrugs, casual. The sting from the hurt doesn’t burn quite as much as it used to. “We just weren’t good enough, that’s all.”

Eddie watches as the cogs in Steve’s head turn, trying to lock into place. “But your health…”

“Is not great. I didn’t lie about that. But, I leant into it. It’s easier to blame a bum leg and chest infections than admit you’ll never achieve your dream because you’re not talented enough and you’re fucking delusional.”

“You are talented,”

“We’re not. Or, not enough, anyway.”

“What are you gonna do? What are they gonna do?” 

“Wayne’s trying to find me work at the plant. Jeff is talking about community college. Matt will probably go work for his dad. Gareth’s probably going to go to Indy, find a band there. Good luck to him.”

Steve drives him home, actual home now, not that dirty little apartment in LA, but a place where he’ll always be wanted. Will always be good enough. 

They pull up outside the trailer, and Steve reaches over, grabbing Eddie’s hand. It’s clumsy and awkward, but the intent is clear. Trying to pick things up where they left them.

“It’s good to have you home, man.”

“It’s good to be home.”

He’s surprised to find he means it.

[kkpwnall]

if it wasn’t for bad luck i wouldn’t have luck at all

part one | rated t | 1270 words | cw: parental death

all my thanks and love to my beloved @fragilecapric0rnn for beta-reading 💜 you're a rockstar and your feedback was so so helpful

Eddie was born under a bad sign. That’s what his momma always used to say. Friday the 13th, and in October? He never really stood a chance and neither did anyone else he got close to. He was like a black cat walking across their path. 

[ keep reading below, or read on ao3 ]

His momma was first, of course. Cursed by the fate of Eddie’s birth from the very beginning. And if he hadn’t dawdled on the way home from school that day, if he had gone straight home just like he’d promised, if he hadn’t stopped to pick a bouquet of ditch weed wildflowers for her and got distracted by caterpillars and rollie-pollies— Well, maybe he would’ve been able to tell the 911 operator she was still breathing when he found her.

His daddy was next, not much long after. Eddie worshiped him like a hero in one of his fantasy stories, the charming, devil-may-care, down on his luck protagonist who stole from the rich and gave to the needy. But the first time Floyd brought him out on a real job, just the two of them, when all Eddie had to do was hot wire the getaway car after he heard the signal (three hoots like a barn owl), Eddie panicked. Did he say barn owl or barred owl? Was that two hoots or three? Why did the wires all look the same in the dark?

When the police cars painted him in their flashing red and blue lights, he dropped the wire cutters and ran. Floyd went down in a hail of bullets behind the car Eddie had been trying to steal, and Wayne got his own life sentence when the State dropped Eddie on his doorstep.

Uncle Wayne got the worst of it, obviously. Working himself to the bone, nights and weekends, to put Eddie through school. Not to mention senior year for a second and third goddamn time.

It was too late by the time young Eddie figured it out. By the time he decided to keep everyone at arm’s length.

It’s safer that way, for everyone.

Chrissy was just the latest in a long line. And he’d only lowered his guard an inch, a millimeter, when he saw someone just as lonely and desperate for a friend. He’d only barely started to let himself have an inkling of what an actual friendship with her might be like when—

This is exactly why Eddie doesn’t have friends. He has minions. He has little lost sheepies, he has twerps and shrimps. And that’s it. That’s enough. It has to be enough.

But all that changes the day he dies.

Or maybe it’s the day he finally wakes up. His new birthday, welcomed to the world once again in a cold, bright, sterile hospital room.

And really, the way he sees it, it’s all Henderson’s fault.

The little shit wanders in every day at visiting hours and makes himself right at home. He props his cast up on Eddie’s bed, and steals the remote to change the channel on the ancient, minuscule tv over to cartoons, and then he just… camps out! All day!

The kid will not leave him alone, no matter how cold a shoulder Eddie tries to give him. He even broke down and explained everything to him. How he’s bad luck, he’s bad news. And people who get too close to him end up dead.

But maybe the painkillers they’ve got him on scrambled his brain as bad as the bats scrambled his guts, because Dustin steamrolls right over him.

“If curses were real, which they aren’t,” he posits in his professor voice, “Your dumb curse can’t try to kill me again. It already took a shot and it missed, and the worst I got was a busted ankle.”

Eddie opens his mouth to tell Dustin that’s not how curses work but—

“And what was its goal anyway? To get you alone and friendless, dead in a ditch? Well then, mission accomplished!”

Which is… weirdly comforting when he puts it like that.

Dustin brings with him a rotating cast of the rest of the fellowship. Eddie finally gets to meet Baby Byers and finds out he’s already been recruited to Hellfire before Eddie can even say hello.

More often than not, Steve tags along too since he’s already ferrying them all between the hospital and home. Usually after he’s spent some time with Red and the other kids in her room, he’ll drop by. To check on Dustin of course.

It’s not because he likes Eddie. Don’t be ridiculous. He doesn’t even know him.

All that… before… it was just some harmless flirting to keep himself from completely losing it while he was on the run from homicidal bible-thumpers. And Steve was just humoring him.

So he hides behind stupid flirtatious remarks, easy to brush off when it’s always undercut with sly winks and salacious expressions. Enough to keep everything surface level. Keep him at arms length.

It doesn’t matter that his eyes still seem to linger on Eddie, even when he hasn’t said anything for a while. Or that he brings Eddie extra pudding cups from the cafeteria. It doesn’t mean anything when he stands in the doorway trying to finish one last story or joke, until the kids almost literally have to drag him out when visiting hours are over.

Because it turns out Steve is an incorrigible gossip. And Eddie’s not about to be the one to corrige him. Not when he brings an extra dr. pepper for Eddie every time he stops by the vending machine for a coke and gleefully tells Eddie which of the doctors, nurses, and shady government agents are sleeping together.

A can of coke he taps on the lid with a peculiar rhythm before he cracks it, every time.

“What’s up with that?” Eddie finally has to ask one day, when it’s just the two of them and the Price is Right.

Steve hums this confused little sound at him, tilting his head with furrowed brows as he takes the first sip.

Eddie repeats the pattern, tapping it out on his own can.

Steve blinks a few times, first at Eddie, then at the can in his hand.

“I didn’t even realize I did that,” he huffs out a laugh. “It’s uh… something my grandpa taught me when I was a kid. Y’know just for luck.”

The blood in Eddie’s veins freezes and he’s stuck like that for a painfully long moment. Propped up against the lumpy hospital pillows with his mouth half open, staring at Steve.

“For luck.” he says flatly.

“Yeah, so the fizz doesn’t explode when you open it.”

“And has that ever happened to you?” Aiming for flirty, aiming for scathing, aiming for anything that’s not desperation.

“Well no,” Steve says with an easy shrug and a conspiratorial smile, “that’s why it’s lucky. It’s like picking up a coin that’s face-down on the sidewalk.”

“Uh, I’m pretty sure it’s face-up, darlin,” Eddie says coyly, like every alarm bell in his head isn’t ringing a deafening cacophony.

“Nah see, you gotta leave those ones for someone who really needs the luck.”

“But then you get the bad luck.”

“Nah, doesn’t work that way,” Steve says, and fucking winks at him.

Eddie wants to shake him. What is wrong with him? He’s got it all backwards and it’s dangerous. How is he walking around like this?

Whatever, it’s not his problem. Steve can do whatever Steve wants. Eddie doesn’t need to protect him from himself. It’s not like they’re friends. And really, that’s the best way to protect him.

[ part two ]

[ also on ao3 ]

[bruciemilf]

You’ve got me so obsessed with Kanes. Please drop any headcanons or literally anything to do with them at all If you ever feel like it <3

Always ready to scream about them!!

Kate is a child of divorce, but that's obvious enough

Expert marksman Jacob Kane my beloved <333 let the mf be a badass swordsman right now. Thought can you imagine him as a sniper?? ... Hooo, boy

Jake and Gabi are the Sunshine/grumpy trope, except they're both equally dangerous. They just split cause Martha’s death hit Jacob hard. He could barely be human, let alone married

In my mind, Jake is sharp and jagged and cut-throat, but also? Possibly the funniest little bitch on planet earth

The fatherly urge to focus on your nephew rather than your daughter. "You ruined my life!" "How can I ruin your life?! I wasn't even there!"

Whenever he refers to The Incident, Jacob almost never includes Thomas. It's always "after your mother's death," " When Martha died" like hooooly. Shakespeare couldn't write this drama

Seriously. Jake and Thomas hating eachother and Jake openly blaming him for the shooting. Can you imagine being little Bruce and hearing that?

Jacob wanting custody of Bruce almost immediately, but Alfred, grave serious, " Take him, and I'll kill us both." "Very well. No Waynes left to ruin this one"

Not to be edgy, but i adore The Boogeyman archetype in fiction; So many thinking that's Batman, for Gotham, but it's not. It's Jacob Kane.

Bruce still seeking out Jacob; He needs to be shaped. Needs to be fixed and broken, and from what he's seen in compromised military files, his uncle is the best at both

Jacob Kane is impossible to please; One hidden truth about Bruce is how subjective he is to validation. He wants to be a good hero, a good monster, a good soldier. And Jacob says if he can't be all three, what's the point?

Their training was...Harsh.

Bruce training in ballet for precision and dexterity; Still. He can't listen to Swan Lake without the weak phantom pain of frost bite aching in his feet, from many hours spent dancing in Russian snow

As you can imagine, Alfred and Jacob aren't too fond of eachother

Still. Golden Girls energy sjsjs "when I met you, I thought you were a huge slut and you wore too much eyeliner. I was wrong. You don't wear too much eyeliner"

Bruce makes sure to tell the Robins, even non verbally, that he's proud of them, because Jake never said it to him

But there was love there; It's obscure, and sneaky, and fleeting, but it was there.

Jacob could tell Bruce was Batman after a single fight, but it took him years to figure out Kate is Batwoman

[unclewaynemunson]

I was talking with @yournowheregirl about Wayne and his iconic flannels so in honor of her birthday (congrats Alice!!!) here are the headcanons we came up with (and some more, it’s my present for you i guess ❤️)

Wayne doesn’t consider himself a hoarder, but he’s definitely a collector. Mugs, trucker hats, Johnny Cash records - and flannels. He doesn’t care much for clothes, but these are comfortable and he never throws any of them away, so his whole closet is filled with them.

Eddie steals Wayne’s flannels all the time. As soon as he gets home and wants to change into something comfy, he gets his hands on one of Wayne’s softest flannels (which he also uses as pajamas). There’s nothing that makes him feel safer than the scent of his uncle’s flannels.

Wayne always pretends to be annoyed by Eddie’s constant thievery but he secretly loves seeing his nephew in his own clothes. He’s got plenty of them anyway.

When Steve and Eddie start dating, Steve naturally starts stealing Eddie’s clothes, so it doesn’t take long before he starts stealing Wayne’s flannels thinking they’re Eddie’s

The first time Wayne sees Steve wearing his clothes, he’s really fucking confused. Steve’s mortified when he finds out he’s been walking around in Wayne’s flannels all the time. He won’t ever stop apologizing, but Wayne just laughs, tells him to shut up and pats him on his shoulder. He decides in that moment that anyone who wears his clothes is essentially his family.

Saturday mornings are Munson family time, traditionally. They sleep in and have an elaborate breakfast together, some old country record playing softly in the background. Steve joins them whenever he doesn’t have to work the morning shift at Family Video. One time, all three of them appear at the breakfast table in unintentionally matching flannels. After that, the matching flannels become part of their little breakfast tradition.

Wayne doesn’t have the money to give Steve a proper birthday present, but he can give him one of his most beloved old flannels. Steve almost cries when he opens his gift.

The trailer park basically becomes the party’s designated hangout spot. It’s not the most spacious place, but it’s by far the coziest. This results in Wayne basically adopting the whole party one by one. Max is the first of them to get one of his flannels after an incident in which the sleeve of her hoodie caught fire. (She’s never again allowed into the kitchen after that.) Soon after, all the others one-by-one mysteriously end up with worn-out soft flannels of their own as well. Robin wears the look best and Erica is practically drowning in hers, but they all love their flannels equally.

Eleven already has a closet full of Hopper-clothes, and her Wayne-flannel fits right in. Hopper, however, notices immediately that the new addition is not one of his clothes and he gets unreasonably jealous about it. Joyce will never let him forget that he used the words “dad-cheating” when he was ranting about it to her. (He actually becomes besties with Wayne later, though.)

For father’s day, they all get together at the trailer to surprise Wayne with a group picture in which everyone is wearing their Wayne-flannel. Eddie and Steve are at the center of the picture, arms around each other and matching wide smiles, and everyone else is kind of piled around them chaotically. Dustin took the whole thing one step further and is even wearing a cap with a truly hideous plaid pattern. Wayne doesn’t cry often, but he may or may not have something in his eye when he sees the picture for the first time.

[1lostsoul0fishbowl]

August 21 is Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day 💕

…so I tried to make a list of 21 of my absolute favorite fanfics, but I couldn’t quite narrow it down enough. Instead you get 25!

(will tag the author if I know/can find their Tumblr— if I miss any please let me know)

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Warm by @patternscolorsflowers - I made an Ao3 account for the sole purpose of bookmarking this as my very first favorite fic. A gorgeous one-shot of Joyce giving Eddie some much needed motherly TLC. I must’ve read this fic at least a dozen times, and cried every single time.

Disliking You Less by @claracivry - Claudia Henderson slowly learns to accept Dustin’s weird new metalhead friend. Just the sweetest, cutest fic!

Red and the Metalhead by @cunninghamschrissy - of course! The adorable fic that inspired me to write Not-so-iron Maiden! Max and Eddie as sibs have my heart forever.

Best we can do is to pick up the pieces by @hearjessroarfics - very, very sweet fic from Wayne’s POV as he observes Eddie and Chrissy in an unguarded moment.

Come True in the End by Many_Impossible_Things - absolutely BAMF Chrissy is tired of being underestimated, and comes back to life with a vengeance through the power of Pat Benatar. Seriously, read this one!!!

Take a chance on me by @womanof-1000-faces - Chrissy joins Hellfire. And it’s just as awesome as it sounds.

We’re not alone (I’ll find a new place to be from) by @grasslandgirl - Eddie learns to love Dustin’s hugs. Soooo cute.

Of All The Waffle Houses In The World by Babeinthewoods - a few unconventional wingmen (aka, the Party) help Eddie get a date with Chrissy, with lots of hilarious shenanigans along the way.

Eddie My Love by @ghostlynimbus - sweet little Hellcheer scene, and you’ll end up with the song stuck in your head for days.

Graceland, too. (Whatever she wants) by cunninghams - Eddie and Chrissy survive Vecna and then make a bucket list to take advantage of their new lease on life.

Five Drunks and a Cheerleader by @phoenixwrites - Chrissy goes to see Corroded Coffin at the Hideout. It sounds simple but it’s so.dang.cute and there’s a whole delightful series now!

That’s all I’ve got to say by @barriss - Eddie gets a little too emotional during movie night. Absolutely adorable.

The shop around the corner by @adelaideelaine - Hellcheer meets You’ve Got Mail with a little dash of tattoo parlor AU thrown in. One of my favorite ships plus one of my favorite movies? Heck yeah!

Have no fear (the monster’s gone) by JuliaRose12 - Heartmelting Wayne and Eddie fluff, as everyone’s favorite uncle looks after his beloved nephew in the hospital.

In Her Mercy Does All Abound by viharker - medieval troubadour AU. Nuff said, right? This one is so beautiful.

the buzz by @hangon-silvergirl - modern day Eddie as a chaotic DJ wooing Chrissy the Barista via music and text. Absolutely hilarious!

Come What May by @lokinightfury - Hellcheer starring in Grease? The entire Party and Corroded Coffin as wingmen? Yes please!!!

Wasted Years by @bratanimus - Eddie and the guys listen to a new album, as Eddie comes to terms with the past and prepares for his future. So introspective and beautiful, I cried so much reading this one. Really the entire Man to Man series is amazing!

The Kingdoms Never Weep by @sokkas-first-fangirl - Eddie’s estranged family tries to come back to haunt him, but the Party has his back. I love the gorgeous friendships in this fic and the whole series!

Guidance Counseling by @khaleesa - Eddie is determined to graduate, and slowly gets his life on track after surviving the Upside Down. I wanted to climb into this fic and live in it forever.

On the Other Side by @iwasateenagevirginiawoolf - One year after Vecna’s attack, Eddie and Chrissy are both learning to live again. Absolutely heartbreaking but so beautiful and optimistic at the same time.

Long is the Road out of Hell by @justhere4thevibez - Chrissy joins Hellfire, but this glorious fic comes with the added bonus of her escaping her mother, and the best Mike Wheeler I’ve ever read.

Family Recipe by @foxylibrarian - the cutest fake dating AU, Chrissy has Nancy, Robin, and Barb as her BFFs, and there’s lots of Wayne too. It’s everything you could want!

On My Terms by @pipergirl17 - Jason injuring Wayne in an accident doesn’t sound like the basis of a Hellcheer hospital meet-cute, but trust me, it works.

In the Shade of Aurelias by @pearlypairings - last but MOST CERTAINLY not least, is my favorite fic by my favorite author! A magical fantasy AU, with hints of D&D, mystery, intrigue, and romance. It was hard to choose just one from Pearly, because all of her works are amazing, but this fic is truly outstanding.

Happy Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day to all of my favorite writers, and happy reading to everyone who enjoys these fics!!! 💕

[hiscrimsonangel]

•••I started typing up some random thoughts about my own HC’s regards my beloved Eddie… enjoy.

TW: There is a mention of abuse and domestic violence so you are aware…. Not graphic just a mention. •••

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Eddie Munson is dramatic and over the top to hide his own insecurities. He puts on a front that nothing bothers him when his kind and pure heart has been cut to its very core. He can act like a child and then be the bravest man you will ever know. He is loving to those he trusts and cares for but keeps up a wall against those he doesn’t or manages to annoy the living shit out of them on purpose because he finds it funny his mere presence sets them and their picture perfect hypocritical lives off so much.

Eddie has seen more than he ever lets on and perhaps that is why he finds comfort in fantasy games or losing himself in music and writing and creating things predominantly for his friends, Wayne, and his little sheepies… or simply tearing apart an engine and rebuilding it- he is a natural when it comes to mechanics and making things run.

Eddie was given up on by so many who didn’t bother to take the time and realize he has so much to offer and was nothing at all like his father- if it wasn’t for Wayne he would have changed his last name to Padavona or Osbourne when he turned 18, but his Uncle’s last name is also Munson so he keeps it. Hoping that living up to that Munson name is being the man Wayne raised him to be and not something he never wants to be like, his sperm donor.

People don’t know this, but Eddie can tell you what stars are what if you sit under the night sky with him, point to constellations and tell you their names. Even knows what berries in the woods are good to eat, what ones will make you sick and which might kill you despite the birds eating them. He likes to climb trees now and then and hang upside down by his knees and will amuse you with the story of Dracula in film from Universal forward to the present and touch on the silent film Nosferatu which he says is a favorite as he flips himself over and jumps down.

A gentle soul, Eddie feeds bunnies and raccoons and stray kittens and puppies but will beat the hell out of a dude who slaps a woman or manhandles her in front of him. “ You don’t hit women” he yelled at a dude he was punching in the face while dragging him out of the Hideout one Tuesday night, throwing the guy in the street. Grabbing ice in a bar rag and putting it on the woman’s cheek and making sure she was ok before jumping back on stage and finishing the song he was doing- the band playing with grins. Eddie doesn’t like that shit, saw his Dad knock his Mom around once too often.

Eddie deeply respects women despite his reputation of being a womanizer- he isn’t what so ever. He does however want someone to love him and that he can shower with love as well… to cuddle at night and share his life with. Someone that won’t think his quirks make him a freak, but maybe they will find them special. He hopes the band will make it but he knows the reality is very slim and that he probably won’t ever quite leave Hawkins totally but he can dream and hope his special person finds him….

Until then, he lives in his own little world, and only a select few are let in, but he loves those people with his whole heart and would defend them with his very life if he needed to. He may tell you he is no hero but to me… he is the biggest hero of all….. and I don’t see that ever changing. ❤️‍🔥

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Love hurts

Chapter 36

Warnings:smut,pnv unprotected sex if I miss anything let me know please ..

Word count:7824

Eddie's pov

Authors note

Smutty Smut mentions the f word Fa g just letting you all know and is a really long chapter so get your snacks and enjoy and hope you like it .

March 12

Eddie’s pov

Im laying here in bed in Dani's room

Waiting for it to be midnight to wish a  happy birthday to my beloved Dani .

She was peacefully sleeping after the good Dinner we had a while ago with her mom and uncle Wayne.

Mrs.Henderson was actually really happy about us being in a relationship,but at the same

She was worried because we started dating while she was a teacher .

But Dani assured her that she didn't know I was  her student that we had actually met the day she arrived at Hawkins at The Hideout .

Which she put one and one together realizing that the was the reason she got home

The day after because she spent the night with me.

Wayne was happy as well, especially because he had somebody else that knew about our secret .

We even told her Hopper knew about us ,we didn't tell her how he found out ,that'll be really embarrassing.

But we where just glad we where able to finally be able to be together as a couple that the world would know she was mine and I was hers .

I didn't care what people would say or think about our relationship, the only people that matter were our family and our closest friends.

The rest of the town can kiss my ass.

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Dinner was delicious. Mrs.Henderson had made beef stroganoff with mushrooms with garlic bread on the side .

Everything was so fucking delicious. I could get use to eating like this other than my regular spaghetios or microwaveable dinner Wayne and I used to have. Mrs.Henderson even gave Wayne food to go ,which made my uncle super excited because he didn't have to make himself food in the morning .

She gave him more than enough.

Dustin was really talkative today ,he even told us about the time he followed me all the way to Dani's apartment and how he found out about us.I'm glad he didn't say or maybe he didn't hear what we were doing before he got there .

I was glad for that because I wouldn't want our parental units to hear about our sex life ,which was great can't complain about the best sex ever.

Damn I miss that apartment ,I miss being with Dani alone, our movie nights ,being with her  everyday without being interrupted ,so that's why today I decided I'm going  to ask her to move in with me to my trailer while her house is finished .

I couldn't be away from her and Nate another day ,I looked at my phone to check the time .

"11:55 pm" I said softly

5 more minutes for her birthday .

I got up from bed slowly trying not to wake her and went to Dustin's room to get one of her presents .

When I walk into Dustin's room Nate and him  were asleep so I try to be as quiet as possible and got the gift from his closet that I had hid there so Dani wouldn't find it.

After getting the gift i went back to Dani's room and placed the gift next to her ,I also had gotten her some flowers but those where for tomorrow for her party,I kind of also had gotten her more gifts even though she told me not to spend too much money on her ,but I did spend too much money on her and I honestly didn't care .

I had to spoil her like she spoils me ,I mean she got me the most expensive chain I've ever had and I take care of it with my life and wear it every single day even to go to sleep .

I might have gone a little Bit overboard with her gifts but she deserves nothing but the best.

You know that money I had saved for the road trip I might have gotten from there to buy her all her gifts.

I know already she was gonna kill me for spending too much money on her but again I don't care I want to spoil her as much as I can.

I might not be able to afford something as expensive as she buys for me .

But one day I promise I'll buy her everything that she deserves and even more.

My watch beep meaning The clock hit midnight ,I lay back down next to Dani, turning her around slightly to face me wrapping my arms around her waist .

"Happy birthday Sweetheart." I whisper on her ear sweetly

"Mmm." She hum

"Happy birthday Dani ,happy birthday Dani ." I started singing to her in her ear .

"Thank you baby ." She said sleepily

"I have something for you ." I whisper

"Huh?" She opened one eye to look at me ,even without makeup she was the most beautiful girl ever. She was my Angel .

Fuck she had me stupidly in love with her.

I reached over the nightstand to get the gift bag and handed it to her .

She sits up with her back against the headboard ,my eyes on her waiting patiently for her to open the gift and also I'm a bit distracted by her being completely naked right next to me .

Her breast on full display and the freshly made love marks from before we went to sleep .

I watch her pull out a small box out of the gift bag .

She opens it slowly to reveal a key inside .

"A key?" She grabs it and looks at me dangling the keys on her hand .

"Yeah,a key to my house ." I say softly my heart was starting to beat irregularly .

"So I get to go in whenever I want?" She ask with a big smile

"Or maybe you can move in with me ."I blurted , Her eyes were wide, her mouth half open.

"Move in with you ?"

"Yes ,you and Nate ,I-I already talk to Wayne and he is ok with everything." I told her stuttering like an idiot.I think I started sweating. Maybe it was hot in here, maybe it was just me getting nervous for her answer .

She looks down at the key then back at me .

"I mean this took me by surprise but you already know my answer baby ." She smiles at me.

"So you move in with me ?" I tilted my head to look at her.

"Yes, but if it's ok with Wayne I mean it's Nate Ozzy and me."

"Sweetheart I already talk to him and he is 

ok with it ." She smiles and nods "so is that a yes?"

"Yes ,I'll move in with you ,but the first thing we are doing is changing that mattress. I don't want to see the  stains of your one night stands to be a reminder that you've been with other girls that weren't me because that makes me so mad  ." She scrunches her nose, crossing her arms over her chest .

"Baby ,you can do whatever you want at my house ." I tell her kissing her forehead.I know she can be pretty jealous ,but it's ok cause I think I'm worse than she is .

"You're gonna regret that ."She moves over to sit on my lap .

"And why is that ?"

"Because you said I could Do whatever I want at your house ."She kisses my lips and my expression changes, realizing what I just said .

"Oh no ,please don't put up the Christmas tree already ." I chuckled

"Noo,that's until November Dummy." She giggle

"I thought it was October when you put it ?" Remembering what Liam Had told me.

"Not anymore ." She Pecks my lips"now can you shut up and Fuck me ." She says in the most  sexiest voice that sends shivers all over my body and she doesn't have to tell me twice cause I was already hard since I woke her up and saw her breast .

"Your wish is my command Darling ."I lift her up a little and align her with my length she looks at me with her half hooded eyes and biting her bottom lip and slowly slides down my length making the sensation feeling incredible and totally forgetting that I was at her mothers house  I let out a loud moan and Dani started chuckling.

"You think that's funny huh?" I said in a low and sultry voice and thrusting up.

She let out the most pornographic moan that got me even more harder if that was even possible .

She immediately raised her hand to her mouth and put her hand on my chest stopping me  "Eddie?"she said breathlessly looking at me she started moving at her own slow pace driving me crazy little by little ,."yes...baby ?" I managed to answer ,but how was I supposed to talk when she was making me feel so damn good the way she moved her hips in circular motion I didn't think I was on this planet anymore I was in heaven ,my eyes roll To the back of my head .

Was now biting my lips to stop the moans coming out of my mouth "I-I want to tell everyone tomorrow at the pool party."she tells me bringing me to reality and she changes her movements starting to jump up and down my legnth making it harder for me to answer the only thing that came out was a groan .

"Ok." I said gripping on her thighs tightly .Fuck she was gonna make me bust right here .

She closes the gap between us kissing me sloppily .

"Are you ok with that ?" She ask

"Mhmm." Was the only thing that came out ,I wasn't thinking straight right now .

I think I was melting with the way she made me feel that way her walls felt in my dick it was an amazing euphoric feeling .

Her wetness in my length  made it easier for me to go in and out without any problem. She was always so ready for me and yeah I let that go to my head .

"Eddie ,oh fuck Ed's"she moaned jumping faster making her breast bounce right in my face ,shit I was in heaven right now .

"Cum." I growled leaning in to suck on that soft spot she loves so much.

And just like that I felt all the wetness from her orgasm dripping down all over my length .

I continue my thrusting helping her ride her orgasm feeling myself getting closer and just like that my orgasm hit me hard moaning loudly, she kisses my lips muffling my moans .

"Happy birthday sweetheart ."

We stayed in the same position for I don't know how long until she finally decided to stand up slowly and peck my lips before she left to go clean herself in the bathroom and brought me a towel to clean myself .

She came back to bed resting her head on my chest and entangling her legs in mine .

"Happy birthday sweetheart ." I whisper before both drifting to sleep .

Morning ....

"Happy birthday mommy !!!" Nate Jumped on top of us in the bed followed by Ozzy who immediately makes himself comfortable on top of Dani.

"Ozzy ." Dani's whines sleepily

I don't even know what time it was but I could see that it was still dark outside.

"Thank you baby ." Dani rasp "come to bed with us." She said sleepily

"Ok,but I want to sleep next to Eddie ." Nate yawns and climbs off the bed coming to my side to laid down picking up the blanket to cover himself.

"Eddie ." He says softly

"Yes buddy ?" I respond sleepily, " Why aren't you wearing clothes ?" Nate asks ,I immediately open my eyes realizing I was butt naked and so was Dani due to one of the birthday presents I gave Dani last night .

"Umm...I ...yeah...I was hot ." Was everything I said"could you turn around buddy so I can change." Nate rolls his eyes and turns around crossing his arms over his chest .

"Tell mommy to put some clothes on too ." Ok ,I have never been more embarrassed in my whole entire life .

Dani got up wrapping herself in a blanket and walked to the restroom chuckling to herself .

"I'm laying down now " Nate tells me, he had his dragon plushie I had gotten for him for his birthday .

I was glad he liked it .

I put on my boxers and a shirt  and checked my phone for the time it was 4am .

"Damn is to fucking early ." I groaned, flopping down in the bed next to Nate .

"Language ." Nate said sleepily

"Sorry buddy ." After a few minutes all I heard  was the small snores of Nate and Ozzy .

How can he go to sleep so fast?

I'm glad Dani had a king size bed because I don't know how we were all going to fit here .

Ozzy was in the far corner then it was Nate then myself .

Dani came out of the bathroom after a few minutes wearing my Dio Shirt and some small shorts and lay down next to me, her being the big spoon, because Nate wanted me to cuddle him .

Just by Dani Hugging me made me feel so comfortable that I fell asleep fast hugging Nate and Ozzy .

-Time skip afternoon-

So short story short we slept more than we were supposed to by waking up at 10am.

I was supposed to meet Harrington at 8am and  I know he wasn't going to be too happy about me being late because the party was starting  at 3 ,but as soon as I checked my phone I had so many missed calls from Harrington.

We were supposed to pick up the cake at the bakery and the balloons at the party place .

I had gotten her red and black balloons because I knew that was her two favorite colors ,I also knew she like hot pink but I couldn't find a hot pink fucking balloon all the pink balloons had Barbie's or other princess shit .

So instead I got her a big latex balloon that said Happy birthday.

They gave us the option of picking up

The balloons the day of the party which it was fine because I had nowhere to hide them .

Harrington had me buy a shit load of balloons  I don't know for what but I still did .

The cake I chose if something more

Her style and her two favorite colors red and black I really hope she did like it as much as I did .

Little Henderson was the one that woke me up first getting after  me saying that Steve has been calling me and other shit .

But I mean who wants to start getting ready for a fucking party  so early in the fucking morning .

Yeah .Harrington does .

But I don't know why he worried so much if we had already paid for the balloons and the cake. I just had to go pick them up .

Shit I also forgot I had to go buy the food as well. I had placed an order for a bunch of Chinese food.I got Dani's favorite chicken fried rice ,jalapeño chicken and other things as well. I was also getting pizza for the people that didn't like Chinese .

"Hurry up!!"I got a text message from

Dustin .

Jesus Christ !!

I could hear him screaming even through text.

I got up fast putting my clothes on and before  leaving I left a note for Dani,and placed a kiss on Dani's lips. I can't leave without my kiss.

But we aren't telling that to anyone because that's not metal at all .

I walked out of the room without making any noise and didn't want to wake Dani up nor Nate .

I heard Ozzy yawning and I turned to look at him and he started wagging his tail .

"Ozzy be a  good boy ok ." I whispered and got out of the room fast. .

On my way out I saw Dani's mom making breakfast.

"Good-morning sweetie  ."

"Good-morning Mrs.Henderson ." She hands me a cup Of coffee and a brown bag to go

"What's this ?"

"Breakfast to go Dusty is already waiting for you in your van ." She tells me sweetly

"Thank you ." I gave her a kiss on the cheek before leaving

She was the nicest lady ever ,she fucking made me breakfast, I ran out of there before I started crying .

And yeah there was Henderson sitting down inside my van giving me a death stare .

I hop on the driver side Henderson giving me a side eye .

"Little Henderson I'm sorry ."

"We are late, we were supposed to do so many things but you'd decided to sleep in ." He crosses his arms over his chest shaking his head

"I'm sorry it was late ." I smile remembering the night before ,fuck it was an amazing night for sure .

"Yeah ,well you Two should keep it low. I'm tired of hearing "ohh Eddie ." "Fuck yeah  Eddie." He says imitating Danis voice .

I blushed so hard and at that moment I wanted to  disappear.I regret not  learning to do magic tricks because if I had I would have been able to disappear right now,but  I don't know if that's even possible .

I didn't even want to look at little Henderson but I could feel his eyes burning in the side of my face .

"Oh little Henderson your sister sounds way hotter than that ." I smirk and continue looking at the road and not at him. I was dying of embarrassment even though I tried to put on a normal face.

"Agh you're disgusting ." He fake gagged

Ha ,got him back .

It was a good come back Eddie .I Tell myself hopefully that way he stops bothering me or maybe Dani and I should be more careful of how loud we are.

Jesus Christ !!

What if her mom heard us too ?

Nope I'm not gonna think of that ....

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So after getting the cake and the balloons we headed to Harrington's house he had already decorated the backyard by the pool .

We were making Dani a surprise pool party .

She knew we were coming over to Harringtons for some drinks but she didn't know that it was a party for her .

It was her first real party where she actually got to hang out with everyone and our first public outing as a couple .

Today everyone would know about us and I was nervous I'm not gonna lie.

Harrington knew about us. Apparently he put things together after that night that Dani and I got in a fight because of  my jealousy. He gave me a long speech that I better treat her right or I was going to meet his fist .

But I know damn well that Harrington can't ever win a fight ,that I know thanks to Little Henderson.

But he had nothing to worry because Dani made me change in so many ways ,I never thought that a girl would actually tame me .

For me love never existed. All I ever believed was in a one night stand with whoever I met after a gig or a night out with the boys .

But Dani ,damn she has me so fucking mesmerized she has me under a fucking spell and don't even get me started with Nate I love that boy to death .

Never in a million years would I think I would be loving a kid that wasn't even mine as much as I love Nate. I would do anything for him,I would throw punches at whoever made fun of him Or bully him.

Dani has told me Nate has been home school  since pre school for the reason that when he was in pre school he was bully by fucking pre school kids!!

Man,these kids nowadays are such assholes ,but I blame the parents .

Poor little Nate couldn't defend himself because he couldn't speak but i was going to show him how to defend himself maybe not fighting but how to stand up for himself.

I wanted to protect him ,and now more that this year he is starting 1st grade in Hawkins elementary.

And if any of those little gremlins makes fun of him or calls him any names I'll be the first one to arrive at that school to have a word to whoever was in charge of them .

Yeah ,I would have never thought that I would have myself thinking like that .

I'll even join the PTA shit they have at school just so I can be closer to Nate .

I always thought I wasn't going to be a good father figure but now look at me ,trying to be the best dad for Nate .

"Munson stop playing with that balloons and come help me put up the banner  ." Harrington said, taking me out of my thoughts .

"Going ." I let go of the balloon it almost flew up

To the ceiling but Lucas got it just in time .

"Thanks man ." I told him

"No problem Eddie ." He smiled and ran off with the balloon in his hands and I watched him give it to Max making her smile widely ,im glad those two were trying to work things out .

Good for them..

"Munson stop daydreaming and come help me !!" Harrington shouted he was upstairs trying to hang the banner from the balcony .

"Going sorry ." I walked up the stairs to help him ,but still thinking about how stupid in love I was ,I was down bad for Dani .

Like little Henderson once told me "she has you on a chokehold ." I don't even know what the fuck that  means .

We really need to take that cell phone from him he is always learning new words that make no sense at all.

"Munson ,ok tell me what's wrong you've been in another world ." Harrington tells me getting me out of my thoughts again.

"Huh,sorry man I'm just thinking you know ." I tell him tying up the banner to the railing

"About ?" He ask tying the other side of the banner

"I don't know I'm down bad for Dani and it scares me you know  ." I finished tying up the banner and leaning against the wall .

"You're in love Munson ,I know it's scary but you love every moment of it especially when you're with her ." He smiles looking downstairs at someone but I can't see who he is staring at so I walk over to the railing and see him looking down at Nancy .

"You still love her right ?" I ask without even thinking.

"Ima be honest with you I really do ,I've never stop loving her ,I go out with girls and sleep with them but in my head is always Nancy none of those girls can fill the hole in my chest ,I really truly love her so much ,but what can I do man she is with Jonathan she chose him ." I look down ,Nancy caught a glimpse of Steve watching her and she blushed and waved at Steve and myself .when she was caught.

I could tell she still had a thing for Steve but I honestly don't know what goes through her head making herself suffer with Jonathan ,they're always fighting and he even lied to her about the college he was going to .

I really hope these two finally can get their happy ending.

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After finishing decorating Harrington's house we all headed to our houses to change,I stopped at my house first to get extra clothes .

Dustin was with me. He seemed really excited about surprising his sister. That boy loved her so much and he was also really protective of her .

But that's what brothers are for .

When we arrived Nate was already waiting for us in the living room watching cartoons on the tv ,wearing his dragon swim trunks and Hellfire shirt I've gotten for him he was ready to go swimming .

"Eddie!!" He runs up to me as soon as he sees me walking in the house and jumping into my arms .

"Hi uncle Dustin, I'm glad you're back ." Dustin crosses his arms and raises a brow looking at Nate

"Uncle Dusty you know you're my favorite." He says sweetly at Dustin

I fake gasp and pretend I'm hurt with what he said .

"Eddie, he is my favorite uncle ." He giggles

"I thought I was your favorite ." I pout "you're my favorite but you're not my uncle ." He pauses and jumps down from my arms and sits back in the couch covering his face with his dragon plushie

"Hey buddy what's wrong ?" I walk over to him and kneel down in front of him

He says something but it sounds muffled, but his mouth being covered by the Dragon ,Dustin sits next to him and he has a big smile plastered on his face .

"You're my favorite .." I heard Nate say but the last part he said really low almost as a whisper

I smile and try to take the dragon from him, slowly tickling him .

He starts laughing "are you gonna tell me ." I continue tickling his sides .

"Yes !!" He giggle "But stop." He laughs

"Ok I'll stop ." I chuckle

"You're my favorite Dadda just don't tell my Dadda Liam that because I don't want him to feel bad ,I love my dadda Liam a lot but he never has time to play with me he is always on his phone working  ." I didn't know what to say to him. I know Liam works a lot, he even had to work weekends having two jobs maintaining his and Dani's app and then working with his father,I know one day Nate would understand that .

But what took me by surprise was he said I'm his favorite dad ,did I hear correctly ?

He calls me dad .

Fuck !!

Dani had told me he would call me dad but hearing from him did something to me .

My cold heart suddenly became warm, making me feel so many feelings at the same time ,just like Dani did when she entered my heart .

But these feelings were different. I felt so much love for Nate. These were fatherly feelings that I never thought I was gonna be able to give because I never knew the true meaning of being a father ,but thanks to my uncle Wayne I learned some things .

Tears started trickling down my cheeks and I wiped them away fast with the back of my hand .

"I think you broke Eddie ."

I heard Dustin tell Nate.

Nate cupped my face squeezing it making me look like a fish.

"Are you broken ?" He ask scrunching his nose.

"I'm not broken, I just can't believe you call me dad."my voice sounds shaky

Man,I shouldn't cry. I can't lose my cool in front of little Henderson.

"Nate baby, are you ready ?" Dani's voice came from the hallway saving me .

"Yes momma I'm here with Eddie and uncle Dustin." He shouts back ,

"Ok ,I'll be out in a minute Baby ." She shouts from her room

"Ok,sweetheart ." I shout back

"Ok buddy let's go put your stuff in the car ." I tell him, grabbing his bag "Dani sweetheart, where's your keys to the car ?" I ask her

"On the table next to the lamp in the living room ."

Table next to the lamp ,there they are.

Gotcha

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And it wasn't even a minute that Dani took, more like 30 minutes .

After putting the things in the trunk we came back inside and she told us to wait for her in the car and that's where we were right now waiting for her .

"How much longer is Dani gonna take ?" Dustin whined from the backseat .

"I don't know little Henderson ." I turned to check on Nate but he was happily watching videos on his tablet and he had his headphones on so he had no care in the world and Ozzy was sleeping in Dustin's lap..

Nate made my day today That little boy really made me the happiest man alive today he fucking call me his Dad .

Damn !  The tears wanted to come out right there when he call me dad and I  know a few came out but I honestly couldn't care anymore. I was the happiest man alive .

"Sorry I took long ." I was startled by Dani opening the door to the passenger side where I was sitting .

"Jesus Christ !!" I place my hand in my chest trying to catch my breath .

"Sorry ." She coos "now get out." She tells me

"Excuse me ?" I raised my brow,what does she mean to get out ?

"I'm not driving, it's my birthday ." She says in a cute voice ,ok I feel better I thought she was mad at me or something .

I got out of the car and realized that she had dyed her hair the same color she had it when I first met her .

She had reddish orange hair for a while because she couldn't dye her hair red while working at the school and I'm guessing now that she isn't going to work there anymore she went back to  her red hair . Her red hair with blonde tips looks beautiful on her. My heart stops for a moment when she looks at me she looks so fucking beautiful .

Memories from the night I met her flow through my mind and I can't believe I actually am standing in front of her after all those months .

She had minimum makeup on and she look beautiful I can't deny that I was totally in love with her like a fucking idiot if she told me she killed someone I'll help her hide the body ,that's how much fucking in love im With her and it's scary because I don't know how to be a good man to her or a father to Nate . my father was always an ass to me and beat me whenever he didn't like something I did ,he is also the blame that I had a buzzed cut for so long because he said I look like a "Faggot." Because I wanted to have long hair.

I know he hated me because I knew I was the reason my mother was dead .

"Eddie baby are you ok?" I shake my head and smile at Dani "yes sweetheart I was just mesmerized you look so beautiful ." I peck her lips softly

"No ,I don't !! I'm not wearing my usual makeup ." She covers her face

Why can't she never take a compliment ,we are gonna have to work on that .

"So I'm driving your car ?"

"Yes ,you but be nice to him ." She Pecks my cheeks and slides in to the passenger seat

I close the door for her and run to the other side to get in the car .

"So should I be jealous?" I tell her putting on my seatbelt ,she just chuckles and turns on the radio .

I still can't get that hang of that radio is like some alien shit or maybe I wasn't used to that new modern shit .

I was more of a tape kind of guy, maybe I was born in the wrong time .

I adjust the mirrors and my seat. I don't know why Dani likes to sit all the way to the front of the steering wheel but I'm Guessing is the height difference.

So now off to  Harrington's house

At Harrington's

Arriving at Harrington's house I saw a car that I wasn't expecting to see .

Fucking Liam .

Who fucking invited Liam to Dani's surprise party?.

I parked the car far away from his, just because I could ,and got out and went to open the door for Dani. I saw that Nate was still sitting in his car seat looking at me .

I knew what he wanted so I helped Dani out of the car and made my way to open the door for Nate and help him out of his car seat .

"Thank you Eddie ." He smiles, putting his tablet in his backpack and walking to the other side to Dustin and they both grab their bags and head inside the house followed by Ozzy .

That was the whole plan all the time Dani and I went in last ,everyone would get in their positions to surprise Dani .

Plus Dustin and Nate were the signal that Dani was  here so that meant everyone was hiding right now as soon as they saw them walk in .

"Baby let's go inside. I want to get in that pool already ,I can't wait for you to see my bathing suit ." She says excitedly

"Oh really ? Can I have a peek ?" I ask her unbuttoning the very top button from her shirt

"Eddie !" She whined, slapping my hand away "you have to wait ."she giggled and ran away towards the door .

Shit that wasn't supposed to happen. I ran after her calling her name but she beat me by opening the door and closing it behind her .

And all I heard was surprise and Dani screaming .

Shit, I ran and opened the door and there she stood with both of her hands on her mouth, everyone staring down on the floor where Liam was ,ha  did she punched him.

Yeah, she did ...

"Oh shit she got you good " i cackle

"I'm so sorry Liam." Dani kept saying over and over again "is that you scared me ." She kneels down to help him up .

"It's ok, don't worry ." He stood up "surprised ." He winced and gave Dani a hug. His arms went way down, almost touching her ass.

I could feel my eye twitching ,this man had the audacity to do that infront of all our friends and me!!!

I heard some awww and some boos when they hugged.

Of Course they didn't know about us so they were rooting for them to get back together.

But that was going to change today because everyone will know about us .

I still wonder who invited him.

"Have you thought of what I told you ?" I heard him whisper to her and Dani pulled away looking at him ,his arms weren't leaving her waist ,I think that was a very long hug for my liking .

I stood there in back of them like a security trying to protect her from anything .

Our friends gave me  a stare and Jeff and Grant called me over, signaling me for us to go outside .

But I didn't want to move from my spot .

Steve and Gareth came over to my side in case something went wrong .

Their  hands on my shoulders holding me in case I snap .

"Liam ,please not here and if you really want that answer is a no I chose him ." I heard her tell him then look back at me and smile .

I smiled back ,a big toothy smile. I felt Gareth and Steve pat my back and walk away when they knew it was safe and I wasn't going to do anything stupid.

Ok ,suddenly my smile faded .

Did he ask her to take him back ?

When was this ?

And she didn't  tell me ?

Was she thinking about it ?

"Danielle!!!" The door to the front opens and A loud shriek coming out of someone screaming Dani's name follows.

Dani turned around with a big smile on her face and ran past me leaving Liam standing there looking like a fool .

I turned around to see what all the commotion was about a skinny blonde girl around Dani's height was the one making that awful sound .

"Cinthia!" Liam ran over to join the hug

"Cinthia?" Fucking Cinthia who made it her purpose to turture me for two fucking years Cinthia.

Great fucking great .

After that reunion ,Dani went to go say thank you to everyone for making her this party and of course I was by her side like a lost puppy .

Her hand on mine and our fingers intertwined she  pulled me with her saying hi to everyone .

She had no care of the stares we were getting from everyone.

Especially from Cinthia and Liam.

I could feel their eyes burning in the back of my head .

But I just ignore them .

Nobody asks questions as to why she was holding my hand .

Finally after saying hi to everyone we went outside and sat by the pool looking at Dustin and the kids playing in the water .

I kept getting up when I would see Nate go under water, almost pulling my hair out .

"Baby i sit down ,he is gonna be fine ." I feel Dani wrapped her arms around my waist From the back and I jump scared that someone would see us .

"I'm sorry it's just a habit ." I pull her close by her hips, and without thinking or caring I peck her pretty plump lips .

And it felt right so fucking right .

She pulled me right back to her lips wrapping her hands around my neck and I didn't fight it at all. My arms went around her waist pulling her closer to me every inch of her body was align to mine .

Was this her way to tell everyone she was taken ?

Taken by me Eddie the Freak Munson.

I heard gasps and some noo .

Dustin shouted finally .

And then Cinthia's voice was heard

"No fucking way she changed you for the freak !!"

Fuck you cinthia.

Dani pulls away her hands and slides it to my cheek caressing it .

"I love you Eddie Munson ." Cinthia kept talking loudly to Liam saying stupid things, making me mad.

I was about to turn to say something but Dani cupped my face .

"I love you and only you Eddie, I chose you ."she pecked my lips again.

"I love you too sweetheart ."

"Way to go Munson !!" Jeff shouted and our whole friends started cheering for us .

"Finally ,I'm not the only one that knows !!" Gareth shouted

"Hey ,I knew ." I heard Steve tell

Him .

Now our whole friends knew about us there was gonna be no more hiding.

"You want to go in the pool ?"dani ask unbottoning her shirt .

"No, it's fine ." I reply

"Are you sure?" She smiles, taking off her shirt slowly then her shorts .

"Jesus Christ Danielle !!" I gasp she was wearing a fucking two piece bathing suit with black sheer  crop top and a black sheer skirt .

What's wrong baby ? You don't like my outfit ?" She said in a sexy tone

"I-Is not that i fucking  love it but I think you're showing a little bit too much for my liking ." I managed to say through all the drooling .

And plus I didn't want Liam to be eye fucking her .

She giggles and walks over to me "you silly boy I can see you like it very much ." She teased her eyes going down from my face to my growing bulge in my jeans .

Yeah i like a lot and fuck !!!

This was embarrassing. I had to go sit down and cover my growing bulge with her shirt .

"I'll be in the pool Ed's." She shouted and jumped in the pool splashing me .

She took awhile To come out from under the water so I got closer to the edge to check on her and suddenly she emerged from under the pool pulling me in with her getting me all wet .

I wasn't even mad .

Everybody started laughing and cheering,suddenly everyone started jumping into the pool with us except for two grumpy people in the crowd Liam and Cinthia .

I swam over to Dani who had swam away from me giggling trying to be as far away from me as possible while she got distracted by Dustin and Nate. I went under the water and grab her from her waist and pulled her under the water with me crashing my lips in hers.

I've always wanted to do this.

And I finally did and it was the most romantic shit I've ever done in my whole entire fucking life .

It wasn't metal at all .

We submerge from under the water almost out of breath from all the kissing .

Dani wrapped herself around me just like a baby koala.

Peppering kisses all over my face .

"I'm free to kiss you whenever I want to kiss you she giggle peppering my face with kisses.

"Sweetheart you're making me hard "yes I had to ruin the moment but what can I do when she is wrapped around me like that and wearing that bathing suit .

"Get a room!!" Gareth shouted

"Fuck off ,im finally able to touch her whenever the Fuck I want !!" I shouted back flipping off Gareth

"Language !!" Nate shouted

"Sorry buddy ." I said sweetly

"Hey !!that's not fair your nice to

Him!" Gareth jumps in the water splashing Dani and I .

"Hey !!" I splash him back

"Guys !!" Dani squeal then we heard another splash

"Nate !!!" Dustin shouted and both Dani and I turned to see Nate had slipped while he was running by the edge .

But Ozzy jumps in just in time to catch Nate .

"I love that fucking dog ." Liam had jumped in the water too swimming over to ozzy and Nate as well as Dani and I swam over  ,

Nate was laughing and I'm glad he was ok Ozzy came to the rescue now Nate was riding him

All over the pool with Dustin behind them .

As the day became night, most of the family members that had come left, leaving us to continue celebrating Dani's birthday .

Dustin and Nate and the rest of the kids headed over to the pool house to play on Dustin's game system .

They were tired of swimming and I'm glad they were out of the pool because I was dying of the nerves I kept checking on Nate every second .

Maybe I was overprotective but I didn't care.

Dani and I as well and the rest got out of the pool and sat down on the ground in a circle .

Dani was sitting down in between my legs. We had a big towel covering both of us .

Now that I was able to touch her in public I couldn't take my hand off of her .

"So how long has this been going on ?" Robin was the first to ask

"A while ." Dani responds

"Did you know he was your student ?" Jeff ask

"Actually she didn't ." Now i was the one to respond "we met in The Hideout ." I tell

Them

"Shit ,was she the hot girl at the bar that you couldn't take your eyes off ." Grant ask looking at me then at the boys.

"Holy shit !! Yes the redhead !I remember that  night man "Gareth tells me

"Yeah ,yeah shut your mouth ." I hissed I didn't want him Making a fool of myself .

Dani turns slightly and kisses my jaw "Where you watching me from the stage that night ." She giggles

"Maybe ." I bit my bottom lip

"So you Two lovebirds have been dating since when to be exact ?" Robin ask

"Well as soon as I found out he was my student i stop everything ." Dani looks at me recalling the moment we decided to stop everything the night that broke my heart .

"Yeah ,Dani stop everything but having her as my teacher was the hardest thing I ever had to do especially when there was a bunch of horny teenagers flirting with her every fucking single day." I sounded mad and I was .

"So you fell for the freak ?" Cinthia finally spoke she has been quiet all this time listening to everyone talk .

"Cinthia he is not a freak and I would appreciate it if you stop calling him that his name is Eddie ." Dani defended me. No other girl has ever done that for me .

And I felt like the proudest guy in the world. My girl defended me .

Robin and Nancy chuckle I could tell

They didn't like her but we had to deal

With her because of Dani .

"Well you fell for Eddie here ." Cinthia rolls her eyes 

"Yes, I did, it got to a point where  I couldn't see him as my student anymore every-time I would

Look at him his eyes where on me already and it made me so nervous it was hard for me

To teach when he was looking at me with those chocolate eyes ." She stops and looks down at her fingers .

"And what happen next ?!" Steve ask wanting her to continue the story

"Well I saw him with Chrissy one day and it made me mad ,I mean i had no reason to be mad because I wasn't with him I mean two months had passed but he also made me a promise that he would graduate so we could be together and it broke my heart seeing him with her after the promise he made, it broke my heart into a million pieces ." She pauses to catch her breath. I held her tighter to me .

"You asshole ." Robin hisses at me flipping me off

"I didn't break any promise ." I defend myself "I was helping her out to make Jason jealous. I swear that's the truth. I even explained that to Dani that same afternoon in her car and we decided to meet that same night to talk and now here we are 5 months later happy ." I kissed Dani's cheek

"Yes,that night was the best night of my life I mean I was risking everything for Eddie but I knew he was worth it,then I took him to New York as a Christmas gift for him And he met Nate for the first time and he accepted me and Nate ,he didn't judge me for having a kid a a young age ,then Nate got so attached to Eddie and it's rare for him to like someone." She looks at Liam in the last part.

"That right that caught me off guard. I've never thought my son would actually like someone else so fast but He likes you A lot Eddie he even tells me his momma boyfriend is  a rockstar ." He chuckles. Then looks at me "Nate really loves you."

"I love him too and trust me I'm trying

My best to be a good role model for him."

   I can't deny this was the best day of my life .

Finally I was able to kiss Dani whenever I wanted and show her off to the whole world .

I know there are going to be judgements from this town because no matter what someone does they always have to criticize people.

I know Dani is already prepared for all the talk and so am I and we are going to face this together as a couple.

Next chapter

[lesbianrobin]

soooo many of your stranger things fics are absolutely incredible, I’m obsessed with all of the ones I’ve read. I LOVE ‘light my way’ and the Wayne Munson of it all though. not the step-uncle the uncle who stepped up etc etc. EDDIE’S BIRTHDAY PARTY!! Wayne’s reflection that like. “Eddie deserves a boy who worries about how fudgey or cakey his brownies are” PERFECTION

I will say though, ‘you see right through me’? that is the REALEST steveandrobin, robinandsteve. even when Robin hates high school Steve, even when he doesn’t know who she is, they still end up confessing to each other in the bathroom. and then they meet and they’re platonic soulmates forever who make fun of each other and laugh but they’re ride or die, together forever, they’re everything to me, and that fic has a special place in my heart <3

thank you so much!!! i'm just kind of obsessed with parent/child dynamics i think and like the overwhelming feeling of loving a kid and wanting good things for them but knowing that it's out of your control so you just have to do what you can and hope that the world is kind to them... yeah <3

and STOBINNNNNN stobin my beloveds! they are so special to me and i had a lot of fun giving them another significant moment in a bathroom fnjfdjxb they're platonic soulmates fr <333

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

What is your favorite thing about Eddie and/or Wayne? (I know it’s probably hard to pick one thing cause they both are amazing!)

NONNIEEEEE🥹🥹🥹 they're both such incredible people and I'll be honest, as much as I could go into specifics about them, I'm gonna be super cheesy and unoriginal and just say that my favourite thing about Eddie and my favourite thing about Wayne is that ... They're themselves.

They have both had such hard lives; Joel stated that our beloved Uncle Wayne is full of anger because he's had a hard life but despite that, he's KIND and I know myself how brave and strong you have to be in order to swallow venom and speak kinder. Joel also stated that Uncle Wayne saw all the trauma and abuse in Eddie's childhood and swore to guard and protect him from it, and Joe has said so many things about Eddie that I can't pick just one thing to use as an example. It's canonical that Eddie CAN be judgemental but that's his armour. He's mean before someone else can be mean to him but then when he's called out on it or proven wrong, he very quickly makes it right and I LOVE that about him.

The Munsons have known abuse, trauma, grief, hardship, poverty, and who knows what else, but they have each other and the one thing they have in abundance is love. They have had and DO have a hard life but they love each other and their close ones so, so hard. They don't let the world take their hearts away. And that's strong and metal as fuck and brave and inspirational... So I suppose, my favourite thing about the Munsons as individuals and as a family unit, is that despite or in spite of it all, they're themselves:

Kind and loving and wonderful.

[andvys]

my swiftie bodyguard🧚🏻‍♀️, Em my beloved🥹, my sweet angel🩷 WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU 😭 YOU MADE ME CRY ‼️ my heart hurts! my chest is aching! my eyes are filled with tears. I am in pain

me after reading this chapter:

Even if you told him about what Chrissy did what did that little bitch do 🤨 i’ll fight you ponytail

It was a sting he couldn't quite shake, burning at his skin, that you decided to abandon him but were fine with everyone else, including Steve. Oh you’re a jelly bean Eddie 🤭

“Your art is important to me, Pinky. The ones you sketched in your notebooks, is what helped me write some of my lyrics. The drawings you made when you were bored in class, the ones I have hung up on my wall still at the trailer… they mean so much to me,” he said in a hushed voice, he dragged his arm on the table, quick to point to the tattoo on his forearm. “This tattoo, is what helped with Corroded Coffin’s symbol bats, you do realize that, right?” Oh my god stop it! She inspires him and he loves her so much but he is still hurting her so… bad bad Eddie

The girl was wearing a plaid mini skirt, expertly paired with a statement crop-top covered by an oversized leather jacket wrapped around her shoulders, likely borrowed from the curly-haired brunette sitting on the opposite side of the booth. I hope that their doppelgängers are smarter than they are! They better be dating already!

“and you can keep eating your gross milkshake dipped fries,” Pinky! No! Milkshake dipped fries are so good!

“She-uh… she’s coming to brunch tomorrow.” Nooooooo! NOOOOO! NOOO FUCK OFF CHRISTY

“I was wrong about all of that... all you fuckin’ did was ruin it… You ruined my life.” SHUT UP RIGHT NOW! YOURE GONNA REGRET THAT BITCH

“Boy, have you lost your damn mind?” Clearly. Also hi Uncle Wayne, you and Benny are amazing 🥺🫶🏻

“The thing, whatever the hell it is, that y’all have… people spend their whole fuckin’ life lookin’ for it… Don’t be dumb.” The only smart person, literally.

Em, this was so beautifully written! It was so painful and angsty and just everything 😭 I love your writing so much, your wording, the emotions, all the feelings, the characters, Pinky I love her, I love this story so much! This story has my heart!

Eddie is killing me here and I hope that he’s gonna regret all the things he has said to her and Chrissy — he better regret her.

Please, please, please tell me that pinky will actually reveal what Chrissy did to her at the brunch! I’m begging on my knees!

Make Eddie suffer, make him regret everything please 😭 that dumbass needs to feel bad

I love this story, I love you so much 🫶🏻

GETAWAY CAR — rockstar!e.m. x f!reader

CHAPTER THREE: TWO NOTES AND A HEART DOWN

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✦ summary: in which eddie takes you for a trip down memory lane and you finally read the note. (wc: 9.4k+)

✦ warnings — ANGSTANGSTANGST, argument </33, yelling, crying, mentions of sa (nothing happens) like its not brought up AT ALL it's insinuated like the tiniest bit, mean!eddie, kinda asshole-ish? pining and slowburn, strong language!, mentions of alc*hol and drg use and a toxic/ab*sive relationship, food!!

✦ pairings — rockstar!eddie munson x fem!reader, past billy hargrove x fem!reader, eddie munson x chrissy cunningham

✦ authors note — sorry for the wait but i hope a 9.4k chapter makes up for it omg! also feel free to chat with me in the asks abt this series (and anything tbh) pls!! not proof-read pls ignore mistakes!! ive been struggling with this chapter A LOT. its not at all how i wanted to write it but i was just tired of holding it off :// so hope u guys enjoy and this is like the last fluffy chapter lmao its all angst from here on (well kinda)

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His nose skimmed against yours, a mere breath away from the temptation of your soft lips, everything you’ve been wanting on the tip of your fingers.

But you couldn’t do that. It didn’t matter if he was sorry or if it was casual. Chrissy still existed. And he still kissed her in front of you.

Friends, is what he promised. And this was going to ruin it.  

“Please, look at me,” he pleaded, you could hear the desperation in his voice. Your eyes blinked open slowly, how close he was to you had your eyes widened. 

"I-I don't even know what's wrong with me," he breathed out. "I feel like...I feel like I'm losing my goddamn mind, and I don’t even know what just happened,” he said in a strained voice. 

“I-I just… I look at you, and I’m absolutely terrified.” He gulped. “It terrifies me that—” He stopped himself before he could spew out more. 

It terrifies me how much I would do for you, he wishes to say, but he doesn’t, he can’t. 

“I can’t—we shouldn’t be doing this." He stammered, quick to lean away from you.

“I-I know” You agreed hesitantly, because you knew this was a bad idea. But your stomach burned at the thought that he wanted to not kiss you because of Chrissy. Was he actually going to be with her now? Did he lie about things being casual? 

“Do you…” You took a deep breath, “do you like her?” Your voice was strained, it was barely above a whisper, but Eddie heard you loud and clear. 

Your heart rate picked up quicker than you intended it to, you leaned further away from him, your mouth flooded with a bitter taste. 

“No!” His eyes widened, he answered it so quickly that the idea that he was lying sank further into you. 

“No, I-I don’t know… I just-” He breathed. “We agreed to being friends… We should keep it that way, and I can’t keep doing this,” he stammered. “I need to stop hanging on to the past.” 

“but, fuck. Each time, I try to, you just… prevent it!” He admitted, without realizing the weight his words held, your brows pinched quickly. 

“I prevent it?” You enunciated with an exasperated chuckle. 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” you mumbled under your breath as your body turned away from him, elbows holding onto the edge of the pool as you swiftly lifted yourself up. 

Eddie just looked at you, baffled. “Do you realize how unbelievable you are?” You spat, looking down on him with your hair still wet and your dress uncomfortably stuck to your body. 

“What are you talking about?” He gave you a puzzled look.

“Nevermind,” you huffed, facing away from him.

Eddie groaned, following you as he exited the pool swiftly. “Why do you even care?” He asked, breathless. Taking another step closer toward you. 

“I don’t,” you lied with a gulp. You were a bad liar. And Eddie knew that. 

“You don’t?” He narrowed his gaze, giving you a second chance to open up, but he knew you were too stubborn.

“I don’t.”

He huffed. “Fine.”

“That…” He paused, “was a mistake.” You could feel that horrible ache in your chest return. Sure it was a bad idea, but a mistake?

Did he really hate you that much?

“What does that mean?” You swallowed hard. Your heart was breaking the more he spoke, you wanted nothing more than to shut him up. 

“It means we-I shouldn’t have done that,” he corrected himself with a tinge of disappointment in his tone. But what exactly did he mean by that? Did he mean that the almost-kiss was a mistake because it could ruin your potential friendship? Or did he mean it in a way that suggested he liked Chrissy?

Those words were enough to have your heart drop into your gut; your whirlwind of thoughts were mocking you, the idea that Eddie had a chance of liking her was eating away at you, and all you could do was stand there and watch it all unravel. 

You parted your lips to speak, but all that could come out was a weak mutter of, “okay.” You turned your back on him quickly, picking up your jacket from the ground. You put it on in a struggle, fighting back the tears that were pricking your eyes. 

“What are you doing?” He asked with a puzzled look, and you refused to look back at him before your feet picked up. He didn’t seem to realize why his answer truly crushed you.

“I-I’m going home.” Your voice was barely audible; there was a lump sitting in your throat, causing your breathing to stammer.

“With what exactly?” He huffed, following behind you. 

“I don’t know,” you muttered with a roll of your eyes. “I’ll figure it out… I always do, don’t I?” You shrugged. 

“Don’t be ridiculous, I won’t let you walk alone like this. You could catch a cold, or something could happen to you, Pinky." His voice was laced with concern, brows furrowed as he hurried to your side.

“I don’t care,” you muttered with an emotionless expression.

“I do!” 

“Do you?”

“Of course I do!” He spat. “Please, don’t do something stupid and reckless. I can take you home,” he mumbled with a huff. There was no fucking way he’d let you walk home alone. 

“And I have a towel in my car,” he added, you slightly huffed. It was chilly, your dress was soaking, and he was right. There was no way you could get home without him. At least until you were willing to freeze off or get hauled by whatever was roaming in the forest. 

You followed him to the car with a simple nod, Eddie still failed to notice why you had gotten so upset, not realizing the implications his words held. 

-

By the time you got into the car, you were shivering, faintly muttering a ‘Thanks’ to Eddie as he wrapped the towel around you, brows creasing with worry, but he didn’t know what to say to you. 

Usually, he wouldn’t have let it go; he would’ve tried to get it out of you and ask you if you were okay, but when you were this upset, it was no use. 

The ride was silent except for the faint sound of Eddie’s mixtape filling the space between the two of you. He had asked if you had anything specific you wanted to listen to, but you shut him off with a faint shake of your head. 

Your heart was aching. Like he had just ripped open your chest and taken it without a care, not noticing how tight he had been squeezing and releasing it. As if he were toying with it. 

And you felt nauseous. You weren’t sure if it was because you didn’t get a chance to eat all day or because of that mocking thought in your head that told you that Eddie wanted Chrissy.  

Once your stomach grumbled, your question was quickly answered, your cheeks heated up as you crossed your arms against your chest in an attempt to shut it up. Eddie gave you a slight chuckle. “Munchies?” He chuckled. “Do you wanna get something to eat?” He asked with a reassuring smile. 

“I just wanna go home,” you grumbled as your gaze refused to meet his. “C’mon,” he muttered with a huff. “Do you even have anything to eat at home?” He asked all-knowingly. You shook your head, you didn’t; your fridge was empty; it was late, so you couldn’t get any groceries; not to mention, your messy kitchen was in no condition to cook. 

“Are burgers still your favorite food?” Your face unintentionally lit up at that; he was definitely thinking about Benny’s, and your mouth-watered just at the idea of their cheeseburgers. 

“Benny’s?” You asked with an involuntary smile on your cheeks, and Eddie swallowed a deep breath. That curve of your goddamn plump lips was driving him crazy. 

“Yeah, do you want to go?” He muttered slowly. “O-okay,” you mumbled. 

First the Wheeler House, then Billy’s stupid camaro, then the pool, this goddamn van, that mixtape, and now Benny's... this whole day had been a nostalgic mind fuck for you. You couldn’t complain, though; no matter how upset his words made you, you were still so pathetically happy to spend some time with him, ecstatic that he didn’t let you go. 

And so was Eddie. That’s why he had been holding his tongue back; he wanted to know why you cared so much about Chrissy. Sure, what she did with Billy was horrible. But it didn’t make sense. There had to be something he didn’t know.  

By the time you guys arrived at Benny's, it was past midnight, so, the place wasn’t packed, of course, but surprisingly, there were still a lot of tables besides the two of you. Eddie let out an ‘Aha!’ sound once his eyes caught the booth that was nestled in the corner. 

The same one the two of you always shared. The white light loomed over its padded, dark maroon seat, and you slid onto it with a huff. Your senses were immediately greeted by the mouthwatering aroma of toasted buns. The air was infused with a disgusting smell of frying oil, but all of it smelled irresistible to your growling stomach. 

Once the two of you got situated, Benny was quick to rush to your side. “Welcome to Benny’s, what can I get you—” 

"Oh my god!" Benny's eyes widened, his face breaking into a wide grin. "Didn't expect to see you! Jesus, how long has it been?" He chuckled, his memory working overtime.

A smile adorned your face, Benny had always been nice to you and to Eddie, giving you one too many free meals, always telling you that it was not an issue despite your protests, knowing of your absentee parents, just like the rest of the town did. 

“Very long,” you added with a chuckle, “missed your cheeseburgers.” You pouted. 

"Yeah?" Benny's excitement was palpable. "Mmhmm, nowhere in New York does it as good as Benny's," you hummed sweetly.

"Now, you're just butterin' me up!" Benny dismissed with a chuckle, eliciting a warm smile from you.

"But, New York, huh?" Benny inquired, raising an intrigued brow. "I've seen this one around, a lot, even last week." His finger pointed toward Eddie, prompting your brows to furrow.

Last week? 

“So that's why you weren’t with him.” He added, realization dawning on his face. Eddie was quick to shoot a painful gaze toward you, one that almost said, ‘no, she wasn’t with me because she left me’, You didn’t know how it was possible to share a language just through your shared gaze, but it had you physically gulping. 

“Uh-uh, yeah,” you mumbled, your gaze avoiding Eddie’s. 

“I gotta say though…” He leaned down, almost like he was telling the two of you a secret, “It’s really nice seeing the two of you together, again.” Benny said with a sly smirk.

“‘Bout damn time y’all got together,” He teased further. 

Your eyes widened in unison, both sets of cheeks warming before you spoke up. 

“Oh, no—” You were quick to dismiss with your hands.

“We’re not—” Eddie joined in your protests.

“So, what can I get for you, lovebirds?” He hummed casually, ignoring both of your protests. Your eyes locked before both of you shyly avoided each other’s gaze. “The usual?” 

“Uh-uh, yeah," Eddie grumbled, suddenly more interested in the wooden table. 

When Benny turned toward you, “same for her, but with extra pickles.” Eddie said almost automatically, your brows pinched together and Eddie mentally cursed himself, “I-I mean… if that’s still your order…” His words smushed together, cheeks quick to heat crimson red. 

“It-it is," you mumbled. 

“Alright, comin’ right up,” he threw a wink at the two of you, clueless of the awkwardness apparent in the air. 

It was stupid, all this back and forth all day. You weren’t kids anymore; you should have been able to just be friends and hang out, not fight. Yet, somehow, it had spiraled into a seemingly impossible situation.

Talking it out wasn’t going to do anything. If the two of you wanted any chance to salvage whatever your relationship was, you needed to talk about the bigger picture; everything needed to be spilled out. But neither of you wanted to do that. 

Unspoken feelings were lingering, and none of you knew when they would boil over. Both of you desperately wanted to cling to the promise of being friends and make the most of it. 

There were a lot of things you could say to him; you could choose to talk about Chrissy, you could choose to talk about L.A.; hell, you could choose to talk about his nerdy game, but your curiosity got the best of you, and before you could help it, the words spilled out of your mouth. “What were you doing here last week?” 

Eddie was almost taken aback by your question, not expecting you to be curious about him again after icing him out for so long. “I like coming here,” he shrugged. “Whenever I’m in Hawkins, I drop by, you know, to write some stuff.”

“Here?” Your face scrunched, finding it hard to believe that a greasy diner could ever be inspiring. 

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “most of our second album was produced in this bad boy.” 

"Are you serious?” Your brows raised, “and the rest of the band is just okay following you here?" You narrowed your gaze playfully, your hands finding a resting place on the worn wooden table.

Eddie’s mouth twitched with a smile. “Yeah, actually, they’ve gotten pretty used to it,” he confessed, “you-uh… I don’t know if you ever got to listen to the second one-”

"I did," you interrupted, voice resolute.

“Y-you did?”

“Of course.”

Eddie hesitated before asking, "What did you think of it?"

“Great record, are you kidding me? It had such a unique sound… You know, like, a timeless quality that makes it stand out?” You said excitedly, and he nodded with a raised brow, “that much?” He asked hesitantly.

“I’m not kidding, Eddie. You know how I don’t pull punches with music; if it wasn’t good, I’d tell you in a heartbeat.”

"Which one's your favorite?" Eddie asked, his curiosity piqued.

You pondered for a second before answering, "oh, definitely Aurora!"

Eddie's shaggy bangs fell onto his forehead as he leaned closer, listening intently. "I mean, 'I just kinda died for you, you just kinda stared at me' is genius," you said, your voice filled with admiration. You didn't dare look him in the eyes.

"And really, really sad," you continued, a hint of melancholy in your tone. "The idea that you could give the whole world to someone, to the point where you describe it as dying, and they don’t even see it... it sounds awfully painful." You gulped, your eyes fixed on the worn wooden table. You weren’t stupid; you knew why it was named Aurora; you knew what the lyrics were alluding to.

His car. The same car that the two of you drove around in. The same car drove the two of you out of Hawkins. 

You knew he liked you way before he let you on, and you wish you knew. 

Maybe if you weren’t dating that douchebag, maybe if Eddie said something sooner, maybe if everything that happened when the two of you left didn’t happen… Maybe just maybe, the two of you’d be together now. 

Maybe if the timing was just right, it wouldn’t be like this; he wouldn’t have whatever he had with Chrissy. You wouldn’t have been in New York. 

But what were you supposed to say? What could you say that would change all of this? Even if you told him about what Chrissy did, even if you explained why you had to leave him in L.A., there was no use. The truth couldn't turn back time. You two had ventured down different paths, and it was painfully evident.

He wasn’t the Eddie you knew, and you weren’t the Pinky he knew; it was too fucking late. 

Eddie's mouth hung open in surprise; he hadn't expected you to delve into the song's meaning like this. Aurora was one of the heaviest songs he had ever written, and he held a special attachment to it. The label and the rest of the band had embraced it, which was surprising since they usually rejected his heartbreak songs, wanting more of that unbridled rage. 

He didn’t answer you; there was a weird tension between the two of you again, so you diffused it with, “but kinda lame that you decided to name a song after your car,” while eyeing Eddie to gauge his reaction.

Eddie chuckled. “Oh, bite me,” he teased, "but yeah, that one was also written here, in that same spot you were sitting.”

“Shut up!” You said, hand playfully reaching out to nudge him. 

"And to your question... I can't tell you why I was here last week," Eddie confessed, his voice carrying a hint of mystery.

Your stomach twisted at that, and you didn't know how many more punch-in-the-gut revelations you could handle today. "Why- uhh- why not?" You asked hesitantly, your words stuttering over simple syllables.

"Because then I'd be spoiling the note, dummy," he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

A deep breath of relief escaped your stomach, and you chuckled. God, he was a douche. "Wait... so does that mean... I have a song in my pocket?"

"Not exactly."

"I'm the first one to see it, huh?" You asked excitedly, hand teasingly dipping into your pocket.

"You and the rest of the band," Eddie huffed, offering a sheepish grin.

You gave him a quick glare. “You know I could leak this to the press and make millions, right? No more dealing with rude customers, and no more nine to five hours stuck in a record shop?”

He narrowed his gaze. "You can't get shit for that," he mockingly retorted.

"What?" You frowned.

"Yeah, it's basically like the first chorus and some gibberish notes, it's worthless," Eddie explained.

You pouted. "Aww, damn it."

"I'm kidding, I'm excited to read it,” you reassured with a wink, “you know… Maybe I could give you some notes on it? Review it?" You suggested.

“Didn’t know you were a musician.”

“Rude!” You huffed, “I may not be a musician, rockstar. But I sell records for a living. I can promise you, I listened to many more records than you did this year.” You said with a playful smirk.

"How's that like?" Eddie asked curiously, his deep brown eyes resembling longing and curiosity.

You leaned back against the cushioned booth, letting out a wistful sigh. "Working at a record store? A rollercoaster,” you chuckled, “lame in some ways, but also incredibly fascinating. New York's a whole different world compared to Hawkins."

Eddie couldn't help but study your face as you spoke. He noticed the faint traces of insecurity in the way you held yourself—an air of loneliness that came with moving away from everyone you knew and your family leaving you.

"But also, it took me a while to get used to it," you continued. "Nancy and Jonathan used to visit me a lot; they've really helped me adjust.”

“And you know, of course, Robin and Steve, too,” you murmured.

Eddie’s brows shot up at that. So everyone but him. 

It was a sting he couldn't quite shake, burning at his skin, that you decided to abandon him but were fine with everyone else, including Steve. 

Your absence in his life had left a void he couldn't fill, ever.

Yet, here you were, replacing him like it was nothing. 

Eddie knew he had no right to be jealous; you two were just friends, right? But it ate away at him; that feeling seeped through him, even though you were never his to begin with.

His face burned, and his jaw clenched involuntarily. He could almost feel the taste of bitter jealousy in his mouth, considering how it was overtaking his senses. “Steve?” He questioned; gaze seeping through you, an unbrittled rage ready to tip at any moment. 

You didn’t seem to notice it, though. For someone who was usually very perceptive, it flew right by you—that slight tick in his jaw, the way his fists curled, the storm raging beneath the surface.

“Yeah,” you murmured, his head turned away from you, gaze fixed on anything but your face. The other corners of the burger place was suddenly very interesting to him as he grappled with his own emotions.

“It’s pretty crowded in here, right?” you remarked, trying to draw Eddie into the conversation and gauge his mood.

“Uh-huh,” Eddie replied, his gaze remained distant, thoughts elsewhere.

Concern etched across your face as you pressed further, “Uh, are you okay?” Something seemed to be bothering Eddie, and you couldn't pin-point what it was.

“‘M fine,” he dismissed with a wave of his hands. 

He had to distract you and do something else because he was being super fucking weird, and you weren’t dumb; you could read him like a book. 

He didn’t want that awkwardness or tension to reappear; he wanted to talk to you freely, he couldn’t let his insecurities ruin this for him. 

Eddie’s attention turned back to you,  “is that what you want to do with your life?” his brows raised, “The record store, I mean.” He didn’t want to sound rude, he just wanted to know more.

“I don’t know… I never had much time to think about it.” You gave him a small smile, shaking your head gently, “also, I can’t really afford to think about it anyway.”

“But what do you want to do?” He probed.

“Anything concerning art… I mean I’d love to be a tattoo artist, too. That’s the likely path I’m going down, dunno if the salary is good enough, though.” You shrugged, “but you know what I’d love to be?” Eddie leaned closer, his eagerness clear. 

“What?” He asked, genuinely intrigued.

“Someone came in like a month ago, this bearded guy with lots of tattoos… We had a new album coming to our store that day, and he wanted to see them,” you mumbled with a warm smile, eyes glistening with a dreamy glow. “Then he told me about how he was a tattoo artist, but helped make some of the cover art for that album, and then something just like clicked in me.”

“I used to draw with the hope that maybe it could connect with someone, you know, like it did with me… I spent half of my childhood drawing and listening to music as an outlet. Whenever my parents left, whenever they were absent in my life despite ‘being there’, or whenever they had a screaming match, plates thrown at each other, the first thing I did was sketch, anything, on the notebook.” You mumbled, “or I listened to a record, and I let it consume me, in the hopes that it would drive me away from reality, diffuse the pain, even for a split second, and it worked,” you said with a simple smile. 

Eddie hung on to your every word, his gaze never wavering, admiring that creative spirit shining in you. “Art and music shift the world in the best way possible, and maybe it is dramatic but it also saves lives in a way, you know, by helping you get through something, or making you forget. And that’s my biggest wish… to have my art be important to someone, to make them feel like they’re not alone, in any way possible. So when I saw how that guy combined music and art like that, I thought, this is fucking perfect, this is what I need to do.” 

Eddie’s brows pinched together, “why haven’t you done it?” he asked, his voice a soothing lilt that could melt any doubts away. He could listen to you talk about your passions for hours, the way your eyes glistened with hope, that little quirk of your brow did when you found something interesting, it was heavenly to him. 

“C’mon Eds, be realistic,” you murmured sadly. “Half the people that work for a good record company or with a good band have fancy art degrees, they have connections, they have the money, the time to do it. No one’s going to want a nobody who doesn’t even have a college degree from a small town.” Your lips pressed into a thin line.

“Bullshit,” he spat quickly, dismissing the way you so quickly diminished yourself, “I was the trailer trash of Hawkins, and look what happened,” he encouraged in a harsh but also a warm manner, leaning closer. 

“Yeah, but you’re also a guy, Eddie.” Your voice wavered as you pointed out, “t-they have different expectations for women who don’t have those connections, or don’t come from like insanely rich parents… If you know what I mean,” you said with disgusted frowning upon your face, chill running down your spine. 

Eddie immediately picked it up, his face growing to one of concern, “W-wait-” his voice quivered, the color drained from his face quickly, you immediately knew what he was implying and shook your head, “no, no, not me! But I heard lots of stories in New York, it’s just disgusting,” your face scrunched. 

“That’s awful,” Eddie’s jaw clenched in anger, he knew there were a lot of scumbags in the industry, and it pissed him off that he could do nothing about it. He already felt guilty enough that he didn’t realize what a narcissistic asshole Billy really was, he wanted to help any way he could. 

And then, like a sudden light bulb went off in his head, an idea illuminated his mind. “Have I ever told you that our record company is in need of a new art director?” He pouted teasingly. 

Your eyebrows shot up as a giggle escaped your lips. "You're funny," you said, playfully skeptical.

Eddie, ever earnest, replied, "I'm serious."

“I-I can't do that," you said shyly, your fingers toying with the hem of your dress.

Eddie leaned in, and retorted with a, “and why not?"

“It-it feels wrong, and you don’t even know if I’d be good-“ you hesitated, not fully convinced if this was a good idea.

“Bullshit,” Eddie countered firmly, a small smile gracing his lips. “I know how great your art is, and I know how much you care about music, the way you describe it is exactly the reason why I love it so much.” Eddie always took you seriously and encouraged you about your dreams, no matter how unrealistic it was. 

“You know what you said earlier about how you wanted your art to matter to someone?” You nodded, eyes glistening with hope. 

“Your art is important to me, Pinky. The ones you sketched in your notebooks, is what helped me write some of my lyrics. The drawings you made when you were bored in class, the ones I have hung up on my wall still at the trailer… they mean so much to me,” he said in a hushed voice, he dragged his arm on the table, quick to point to the tattoo on his forearm. “This tattoo, is what helped with Corroded Coffin’s symbol bats, you do realize that, right?”

Skeptical, you scoffed, "you guys always had bats as your thing."

 “True,” he agreed, “but your design helped bring it to life.” He shrugged, “and you know the band better than anyone, maybe you could help us with our next album cover, too. I don’t think I could find someone more perfect for the job.” Eddie shrugged and smiled warmly.

“But-”

Your protests were gently silenced by Eddie, who insisted with a soft determination, “No but’s, just say yes, please.” His voice was sweet, sickingly sweet, you couldn’t say no even if you wanted to, and this was the perfect opportunity. 

“I mean I’ll just have a talk with them, show them some of your stuff, so, no promises. But I can be very, very persuasive,” he teased, a wink thrown your way.

You stammered, the excitement bubbling within you. "Y-you'd do that for me?” He nodded surely, “even after everything that happened?" Your tone was muffled, laced with insecurity.

"Anything for you," Eddie reassured as he leaned closer, that familiar, small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

With your heart aflutter, you finally agreed, excitement breaking through the barriers of your insecurities. "If—if you really are okay with it, I-I'd love to."

“Of course,” he affirmed. 

“Alright!” Benny chimed in, interrupting the two of you. “Two cheeseburgers with a side of fries, and two milkshakes.” He hummed, settling the food in front of both sets of hungry eyes.

“Enjoy, lovebirds!” He said with a smirk, sauntering away to the kitchen. 

“Thank you!” Both of you exclaimed with happiness as you dug into the food.

As you munched on the crispy fries, you admired the other tables, each one occupied by a slice of life that you couldn't help but find intriguing.

One table was for a family of four. All you could hear was the distressed children, their whining echoed through the restaurant. The parents looked drained, faces etched with exhaustion as they juggled plates of half-eaten food, desperately trying to calm down and distract their kids.

Another table was occupied by a couple who was in a heated argument. The man wore a scowl, voice raised in anger, while the woman looked like she was about to cry, her eyes pleading for understanding.

But the last table was the one that you couldn’t tear your eyes away from, it brought a smile to your face. “Oh my god, look,” you said in a hushed voice, gaze pointing toward the booth that was nested in the far right corner.

Eddie was already face-first into his food, “later, ’m eating.” He grumbled. You poked your tongue out at him playfully. “Jesus… Forgot how grumpy you get when you are hungry,” you hummed, flinging a fry in his direction, causing him to pause mid-bite and chuckle.

“Oh, you don't wanna play that game with me, sweetheart,” he teased, dangling a fry in front of your face.

You grinned, your eyes dancing with excitement. “Just one look, and I’ll be out of your curly unbrushed hair, Munson,” you joked with a giggle.

His eyes rolled quickly, “you won’t stop until you get what you want, will you?” He asked with an annoyed tilt of his head.

You shook your head with a giggle. “Fine,” he huffed jokingly, dipping the fry in his hand into the vanilla milkshake, making an exaggerated sound of satisfaction as he devoured it.

“Gross.” You commented with mock disgust, and he rolled his eyes in response.

“Just tell me which table.” Eddie leaned in, his curiosity piqued as your gaze moved toward the couple at the adjacent booth. The girl was wearing a plaid mini skirt, expertly paired with a statement crop-top covered by an oversized leather jacket wrapped around her shoulders, likely borrowed from the curly-haired brunette sitting on the opposite side of the booth.

Her head was thrown back, and laughter danced in her eyes as she hung on to every word of the story he was telling. The curly haired brunette guy had a graphic band-tee and a guitar pick adorning his neck. Mascara smudged and eyes all red; you knew they probably had a long night. 

It reminded him of something, or rather, someone. 

He looked at you with his brows scrunched up, and you replied to him with a giggle. Both of you were thinking the same thing. 

“That’s fuckin’ weird.” Eddie mumbled with a mouthful of his juicy cheeseburger. “Are those our… doppelgangers?” 

“Right?” You almost mirrored him, taking a bite from your cheeseburger as you leaned further on your elbows. “What do you think their story is?”

“Uhhh-” Eddie grumbled, “us from five years ago?” His mouth partially obscured by the burger as he chewed thoughtfully, a furrow in his brow. 

“Such a detailed story!” You mocked. He couldn't help but notice how the dim diner lighting accentuated your features—plump lips looking so soft from the way you frustratingly groaned—which brought an unintentional smile to his face.

You were so breathtakingly pretty; even when you were munching on a burger, he was absolutely whipped.

Eddie shrugged, that shit-eating grin still on his face. He looked you dead in the eye before he took another big bite, stuffing more fries into his mouth. 

“Fine, I’ll give them a story,” you narrowed your gaze, “and you can keep eating your gross milkshake dipped fries,” you mocked, straightening up your back as you leaned closer, licking your lips before you spoke.

“So the girl… she’s pretty, like really, really pretty.” You said with a sly grin, your gaze now focused on the couple in question; if he wasn’t going to participate, then you could just drag this further. 

“And there’s the guy." You gestured toward the other booth, gaze narrowing as you turned back to Eddie. “He’s just... there, I guess, kind of looks like a douche,” you mocked, mouth scrunching as you looked at Eddie all-knowingly, head tilted to the side.

Eddie scoffed, responding with a lighthearted yet passionate defense of himself. “He looks like a total stud,” he grumbled in between bites with a smirk, “and that band-tee? He’s so fuckin’ cool.”

“Oh, yeah?” You challenged, “I think he’s a total nerd, bet he’s telling his dorky D&D stories to his best friend.” 

He stuck his tongue out, a carefree grin on his face, “Hey! You said you loved my campaigns!” He exclaimed and playfully tossed a soggy fry at you. 

You gasped dramatically, reaching for another fry to retaliate before Eddie’s unreadable expression had you frozen. “Shit, I totally forgot, what time is it?”

“Oh, you’re not getting away with that, Munson, we’re in a full fledged food war now,” you teased, holding a fry aloft, your gaze narrowing in mock seriousness.

“No, no, I’m serious.” Eddie insisted, causing you to huff in response. You turned your back to try to read the old-fashioned clock that stood on the wall. 

“Uh… 1.15, why?” you replied, your brows furrowed in confusion, trying to understand him.

“Shit! Shit, shit!” He cursed, getting up quickly while he started gathering his things.

“What?” You asked with a puzzled look.

“Wayne!” He exclaimed making you furrow your brows.

“What about Wayne?” 

“I promised to pick him up after his shift,” he explained with a sigh. “You know, since I kinda have the car.”

"Well, when did it end?” you inquired, still calm as you took another bite from your burger.

He eyed you with urgency. “15 minutes ago,” grumbling, he shoved whatever was left of his food into his mouth. 

“So, I’m going to see Wayne?” You asked with a smile. 

“If we don’t hurry up, you’re going to see me dead,” he exclaimed dramatically, making you roll your eyes. 

“You need to inhale all of that, now!” He screeched, and you looked up at him with a pout. 

“Now!” He snapped, hands clapping in front of your face. 

“Okay, okay, jesus!” You groaned, taking a deep breath, before you shoved a generous handful of fries in your mouth. 

-

When Eddie led you to the car, all you could think about was how Wayne would react—would he be mad at you? Would he be disappointed? 

Goosebumps appeared when a chill ran down your spine, you didn’t know if you could handle it. Wayne had been a staple in your life up until you left, he fed you, he listened to you when you needed it, he gave you a place to sleep, and he always reassured you that you were always welcome in their home.

And you didn’t even bother to say goodbye to him. Not that you didn’t want to; it’s because you couldn’t. When you and Eddie left, it was in a hurry. You had no time to tell anyone, not even Eddie told Wayne until you two were half-way there to California. 

But it still didn’t stop your guilt, it still didn’t help the way your stomach twisted at the mention of his name. 

Your feet picked up quickly as the thoughts filled your head, only stopping when Eddie called out to you. “I have to tell you somethin’” Eddie mumbled, eyes squeezing shut. 

A huff of air was quick to escape your lips, you knew it was too perfect to end like this, you knew he was going to ruin it. 

“She-uh… she’s coming to brunch tomorrow.”

You froze in place, almost everything fit like a puzzle in your mind now, and you didn’t know which emotion to feel first. 

Anger, jealousy, or sadness. 

And all three of them hit you at the same time. Because it made sense now, it was clear. He liked Chrissy. He wanted Chrissy. 

He wanted to move on with her. 

He had your heart in his hands, but this time he wasn’t toying with it; he was stomping on it, over and over again, not stopping until he was sure it was beyond salvageable. 

Hand almost frozen in the place you opened the car door without a word, settling into the passenger seat like nothing had happened. 

“Shit,” he cursed under his breath before he opened his side of the door, getting inside swiftly just to turn to you, “are you not gonna say anything?” he asked, voice carrying a desperate tone.

Your gaze remained fixed outside the window, your cheek pressed against the cool glass. “We’re going to be late,” you replied with a cold, unfeeling tone. Silence filled the car, mirroring the gaping void that now existed between you two.

Thankfully, Aurora didn’t give him any trouble when he started the ignition with a key turn, and the engine roared to life. You didn’t want to speak; you didn’t want to say anything to him. You wanted to save all of your emotions, contain them in the depths of your mind, and cry yourself to sleep. You didn’t want him to know how much this crushed you. 

But you couldn’t just do that; too disappointed to let it slide, the words escaped your mouth like a dam breaking, “I can’t fucking believe you.” 

“Just, listen, I-I didn’t even invite her-” Eddie tried to explain, but you weren't listening, you didn’t care, you were letting it all out. 

“How would you fucking feel if I kissed… Jason in front of you?” Eddie opened his mouth to answer, but you continued, “how would you feel if I invited him to brunch tomorrow?

Once you took a deep breath to gather your thoughts, he scoffed. “That’s not the same thing, Pinky. Carver made my life a living hell, he was a miserable bully.”

You should tell him, you should tell him what exactly Chrissy did to you.

You should tell him the whole story of that night at Steve’s party. 

The part he didn’t know. 

But you don’t. 

Because you’re too busy to worry about whether he actually wants to be with her or not, your mind felt full, anxieties and worries dancing around in it. 

“And Chrissy kissed Billy!” Your mouth dried up when that name left your mouth, you could feel that dreadful feeling consuming your chest. 

That night was still a blur to you—the way you caught them, the things Chrissy said to you, the way Billy swore that she initiated the kiss. 

Eddie shook his head. “She said it was a misunderstanding.”

You rubbed your fingertips on your forehead in disbelief. “And you believe her over me?” you asked, tone carrying a tinge of hurt and betrayal. The question hung heavy between the two of you.

“No, no!” He yelled out. “Jesus fucking Christ, stop putting words in my mouth, Pinky!” Eddie groaned in frustration, his hands gripping the steering wheel. “She explained it was a misunderstanding, and she does want to tell you that, too… maybe you could talk to her—”

You let out an exasperated chuckle, not interested in entertaining the idea. “no fucking way.” 

“If you want to be with her, then just fucking say that, Munson, don’t do all this fuckin’ bullshit,” you added, crossing your arms against your chest. 

“I don’t want- oh, you’re unbelievable!” He snapped, head bumping against the headrest of his van. 

“You make it fucking impossible to start over!”

“Wh-what does that even mean?” You retorted back.

“J-just when I’m about to start over, just when I-I’m going to…” He rolled his tongue inside of his cheek in rage as he paused to better explain himself. 

“I find a picture of you in my wallet that you put… or, or Nancy and Jonathan tell me that you invited them over…” You were on the brink of retorting when he continued, “or, or, you- you just barge back into town like you never left; talk to me like nothing fuckin’ happened.”

You didn’t dare to open your mouth; everything he said made you feel guilty. But everything he felt, you felt, too. Each time you felt like moving on, each time you wanted to try to be with someone, you physically couldn’t. 

Maybe it was selfish that you liked hearing him feel the same way too. That’s why the way he was being so vague about whatever he had with Chrissy was like a stab to your heart, in the most non-dramatic way possible. 

“You know… I used to think you were the best thing that ever happened to me… I used to think that you w-would always be in my life. That you’d be the one fuckin’ person who’d never leave me.” Eddie's voice trembled, and your throat was quick to tighten, lump forming as his words began to sink in. It felt like the car grew darker the more he spoke, your world crumbling down with it. 

“I was wrong about all of that... all you fuckin’ did was ruin it… You ruined my life.”

The faint strains of heavy metal playing on the car's stereo seemed distant, before you spoke up, wobbly lips slurring your words. “I… I r-ruined your life?” You slumped back on your seat with his words slicing through you like a knife, gnawing at your insecurities.

“Y-you really think that?” Words barely escaped your lips, voice quivering. 

He opened his plushy lips to speak, but he couldn’t answer; words died down in his throat, his gaze fixated on the road, lips pressed into a tight line. 

That in itself was an answer, you knew it, and he knew it. You felt exposed to him, like he knew your insecurities but still did nothing to hide them. 

You couldn't help but feel a hot prickle behind your eyes, the unshed tears were getting harder to hold back. You bit back on your wobbly lip, in an attempt to conceal the pent-up emotions that were begging to be let out. “This… this whole thing was a mistake,” you murmured, voice hushed and heavy with regret. The words felt like stones in your mouth, bitter and unpalatable. 

“We-we were caught up in ourselves, ther-there’s no fuckin’ way we could ever be friends,” you continued, driving home the painful truth, just so you could hurt him like he hurt you, just so you didn’t want him to know how pathetically you still wanted to be with him in any way possible. 

“I agree,” he grumbled, eyes still on the road. Tears streamed down your cheeks, tracing glistening paths along your cheeks, you didn’t even attempt to wipe them. Sniffles punctuated the air, body shuddering with an attempt to suppress your sobs, but then again, they were drowned out by the heavy metal music that echoed in the car. 

Eddie’s gaze fell on you every few seconds; but you didn’t seem to notice. And the guilt ate away at him, too, his brows furrowed in agony. He knew that wasn’t what he meant to say. He didn’t mean it in that way, you didn’t ruin his life; you never could—well, not until you left him. 

His knuckles tightened on the steering wheel; this wasn’t how everything was supposed to happen. He didn’t even invite Chrissy; she asked to come, and of course Eddie said yes, what else could he do? So he just wanted to give you a heads up. Just so things wouldn’t get bad between the two of you again, but he managed to screw it up.

Grumbles and some curses were all the two of you could hear when Eddie pulled up to Wayne’s workplace. With a huff of breath, your car door hung open. “I’ve been waiting for thirty minutes, rockstar; you better have some good fuckin’ excuse-” Wayne’s eyes widened the second his gaze met your sad figure.

“Jesus H. Christ!” Wayne exclaimed as if seeing a ghost. “Am I seein' that right? Is that who I think it is?” Despite the heartache gnawing at your insides, you managed a smile.

"Hi, Wayne," you mumbled shyly. Wayne, however, wasn't having it. "Oh, you're not gettin' off with a simple 'hey,' come over here, kid!" He said excitedly, pulling you into a bear-hug. The embrace was tight enough to make you giggle and sniffle, an unfamiliar smile on your lips.

“Where the hell have ya been?” Wayne inquired once he let you go. 

You tried to get up, offering him the front seat, he shook his head, hands holding you down by your shoulders, not wanting to interrupt the two of you.

You told him about everything—New York, your job, how you got here. Everything. 

And all Eddie did was drive; he didn’t look at you or even Wayne for all that mattered—not a single glance. And of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by Wayne. 

“Alright, kids, you two are bein' weird…” Wayne grumbled, glancing at Eddie. “Tell me what the hell happened. Some kind of lover's quarrel?” Eddie scoffed, and you couldn't help but snap your head in his direction.

"Somethin' funny, boy?" Wayne added, narrowing his gaze at his niece. Eddie sighed but still avoided both of your gazes.

“No, no, uhh- nothing happened.” He murmured.

Your gaze narrowed, and you couldn’t help the anger inside of you. “That’s funny, that is not how I remember it.” 

Wayne’s brows furrowed before he leaned closer to the front seat. “What happened, P? You know you can always tell me anythin’” he murmured with a reassuring tone. 

Eddie scoffed, rolling his eyes, but you ignored him, “he is with Chrissy,” you said, scrunching your face as you turned to gauge Wayne's reaction.

Wayne's brows tilted together, his eyes narrowing as he tried to remember that name. “You remember her? Strawberry blonde hair and-”

“The blondie that made you cry?” you nodded, “with that Hargrove kid?” 

“See, even Wayne remembers,” you grumbled, slightly elbowing Eddie to get a reaction out of him, only earning an offended huff.  

“I never liked him, you know,” Wayne continued, large hands gesturing vaguely to emphasize his point, “always thought you were way too good for him. A guy like him has no business with my Pinky.” You leaned further into the headrest, fingers fiddling with your jacket as you gave Wayne a weak smile. 

“Should’ve listened to you,” you hummed. 

“So Eddie is with her?” Wayne mumbled, face souring. 

“Boy, have you lost your damn mind?” Wayne was quick to chide Eddie, who was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel in an attempt to not snap at either of you. 

But it wasn’t working. 

"I told you I'm not with her!" he hissed, voice dripping with irritation. He shot a glare at Wayne through the rearview mirror, but his words were directed at you. 

“How would you explain kissing her and inviting her to our friend's brunch!” You snapped in Eddie’s direction. 

“Eddie, tell me you did not do that!”

“It-it’s not like that, Wayne.”

“Oh, really? What is it like?” You gruffly asked, curiosity and hurt evident in your tone.

“Eddie…” Wayne warned him shushingly with a disappointed look, he could see how much you were hurting, and he knew Eddie was a bit oblivious.

“What?” he groaned.

“Don’t worry, Wayne, he just enjoys playing with my feelings,” you replied with a scoff, fingers tracing the pattern on the car’s leather seats, a relief to your pent-up emotions.

“Oh, you’re one to fuckin’ talk,” Eddie muttered under his breath with an out of place chuckle, his anger overflowing after holding it back for so long. “Newsflash, princess. You weren’t the one to wake up all alone in L.A. with one fucking note, I was!” He yelled, words punctuated by the heavy breath he took between each sentence. 

“You should be grateful you have two notes in that pocket of yours because I barely got one!” 

“Will you stop bringing that up?” You plead, lip wobbling as you bit on it harshly to stop your emotions from spilling. 

“‘I can’t do this, sorry.’” He recited your words, and you refused to look at him. “Five letters, Pinky. Not even six. Five. You left me with that—no goodbyes, no nothin’, just a sticky fuckin’ note attached to the fridge.” His head snapped toward you.

A loud chuckle left your mouth, you turned to him with rage, and Wayne knew he had to step in or it was going to get ugly, even uglier than, whatever this was. “This isn’t even about that-”

“Alright, alright!” He interrupted, hands waving in the space between the two of you. 

“Simmer down, both of you! I know the two of you have a lot of unresolved shit… but don’t burn this bridge,” he warned, “not again.” Wayne’s words were quick to disperse the emotional fog that had surrounded the car. 

“The thing, whatever the hell it is, that y’all have… people spend their whole fuckin’ life lookin’ for it… Don’t be dumb.” That was enough to have the two of you shut up. 

“Talk it out.” He said, firm but fair. “I know you’ve both been hurt, so, be honest with each other, and apologize,” he continued, urging both of you to confront each other.

“Okay?” He asked, head hanging in the space between the two of you. 

“Okay,” both of you mumbled in unison, backs turned toward each other.

‘Too late’ was all you could think; that bridge was already burned. There was no way the two of you could ever go back now, right?

A sigh of relief escaped your lips when Eddie finally pulled up to your house, you didn’t waste any time saying goodbye to Eddie before turning to Wayne and giving him a hug. 

“See you around?” You asked with a hopeful smile.

“You better!” Wayne warned playfully, evoking a giggle from you. “You gotta drop by sometime, promise?” He asked with a sly grin, he knew exactly what he was doing. 

You didn’t want to see Eddie anymore than you had to now, but if Wayne asked you to do something, you’d do it in a heartbeat. 

You looked back at Eddie, your gazes connecting for a second before both of you turned away. “Uh-huh, promise,” you mumbled before exiting quickly. 

“What the hell are you doin’, kid?” Wayne exclaimed the moment you left, causing Eddie to look at him with a puzzled expression.

“Walk her to her door, for Christ’s sake!”

“I-I don’t think that’s a great idea,” Eddie explained hesitantly.

“Where are your manners?” Wayne scolded him, raising his voice. Eddie grumbled in frustration but ultimately gave in, cussing under his breath as he exited the car to follow you.

He ran after you, breathless once he finally caught up to you. “Sorry, I should’ve walked you-” He mumbled

You shook your head interrupting him, “no, it’s fine.” 

“So, uhhh…” He started, gaining your attention back to him. “Goodnight.” Eddie grumbled with a scratch of his head, barely able to look at you. He didn’t want to leave things like this, but the damage was already done. You could see the guilt in his eyes, but it didn’t matter now. 

He wondered what you would think of the notes; would you even read them? Would you get mad at him for the things he wrote? 

“Goodnight, Eddie.” You muttered back, turning to the door as you avoided looking at him, your finger shakily retrieved your key as you fumbled with it, doing everything in your willpower to not turn back at him. 

Eddie walked away with the same thoughts eating away at him. Were you going to look back at him? The temptation got the best of him, and he turned with a shy nod. You were struggling with your keys, muttering in frustration, and the sight unintentionally brought a smile to his lips before he hurried back to his car.

The moment you heard his car door open, you turned, slowly and reluctantly, only for your gaze to meet Wayne’s, who had an all-knowing smirk playing at his lips, waving at you. 

You gave him a shy smile before you hurriedly turned your back, finally opening the door and rushing inside. 

“You idiot lovebirds are goin’ to be the death of me,” Wayne grumbled to himself with a shake of his head, watching the way you scurried inside.

Once you locked the door, you rested against it, a sigh of relief escaping your lips. Your thoughts were swirling,but there was only one thing that was overpowering everything else; the note. 

You furiously searched for it in your pocket, curiosity filling the course of your veins as you fished it out of the left one, your hand shaking as you held it in front of your eyes. 

The words scribbled in the closed note had your heart racing, afraid of what it was going to say, once you fully opened it, your eyes roamed through it quickly.

The note was dated a week ago. 

Don't fool yourself,

She was heartache from the moment that you met her.

My heart feels so still

As I try to find the will to forget her, somehow.

Oh I think I've forgotten her now.

(Is it obvious this last line is sarcasm?) 

Your fingers traced the line that had the parenthesis and were crossed out. Eddie’s notes. If you the tears that escaped your burning eyes weren’t distorting your vision, maybe you would’ve appreciated some of the lyrics, and his funny notes, even though they were messy and all over the place.

I don’t blame you, but sometimes I wish we hadn’t met. (This is kinda too out there, but there could be something from this???)

Your heart pounded against your ribcage—that familiar ache that never fully left returned with a sharper pain. It hurt that he thought of you in this way. He thought you ruined his life, and now he wished he had never met you. 

Those thoughts sank into your brain, and the anger that came with them was something you couldn’t comprehend. There was a lot more of the scribbled nonsense that you couldn’t read, other lyrics that were scratched out. 

Your hands were shaking once you flipped it over. The other note was dated today. 

I lied, didn’t I? I think I would prefer all the heartache in the world to not knowing you. I didn’t even realize that until today. Until I saw you across the room. And I can’t even explain how good it felt to look up and see you standing there. Even with that frown adorning your face.

Your tears hadn’t stopped, falling onto the piece of crumpled up paper and making a mess. 

You felt like an idiot; you should’ve told him when you had the chance, and you had a lot of them. You were angry that you let everyone walk over you. You were angry that Billy had gotten away with everything. And now, Chrissy had a chance with him without ever paying for the consequences of what she did. 

You couldn’t let that happen.

You didn’t want to be polite with your sadness anymore You didn’t want to absorb everyone’s pain to make sure they were okay. And you hated that that’s what you did essentially did when you didn’t tell Eddie about Chrissy. 

You paced around the room, biting down on your nails. 

Should you tell him? Or was that too selfish?

Because if you wanted to tell him, you had just the perfect opportunity to tell him and confront Chrissy; the brunch. 

✦ final authors note —ALSO THE CHRISSY STUFF WILL BE REVEALED NEXT CHAPTER. IM SORRY FOR TEASING IT SO LONG BUT THE REVEAL IS GONNA BE GOOD I PROMISE LMAO. if you like this series pls support me by rbing liking and commenting ily thank youu🫶🏻

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[unclewaynemunson]

after reading your newest clarkson piece (and the other one on my dash) I have this little scene in my head that i can't let go, so I'm sending it on. though it is very cliche lol. But some weeks go by, enough for eddie to move things with wayne and scott to the back of his mind and focus on his own shit. but it's wayne's day off or something and eddie comes home midday, thinking his uncle should be awake, with news to share about something silly but important. and he goes into their home and scott's in the kitchen, wearing one of wayne's flannels like a robe, and making them coffee. Eddie in the doorway just cheering loud enough to have every bird in the trailer park taking flight and wayne on the couch trying not to threaten his nephew's life (and scott in the kitchen "Oh! Hi Eddie, you want a cup of coffee? It's fresh! You're just in time")

*Now, I know that staying at Wayne's is not ideal given the bedroom and "roommate" situation but it was accidental. Too much to drink and not enough interest in leaving lol feeling a bit like the kids they never had the chance to be. wayne slept in his chair and gave scott the bed. nothing happened. for peak cliche, scott could have spilled something on his clothes and had to dress in wayne's because it was that or eddie's clothes. but I like it being given to scott as makeshift pajamas better and if it just so happens to go home with scott, well it was an honest mistake lol

anyway, this ran away from me quickly, it was just supposed to be eddie seeing scott in his uncle shirt and knowing what happened lol

dear beloved anon i am kissing you on the forehead THIS IS SO SILLY AND WHOLESOME I LOVE IT!!!!

seriously you had me grinning through this whole thing. i can also see them fit themselves on the couch/bed together, waking up with the first morning light all tangled up into each other. They're old so it's killing their backs but they don't give a fuck because they got to exist so close to each other all night.

I'm obsessed with the way you wrote Scott being completely unfazed by Eddie's appearance lmaooo he would!! And eddie would tease them relentlessly but underneath all that he'd be soooo happy for them <3

And YES PLEASE let their love turn them into stupid teenagers again, it's everything they deserve!

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

these days

eddie munson x reader, fluff

summary: Wayne helps his nephew realize his feelings for you.

song by jackson browne

The trailer park was quiet, the air cool for a summer night. Outside the Munson residence stood a small bonfire, the pit made from wood chopped down from trees near the woods. Wayne Munson lit a cigarette, promptly handing over the pack to his nephew, Eddie. He took it graciously and leaned back into the lawn chair, fingers strumming against his acoustic guitar. He sat and listened to his uncle complaining about his aching bones, offering you a smoke but you said no.

“She needs to keep that sweet voice of hers pure.”

Eddie smiled and agreed with his uncle, offering up his guitar when Wayne suggested a tune. At first, you graciously declined but the pair insisted so you took the guitar and shuffled to the edge of the lawn chair you brought over from your trailer. Never one to turn down an opportunity to sing, you gave a few strums to test the tune; this prompted a look from Eddie, because of course his guitar would be properly tuned. Apologizing with a smile, you asked if they liked to hear a Jackson Browne tune. Wayne clapped and Eddie gave you an encouraging look.

Counting off in your head, you strummed the first chords and began to sing.

“Well, I’ve been out walking…I don’t do much talking these days…”

Your voice husky and thick had Wayne perking up in his seat, as smoke exhaled from his lips. The fire  cooled you body and illuminated the features of your face that caught Eddie off guard. Of course, he recognized the beauty every time he saw you, but something about the fiery light on your face had his heart going in a way he hadn’t before. Your eyes fluttering closed, and fingers strummed to the two-chord note, and he couldn’t fantom ever taking his eyes off you.

“…these days I seem to think about how all the changes came about my ways…”

Wayne, a man of wisdom and years of experience under his belt, watched the way his beloved nephew stared at you – the girl next door, the one who would come over to make sure they had dinner or stopped by with groceries. All the times you would come over to help Eddie study and how you stood by Wayne’s side, cheering him on at his graduation; the three of you going out to dinner to celebrate, drinks after, of course. What a fool, he had thought his nephew was, unable to see what was right in front of him - but judging by the way Eddie’s eyes were on you, Wayne thought ‘shit, tonight might be the night’ and he smiled, leaning back into his chair, eyes closing as your sweet voice filled the trailer park with some goodness.

“These days I sit on corner stones and count the time in quarter tones to ten…please don’t confront me on my failures. I had not forgotten them…”

The strumming came to a calming finish and Wayne, cigarette dancing between his lips, clapped and cheered – far too loud, you were sure he would wake the whole park up. Shushing him with a finger to the mouth and a smile, you handed over the guitar back to Eddie, his fingers brushing against yours; they were warm and soft. Looking at your watch, embarrassed by the attention Wayne was giving, you stood up and declared it was time you hit the hay.

“I have an early shift at the grocery store, y’all need anything? Eggs? Bread?”

Eddie quickly shook his head. “Nah, we’re good.”

Waiting for a moment, for what you weren’t sure, you glanced over to Wayne, and he looked to his nephew, who was busy staring down at the guitar in his hands. The eldest Munson sighed and bid you a good night, you waved at the pair and left to your trailer, rubbing your hands together to keep warm. Once you were out of sight, Wayne glared at Eddie until he noticed and asked what he was looking at.

“A damn fool,” he proclaimed, tossing the cigarette bud into the firepit. Eddie, clearly offended, asked what his problem was. “I love you, nephew.”

Eddie frowned. “I love you too, man.”

“…but I need to give you some advice.”

Clearly confused, Eddie shifted in his seat and brushed a few strands of hair from his face. He listened as his uncle nodded in the direction you had walked off to, Eddie turning to see you just getting to your trailer. He watched with easy eyes as you stepped up the porch and walked into your home, closing the door behind you.

“She’s a fine girl, kid. Fine girls turn into great women. Great women lift you up, never down. Just think about that before someone else goes and discovers what a fine girl she is. I had a fine girl in my life once, let her slip on by – look at me now.”

His uncle’s words scorn Eddie deep; the mere thought of you with someone else, it torn his heart to shreds, but he was afraid, a coward. What if you didn’t feel the same? He’d rather have you in his life as friend than lose you forever – he couldn’t even fantom life without you. The sweetness in your voice, the horribly loud laugh that came from deep down in your throat that made him smile every time – the way you were so kind to Wayne and always looking after the two of them. How much time and effort you put in helping him get his high school diploma…

Eddie’s eyes widen in a moment of clarity, and Wayne laughed, getting up from his chair. He walked over to Eddie and patted him on the head, like he used to when he was a kid. But he was a kid no more, it was time he started finding his own way in life and Wayne hoped that involved you. He told his nephew to get on going, “it’s never too late to get your girl – I won’t wait up. Night, kid.”

“Night, Wayne,” he crooned, watching as the man drifted to the trailer. Once he was inside, Eddie stood up and took a deep breath, running a hand down his face. He started walking towards your trailer, because if he stood around for too long, he would chicken out. His heart was pounding, afraid of rejection but with very step closer to the trailer, he felt lighter. All the moments the two of you had, it brought a sense of comfort to him – surely you felt the same way.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out,” he whispered, drudging up the porch. His knuckles paused for a moment before hitting the front door of your home. The porch light was off, but it quickly turned on and when the door opened, you stood there asking if something was wrong.

“Absolutely not,” he smiled, reaching out for your hand. He took it and you stared at him bewildered as he gently pulled you from the doorway, right to him. His eyes displayed the nervousness in his heart and your eyes went back and forth, scanning the expression on his face until he finally spoke – voice trembling and faltering. “I- I guess need to tell you something…”

“You can tell me anything,” you quickly answered, placing a hand over his. He stared down at the connection, then his eyes angled up to you and his heart relaxed.

“I love you.”

His words were spoken so innocently, so softly you almost didn’t hear them, but you did, and it was all you ever wanted to hear from him. The countless times you were at the brink of blurting those words at to him – the late nights watching movies, sitting outside and star gazing, the time at his graduation when he hugged you so hard. All those moments and yet this one, where Eddie is standing on your porch, completely humbled by love – this was the perfect moment. Touching the side of his face with a loving hand, you smiled at him and spoke the words you had longed to speak to him – knowing it was just the beginning of a wonderful life together.

“I love you too, Eddie.”

[ameba-from-space]

Hey do you know a fic about Bruce being on a video conference with the league and in the middle of the meeting the kids have a fight and Tim's head gets stuck in the batmobile? Bruce has to deal with the situation and the league witnesses the whole thing. It's such a funny fic but I can't find it anymore.

Gonna kill 3 birds with one stone here, also I'm sorry I took so long to answer all yall asks. I kinda love how JL meeting the batkids has become it's own little fandom genre

Watch This - A baby dick classic

video message incoming - Is sneezing like kitty genetic?

Take Care of Business - Ah yes violence delicious

5 times the Justice League catch Bruce acting domestically - Must i say more?

Stuck in the Middle (With You) - damian is a beautiful angry flower

the bat's nest - Batman is dad? What a shock, absolutely flabbergasted by this information

A colony of Bats - A darker view of things

Bring Your Kid to Work Day - People be like "batman hates kids" people be wrong

dad time - *insert will smith pointing at his kids meme here*

Sneaking out for Superhero Teenagers: a Guide - Tim you little shit get back here

The Waynes and Their Friends - Diana adopts tim because she can

Bats, deaths and urban myths (and what everyone else thinks about them) - Bruce is a drama queen and I love him so much

What's in a Name? - Cause of death: mario kart

catch - Ah yes fast robin

Even Batman has his Limits (or how the most well kept secret in the Justice League is revealed because of Lasagna) - Jason you selfish fuck

The Justice League and the Batfam - A whole ass series of fics on the theme

Meeting the Batfamily - You're never gonna guess what this fic is about

Justice League, Meet My Children - Bats are territorial animals

Chivalry is Dead and so is Jason Todd - Jason todd is an absolute menace

The Waynes, Damsels in Distress - Bruce Wayne is a bitch and I love him very much

Of Bats and Robins (and Families) - More like the Gossip League

A Day in the Life: Gotham's King - Lois lane is part of the justice league right?

...And To All, A Good Night - some cozy christmas boy

Billionaire Down - Uncle ollie my beloved

sneaking into the batcave seemed like a good idea until a bunch of bats glare at you - The justice league is as stealthy as my dog when he sees the mailman

It's About Time - Clark wants to marry bruce, but he gotta ask his kids first

Slumber - a tiny baby boy

The Superman Onesie - Tiny baby boy: eletric boogalo

through different colored glasses - tired dad wants to unnadopt kids more at 11

Multi Media Marketing Mistakes - Bruce Wayne slept with Oliver Queen when he was young and you cannot convince me otherwise

All Hands on Deck (Batfam/Young Justice Crossover) - HOW MANY FUCKING KIDS DO YOU HAVE BRUCE????

Keep the Family Secret - let this man take a nap

And thats it, these are all the batfam + JL that I know off I hope you guys enjoy, tomorrow I will try to do one more list but no promises

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

My heart is crying over pasta bake & so I'm writing to the Munsons because I wanna be silly for 5 minutes🥺

It's written TO Eddie & Uncle Wayne, speaking as if I am in their universe. Because why not?🥺

TW NEGATIVITY NEGATIVITY NEGATIVITY AND I GUSH!!!!

Hey, Eddie.

So, uh... it's been a while since we got to spend time together, hasn't it? I can't even remember the sound of your voice, baby. That's my own fault, though. I always tell myself 'you can see Eddie when you're done studying/after work/once you've got X done' but when I've done these things, I have to do something else and then before I know it, I'm holding your guitar pick in the palm of my hand in the work break room when I'm getting in or out of my uniform and fighting off tears because I miss you so damn much it hurts.

I just don't know what to do, angel. Everything is so much all the time and it's getting increasingly so as the weeks go by and I feel like I'm drowning. Dad told me the other day that I do a really good impression of a duck; I look calm and serene on the surface but underneath, my feet are going like crazy to keep me afloat. And he's right and I hate it. I just... I don't know, Eddie. Everything is just... it's a lot and I keep trying to grapple things so that I can catch up with studying but it's getting to the point where if it gets any worse, there won't be catching up because it'll be next to impossible and the odds are already stacked against me. I have until the end of this week to complete an assignment, which I was graciously given an extension for (have you forgiven me for the 32 hour stint yet?🙏), and do three weeks' of uni work, otherwise it'll become four weeks of uni work and two assignments... yeah, I know... I'm disappointed in me too.

I thought I was doing well, and I was.... and then all of a sudden I wasn't and everything spiralled out of control faster than I could tighten my grip and I'm fighting to make it right. My job is so demanding that it asks for everything except a virgin sacrifice, but technically I give them that every time I show up for a shift, and I'm always so tired when I come home that I just don't wanna study so then I don't and then before I know it I'm a week behind but then work doesn't stop being intense because of the industry I work in and then university builds in intensity literally every week and then I stopped eating as much, I stopped sleeping as much and then before you know it, I'm here. Running on fumes, caffeine, spite, running on empty, burning the candle at both ends, telling people she's okay but watching the same film literally twenty-seven times in one week because it's comforting, staying away from you because if I look at you, my beloved, I'll cry, and I simply don't have the time to put myself back together when I've already fallen apart. It's hard enough trying to catch your own fall.

I know what's happening to me, I've been here before, years ago, when I got home from what happened to me (a story I've never told you but maybe one day I will, if you want to hear it), and I know how it ends. And it's happening again but I don't know if I have the strength to pull myself out of it a second time. So forgive me if my hold on you is loose but tight at the same time. I'm almost afraid to look at you, because looking at your chocolate button eyes will make me cry and yet, they're such a big comfort to me. Right now, I'm in a place where I can save things, I can fix it. But if this carries on, it'll be too far gone a situation and then where will I be??? Three years of uni work, down the pan, and for what? A several month long.... whatever the fuck this is? I don't know, Eddie. Maybe you do.

But anyway, I'm sliding this note under your door because I think you're at Hellfire Club right now and I don't want to linger around and disturb anyone. I've left Uncle Wayne a note too, would you please make sure he receives it? I love you both so much, and I'm sorry I've been away so long. Make sure I come back soon, okay? If it's left up to me, we'll never see each other again because I'm not enough for the lifestyle I worked so hard for and that means I'm not enough for you, either. And I want to be enough for you, so so badly. I'm not enough in the ways I should be and I'm too much in the ways I shouldn't be.

But it's... I don't know, Eddie. I'll figure it out. I can't cut back on my work hours because I need the money because everything is so damn expensive, I'm saving up to move out of my parents' house and paying my own bills and helping my parents with theirs when they need it. And also quitting uni, a daily thought I have, isn't an option because otherwise that's the last three years of my life wasted and I already feel like everything I've ever done at any point ever has been a waste too, so I HAVE to get this right.

I just want you here, Eddie. I miss you so much, you beautiful man. My sweet angel baby. I'm only trying to stand my ground because you did, too. You were absolutely fucking terrified but you went down with a fight and I need to be like that too, I want to be like that. I know I can be better than this, I usually am, and I don't understand why I'm struggling so much. It's pissing me off and I just want to crumple myself up, throw me away and get a new Eri because this one is fucking everything up and I hate her. The only things I like about Eri are her hair, her eyes, her creativity, her taste in music, and her friends. Everything else needs to be replaced.

People have told me this isn't my fault, but it IS. How can it not be, when it's my job, my degree, my choices whether to eat or sleep or not, me choosing whether or not to get stressed, me choosing to not study or to sit staring into space picking at my skin because everything is just so much that it scares me into not doing anything??? It's all on me, it's my fault, my responsibility, you know? I'm just not enough, Eddie, I'm not. And I need to be. I'm not even enough for you and that hurts so much because you're the best of the best. There's no one better than you.

I gotta go some chores, honey. I love you, so so so so much. I want to hold onto you and never let you go, not for a second. Will you please stay? I'm sorry I haven't given you a reason to, but please?🥺

All my love,

Erika.💗

P.S. I'm still wearing your necklace! I feel very much your girl today🥺🫂

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Dearest Uncle Wayne,

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry. I'm sorry. God, I just wanna crawl into your lap and burrow myself into your flannel and cry. But I'd never ask to do that. Truth be told, I'm almost afraid to look at you because I'm worried you're angry and/or disappointed in me. I mean, I am so why wouldn't you be? You're amongst the very best of us, you and your boy.

And I... I feel like I'm amongst the worst, at least when it comes to all the Eris I've ever been. I've been here before, Uncle Wayne, and I barely survived it and I'm so scared it's happening again now, even though everything was going great. I had such a good handle on things but then uni increased the workload and then work suddenly got really intense and I couldn't breathe aaaaand it's a few months later and I still can't breathe and I'm scared to go under, Uncle Wayne. The dark scares me, you know it does, and I'm worried it'll be dark if things carry on. I won't do this, to clarify before you panic and grab the phone to call me, but I'm almost tempted to let everything go to shit just to see what would happen!!! But I'm holding onto your flannel, fighting like hell to make sure it doesn't happen even when I want it to. Because I don't actually want it, you know? It's just a thought and I feel like this particular negative thought is more reflective of my fears; not something I actually want.

But. I say this with affection, but I am a stubborn, black-hearted bitch who will eventually wake up, sick of her own shit, and smash through all the uni work I need to do, finish the assignment I'm afraid of and stop staring into space for hours on end, all because I'm overwhelmed with how much there is to do. I need to be more than this and I don't understand why I'm not, I don't understand why this is so hard. I mean, I know it is hard, working almost full-time and studying at the same time, but christ alive, Uncle Wayne, I'm crumbling under the pressure and I don't have a big enough broom to sweep me up and pat me into a neat little pile so you can pour coffee on it until it becomes me again.🥺

I'm really really lost, Uncle Wayne, and I need you to sit me down and lecture me until I cry (you won't have to try hard, just glare at me, raise your voice a little, and job's a good'un!🙃), and then hug me 'til I'm giggling. I think I could face all this properly if I had you here. I have a week to correct this whole academic mess but I'm not sure I can, not without continuing to sacrifice sleep, meals, and my time with you and Eddie. I don't remember your voice, I don't remember what arm you always outstretch first to hug me, I don't remember anything except your ghosts and I miss you both so much.

I'm sorry I'm not your Eri right now, Uncle Wayne. She's gone and I don't know where she is and I'm really scared.💔I need her and I need you and I need Eddie and I need... I don't know what I need but maybe you do. I can see you scratching your head right now.

But anyway. I love you lot and lots and I miss you and I wanna come over but I'm scared to in case you yell at me or tell me you don't love me anymore or this is all my fault or whatever else; it'd be deserved because it's all true. It is my fault! I let this happen and I need to fix it.

With all my love,

Eri.

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

MY FACE IS REFLECTING SO MUCH HEAT RIGHT NOW HOLY SHIIIIIIIT YOU HAVE DESTROYED ME AND I AM THANKING YOU SOOOOOO SO SO SO HARD FOR IT

I just…. Okay, so first of all, your AI must take you SO MUCH time and effort. You put so much care, attention to detail, thoughtfulness, hard work, generosity and kindness into everything you write, make, create, do and are, and I admire you so much for the fact that you can MAKE voice clips like this??? I mean, first of all, HOW?? But also don’t tell me, I like to think you just went up to Eddie the Beloved and asked him to say something you could record because this is PHENOMENAL

Second of all, when he said my name, I nearly SCREAMED. I don’t knowww what I expected, but I didn’t expect THAT. You have me smiling, blushing, gushing, curling my toes, and honestly feeling pretty damn motivated??? I’m wearing one of my Ozzy shirts, Eddie’s necklace, Uncle Wayne’s flannel, I got D’Art right next to me as well, I got coffee, and this massive fucking to do list which I…. Truly truly in a very realistic sense do not see me completing on time unless I pull at least two all nighters in the next… 15 days, but you know what? For you, Eddie, Uncle Wayne, the people who sent in really sweet messages just now and also for this voice clip and I suppose, a little bit for myself because I DO want this but I just gotta trust the process, I won’t give up. I’ll keep going because Munsons don’t quit and this made me feel so much like I’m a part of their family, of this family, even in a tiny way.

Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you. For everything. For this, for being so sweet and considerate, for working so hard to give us these gorgeous AI clips which are…. Honestly, you have so much time and patience to be able to make these and I hope they take off more than the TikTok ones do. I hate TikTok, never used it in my life, but your AI clips are where it’s at and I’m bowing down to you in gratitude and awe. Thank you.

I will listen to this again and again and AGAIN and I will keep coming back to it. Thank you for being so generous with your time and hard work. If I can do anything for you, anything at all, then please please don’t hesitate to ask! I’m sending you all my love and so many hugs!🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

This is for Eri. If you're not Eri keep scrolling reblog for good karma

@ghosttownwherenoonegoes ❤❤❤ I would have liked to send this privately but hosting audio here is the best way I've found to ensure you'd get to listen to it.

Idk why he laughed in the middle but it was perfectly placed and took me out.