being friends with an entity that has command over the world of sleep can be a problem when you want to pull your third all nighter in as many days...

SOBBING THIS IS SO CUTE

Wayne Munson has always doubted that he’s done right by his nephew. Sure, the situation is better than Eddie living with his deadbeat dad, but the kid sells drugs and spent an extra two years in high school.

It’s not until you come into the picture that Wayne sees the values he instilled in Eddie.

Like when Eddie brings you to meet Wayne for the first time, holding the door open for you and taking your jacket. You hand a package of Oreos to Wayne, telling him, “Eddie said these are your favorite, so I had to get them.” The three of you sit in the living room, sharing the cookies and swapping stories.

On his birthday, when he comes home to you and Eddie in the little kitchen, putting candles in a homemade cake. “Happy birthday!” you call out in unison, and Wayne can’t help but smile. Eddie lights the candles and you tell Wayne to make a wish. “Besides me moving out,” Eddie teases as Wayne blows out the candles. “You made this?” he asks the two of you. “I baked it, and Eddie put the frosting on,” you say. Wayne hasn’t had a homemade cake in years.

Or when Eddie walks through the door, eyes red and puffy, explaining to his uncle, “We had a fight, but I did that breathing thing you told me about and calmed down. I think we’ll work it out.” He’s referring to the time he was 14, frustrated with a riff he just couldn’t get, and punched a wall so hard he broke his hand. On the way back from the hospital, Wayne told him, “When you feel that angry, you gotta breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth. Slow and steady. Can’t afford another hospital bill, kid.” He didn’t realize Eddie remembered it after all this time.

The time he gets home from work a little earlier than usual, only to overhear you telling Eddie softly, “’M sorry, Eds. I’m not really in the mood.” Without any hesitation, Eddie says, “Don’t apologize. We can cuddle though, right?” There’s no pressure, no whining or begging. Only Eddie respecting the girl he loves.

The day you and Eddie finally get your own place, boxes loaded into a moving van. Before you leave, you give a neatly wrapped gift to Wayne. “Shouldn’t I be getting you a housewarming present?” he jokes, opening it carefully. It’s a photo of the three of you at last year’s Fourth of July carnival, fireworks in the background. The wooden frame reads Family is Forever. “So you don’t miss us too much,” Eddie teases him. He pulls you both in for a quick hug. The photo sits on his bedside table, where he sees it first thing every morning.

On Eddie’s birthday, Wayne gives him a card with a check inside; not a lot, but a little something. “What’re you gonna spend it on?” he asks, thinking his nephew will cash it and buy something for his van or his precious guitar. But Eddie gives him a shy grin and tells him, “Actually, I’m saving up for an engagement ring. Just wanna get her the best, y’know?”

When you pull Wayne onto the dance floor, feeling beautiful in your white dress, the new Mrs. Munson. Wayne isn’t much of a dancer, but he’s two drinks in and just so damn happy, and he can’t help but shuffle about when the band sings “Twist and Shout.” He also dances with you to a slow song, which is where you whisper to him, “thank you for raising such an incredible man.”

Or during a Sunday dinner, when you and Eddie invite Wayne over and ask him if he prefers to be called “Grandpa” or “Pop-Pop.” Later, he privately asks Eddie if he’s nervous about being a dad, to which he truthfully replies, “A little. But I learned from the best.”

And when Wayne sees Eddie hold his newborn son, he swells with pride. My boy has a boy of his own, he muses incredulously, and then it’s his turn to hold the baby. “So, what do you think?” Eddie asks him, beaming. Wayne pauses for a moment before he answers.

“I think we did all right.”

s5 pls

Dream of a Thousand Cats

eddie munson is totally the type of guy who would be so shocked at the idea of anyone wanting to date him- let alone the prettiest girl he's ever seen. if you ever asked him out on a date he'd be totally gobsmacked, maybe even make a joke along the lines of 'i think you got the wrong person, sweetheart, harrington is over there.' since the upside down (that he survived because i said so <3), eddie's thankful that he's found new friends in steve and robin, but he didn't realize the insecurities that would come with being friends with someone like steve. and he never faults steve for it, he knows it's not his fault, but you're so pretty, and you knew steve first. you became friends with him and robin after enough weekend trips to family video with your bestie. you're so pretty that he thinks there's no way you'd be interested in him over steve. he really can't believe it. he thinks it's almost too good to be true when you shake your head and say, 'no, i don't have the wrong person! i'd really like to get to know you more, if that's something you would like?' your smile going from confident and blinding to a bit sheepish, but just as sweet. he agrees, and soon enough he's bursting through the door of the trailer, asking wayne if he could borrow his nicest shirt and a tie.

thought inspired by @eddieandbird’s most recent eddie letter post!!!!

the sandman: season of mists (1992)

This tweet is Eddie Munson personified

no eddie really is a boob guy. like he loves ur tits so much. he says they’re his best friends and he talks to them all the time and you’ve learned to just ignore him as he has “girl talk with his girls” (as he refers).

the first time he saw your tits, you were straddling him on your couch and he went blank for a moment as his fingers dug into your hips before smoothing up your sides to grasp at your chest, squeezing the warm flesh and brushing his thumbs over your nipples. “oh…oh yeah…we’re gonna be really good friends.” at the time, you didn’t know he was actually talking to your tits and not you.

when he’s had a long day he drapes himself over you and mumbles into your shirt covered chest, “can i talk to the girls? i miss them.” and when u nod and he wiggles his way under your shirt, you nearly roll your eyes at his dramatic sigh. “hi babies, did you miss me? i missed you. you look great today, i’m loving this color on you.”

you smile to yourself as you listen to him go back and forth with himself. “what’s that? god, i know, you must hate being in this restricting cage, one moment i’ll talk to her.”

his head pops up from under your shirt and your eyebrows raise in indication that you’re listening. “they want out the bra babe. said they’re feeling claustrophobic in there.” “did they?” “mhm.” “mm, well tell them i apologize, they can come out.”

he winks and then he’s gone again. “good news girls, you’re free!”

eddie’s gotta tie his hair back everytime you ride his face because one time you accidentally kneeled on his hair and eddie swears it didn’t hurt (it hurt like a bitch) but u refuse to do it unless his hair is tied back or at least pushed out of the way

bonus thot: sometimes when u and eddie are just laying in bed, eddie will make a scene of dramatically rolling over and tying his hair back, glancing at you as you eye him suspiciously over the top of the book you’re reading. when he’s done you just stare at each other until he raises his eyebrows, “..well? are you gonna come over here or what? i didn’t tie these luscious locks back for nothing.”

Eddie eats you out for his pleasure. He doesn’t care how long your clit has been suckled into his mouth or how sensitive you are. He is going to keep eating your pretty pussy until he is satisfied.

And just like the good little slut you are; you’re going to take every bit of what he has to give you with little complaints.

commission for @/dianmz (2/2)

FUCK IT, LET'S GO TO IKEA!

@academicbrainrot your vision of dream with the blahaj ikea shark has captivated me. hope you enjoy... uh... this

from turning season within

mike wheeler (derogatory) …no jk i actually rlly like him still but i dont like Many of the choices he made in the last two seasons

I can’t stop thinking that Eddie would be the type that if he finished in your mouth he’d love it when you open your mouth and stick out your tongue a little so he can see his cum pooled in there before you swallow it down with a grin