Eddie’s missing. Steve can’t form a coherent thought beyond: Eddie’s missing, find him. The last few hours, it’s been his every thought, his every action.
There’s never a smooth visit to Hawkins. Eddie’s reputation has only gotten worse in the years since they moved to Chicago. Every time they come back, something goes wrong. But Eddie wanted to spend Wayne’s birthday with him, which also happens to be his mom’s birthday. That’s why he put on Wayne’s Muddy Waters record after a few drinks too many, mumbling, “Doesn’t sound the same.”
One second, Eddie was drunkenly rocking to the music, then he went outside for a smoke and didn’t come back.
Wayne shouldn’t be out in the cold weather, but nothing could stop him from getting in his pickup to look for Eddie.
Steve’s mind jumps to nightmare conclusions. Eddie still has enemies, maybe they’re finally taking their revenge. Or what if they hadn’t destroyed the gate afterall and something worse took Eddie? Steve’s mind skipped every small explanation, but that detail about Eddie’s mom comes back.
He’s searching backroads and the thought leads him down Philadelphia street. No one goes there anymore, convinced there’s more ‘Munson victims’ buried where Eddie’s childhood home once stood.
Steve sags with relief when he shines the headlights and sees Eddie among the piles of old burned wood.
“Eddie!” Steve’s already jumping out the car, hurrying to him, “Oh God, there you are. What are you doing out here, baby? You okay?”
Eddie doesn’t seem to realize Steve’s there, frantically digging through the rubble. Looking for something.
“Eddie?” Steve reaches him, crouching down next to him, “Hey, what’s going on? Are you hurt?”
Without looking up, Eddie mumbles something like, “Can’t find ‘em.”
“Can’t find what?” Steve asks, keeping his tone soft despite how worried and confused he is. Eddie doesn’t answer. There’s random cuts and splinters on his hands, covered in dirt and soot but he doesn’t slow down. Steve winces at the sight and reaches for his shoulder, rubbing gently to get his attention.
“Eddie, look at me, hey. What is it? You can’t find what?”
Finally, Eddie turns to look at him. Though, his stare is a thousand miles away, eyes wide and bloodshot. The headlights show tear tracks through the soot dirtying his face. It’s like he’s in a trance, still mumbling things Steve can’t quite make out. He can smell the beer on Eddie, but he knows this isn’t just from drinking. Eddie gets stuck in his head sometimes, like in the boathouse all those years ago. Reliving nightmares from '86, and things that happened to him long before that too.
“Her records,” Eddie stresses, “My mom’s records. I left them right here.”
Steve looks down where he points to nothing but charred, rotting wood. There hasn’t been a house here in years. Steve remembers the fire, everyone said Eddie did it just because he was a ‘no good Munson’. Steve didn’t learn the real story until later. Eddie told him about the records, how they burned in 84 when all his dad’s scheming backfired.
“Eddie…”
“They were right here!” Eddie interrupts, almost like part of him knows what Steve’s going to say and he doesn’t want to hear it. “I left them right here and now I can’t find them.”
With a half-choked sob, he turns back to scouring through the rubble.
“Hey, It’s okay.”
“No it’s not. I gotta find them, Steve, they’re all I have of her,” Eddie strangles out, flinching when Steve’s hand slides behind his shoulders.
Steve swallows down the emotion swelling in his chest. Feeling powerless to really do anything, he says, “Okay, we’ll— we’ll find them. It’s okay.”
That’s the only thing that seems to ease Eddie. Though, the way he slumps seems like he knows it’s not true, but lets himself believe it anyway. Just for the comfort.
He’s breathing raggedly, shivering in the cold and every sob rattles his body under Steve’s hand. Finally, he lets himself sink fully into Steve, his cold wet nose pressed to Steve’s collarbone.
“S’all I got. Momma’s music,” he keeps repeating as Steve rubs his back, so drunk and so sad, “Gotta get ‘em back. S’all I got left of her.”
“I know, baby, we’ll find them.” Steve presses kisses into Eddie’s forehead, holding him and rubbing his back. It’s not the truth, Eddie knows that, but he doesn’t need the truth right now. So Steve says it again and again, as long as Eddie needs to hear it. “We’ll find them.”
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Yo, I don't know if you know this but your work is being posted on Pinterest
I sort of knew but never really cared about it until now-?
-lots of angry feed up whining below... and a bit of a breakdown-
Just a few hours ago I saw the comments on some of them and holy shit tiktok children are some of the most braindead individuals i have ever seen
I'm fine with reposts, and if I wasn't, I know I wouldn't be able to stop them
What's pissing me off rn is that my stuff is getting attention from *that* crowd, the booger eating snot nosed mocosos de mierda who are so privileged their main problems are "what's skrimblo skromblo doing now? omg is it problematic??? omg theyre like so evil 💀💀"
I- they're still fucking going with the Crowriel thing- How cool, how fun, totally not making me want to disappear again bc of all the trauma from that particular mess, nope, not at all
And the angel crowley x demon crowley thing- i swear to fucking god i- they're so dumb- they're so stupid- how is it incest you- they're the same person🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉🙉
I even saw some little shit saying "omg i used to like that artist until i found out they draw nsfw" ... WHAT IS HAPPENIGNJDNGKDBG??????¿?¿¿????¿
I swear I'm going insane, I wish I could take my shit away from those people, they're so-??????
Like I'm legit about to enter another joker era, I can't believe this is what fandom spaces are now, what is wrong with people
Sorry I'm using this as a vent post or whatever but honestly I'm tired of being subservient when it comes to these fucking people, at one point a bitch has gotta explode
"Why do you care so much about what ppl say abt you online"
Because I have Seen what happens when you shut up about it. You either address it indirectly or become tiktoklovr103892's punching bag, there's no in between. Each second of silence is an admission of guilt for these motherfuckers
And I know that at the end of the day it doesn't matter but bro just allow me to be emotional over having an online space where I can have fun and take a break from life, be riddled with people who I've seen talking like they're praying for my downfall
Seriously what the fuck
What. the fuck.
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Now if you'll excuse me
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Dannymay Day 30: Post-reveal
It’s been a day since Danny revealed his secret identity to mostly everyone he knows and Wes so far hasn’t gotten a single “You were right!” He wasn’t even the one to cause the reveal. Were the last few months of trying to get people to believe him pointless? Sure feels that way. Now all that proof is useless. It’s fine though, cause Valerie’s there to roll her eyes and half-heartedly comfort him.
Also have a Danny telling Maddie about the wonders of the Ghost Zone. In alphabetical order. This is going to take all day.
Also also, sorry I disappeared for like two-three weeks. I think I’ll pick a few prompts from previous days and try to get them out before the end of May.
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PLEASE READ!!!
at a recent dentist visit i was found to have a few urgent issues that will soon start seriously affecting my health if left untreated. in ways, my health is already being affected by them and i would really really like to stop it from progressing
unfortunately the total for the treatment i need is a completely unmanageable number, $5k, that my insurance will not cover — and that’s WITH the office’s discount plan and an itemized bill.
im really not fond of asking for help like this but i really cannot even fathom how to come up with this type of money. im already backed up with work and severely burnt out. of course i will continue working but i cannot take new comms right now
if you’d like to help at all, you can send donations. please don’t feel obligated though and if you can’t send anything i would just be happy if you reblogged this 😭🤍 sorry for e-begging but i really have nowhere else to turn for this
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