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morganski-19 · 15 days

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The One With Mother’s Day

Eddie trips out of his room, rubbing at his eyes, to answer the door. Someone choosing nine in the morning on a Sunday to knock very loudly on their front door.

“Yeah,” he says blearily as the door swings open.

“Eddie, it’s so nice to see you again.” Karen Wheeler says from the other side of the door. “I remember Nancy saying that you moved in with her about a year ago.”

Eddie tries to blink the tired away. “Mrs. Wheeler, hello. Sorry, I didn’t know you were coming to visit.” He steps out of the way so she can enter the apartment.

She walks in and stands awkwardly in the walkway between the kitchen and the living room. “Well, I didn’t know I was coming here until this morning. Is Nancy home?”

“You drove all the way from Indiana to here, that’s quite the trip. And yeah, she’s probably up, hold on a second.”

“Well, it’s been forever since I visited Nancy, and I thought since it’s Mother’s Day, I might spend the day with my daughter. My other kids are either too busy with school or too far to drive so suddenly.”

“Yeah, uh huh,” Eddie mutters as he knocks on Nancy’s door. “Hey, Nance, you up?”

“Yeah, what’s up?”

Eddie looks back at Karen with a polite smile. “Could I come in for a second?”

“Sure,” Nancy responds suspiciously.

Eddie quickly opens and shuts the door behind him. “Your mother’s here.”

Nancy sits straighter in the chair by her window. Shutting her book and placing it on the small table beside her. “What. She didn’t tell me she was coming.”

“She apparently didn’t even know she was coming until this morning. It’s at least a five-hour drive from home.”

“She got up at four in the morning just to come visit me. Why?”

Eddie shrugs. “Something about Mother’s Day and her other kids being too busy or something. I don’t know. She looked, ok? Like every other time I’ve seen her. But like, with that crazed fluster she would get when Mike’s friends were over, and your dad refused to get off of that lazy boy he had.”

Nancy rolls her eyes. “This could go one of two ways, and I’m not sure either of them will be good.”

She gets up and heads to the living room. Where her mother still stands, hands rubbing together anxiously. “Nancy, I’m sorry to show up out of the blue, I didn’t want to wake you up in the middle of the night with a phone call.”

“That’s ok,” Nancy says with a partially fake smile, giving her mom a hug. “Eddie said you just drove here this morning, you must have left pretty early.”

Karen shrugs. “Yeah, well, you leave early enough, you miss all of the traffic. And the highways are so nice to drive on when no ones around. But, anyway, how are you doing, it’s been a while since we talked.”

“Pretty good. Just working a lot, trying to be able to write something other than stupid tabloids and junk articles. But mom-.”

Eddie groans in the kitchen, opening the empty coffee container. “I’m going to rob Steve and Robin’s for coffee.”

“Ok,” Nancy replies as he shuts the door.

“Steve and Robin still live across the hall,” Karen smiles. “That’s so nice. Do Jonathan and his college friend still live across the street?”

“Argyle,” she reminds. “And yes, they do. Mom-.”

Karen claps her hands. “Oh, I am starving. Why don’t we go out to breakfast? You know, catch up, my treat.”

“It’s Mother’s Day, shouldn’t it be my treat?” Nancy eyes her mother skeptically. Wondering why she really showed up out of nowhere. Got up in the middle of the night just to have a surprise visit.

“Just spending the day with me would be a treat. Go on, get ready, I’ll just wait out here.”

Nancy nods and returns to her room.

When Eddie uses his spare key to go into Steve and Robin’s apartment, he expects them both to be asleep. Robin never gets up before noon if she doesn’t have to, and Steve always has the weekends off, so he should be relaxing. Instead, Steve’s sitting in the kitchen, phone pressed to his ear and fingers pinching his nose, pushing his glasses up to his forehead. He barely notices when Eddie enters the apartment.

“No mom, I haven’t seen her since college.” Steve sounds utterly exhausted. “Because we never really talked then either other than that time you came to visit me. Maybe because I’m happy being single. It’s a perfectly respectable job, and I love it. I didn’t want to work with dad.” He sighs as his mom drones on about something. “I didn’t call for this, I called to wish you a happy Mother’s Day. You know, it’s late where you are so how about I let you go. Love you.”

Steve hangs up the phone, placing it face down on the table and letting his head fall into his hands. He stays like that, frozen.

“That didn’t sound fun,” Eddie breaks the silence. Spooning a serving of coffee into a plastic bag.

Steve huffs out a laugh, fixing the glasses on his face and sitting back on the chair. Crossing his arms and shaking his head, avoiding eye contact. “Oh you know, just normal chats with my mother. She can’t go one conversation without trying to set me up with some rich family’s daughter she knows.”

Eddie winces. “Never a nice rich boy in that mix.”

The glare Steve gives Eddie is tired and chilling. “What do you think?”

“I’m sorry.” Eddie sits across from Steve. “Sounds like it sucks.”

“Yeah, it does.” Steve sighs, looking at his phone. “I love my parents, I really do. But sometimes it’s hard to. Especially when they keep trying to set me up with people I don’t even know or get me to change careers. I just wished they respected me more than they did.”

“They should, you have a job you love and so what if you’re single. That’s a pretty great deal if you ask me.”

Eddie’s phone dings.

Nancy: Me and my mom are going out for breakfast

Eddie: Cool, have fun

Nancy: I will try

“If it makes you feel any better, Nancy’s mom showed up unannounced and now they’re going out to breakfast.”

Steve’s eyes widen. “Like she drove here this morning?” Eddie nods in confirmation. “That’s not good.”

“Yeah, I know. Still don’t know why she’s here.” Eddie’s stomach rumbles. “God, I’m starving.”

“I haven’t eaten yet, you want to go get something? Unless you have somewhere else to be.”

Eddie smiles. “I do not. Let me get changed, I’ll meet you in five.”

Nancy thanks their waiter when he brings them their food. Silently piercing the yolk of her egg and watching it run over to her hashbrowns. Karen talking for the both of them.

“Have you talked to your brother recently? Him and Will are settling in well over in New York, their place looks nice. Small, but nice. I’ll have to take a trip out there some time to visit them.”

She just nods along to her mother’s ramblings. Watching as she pauses to take a bite and just continues. Always dodging around the subject of why she’s here whenever Nancy tries to ask.

“It’s so nice that they’re still together after all these years. Not that being alone is anything bad. I miss the single life. Well, I never really had that much of a single life. I met your father in high school and that was that. Part of me wishes I had a few years to explore, like you did. Get to live life before having a family.”

“Yeah,” Nancy interrupts. Coldly. “Why are you here mom?”

Karen looks taken aback. “Is it wrong to visit my daughter?”

“No, it’s not. But you’ve never just drove here on a whim. There was always at least a phone call, booking a hotel stay. Not waking up at four in the morning one night and deciding to drive five hours to come visit me.” Nancy softens her face. “This isn’t like you, what’s going on?”

Karens mouth twitches as she places down her silverware. Fiddling with her napkin. “You know how it was you father’s and my anniversary last week.”

Nancy nods, listening.

“Well, he forgot, again, and I didn’t want to make the plans again this year. I wanted him to surprise me like he did when we were young. With none of the kids in the house anymore, it gets kinda lonely me and him. When I asked that morning, he scrambled to make plans but couldn’t get a reservation anywhere until last night. Where we basically had a silent meal, paid, and left. No surprises, no anything.”

“I’m sorry, mom. I know how dad can be with the romantic stuff.”

Karen sighs. “Any stuff. If it wasn’t me doing everything, nothing would get done. We haven’t even slept in the same bed since Mike went off to college, and that was years ago. I thought maybe we could try and rebuild what we had. Guess I was wrong.”

Nancy frowns. “I didn’t know that.”

“How could you? You never really came home once you graduated, on to bigger and better things. Not that I blame you, I am so proud of you and the life you’ve built here. I just, didn’t want to bore you with the problems in my life. In my marriage.”

“You could have. I would have listened.”

“I appreciate that.” Karens pauses, closing her eyes. “I’ve decided to leave your dad, Nancy. That’s why I came out to visit you.”

Nancy can’t say she’s surprised. “I’m sorry, mom.”

“Don’t be. I haven’t been happy in years, we all knew it was coming. I just don’t know what I’m going to do now.”

“Whatever you want,” Nancy smiles. “You get to do whatever you want. Go back to school, get a shitty part time job. Get back out there and find a man you deserve. Find new friends, anything. You get to build a new life.”

Karen smiles, tears shining her eyes. “Well, that’s all true, I guess. Thank you for not judging me for this.”

“I never would.” Nancy goes back to her breakfast. “So, what else would you like to do while you’re in town. I have tomorrow off too.”

“I don’t know. But I am excited to find out.”

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withacapitalp · 1 year

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cwstau · 1 month

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Robin picked at a thread on her jeans, shaking her head. “Like, we’ve been feeling emotions all our life, Eddie. And it fuckin’ sucks sometimes, but we’ve been doin’ it since we were breathing. Steve–he stopped feeling anything but anger and hate and bitterness at thirteen. Imagine having eight years of emotions come crashing in all at once. Like, it has to be terrifying.

One time I hugged him and he started crying, then started screaming. I really thought he was going to lose his mind–it freaked me out. That happened a lot, the strong emotion, then a meltdown.” Robin shook her head, “I asked him what happened and he said he was just feeling too much. Like, just crying was enough to shatter him.”

“You know, you could have just ditched him. You didn’t owe him shit.” Eddie regretted the words the minute they left his mouth, wincing at how they sounded.

Freeze used her closest hand to pinch him, giving him a look, ignoring the hiss and ‘ow’. “Gonna ignore you said that, cause I know you didn’t mean it. And I don’t owe him. But it’s who I am. I don’t ditch."

Amazing commissioned art from @trashpocket depicting the flashback Brain Freeze/Robin is talking about in Chapter 5 of Conventional Weapons . Getting to add visuals to this story has been such a joy and I'm so lucky I've been able to work with such amazing artists.

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thefreakymunson · 2 years

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Anywhere But Here, Chapter 7

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It was still too early to tell anything, but the slight possibility that you were pregnant was enough to scare the living shit out of you. You had let every single wall you had built so high up completely crumble whenever it came to Eddie. You let him in in every single way you swore not to. You weren’t ready for a child, you weren’t ready to become a mother in any sense of the word.

“Y/N?” Sam, your best friends voice, came from behind you as she walked into your RV.

You were thankful the record label made well on offering you a separate bus. It was smaller than the tour bus but you didn’t need a lot of space seeing as it was on you and Sam at this moment.

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to talk about this or just sit there with that look on your face?”

“She’s still on the bus with him,” you said, picking at the thread on the couch, “She was supposed to leave last night and I seen her get on the bus with him.”

“Y/N,” Sam sighed, “Please...please don’t fucking let this get to you. Eddie is an asshole and we’ve discovered it early enough for you to not get to hurt over it, yeah?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat and nodded, whispering a meek, “Yeah.”

Sam sighed softly and sat beside of you as you looked up at her, tears brimmed with unshed tears that threatened to fall. You bowed your head to hide the shame and whispered, “Except he’s not an asshole. The guy I knew wasn’t an asshole, at least. It’s like – FUCK!” you scoffed, anger running through your veins, “Why him? Ya know? I’ve been on tours with guys most girls would drop to their fucking knees for in a heartbeat.”

“Does he know?” Sam asked, watching as you stood up and paced back and forth in the small cramped area, “That you think your…”

“No,” you shook your head, “And I don’t think it. I fear it. I am not ready for a baby and neither is that manipulative motherfucker. I feel sorry for the kid that does exist.” A scoff left your lips and you immediately felt bad for saying that. You didn’t know what Eddie was like as a father. You didn’t know anything about him apparently.

You heard the air breaks let out and you looked out the window to see you were stopping at a shopping center. Another day off and you were thankful for it. You and Sam could get out and have fun, let your mind get off the topics of what might be brewing.

You were going to have fun, dammit.

Your RV parked next to the tour bus and you and Sam walked off, arms linked, to the nearest restaurant which unfortunately was a KFC, but beggars couldn’t be choosy and you were starving. You were in line, laughing and picking with Sam, when the door opened and the guys walked in, sans Stacy which was a shock seeing as she hadn’t left his side since arriving at the hotel.

You had to manage the stuff that went down on the tour. You didn’t have to be friends with them – with him especially.

They all had plenty of times to tell you that he was taken and yet, they sided with their friend. Understandable but not moral.

So you turned your back to them when you realized Eddie was the first to file into the line, putting him right behind you until Sam snatched you forward and stood in between the two of you, giving Eddie one hateful stare, before the two of you returned to your conversation.

You watched out the corner of your eye as he shoved something white in your pocket book that was hanging off your shoulder. It looked like wadded up paper and he did it so nonchalantly that you almost missed it.

“For later,” he said, eyes locking on yours for a split second. You could faintly see his lip was still busted from the previous night and felt a pang of guilt in the pit of your stomach. You weren’t a violent person – hell, you’d never even been in a fight, and yet you backhanded him like he was some irrelevant man who meant nothing to you. You were no better than he was.

You nodded slightly and then turned to step up to the counter to place your order.

You and Sam were sitting outside at the tables to the left of the restaurant when you seen Stacy stumbling off of the tour bus. Her hair was messy, her clothes halfway put on, and you were sure that she had just rolled out of bed.

“Is that her?” Sam laughed a little too loud as you followed her gaze.

“Yeah,” you snorted, “Neat looking thing, isn’t she?”

“You got the thing part right,” Sam snorted, “He can sure pick a trashy girl, can’t he?”

“Yeah, well, that’s the look, right?”

“Yeah, for Pam Anderson. Not Stacy.” Sam laughed, “Jesus…fuck a pregnancy test, you might need to get tested for other things-”

“SAM!” You whined, playfully punching her arm, “I don’t even want to think about it.”

“I’m just saying,” Sam held her hands up defensively, “You’re the one that slept with him.”

Your eyes cut to her and she nodded, “Yeah. That was a low blow. I’m sorry.”

“I slept with him before I knew he had that thing before me.” You sighed softly, “Sam...do me a favor?”

“Sure.”

“Never let me get that hard up for a man,” you said, watching as Stacy fixed her smeared lipstick in a cars side mirror and fluffed her hair up, “She’s going into a goddamned KFC and is trying to look like a beauty queen.”

Stacy walked into the restaurant and was back outside in a few seconds, Eddie escorting her out by her arm. You and Sam shared a quick glance and then both looked back at them.

“I told you to stay on the bus, Stacy.” Eddie shook his head, “You’re too fucked up to be in public like this.”

“Eddie, I’m just getting something to eat.” She frowned.

“No, you’re not. I said we’d bring you something back.” Eddie pointed to the bus and shook his head, “Go back to bed.”

You could tell by his body language he wasn’t exactly enjoying her company. When she threw her arms around his neck and leaned into him, causing him to stumble back a few steps, that’s when you realized what was happening. He held his hands up and tried to shimmy her off of him, but in her inebriated state, there was no denying that she was missing the cues. She was saying something into his ear as he tried to get her to stand straight back up.

People walking in and out of the restaurant were looking at them suspiciously and you knew if there were any cops called, you’d be the one answering to the record company. Against your better judgment, and Sam’s hand holding you back, you stood up and walked over to them with your hands in your pockets.

“What’s going on?” You asked them both.

“She’s just a little bit drunk still,” Eddie sighed, “She missed her flight this morning.”

“Yeah, well, you’re going to have to do something with her.” You shrugged, “Label won’t pay for groupies to travel along with the bands.”

“Groupie?” She shot up from his chest and turned around to look at you, instantly laughing as she realized who you were, “Oh...you’re the one fucking my husband, but I’m the groupie? Yeah, okay.”

“Well, I didn’t know he was even married because he didn’t tell me a goddamned thing about you,” you shrugged, “So I mean...you weren’t included on the travel list and that means you have to go. You have to be off the bus by tonight or I’ll have you removed.”

“You can’t fucking remove me from anything,” Stacy laughed loudly, “I’d like to see you try, though.”

“I can and I will.” You looked between her and Eddie, “So try me.”

“We’ll find her a way out of here tonight,” Eddie sighed, “Don’t worry.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about someone who wasn’t worth mentioning to me in the first place, Eddie.” You shrugged your shoulders, “I guess I’m worried a little bit about you, but her?...nah.”

“You don’t have to worry about my husband,” Stacy grinned as she drunkenly walked closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I took real good care of him last night in the back lounge.”

You went to shrug her hand off but it was smacked away from you and you turned to look at Sam standing behind you defiantly.

“Stacy, that’s enough.” Eddie eyed the two of you and then tried to pull her back away from you, “Just shut the fuck up.”

“Don’t you fucking touch her,” Sam warned her, “She might not fuck you up, but I will, cunt.”

“I’m standing right here.” Stacy laughed, staggering a bit as she threw her hands in the arm, “Come get me, slut.”

“Fuck you,” Sam spat at her.

“Sam, let’s go. They’re not worth it.” You tried to pull her away from the two of them but moving Sam when she was determined was no easy feat.

“Stacy, enough.” Eddie said sternly, “You’re just fucking lying anyway.”

“You shut the fuck up,” Stacy whirled around to glare at Eddie. You watched as she shoved him backwards roughly. His cheeks seemed to flush red. Embarrassment. He was embarrassed of her. That was certain and for good reason, too. She was making a scene.

“Just get on the bus and go back to bed,” Eddie sighed.

“Fuck you, Eddie. You know this is all your fault anyway. If I had never met you, I’d have been better off. You’re fucking trash, Eddie Munson, trailer fucking trash and that’s all you’ll ever be.” Stacy glared at him as she hit his chest, “You fucked up your own life and you’re trying to take me down with you. What? You think just cause you got out of the trailer park that everything’s going to change? Maddie hates you. Your daughter fucking hates your guts. The kid that neither of us wanted, remember her? She’s two and she hates you, too. Wayne, Dustin, all of them...they fucking hate you. They told me they were glad you left, that you’re just a talentless piece of shit trying to make it big in a world that will chew you up and spit you out because you’re spineless. You’re a fucking spineless, piece of shit coward. I am the only good thing that ever existed in your life and wanted a divorce from me? You wanted to fucking leave me, you stup-”

“That’s enough!” You shouted, jerking her back by her hair, ripping her off of Eddie who was doing absolutely nothing to stick up for himself.

The guys were rushing out of the restaurant and just as they got close enough to step in, Stacy turned around and slapped you so hard it nearly rattled your brain. You couldn’t remember what happened next, all you remember is there was blood and blonde extensions ripped out all over the parking lot. They tried to get you two separated but by the time you were finished with her, Stacy’s face was beat red with blood and your hand prints.

Sam finally got you away from her, along with the help of the guys, and forced you to go back down to the table you were sitting at. Your hands were shaking and you were sure you looked like a mess, but with the way she was talking to Eddie, you didn’t feel bad about it at all. Why did you stick up for him anyway?

You sat and watched as the police cars flew into the parking lot and you were sure you were getting ready to be arrested, but to your surprise, it was Stacy that ended up leaving in handcuffs.

Gareth and Jeff made their way over to you, sitting down at the table on either side of you. You weren’t sure what either of them wanted, or what they were up to, but as you cleaned the small amount of blood off of your face, you didn’t care.

“Thank you for that,” Gareth spoke first. Your face must’ve been shocked by the way he laughed slightly, “We wanted to talk to you last night but Eddie wanted to handle it himself...but Stacy...Stacy has been a thorn in our side for years now.”

“He has a restraining order against her,” Jeff nodded, “But he didn’t want to cause a scene with police at the hotel.”

“They arrested her for breaking the order,” Gareth sighed, following your gaze over to where Eddie was standing, talking to a police officer. He looked embarrassed and disheveled and you felt awful for him, but deep down...you were still angry.

“She’s a fuckin’ wacko.” Sam sighed.

“She’s not a good person, Y/N. That’s why I tried to stop her at the hotel.” Gareth sighed, “Listen...I don’t know exactly what all has gone on between you and Eddie. I don’t know why he didn’t tell you himself what was going on. I don’t know. That’s not my business, really...but he’s soft hearted...he always has been.”

“Don’t try to talk her into talking to him again,” Sam said as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared down at the two men beside of you, “She’ll do it when she’s good and ready, understood?”

“We do – we do,” Gareth nodded, “We’re not here to try and right the wrongs. I just know Eddie very well and I know he’s embarrassed by all of this.”

“It could’ve been avoided if he just told me, Gareth.” You frowned, “I would’ve...fuck, I don’t know what I would’ve done, but I would’ve expected an angry wife either way.”

Gareth nodded and looked back at Eddie who was lighting a cigarette, “He’s a good guy, Y/N. Just...maybe don’t hate him for the rest of the tour, okay? The bus feels weird without you there anyway.”

You and Sam shared a look as you watched the two of the men walk back over and comfort their friend, a silent hand on the back of Eddie’s shoulder as he bent forward with his hands on his knees. You had a lot of questions and the only one that could answer them was Eddie himself.

You were thankful that the record label got you another hotel for the night. It was rare they provided two in a row, but as luck has it, they were being accommodating. You passed the room keys out to the guys, giving Eddie once quick glance over. He wasn’t his normal chipper self at all.

“I don’t care what you guys get into, just be back here by 4 PM tomorrow. That’s when we roll out, yeah?” Your eyes roved over all of them as they nodded in silent agreement.

“I’m in room 507 if you need anything,” You said, watching as the guys walked down into the hallway, Eddie leading the pack with a small bag tossed over his shoulder.

“I’m a little worried about him,” you said as you looked up at Sam, the two of you trailing behind as you followed them to the elevators, “He’s being quiet.”

“He just got embarrassed in front of everyone,” Sam frowned, “Maybe you should try and talk to him? Since she’s gone now...maybe you can get it all out?”

“I don’t know,” you frowned, “Still a bit uneasy feeling around him.”

“You will be until you talk to him.” Sam said, watching as the elevator door shut and then turned to you, “And he’s fuckin’ hot, Y/N. I get it…but men like him don’t exist back home, ya know? He’s got some issues, sure, but...you’re not a saint, either.”

Placing your things in the room, you remembered to check your pocketbook while Sam was in the bathroom, taking a shower. You sat down on the bed searched through your pocket book until you found it. It was a folded up scrap piece of paper that had what looked like scratched out song lyrics on one side. You turned it over and seen in his scribbled handwriting words that broke your heart:

Y/N, Please get rid of her. I’ve tried for two years now and nothing works. I don’t want to involve the police and make a scene. I have a domestic abuse restraining order against her pending our divorce. I know you hate me. Please just get rid of her. I won’t ask for anything else from you. Thank you, Eds.

And with a little bit of pep talk in your shared hotel room, and the promise of not taking too long so you two could still go out for drinks, you found yourself standing at Eddie’s hotel door. You could hear the television playing in the room as you knocked softly.

“Eds, it’s me….I don’t want to argue anymore. I just want to talk, yeah?” You said through the door, resting your head against the cool door frame.

It took him a second to open the door, but when he did, you felt your heart break in your chest. He had been crying, evident by his puffy red eyes and red nose. He opened the door wide enough to let you step inside and the closed it behind you.

“You need something?” He asked softly.

“I want to talk,” you said softly, “Are you okay to talk?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I guess so. I’m-”

“Are you sober?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I haven’t done anything since last night. Promise.”

You followed him out onto the patio as he lit a cigarette and leaned over the banister, watching him from your spot on on the small chair that was situated in the corner. His hands were trembling and you weren’t sure if it was from withdrawals or the emotions of the day. You weren’t sure of anything anymore when it came to him.

“How long have you been using?” You frowned, “Have you been high this entire time?”

“No,” he shook his head adamantly, “I just wanted to let loose a little, ya know? I kicked the addiction when she got pregnant with Madison but I just wanted to have a fun night.”

“Madison is a pretty name,” you said softly as you looked over at him, watching as he took a long shaky drag, “How old is she?”

“She’s uh...she’s two.” He said and you could see him swallow the lump in his throat, “She lives with my uncle Wayne right now.”

“Wayne who raised you?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “Good ole Wayne Munson.”

“When did you get married?”

“Fresh out of high school,” he snorted, “Two junkies thinking we could make it in this fucking world. She’s the one that got me hooked on the shit in the first place. I just...i thought I could get away from it all, you know? We got signed and I thought everything would change.”

“Eddie-”

“I am a coward,” he said, wiping his nose on his shoulder, “She’s exactly right. I’m a coward and I fuckin’ run from all of my problems.”

His cigarette burned orange out on the dark patio. You watched as he took a long drag and sat down, then leaned back against the wall behind him, pulling his knees to his chest.

“I have a kid who doesn’t even know me,” He sniffed roughly, “She’s beautiful, too. God, she’s gorgeous and she’s so full of life and I...I know nothing about her. I know Wayne’s got her. He’ll raise her good, ya know? He’s a good dad...he was the best option for me too when I was younger.”

“Why didn’t you want her – Maddie? Why didn’t you want Maddie?” Your voice was soft.

“Because I was scared,” he said, shakily exhaling the smoke, “I didn’t know how to be a dad. I read something that we all end up like our fathers. And if I would have stayed with Stacy, Y/N, I’d be on death row just like he is cause I would’ve fuckin’ killed her. It’s always been like that with her. She fucks everything up for me. I didn’t want Maddie to grow up like I did. She didn’t deserve to see the shit that I did and I panicked and left her there at Wayne’s, just like my dad did to my mom and me more than once.”

“Eddie-”

“I know I’m not like him. I never hit Stacy – even when she was beating me, I never hit her back. But I’m just no better than him when it comes to being a dad.” He laughed sarcastically, “And you. I fucking hurt you.”

“You did hurt me,” you nodded, “But that’s nothing to beat yourself up over anymore. I can see why you wanted to ignore her existence...but Eds, you could’ve told me that you were separated at least. I opened up to you and told you things that I’ve never told another soul...I thought we knew each other, but it turns out that I know nothing about you at all, really. I don’t know what I can trust anymore.”

“I didn’t lie about anything else,” he said, finally getting the balls to turn and look you straight in the eye, “I just didn’t expect you to...mean so much to me, you know? Like I – I never expected to come out on tour and fall in love with you.”

“Neither of us did.”

“I thought flirting was as far as I’d get and then...we kissed and nothing had ever felt that right to me before. No one ever felt that good against me,” he snorted, “No one has ever felt like you have, Y/N.”

“I can’t say that I forgive you,” you said softly, “Not right away. I’m sorry that I freaked out and didn’t listen to you….and I’m sorry that she treated you like that. I’m not sorry that I beat her ass, though.”

He laughed softly as he leaned his head back against the wall and stared up at the night sky, “She deserved that.”

“Jeff and Gareth said you had a restraining order against her,” you said as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, “Do you really?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I do. It’s what started the separation. Maddie was just a baby and she slapped her out of my arms when I was trying to feed her. The baby wouldn’t quit crying after that and I didn’t know what to do, so I took her to the hospital. The workers there gave me the resources I needed, ya know?...took Maddie, dumped her at Wayne’s...and I fucking ran from all three of them.”

“Have you seen her since then? Maddie?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, “I visit...and I pay Wayne as much as I can...I just think their lives would be better if I wasn’t in it. Wayne’ll do right by her. I know he will. He stuck with me through thick and thin and my thin got real thin several times...but if I’m not around them, then I can’t hurt them anymore.”

You found yourself moving closer to sit on the patio next to him, hearing his sniffles come back and you knew he was on the brink of tears again. You bit back your own tears as you watched his shoulders shake with silent sobs as he leaned forward, burying his face in his lap. He was silent for a few minutes as you gently stroked his back, fingers moving over smooth bare skin in an attempt to calm him down.

“Y/N,” he said as he looked back at you, “I’m sorry. I truly am sorry. I just...I’m sorry. That’s all I can say.”

And you knew, deep down, he was. The way his face looked when he said the words resonated deeply inside of you and you reached out, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him against you as you. He tensed at first, arms stilling himself, and he realized who you were and where he was, and he melted against you.

“Can we start over?” He mumbled against your chest, “Please?”

#Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x reader #Stranger Things fanfic #Stranger thigns #Eddie Munson AU #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson #angst #Thefreakymunson

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jinhyungnim · 6 years

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Ahh I love your ryers stories!! They are so beautiful! Can you please do more? :')

Man, this ask is so soft, I had to answer back with something not angsty. And I tell you what, that was a struggle. Here’s a lengthy, Harry Potter AU for yah! And thank you! :)

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For the lack of any interesting introductions, Will Byers’ sorting into Slytherin was a shock to all. Nobody would’ve pegged him for being anything that Slytherin stands. He’s quiet, bookish, and weird. In short, he’s the embodiment of a Ravenclaw.

“Just like Professor Longbottom,” Ben says with a mouthful of pudding. “I heard he wasn’t quite fit to be in Gryffindor when he was sorted.”

“That’s bloody rude,” snaps Beverly, eyeing Ben over her Herbology book. “Just because he didn’t look it doesn’t mean he wasn’t.”

“No, no!” counters Ben defensively. “I didn’t mean it like that. I was just saying.” He only resumes eating when Beverly stops glaring at him and takes her eyes back to her book. Needless to say, Professor Longbottom is her favorite teacher.

“Anyway,” Richie grunts as he begins packing up his bag, standing up with the swig of his drink and placing his glass down firmly on the wooden dining hall table, “I’m late for class. So, Losers, adieu.” He salutes to his friends and sprints down the hall. To avoid being seen by any teachers, he takes the path by the dungeon in lieu of his usual route to his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. When he takes a sharp turn at the end of a dark hall, he’s surprised by a long, slender snake blocking his path. The snake turns its head towards him and hisses sharply. Richie instantly draws his wand and is about to cast a spell when it suddenly flies out of his hand and tumbles behind him, followed by the sounds of footsteps approaching him from the dark.

“Who’s there?!” Richie demands when he suddenly finds himself growing nervous at the anticipation of the person walking towards him rather than the snake before him. When the person comes into the light provided by the wall torch, he’s more dumbfounded than ever.

“Byers…? What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same, Tozier,” Will responds archly. “What are you doing so near the Slytherin house?”

“I’m taking a detour,” Richie admits innocently as he studies the fifth year in front of him. Will’s big, almond eyes glimmer in the steady flame of the torch, his black and green robe draping over his small frame, and yet there’s something about his air and countenance that Richie finds mysterious and quietly frightening. “And you?”

“I was told that there’s a mouse running around the dungeon.” The snake begins to retreat as he speaks, crawling slowly from the ground and up to his leg and then to his arm and wrapping itself around his shoulders, hissing softly by his ear as if confiding something to him in secrecy. “I think I just found the mouse,” he says with a small smile.

“You won’t tell anyone, won’t you?” Richie asks hurriedly, him being late to class no longer a significant subject. “The others will have my head if I take any more points from Gryffindor this month.”

“Tell them what?” Will asks with the tilt of his head. He lets out a soft chuckle as he turns around and walks back to the shadows until Richie could no longer hear his footsteps.

Richie stands still for a moment before scrambling to find his wand and quickly running after Will, his class completely forgotten. He continues to run from hall to hall, the maze of a dungeon seemingly taking him further away from anything he recognizes until he finds himself outside the castle and almost into the Forbidden Forest.

“You followed me,” says a voice, startling Richie who’s breathing heavily from the unexpected marathon. He finds Will perched on a tree branch with the snake still sitting on his shoulders. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” Richie pants in between his breath. “I wanted to talk more, I guess.”

At this, Will’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise, but he says nothing. He swings his legs to one side and pushes himself off the branch, his robe flapping in the air as he gracefully lands on the ground. He’s surprisingly agile and is generally full of surprises. He walks towards Richie and stops in front of him, again tilting his head to the side curiously.

“Not many people want to talk to me. Those who do either want something from my family and from my connections or to spite me childishly. Which category do you fall into?”

“For you, I suppose. I’m falling for you.”

Will’s eyebrows knit in utter confusion. The snake hisses at Richie, and Will’s face is composed again when he says, “I agree, Falun. I think he’s completely mental.” He starts to turn around when Richie reaches for his arm and jumping backwards when the snake moves to attack him.

“Wait! I’m serious, Byers. I’m reckless and a fucking idiot who does everything out of impulse and I wouldn’t have followed you all the way out here if I didn’t want to know you better.”

“If all it takes to get your attention is to chase after someone who wants nothing to do with you, then I suppose I can satisfy your affection because you will spend the rest of your life chasing after me and not get any attention in return. Goodbye, Tozier.” With a final look, Will turns back to the castle.

In this very short encounter, Richie realizes that there’s plenty of Slytherin qualities in Will than he ever before noticed. He’s quite resourceful and utilizes his surroundings to his utmost benefit. He’s cunning and proud, but his pride comes from his faith in his own skills (which Richie will later find to be extremely powerful) and apparently to his serpent friend (to whom he could converse with in parsletongue). But unlike his fellow Slytherins, Will isn’t one to boast or to flaunt, isn’t one to run his mouth, and isn’t one to favor the crowd over solitude. His difference makes him weird, but Richie has placed him in a light so admirable that he only grows fonder by and by. Suddenly, everything Will does is bloody brilliant, and whenever their eyes meet he always mutters “cute” to himself much to his friends’ exasperation.

True to his words, Will avoids Richie like the plague. And even truer to his words, Richie chases after Will every chance he gets. It’s an odd scenario, to say the least, watching the red and green robes of the two houses walking side-by-side outside the Quidditch match.

Will still wouldn’t speak to Richie for more than a minute, but Richie has high hopes knowing that he could at least make Will acknowledge him as they pass each other in the halls, a success he managed to achieve over many, many months.

#ryers #will byers #richie tozier #beep beep richie #harry potter au #stranger things/it #pretty lengthy huh?#could've been longer but i'm still slowly working on chapter 4 of stranger thigns #this is me taking a break lol #thank you for the sweet ask anon!

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every odd one!!!! if you want

hooh ok !!!! this is going under a cut ! thank u for letting me talk abt myself

1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?wait a minute by willow, monster by dodie, sanctuary by joji, something for your mind by superorganism, strawberry blonde by mitski, verbatim by mother mother

3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.there r no books near me lel

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?just ‘non’ [from my sister]

7: What’s your strangest talent?i dont really have one of those ! i am strange but everything i know is a skill !

9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?not that i know of ! my ex write poetry so that has me wondering.......

11: Do you have any strange phobias?no just . general fears. ok i am kinda scared something is down the drain in my bathroom

13: What’s your religion?aint got one !

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?i hoenstly dont know ! both :-p

17: What was the last lie you told?i would say it but im in the lounge and im afraid someone would read it :-x

19: What does your URL mean?i saved it when i was on the skewl bus and being crouchy but i like the aes of it

21: Who is your celebrity crush?rat nao ? very much david harbour

23: How do you vent your anger?j*** *** or minecraft :-)

25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?i dont mind either ! its nervwrackign at first but its always fun

27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?i dont like the sound of eating . luv the sound of rain

29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?yes and yes

31: Smell the air. What do you smell?cheese . like burnt cheese. is somethign burning

33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?im from aus so idk fucking. places. i dont really like coasts tho theyre too hot and theres too many ppl

35: To you, what is the meaning of life?almost makes a hitchikers joke. dont ask me this im existential

37: Do you believe in luck?yes ! for me tho i have to ask for luck before the event. like a few days before kinda thing but yes it happens

39: What time is it?12:15 pm

41: What was the last book you read?uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

43: Do you have any nicknames?yeah ! newt, harl, simon, etc etc

45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?honestly when i got my tunge pierced

47: Do you have any obsessions right now?mine craft

49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?no.

51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?ye. msot of the time

53: Do you save money or spend it?spend ! i liek things

55: Love or lust?thinks about keaten henson song huh what were you. saying

57: How many relationships have you had?barely three

59: Where were you yesterday?at. mall . getting suit

61: Are you wearing socks right now?no

63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?being my lil ol self

65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.@owencarvour @bastardpikachu @ragedrive @transboyklug and @animorphs !! :-)

67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?minecraft >.

69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?like. ? ye

71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?unless im applying for applbees i dont like answering these kind of questions cos idk how id act. idk me

73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.luv !!!

75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?0910.... y

77: How can I win your heart?send me hopper stranger thigns gifset and give me minecraft tip

79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?god idfk mans

81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?sub to jerma

83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.luv !!!!!!

85: What’s the last song you listened to?sanctuary by joji

87: What is your current desktop picture?its a folder that changes every five mins. jut images mostly picrews

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?not answerin this one lel !!

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?sorry you said radioactive i thot of the highlighter liquid from reanimator bye

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?hm. ok no yeah im not answering this one either

95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?either franch to see @owencarvour or the netherlands

97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?yes only a litl tho

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?leans in so the mic touche my lips. asscheekes sotuhcing the toliet seat.

#nonny

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morganski-19 · 4 months

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The One Where It All Started

This takes place about a year before the rest of the posts will be taking place. Just to set the stage before the real schnenanigans start.

“So I said that was a terrible idea, because there was barely any research done so it would be misleading to the readers, right,” Nancy continued her story about the piece she’s been working on at work.

“Yeah, that would make me pissed,” Robin added, following along.

Nancy nods in agreement as she takes a sip of her coffee. “Exactly. I would rather print nothing than something they made up. But of course, the boss doesn’t think so. I’m thinking of dropping the project, so my name isn’t attached to it, but then that just means I ‘didn’t have faith in the work’. No shit I don’t, it’s completely fake.”

“Fuck those guys,” Steve adds, partially listening as he’s grading his student’s assignments.

Jonathan and Argyle walk into the café, finding the group at their normal seats and joining them.

“My dudes,” Argyle bellows. “How’s it going?”

“Ugh, don’t get me started,” Nancy groans.

Jonathan winces. “Those assholes at work again?”

“Yes,” Nancy exclaims. “I need to find another job but this is the best I could get after school.”

“Could be worse,” Robin adds.

“I know, I just hate working there.”

Steve stares at the paper in front of him with a confused expression. “What do you guys think of this one?”

He turns the paper around to reveal a hand turkey covered with red drops resembling blood. What would normally be the feathers are now plucked off and surrounding the turkey leaving the pink underneath. Or at least that’s what it looks like. It could just be pink feathers and a turkey standing on a pile of leaves. But that wouldn’t explain the X’s for eyes.

“Are you seriously grading hand turkeys right now?” Robin rolls her eyes. “And you think your job is hard.”

“Try to teach a bunch of first graders basic math after they’re all hyper from recess and then get back to me. And it’s not just hand turkeys. There’s also spelling tests somewhere in here.”

Jonathan takes the paper from Steve’s hand, showing it to Argyle better with a very concerned glare. “I think you might need to talk to this kid.”

“He drew a murdered turkey, dude. Kid’s got issues.”

Steve takes the picture back, assessing it more. “I mean, those could be leaves.”

Robin points to the picture. “And that’s not blood.”

“Yeah, I need to talk to the kid.” Steve turns it over and sees the name. “Wait, this is Bobby’s. His parents hunt wild turkeys. That’s normal.”

A man with long, brown curly hair approaches the group, wearing a leather jacket with a band tee and black jeans. “Sorry to interrupt but, Wheeler?” He turns toward Nancy, pointing softly at her.

“Oh my god, Eddie?” Nancy smiles standing up to give him a hug. “How are you? I haven’t seen you since high school.”

“Eh, it’s been better. But you, I saw the article you did last month. Best thing I ever read in the news.” Eddie sits down on the chair across from Nancy.

Steve is trying his hardest not to stare and keep grading his stack of papers, but it’s hard. Robin elbows him in the side and widens her eyes in a “Really?”. Steve shrugs in his defense, taking a sip of his mocha. Robin rolls her eyes.

“Aw, thank you. I worked hard on that. What are you up to now?”

“Kinda between jobs at the moment. I work as a freelance artist but I’m taking a break from that becoming a tattoo apprentice.”

“That is so cool, dude,” Argyle interrupts from across the table.

Nancy has a moment of realization. “Right. Eddie, these are my friends. Robin, Steve, Jonathan, and Argyle. Guys, this is my old friend from high school, Eddie.”

“Nice to meet you guys.”

The group replies with varied greetings, Steve and Eddie holding eye contact a bit longer than the rest of the group does. Resulting with another jab in Steve’s ribs from Robin. He yells at her with his eyes for her to stop.

“So, do you live in the city now?” Nancy goes back to addressing just Eddie.

He scratches at his chin with a pained faced. “Kinda. Moved here to live with my ex a few months ago. And then he sort of cheated on me, so I’m trying to find somewhere else, but money’s kind of tight right now.”

“Ugh, that sucks,” Nancy winces. “I’m sorry.”

“Is what it is.”

Nancy turns to Robin, whispering something in her ear. Robin shrugs and whispers something back.

“You know, if you wanted to, no pressure or anything,” Nancy starts. “But, my old roommate just moved out and I’m looking for a new one. It’s a nice place my grandma rents to me so it’s rent controlled. I know we haven’t talked much since high school, but it’s yours if you want it.”

“Have to think about it, and see the place. But that might be nice.”

“And you’d live across from me and Steve,” Robin adds, earning her an elbow to the ribs.

Eddie smiles flirtatiously. “Well that does sweeten the pot.” He notices the hand turkey still laying on the table. “What the fuck is wrong with that hand turkey?”

“I already said I would talk to the kid,” Steve groans.

“Why is this is this kid going on turkey hunting trips anyway,” Jonathan asks, concerned.

Steve shrugs. “How would I know, not my kid.”

Argyle reaches into his front pocket and pulls out a joint, handing it to Steve. “For your troubles.”

“This group is great,” Eddie laughs to himself, already agreeing to Nancy’s offer in his head.

General information about the fic here

Tag list (just tagged everyone who seemed interested, let me know if you want to be added or taken off) @slowandsteddie, @annieofhearts, @cacdyke, @ubpd, @captain--low, @thespaceantwhowrites, @goodolefashionedloverboi, @anne-bennett-cosplayer, @lunaticparisianlady, @apomaro-mellow, @dolphincliffs, @dragonmama76, @maggiebug417

#stranger things #stranger thigns fanfic #freinds au #steddie #ronance #jargyle #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #argyle #spicy six apartment schenanigans #morgan's friends au

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