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steviesbicrisis · 1 year

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@unclewaynemunson Happy birthdaaaaay!! I saw your post about asking for Uncle Wayne related content for your bday and it inspired me to write this little thing! I didn't have a lot of time to work on it, please forgive any mistakes and I hope you like it!!

It's April of 1978 and, for the first time in his life, Wayne has to organize a birthday celebration for a kid.

Or better, "A teenager, I'm not a kid anymore" as Eddie would correct him every time.

It's been two months since he came knocking on his door, accompanied by social services, and things are... awkward at best.

The truth is, Wayne was never meant to be a father. He had come to accept it as he went through life and realized that the best way to not become like his old man was to not repeat the same mistakes he made. One being to have children when you can barely afford to feed them or have any love to give them.

Wayne had plenty of the latter, but lacked a stable relationship and a job that would pay him something bigger than his trailer.

So, being a father was not in his plans, but once he had realized Eddie couldn't have anything better than him, than his trailer park life, he welcomed him with open arms.

But Eddie had some trouble getting used to it.

He would talk to him only if Wayne talked to him first and Wayne, being a quiet old man, didn't do much of the talking himself. He would eat by himself when Wayne wasn't around, go to school by himself, and never left anything of his around (Wayne caught him putting his clean clothes back in the bag he came home with, once).

Sometimes, Wayne would even forget that Eddie was living with him.

So, when Eddie's birthday comes around, Wayne has no clue what he's supposed to do.

He has been giving him food, clothes, a bed, and school supplies, but Eddie doesn't ask for anything else and Wayne doesn't know what he needs.

Does he have friends he would celebrate with? does he expect a birthday party? how much would that cost? is it supposed to be a surprise?

He tries to get some sort of explanation out of Eddie, by staring at him quietly during breakfast, but he only gets a furrowed brow before the kid jumps off of his chair and rushes out of the trailer.

The frustration leads him, a few days later, to Melvald's General Store in the party supplies section.

Melvald’s isn’t a big store by any means but the selections of party hats and cake toppers is enough to confuse him even more and give him an headache.

His salvation comes in the form of none other than Joyce Byers. She must’ve noticed his pained look and decided to save him from his misery.

“I don’t know your boy very well, but I see him when I go get my kids from school” she admits, “he reminds me of my youngest, you know? He has some troubles expressing what he wants but… usually he’s happy with the simplest things. Just ask Eddie what he wants, I’m sure you’ll be fine.

Maybe get a cake, just in case. Kids love cake!”

——

“What is that?” It’s the first thing Eddie says when he gets home, staring at the cake on the table.

Kids love cake my ass Wayne curses Joyce, mentally.

They stare at each other until Wayne grunts a “it’s your birthday”, looking everywhere in the room but Eddie.

It’s a small “oh” that makes him focus on his nephew’s face.

Eddie is staring at the cake, a mix of emotions in his face that Wayne isn’t able to read.

“I haven’t had a birthday cake in a while. Dad never remembered my birthday."

It's not only what he says, but also the way he says it, with no emotions, like it's a thing he shouldn't be upset about, that breaks Wayne's heart.

Eddie approaches the table, in a way that funnily resembles a wary cat, and sits down in front of the cake. He doesn't say anything but stares at Wayne expectantly until he understands he's supposed to light up the candle on top of the cake.

"Do I have to sing you the song?" Wayne wonders, out loud.

"Please don't" Eddie is horrified.

Wayne gives him one mischevulous look before he starts to sing "Happy birthday to youuu" while Eddie covers up his hears and pleads him to stop.

Wayne was never meant to be a father, but he became a great one nonetheless.

#uncle wayne #happy birthday agaaaain!!#uncle wayne is the best #we stan uncle wayne #eddie munson #stranger things

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sleepyeye17 · 1 year

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Neurodivergent Love Languages: Crush my Soul Back Into my Body

This series of fics is inspired by a post by amythest@neurowonderful. The post is on the five Neurodivergent love languages: Infodumping, parallel play, support swapping, ‘crush my soul back into my body,’ and ‘I found this cool object and thought of you’. This is the third fic in the series, and the love language is Crush my Soul. Neurowonderful defines this as “deep pressure input good!! Provides proprioceptive input and can soothe body stress responses (always get consent).”

I honestly don’t know where the idea of the snuggle machine came from, although I think it might have been something we did as kids. It feels like my dad’s style.

Steve comes to Eddie’s apartment straight from work. It’s been a shit day, and he just wants to hold his man.

Several families announced that they would be boycotting the family video as long as he and Robin worked there. Keith had been supportive in his own bitter and sarcastic way, but Steve still feels like a used tissue.

“Hey Sunshine,” Eddie says when he opens the door. He’s wrapped in a blanket, and looks soft and warm. Steve kisses him and starts to feel a little bit of the days weight slide off his shoulders.

“You look cozy,” he murmurs.

“You look like depressed Charlie Brown.”

Steve toes off his shoes and follows Eddie back to the bedroom.

“Yeah. Long day.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“Okay.” Eddie stands in front of him, grinning. “Do you need to get pressure washed in the snuggle machine?”

Steve looks at Eddie like he’s just turned inside out.

“Is that a… sex thing?”

“No. It's something my uncle did when I was a kid. It’s like being hugged by a washing machine. Do you want to try?”

“Um. I guess?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

That’s all the encouragement Eddie needs. He pulls the blanket off the bed and throws it over Steve’s head.

“Hey! What—“

Eddie jumps on top of Steve and starts rubbing fast hard circles all over him, while shouting “WUMBA WUMBA WUMBA WUMBA!!”

“What the fuck!” Steve is completely bewildered, but he’s laughing.

“SPIN CYCLE!” Eddie shouts, and starts running around Steve, brushing his hands roughly up and down Steve's blanket-covered body.

“What is happening?!”

“Now time for the wringer!”

“WHAT!”

Eddie leaps on top of Steve, squeezing him as tight as he can, and toppling them both onto the bed. They’re both laughing too hard for any sound to come out, and they cling to each other, gasping.

“What— the fuck— was that?” Steve wheezes, wiping tears out of his eyes.

“You feel better?”

“I mean… yeah?”

Eddie grins triumphantly.

“When I was a kid, like six or seven, I’d freak out with soft touches,” he explains. “I couldn’t do hugs or anything. But my uncle realized that I loved wrestling and stuff. I enjoyed being… I dunno, thrown around? I thought it was really funny. So he invented the snuggle washer.”

Steve wraps his arms around Eddie and squeezes him back.

“Mm. It’s ridiculous.”

“It works though,” Eddie says.

Steve kisses Eddie’s forehead, his cheek, his mouth. Eddie is so familiar to him, now, they fit together like they were built that way. Steve takes a deep breath. His chest hurts from laughing.

“God, I love you.”

The words are out before he knows he’s saying them.

Eddie pulls back and stares at Steve wide-eyed for a second. Then he buries his face in a pillow and makes a sound halfway between a squeak and a giggle. Steve frowns. It’s not quite the reaction he’d hoped for. Of course, it’s not the worst response he’s gotten, either.

“Do you really?” Eddie asks, his voice slightly muffled.

“Yeah.”

Eddie makes that noise again.

“What’s that sound mean?” Steve asks, trying not to sound defensive.

“Sorry.” Eddie looks up at Steve, bright red and beaming. He’s still half buried in the pillow. “I love you too.”

“You don’t have to say that just because I—“

“Oh shut up, I’m just really fucking happy and I need a minute.”

Steve pulls Eddie back on top of him.

“Mm kay.”

They lie in silence for a minute, listening to their breath. Steve plays with Eddie’s hair.

Then Eddie starts giggling.

“What’s so funny?”

“You loooove me,” Eddie teases in a singsong voice. Steve smiles.

“Uh huh.”

“Stevie is in loooove.”

“That’s right.”

“Stevie and Eddie sittin in a tree…”

Steve flicks Eddie’s earlobe, making Eddie titter.

“I wasn’t expecting you to say it back at all,” Steve says.

“Seriously? I haven’t been exactly hiding my feelings. I literally wrote a song called falling for the bat king.”

“That could’ve been about anyone.” Steve can feel Eddie shaking with laughter. “No, it’s just… I’ve only told two people I loved them before. And nobody has ever said it to me.”

Eddie sits up so fast he accidentally knees Steve in the stomach.

“Ow, what the—“

“Nobody has ever said it to you?” Eddie asks.

“No. Nancy was… well. We were being closely monitored, and she had to be with me to keep up appearances. But you know. It was complicated.”

“Sure.”

“And then Robin… well.”

“She’s Robin. Yeah.” Eddie grinned. “You always go for the nerds and the freaks, don’t you.”

“Yeah.”

Eddie took Steve’s face in his hands. His grip was firm and solid. When he spoke, his voice was surprisingly fierce.

“I’m going to tell you I love you every day. Every hour. You’re going to get so sick of me saying it. I’ll put it on a billboard. I’ll tattoo it on my forehead.”

“Your bangs will cover it.”

“I’ll shave my head.”

Steve gasps.

“You’d better not.”

Eddie lies back down with a contented smile.

“God, I really do love you,” Eddie said. “I’ve been wanting to tell you for ages.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I was worried that I might slip and say it in a moment of passion and freak you out.”

“Really!”

“the first time we kissed I was like don’t say it you freak.”

“The first time?!”

“I said it would freak you out. And you already told me you loved me, so you can't take it back now.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

#steddie #steddie fluff #steve harrington #steve x eddie #Joe Quinn #joseph quinn #joe keery #steve harrington adhd #eddie munson adhd #neurodivergent love languages #its the neurodivergency #neurodivergent eddie munson #uncle wayne is the best #eddie munson is a little monster child #disaster eddie munson #bi disaster steve harrington #deep pressure therapy #squeeze my pain away #snuggles

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little-annie · 11 months

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-Wayne as a fatherly figure to Steve-

What do we think that relationship would look like?

In my current Steddie WIP Wayne has a big part in Steve's grieving/healing process, essentially he's the man's only support system. I'm curious what ya'll think that relationship would entail. Like ballgames in the city, lunches at the Diner, etc. But what else?

Here's the fic if any of ya'll are interested. ⤵️

#eddie munson #wayne munson #steve harrington #steddie #steddie fic #steddie fic rec #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #steddie fanfiction #steve x eddie #steddie fandom #eddie x steve #uncle wayne #uncle wayne is the best

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self-proclaimed-chaotic-good · 2 years

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Somebody to Love | Steddie (2/?)

Chapter Two: Welcome Back to the Land of the Living

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A/N: I didn't forget this fic, I was busy with Writer's Month. Gonna post this up while I finish today's WM prompt.

Summary: Vecna was gone and the Upside Down was sealed forever. As the Hawkins crew try to adjust back to normal life, they await for Eddie's return once his name is cleared and his injuries healed.

[Somebody to Love Masterlist]

Steve had been staring at himself in the mirror for the last half hour, not knowing why it mattered what he was wearing or how he styled his hair. He didn’t think Eddie would care that much. Would it be too much if he wore his denim vest? He had put it on and taken it off too many times for it to be normal.

Last week, Hopper finally announced that Eddie Munson’s name was finally cleared and that he was fit to go back home. It was an interesting conversation that the reinstated Chief of Police had to have with Uncle Wayne, but the man was relieved nonetheless.

Even with his name cleared, Hopper had ordered someone to be watching the Munsons’ new house, courtesy of the government, in case anyone decided to cause them any problems. Eddie was given the chance to either catch up with school by taking on extra work or settle for getting his GED. He still had yet to decide.

Steve glanced at his watch and cursed, keeping the vest on and rushed to grab the freshly baked cookies in a big tupperware and his keys before heading out the door. He had to pick up Dustin and Robin on his way over to the impromptu housewarming party and Dustin would complain non-stop if he was late.

Dustin called shotgun, of course, but Robin was all too happy to lounge in the back by herself, the housewarming presents taking up the space next to her. Dustin was about to start his rant about punctuality when he spotted the denim vest on Steve. He pointed it out but didn’t comment any further on it. Steve’s eyes met Robin’s in the rearview mirror, but she said nothing. He knew they were going to discuss it later.

Soon enough, Dustin was bouncing in his seat as he chatted away about all the things he was excited to tell Eddie and how the party wanted Will to join their DnD sessions once the Byers settled back in Hawkins. The plan was for them to move back once summer break started, giving them more time to pack and settle everything.

There were familiar cars parked outside the new Munson house with Hopper outside smoking and keeping an eye on things. Steve hadn’t finished parking when Dustin zoomed out, ignoring Steve’s shouts, and ran to the door in the open garage where Eddie’s van was covered with a tarp. Robin chuckled, grabbing everything from the back and followed Steve to the front door. Hopper nodded at them, patting Steve on the shoulder before jerking a head towards the door.

Max and Lucas were in the kitchen with Dustin who was helping them grab the utensils, plates, and cups, all while his backpack was still on. Lucas and Dustin were arguing about whether Coke tastes better in an aluminum can or a glass bottle. Max rolled her eyes but gave a smile to Steve and Robin as they passed to get to the sliding door that led to the backyard.

They followed the kids outside where Uncle Wayne was barbequing and Nancy and Erica were setting up the picnic table. As soon as Mike heard his friends coming, his head popped out from the storage shed where he was somehow struggling to drag the large water hose out.

“You better not point that thing here, you hear me?” Uncle Wayne warned, pointing the metal tongs at him.

“Yessir!” Mike shouted, heaving the hose out with one final tug.

Steve continued to scan the backyard as Robin joined Nancy and Erica at the table, dropping off her present on the bench. The house was a vast improvement from the small trailer with a giant crack on the ceiling, but not so big where it felt overwhelming and empty like his own place. A nice size for only two people. It was homely and with almost everyone here that he had fought the horrors of the Upside Down with, it almost seemed perfect. The only thing was missing was the star of the show, the main reason why they were having a party in the first place.

“He’s in his room,” Uncle Wayne spoke up without turning around from the grill.

“Huh?”

He jerked his head in a vague direction of what Steve assumed was Eddie’s room. “It’s still been a couple of days since he came back,” Uncle Wayne continued, “I think he’s still trying to process some things. If you could go get him, I’d appreciate it. These steaks and hot dogs are almost done.”

“Sure, Mr. Munson,” Steve said, heading back in.

“You can call me Wayne, boy, it’s fine,” he said, smiling at him. “And thank you for all that you kids have done for my boy. I’m glad that he has friends like you.”

Steve felt himself flush as he scratched the back of his head. “I… It was nothing. I’m glad that we’re friends with him, too.”

Wayne hummed approvingly at this, his eyes lingering on that familiar denim vest, before turning back. It was the first time that Steve had acknowledged it out loud, but he really was glad that he had gotten close to Eddie. He wasn’t sure that he had ever considered Steve a friend or if he was that friendly because he was the kids’ glorified babysitter, but either way, he was also now bonded to them through trauma and they will all be there for him if he needed help like they do for each other.

It didn’t take Steve long to find Eddie’s room. Just follow the scent of weed and the muffled sound of metal music. Steve knocked on the door twice, waiting a moment to knock again before opening it. Eddie’s room was filled with open boxes with his precious guitar leaning in the corner next to a small amp, the walls still bare of any posters and the empty closet wide open. His desk had smaller boxes with one tipped over and spilling cassette tapes out. Eddie was spread out on his bed with his eyes closed, headphones jammed over his ears as he continued to listen to Metallica.

Steve shifted awkwardly by the doorway before deciding to walk over to his desk. There were a lot of bands that Steve had never heard of, though there were at least two that he knew, one of which was Black Sabbath. Steve grabbed one of their tapes, looking over at the cover before flipping it over.

“Glad to see your fashion’s improved a bit, Harrington,” Eddie said suddenly, making Steve jump.

“Jesus, dude,” he cursed, turning around to see Eddie sitting up.

There was an amused glint in his eyes as he looked him up and down. He pushed himself up and made his way over until he was only a few inches from Steve. Something stirred within him, something that seemed to happen whenever he was in the close proximity of Eddie Munson. He dropped the tape and took a step back, hitting the edge of the desk.

“Looks good on you, big boy,” Eddie said with a grin. It widened as he watched Steve’s skin flush at the nickname.

“I, uh, thanks. I tried cleaning it as much as I could and I didn’t want to throw it in the wash. There’s a lot of buttons and some of the patches looked like they’re falling off and it looked like it meant a lot to you, so I was thinking of sewing it on tighter but I don’t really know how to sew… yeah.”

He became aware of his rambling, suddenly understanding how Robin always went on and on when she was around a pretty girl. Because right now Eddie was in front of him, close enough to feel his body heat, with his long and soft looking curly hair that framed his face just right. His brown doe-like eyes were staring right through him like he could hear all of his thoughts.

He certainly hoped not, because Steve suddenly had the urge to sink his fingers into those curls and hook another finger around his belt loops and tug him closer until he’s pressing against him. There was fondness in those eyes that both thrilled and scared him. He wanted Eddie to look at him like this forever and he didn’t know what he’d do if he ever stopped.

‘Oh’ does not seem to cover the realization that had hit him. He thought it would be like a slap on the face or a plate smashed on his head. Instead, it was like a lightning strike that left him tingly with goosebumps along his skin, like he was being charged like a battery.

Steve was shaken out of his thoughts as Eddie gripped his shoulders tightly, frowning as he shook him. “Come on, Harrington, don’t do that. Not after everything,” he said, almost pleading.

“Sorry, sorry,” Steve said, “I – we missed you, man. Those little shitheads won’t stop asking for you, you know?” Never mind that he was one of those shitheads that were bothering Hopper about Eddie’s status.

Eddie’s bright grin was back, making Steve bite back a smile. That drew Eddie’s attention to his lips, but he shook it off. “Aw, Stevie. I missed you guys, too.”

He pulled Steve into a hug, being careful not to agitate both of their wounds that were not fully healed. Steve’s arms automatically wrapped around his shoulder and waist, afraid that Eddie could feel how fast his heart was beating. If he had been able to focus, he would have felt Eddie’s heart doing the same thing.

“We should start heading down,” Steve said without moving, not wanting to let go or else he might fade away.

“Yeah.” ‘Just a few more minutes’ were left unspoken, yet they remained in their embrace.

“Hey, dinguses!” Robin called out from the hallway, “Either eat each other’s faces or eat some barbeque with us.”

“Very funny, Rob!” Steve shouted back, reluctantly pulling away from Eddie.

“You know you love me!” Her footsteps fade away, leaving them alone once again.

Steve sighed, turning to the door. “Ready to get ambushed by goblins?”

“Is this the closest I’m going to get to hearing you talking anything remotely DnD to me besides the whole… actual monster thing we dealt with?”

“Hey, I know what rolling for initiative means and spell slots and mods and stuff. I listen to the kids sometimes when they rant and rave about their nerdy dragon game shenanigans.”

Eddie smiled softly at him. “You’re a good mom, Harrington.”

“Shut up, let’s go.”

They leave the safety of Eddie’s room, their shoulders brushing as they step out together. Eddie was immediately greeted by the boys who have never heard the concept of speaking one at a time before. He let himself be dragged over to the table while Steve helped Wayne bring the food over.

And for the first time in a long time, they had a nice, normal, and joyful day.

#Steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie fic #stranger things fic #stranger things imagine #steve x eddie #uncle wayne is the best #there's a lot of hugging and crying in this series

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momotonescreaming · 1 year

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I've been reading a lot of fics lately where Steve and Eddie get nightmares and ring each other in the middle of the night for comfort. And I love it but I can't help but wonder what if when Steve rings the trailer post nightmare, it's Wayne who picks up the phone?

It's his day off and he's still keeping to his night shift schedule, so it's 3am and Wayne is watching a movie on quiet, or reading a book he's been meaning to get around to. And then the phone rings.

And as soon as he picks up the phone, a shaky voice calls out quietly "Eddie?"

It's Steve. Eddie's boy. And it's the middle of the night and Wayne knows what a man on the verge of panic sounds like.

Wayne calmly introduces himself and Steve immediately backtracks. It's the middle of the night and he's probably disturbing him, does he have work? I'm sorry Wayne.

But before he can hang up, Wayne calmly tells Steve it's okay. He's alright. And he doesn't want to risk bringing up the panic and the nightmares he knows they both get and risk scaring Steve off- so instead he asks Steve if he wants to hear an embarrassing story about Eddie as a toddler.

And after a pause Steve replies with a quiet and shaky "Yes please." So him and Wayne have a quiet conversation in the middle of the night, Wayne slowly talking Steve down from a nightmare with stories about young Eddie, and folk tales Wayne grew up on. Steve calms down, and hangs up after thanking Wayne softly.

Wayne doesn't say anything, doesn't know if Steve wants him to. He knows Steve tells Eddie when Wayne comes home from work two days later and Eddie greets him with a hug so huge he's almost swept off his feet. He mumbles into Wayne's chest, thanking him for helping Steve for him.

Wayne replies that it was no trouble at all.

#i am overcome with love for wayne hes thr best uncle #steddie #steve harrington #wayne munson #eddie munson #stranger things #My Writing

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dcxdpdabbles · 7 months

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Any new ideas for congratulations! It's triplets? Love the idea of Jason just freaking out and trying to figure out how to build a relationship with his kids while being made fun of by his family and said kids. Especially if he goes overprotective mode because Danny has clown trauma too and gets snagged by the joker

Jason watches as Danny- his son.- impatiently taps his fingers against the table. His boy's gaze was looking at everything, taking in the big fancy Wayne Mannor with a sort of disinterest he was not expecting of a child so young.

His sister and Brother- both with alarmingly similar names- were also disinterested, but Dani was swinging her legs, and Dan was tapping his spoon and fork against the table in a fast-paced drumming.

It's strange to know he would fidget a lot as a kid but he always resorted to finger tapping. Was the tripples little habit from him? He wonders what else they inherited and what he missed out on seeing.

"I don't understand," Jasmine said, overlooking the contract Bruce's lawyers wrote up. " Why would you want custody now? It's been five years."

"I didn't know." Jason swallows past the lump in his throat as she gives him an unimpressed stare over the paper. He feels Bruce place a hand on his shoulder, and the silent support allows him to continue. "If I have, I wouldn't have ever let them grow up without me."

"Jason doesn't want full custody," Tim cuts in with a soft voice that has tricked lesser men into selling their shares. He and the rest of his family are all sitting across from Jassmin Fenton, as she is carefully lured back to the manor to discuss their next step. "He just wants to be part of his kid's lives and would happily share that with you."

"Not telling him about the kids sort of played into that," Steph mutters tactlessly. Unfortunately, her voice carries, and the woman across from them bristles.

There is a tense moment where he thinks Jassmin is about to curse them all out before she sighs and slumps in her seat. "Well, it wasn't like I had a means to contact you when I found out. You gave me a fake name."

Jason winces. "I sort of forgot I told you my name was Petter."

"Wasn't a total lie" Dani chirps "It is your middle name."

Jasmine rubs her eyes. "Look, Jason, I don't want to stop you from seeing the kids, but this is all too much right now. I'm dealing with a lot right now-"

"You are currently homeless," Damian cuts in, causing Jasmine to stop in genuine bewilderment.

"No, we're not." Dan scoffs. "You were waiting for us at our house. Waiting to ambush us."

"The house that was on the street that Poison Ivy just destroyed," The boy says, showing everyone his phone screen. There, clear as day is, their home is nothing but rumble. Jasmine's face spams, and she quickly checks her phone, paling at what she reads.

"Oh, Ancients. It's gone. It's all gone," She whispers, gripping the phone. The three kids immediately stiffen, watching their mother with strange intensity. Too aware of what this means.

They were mature for their age, and that is never a good thing.

Oh gods. Did his children live on the streets? Had Jason's carelessness hurt his children like his parents have hurt him?

"Mom?" Danny asks and that seems to snap Jasmine out of her spirl.

"Hotel!" She gasps, hands shaking as she quickly starts tapping on her phone. Jason catches a glimpse of her screen and realizes she is making a to-do list. "I have to book a hotel room. Call the insurance company, go and try to salvage whatever we can....what else?"

"You can stay here, Fenton," Damian surprisingly offers. "Until your home is rebuilt"

"We couldn't possibly-"

"Hotels are expensive, and you must focus on other more important needs. Father certainly has the space."

Jason jerks into action. "This will also give me a chance to connect with the kids!"

Jasmine bites her lip, turning to her children. Jason could appreciate that she was willing to include them in big decisions. The three nodded, so she eventually sighs.

"Alright. But only until I can get our housing settled. And I'll pay rent"

Jason would argue but he recognized the look in her eye. She would not be sway from making payments. So he agrees, tapping his fingers on the table in a specific rhythm to make sure his family agrees too.

He knows it pains Bruce- the old man already thinks of the triplets as his grandchildren and the idea of charging them to live with him will kill him.

Jason notices the way Dan's eyes zero in on his tapping and the glance around the family members. He fights a proud grin when realization bleeds into his boy's eyes. He's got a smart one, likely aware of that the tapping is a form of Morse code.

Tim did say- after pulling up all files of the four- that his children had developed insane intelligence. Maybe he should get them tested for certification geniuses.

"Hey Mr. Jason," Dani suddenly speaks up.

"Yes Darling?"

"I suggest you remove your eyes from my mom before I remove them from your face." The little girl even punches her palm in a poor intimidation attempt. His heart melts.

Then his face turns a dark red hue at Jasmine's raised brow. Unwillingly flashes of thier last time being face-to face rise in his mind. He coughs awkwardly as his sons face become as protective as their sister, Dan cracking his knuckles and Danny reaching for a knife.

"Oh yeah" Tim deadpans watching the kids reaction "No need for DNA test. Those are definitely Jason's kids"

He agrees, he just hopes he can show his children he plans on sticking around and being the father they deserve.

No one notices Cass and Steph slip away to deal with Posion Ivy. Jason kinda wants to send her a thank you gift for making it possible to have his family move into the manor.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Congratulations! Its Triplets!#the Dannies are protective of Jazz #Jason is more focus on being a dad but he does have a interest in Jazz #Damian is plotting on being the best uncle #The Waynes vs the Custody battle

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tennant-the-tigger · 1 year

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Proud of you, Eddie

Wayne makes time to attend Eddie's first gig at the hideout. He hasn't stopped making time since...

My Stranger Things Art | The Munsons

#Bet you he still goes and sits by the bar #you crying yet?#wayne munson #this man loved his kid so much #best uncle #eddie munson #eddie's growing his hair #the munsons #stranger things #stranger things fanart #stranger things 4 #my art #st fanart #I learnt to draw better to draw these much needed scenes #baby Eddie

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beep-beep-robin · 2 years

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steve doesn’t let anyone see when he‘s in pain. his parents never picked up on him being ill unless it was pretty severe, and even then they used to make him feel like a burden because of it. so he just doesn‘t show it nowadays.

when he starts to hang out with eddie more, it‘s not him that picks up on it when steve‘s not feeling good, but wayne. raising a boy all by yourself makes you pick up on those kind of things.

he sees how steve will sometimes squint when it‘s too bright in the room, sees how he flinches when there‘s a sudden loud noise. how he slightly relaxes when eddie absentmindedly runs his fingers through steve‘s hair (wayne doesn‘t like poking around in eddie‘s love life. but the fact that that thought crosses his mind when he‘s watching them says something. if he asked eddie about it he‘d probably say they‘re just very touchy friends).

so he talks to eddie about it when steve‘s not around. tells him that he thinks there’s something going on with steve. what eddie can look out for, and that he should talk to steve about it.

steve‘s first instinct when eddie brings it up to him is to laugh and play it off. he doesn‘t want to burden eddie with his own bullshit that he can deal with himself.

but eddie keeps pushing until steve admits that yeah, he gets headaches really often. that normal painkillers only help a bit, that light hurts his eyes, that they make the ringing in his ear even worse (eddie makes a mental note to bring that one up again later) and that he can barely concentrate whenever they come on. that he finds it hard to concentrate anyways, most of the time.

it‘s probably because of all the times he got hit in the head, he tells eddie.

he says that he doesn't want to be alone when he has the headaches, because that just makes him feel even worse. that's another reason why he never told anyone. (he also tells him about the russians, finally. eddie gives steve a hug afterwards, and steve almost cries into his shoulder. but he holds it back. eddie can hear his breath hitch.)

from that day on they have an agreement that steve has to tell him whenever he doesn‘t feel good. or that he at least won’t hide it. eddie goes over to steve's place when he knows it's one of those days, or he invites steve to his trailer. he turns off the lights when steve needs it to be dark, keeps explaining things to him when he doesn‘t understand them the first time, tries to be as quiet as possible.

he also keeps running his fingers through his hair, but it's more intentional now. he can tell that it helps steve relax, turns it into more of a massage. when steve slips off into sleep, after a while of him protesting that eddie really didn't need to do this, he lets his fingers roam a bit more. over his eyebrows, down the sides of his nose, over his cheekbones. unknowingly taking care of him in a way that no one ever really had before. steve sighs in his sleep.

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It starts out as any other Sunday morning. Eddie takes his time to come out of his room and finds his uncle already in the kitchen, the usual cup of coffee in his hand.

“‘Morning son” Wayne greets him, looking up from the newspaper.

“‘Morning” mumbles Eddie, still half asleep.

Per usual, Wayne tells him about stuff that happened to him during the week, since he works night shifts and they don’t get much time to talk except on Sundays.

“Oh, you won’t believe what I witnessed on Thursday night” Wayne begins, catching Eddie’s interest “we were grabbing something for dinner when I caught this piece of shit launching himself on another man! A disgusting scene to witness, I was so mad. Just like that, out in the open, in that alley next to the diner, you know that one?”

Everything Wayne says after that, Eddie barely registers.

The sound of his voice is muffled, Eddie can feel his jaw clenching, his knees weak, his vision blur. He keeps himself busy making his breakfast, trying not to show his inner turmoil, but something betrays him. He doesn’t know if it’s him putting salt in his coffee or pouring water on his cereals instead of milk.

“Son, are you okay?” Wayne sounds concerned.

Eddie snaps out of his trance, he really tries to act normal but he can’t, he’s so tired of hiding in his own home.

He knows that diner alley too well, he has been there one too many times, risking getting caught doing exactly what Wayne got disgusted about.

“I’m fine” Eddie forces himself to say but, for better or for worse, his uncle knows him way too well.

“What’s going on? Is it something I said?” Wayne gets up from his chair and moves a step closer to him, Eddie flinches.

They've never experienced a situation like this, whenever one of them has a problem with the other, they just say it out loud, bicker for a while, and then go on with their life. Eddie has never had troubles telling his uncle anything, until now.

"What I've said about those men, upset you?" Wayne tries again, and Eddie cannot keep looking at his uncle and lie.

"You said it was a disgusting scene to witness. You're saying that people like me are a disgusting scene to witness."

They look at each other in silence for probably a few seconds but it feels like a lifetime from Eddie's perspective.

Then Wayne rushes to his side and envelopes him in a tight embrace.

"Son, that isn't what I meant- I don't care what you are, what I said about that man has nothing to do with you" Wayne has trouble expressing whatever is going inside his head.

Eddie has never told this to anyone before. He tries to interpret his words the best he can "but I am like that man, you can't just hate every queer that ever existed but me just because I'm your nephew."

Wayne grips his shoulders as if he was afraid Eddie would run away any second. Eddie realizes he is probably right: his gaze was scanning the room behind Wayne, searching for a way out, without fully realizing it.

He feels extremely stupid for coming out like this, without a backup plan, right after Wayne had shown him just how much he cannot stand gay people. He knows Wayne loves him like a son, but being fucked up like Eddie has to be too much even for him.

Wayne takes a deep breath, finally recollecting his thoughts. He moves his hands on Eddie's cheeks "Eddie, I want you to look at me. Look at me in the eyes, son."

Eddie focuses his gaze on his uncle's face. His hands are shaking, his posture stiff. He decides in that moment that whatever happens he will take the hit, fight back and run away.

"I love you Eddie, you are my son. I don't give a shit about who you wanna sleep with as long as you're cautious and you're safe. I don't have prejudice for anything, people can love whoever they wanna love, I don't fucking care. Are we understood?"

Eddie releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He really focuses on Wayne's expression, looking for any indication of him lying but he finds none. He seems concerned, determined and also sad at the same time.

"This changes nothing, I love you just the same."

It could have been because his uncle never told him he loved him so openly until now, because he was scared shitless and an adrenaline rush was running through his body, or because as soon as he figured out he was gay he had always feared the moment Wayne would find out.

It could have been all of those things at the same time that make his eyes watery. He looks away and rubs his arm on his eyes, Wayne lets him without a fuss. He knows Eddie won't run away now.

"But what about those men you were telling me about?" he asks, once he feels calm enough.

"The piece of shit was harassing the other man, it was clear from a mile away, I was pissed he thought he could do it out in the open and that no one would've stopped him" Wayne grumbles.

"Most people wouldn't have stopped him" Eddie says, still stunned.

"Well not your old man... wait, has that ever happened to you?" he questions, Eddie goes red in the face.

"Of course not! I can defend myself!" Eddie sputters, making his uncle chuckle.

Another silence spreads between them, but a much comfortable one.

"Listen, this ain't gonna be a piece of cake. I don't care, I told you, but there's people out there who do. So, when you're out, be careful but when you're here... this is your home Eddie, you have to feel free in here."

Eddie mentally curses him for turning what he thought was a dangerous situation into a sentimental one in a span of ten minutes, making him go to the verge of tears once again.

"Are we understood?" Wayne asks once again.

"We are" Eddie nods, and that's the end of it.

When the time comes and Eddie brings someone home, a boyfriend, to spend the night there and live comfortably around each other without any fear, Wayne knows he has done his job right.

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So... I came out to my parents today. It wasn't planned, I was scared, but it went the best way I could've imagined. They're both an uncle Wayne, if that makes any sense ahahha But yeah, this inspired me to write Eddie's coming out. Wayne really doesn't care about queer people, he just wants Eddie to be okay, as any parent should.

#what an emotional day lmao #I hope you enjoy this!#uncle wayne is the best #I love writing about him #uncle wayne #wayne munson #eddie munson #eddie's coming out #eddie munson comes out #queer eddie munson #stranger things #ficlets #stranger things ficlets

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thisapplepielife · 4 months

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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.

Beautiful Boys

Prompt Day 23: Wayne Adopts Steve | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Lingering Injuries/Trauma | Tags: Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Wayne & Steve, Wayne POV

Wayne is in Hawkins Hardware, looking at the fence pickets. He definitely didn't expect them to have this many choices. He figured he'd come in and buy what he needed, from the only option available. In and out. Wallet a little lighter, but no choices to be made.

But, no. There are options. Decisions. And he isn't sure which style Eddie would prefer. He just wants Eddie to have a place he feels safe outdoors, again.

Wayne reaches out to touch the samples, again, when he hears clattering and an "oh my god, I'm so sorry" that sounds an awful lot like Steve Harrington.

Wayne pokes his head around the corner of the aisle, and Steve is gathering up a bunch of swag hooks off the floor, swiping them back into his handbasket.

"What're you doin' with those, kid?" Wayne asks, crouching down to help him.

"Eddie's plants," Steve says, standing back up, pushing his hair back and up, out of his eyes. These boys and their hair they can't keep contained. Wayne smiles. He remembers how his (now long-gone) hair was in the sixties. Different styles, sure, but just as impractical, at times.

"Eddie's plants," Wayne repeats with a smile, then asks, "You're gonna hang them from the ceiling?"

Steve nods, and Wayne grins, "That's a good idea, kid. He'll love that."

Eddie has gathered up a lot of houseplants recently, tending to them, taking care of them, babying them. The first ones were sent to the hospital by his friends, and Eddie latched onto them. And now, Steve drags a new one home every week or two as a gift. Eddie is still recovering, might always be recovering, but his plants make him smile and give him something to do.

Wayne doesn't quite understand it, not with the black thumb he has, but it's like everything else about Eddie. Wayne doesn't have to understand it, to support him. If Eddie wants plants, they can have a whole houseful of them.

Eddie survived something he still hasn't fully explained to Wayne, might never, so if he wants to fill the house with greenery, so be it.

If he wants to fill the house with Steve Harrington, too, that's also just fine by Wayne.

Steve smiles shyly, "If you don't care that I put holes in the ceiling, that is."

Wayne doesn't care. "I'll help. I've got a stud finder, so we won't have them falling and cracking us on the noggin."

Steve laughs, and nods, "Thanks. What are you doing here?"

Wayne waves him over, getting Steve to follow him.

"Trying to pick fencing for the backyard. If Eddie's gonna keep dragging home strays, we'll need a place to put them," Wayne says, and Steve blushes, just a little.

"I could make a tent work," Steve teases, and Wayne squeezes his shoulder. Steve is always, and will always, be welcome in the house.

"Good to know, but I was thinking more along the lines of dogs, cats, raccoons. You know how he is," Wayne drawls, and Steve smiles. It's wishful thinking, because they both know the real reason for the fence. Eddie doesn't want to leave the house these days.

"I just assumed I'd get dog-ears," Wayne says, pointing at the slightly-rounded piece of wood on display. "But there are choices."

Steve studies them all, finally saying "I think Eddie would like the pointed ones the most. Looks dangerous," Steve says.

Wayne nods. He was thinking the same thing.

"They're narrower, be more work to set," Wayne mutters.

Steve turns to look at him, "I'll help you, you know that."

Wayne nods. He knows Steve will. He's a good kid, who spends most of his time hanging out in their new little house, doting on Eddie in one way or another. Wayne isn't blind. He knows what this is, what these boys feel for each other, even if Eddie hasn't told him yet.

He will. Wayne just has to be patient.

"Sounds good, kid," Wayne says, and Steve grins, big and bright. Like he wasn't sure his help would be accepted.

"I don't know much about building a fence, but I can learn. I can follow instructions," Steve assures, and Wayne pats him on the back.

"Let's double-check my math here," Wayne says, pulling a small notepad out of his pocket, rerunning his figures.

Once he's got a good number, Wayne directs them towards the stain options. Steve picks one with a red tint, and Wayne nods. Looks good to him.

When they get to the counter, he takes Steve's basket and adds it to his.

"You don't have to do that," Steve says.

Wayne knows he doesn't, but it's for Eddie and it's just a few dollars worth of hooks and bolts. He's definitely gonna get his money back in fence-building help.

"I know, I want to," Wayne says, opening his wallet.

Outside, Steve helps the guys from the lumber department load up the trailer full of the pickets.

"See you at home?" Wayne questions, and Steve nods and smiles.

"Yeah, at home," he answers, walking towards his car, with his small sack of hardware.

And they spend days hanging the over-abundance of plants in front of every window in the house, so many that it seems like they're living in a greenhouse, and then they work on the fence. Putting it up, picket by picket, together.

Sometimes, Eddie comes and sits on the patio and watches, but it still takes a lot out of him, even now, months later. Wayne's worried he might never fully recover.

But, Steve works hard to entertain Eddie. Steve's funny, and he treats Eddie real good. That's all that will ever matter to Wayne. Eddie's his boy, and by extension, Steve's his boy now, too.

Eddie and Steve fight over the radio, a welcome sound, and Steve's won.

So, John Lennon's singing about a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy.

Wayne knows that feeling well.

He's got two of those beautiful boys, now.

close your eyes, have no fear, the monster's gone, he's on the run and your daddy's here, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful boy John Lennon, Beautiful Boy

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Hi 👋 This is chapter four of the Estranged Uncle Au!

Just a warning there is mentions of cults and a scene that has Damian being Damian (AKA knife child) Please take care of yourselves! I hope you enjoy!

Clark was sweating buckets.

“I promise you I’m not in danger! This is all a big misunderstanding! Bruce isn’t even that creepy!”

Jazz rattled off several reasons.

“He has a cloyingly sweet public persona, his personal computer has extensive information on all of the local rogues in the area and all the adopted sons we’ve met look practically identical to both each other and you and Danny! Not to mention they all seem trained for combat! How is that not creepy?”

Okay from an impartial standpoint Clark could see how it looked like he was tied up in a cult.

“I swear if another fruitloop billionaire obsessed with one of my family members tries to adopt me I’m gonna wail!”

How specific!

“Wail?” Clark began to ask but was cut off.

“Are you tied up in a cult Clark? Because we can get you out if you are! I … uh know a guy who specializes in taking down cults.”

What?

“I promise you I’m not in a cult! The blue eyes and black hair is a coincidence and I am not in danger! Also what do you mean you know a guy who specializes in taking down cults!?!”

Danny squinted.

“Hold that thought. Everyone stop talking!”

Danny reached towards Clark’s shoulder and picked out a small device, no bigger than a grain of rice out of his cable knit sweater.

“No one who plants listening devices into sweaters isn’t creepy.”

He then promptly threw it to the ground and crushed it with his heel.

“That’s the end of the recording.” Tim said while cringing.

“Sleazy?!? Me? Sleazy? I did a back handspring on hardwood floors for them and they call me sleazy?!”

Dick thought that he could win them over. Was he too heavy handed?

“It’s probably because you fell asleep in the pico de gallo timber.” Jason joked as he inspected the weapons vault.

“What? Me?!? I was the only one who made any headway! I was just up late trying to track whoever was hacking us!” Tim defended.

“Well good news! You found ‘em! Let me know when they hack my library account seeing as the Big bad bat computer is being hacked by a couple teens.” Jason said dismissively as he took a flamethrower fuel canister.

Bruce was experiencing a new amalgamation of emotions. He was both incredibly embarrassed, incredibly amused and incredibly impressed.

How embarrassing that the bat computer was hacked! He put so much effort into the protection of his data!

But then again Clark must be beside himself trying to convince them he wasn’t in a cult and that was incredibly amusing. He even said all the things that people said when they were in denial about being in a cult!

This was absurd! The only way to describe this was absurd!

“Fools! All of you do not truly understand the gravitas of the situation! If they believe that we are indeed weapons dealers they may snoop further and compromise all of our secret identities!” Damian huffed his way into the view of his family.

“We’ll be alright Dami, Tim is reinforcing our defenses for the computer and we’re going to try and disengage for a while. If we keep on trying we might make it worse.” Dick ruffled through Damian’s hair despite many protests.

Damian tutted at this suggestion. They needed to approach the problem head on and quickly rectify the situation lest it spiral into a larger one. Perhaps if they suffered an accident.

“Damian! I know that face! That’s the face you make when you go off and try to rectify the situation by yourself!”

“That is not true Grayson! I was simply thinking about confiding in my companion about how tedious my science project is.”

“You promise you’re only going to engage in age appropriate activities like science homework and book reports?”

“I promise.”

"I'm choosing to believe you" Dick began to walk away before pulling another sour face. "...Sleazy?"

Damian checked his hidden blades one final time before encroaching upon this Daniel Fenton who had foolishly entered an alleyway. He deftly held a knife to the throat of his target.

"If you continue to snoop into my father's business I will not hesitate to cut you down!"

Damian was expecting to me met with fear and copious apologies. He was a fearsome and terrifying warrior after all.

"Are you trying to hold me at knifepoint on your tippy-toes?" The target said in the same tone that one would use with a kitten trying to jump a bit too high. They should be focused on the clear danger Damian was posing. Or at least the danger he was posing. Between the moment Damian looked at his feet and the moment he looked back up to find a very unperturbed Danny.

"Did your father put you up to this?" He asked.

"No! I acted of my own accord!"

"Well are there anymore ineffective threats you want to say?"

Damian was about to say something when his stomach audibly growled. Curses! He could not bring a meal in order to maintain secrecy from Alfred! Damian slowly looked up towards Danny's face. He has that look that Grayson gets before he does something annoying like ruffle his hair.

"Are you hungry?"

Damian did not dignify this question with an answer and began to storm off.

"I'm having some friends over, we can spare you a plate! My friend Sam chose the menu though so its vegan."

Damian stopped in his tracks.

"What is it that you are making?"

"Cauliflower gnocchi with cashew cream pesto."

"And this is taking place in Clark's home?"

"yep."

"Fine. But I will not be lenient with you because you've offered me a meal!"

Danny laughed and texted Sam

"Hey get another bundle of basil Im bringing a guest"

#estranged uncle au #dp x dc #Give clonk a moment to explain himself!#Damian Wayne thinks he is the best at solving issues quickly #Danny: We are having *fancy food you can eat*#Damian: ... fine. You may live a few more hours.#Also Alfred already knows what Damian is doing and where he is. He's just letting the punishment be him missing an Alfred-cooked lunch #Clark isn’t in a cult he swears!#tw cult mention #tw knife

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After the Upside Down and the hospital stays and the murder allegations, Steve and Eddie bonded. But Steve has an awful gaydar and Eddie has low self-esteem so neither one realizes the other one is interested. They flirt, awkwardly touch each other fleetingly, and neither one can tell if the other is interested!

So Robin and Steve start scheming for ways to make Eddie interested but it only serves to make him more frustrated. In turn, Eddie forces Wayne to help him seduce Steve. He goes to his uncle like, “I’m homo, I’m horny, and I need help!”

They realize they like each other after Robin and Wayne run into each other while spying on a date they helped their dinguses set up with each other.

#should I write this into a fic?#Uncle Wayne needs a vacation after dealing with these kids #Robin needs a pay raise because her best friend benefits don’t cover Steve’s utter obliviousness #Eddie just wants his man he doesn’t care how he gets him #and the kids are just watching this train wreck from a distance #stranger things #steddie #headcanon #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #uncle wayne

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DC X DP Prompt *19*

Daniel Kane knew that he was different. The older he got, the more he remembers about a different life. A life with a different older sister - Jazz - and not in Gotham, but somewhere in the Midwest. But he didn't dwell on it to much. He loves his sister Martha and he couldn't be happier for her. She married Thomas Wayne and they both seemed to be so in love. Then Martha got pregnant and a few month later he held his little godson/nephew Bruce in is arms.

Daniel stayed close to the Waynes and was more often in their house then not. But he also started to remember more, things that seemed impossible. Like a blues skinned, floating boy/man/grandpa. Sometimes when he looked in the mirror, his features looked wrong for a split second. White hair, green eyes and far to young. But he pushes all of this away and tries to live a normal life.

Then his sister and Thomas die. So he does the only right thing and becomes little Bruce's Guardian. It's hard, even with Alfred's help. But he tries do be there for him, while grieving behind closed doors.

When Bruce comes to him, to tell him about his idea to protect the people of Gotham, he first wants to objects, but something tells him that this needs to happen.

So after a few years Bruce becomes Batman. And Daniel worries every night, but he somehow knows that his nephew is doing the right thing.

And as their family grows, he can´t help but be grateful, even though his memories become more and more distorted. It was like he had a life before this one. A life of a normal middle class kid, then a teen hero with outlandish powers. But he was never much older than Damien in his memories, even though he got a new one almost every night.

At some point he started to write everything down. He hid his notes from the rest of the family, until one day when he had a strange feeling. He left everything out in the open for the others to find.

Daniel Kane wasn’t seen again after this day.

The same day, a black haired teen stepped into a portal to another dimension, dying without dying.

Clockwork had a sad smile on his face. But this was what had to be done to right the timeline. Danny Phantom couldn’t exist without Daniel Fenton, so he needed to make sure that this time someone was around who could also protect his human side.

After his identity got revealed accidentally and his parents captured him, it didn’t take long till his human half couldn’t take it anymore. He was only able to rescue the full Ghost of Danny Phantom and it took so long for the young ghostling to heal.

He send his soul back to reincarnate in the past so that they could change everything and he was again able to become the Ancient of Balance. But the moment that Daniel Fenton formed as a Ghost the soul of Phantom had to be reabsorbed into him. And so Daniel Kane would no longer exist.

But Bruce Wayne would still see him as family and Danny would get the family he deserved, even if he didn’t know this anymore.

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estrellami-1 · 6 months

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If I Should Stay

Part 1 | . . . | Part 32 | Part 33 | Part 34

Wayne Munson knows his nephew. After almost ten years, he’d have to be a blind fool to not know his tells.

So when Eddie slams the door open and stomps into his room, Wayne knows he’s got something he needs to talk about, but doesn’t want to yet.

When he gets his guitar out and turns it up until Wayne’s hats on the wall start vibrating, Wayne knows the issue involves someone he has feelings for.

When the guitar stops wailing, Wayne stands from his chair, pads over to the kitchen, and makes his nephew some hot tea in the Garfield mug.

He adds three spoons of sugar, because Eddie has a sweet tooth the size of Texas, then brings it to knock on Eddie’s door.

“Come in,” Eddie mutters, upset, but not at Wayne.

The guitar’s back in its place on the wall and Eddie’s flopped on his bed, hair a wild wreath around his head, arms and legs splayed any which way, as if he’s a toy a child had carelessly dropped onto the ground.

When he spots the mug, Wayne counts five separate expressions cross his face before he settles on begrudgingly humored acceptance.

He slowly crawls his way up until his back is against the wall, then holds both hands out for the mug. “Thanks,” he murmurs, cradling the ceramic.

Wayne knows to stay quiet, knows Eddie needs the silence to think about how to begin. He sits on the edge of the bed and waits patiently.

Finally, he starts. “I can’t tell you everything,” Eddie says haltingly. “But… I thought he’d changed.” He shifts, brings his knees up until his thighs are nearly touching his chest. He rests the mug on his right knee and traces the indents of Garfield’s face with his left pointer finger. “Steve Harrington. He was… really nice. I stayed late last night and we sat up on his roof, talking and smoking. I mean-” He casts a furtive glance Wayne’s direction, then sighs. “Fuck it. Yeah, we were smoking. And talking. And there are extenuating circumstances, and I get that, but we can’t… do anything yet,” he says pleadingly. “We can’t try anything yet. And I get it, and he did mean it, and I think he really even does want to.” He sighs and rakes a hand through his hair. “But then he said he’d never been with another guy, and I can’t do it, Wayne, not again, I can’t be another guy’s experiment.”

Wayne thinks back to just over a year ago, when Eddie’d come home dejected. Closed the front door gently, collapsed onto the couch, tugged a pillow into his grasp and curled around it. Said, “Jack’s straight.”

“Oh, Eds,” Wayne had said, pulling Eddie into a hug that he’d gladly leaned into.

“He used me,” Eddie had muttered into his collarbone, and something white-hot had burned in Wayne’s chest. “I was just his experiment.”

Wayne feels the same white-hot flash now, but tamps it down. If he knows his nephew, he knows there’s a chance he jumped to conclusions.

Still, he tugs Eddie into a hug, where he rests his head on Wayne’s collarbone, just like he had last year. “Did he say he’s experimenting?”

The silence is telling. “Yes,” he says sullenly.

Wayne flicks his shoulder. “You can be dramatic without lying.”

Eddie deflates. “No,” he mutters.

“So you assumed.”

Eddie leans back to look at him with narrowed eyes. “Are you taking his side?”

“I’m getting all the facts,” Wayne corrects. “I’m always on your side, Eds. Always. Sometimes that means tellin’ you when you’re bein’ obtuse.”

Eddie frowns, but tucks his head back in and brings the mug up to take a sip. “I overreacted.” It’s not a question, so Wayne just responds with a hum. Hesitantly, he asks, “y’think he’ll wanna talk to me?”

“I think you’re gonna have to get through his friend first,” Wayne reminds him. “She seems the loyal type.”

Eddie chuckles. “You got no clue, Wayne.” He sighs. “I’ll go talk to him after I finish the tea. Grovel for his forgiveness.”

Wayne presses a kiss to the top of Eddie’s head. “There’s my boy.” He feels the smile against his chest.

“Thanks, Wayne.”

“You’re a good kid, Eds. You woulda gotten there eventually.”

Eddie just shrugs and sips at his tea again.

Eventually he leaves, Wayne standing in the doorway, seeing him off. Decides the weather is nice enough for a smoke outside, so that’s what he does.

He sees Steve’s friend bike up as he’s finishing his cigarette. He tamps it out and stands to meet her. “Afternoon.”

“Hi, Mr. Wayne. Is Eddie home?”

Wayne chuckles. “You just missed him, actually, he’s gone to apologize. Come on in, I’ll make you some tea and we can talk.”

She studies him for a moment, then nods and extends a hand. “I’m Robin. It’s nice to officially meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine,” he assures her.

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The Letter

written for ‘edge’ wc: #509 | rated: _G_ | cw: _na_

@steddiemicrofic

The party sat around the Harrington living room and watched Eddie pace back and forth. He was holding an envelope in his hand that he was too scared to open. It would tell him whether he was a success or a failure.

Steve watched his boyfriend for a few moments before stepping into his path and gently holding his shoulders. “Babe, breathe” he demonstrated a few deep breaths. “You’re on the verge of a panic attack.” Eddie followed his instructions until he calmed enough to speak.

“Stevie, this letter makes or breaks my life”. He said as he tried not to hyperventilate.

“Well then, open it!” Dustin yelled followed by a chorus of agreement. Eddie shook his head frantically. “Why the hell not?” Dustin demanded.

“Language, butthead.” Steve replied pointing a finger in his face. “We can’t open it because Wayne’s not here”. That shut everyone up. They knew Wayne had been Eddie’s only source of love, understanding, and support for years. He needed his uncle for this.

Steve forced Eddie to sit down and Erica brought him a glass of water. She was excited but nervous. Unlikely as it seemed, Eddie and Erica bonded like siblings after Vecna. It annoyed Lucas and Dustin to no end.

The girl turned to Eleven, “Can you see how far away Wayne is? Eddie’s about to explode.” She said with her usual sass. El nodded and closed her eyes.

“Two minutes” she said when she found him. All noise faded from the trailer as they heard Wayne’s loud truck. He opened the trailer door exactly two minutes after El spoke and froze. Steve made eye contact.

“The letter” Wayne whispered. His nephew nodded and held it out to him.

“You open it, dad. I can’t” Eddie’s voice and hands shook. Wayne took the letter and glanced around the room. He tore it open and scanned the contents. Without saying anything, he folded it back up and tucked it back inside the envelope. Everyone hung onto the edge of their seats. Wayne took a breath giving nothing away. He moved to his recliner and sat down, grabbing Eddie’s hand on the side without Steve.

“Eds,” he said looking pensive, he put both hands on Eddie’s shoulders. Eddie’s eyes widened as he waited with bated breath. “The first Munson to go college”. He said with a smile, tears in his eyes. Eddie gasped, a huge smile breaking across his face. The party cheered around him.

“God, almost gave me a heart attack old man!” He laughed as he jokingly pushed Wayne away. Wayne’s words finally caught up to him and he froze. “Wait,” he said turning back to his uncle. “I got in?!” He yelled snatching the letter. There at the top Congratulations Mr. Munson. He turned to share a smile with Steve. “I got into college baby!” He screamed as he practically tackled Steve with a searing kiss.

“We’re going to Chicago?” Steve smiled. A face splitting grin spread across Eddie’s face.

“Yeah,” Eddie sighed kissing him again. “We are”.

“Can Robin come?”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53980570

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