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cuddlyfunk · 4 months ago
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Y'know, my sibling does this really wonderful thing to me when we're talking or arguing sometimes where they'll just turn their hearing aid off.
And I know I've read it before, of Steve turning his hearing aid off because the rooms gets too loud or something.
But if there's one thing I know, it's that Steve Harrington is a petty, petty bitch. He's in the middle of a roundabout argument with Eddie, them circling around each other like two hungry hawks, and then he remembers: Oh, I actually don't need to listen to this right now. I'm just gonna...And then he turns off his hearing aid. And he makes sure that he does it while Eddie's looking directly at him, too. Just so that he knows they're gonna revisit the argument. But right now? Right now, Steve just wants complete and utter silence.
And you may be like, that's terrible communication, Stevie.
Yeah, I know. But listen to me, it's the funniest fucking thing in the world when my sibling looks me dead-on and just turns off her hearing device.
I think he'd only turn his hearing aid off, though, when the argument is stupid and small and petty. Like, they're arguing over who last did the dishes because there's a plate that went through the dishwasher with cheese still stuck on it or something. Or maybe Eddie dried Steve's jeans and now they're too small, even though they were already small to begin with. Or something about one of them having too many water glasses on their nightstand. I don't know, just stupid, pointless shit.
Think the funniest scenario, though, is them years in the future watching something like Wife-Swap or The Real Housewives of Orange County or, even, Rupal's Drag Race. And they're having a very heated argument about who their favorite is on [insert reality TV show here]. But Steve just absolutely despises the person Eddie is choosing to defend with his honor—he's already has his daily bitch and dish session with Robin about their shared favorite reality TV show star—so he just decides to tune Eddie out.
Or they're watching a football game. And Steve's team is playing against Eddie's favorite team (he grew up watching football with Wayne). Then, there's a bogus call made against Steve's team, he is just so appalled by not only the ref's decision, but also the way Eddie is responding to it. He turns off his hearing aid for a few minutes and elects to not watch, "This utter horseshit of a game."
Give me petty, bitchy HoH/deaf Steve Harrington.
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cuddlyfunk · 4 months ago
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cuddlyfunk · 4 months ago
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cuddlyfunk · 5 months ago
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Here are my other catified ST designs as pixels for my art fight profile!nwn These are El, Chrissy, Eddie and Steve!
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Now I gotta work on making more ST catified designs-I will probably work on Nancy next! But, anyways, I hope you guys like them!:)
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cuddlyfunk · 5 months ago
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rating: gen cw: deadbeat dads, school, workplace injuries, mentions of blood, mentions of loss of body parts tags: al munson is a shitty dad, wayne munson is the best dad, pre-teen eddie, they're doing their best, eddie's a brat but it's developmentally appropriate word count: 1620
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“What are your days off?” 
The question came as soon as Wayne said “Hello”. Nothing in response, no clues as to who it was, just the question coming like Wayne had interrupted someone else’s conversation. Of course, he knew exactly who it was. Not only from the voice but the approach. 
Eddie had never been one for waiting or formalities and he was practically a teenager now so the impatience only seemed to worsen. If Wayne had enough hair to go gray, he was sure it would be white and all because of Eddie. 
“The weekend. If you need me to come and get you, I got plenty of time and Marty’s on tonight so if I’m a little late he’ll be fine.” 
“I don’t need you to come and get me.” The “I’m not a baby was barely implied. Wayne could hear Eddie physically stop himself from adding it. 
“Al there?” 
“No.” Again, Eddie reacted in a way that didn’t fit the question. 
Wayne was starting to put some pieces together. Not the purpose of the call. Eddie was annoyed with the questions but wasn’t offering any clarification either. Wayne would lay good money down that his brother had been gone for a while. Well past the day he said he’d return. 
It had Wayne doing the math, to see if he really could make it out there and back before he had to clock in and how much time would have to stop at the store. The phone cord didn’t allow for much pacing, but there was a well-worn groove in the kitchen floor from many other calls like this that Wayne slipped right into. 
“Water and electricity still on?” 
“God, yes. Will you stop acting like I’m five? You know I know how to get power from the neighbors anyway.” 
“Don’t do that, though. Call me first, then we can resort to theft.” 
“Ugh, dad’s right, you’re always ruining the fun.” 
Oh, so Al hadn’t been gone long. Wayne was wrong. Which meant a much better chance that there was still food in the house. Meaning a trip out there could wait a few days. Letting out a slow breath, Wayne looked out the small window over the kitchen sink. 
He was ready to scramble all available troops to respond to an “emergency” here and it was all for nothing. It’d take a few moments to bring his heart rate back down and stop processing every variable. 
Worry stayed though. Eddie needed something and had nowhere else to turn but a man a solid forty-five minute drive out. It didn’t matter how many times Wayne offered the room up, Eddie insisted on staying out there. Not that Wayne thought it’d offer much relief for himself but at least less frantic drives. 
“Yeah, yeah. How dare I try and keep you from jail. What an asshole,” Wayne scoffed, meeting Eddie’s attitude with some of his own. 
“Alright, whatever. I gotta go.” 
“Ed,” Wayne scrubbed a hand over his face and said a quick prayer. He needed all the help he could get to remember this was his nephew and not the brother he’d spent half a life fighting with. Eddie didn’t know better, he was doing what he saw but it pushed all the same buttons. “Why did you need to know my days off?” 
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter, they’re the wrong days.” 
“Typically they’re the good ones, boy. Why don’t I come pull you from school early on Friday and you can spend the weekend out here?” 
“I don’t want to. Dad’s gonna be back on Sunday and we’re getting pizza.” 
That stab to the heart was enough to hunch Wayne’s shoulders. Both he and Eddie knew that Al wouldn’t be back this Sunday, possibly not next Sunday. As hard as it was, Wayne made a few sounds to say he understood. This would be the time or something. 
“Alright well, why you calling for my work schedule then?” 
“Nothing, it’s stupid and you can’t do it so it doesn’t matter. It’s dumb.” 
“I’m not going to ask again, Ed.” There was a warning in Wayne’s tone that he didn’t like to use but felt necessary. 
For a few seconds, at least. The silence on the other end had Wayne regretting his choice. He was too harsh. He tried to be easy on the kid, none of this was his fault, but he needed to know where the lines were or else he really would end up like his dad. 
Since Wayne took a bit of the blame for Al, he was trying to improve this go around but it was easy. He didn’t know anything about raising kids and really hadn’t learned much between Al and Eddie here. He wasn’t supposed to be the parental type. 
Sounding a bit more like the child he was and less like a delinquent fighting with a cop, Eddie finally spoke again. “There’s a career day on Thursday, it’s totally stupid but everyone’s dads are coming.” 
Sucking in a breath, Wayne felt that stab again and went to sit down. He had to proceed with caution here, obviously, Eddie was already struggling with this. Wayne didn’t want to make it worse. 
Eddie didn’t share the same sentiment and filled the silence. Something that was usually facts about medieval Europe or he was big into aliens right now. 
“All the other kids keep saying that no one is coming for me and that my dad doesn’t even love me enough to stick around, he’s not coming to the school. And, like, my dad loves me. They just don’t get it that he’s gotta do stuff. We can’t eat air.” 
“Okay, kid, but–” 
“They’re all just jealous because I don’t have anyone telling me to do things.” 
“Now that makes sense,” Wayne said, thankful Eddie couldn’t see the wince on his face or the way he had to swallow the lie with a lump in his throat. 
“I got detention all week for trying to punch Ricky Demchuck because he wouldn’t stop.” 
“What have I told you?” 
“I just got so mad,” Eddie ran the words together, reliving the moment. 
Again, Wayne left a bit of silence. He couldn’t bring himself to yell at the kid. Wayne would have done the same in his shoes. Except Wayne knew he’d have done more than try…and got more than detention. 
“My job is pretty boring, not sure it’ll help.” 
“You could tell them about that guy who lost his hand.” 
And like that, Wayne heard his nephew. Not a bitter and sad kid trying to be an adult but the Eddie that came out when things were comfortable for a bit. It also reminded Wayne that eleven year olds would love the horror stories from the plant. If he toned down the language and tried to work in a lesson about safety, he’d be a hit. The stories had worked with Eddie for years now. 
“What time do I gotta be there?” 
“Noon, I think. After lunch! We’ll be in the gym, not our classroom.” 
Wayne didn’t know where the classroom was. The gym was a maybe but there’d be other adults. 
“Sarah and Michelle are bringing their granddad and Donovan’s bringing his brother who’s a soldier,” Eddie stopped himself there but there was more. Likely the whole roster of guests. 
“So an uncle won’t even be that lame,” Wayne said, trying to laugh. 
“An uncle would be so cool!” Eddie missed the joke and that was probably for the best. “Will you really tell them about that guy’s hand? Even the bloody parts?” 
It was so easy to picture Eddie, sitting on the couch with an excitement that neither Wayne or Al had ever shown for anything, it had to have come from Eddie’s mom. Those big eyes and rabid smile, waiting to hear more, was something Wayne hoped for every visit. Hell, it was why Eddie knew the story to begin with. 
“I might have to tone down some of the blood, not all kids can handle that. Y’know, not all adults can either now that I think about it. Wouldn’t want to stress out your teacher.” 
Eddie laughed and Wayne knew things were going to be okay. What was losing a bit of sleep to make the kid happy? 
“That’s even better! I bet you could make Mrs. Woolbright scream!” 
“I’m not going to torture your teachers.” 
“They torture me,” Eddie snapped back so quickly it was like he’d set everything up just to say that. 
“Yeah, yeah. Must be tough having to do all that schoolwork,” Wayne laughed. “Look, I’ll be at your school at noon so mind your p’s and q’s until then, yeah? I’m not driving all that way to learn you been suspended. And maybe I can get me one of them school lunches.” 
Eddie groaned and told Wayne the teen years were way closer than he wanted them to be. “Fine-ah.” 
“And don’t just eat cereal for dinner tonight.” 
“Jesus Christ, Uncle Wayne. All the time you’re telling me not to eat cereal. I know, I know. I gotta go, okay? I got some stuff to do.” 
“Well sorry for keeping ya, boy. See you on Thursday.” 
Much like the call started, it ended without a word. Wayne repeated that he’d be there for Eddie and got a dial tone in return. As weird as it was, it spared a lot of awkward silences that Wanye was thankful for. 
He went and put the career day on his calendar and carried on with his day. If he was going to do one thing for that kid, it would be showing up. Never mind lame stories or a boring job, he’d be there. Always. 
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cuddlyfunk · 5 months ago
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The full Robin pic she looks sooo cool and I hope she already kissed Vickie
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I assume this might be real too
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cuddlyfunk · 5 months ago
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s4 mike
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cuddlyfunk · 5 months ago
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eddie: *sees steve post-workout*
steve: *is sweating*
eddie: i like my men like i like my donuts
steve:
eddie:
steve: please don't say glazed
eddie: GLAZED
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cuddlyfunk · 5 months ago
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This year is my year - I can feel it ❤️‍🔥🦇
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cuddlyfunk · 6 months ago
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mikey (i think ill put a red lipstick on his lips tomorrow)
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cuddlyfunk · 6 months ago
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Finished this embroidery project. Wish I’d thought to add Eddie ALSO wearing Steve’s scoops ahoy hat, clearly stolen off Steve’s head moments before.
@putting-eddie-munson-in-places
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cuddlyfunk · 7 months ago
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cuddlyfunk · 8 months ago
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they have THE friendship
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cuddlyfunk · 8 months ago
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“and if I have to crawl upon the floor, come crashing through your door.
baby, I can’t fight this feeling anymore”
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cuddlyfunk · 8 months ago
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my comfort characters for real
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cuddlyfunk · 8 months ago
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The Banishment of Chloe Munson
Not everyone is cruel.
In which Eddie Munson has a half-sister.
-Word Count: 530
A/N: I kind of took a break here for a while and kind of forgot I existed… But I’m back strong with more Eddie and Chloe
Enjoy!
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Eddie figured Chloe was responsible enough to go play outside on her own. He’d have been happy enough to accompany her and play whatever she wanted. She was surprisingly imaginative with her storylines playing make-believe where he was a knight and she was a dragon and they play fought until they were both too tired to keep going.
But she had been more distant lately. More focused on other people.What they wanted. What they liked. She even made Eddie braid her hair because she said every other girl in her class had their hair done.
Even with her strange behavior, Eddie trusted her. So when she waltzed into the kitchen one cold Saturday afternoon and declared she was going to go play with other kids, he told her “stay close, put on a coat and be safe.”
That was the end of it.
Until she came home crying. 
And Chloe never cried.
Eddie immediately dropped what he was doing and rushed to the entryway where Chloe stood in her tattered grey coat, her hair already fraying from the braid he’d styled for her that morning.
“What’s up, Chlo?” He asked carefully, stepping closer to her and leaning down to look in her eyes.
Chloe deftly looked away, determinedly avoiding eye contact. She rubbed furiously at her still wet eyes, trembling as she tried to hold back tears, “nothin’. It’s ‘nothin, okay?”
“Yeah, sure seems like nothing,” he rolled his eyes, “come on, tell me.”
“They don’t want to play with me!” Chloe shouted suddenly, “they’re stupid. They say I play too rough and I smell weird.”
Eddie blinked at her. While maybe he should have expected this considering his own childhood, he’d hoped somehow it would be better for her. Ostracization started early it seemed.
“Oh. I could go talk to them, if you wanted.” He suggested hopefully. 
Chloe shook her head glumly, “no, they’re stupid. I don’t want to play with them anyways.” Her words were fierce, but she sounded more defeated. Maybe it was the crying.
Eddie patted her shoulder, “well, okay. If you really feel that way, you can play with me instead.” He stood up straight and held out his hand to her.
She watched him warily, wiping away the tears on her face with the ratty sleeve of her coat, “…why would I play with you?”
Eddie clutched his heart dramatically, “you offend me, fair maiden. I am a very nice person to play with, I’ll have you know.” He grinned at her, tilting his head towards his room. “Come on. You can draw with me if you’d like. Listen to some music. I’ve still got so many greats to educate you with.”
She hesitated. But it was inevitable in the end. She took his hand and nodded. 
And so they retreated into their own little world. Where no one could judge them. No one would mind the music being a little too loud, or if they talked a little louder.
The hurt wasn’t healed. The loneliness never forgotten. But for a moment it could be soothed.
For a moment they could just be them. Just Eddie and Chloe against the world. Always and forever. 
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Thanks for reading!
If you enjoyed this, you can find more of my writing (specifically with Chloe) on the masterlist
Written on my phone and not proofread very well, sorry for mistakes!
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