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the outsiders headcanons !

(christmas edition)

darry:

- christmas always reminded him of his parents because it was their favourite holiday, but it was also his favourite holiday, so it was bittersweet.

- he started hauling out the christmas decorations a day after thanksgiving.

- both soda and ponyboy were as excited as fleas on a dogs arse when they started decorating

- EGGNOG WHORE. he drinks it by the litre.

- he insisted that he didn’t need any help when getting their tree, and nearly killed himself in the process

- “hey son, do you need any he-” “IM FINE!”

- unironically walks around in a santa hat during the entire month of december.

- even though money is tight, he makes sure to buy the gang gifts. besides his brothers, he especially focused on johnny because he knew that chances of his folks forgetting about him were pretty high.

soda:

- wakes everyone up at 6am to christmas carols. (darry nearly chucked a pillow at his head once)

- again. insanely excited to decorate.

- he’s literally 5 years old. he’d throw on his snow pants when it began to snow & he’d spend hours out there building snow forts, making snow angels, etc etc.

- once built a full force snow fortress in his front yard & the gang was like “????” because who the hell has that kind of time.

- only thing he hates ab christmas is that he gets sick INSANELY easily during the colder months…and he’s a total whiner, so you’ll hear about his minor cold (that he’ll talk about like its cancer) for WEEKS.

- makes stockings for everyone because he’s just so cutesy like that

- pretty lights make his brain go brrrr

pony:

- the first christmas they had together without their parents, darry made the mistake of not-so-hiding the presents marked with “santa” out in the open of his room, so pony just had to stand there and stare with his jaw dropped because WHAT DO YOU MEAN SANTA ISN’T REAL????

- it actually put him through quite a bit of distress.

- ugly christmas sweater LOVERRR

- they had a tradition since they were really young, that the youngest puts the star on top of the tree, so to carry out the tradition darry just casually throws pony on his back so he can put the tree topper on.

- ALSO drinks eggnog by the litre… he just manages to make himself sick

- will spend HOURS decorating a tree, its his favourite part about christmas.

- he’s also a whore for tinsel. he loves how it shines.

- soda thinks its really funny to put bows in his hair with the left-over gift wrap supplies. pony just stares at him with the 😠 face.

johnny:

- lowkey kind of hates christmas.

- before the gang, he’d be forced to sleep in his house a lot because it was far too cold in the lot, and that never ended well.

- they’d also hardly ever celebrate christmas, so he’d see his classmates talk about everything they got, and see all their new clothes, while he was just thankful his dad didn’t hit him that day.

- the gang definitely made up for it though, they helped him get into the spirit.

- darry & dally always buy him stuff for christmas, and he can’t help but feel insanely guilty. that adds to his disliking towards christmas.

- johnny does like looking at decorations, though. sometimes dally would walk around the neighborhood with him & just look at christmas lights together.

dally:

- dally was a big christmas fan… but he’d never let the gang know that. because HEAVEN FORBID dallas winston ever enjoys something in his life

- he thinks he’s the ultimate edgelord clearly.

- much like johnny, he didn’t grow up with a proper family to show him what christmas looks like, so he tried to stay around the curtis’ place as much as possible.

- sat there on the couch watching them decorate the house and it took every bone in his body not to take over the decorating and do it himself because GOD were they unorganized & uncoordinated.

- our little interior design queen 😋

- but REMEMBER… nobody’s allowed to know he actually enjoys christmas.

- eat sleep breathe candy cane hot chocolate (same dally dw)

- everyone thinks he takes johnny to see the lights just for him.. but little do they know dally absolutely loves them too.

- the first year darry bought dallas a gift he just sat there like “…? me? for me?” then had to excuse himself to the bathroom so he didn’t have a breakdown.

- proposed that they made a cigarette garland instead of popcorn.

steve:

- randomly appears with the weirdest decorations possible.

- he just casually brought a 12 foot train set to the curtis house and sat there for 2 hours assembling it on their livingroom floor.

- picks up every individual present and starts shaking it, listening like he can determine exactly what it is by the sound.

- “hey johnny! i think you’ve got a gold bar in here…. dallas. sounds like a big ole lump of coal for you pal.”

*cue angry dally noises*

two-bit:

- dressed up as santa & decided it’d be a fabulous idea to go door-to-door for a little meet and greet.

- a family called the fuzz on him & he’s never ditched a costume so fast in his life.

- walked around the streets whistling, and when the cops approached him & asked if he saw a guy that fit the description, he just pointed down the road & walked in the opposite direction.

- comes over to the curtis house on christmas just to eat their food & then leave

- raccoon core

#the outsiders headcanons #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #johnny cade #dallas winston #steve randle #two bit mathews #christmas headcanons

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Whumptober 2022

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Day 3: Hair’s Breadth from Death

Gun to Temple | "Say goodbye" | Impaled

Hawkins, Indiana. 1977

Eddie collapsed in the middle of his floor, panting, anger still radiating off of him in waves. He could hear his father slamming cupboards from downstairs, shouting about nonsense. That almost made Eddie angrier. Leonard Munson was a vile, vile man who enjoyed stripping others of who they are, picking them apart piece by piece until they were a shell of who they once were.

Eddie seemed to be his favourite victim.

He ran a frustrated hand over his now buzzed scalp, already missing the curls that were there only a meagre 20 minutes ago. Eddie had been keeping his hair tucked back in hoods and beanies since he decided to grow it out; he knew his father wouldn’t like it. He didn’t like anything Eddie did that was out of the realm of normal. Eddie decided to take a leap of faith and wear his hair down in front of him, and Leonard turned red with rage. He dragged him to the bathroom by the ear and buzzed his head, shaming him the whole time.

Eddie despised his father, but he also feared him, so there’s nothing he could do.

He hated how much control his father had over dictating how he thought about himself. He hated how he couldn’t do anything right around him. He hated that his father would much prefer to go hot-wire some cars and drink until he didn't know his own name instead of doing something as simple as watching a goddamn movie with his son. Eddie hated who his father was, and he hated the person that he knew that his father could turn him into.

He picked himself up off the floor and started tidying up the mess he made from his outburst, taking deep controlled breaths in the process. He ripped his Black Sabbath poster down in the heat of the moment, and swore to himself when he realized that he ripped it. That poster was one of his favourite belongings. Tape would have to do.

He remade his bed, and picked up some things he flung off of his desk, and then slumped down on his bed. He didn’t want to be in this house. He was itching for an escape.

There have been a few nights where Leonard has shipped him off to Wayne’s when he doesn’t feel like parenting. What Leonard does could hardly even be considered parenting in the first place. He doesn’t deserve the father title. Wayne has driven across Hawkins in the middle of the night when Leonard has called, not for his own brother’s sake–no, Wayne Munson has a strong distaste for his brother. He did it for Eddie’s sake, just wanting to get his nephew out of the stressful atmosphere.

So here Eddie sat on his bed, trying to listen to the sounds from downstairs to determine when his father fell asleep so he could call Wayne to get him the hell out of there. He himself was tired, so very tired. Dealing with his father was a full time chore, he never knew if he’d be tame or do something like this.

It was exhausting.

It took Eddie twenty minutes to gain the courage to sneak out of his room and down the staircase, cringing internally at the loud creak the steps made. He reached the bottom step and peeked into the living room, a weight lifting off his chest when he saw his father passed out with the rum bottle nearly empty and dangling from his grasp.

He trudged into the kitchen and pulled himself to sit on the counter, feet dangling. At eleven years old, his growth spurt didn’t exactly hit him yet, so he was sitting just under five feet tall. He grabbed the phone and dialed his uncle's phone number from memory. The ring that resonated through the receiver set an anxious pit in Eddie’s stomach, almost like he was nervous that his father could hear it from the other room even though he was passed out cold.

Wayne picked up on the fourth ring. “Leonard,” he greeted gruffly, he sounded like he had just been pulled from sleep and Eddie felt himself growing guilty when he realized that it was eleven-thirty at night.

“Uncle Wayne?” He said quietly. Eddie’s voice came out more fragile and childlike then he would’ve liked it to. Both Eddie and Wayne noticed. Wayne stayed silent for a moment. “Yeah, it’s me, kid. Are you alright?”

Eddie took a deep breath in, swaying his leg a little bit from where it dangled over the counter. He took another quick glance in the direction of the living room. “Can you come get me? I know it’s late, I’m sor-”

Wayne cut him off before he could get the apology out. “Of course,” he said instantly, he heard the jingle of the car keys over the phone. “Are you okay?” Wayne asked again. Eddie nodded to himself. “Yeah I'm fine.”

“Okay, pack a bag with some clothes. I’ll be there soon, Ed,” Wayne assured. Eddie nodded his head. “Thank you.”

“You ain’t gotta thank me for this,” Wayne assured, and then the dial tone was ringing through the receiver.

Eddie hung up the phone and hopped back off the counter, making the trudge back up to his bedroom, cautious again to not wake his father. He made work of throwing clothes into his school bag, then moving to the bathroom to grab his toothbrush. He threw his journal in there too that he used to roughly plan out DnD stuff. He was fairly new to the whole scene, but was invested in learning more about it.

He slipped his jacket over his shoulders, and then turned his bedroom light off and made his way back down stairs. The last step made a creak, and Eddie felt his body go rigid. His father didn’t move from his spot in the recliner, so he sped towards the back door and picked his shoes up. He didn’t want to risk putting them on just yet. He grabbed a house key out of the drawer and slipped it into his pocket, and then slipped out the back door, locking it behind him.

He walked around to the front of the house, careful that he didn’t step or trip over anything in just his sock feet. He made it to the front and sat on the steps outside the door putting his shoes on. Wayne pulled in just as he finished tying the final lace.

Eddie sped over and pulled himself into the passenger seat of the truck, setting his bag at his feet. He looked over at Wayne who had already been staring at him with a grim expression.

Wayne reached over and brushed his hand across the short hair on Eddie’s head. “Oh Eddie...” he said solemnly. He didn’t even have to ask to know that it was Leonard’s fault. Eddie cowered away and pulled the hood of his jacket up over his head. “Can we go, please?”

Wayne didn’t say anything else, but began pulling out of the driveway and back on to the main road. No words were exchanged between the two. Eddie kept his hood tucked tight over his head, and he refused to let his gaze leave the window. Wayne looked over at him a few times worriedly, unbeknownst to Eddie.

Halfway to the trailer park, Eddie’s eyes started drooping. He shuffled himself around a little bit to try and stay awake, but he wasn’t sure how well that was going to work out for him.

“M’sorry for calling so late, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Eddie said suddenly, sleep lacing his voice. He still didn't tear his sluggish gaze from the window.

“It’s okay. You can say goodbye to that. You’re safe now, Ed.”

Eddie relaxed further into the seats with that reassurance. He finally allowed his eyes to slip shut, letting the events of the day slip away. As long as he was with Wayne he’d be safe, and he allowed that thought to carry him into a peaceful sleep.

#good uncle wayne munson #wayne munson fan club #wayne munson #eddie munson #eddie's dad #stranger things #whumptober #whumptober day 3

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Whumptober 2022

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Day 2: Nowhere to Run

Cornered | Caged | Confrontation

The wind whistled outside the trailer, just loud enough to be heard over the Black Sabbath vinyl playing in the corner of his room. Eddie laid on his bed with a joint between his fingers, staring up at the ceiling in his own little world.

Wayne was out in the kitchen drinking his morning coffee and reading the paper. It was his first day off of work in a week and he wanted to soak it up as much as he could.

That was cut short by the sound of tires against the gravel outside the trailer.

Wayne got up from his seat and peeked out the blinds, his eyebrows furrowed as he watched Chief Hopper and a few other officers get out of their cars and walk up the steps to the trailer.

Eddie heard the knock on the door and stood up from his bed, taking a peek out of his own window. “Shit, oh shit!” He cursed when he saw the officers. He stubbed the joint out against his dresser and hid it in his sock drawer, then scrambled around the room trying to find a spot to hide his weed.

He heard Wayne open the door and greet the officers. He threw his leather jacket on and battle vest, shoving his keys into his pocket, then sneaked out of his room and into the bathroom.

“Wayne..” Jim began. It was obvious he didn’t want to be here doing this simply from the tone of his voice. “Someone reported your nephew for selling drugs. We’ve got a warrant for a search. Where’s his room?”

Wayne felt like he stopped breathing for a moment. “Drugs Jim, drugs? You really think Eddie’s sellin’ drugs?” His voice rose, and then brushed a frustrated hand down his face. “Last door down the hallway.”

Wayne followed them down the hallway and watched as they busted into Eddie’s room, already starting to tear the room apart. Jim walked up to Wayne. “Where’s Eddie?”

“He was here earlier, might’ve taken off when he saw your cars.”

Hopper hummed and turned. His eyes stopped on the bathroom door. Jim pointed at it and raised an eyebrow, Wayne shrugged.

Hopper knocked on the bathroom door with a sigh. “Come on out Eddie, hiding is just gonna make it worse for you.” When he didn’t receive an answer Hopper opened the door.

Eddie had himself half-way out of the window. “I don’t think so kid,” Hopper huffed, pulling him back in the room by the collar of his jacket. He landed awkwardly on his feet, and Hopper started shoving him back in the direction of his bedroom. He refused to look at Wayne.

“Alright so we’ve got marijuana, a bunch of white stuff, and we’re still looking. Wanna tell us what this is?” Callahan asked, waving the baggy of white powder at him. Eddie took note of the other officers tearing his room apart.

Eddie stayed silent, and Hopper gave him a little shove. “We’re gonna find out eventually but it’s easier if you tell us. Come on kid.”

“Where’d you find it?”

“The lunchbox.” Callahan gave it a little kick, Eddie sighed. Wayne wasn’t going to be impressed. “It’s Special K.”

Eddie heard Wayne make a noise behind him and then turn around and walk away. The door of the trailer slammed shut a minute later and Eddie jumped with it.

Thankfully, Eddie’s stock was very low so the only thing he had on him at the moment was weed and the Special K. Reefer Rick was supposed to have his supply ready in the next few days.

“Can’t find anything else in here. Go search his van.” Powell instructed, and a few officers brushed past Eddie. Suddenly Hopper had Eddie’s hands behind his back and was putting cuffs on him.

“What the hell, Hopper?” He asked incredulously, struggling against the cuffs.

“Just a precaution. If you were anyone else I would’ve put those on ages ago.” Hopper explained, and then pushed him towards the front door of the trailer.

Hopper was the one that took Eddie to Wayne when his father was arrested, and then was reunited with him when the Upside Down bullshit happened again. Hopper grew a soft spot for him like he did for the other kids.

He was pushed outside. The first thing he noticed was Wayne who was smoking a cigarette, probably to calm his nerves. He refused to look at Eddie, and that made a deep pit form itself in his stomach. He noticed also, the nosy neighbors on their steps looking at him in disgust. He caught Max watching from her window, she ducked when he looked her way.

God, he doesn’t even want to hear the rumors that are going to start about him.

The rest of the officers finished up and got back in their cars, drugs in tow to take to the station. Hopper walked Eddie over to his car and helped him into the passenger seat before walking back over to Wayne.

“How long is he going to be put away?” Wayne asked, he had started another cigarette.

“Usually it could be anywhere between 3 and 7 years-” Hopper began. Wayne put his head in his hands. “Dear god.”

“-But, I can pull a few strings and have him out for tomorrow evening.”

Wayne nodded his head in thought, he was focused on the same spot in the grass. “Okay.. okay.”

Hopper nodded his head. “Take care of yourself, Wayne,” he said and then went to his car.

Eddie was silent the entire ride to the station, and then again once he was put in the holding cell. He answered all the questions they asked of him, although he was quite mellow. He didn’t exactly want to face Wayne the next day because he knew that he would get chewed out, and Wayne has never chewed him out before. Hopper was true to his word and made a few calls, successfully waiving the whole thing. It didn’t take long for the next day to come and Wayne to come for Eddie.

He perked up from his spot in the cell at the sight of Wayne. His back was sore from the cot, and nearly went half crazy with the lack of things to keep him occupied. Hopper unlocked the cell and let him out. They went to leave, but Hopper stopped Eddie with an arm on his shoulder.

“You got lucky today. If I find out you’re selling more drugs, there will be no more exemptions. Consider this your first and final warning,” he told Eddie, and he nodded in understanding.

Him and Wayne left and went in Wayne’s ratty pick-up. When Wayne pulled out and continued on the road that’s when he spoke up.

“You could’ve gotten anywhere between 3 and 5 years in prison for that y’know. You just graduated high school Ed, prison woulda killed you,” Wayne scolded. Eddie looked at him.

“I’ve just been trying to save up money, this was the easiest way,” Eddie sighed, kicking his feet up on the dash.

“Eddie, I could've gotten you a job at the plant easily, you know that. You didn’t have to start selling drugs for Christ's sake,” his voice rose and Eddie felt himself sinking into the seat like a petulant child.

It was silent for a moment, and then Wayne began talking again.

“Have you ever sold drugs out of my trailer?” He asked.

Eddie picked up on the fact that he said my trailer, not our trailer or even the trailer. That hurt a lot. Eddie felt his throat tighten. When Eddie didn’t answer him Wayne looked over.

“Hmm, did you?” His voice rose more.

“Yeah,” Eddie answered, meek, refusing to meet Wayne’s eyes.

Wayne slammed his fist down on the center console, and Eddie took his feet off of the dash in surprise. He really fucked up this time.

Wayne went silent for the rest of the ride, and Eddie did his best to keep his emotions in check and not have a goddamn panic attack right in front of his uncle. He knew Wayne was right. It was very careless of him to sell drugs in general, let alone out of his uncle's trailer that he was allowing Eddie to live in. He could kick him out easily now that he’s an adult and graduated from school. He’s lucky that Hopper is back as chief, if it had been anyone else he’d be stuck behind bars for 3 to 7 years, just like his father. That thought makes another wave of emotion come over him. Eddie dedicated his life to being the complete opposite person his father was, and here he was selling illegal drugs out of his uncle's trailer.

Realistically, Eddie knew that Wayne would be over it in a few weeks. He’s not one known to get mad let alone hold a grudge, and as long as Eddie stayed true to his word and didn’t start dealing again that rule would stay the same.

Eddie stayed silent, and allowed his thoughts to overtake his mind for the rest of the drive home.

#eddie munson #wayne munson #stranger things #eddie's drug shenanigans #jim hopper #eddie's dad ( mentioned )#officer powell #officer callahan

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Day 1: A Little Out of the Ordinary

Adverse Effects | Unconventional Restraints | "This wasn’t supposed to happen.”

Eddie found himself slumping against his chair, a lazy smile worming its way onto his face as he watched the party crowd around and pump their arms in triumph. The campaign ran a little over seven hours, and it was nearing the time that Steve would be here to pick them up for their weekly sleepover at Casa Harrington.

He stood from his Dungeon Master’s seat and popped out a few muscles in his back, already reaching in his back pocket for a cigarette. Dustin made a face when he saw him take the stick out and place it behind his ear. Eddie resisted the urge to flip him off.

“It’s too hot in here, and your babysitter is going to be here soon anyway. C’mon.” He placed the cigarette precariously between his lips, and ushered the kids towards the exit. Eddie allowed them to leave first, whilst he went around blowing out candles and then joining them outside.

He lit the cigarette, and absentmindedly kicked some loose rubble around on the ground.

“Hey, Eddie?” Mike said. Eddie looked up at him. “What’s up Wheeler?”

“How long did it take you to plan that campaign?”

A smirk wedged its way onto his face. He took a puff from his cigarette before answering. “Too damn long. I nearly pulled my own hair out trying just to plan the damn thing.” Mike made a face. “I thought you liked planning the campaigns.”

Eddie let out a hum. “I do. My imagination is only so extensive though, so running out of ideas isn’t exactly a walk in the park. It’s like having writer's block.”

“Well, of course it’s like writer’s block, you write out your campaigns.” Dustin snarked, Eddie swatted him in the back of the head. “If you’re gonna be smart I’ll tell Harrington to make you walk home.”

Dustin rubbed the back of his head. “I’m right though!”

Eddie gave him a look before stubbing his cigarette out against the brick of the building, and putting the half-smoked stick behind his ear for later. Steve was to be there soon and he figured that he should at least make it easier for himself. He went back inside and started collecting the now cooled candles, placing them in a box. He continued to pack his books, dice, board, and anything else he had laid out for the campaign.

He awkwardly balanced the box on his knee to grab his keys, and then continued for the door which thankfully decided to stay open. He flicked the lights off and then exited. He had to balance the box on his knee again to lock the door, and he took note of the wheels pulling into gravel.

The kids all shuffled towards the car, Eddie noticed Max and Eleven, he gave them a quick nod. Steve rolled his window down, “When are you paying child support? I’m gonna get wrinkles before I see the paper in the mail.” He chuckled with a sly smirk. Eddie gasped in fake offence, his hand coming up to his chest. “You’re the breadwinner of this family, I think I should be the one expecting a check.” Eddie said.

Eddie looked into the backseat of the car. “Watch him, he’s been sassy,” he said, pointing his finger directly in Dustin’s direction. His eyebrows furrowed and he raised his arms in innocence. “I did nothing!”

Steve completely dismissed him. “It’s his tone, right?” Eddie nodded. “Yes! Glad I’m not the only one who’s aware of it.” Eddie said and then watched as Dustin sank himself into the cushion of the backseat.

Eddie adjusted the box in his arms with slight struggle, Steve watched him, amused. “Do you need any help with that?” Eddie dismissed him.

Steve eyed Eddie as tried to get a better grip on the box and nearly dropped the thing in the process. Steve hummed. “Yeah, I’m helping you.”

Eddie sighed in defeat and let Steve get out of his car. He took the box straight from Eddie’s arms and then walked over to his van. Steve set the box down in front of the trunk and watched as Eddie reached in his pocket for his keys.

Steve snorted at Eddie while he struggled to get the key into the lock of the van. Eddie eyed him in a way that said, “don’t test me.” He bent down to pick up the box that he had abandoned on the ground and just as he went to stand back up again the trunk popped open, hitting him square in the nose.

“Shit.” Eddie said instantly. He watched as the box of stuff fell back out of his arms and landed on the ground with a thud. In any other circumstance he’d probably deck Steve for being so careless with his stuff, but this is excusable.

Steve groaned and his eyebrows furrowed. His hand came up to cradle his nose when he felt the first gush of blood come out. Eddie stood there uselessly for a moment before his brain clicked back in and he scrambled to find something for Steve to put against his nose.

Steve leant himself against the edge of the van, already feeling himself grow lightheaded. His hand was pinching his nose tight but blood was still managing to escape.

Dustin had found himself growing restless in the car. He groaned, looking down at his watch and realized that it had been a few minutes since the two of them took off. He pushed himself out of the car and went around the side of Eddie’s van.

A gasp left Dustin’s mouth when he surveyed the scene. Steve leaned against the van, half conscious, whilst Eddie hung half out of the front seat, searching frantically for something. “What the hell did you do Eddie?!” Dustin shouted, alarmed. Eddie stuck his head back out from the van. “I didn’t do anything! Harrington’s an idiot.” He went back to rummaging through the van.

Dustin turned to Steve instead, quizzically. “What happened? Do I have to kill Eddie?” Dustin heard Eddie groan in annoyance from inside the van, and then his attention was back on Steve.

Steve’s eyes were squeezed shut, his eyebrows furrowed in pain. He choked on a cough suddenly, and Dustin watched in horror as he spat out blood.

“Shit, shit shit shit! Eddie hurry it up in there!” Dustin spoke frantically. “Hey, hey, Steve buddy. Lean forward, I don’t want you choking on your own blood.” He continued, pushing Steve to lean his head forward. A groan left Steve’s lips just as Eddie hopped out of the van.

“I couldn’t find anything inside but here, use this.” Eddie panted as he pulled the handkerchief out of his back pocket and gave it to Steve. Dustin turned to look at him instantly. “But that’s your-”

“I know.” Eddie cut him off, then ran a hand through his hair.

They stood in silence, both eyes on Steve to make sure he wasn’t gonna collapse at any moment.

“Shit, now we’re gonna have to cut a movie. Thanks, guys.” Dustin sighed, his hands coming up in the air dramatically.

“Well, this wasn’t exactly supposed to happen. My deepest apologies for trying to make sure Harrington doesn’t bleed out in the middle of this goddamn parking lot. Heaven forbid you have to cut one of your movies.” Eddie defended, voice rising in annoyance.

Dustin pushed himself up off the van and turned to Eddie. “I’ve been waiting for over a month to try and convince them to watch the movie, and now that they finally agree, we can’t watch it! I have a right to be upset.”

Eddie went to argue back, but Steve cut him off with a groan. “Shut up, m’ head hurts.”

Eddie huffed. “Go tell the others to get in the van, I don’t need Steve-o ruining his pretty pretty car with all that blood.”

Dustin scampered off, and Eddie came up beside Steve. “Sorry about your nose.” Steve snorted, and then his face twisted up in pain. Eddie had to restrain himself from laughing.

“It’s fine as long as it’s not broken, I’ll put your head on a stick if it’s broken.” he replied, his voice coming out nasally due to the lack of oxygen going through his nose.

Eddie put his hands up defensively. “Hey, you’re the one that didn’t look to see what you were doing. That could’ve been avoided.”

Eddie’s hand came up to Steve’s shoulder to gently guide him towards the passenger door. “Do not make me hit you,” Steve said pointedly, and allowed himself to be led.

The kids joined them in the van, and Eddie drove a little over the speed limit on the way to Steve’s house. He found himself looking over nervously at Steve to ensure he wasn’t going to die in the passenger seat of his van.

The blood stopped half-way there which eased Eddie’s nerves a little bit, but Steve was still covered in blood.

It was all over his face, and his hands. The sleeves of his yellow sweater were now crimson, and Eddie’s hanky went from having white skulls to red. The front of Steve’s shirt wasn’t as bad, it had a few stray drops of blood and fingerprint marks. Eddie thought about how expensive his shirt probably was, and now he’d have to scrap it.

Eddie frowned at that thought.

When they arrived at the Harrington household, Eddie made sure he stayed with Steve just in case he got too lightheaded. The rest of the kids shuffled their way in, making the house their own. Dustin trailed behind Steve and Eddie quietly.

“Y’know I don’t need a babysitter,” Steve joked when he noticed the two watching him like a hawk.

“I think you’re wearing half of the blood that was in your body, I beg to differ.”

Steve gave Eddie a look but didn’t say anything else.

Eddie doesn’t usually stay the night at these Harrington movie marathons. He usually has something better to do, like get high or plan next week's campaign. He didn’t know how he felt about Steve being the only semi-coherent adult watching over a group of rambunctious children, so he stayed.

Steve excused himself to the bathroom to get a shower, and probably to scrub the absolute hell out of his blood stained clothes. Eddie listened a little too closely to the shower from his spot on the couch, preparing himself to hightail it in there if he heard a thud.

Eddie didn’t realize how truly exhausted he was. His blinking started to get sluggish, but he didn’t even notice because he was too damn focused on the sound of the water in the shower.

He relaxed further against the couch, kicking his feet out and onto the arm of it. It got harder to stay awake, so he just decided to close his eyes for a moment. The sound of the kids having a hushed conversation in the other room just relaxed him further. He can’t go to sleep without some noise anymore.

He closed his eyes for a little bit too long, though, because before he knew it quiet snores were escaping his parted mouth. Steve was out of the shower clean of blood. His shirt was non-salvageable, though and he was kind of bummed out over it. The trunk really did a number on his nose, it was already a gnarly shade of purple and blue and swollen. It wasn’t broken, thankfully. Steve might’ve cried if it was broken. Once he came downstairs they all shuffled into the living room for movies. The kids had already raided his pantry and were all sat with bags of popcorn, chips, candy, chocolate and sugary drinks. Steve gathered blankets and pillows out of the linen closet, and then finally-finally allowed himself to sit down.

He noticed Eddie propped up in what looked to be a very uncomfortable position. His legs hung over the edge of the love seat, his arms crossed against his chest, and his back propped half-up by a stray throw pillow. Steve kind of wanted to wake him up just so he wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences of a sore back tomorrow.

He decided against it, and took a seat right next to Eddie instead. Dustin popped the movie into the VHS and they all sat back in their respective spots. Steve let Dustin play his movie first, because he might’ve had an aneurysm if he didn’t get to watch it. The movie was Back to the Future. Sure it’s a great movie, but they’ve all seen it plenty of times already and don’t want to have to endure it again. Dustin seems to have a weird sort of attachment to it, so Steve decided he could make an exception.

It didn’t take long for Steve to grow tired as well, he pulled the handle on the side of the love seat and the legs sprung out. The jerk from the couch caused Eddie to shift, and his head fell onto Steve’s shoulder. Steve froze, and then looked at the kids. They were too entranced in the movie to even notice the other two, so he allowed himself to sit back and get comfortable, careful not to jostle the sleeping person on his shoulder.

Sure, it was a little out of the ordinary to have Eddie Munson dead asleep on his shoulder after nearly breaking his nose, but Steve doesn’t mind, not at all. It felt domestic, his house was too barren and quiet without anyone around. It made him feel uneasy, it made him feel alone. Maybe that's partially why he has the kids at his house all the time. His parents are never around to fill the empty void. Even when they’re present, it's only physically, not emotionally. Never emotionally.

So he fell asleep with Eddie’s head resting on his shoulder, and a soft smile on his face from the domesticity of it all.

#whumptober 2022 #whumptober day 1 #stranger things #steve x eddie #dustin henderson #steve harrington #eddie munson #max mayfield #mike wheeler #will byers #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #eleven hopper #the party #nose bleeds #blood and injury

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clerifik · 2 years

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the outsiders headcanons !

( amusement park edition )

darry:

- he ends up taking them once the fair is in town because he’s the oldest.

- absolutely refuses to go on anything, even looking at them makes him feel sick.

- he ends up sitting on the bench the whole time and holding people’s drinks, and food and bags and stuff.

sodapop:

- he’s so excited that he’s literally vibrating in his seat.

- darry stares at him worriedly.

- he ends up giving himself a migraine because he’s screaming the whole time.

- he’s literally just a big kid.

- he’s literally just dragging everyone around and onto rides excitedly.

- practically begs darry on his hands and knees to buy cotton candy.

- he’s so tired that he falls asleep on the drive home.

ponyboy:

- petrified.

- he gets on one spinny ride and he throws up so hard he’s seeing stars.

- the whole time he’s leaning against darry or the trash can.

- he literally can’t even look at the ride or he’ll get sick again.

- no like really, it happened twice.

- darry tries to get him to eat or drink something but he absolutely cannot.

- he’s sat next to dally on the drive home, and he’s petrified of pony puking on him.

- “pony man, if you puke on me I’ll skin you”

- they had to pull over twice.

- long story short, carnivals aren’t for ponyboy.

johnny:

- he mostly ends up on rides with dally, but he realizes instantly that it’s a very bad idea.

- “look how rusted this is man, it’s gonna fall apart at any second” “dally please stop”

- everyone he gets on the rides with purposely shakes it or moves it and johnny is like 😥 the whole time.

- he loves rollercoasters and I stand by that.

- he drank so many slushies that he almost got sick.

- also ends up falling asleep on the drive home.

dally:

- I literally have no clue how he didn’t die.

- literal definition of adrenaline junkie.

- he refused to buckle up on rides that had bars.

- “if it got a bar holding me in why do I need the buckle?”

- lowkey harasses the workers to make the rides go faster.

- the amount of times he literally almost flew out of a ride because he refuses to sit properly should be illegal.

- we all know he didn’t pay.

- he found a bracelet on the ground and stole it, they didn’t ask questions.

- keeps talking about how broken and old rides are just to freak people out, pretty sure he almost made johnny have a panic attack.

- he’s definitely the kind of person to not hold on and get thrown around the ride.

- johnny ends up falling asleep, slumped on his shoulder on the drive home

steve:

- I bet he’s one of the workers.

- makes the rides go insanely fast when the gang gets on.

- ridicules dally when he realizes that he took his buckle off, and starts talking about how he could get fired if he died.

- literally leaves people on the rides for 15 minutes & they’re all falling over when they get off.

- doesn’t care if people have bracelets or tickets, he just lets them on anyway.

two-bit:

- he literally only goes for food, and to fuck around with people.

- bullies darry into buying him food.

- wastes all of his money on carnival games.

- ends up winning a mickey mouse plush & he loses his shit over it.

- he slipped the worker a 10 to make the ride go faster when ponyboy was on it.

#the outsiders #ponyboy curtis #darry curtis #sodapop patrick curtis #johnny cade #dallas winston #steve randle #two bit mathews #greasers #the outsiders headcanons

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