Okay, I really don't remember season 3 Hilson being so crazy. It's literally like.. I'm jealous of you speaking to the pretty nurse, I bring up the fact that you have had 3 marriages and when they fall apart you always come to me, we go on a spontaneous gay road trip together with a dude I revived from a vegetative stage for a day, you cover for me creating a fake alibi (pretending we are a couple who swing??) whilst I help the dude to commit suicide, you lie to the cops for me covering up my forgery, you continue breaking the law for me, our adoptive kids did good protecting me but one of them tells you I messed up a case because of withdrawal from opioids, you finally betray me and make a deal to make me go to rehab because you can't stand to enable my addiction anymore.....
imagine having a red string of fate and then constantly saying that it’s NOT it’s just a spiritual device come ON guys i swear it’s not gay it’s for PROTECTION
“time flies, messy as the mud on your truck tires. now i'm missing your smile. hear me out. we could just ride around and the road not taken looks real good now and it always leads to you and my hometown."
It took a long time for Eddie Munson to know anything about love. He didn’t really experience a lot of it in the first part of his life. But now, at 30, Eddie knows what love is.
It was his mother teaching him to play the guitar on a little, out of tune, acoustic; taking the brunt of his father’s anger; working two jobs so Eddie had food and clothes when his father was put away for good.
It was Uncle Wayne taking in an 11-year-old kid when he hadn’t wanted children, was uninterested in fatherhood. It was Uncle Wayne working doubles and nights at the plant to make sure Eddie was fed and safe. It was Uncle Wayne’s gruff ways falling to softness for the big-eyed, touched starved kid in his care. It was Uncle Wayne being the parent Eddie always needed.
It is The Party having set days and times to call when he’s on the road; to share their lives and check in. To make sure he’s good, even though he still thinks of them as little kids, doesn’t think they should worry.
It’s Will and El penning handwritten letters nearly once a week, and him replying—by hand—every time.
It’s Dustin Henderson calling to talk about DnD whenever the mood strikes, which is always.
It’s Nancy and Robin taking stealth Polaroids of Steve, sending them in batches, with bitchy captions about Steve’s sweaters and dumb hair.
It’s the patience and care Jonathan uses when photographing Eddie and the band, working on a coffee table book with them to showcase the best of their visual work. It’s Argyle keeping him supplied in all the Purple Palm Tree Delight he could ever ask for.
It’s Jim Hopper’s regular calls to talk music. To hear what Eddie’s working on and get dishy insider gossip (a fact which Hop will vehemently deny).
It’s Joyce Hopper sending him care packages every month when he’s touring, filled with cookies, books, CDs, and warm sweaters when Joyce think he looks too cold in tabloid pictures.
It’s Uncle Wayne buying every coffee mug that reminds him of Eddie and sending them across the globe to wherever his nephew happens to be, wanting to give him a piece of home.
It’s Steve Harrington.
Steve Harrington full stop.
Steve who put Eddie’s dream before his own happiness. Steve who hyped Eddie up even as it took them further apart. Steve’s closet shrine (it was a shrine, despite Steve’s very earnest justifications otherwise). Steve who—after Eddie spent a few weeks away recording a solo album—converted the unused dining room into a fully operational, soundproofed, recording studio. Steve who carried him out of literal hell and spent weeks with him in the hospital. Who invited him to stay when Eddie needed their family the most. Steve who always looks at him with such reverent care, even now, even five years in.
Eddie Munson knows what love is because Steve Harrington shows him every goddamn day.
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The final chapter of Tis the Damn Season is up on ao3!