Young Carlos

This Eddie aesthetic is so pretty

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Lando Norris

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Same!!! I always have this thought in my head of Wayne telling eddy’s girlfriend or Dustin or just a friend “His mothers dead. And his father is in prison for putting her in the ground.”

!!!!!!!!!!!! that dialogue!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tell the duffers they're out of a job and all it took was a fuckin sentence

i can just imagine like. eddie doesn't talk about his family or his past. just wayne. just his life after ten years old or so.

you don't ask about it. the one time you did he got uncharacteristically quiet. his face totally fell and he got really pale. like all the life just completely drained from him.

"i don't like talking about it," was all he said.

so you avoid the subject.

then one day you're chillin at the house (wayne was able to upgrade after the earthquake) when you find a family picture. they're rare, since what few photos wayne had were mostly lost when the upside down became the right side up, but you can tell this one was salvaged. it's of a younger wayne and a dark-haired woman, sitting at a table. in her arms is an infant with a stark patch of black curls.

"that's julia."

wayne startles you, the way he can always move around so quietly. he walks up next to you and lifts the photo from its place on the bookshelf, holding it so you can get a better look.

"eddie's mom."

"... what happened to her?"

wayne takes you into the kitchen and makes the two of you some coffee. he sets with the photo between the two of you on the table, silent for a while as he finds the words.

"julie was a good woman," he tells you. "had a kind heart. too kind. fell in with my bastard brother thinkin' she could fix him. all he did was beat her blind. when eddie was ten, she was gonna leave. move 'em to chicago. rob found out and wouldn't have none of it. beat her so bad she was unrecognizable. neighbors called the cops, rob was arrested, and julia died in the hospital. i thank god every day that eddie was asleep and didn't have to see none of it."

you notice that wayne's hand is shaking, so you take it to steady him. he grips you so hard your circulation threatens to stop.

"i loved julia like a sister. and she loved her little boy. he's the reason that sick son of a bitch will rot in prison for the rest of his life. went and testified in front of a whole courtroom about the abuse his father did to him. was only eleven."

both of you are weeping at this point. unbeknownst to you, eddie lingers in the hall, listening to his uncle's retelling and biting back his own tears.

"he grew up into a good man. got his mother's soul. handsome as the devil like his father without the evil behind his eyes. smart as a whip, too."

eddie clears his throat. you whirl around, swallowing thickly when you meet his eye. he smiles, the expression half-formed and broken at the edges, and joins you at the table.

"it's okay," he whispers. his voice is choked. "i'm okay."

a few weeks later he takes you to her grave. you bring flowers, and he introduces you to her as if she can actually hear him. maybe she can. the spot is so peaceful, you can almost imagine her sitting there with you, kissing your cheeks and welcoming you into her little corner of bliss.

you and eddie visit julia every year on her birthday after that. you pack a picnic, and eddie brings his guitar and you a book, and you spend the day there. he shares memories of her - how she taught him to sew, how she had the most beautiful singing voice, how her pancakes are still the best he's ever had.

it isn't too many years until you're holding a dark-haired infant of your own, propping her up in your lap as you settle into the blanket for another annual picnic. the little girl giggles as she reaches for her father, tugging locks of his mane and grasping at the guitar pick dangling from his neck (he chuckles when she puts it in her mouth).

you lean in close to the headstone and whisper, so only you and the universe can hear:

"her name is julia."

ok but can we talk about how obviously touch starved eddie munson is?

his dad obviously isn’t winning any father of the year awards, and his mom is either dead or gone, and wayne— although he loves eddie— doesn’t seem the type to be overly physically affectionate.

pair this with the fact that eddie has almost always been the weird kid. first he was the kid with the dead or deadbeat mom. the kid from the trailer park, who wore crappy hand-me-down clothes and smelled like cigarette smoke. the kid whose dad taught him to hotwire cars. then he was the kid with a buzzcut who played in a weird “satanic” band and played an even weirder satanic boardgame. then he was the teen who sold drugs, who got detention, who failed senior year twice.

and he’s always been the kid who was bullied. pushed down on the playground. beaten up in the locker rooms. dunked in toliets. nearly run off the road by rich popular kids when he was just trying to walk home to the trailer park. (wayne ends up buying the van from an old friend just to keep eddie a little safer.)

so when he finally makes a few friends, finds a few other outcast souls, he gloms onto them. he doesn’t even realize it half the time, but he’s always slapping gareth and jeff— then mike and dustin— on the back, slinging his arms over their shoulders, ruffling their hair. and sometimes they push him away, roll their eyes, annoyed by his antics, and he has to hide his hurt with another joke and quick smile.

he would be even worse with someone he had romantic feelings for. even if at first he thinks he doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t want to ruin your friendship, whatever, he still wouldn’t be able to stop himself from touching you. tapping your arm to get your attention, letting his fingers linger. playing with your hair, your clothes. knee and thigh pressed into yours while the two of you sit on the couch passing a joint.

and once the two of you actually confess your feelings? game over.

now he’s always holding your hand, leaning into your space. pressing kisses to your fingers, your hair, your mouth, anywhere he can reach. makes you sit on his lap any chance he gets, and half the time it’s not even sexual, he just wants you close. needs you close.

and every time you reciprocate— every time you lean your head on his shoulder while watching a movie, or interwine your fingers with his, or let him be the little spoon, or coax him to lie on the couch with his head in your lap so you can massage his scalp and run your fingers through his hair— eddie feels like crying. feels like he’s going to wake up any moment because this has to be a dream…

anyway…. just thinking some thoughts™️

How do you see chubby!bucky’s body in your mind?

James Buchanan Barnes, aka Bucky, is an impressive six foot four (and half).

He has long, luscious chestnut hair that curls around the nape of his neck. He usually wears it in a low bun and he loves for you to play with his hair. And it almost always smells like your conditioner because he has a habit of using your products instead of his own.

Bucky has bright crystal blue eyes that seem to notice every single detail about you. They're so expressive, it's always so obvious when he wants you or when he's excited about anything.

He doesn't like to shave so he always has stubble on his round cheeks, if not a full beard. He's constantly blushing because of something you said or the way you looked at him. His deep, smooth voice is usually mumbling your name under his breathe whenever you do something to bring that blush out.

And he has the habit of biting his bottom lip, always leaving indents behind that you like to trace with your fingertip while he smiles down at you.

His biceps are massive from carting around sacks of flour and heavy kitchen equipment. He has a broad, toned chest with a grey surrealistic tattoo that wraps around his right shoulder and goes down to his wrist. It makes his right arm look as stunning as his vibranium one.

Bucky has a soft, round belly that's perfect for sleeping on, thick yet firm in the best way. There's a small happy trail that leads to a very impressive package surrounded by a pair of thick, hair covered thighs.

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