#wayne munson headcanon

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Summary: Eddie has a gf and the reader has been his best friend forever and is practically his sister. They don't have feelings for each other and this gf is really good to him and all his friends but what happens when she is rude to Wayne?

Eddie introduced his new girlfriend, Juliet, to you and hellfire about three months ago and she seems great. He was nervous to introduce you to her if he's being honest, you two have been best friends since kindergarten and your opinion has always been important to him but Juliet seemed like a great fit for him and she was so sweet to everyone so you pulled back, but something about her rubs you wrong. You just can't put your finger on it.

Eddie called you asking if you would come over for dinner tonight, "I'm introducing Juliet to Wayne and I really want you here for support." Of course you agreed and you arrived early to help make dinner.

Just as you and Wayne are plating dinner up Juliet arrives, Eddie hurries to the door and greets her with a kiss on the cheek before he grabs her hand and pulls her to his side to introduce her to Wayne.

Everyone knows how important Wayne is to Eddie, everyone knows how important Wayne is to you and the other members of hellfire. Apparently Juliet didn't get that memo.

Wayne wipes his hands and sends you a reassuring smile before going over to greet Juliet. He sticks his hand out for a handshake and sends a warm smile her way to only be greeted with a grimace look that she hides well from everyone but the older Munson. He takes a step back and clears his throat. "Dinner is all ready, Eddie told me about your allergy so there is no need to be worried about eating" Wayne is really trying for Eddie, you can tell this in the tone he is using but you can also tell by his body language he is not liking Juliet at all.

Everyone sits in the snug kitchen area to eat and all is going well until Eddie leaves the table and you go over to do the dishes.

Juliet looks Wayne up and down before scoffing, the entire incident happens so quickly you can't really recall it all. You overhear Juliet say something along the lines of Wayne not being a real father so she isn't concerned about his opinion. Your ears started to ring after hearing this and your body moves without thinking, so does Eddie's.

"What did you just say?" Your voice booms through the entire trailer, honestly it could've rang throughout the entire trailer park for all you cared. Juliet scoffs again before repeating what she said, before she could finish the sentence Eddie is ushering her out of the trailer. "This is done." He states leaving no room for questioning. As he is making sure she is completely gone you check on Wayne.

The poor man looks so defeated. You reassure as much as you can that she wasn't for Eddie, that he didn't ruin anything, that he is a father. Eddie rushes back into the trailer and throws himself into Wayne's chest, squeezing the poor man into a death grip of a hug. "You are the most important, most amazing, my only, my favorite father ever." Again Eddie states this leaving no room for questioning. You see Wayne's body relax for the first time in hours and he tightens his grip on Eddie before the two of them pull you into their hug. The three of you enjoy your little family just as it is for the moment.

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagines #eddie and wayne fluff #eddie and wayne munson #wayne munson headcanon #wayne munson imagine #wayne munson #stranger things imagines #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fluff #stranger things x reader

[munson-memories]

In case you didnt know, these are waist chain handcuffs not regular handcuffs.

hed probably wear it as a belt or accessory but im of the belief that eddie is some variation of a theatre kid, (i have extended opinions on this but thats not for here), I also headcanon he likes to make movies with his friends (maybe even enter film festivals)

so i like to think he got the cuffs from somewhere like that originally and kept them as decoration.

(This isnt an attempt to prove the handcuffs theory wrong, i fully support that theory too)

#eddie munson #uncle wayne munson #eddie and wayne munson #eddie munson headcannon #eddie munson blurb #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #stranger things headcanons #wayne munson headcanon #eddie munson x reader #stranger things angst #wayne munson

[pollenallergie]

You and Eddie get high and have serious, deep conversations about life while hanging upside down on that geometric dome climber near the front of the trailer park. Wayne gets home from work and finds you two still out there talking each other’s ears off. So, he sneaks over to see what you and his nephew are talking about, assuming that it’s serious, given your pensive expressions. However, by then, your conversations have evolved into utter nonsense. Granted, you still find the current, nonsensical topics to be of the utmost importance due to your current highs and, thus, treat them with the same care as your earlier discussion topics. So, when Wayne finally gets close enough to hear what you’re talking about, he discovers that you and Eddie are having an in-depth discussion about whether or not there’s sexual tension between Bugs Bunny and Elmer Fudd.

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[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

For everyone who wants to hug Wayne Munson // gn!reader // you're dating Eddie & friendly with his bestest uncle💖

Imagine waking up at four or five in the morning so that you have plenty of time to cook Eddie and Wayne some PROPER food. You're up so early so that Wayne will be able to walk in to a hot meal, and some others already cooled and away in the freezer and fridge.

Eddie wakes up to an empty bed at around six (he can't sleep without you) and walks in to a chaotic kitchen; you, wearing your pyjamas, with multiple pots and pans on the go, some dirty dishes in the sink, some stuff on the draining board, some food already out in containers, cooling. You have a cool and level head and Eddie doesn't dare disturb you. He doesn't know what you're doing, so he just grabs some coffee and sits down on the one stool at the counter to watch you.

A half hour ticks passed before you turn off the hob, stepping back to see what needs to be done. You drain water from some pots, scoop sauces and meats out from others, portions things out in containers... Eddie's getting dizzy just watching you and he marvels at what you're doing (in reality, you only have three or four pots on the go, but you're picking them up, putting them down, swanning over here, grabbing this thing from here, and he can't keep track of you).

When you're all done and there are twelve some containers stacked on the side, Eddie comes up behind you and wraps his arm around your waist, kissing you good morning and snuggling into your neck. "What - is all this, babe? How long have you been up?"

"Got up at four. Wanted to cook you and Wayne some meals so you didn't have to have microwaved stuff all the time. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I just - "

Eddie leaves your embrace and you think you've done something wrong but then hands are on you and lips are kissing yours and you melt into each other. "You are something else, Y/N." The reverence in Eddie's voice matches the stars in his eyes as he pulls away from you. "Talk to me," He makes a vague hand gesture towards the food, and you list out all the dishes you made him and his uncle.

"I made enough for four days' meals for the two of you, if you both eat one three times a day. Or you could freeze some." You shrugged. "I don't know, I just... want you to be happy, safe and healthy."

Eddie does his best to help you with the washing, drying and putting away, and by the time seven rolls around and Wayne strolls in home, you and Eddie are mostly done and just about to divide the food between the fridge and the freezer.

Wayne stops and you can almost track his thought process by the way he takes in the food, looks at you, looks at Eddie, looks at the sink, and sighs heavily. "What're you kids up to?"

Eddie shook his head, curls flying like lightning. "Nope, nope, this is aaaaall Y/N! Been up since four this morning making us," he gestured between himself and Wayne with a finger, "food for the next four days." His voice has an upwards lilt as he draws out the 'four', thinking on his feet. "Wants us happy."

Wayne freezes.

His eyes land on you for long enough that you grow to be slightly uncomfortable. You can't read his gaze, the set of his jaw, the way his thumb and forefinger rub together.

Finally, when you can't take it anymore. "Uhh, Eddie...?" I think I broke your uncle.

Eddie chuckles, grabs your hand and squeezes it. "Give him a second, sweetheart."

His boy's voice shakes him out of his reverie and Wayne holds his arms out to you, "Thanks for taking care o'my boy an' me. Dunno where we'd be without ya'."

You can almost hear Eddie's smile, flushing at being called Wayne's son, and you step forward, accepting the embrace. You squeeze your arms around the red and blue plaid shirt and Wayne ducks his head, leaning into the hug with you. He's warm, smells of the plant he works in, and you can feel his exhaustion. A few moments tick past, long enough for Eddie to come forward and rest his head against Wayne's shoulder in a half-hug (and the hand that was on your back moves to ruffle Eddie's hair), and the phrase, welcome to the family crosses your mind.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #wayne munson #wayne munson headcanon #stranger things 4

[ymaohoh]

Chrissy and Wayne bonding headcanons?

Ooooo great ask @astreinomane! Thank you.

I think Chrissy and Wayne have such potential to be a seriously cute duo.

It would start slow at first. Wayne is understandably protective of his nephew and knows he's got a habit of finding trouble (or trouble finding him). He meets Chrissy and see's this super-pretty popular girl from a rich well-to-do family and worries she's using Eddie for some cliché 'get back at daddy' rebellion, you know? And he doesn't want Eddie's feelings to get hurt as a result.

He talks to Eddie about this and warns him to be careful. Eddie tells him he will (but every time he looks at Chrissy he's wearing full on puppy-dog eyes and his heart is balancing on his sleeve. He's not careful in the slightest but that's classic Eddie).

He even talks to Chrissy about this one morning when Eddie is still asleep (he's back from a nightshift and she's an early bird). They share some coffee and he gently tries to untangle who she is. To his relief she puts his mind at ease (her back shiny/shoulders straight/eyes honest) and tells him she's crazy about his nephew and swears she will never hurt him.

From then on Chrissy becomes a part of the family. He doesn't see her much because of his work shifts but it becomes part of his routine when he comes home and they share coffee or breakfast. He finds himself missing her when she's not there and the trailer feels small without her smiles and laughter (she makes Eddie laugh too and that's great in Wayne's book).

He does little quiet things so Chrissy feels more comfortable at their home. He cooks bigger portions of dinner (he's noticed her lack of appetite), makes sure the toilet seat's left down, buys her favorite brand of cereal. (He notices Chrissy doing little things too - lining her shoes up neatly by the door, washing up, she knits him a blanket for the couch for those chilly winter evenings).

He doesn't mind her staying over so much as he guesses her home life is complicated but he has The Conversation with Eddie about sex and protection and boundaries (lots of blushes and nervous coughing). Eddie tells him he wants to do everything right with Chrissy and she's his future - he's not going to mess it up. Wayne sometimes hears them when they think he's asleep or not home yet and he does the gentlemanly move of buying ear plugs (they're kids, after all. He remembers being their age).

He appreciates how good Chrissy is for Eddie. She's tutoring him in English and showing up for all his gigs. She really cares about him. He tells her she can call him just Wayne (and not Mr Munson anymore) and she does so with a beaming smile.

He reminds his nephew about valentines cards, prom corsages, finds him a suit for graduation. For Eddie's sake - as well as Chrissy's.

He invites Chrissy to join them for Thanksgiving and they sit together with TV dinners watching movies and playing board games (he teaches her poker). He's there to help when her parents kick her out and makes her favorite dinner. When they grow up and leave Hawkins, Wayne helps them move and they invite him over for Christmas and all the other holidays too.

When Wayne finally meets a women he likes Chrissy speaks to him on the phone about it and he laughs, telling her 'he's still got some moves' but he finds himself ironing his old shirt just like she suggested.

Chrissy asks him to walk her down the aisle when his nephew pops the question. Her own dad isn't coming (none of her family are). Wayne tells her awkwardly she's real pretty and takes her arm like it's the greatest honor ever and Chrissy thanks him for always being there - he finds himself crying just then.

He cries again when they have their own kids and he's 'Pops' and 'Grandaddy'. He looks at Eddie sometimes and remembers the 8-year old kid that was dumped on his doorstep and is proud of him. He looks at Chrissy too and see's the shy, nervous, skinny kid who would say sorry for sneezing and is so proud of the amazing woman she's become.

When Wayne passes he leaves all his stuff to Eddie, but he leaves his coffee mug collection (a mug from every state) to Chrissy who always smiled when she looked at them.

Excuse me, I've got some dust in my eyes...

EDIT: (I just wanted to quickly edit and recommend 'Duality' by @broomclosetkink - it's actually a body swap AU but the last few chapters have such WONDERFUL Chrissy/Wayne interactions. He's a proper cutie to her and takes her under his wing!)

#hellcheer #chrissy x eddie #edssy #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #hellcheer headcanons #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham x eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #hellcheer fanfic #chrissy and eddie #eddissy headcannons #eddissy fanfiction #ymaohoh #wayne munson #wayne munson headcanon #he shows Chrissy what a caring parental figure looks like

[xxforestfairyxx]

The Time Before - Eddie's Movies

260 words

an: hey!!! life's been pretty crazy with exams and everything, and since I haven't posted in a while, here's a little fluff for you all! I've been obsessed with all the Godzilla and Kong movies recently, and wanted to put something in here because I think it fits Eddie so well! Hope you enjoy!

cw: fluff, slight mentions of child abuse

================================================Eddie had never gotten the chance to watch many movies at his former house; when his father was home, he would hog the tv, caring only to watch football games. The second time Eddie was placed in Wayne's care, Wayne decided to rent as many movies as he could that seemed like they would interest his nephew. Wayne laid them all on the shelf below the coffee table in careful piles.

Eddie had been quiet so far into his stay, much like the first time he was brought to Wayne, only much more enclosed, enveloped in himself. Wayne barely saw him leave his room, seeing it as a protective barrier from his brother's actions.

After they had finished dinner one night three weeks into Eddie's stay, Wayne suggested they put on a movie. "You go pick. They're all underneath the coffee table," he suggested. Eddie walked into the living room and picked the first one on the stack. He wasn't very interested at first, but once the opening scene of Godzilla vs. Megalon started, he was sucked in.

Practically attached to the movies, he spent the next two days watching every movie he could find. Godzilla, King Kong, and the Universal Monsters became his companions over the warm summer when his hair finally started to grow back out. Boris Karloff was his idol, and he even received a poster that has been tacked on his wall since his 12th birthday.

He wouldn't admit it until years later, but he cried at Kong's death at the end of King Kong (1976).

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[byler-alarmist]

The way I know Wayne Munson would not be homophobic, as he is wearing blue and yellow 💛💙💛💙

#wayne munson #wayne munson hc #wayne munson headcanon #st headcanons #st hc #byler memes #byler tumblr #blue meets yellow in the west #when blue meets yellow in the west #st color theory #st4 rewatch #uncle wayne #st 4

[sofiiel]

Uncle Wayne being secretly in love with Eddie's mom, they had a few late night flings whenever she'd have a break-up with Eddie's dad. Which often happened, sometimes in the form of short 'breaks'.

The guilt of what he was secretly doing behind his brother's back eventually became too much, and Wayne puts an end to it.

But then, some time after their last intimate night together, Eddie's Mom is pregnant. It's within the time frame of her fooling around with Wayne, but his brother doesn't know that.

His brother thinks the kid is his, and he has no reason to suspect anything. Eddie's born, and he looks just like his mother. Wayne sits quietly watching the couple from a short distance.

When he is finally offered to hold baby Eddie, the newborn is crying up a storm. But Wayne's heart is instantly filled with love for him, he knows he is his kid as Baby Eddie opens his eyes and peers into Wayne's gaze.

Baby Eddie stops crying as he watches Wayne's face and listens to the sound of his voice. Wayne speaks softly to his new "nephew" and welcomes him into the world, vowing to always watch over him.

However, when Eddie's Mom marries Wayne's brother, it hurts a little too much. While Wayne tries to stay around, eventually he takes a trucking job. He is still able to visit Eddie, his brother and the woman he still loves deeply, but no longer has to face the hurt every day.

His brother is still oblivious, but Eddie's Mom does all she can to talk Wayne into staying. Her new husband isn't the fatherly sort and more than anything.... she's realized too late that she was in love with Wayne as well.

Now she feels trapped in marriage to a man who is nothing more than a friend.

Wayne leaves, he often visits and always sends Eddie and his mom hats and mugs from his travels across the states. He writes letters for Eddie to read when he gets older, and calls on the phone to chat once Eddie is old enough to listen and reply.

This continues for years until Eddie's mother falls ill. She can't be saved, and Wayne rushed back home after getting a letter from her. The letter held her love confession and all her regrets.

Wayne arrives back in Hawkins too late, he wanders the hospital to find a nine-year-old Eddie alone in the waiting room. Eddie is glad to see is "uncle" and hugs him. He's scared, and he doesn't understand why no one is telling him things.

Eventually, Wayne's Brother exits the room, he looks as if he's in another world and glares knives at Wayne. Wayne's heart feels painful, he knows she's gone. And he knows even though the relationship had become rocky, his brother did love her.

What Wayne didn't know was that she'd told him about the flings and had DNA testing done. She'd given the results to Wayne's brother. He held them clenched in one fist now.

Wayne attempts to comfort his brother and gets pushed back by the angry, broken man. His brother rages and swears as he hits at Wayne.

The nurses threaten to call security, but Wayne calmly talks them down.

Then he reaches out and draws his brother into a hug. Arms latched on as if to never let go. Wayne's brother begins to weep over his shoulder, clinging to his big brother.

Wayne doesn't say anything and lets him sob.

It doesn't last long, Wayne's brother gives him a shove that nearly knocks him to the ground and pushes the paper into his chest.

Wayne looks to Eddie, who is still waiting in quiet confusion.

"What about Eddie?" Wayne calls.

His brother says nothing and leaves through the doors.

Wayne tucks the paper away, he can look at it later, right now he had to tell Eddie the horrific news. And as the boy denies it and exclaims over and over that it's a lie, demanding to see his mom. Wayne stays to remain his pillar and just as he had for his brother, Wayne envelopes Eddie into a hug and carries his tears.

Eventually, when all matters are settled and the funeral is done, Wayne reads the paper, the DNA results. He's Eddie's dad. But he's not the father Eddie knew, even if they were close enough.

Wayne talks with his brother and the two comes to a rocky agreement to raise Eddie together. However, Wayne is not to tell Eddie the truth.

The death of his wife caused Wayne's brother to spiral in darkness, and eventually it leads to incarceration. Wayne would have to raise the 13yo Eddie alone.

But it goes better than either could ever imagine, and Wayne looks after Eddie like the father he is.

Until 86.

Wayne refurbished the ruined trailer, keeping Eddie's room the way he would have liked it, and Wayne would wait every day in front of the home with a nice cold beer for his son when he'd find his way home.

He worked extra shifts to buy back his old trucking rig, which he'd sold to a family friend to provide for Eddie. Wayne would need that truck so he could stay on the move with Eddie until the boy's name was cleared.

He had everything planned because he was coming home.

But months turned into years, and eventually Wayne surrenders. He can't stand the sight of Hawkins anymore and with a shattered heart he takes up trucking again.

Wayne lives in his truck, working nonstop because if he slows down he can feel all the pain. All the broken pieces.

And then, one hopelessly rainy night, Wayne comes across a hitchhiker. He looks homeless and dons a head of curly brown hair cut short, it's uneven everywhere as if he'd chopped it himself, and it was slowly growing out wonky.

His clothing is tattered by many rips, and he is soaked to the core.

The man asks for a ride, Wayne's hardly afraid and lets the young man climb in.

His voice shocks Wayne first as he goes to thank him, and as Wayne turns to look at who he'd let in his truck, the man speaks in an exhausted tone.

"Thanks man, you know my uncle was a trucker, Had a truck just like this, I'm trying to get bac-"

As the man looks into Wayne stunned face, his mouth snaps shut and his lips quiver.

"Well, I'll be da-" Wayne's works don't finish either as he arms lung out.

Eddie reaches towards the hug and just as he had many years ago, Wayne carried all his tears.

Wayne stops at a diner and gets Eddie fed, he rents a room at a motel, so Eddie can wash up and have a good night's sleep.

Eddie often wakes up and peers around to make sure Wayne's really there. When he sees his face through the dark, he settles back to sleep.

Wayne can see Eddie is clearly traumatized, and the two continue trucking around the states until Eddie is ready and confident about going home.

This day comes when the case of The Bone Snapper is closed and, thanks to Nancy Wheeler, Eddie's name is cleared.

Once back in Hawkins and given an official apology as well as an honorary, be it official, diploma, Eddie slowly falls into the swing of things again. Just happy to be among his friends.

Wayne tries to make better memories in their home. Eddie's got a job at the auto shop. Wayne's still at the plant. They're back to bowling every Wednesday, and Eddie's still kind of awful at it.

One day, Corroded Coffin gets their big break.

Eddie's going on tour and for a long time.

So Wayne sits him down and in his hand the slightly crumpled paper. Wayne shows the old DNA results to Eddie and explains everything. Wayne braces himself for Eddie's ire. Surely he'd be furious that this kind of secret had been kept from him.

Though Eddie simply chuckles and goes to his room, he opens a shoebox, pulls out an envelope and returns to Wayne.

You'd see his mother wrote Eddie a letter aswell, in fact she wrote him two. One explained how much she loved him, that one day she wouldn't be around physically but still in his heart, she told him her hopes and dreams for him, and she told him to promise:

"You won't open the second letter until you're 18"

However, Eddie hadn't thought about the second letter until he was 19. Even then, he only remembered after coming across it while doing some spring-cleaning and changing his room around.

That letter told him everything.

He'd known all this time.

"You were kinda my dad before I knew you were." Eddie says.

"Not just in the biological part, but just in normal everyday shit." He adds with a smile.

Eddie holds up the paper Wayne had given him, a grin on his face.

"This just means I can call you Pops from now on," he chuckles.

Meanwhile, Wayne's in an eternal battle not to cry. He gives Eddie's shoulder a pat, "well, you have fun out there." His says as Eddie gathers his things, heading out the door.

Wayne walks him to the van and watches him climb inside.

Eddie shuts the door when Wayne calls out to him.

Silence lingers for a beat as Wayne watches the boy he raised.

Then with a smile, he lifts his hand in a lazy wave, "proud of you, son."

#wayne munson #eddie munson #wayne munson headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #short story kinda? #I dunno it was in my head #based off of uncle charlie from peaky blinders sort of #....he and wayne give me sorta the same vibe

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Wayne has a ceramic mug with a little smiley face on the front it. Eddie gave it to him as a gift when they spent their first Christmas together. Eddie was about 12 years old at that time. Wayne strictly drinks out of that one every single day. The inside is stained with coffee, and the handle has been reglued many times.

After their trailer was ruined, Wayne went back to see if he could carefully collect any of his belongings. Mostly, everything was ruined or burnt to ash. Except for his special mug from Eddie sitting perfectly fine on their table.

#eddie munson #joseph quinn #eddie munson fanfic #wayne munson #fluff #angst #eddie munson headcanon #wayne munson headcanon #im sorry for this one #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst

[menaceadored]

Wayne Munson puts peanuts in his Coke

#wayne munson #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things headcanon #wayne munson headcanon #eddie munson headcanon #now the question is #does eddie? #i’ve always thought this was so gross but old country dudes always do this

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Eddie (and wayne) helping you through a tough time

Part 1? Let me know if you want a continuation of this

Trigger: depression mentioned, hard times mentioned. Kinda angst Should be Gender neutral

Your life has been a mess. School is stressing you out, work has been a pain, your family seems to be only in your life to bring drama. Your depression has been getting the best of you. You hate to admit it but it's true. Eddie can tell somethings up, hell even Wayne can tell and he only sees you once a week most of the time. They both can tell they need to intervene when you canceled on family dinner with them. Ever since you and Eddie got together you have developed a tradition of coming to the trailer and making dinner for the boys every Sunday, but you called and said you had a "family issue" that you needed to deal with.

Eddie knows some of what's going on but he doesn't know the whole story and Wayne has been trying to get him to confront you but neither of them know how to approach it. They don't know how messy your room has gotten, they don't know that you haven't been brushing your teeth everyday, and how you haven't been sleeping much anymore. It seems like everything is just resting on you and you don't want to deal with it anymore. You had planned to clean your room today but once you end the phone call with Eddie you felt extremely overwhelmed. "I don't even know where to start...." Y/N whispered to herself. 'Turn on music first, that'll put you into the right mindspace' with this thought y/n walks and puts a tape in.

With the music playing, y/n starts collecting the clothes that litter the bedroom. What y/n doesn't know is the Munson family has just entered the house with the spare key that Y/N gave Eddie at the beginning of their relationship. "They have to be where the music is playing," Eddie says to Wayne while he leads the way to y/n bedroom. They take in sight before them. Y/n is there holding a laundry basket collecting clothes for where they lay. There are stacks of clothes on the dresser and floor, and some on the bed. There are books on the dresser and stacked next to the window, and the empty cups are also piling up. "Oh, sweetheart ..." Eddie whispers, with nothing but concern in his eyes. Wayne places a hand on his nephew's shoulder with his own look of concern. "Son, you go help her with what she's doing and I'll go do the dishes I saw when we walked in." Eddie nods and pulls himself together. His baby needed him, and he'll be damned if he didn't help them.

Tagging: @thefreak0fhawkinshigh

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[munson-memories]

Weekends at Wayne's pt 1

(All images found on pinterest)

#eddie munson #uncle wayne munson #eddie and wayne munson #eddie munson headcannon #eddie munson imagine #stranger things #wayne munson headcanon #eddie munson x reader #stranger things headcanons #eddie munson blurb #wayne munson #eddie munson moodboard #stranger things moodboard #eddie munson childhood au #¤-munson-memories-¤

[pollenallergie]

If you sneeze more than three times in a row, Wayne makes you go outside… He won’t have that negative energy in his loving home.

#one sneeze = fine #two sneezes = acceptable #three sneezes = worrisome but not egregious #four sneezes = you have a demon inside of you that’s tarnishing the good vibes of this household #take that shit outside!! and cleanse your soul!!! #much love for my favorite superstitious uncle <3 #wayne munson #wayne munson thoughts #wayne munson headcanon #wayne munson hc

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Imagine, when Eddie first got his van, that he converted the back of it into a makeshift bedroom. A secondhand mattress which REALLY needed to be thrown away, some water bottles and blankets, snacks, spare clothes, and he spent most of his time in the back of his van. Only going into Wayne’s trailer when he needed to have a shower. The two aren’t quite used to each other yet and Eddie is trying to make as little of his presence in his Uncle’s trailer as he can.

One night, Eddie thinks Wayne is out working at the plant, so he darts in to the trailer, showers, and then goes back into his van. While he was showering, a most definitely not at work Wayne opens up the back of the van, curious about what his nephew is always in there doing.

The truth slams into Wayne, makes him feel like he’s gonna choke. The Munson men are much more perceptive than people give them credit for, so he gets it instantly.

“Oh, kid,” Wayne sighs, shutting the back of the van and lighting up a cigarette. “Thought I showed you better.”

When Eddie comes out of the trailer, Wayne steps out from the side of the van and Eddie’s face pales.

The two men stare each other down, both know that the other knows. Both waiting to see whose gonna speak up first.

In the end, it’s Wayne. Stepping up for Eddie again.

“What’re you doing? Get back inside, it’s - “

Eddie shakes his head, feigning a casual attitude. But Wayne sees the trembling hands. The tight jaw and set shoulders.

If words won’t do it - and Wayne isn’t a man of many - then actions will. He opens the van, grabs Eddie’s stuff, and walks back into the trailer, goes down the hall into his old bedroom, and dumps the blankets on the bed. Eddie’s hot on his heels.

“Wayne, wha -“

“This bedroom is yours, Eddie. This trailer’s your home, you hear?”

“But - “

Wayne shakes his head, leaves Eddie to sort the blankets out while he continues to empty the back of Eddie’s van of things which should be inside his bedroom. Sees a pile of posters, all carefully rolled. Grabs them, stomps through to the living room, finds scissors and tape.

“Space don’t feel like yours, huh? So make it.” Wayne unravels one poster - Metallica. He eyes the red background against the white graves and the band logo splayed across the top. “Reckon this would be good over the bed. What do you think, son?”

A very quiet, quickly muffled sob pulls out of Eddie’s throat and Wayne’s gruff exterior softens. He puts everything down, clasps a hand over Eddie’s shoulder.

“Thought you’d figured it out by now, Eddie. You’re my boy an’ I swore to take care of you after m’piece o’shit brother tried to do you in. I took you in to live with me, not outside in a van.”

And if Eddie threw himself at his uncle in a hug and cried into the red and blue plaid shirt for so long that it made Wayne late to work? And if Wayne hugged Eddie back just as tightly and let him cry? And if the two men fully broke the ice between them that night and from that point on were closely bonded? Well, that was for the two of them in their home.

That night, Eddie swore he’d finally graduate. Not to prove his old man wrong, not to get his own back on the town which wrote him off before he’d ever even gotten started, but to make his Uncle Wayne proud, because he’d shown up for Eddie consistently ever since he took him in, and Eddie wanted to do the same for his uncle, who was more of a dad to him than the piece of shit rotting in prison.

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My eddie munson headcanons // part 3 (Feat. Uncle Wayne)

- He wears aviator sunglasses. He has since he was a child and Wayne gave him an old pair of his.

- He's actually really good at basketball. Wayne would take him to the park and play it with him when he was growing up as a way to get him out of his parents' house and keep him distracted for a few hours. (But he didn't try out for the teams at school because he hates organized sports and all of the jocks.)

- Wayne definitely drags his ass fishing and sometimes camping. They'll wake up at the crack of dawn and take Wayne's truck to the lake and spend the day out there. Eddie will never admit it, but he actually really enjoys it because as much as he'll complain about it, he loves spending time with Wayne.

- His school backpack is Wayne's old military-issued knapsack from Vietnam.

- He had essentially been living with Wayne for a long time before he had legal custody. His mom died when he was eight and his dad got arrested when he was ten, and he had been in and out of Wayne's house a long time before then. If he's really honest with himself, he doesn't know if he ever really thought of his own father as his dad; it's always been Wayne.

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

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The Time Before

2,592 words

an: This is my first time writing, so please be kind!

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smoking, mentions of disease, hospitals, cats (?), angst, sadness (Let me know if I missed anything!)

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Wayne Munson classifies his life into two parts. The separator is that one fateful night that his young nephew was dropped at his front door in the middle of the night by a teary-eyed mother who offered a promise of her return. This marker leaves two pieces; the time during Eddie, and the Time Before.

The Time Before is not something that Wayne likes to talk about. The Time Before was so far away now it didn't seem real. If he thought about it too much, he would question if he hadn't just dreamed up the whole thing. But no; it was real. All of it.

He had a child, Lisa. Lisa was now just another memory from the Time Before; what seemed to be someone else's life. Someone else's child. She was happy: little blonde pigtails springing from the sides of her head, soft cotton clothes so small he couldn't believe that any human could start out that tiny. He could still remember the smell; god, the smell. It was baby powder and springtime. That's the way he remembers it. He was so careful about smoking around her, too; he didn't want her to smell like an ashtray. He would only smoke outside when she wasn't there so that the smell of tobacco wouldn't stick to her clothes or hair.

Lisa's mama was a one-night escapade; the kind of thing that's great in the moment and never happens again. After getting home from 'Nam in the early 60s, he and his buddies indulged in the nightlife that they missed out on during their stints. He never even knew her name. But when the baby was left on his doorstep with a small bag of supplies and a note for explanation, Wayne worried. He had never planned on having kids. He didn't know if he could give this little girl the life she needed. But he tried.

He had no idea what he was doing, but as she grew he realized that he must've done something right. She was talkative by the time she turned three; ever the conversationalist. He beamed as he realized she got that from him. In fact, she got most of her traits from him; her musky blue eyes, her eagerness to move, her inability to sit still. He knew that was going to be a problem once she started school, but goddamnit, he didn't care. In his eyes, she could do no wrong.

It lasted five years. Five years of trips to the park. Five years of ice cream runs. Five years of little grabby hands that were telling him, 'Pick me up, Dad, please?' Five years of her short little giggles that were so contagious that even after she dumped all the baking flour onto the floor and made a snow angel, he couldn't be mad. He was never mad at her for long.

But, unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. Wayne knew that. But he always thought that he would be the first to go. That it would last longer than it did.

When Lisa woke him up for the third time crying in the night, he thought it would be fine. He convinced himself it would all be fine. She had been sick for the past three days. It looked like a typical cold; she was running a fever, coughing, sneezing. But it had gotten worse in the last few hours; she was waking up to puke. She had so far thrown up three times in the last hour. She was complaining that her stomach hurt. He was trying to get her to calm down and go to sleep. But she kept crying, saying her stomach hurt.

When he ran into her room for the third time that night and flipped on the light, he knew something was really wrong. Her hands we clammy as they grabbed at him, holding onto his arm tightly, and her skin... a sinking feeling grew in his chest as he realized that her skin had grown jaundiced and pale. The small girl would shake in his arms every time she coughed, sobs racking through her body as she moaned and clutched her stomach.

He knew he had to do something. She was getting worse by the second, drifting away in his arms. He wouldn't let that happen. He scooped her up in a blanket and brought her out to the car, laying her on the front bench seat next to him and holding her as close to him as possible. She had stopped crying by the time he had pulled out of the driveway, her breathing shaky and forced. He knew he was repeating the words, 'Don't worry, Lisa, you're gonna be okay. Daddy's got you, don't worry, you're gonna be okay,' but he couldn't actually hear himself. It all felt so far away, and the sound of her labored breath seemed to ring in his ears.

He was thanking the lord that there was no one on the roads because he was pushing his truck as fast as it could go. he was desperately clinging to the small girl as he tried to remember the way to the hospital.

As they pulled up to the emergency room and he threw the truck into park, he knew. He could feel the loss. In the back of his mind, he knew that it was too late. But he was determined that it wouldn't be true. It wouldn't end that fast. He already had her backpack at home, and he was planning on surprising her with it next week. She was set to start school in two weeks, and he had bought all the school supplies he thought she would need. The backpack was blue, her favorite color, with little stars and moons all over the whole thing. It already held a pencil case filled with colored pencils and erasers, a lunchpail that matched the backpack, and three Dr. Seuss books that he was gonna start reading to her. Maybe she would even start reading them.

But all his hopes were thrown out the window the minute that he walked into the emergency room. He watched as his little girl was put on a stretcher, her tiny body not even taking up half of it. She looked so frail as the doctors and nurses wheeled her down the hallway, the fluorescent lights stinging his eyes. Everyone poked and prodded at her as he ran alongside, holding onto her hand. He rubbed his thumb over the back of her limp hand. He couldn't even hear what the nurses were saying, he just kept telling her, 'It's gonna be okay, baby, I'm here.'

He was sitting in the waiting room, watching the clock on the wall. The doctors came out two hours later.

His vision seemed to blend together until everything was just one big mush. He couldn't hear. He doubled over in his chair, feeling the tears fall down his cheeks. Lisa was gone.

They told him it was Viral Hepatitis. Two Words, Six syllables that took his baby girl away.

He had waited too long. He knew it. Maybe if he had just taken her ten minutes sooner, maybe if he had just driven a little faster, maybe if... maybe if... maybe if...

He mourned not only his little girl but the things that she never got to do. She would never go to school. Never drive. Never have another birthday party. Never make friends.

He lost so many experiences with her. He would never get to see her grow up. He would never get to go to a father-daughter dance. He would never get to give her suitors the if-you-hurt-one-little-hair-on-her-head-you-will-never-be-heard-from-again speech, never get to move her into her college dorm, never get to walk her down the aisle.

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After Lisa died, Wayne decided to have her cremated. He knew he had to get out of that house, the reminders of her everywhere. He couldn't stand the idea of not being able to visit his daughter, so he thought he could take her with him and visit her anytime. He might even bury her little urn somewhere close, just out of respect for the dead.

He cleaned out the house, packing all of Lisa's things that he wanted to keep into a small box. He took all the pictures off the walls and his clothes, loaded them all up in his old pickup truck, and made the dive all the way to Indiana.

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Even though he had started off strong in the new trailer, he couldn't seem to adjust. He didn't eat, didn't go outside, and didn't sleep. Every time that he wore himself down enough to pass out on the couch, he would only get about 2 hours before having another set of dreams about Lisa. He would wake up in cold sweats with tears running down his face. And the worst part? He couldn't even remember the dreams. Just the fact that they were about her.

He was miserable in this new town. He didn't even think about looking for a job for the first two weeks, but as money started to disappear, he had to look through the Help Wanted section of the newspaper.

He'd also decided that after Lisa, he needed something else to take care of. So he got a cat. He didn't know why he needed a cat; a dog would have been a lot more sensible. A dog can watch over you and protect you; maybe he could've even trained it to go hunting with him. But he decided to buy a cat. It was a tiny black ball of fur that he named Flopsy because one ear flopped down like a Bunny rabbit while the other one stayed up.

That cat was one of the best things that ever happened to Wayne. When he felt lonely, it was almost like she could sense it. She would curl up in his lap or on his chest and lay there, just keeping him company, as he watched the television.

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It wasn't even six months later when there was a knock at the door. He had just finished a cigarette (he had since thrown out the rule of only smoking outside) and was finally starting to nod off when a sharp knock at the door brought him back to consciousness and he went to answer it.

In those six months, Wayne had tacked down and managed to hold on to a job at the mechanics shop two miles down the road. He was good with cars, his entire childhood was spent with his father, who was the most professional (and honestly-priced) mechanic in the entire state of Georgia. His father had taught him and his brother, Alfred, whom they all called Al, everything there was to know about cars, and it was one of the only things the man could remember the ins and outs of to this day.

When he pulled open the door, his eyes immediately danced over the figures outside. It was so dark out that he couldn't see their faces, but he could tell that one was a woman, just shy of his own height, and a small boy, at least ten, huddled behind the woman's leg. When his vision finally adjusted to the dark of the night, he recognized the face of Vivianne, his brother's wife.

Al Munson was a screwy guy, as Wayne used to say. He and his brother were polar opposites. Their father always used to say that Al had less sense than God gave a goose, and he was just about right. Al had landed himself in jail five times before he was even eighteen, and it only got uglier from there.

Al had started to mess around with Vivianne when they had just graduated high school. And she was so blind to his actions that she stayed with him, even at the advice not to from her soon-to-be brother-in-law. They had a baby a few years before Wayne, but he was still fighting in Vietnam at that time and hadn't heard anything about a child until now.

When Vivianne sat down at his kitchen table, her face covered in tears and snot, she explained that Al was going to put her in the ground. She knew it. It had been a long time coming (Al wasn't always the most even-tempered guy) but it wasn't until she had the baby that she started taking his abuse seriously.

"I don't care about what happens to me anymore, I've made my bed and now I have to lie in it. But I couldn't stand to see that little boy get left alone with his father. He would kill him, I'm sure he would."

Wayne recognized what she needed before she even asked. "I'll take him."

He didn't think about his answer; he didn't think about all the things he'd need to do, he'd need to buy a bed and clothes and food that was healthy and be able to keep a watchful eye on a new child. But somewhere deep in his heart, he wanted to take care of a kid. He thought that if he could make a difference in even one child's life, he should. For Lisa.

Vivianne left the trailer with the promise to return soon (one Wayne never believed would come to fruition), and Wayne went over to the couch and sat by the young boy. Flopsy, the cat, had taken an interest in the kid and was sitting up next to him, staring at him. The child seemed nervous, holding his bag in his lap and sitting straight up in his seat, which couldn't have been easy due to the plush cushions on the couch that seemed to want to swallow you up every time you sat down.

"Her name's Flopsy," Wayne announced, picking her up and placing her on his lap. "Do you want to pet her?" he asked softly, looking at the boy. He made no reply, just slowly moved his hand over her soft head. Flopsy immediately started purring, and the sound startled the boy, making him snatch his hand away. "No, no, no, that means she likes it. She makes that noise when she's happy," Wayne tried to explain, but the boy's fears of the cat had returned.

They sat in silence for a long while, the only thing making noise being Flopsy, who was meowing softly to be fed. Wayne eventually got up from the couch, walked to the kitchen, and refilled her food bowl. She seemed content, and he moved on to the next problem at hand: where the boy was going to sleep tonight. Wayne had an extra room where he had stored some junk when he first moved in and never got the chance to clean it out, but there was no extra bed in there. He was also not going to make the kid sleep on the couch, so he went into his own bedroom and took the sheets off the bed, replacing them with fresh ones. He cleared his side table ashtray, while he was at it, and a few empty coffee cups that he brought to the sink.

"You can sleep in there tonight, and tomorrow, we'll go out and buy you a bed and some sheets, okay?" Wayne explained to the young boy, pointing a thumb to his bedroom. The child turned to him, looking him in the eyes for the first time since he had arrived, and asked in a meek voice, "How long am I staying here?" Wayne didn't know how to answer this question. To be quite honest, he didn't know. He didn't know if Vivianne was ever going to come back and collect this kid, or if Al would come to take him. Technically, Wayne had no guardianship over him, so Al could come anytime he wanted to. Just the thought of that happening made Wayne shiver. "I don't know, kid. But it'll be good for you to have your own bedroom in case you do stay or if you come and visit," Wayne decided. The child nodded his head slowly, his small mop of curls bouncing along with him.

"What was your name again, kid?" Wayne asked, looking at him, hoping he would answer the question.

"Eddie."

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