#wayne munson my beloved

[roosterbox]

Had this random thinky thought the other day.

Pre-S4 Steddie are dating. Have been for a decent amount of time. They haven’t told everyone, but a few people know (Robin, Dustin). The thing, though, is that Wayne doesn’t know. Oh, he knows that Eddie has a boyfriend. He’s seen Eddie’s eyes light up like stars when he starts talking about this boy. About how beautiful he is. About how strong he is. And, most often, about how kind he is. After the buildup he’s been given, Wayne is pretty positive there’s no way for this mystery boy to live up to Eddie’s description. Especially with how loveblind his nephew is. But if the way Eddie lights up at the mere thought of him is any indication, he must be something special.

“Invite him over for dinner sometime, son. I’m dyin’ to meet this guy.”

Eddie agrees. And plans are made. But for whatever reason, said plans fall through. And keep falling through.

But then.

The events of S4 happen.

Steve manages to save Eddie, like he should have done in canon (but I digress). They end up in the hospital, and someone gets in touch with Wayne, who shows up almost immediately. And who does he see at his unconscious (severely injured) nephew’s bedside but Steve fucking Harrington.

Now I’m not saying that Wayne assumes the absolute worst upon seeing ‘King Steve’ Harrington in that room (the worst being that Steve has something to do with Eddie’s condition), but he does make his assumptions based on what he knows and remembers about Steve’s parents (especially his dad). Said assumptions are… not great.

He basically kicks Steve out. And Steve just… goes. Robin tries to protest on his behalf, but Steve tells her it’s okay. “Eddie needs him now,” he says.

Eddie doesn’t wake up for several days. Any time Wayne isn’t with him, Steve sneaks in. And gets kicked out again when Wayne comes back. Wayne, for his part, is getting more and more exasperated with his dedication.

But then Eddie wakes up, finally. Wayne and Dustin are there when he does. The latter leaves to give Eddie and Wayne their privacy for a tearful reunion, but he also calls Steve. A little while later, Steve shows up. He and Wayne lock eyes, and Wayne bristles a bit. He’s straightening up, preparing to kick him out yet again, before Eddie turns. And his entire face lights up in a brilliant smile. His eyes sparkle like twin stars.

“Stevie!” He says, imbuing the name with more emotion than Wayne ever expected.

Steve almost trips over his own feet to get to Eddie’s bedside, where he takes Eddie’s hand in his, twining their fingers together. He looks like he might cry.

And Wayne suddenly understands everything.

He lets them talk for a moment. They’ve seemingly forgotten he’s even there. There are soft loving affirmations, sweet names, and maybe even a kiss or two, before he clears his throat. The boys spring apart (Steve springs, at least), but don’t let go of each other’s hands.

“I really wish we could have gotten to meet each other over dinner instead, boys,” he says, gruff as always.

Steve looks nervous, but Eddie’s just embarrassed.

“Uhm,” Steve starts.

Wayne gently cuts him off. “I think you and I might have gotten off on the wrong foot.” And that wrong foot is entirely on me, he thinks.

Eddie looks between the two of them, confused.

“That’s okay,” Steve is quick to say. “You were just-“

Wayne cuts him off again, moving to the other side of the bed, hand outstretched.

“Wayne Munson.”

Steve hesitates, exchanging a glance with Eddie (who’s still terribly confused), before taking Wayne’s hand with his free one, shaking it.

“Steve Harrington,” he says as if Wayne didn’t recognize him on sight a few days prior.

“It’s nice to meet you Steve.” Wayne smiles. “Nice to finally see for myself the kid who makes Eddie smile like that.”

There are further discussions to be had. Eddie is angry (and a little heartbroken) to discover what’s been going on while he slept (“YOU KICKED HIM OUT HOW MANY TIMES???”), but in the end, it all works out. Eddie’s name is cleared. He (and everyone else!) makes a full and complete recovery (plus a few gnarly scars). And Wayne finally, finally, gets to sit down to dinner with his nephew, and his nephew’s boyfriend.

#stranger things #steddie #wayne munson #wayne munson my beloved #Wayne is a saint #but he’s also a bit protective #Steve doesn’t hold it against him #he knows better than anyone the person he used to be #also pre s4 Steddie my beloved

[hbyrde36]

STWG Daily Prompt 3/9/24

Written for the @strangerthingswritersguild

Prompt: Bite

Rating: G | WC: 867

Emotional hurt/comfort, Steve Harrington's parents being the worst, the best uncle Wayne Munson, supportive boyfriend Eddie Munson, the party loves Steve Harrington

Steve had given up on his dad long ago, he was never going to be the kind of man Richard Harrington had always wanted his sons to grow up and be, but he’d held out hope for his mom—hope that someday she would learn to love him the way she loved his brother.

More than ten years between them, and the fact that the Harrington’s had moved to Hawkins only after Christopher had graduated high school and gone off to college, meant no one really knew Steve had a sibling. 

The party, Robin, Eddie—especially Eddie because how could they have been dating for over a year now and him somehow still not know about this—were all stunned to learn of the existence of another young Harrington.

He hadn’t meant to tell them at all, but then Christopher and their parents made a surprise visit home so that his brother could take possession of their grandmother’s ring and pop the question to his girlfriend of a whopping 9 months. Less time than he and Eddie had been seeing each other and didn’t that get under Steve's skin to know he’d never get to propose to his boyfriend with a family heirloom, not only because gay marriage wasn’t legal, but because his parents would never dream of handing down a piece of jewelry to their least favorite son.  

Steve wound up having to make the rounds, letting everyone know movie night was canceled because his brother was in town. Naturally they all wanted explanations for why this was the first they were learning of this mysterious person, and by the time he got to Eddie’s place, Steve was a mess. 

Years of mistreatment and neglect bubbled to the surface, and not just the big things but the little sniping comments, the small injustices—inequities between the way Mr. and Mrs. Harrington spoke of their older son vs their younger—hurt feelings that he’d pushed all the way down in order to function, in order to put a fucking smile on his face and hide the fact that he was damaged goods who not even a mother could love. 

It all came spilling out of him on Eddie’s bedroom floor as his boyfriend held him, rocked him, was his rock, tethering him to the earth.

When it was all over and Steve was calm, Eddie asked him why he still spoke to them, why he still lived in their house when he and Wayne had both–on separate occasions–invited him to live with them instead.

“They’re my family.” Steve said, shrugging. “I don’t have a choice.” 

“Of course you do, Stevie. You always have a choice. If you were to decide right here and now that you never wanted to see or speak to them again, you are allowed to do that. You hold all the power here. I’ll support you in whatever you decide, but I have to say in my humble opinion, they never deserved you.”

Steve took the night to think about it, though in the instant Eddie had said the words, given Steve the power to take control of his own life, he’d known what he was going to do. It was his life, he could do with it as he wished. He was already doing that with almost every other part of it, so why was he still letting his mom and dad hold any power over him? Why did he subject himself to their passive aggressive comments and disappointed glares?

In the end he never went back, not even to get his stuff. Wayne and Eddie did it for him, leaving behind his keys and his beloved car. 

A small price to pay for freedom. 

He called the next day and left a final message on the answering machine. 

“Please leave your message after the beep.”

“Hey mom. You’re the hardest one to say goodbye to, the last member of this family I held out hope for so you’ll have to forgive me for not doing this in person. My car keys are on the table by the front door. I know the BMW is in dad’s name and I know he wouldn’t want me keeping it under the circumstances.”

“I am no longer a Harrington. I’m sure you won’t mind because you barely thought of me as one to begin with but it’s official now. I’m moving on, and moving in with my boyfriend. Yes, boyfriend, because I am nothing if not a consistent disappointment.”

“It took me longer to see it with you because I've witnessed the way you care for the people around you, most of them anyway, and what you’ve done for this community.”

“You are a good person, except when you’re not. And you were a great mom, just not to me.”

There was no bite in his words, just a sad truth finally spoken aloud.

Steve hung up the phone feeling lighter than he ever had in his whole life, and sat down to dinner with the people who really loved him. His found family, who’d all dropped whatever they were doing at a moments notice to throw him an impromptu moving-in party at his new home with Eddie and Wayne. 

Thanks to my beloved @penny00dreadful for having a look over this 🥰

#stwgdailyprompt #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #steve harrington's parents #steddie fic #wayne munson my beloved #steve harrington/eddie munson #steve x eddie #fanfic

[unclewaynemunson]

Okay so @willowworkswithwords sent me this fucking perfect prompt about Steve casually mentioning how much of an asshole his dad is is during a movie night at the Munsons and Wayne immediately shifting into Concerned mode, and I almost finished the thing but then tumblr glitched and i lost it to the void forever. I learned my lesson to never save anything to tumblr without backup ever again, buuut here it finally is:

Wayne first met Steve Harrington long before Eddie officially started dating the boy. He figured out that his nephew was head over heels before Eddie himself did. He hadn't been too thrilled about it, at first. In his experience, boys like Steve Harrington, with his big car and neatly ironed polo shirts, could only want two things from boys like his Eddie: drugs and secret encounters in the dark before he'd finally follow the path that was perfectly mapped out for him by his parents. But it didn't take him too long before he admitted that he had misjudged the boy. He noticed it even before Eddie himself did: Steve Harrington had fallen like a brick for his nephew, and he was in it for the long run.

He mostly met the boy in passing, whenever he'd come home from his night shift while Steve was just leaving the trailer park, or when he'd be heading out to get to work at the same time as Steve came by to pick up Eddie for a date or to hang out with that group of freshmen that Eddie would never stop talking about. The boy was always perfectly polite to him, calling him things like Sir and Mister, apologizing for being in his space and thanking him for the most ridiculous little things. Wayne thought it was a bit much, but he supposed that it was just how the boy had been raised, all formal and uptight. There was something behind it, however, a certain guarded look in his eyes, that always gave Wayne this uncomfortable feeling in his gut. He didn't quite understand what that was all about – until the three of them were having a movie night in the trailer on one of Wayne's nights off.

The two boys were all over each other on the couch, their legs entangled and their fingers intertwined, with their heads as close together as if they'd die if they wouldn't be breathing the exact same air. It made Wayne wish he had a camera on him; instead, he tried to imprint the picture into his memory.

He didn't care too much for the movie, which was about some rich teenage girl trying to break free from the restrictive uptown life that was suffocating her by getting herself some no-good boyfriend in a leather jacket – who Steve and Eddie enthusiastically agreed was a “hot piece of ass.” The main bad guy was the girl's dad, a character who checked off all the rich asshole dad stereotypes: suit that made him look bigger than he actually was, wife who let herself be bossed around by him at all times, and that kind of undefinable charisma, which made everyone else feel like all the air had left the room whenever he'd walk in.

'He kinda reminds me of my dad,' said Steve while leaning forward to get himself a handful of popcorn. It was just an innocent, offhand remark, and sounded perfectly nonchalant – but as he said it, the camera zoomed in on the girl's face to convey one single emotion: fear.

Steve leaned back into the couch and stuffed his mouth full of popcorn, getting crumbs all over his shirt and seemingly not noticing how both Wayne and Eddie had frozen by his remark.

Wayne met his nephew's wide-eyed gaze over the top of Steve's big hair. Wayne wasn't exactly a talkative person, and over the years in which Eddie had been living with him, they had perfected the art of silent communication, not needing more than some looks and gestures to have complete conversations with each other.

Wayne raised an eyebrow at Eddie, which meant something along the lines of Did you know about this?

Eddie responded with a barely-visible nod.

Wayne made a sideways movement with his head. Why didn't you tell me?

Eddie shrugged. It wasn't my place to tell, that meant.

Wayne nodded at him and turned his gaze back to the screen, but he was too preoccupied with other thoughts to properly shift his attention back to the plot.

'You wanna stay over?' Eddie asked Steve when the movie was finished.

Steve's eyes immediately flashed to Wayne's corner, that familiar guarded look in them. 'Um... Would you – would it be okay if I stayed the night, sir?'

'You can stay whenever you like, son,' said Wayne. 'And stop calling me sir, alright?'

'Alright, yeah, okay, sorry sir,' Steve stammered, which made Eddie burst into loud laughter. Wayne merely shook his head and got up from his chair.

He never sat Steve down for some official talk about his asshole dad – that wasn't his style anyway. He preferred conveying the message by little gestures: calling him “son” whenever he had the chance, refusing to be called “sir” ever again, giving him a key to the trailer, inviting him over to watch basketball together, taking him fishing when they both had a day off work... After a while, that guarded look finally disappeared from the boy's face. But it returned a couple months later, when Steve accidentally called Wayne “dad” in a distracted moment. Wayne didn't say anything about it; he merely gave the boy a pat on his shoulder to let him know it was okay. He didn't mind getting called “dad” by Steve Harrington for one bit.

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #willow thank you so much for sending me this prompt i really loved it #wayne munson my beloved #ficlet #stranger things #wayne munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #fruity ficlet

[transvampireboyfriend]

headcanon that both Eddie and Steve use their puppy eyes as their biggest weapons. and they're both comically weak to the other pulling it.

whenever one tries it the other's immediately like "No. Don't. Don't do that." as the others' eyes are getting big and watery and then they're like "Nooo, come oooon!!!" and promptly give in.

and being around them is just a nightmare. Robin laughs at Steve for completely melting when Eddie does it but she can't take Steve's, she just caves immediately.

Dustin straight up yells at them if they even try it because it makes him wanna cry.

Wayne takes their sides respectively, he's all like "Son, come on. Your boy's just trying to help," to get Eddie to let up. or he'll say "Kid, Eddie can't do anything about it. Stop giving him hell," when Steve's just pouting and has not said a single word.

and when they combine their efforts? There is no one on this Earth that will resist them. Wayne himself just throws his hands in the air and walks away before he agrees to way more than he should. Nancy gets pissed, complaining about manipulation tactics and injustice. Max suddenly becomes the most well behaved teen alive for like a whole afternoon. and El just hugs them until they stop.

#steddie #steveddie #steve x eddie #this is just crack lol #steddie headcanon #stranger things #. #wayne munson my beloved

[dreamwatch]

STWG daily drabble - 05/10/23

Prompt: quiet

****

Working nights meant that Wayne could be home for Eddie when it mattered. There in the morning to get him off to school, there in the afternoon to make sure he ate and started his homework. Despite what the good folks of Hawkins thought, Forest Hill’s was a safe neighbourhood, with good people. Good people that watched over Eddie at night. It all worked out fine.

Except when he got phone calls in the middle of the day calling him to the school. That was not fine. That pissed him off royally.

Another fight. Thing is, Eddie is a good kid but he’s hot headed, has a temper a little like his father. And if you rile him up just enough he will go off like a rocket. The other kids know this. So they push his buttons and Eddie being Eddie won’t stand down. And so… another fight, and another phone call to see Principal Higgins.

He’s ushered into the the principal’s office and sees Eddie sitting there, knee jiggling up and down at hundred miles an hour. It jangles Wayne’s nerves and he wants to reach over and hold it still. Until he notices the tissue shoved up Eddie’s nose, and the purpling eye and cheek. Eddie looks up at him like he’s on death row, so he pats him on the shoulder and gives him a little squeeze. The knee jiggling calms.

“Mister Munson, thank you for coming. I think you can see why you’ve been called to the school.”

Wayne’s eyes flick between Eddie and Principal Higgins, Eddie steadfastly looking at the floor, Principal Higgins eyes sharp and beady.

“I can see someone beat my boy.”

Higgins shuffles some paper on his desk. “Mister Munson, Edward started a fight- “

“I did not,” Eddie pipes up, shaking his head, still looking at the floor.

“Edward started a fight,” Higgins repeats, raising his voice over Eddie’s, “with another boy, during the middle of an English class. This is not behaviour we can condone at Hawkins High, I’m sure you’re aware of that, we’ve called you here enough times.”

Wayne has never liked this man. His tone, his shifty eyes, his three strands of hair combed across the top of his balding head.

“Are you aware that Edward’s grades are such that he will not be graduating?”

No. No he was not. And it takes every ounce of strength not to look at Eddie and give that little nugget over to this shit of a man.

“Your point?” he asks.

Principal Higgins sighs. “My point, Mister Munson,” and there’s that fucking tone again, patronising asshole, “is that with Edward’s behavioural issues, and his lack of academic ability, it may be wise to consider if high school is the best option for him, or if leaving school and getting a job, perhaps gaining a trade, would be more appropriate.”

“Eddie doesn’t have ‘behavioural issues’.”

“Mister Munson, I have worked in the school system for over thirty years. I know when a child has behavioural issues. With Edward’s… troubled upbringing that’s obviously to be expected. Up to a point.”

Wayne is vibrating with anger, and he can feel Eddie beside him, coiled and ready to pounce. Wayne reaches across and drops his hand on Eddie’s shoulder. Half for comfort, half to keep him in place.

“Principal Higgins. I have been called to this school a number of times over the years. Different fights, with different boys, but you know something? I don’t remember a single time Eddie didn’t take the fall for some snot nosed pissant-“

“Mister Munson!”

“I’m talking now. Some varsity basketball player or wrestler starts mouthing off at my boy to get him to bite and they get their feelings hurt when he does. But it’s Eddie that comes off worse, or ends up with a suspension. Every single time. Because heaven forbid they muddy their records before they start applying for their scholarships, right?

“And you talk about his failing school. Eddie’s smart. He’s good at math, he writes stories, and he’s always read above his age group. He reads about history, and not just the little bit you teach him here. So maybe Eddie’s not failing school. Maybe the school is failing Eddie.”

They stare at each other across the desk for a few moments, and Wayne is delighted. He has this asshat on the back foot.

“You okay over there, Principal Higgins? You’re awful quiet.”

Wayne gets up and taps Eddie on the shoulder to follow him.

“My son will not be in school for the rest of the week on account of the injuries suffered under the watchful eye of one of your own teachers. He’ll be back on Monday.” He leads Eddie out, but before they leave he turns back to face the principal.

“Oh and one more thing. Eddie will be back in the fall, and I know you and your excellent teaching staff will be giving him all the support he needs to graduate.” Higgins looks about ready to explode, and Wayne is delighted. “Have a good day, Principal.”

#stwgdailyprompt #eddie munson #wayne munson #the munsons #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson ficlet #wayne munson my beloved #my writing #dreamy writes

[rogueddie]

Wayne is against violence. Unless it's Eddie and Steve punching their assholes fathers. Then he'd be in the background cheering them on.

#stranger things #wayne munson #wayne munson my beloved #steve harrington #eddie munson #Anyway in case it wasnt obvious i love wayne

[withacapitalp]

tagged by: @unclewaynemunson and @thefreakandthehair

Thanks guys!!! I love getting tagged in these things

rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

“You never scared me,” Wayne managed to whisper, feeling the lump in his throat grow to the size of a boulder as he looked Eddie straight in the eyes.

Twenty nine........Jesus h Christ Liam get your shit together okay I'm actually going to attempt to do this and not cheat

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#TWENTY NINE #LIAM LEARN SOME SELF CONTROL #Anyways some of these aren't peeps I talk to regularly so I'm sorry if you didn't want a tag #Just let me know and I'll take it off/put you on a DNT list!!! #also #Wayne Munson my beloved #Is this for a Kas Eddie drabble I'm writing #Maybe #Mayyyybeeee #tag game #Eddie munson #Wayne munson #everyone has Steve be the one to bring Eddie back to himse #and I eat that shit up #but lets be real #the person who would remind Eddie of his humanity #is the only person who never ever questioned that it existed in the first place #and that's that facts

[sparklyslug]

Little Eddie is born, and Wayne isn't there.

Eddie is four. Is eight. Is thirteen. Is twenty. And his uncle is there. His uncle is right there.

#HERE IT IS!!! #wayne munson #WAYNE MUNSON MY BELOVED #munson family emotions #Eddie munson #my fic #stranger things fic #stranger things #mop

[princessstevemunson]

I really want Wayne to join the adults in know in S5. There’s no way Dustin gets away with not telling him the whole truth.

Either Eddie doesn’t comeback (which is my lesser choice) and Wayne fights to avenge his boy who had no business sacrificing himself for the town that abhorred him. He’s going to make whatever the hell killed his boy pays.

Or

Wayne has a run in with Kas!Eddie. Despite the others saying that Eddie is gone he knows his boy is still there. He tries to bring back Eddie with memories. Wayne ends up singing a song that he used to sing to little Eddie—especially when he was scared.

I know the duffers would never

(This is just the beginning of an idea. I will flesh it out but I needed to get this out)

#i just need more Wayne munson #but I’d love actual scenes with the two of them #eddie munson #wayne munson #wayne munson my beloved

[steddieonbigboy]

Steve going into the trailer's kitchen, almost totally blind without his glasses on, sees a figure bending to put something in the oven, slaps their ass and says "what's cookin' good lookin'" only for Wayne Munson to turn around and say "Eddie's on the porch"

#steve harrington #eddie munson #uncle wayne #wayne munson #uncle wayne my beloved #steddie #steve x eddie #stranger things #mine

[roosterbox]

More Stranger Things/Steddie fanfic tropes I love

When Steve comes out to Eddie as… well, Not Cis (sometimes she’s trans, sometimes they’re gender-fluid, doesn’t matter to me. In this house, we love Steve Harrington and gender fuckery, and every combination thereof), and Eddie is practically exploding with support, love, and admiration for him. Even if they’re not together yet.

The repeating of Steve and Robin’s “Oh.” “Yeah, oh.” exchange, but this time Steve’s the one coming out.

Wayne seeing Steve and Eddie interact exactly ONE TIME post-Vecna and immediately clocking how they feel about each other, and also damn right he ships it.

Wayne in general. The greatest man the world has ever known, or ever will know.

Wayne being Best Grandpa Ever to the Steddie baby. Seriously, every time there’s a baby (whether mpreg or otherwise), Wayne is the ultimate grandpa to that child. I cry every time, lol.

Wayne bonding with Steve. Just, Wayne bonding with Steve. Gets me every single time, dang it. When Wayne refers to both Eddie and Steve as his boys, or his sons, I am GONE.

Dustin’s reaction to finding out about Steddie. He’s always supportive, of course, but sometimes he’s more blasé (“You and Eddie? Well, duh! I knew that!”), other times he’s more blindsided (“Steve? And Eddie?? Are DATING???”), but I always love seeing how he reacts.

Any time there’s trouble in Steddie paradise, and the boys are being dumb, and someone (usually Dustin) threatens to sic Erica on them if they don’t work things out. It’s only happened in a couple fics, but I have the same exact reaction every time (“DO IT DO IT DO IT”)

Erica and Max. My duel badass queens, who I’d love to see interact in fic more. There would be no survivors.

Speaking of Max, any time she and Steve have a very sibling-like relationship. Those two need each other.

Will coming out to Steve (preferably before Steve has done so himself), and immediately being hugged, and reassured that this changes nothing. That Steve will always be there for him. The Byers Coming Out works with Eddie too, but I like it best when it’s Steve. Something about their relationship just makes it so heartwarming to me.

When Eddie does something that hurts Steve emotionally (perhaps not on purpose, but they’re still young - it’s gonna happen), and Robin swoops in (bird puns, lol) to take care of her best friend. To the point where she’s probably about 0.5 seconds away from punching Eddie right in the dick. I adore a feral, protective Robin so much. Steve deserves to have that kind of fierce love in his life.

As far as AUs are concerned, I will never not love a good pre-season 4 Steddie interaction. Especially if it’s in Season 3. Scoops Steddie my beloved, the love of my life.

I know there are plenty more, but these are just a handful of my favorites, lol. This fandom has all sorts of good stuff.

#stranger things #Steddie #Wayne Munson my beloved #fanfic tropes #these will never not make me happy #lol

[hbyrde36]

NOW COMPLETE!

Life is a Game on AO3

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Rating: E | WC: 73,419

Summary

For years Eddie has been playing D&D with his cousin Dustin and his friends. It’s a crazy home brew campaign of his own design that plays fast and loose with the lore, weaving in heavily embellished events from their real lives. They play themselves, filling out a full cast of NPC’s with the likenesses of friends, family, and strangers. It’s been a wild ride. The game is set in Hawkins, but not quite their Hawkins. This manifestation of their hometown is swimming in dark secrets, including a shady government agency, evil scientists, and another dimension full of dangerous creatures hiding on the other side of reality. They’ve just wrapped their most recent session before Spring break 1986. It was a bittersweet end to an epic part of the story. A blast to play through, but they didn’t beat the bad guy, and the party has been left in ruins. Eddie’s character is dead, one of their favorite NPC’s is in a coma, and the world has literally split apart at the seams. Honestly, Eddie’s not sure how they come back from this. - In 1983 Steve Harrington joined the search for a missing boy and found something he never bargained for. In 1984 Steve Harrington disappeared.

#steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #wayne munson my beloved #steve and el are siblings

[unclewaynemunson]

Wayne sees it all happen from his armchair. He’s quiet, hidden away in the corner, so usually the kids forget he’s even there within the hour. He enjoys being on the fringe of his nephew’s new group of friends from there, simply observing them, watching them from behind his newspaper, tuning in and out of whatever it is they’re talking about. Every now and then, one of them comes up to him for a chat or to offer him a drink, but they mostly leave him alone in his corner, just how he likes it.

He sees how Eddie makes every single one of them feel like the crappy old trailer is a place they can always come home to. He sees how Eddie always makes sure that Max is comfortable in her wheelchair and not missing out on anything going on around them because she can’t see. He notices how he always speaks to Eleven in an extra soft voice, reigning himself in a bit from his usual theatrics in order not to startle her. He hears how he’s never afraid to tell Dustin that he loves him and he sees the way Dustin starts beaming whenever he does. He sees how he makes a habit of taking Will aside from the group for hushed, earnest-looking conversations, and he sees how that always leaves Will with a brightness in his eyes and a smile around his lips. He sees how he plays around with the other two boys, Mike and Lucas, who are all over Eddie every chance they get. He sees how he always has some extra candy at hand for the youngest one, Erica. He sees the softness in his features, the sparkle in his eyes, whenever those kids are around, and it reminds him of how he felt himself, all those years ago, whenever little Eddie would show up at his trailer unexpectedly.

He also sees how embarrassed Eddie is to accept the help of Nancy Wheeler. He notices how she refuses to take no for an answer and shows up multiple nights a week to tutor him. He sees how she strictly refuses to let him get distracted when they’re doing their homework, and he hears the honest heart-to-hearts they have after they’re done. He sees the way Eddie looks at her: like he gained an older sister who is always looking out for him, even though she must be younger than him. Like he’d be completely lost without her.

He sees how much fun Eddie has with Robin Buckley. He sees how much chaos they create whenever they’re together. He listens along as they bond over music, and he tries not to eavesdrop as they talk about their respective hopeless crushes and being queer in a small town in rural Indiana. He sees the way Eddie looks at her: like he gained a twin sister who is exactly like him. Like he understands her in a way he never understood anyone before.

And he especially sees how Eddie feels about Steve Harrington. It’s written all over his face, so it’s really impossible to miss: it’s in the longing gaze in his big brown eyes, the way he shamelessly stares at the boy for minutes on end whenever they’re watching a movie together; it’s in the way he hangs onto every single word the boy says, even when they’re having the most mundane conversations possible; it’s in the way he leans into him, almost as if he isn’t noticing he’s doing it; it’s in the way he loudly laughs at every single one of his jokes, no matter how unfunny they are; it’s in the way he always seems to find some excuse to touch him, brushing their hands together when he hands him a drink or sitting a little bit too close to him on the couch or reaching for his shoulder whenever he makes some kind of flirty remark at him. Wayne sees all of it, but he doesn’t worry. Because he also sees the way in which Steve leans back into Eddie’s touches, he also sees the way in which Steve is constantly staring at Eddie’s lips, he also sees the fond looks Steve can’t seem to stop giving Eddie, and he definitely sees the blush creeping over Steve’s cheeks whenever Eddie is openly flirting with him. He sees it all happen from his armchair and he knows they’ll be alright.

#don't mind me rambling about stranger things #wayne munson my beloved #this has been in my head for so long i just had to get it on paper somehow #idk if it even makes sense but i love the idea of wayne quietly watching all those friendships unfold #opening his home for all these kids #just kind of. being there. in a comforting way #stranger things #wayne munson #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #the party #not gonna tag all of them lol #fruity ficlet

[transvampireboyfriend]

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

Everyone's already in their rooms when they go in.

Robin and Steve are taking the main room and sharing the bed tonight, while the rest of them bunk in the other room.

The door to the main room is already closed, the other one is open. Jon and Argyle are talking inside, their voices drift out from one of the lower bunks, while Nancy reads in one of the top ones.

Steve and Eddie walk past both the doors on their way to the kitchen.

"Got our work cut out for us" Steve comments, eyeing the dishes from dinner still in the sink.

He places their cooler on the counter and starts emptying it.

"Oh. Nance and I are on breakfast duty tomorrow." Eddie says, entering the kitchen after him, "We'll take care of that, don't worry"

He places the popcorn bowls in the sink as well.

Steve finishes with the cooler and turns to him, a little uncertain.

"Um, are you... sure you don't want me to help you with it? Right now? I could help" he offers.

He softly bumps his fist on the sink's lip and then grips it, looking like he doesn't know where to put his hands.

Eddie tilts his head to the side, confused. He really wants to help ease Steve's uncertainty, whatever its cause.

"No, Stevie, it's okay." he tries again, "We've all had a long day, I'll take care of it tomorrow," he repeats.

Steve looks a little crestfallen, he lets go of the sink and just stands there for a second.

Oh.

Eddie realizes way too late what Steve was trying to do, and his heart breaks a little.

Shit.

When Steve goes to walk past him, Eddie grabs his arm to stop him.

"Uh- But! " Eddie tries, having to think fast,

"D'you maybe want some hot cocoa? Since you were cold?" he offers, even though it's toasty inside the cabin.

Smooth. He hopes his internal wince is not evident in his face.

Steve's expression brightens and he nods.

"Yeah! Um- yes. For the cold. Yeah. I could go for some cocoa," he says, blinking his beautiful eyes at Eddie.

Eddie realizes now, not only was Steve offering his help so they could hang out some more, but, that could be the only way he knows how to ask someone to stay, could be the only way he knows people will definitely let him stick around.

All of a sudden, Eddie doesn't care about being too forward anymore.

"Good." he says, "I like having you around."

Steve's breath seems to catch in his throat for a bit before he quitely says "I like being around you, Eddie."

Eddie feels a little drunk from having Steve so close, saying such wonderful things. He smiles brightly at him and squeezes his bicep before letting go.

"Sit," Eddie tells him, gesturing to the small  kitchen table.

Steve just nods and goes sit down while Eddie sorts their drinks.

Going through the motions of getting his ingredients is a little harder with Steve's eyes on him.

Eddie feels his heart skip a beat every now and again, but he eventually manages to complete his task, getting the milk going and leaning against the counter to face Steve again.

"You know, I was around eleven when I first tried hot cocoa" Steve comments.

Eddie's eyebrows shoot up, "No way, me too!"

Steve gives him an incredolous frown, seemingly unaware that he's smiling again,

"What?" he asks,

"It's true!" Eddie says, "Never had it until Wayne took me in, I was 10 or 11,"

Steve gasps a little, "Huh. It's always such a normal thing for everyone,"

Eddie smiles. The more he knows Steve, the more they seem to be connected in the oddest of ways.

"Who introduced you to it?" he asks, curious,

Steve's smile softens, "Miss Hannah," he says, eyes drifting away from Eddie as he remembers, "She was our neighbor back then. Called her Mrs. Hannah like my mother told me to, until the first time she had me over.

She saw me pacing at my front door and when I said I was waiting for a pizza delivery, she offered lunch. I'd met her before and my parents weren't around, shocker. So I went. She explained that day that she lived alone and would never marry, so she'd never be a Mrs.

I remember I asked her if she wasn't lonely and she said she had too many friends to be lonely.

She also said 'You're here. How could I be lonely?' " 

Steve's twists his mouth.

Eddie wants to reach out and touch him, hug him, hold him, something, but he refrains, gripping the counter edge as he leans against it.

"She sounds like a really nice lady," Eddie says, thinking of diner waitresses and social workers who made him feel not so lonely before Wayne.

Steve sniffs and looks back to him, "She was." he nods, "Still is, I hope. When I was around 14, she said she had to leave town. One day, another lady came to pick her up and I never saw her again." Steve says,

"I think maybe she was one of us," he adds, almost as an afterthought.

Eddie thinks of their friends, "There's so many of us when you know how to look" he muses. The thought is comforting, somehow.

Steve nods, a small knowing smile on his lips as he picks back his story,

"She gave me hot cocoa my first week of elementary school.

I stayed after classes to play basketball with my friends, and it rained on my way back. I was drenched and miserable, and she was happy.

She was proud of me for making friends so fast."

Eddie smiles, has to clear his throat against the knot that forms there.

The milk boils next to him and he turns his back on Steve for a bit to mix their drinks.

He adds some cinnamon to them before walking to Steve and handing him his mug.

"Always the charmer," Eddie teases him,

"Shut up," Steve chuckles, taking the mug and wrapping both hands around it.

Eddie keeps smiling at him, it's like Steve turns on a light inside of him and Eddie can't keep it in, he needs to let it out somehow, needs to share its glow.

"Thank you," Steve whispers, raising his mug.

Eddie looks down, and bumps his boot against one of Steve's sneakers in acknowledgment.

"You have a sunburn," Steve comments, bumping Eddie's boot back.

"I do?" Eddie asks, looking up at him again,

"Mmhm, your nose is all red" Steve tells him, pointing to his own.

Eddie scrunches up his nose like Steve's finger is brushing against it and Steve adorably mirrors his expression.

Eddie hides his smile and pouts instead, "The other reindeer will make fun of me" he says,

Steve softly laughs behind his mug but then, doesn't answer, just keeps looking at Eddie as he takes the first sip of his drink.

Eddie bites his lip against his own smile, and goes back to his place in the counter. To get his own drink.

And because if he sees Steve with a milk moustache from cocoa that Eddie made, he's going to lose it.

"This is good," Steve says,

Eddie grabs his drink and turns back to him, raising his glass in a "cheers" gesture.

He takes his first sip leaning back against the counter again.

"Do you remember the first time you tried it?" Steve prompts between sips,

"Oh yeah," Eddie smiles, his lips still brushing his mug. He takes another sip before putting it down,

"Boy, do I." Eddie says, remembering,

"I ran away. Not so long after Wayne took me in."

Steve raises his eyebrows but waits for Eddie to continue.

"It was maybe the middle of the school year, and Wayne was being called in almost every week for some thing or another: I wouldn't stay in my seat, I talked too much, I didn't finish my class work or I didn't bring my homework." Eddie lists it all off in his fingers,

"Man, it was- scary. Kept thinking Wayne was gonna give me back." Eddie trails off before continuing, remembering how sad he'd been that he couldn't seem to just be good. No matter how hard he tried.

"So. I left. I shoved a pair of underwear and a couple t-shirts into my little backpack and I ran like hell, into the woods.

I had a water bottle, a couple of hot pockets and some pop tarts. Don't ask me how I thought I'd heat that up because I didn't know the first thing about starting a fire back then"

Steve chuckles across from him and Eddie joins him for a bit. He watches Steve watching him for a second as they both sip their cocoa.

"I was just a kid." Eddie remembers, "Didn't even think about the bathroom situation.

Everything I had on me and in my backpack, hell, even the backpack, Wayne had gotten for me.

I remember I sat down to rest after maybe an hour? and I thought of that and I thought I was such an asshole, for not even leaving a thank you note behind."

Eddie realizes his eyes trailed away from Steve when he hears Steve's soft chuckle and sees the floor. He looks back up to him, before he continues,

"Thankfully it had rained the night before, and Wayne caught up with me before dark.

He hadn't even called anyone, just took right off, after me, soon as he realized."

"Was he mad?" Steve asked,

"I thought he would be, but he wasn't" Eddie says, "I was so scared. And he just- ruffled my hair.

He said 'You don't know the first thing about the outdoors yet, son, you could get hurt' " Eddie mimicks Wayne's gruff tone and Steve chuckles again.

"And then he said 'Come on.' and I just followed.

I knew he was right, and I was exhausted too, but I think, mostly I was scared. Scared he'd call the social workers or worse: the police and they would put me in jail,"

Steve laughs out loud at that, "Eddie!" he says,

Eddie laughs too, "I know! I really thought kids got put in jail for running away! I was just so- God, I just was, paranoid? I guess? From everything? Just the way life was for me back then,"

Steve hums in acknowledgment,

"But we went back home," Eddie goes on, "and I was covered in mud, and Wayne talked about the outdoors, all the way back to the trailer. Not really scolding me, just kinda telling me about it, about picking wood for a fire, about finding streams, using maps. And I didn't say a word.

I took a shower when we got home and when I came back out, Wayne told me to sit at the kitchen table.

I did, and I said I was sorry, because I thought I had to be. Wayne said there was nothing to be sorry about and gave me the first mug of hot cocoa I'd ever drank."

Steve smiles at that.

"In a werid-ass mug too," Eddie remembers, "I'd never seen a no-spill mug before, so I thought the shape was insane. And it had Garfield driving a red convertible on it, I hadn't known Wayne liked Garfield before."

"Is that why he got the one you use for your morning coffee?" Steve asked, referring to the big Garfield head mug that they saved from their old trailer.

"No, I got that one for him on his birthday, I think. I was sixteen. I just steal it from him sometimes" Eddie explains,

"You're sweet." Steve says,

Eddie rolls his eyes to try and slow his heartbeat, "He doesn't even like Garfield", Eddie huffs,

Steve tilts his head with a confused frown. He's so cute, it squeezes Eddie's heart almost painfully.

"He told me that day," Eddie explains, "when I got him that mug. My mom was the one who loved it. That's why he had the one he used to make the hot cocoa for me"

"Oh," Steve says,

"Yeah." Eddie agrees, "He still really appreciated the gift. Said it reminded him of her, and of me; said he loved it." Eddie blinks a couple of times then, takes a few more sips of his drink,

"But that's the story. I refused to drink from any other mug for like a year. And that's how Wayne started building his collection." Eddie explains,

"He was afraid the Garfield one would break, and it did, eventually, but by then, he already had the one I gave him, and so many more.

He taught me how to build a fire the week after I ran away, we started camping, he taught me how to fish. Said 'If you're gonna go, you gotta be safe'." Eddie imitates him again, making Steve grin.

"Eventually, I got that he didn't wanna give me back, no matter how much hell I gave him.

Eventually, I told him too, why I ran away. And he put it into words: That he wanted to be there for me, in whatever way he could. That he's my family." Eddie smiles,

"He's lucky to have you," Steve comments, surprising Eddie, he expected him to say Eddie's lucky to have Wayne, because he is, and he says so,

"I know," Steve says, smiling, "I'm glad you do,"

"One of my teachers told him he shouldn't be giving me cocoa, because I had so much energy already" Eddie remembers,

Steve snorts, "Did that stop him?" he asks knowingly,

"Not one bit." Eddie grins,

"I used to get so excited when I could have it at Hannah's," Steve recalls, "the kids teased me in the eight grade for still drinking it,"

Eddie cannot believe his ears, "Oh my god! They did the same to me!" he says,

Steve laughs, "Not that it stopped you," he teases,

"Drank it out of spite," Eddie confirms, laughing too.

"I can't believe you get this," Steve says after a bit, wonder evident in his voice, "I thought I was the only one,"

Eddie shrugs a little, sips on his drink, thinking they've been walking side by side for a long long time.

Steve's cheeks are flushed, probably from the hot drink, Eddie thinks he's beautiful,

"I like knowing more about you" he tells him, apropos of nothing,

"I like knowing more about you too, Eds." Steve answers, "Thanks for telling me."

Eddie huffs again, watches him yawn, "Can't wait to see what other fucked up thing we have in common" he says jokingly,

It startles a laugh out of Steve, interrupting his yawn and making him cough a bit.

"Sorry, sorry." Eddie laughs,

"No, you're right." Steve says, "I can't wait either," he yawns again.

"You should get some sleep," Eddie tells him, trying and failing to suppress his own yawn.

Steve tiredly rubs at his eyes and hums, "Hmm, you too," he says,

Eddie finishes his own drink and just nods, putting his mug down on the sink without moving from his place against the counter.

Steve gets up then, walks to him and puts his mug down next to Eddie's.

Eddie can't tear his eyes away from him as he stands there, looking down at their mugs.

His hair is pulled back by Eddie's bandana, his cheeks are flushed from the cocoa that Eddie made, he's wearing a scrunchie on his wrist because Eddie put it there.

Eddie feels dizzy seeing himself all over Steve, wishes he could make it so much more evident, wants to put his mouth to his skin, raise goosebumps, leave teeth marks.

Steve turns to look at him and Eddie holds his gaze.

He feels Steve's hand brushing his, feels him wrap his hand around Eddie's wrist, never looks away from Steve's drooping eyes.

"Thanks for this, Eds." Steve says.

"Yeah." Eddie whispers back, "Anytime," he says, breathless.

"Goodnight, Eddie" Steve says then, and leans in to press his lips against Eddie's cheek.

Eddie's breath catches in his throat and his heart tries to fly out through his mouth.

Steve softly lets go of his wrist and walks in front of him to go to his room. Eddie watches him go.

"Night, Stevie" he breathlessly tells Steve's back as he exits the kitchen.

the garfield mug

#steddie #steve x eddie #steveddie #steddie fluff #wayne munson my beloved #steddie lake fic #. #Eddie's kinda of entranced for now but i think he'll try to sort his thoughts over the next couple of days #stranger things

[missjashin]

Wayne finding Eddie and Steve sleeping together and he is taken aback but not because Eddie sleeping with a boy or not even because he is sleeping with Harrington. No, he is taken aback because the boy is sleeping soundly with Eddie. His Eddie. Who happens to be snoring like a jackhammer.

And yet there Steve is. His head resting on the juncture of Eddie’s neck and shoulder, basically having his ear right on the level of Eddie’s mouth, but face relaxed like nothing has ever bothered him in his life.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #stranger things #steve stranger things #eddie stranger things #perks of having your hearing worsening I guess?? #Eddie can talk loud sing loud and listen to loud music #makes sense to me that he can also sleep loud #lol this is silly #also Wayne my beloved #I don’t think Eddie snores every night but when he does it’s the actual earthquake of Hawkins

[jaebeomsbitch]

Best Friend's Kisses (E.M.)

Summary: After seventeen long years of friendship Eddie decides to fulfill a ten year old promise. Something whispered in the middle of the night. He gives you the best gift of all.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem! reader, really only mentioned like two or three times

Mid-twenties Eddie and reader. Mechanic! Eddie

Warning: Slight smut at the end, talks of insecurity, making out, flirting, swearing, and melancholy reader. MINORS DNI!

AN: This is only my third fic on here. I'm still trying to understand the formatting.

Eddie Munson had been your friend since you met him on the playground in third grade. He had defended you against some asshole kid who tried to take away your toy. Pushed him to the ground and yelled at him, you’d been inseparable since then. You saw each other through the awkward phases of becoming teenagers, watched him struggle through high school, and then eventually graduate.

Now you were both in your mid twenties, still having movie nights at the Munson’s every Friday after your shift at the record shop. You had a chance to leave, to go to college in New York but you turned it down. Not that you told Eddie, you didn’t want him to feel guilty. Truthfully you did stay for him, afraid that he might break without you but, did he really need you?

Eddie was an incredible sweetheart, making friends left and right with whoever would listen to him. It seemed like anyone that had a chance to really talk to him could see beyond the rumor around him. He was surrounded by people who loved him. Sometimes you regret staying, maybe you could’ve become something. Maybe you could’ve gotten a good degree, move your parents out of this shitty town but you were afraid.

The truth being you use Eddie as a crutch, you always had. Hiding behind him, gripping onto the back of his shirt as he yelled at another person for you, cleaning him up after he fought with a guy for groping you, Eddie was your protector in a sense. So you stay, stay in the shitty down you despise, wallow in self pity for being a fucking coward like you always are, and spending your days drinking or getting high with Eddie and his friends.

Today was a special day, Eddie had gotten a job at a mechanic shop. He always said that when he got his first paycheck he’d buy you something really special. He’d jump around from job to job until he found Earl. Earl was the only person who truly gave Eddie a chance.

“Honey, I’m home,” He jokes, walking into the trailer. Already expecting you to be lying on his bed when he comes home like you always are. He walks in shoulders hunched, face covered in grease stains, and hair knotted. “Gonna take a shower, then’ll be back. Got something exciting for you sweetheart,” He smiles, grabbing the pile of clothes you left on the foot of his bed ready for him. “Toodaloo,” he wags his fingers behind him as he exits the room.

Oh god what did he get you? Eddie had a reputation for going overboard, always saying he had to spoil his ‘princess’ because you were his longest friend. Always rambling about how you deserved the world for sticking by his side. Steve and Robin like to tease him, poking fun at your friendship. Always whispering, “you’ve never thought ‘bout it?” with their questioning gazes. It didn’t matter what either of you said, they never believed you. They could see the way the tips of your ears turned red or the way Eddie silently threatened Steve.

“I feel so much better,” He sighs, throwing himself next to you. He cuddles into the pillow, throwing the sheets over himself. “You forgetting something?” You laugh.

“Oh shit, sorry. M’tired,” He mumbles, eyes open wide. “Just go to sleep, Eds. You can give me whatever it is tomorrow,” You whisper. Trying to lull him back to sleep as you massage his scalp. “No, been waiting forever,” He murmurs, eyes blinking slowly. He must’ve been really tired for him to forget dinner. Eddie was never one to skip meals, always saying they were his favorite part of his day. You watch him sleep, he looks so peaceful with his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted. It isn’t until you hear the phone ring that you move your hand from his curls.

“Hello?” You whisper trying not to wake him up. “Oh hey! I was expecting Eddie,” Steve says on the line. “He got home and fell asleep immediately, I was just about to make dinner. What’s up?” You ask.

“You sound so domestic, like a housewife,” Steve chuckles.

“Yeah, yeah. Hardy har har.” You roll your eyes leaning against the wall.

“H-has he given you the present yet?” He asks out of nowhere.

“No, he just said he had something for me then fell asleep two seconds later. I don’t know what he did today but he skipped lunch. You know how unusual that is for him,” you say slightly concerned.

“It’s just… he loves you a lot you know?” Steve says, his voice sounding a little weird.

“Yeah and I love him too,” You reply quickly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Just… keep that in mind, I’ll see you tomorrow,” He says.

“What wh-” He hangs up. What the fuck was that about? Of course you’d see Steve and the gang tomorrow, it was your weekly get together with the adults of the group but this felt weird. It almost felt like something monumental was supposed to happen today.

You try to shake away the feeling, looking through the fridge to see what they have. Cheese and tortillas, the ones you brought from home because you ‘accidentally’ bought two packs. You make quesadillas like you’ve made all your childhood, they were quick to make and easy for Eddie to eat while he’s half asleep. He had this miraculous way of waking up, eating, and forgetting that he even ate when he woke up.

“Eds… Teddie,” you whisper, gently shaking his shoulder until he groans. He gained the nickname after a long night of calling each other annoying nicknames, you saw your childhood teddy bear and instantly thought of Eddie. Just like it, he brought you comfort and he was also the person to give it to you. Claimed he won it in a claw machine for twenty five cents but you knew he had saved his money for weeks to buy it for you. You'd seen it at the store when your mom dragged you shopping for your sister's new clothes.

“I know, I know, baby. Just eat and you can go back to sleep okay,” You whisper, sitting on the ledge of the bed next to him. He slowly blinks, turning toward you as he scratches his neck languidly.

“Come on, eat,” You show him the plate but he still blinks at you not understanding. So you feed him like a sick child, watching as he takes little bites and tilting his head forward when he needs a drink. “Go back to sleep,” You whisper, kissing him on the forehead as his eyes close again.

Steve was right, it all felt entirely domestic. You’d never treat him, Robin, or any of your other friends like this but Eddie, he was special. Your heart clenches at the idea, always longing for Eddie in a way you know is not possible. Always afraid you’d ruin your seventeen years of friendship, afraid you’d lose the one person who made you feel comfortable. You’d always cuddled with him, he was overly touchy with you to the point that everyone thought you were together. You were always off limits to the other guys in Hawkins, only ever catching the eye of passersby. You fall asleep, thinking about all the should haves and could haves.

The sun filters through the small crack in the curtains hitting you straight in the face. You look around the room, remembering you fell asleep next to Eddie. His arm is around your waist, head buried in your neck, hair tickling your nose. You try to stretch as much as you can while being basically pinned down by Eddie.

“Ten more minutes,” he mumbles, pulling you closer.

“You slept for sixteen hours already,” you snort.

“Not enough,” He nuzzles into your neck.

“You gotta stop that or I’m gonna piss myself,” You say, trying to pry his arm off of you.

“Do it, you wouldn’t dare,” He challenges.

“No I wouldn’t but seriously, I gotta go!” you say more urgently.

“Fine, but you jump right back in bed the minute you finish,” He bargains.

“It’s almost one o’clock, I am not staying in bed,” You protest, still pulling at his arm.

“Either way you still owe me a present,” You say.

“Oh shit, I forgot,” He says, finally letting you go. You run to the bathroom to take care of yourself, peeing and brushing your teeth. You’d had a toothbrush right next to Eddie’s since your first sleepover, he always took charge of changing it out every couple of months.

“So what’s the plan for today?” You ask, rummaging through his closet.

“Eat, present, meet Robin and Nance and 'em,” He says, standing up from the bed to join you. He picks up a pair of black jeans, his favorite because “they fit him the best and they make his ass look good,” according to Eddie. It was warm out, you could already tell by the heat in the trailer so he picks out a cutoff tee that shows off the sides of his ribs if he moves a certain way. He didn’t know this was your favorite shirt of his. He always looked so fucking hot with it on, his tattoos peaking through the side, his midriff exposed at the corner of your eye. Well if he was going to play that game you needed a better outfit, no band tee for you.

You search through your overnight bag for the black lacy cami top that usually leaves him speechless and a pair of shorts. He looks at the outfit in your hand and gulps.

“Great, I’m starving,” You wink at him as you walk by. What the fuck were you doing? What has gotten into you? He might’ve just been thirsty or something. There was no guarantee he even noticed what you grabbed or even cared. When you come out dressed you hear Wayne’s voice to the right of you talking to Eddie about his job.

“Good…afternoon!” You greet them.

“Finally decided to wake up I see,” Wayne says, eyebrow raised. He wasn’t judging you, he liked to tease but he knew how hard Eddie and you worked. He always treated you like a dad, more than your own father. He was protective and caring in his own way.

“Blame Teddie,” You nudge Eds in the ribs.

“You know I need my beauty rest,” He says, flicking his hair.

“Maybe you need to sleep longer,” Wayne’s eyes light up, teasing Eddie.

“Some sleep would do you good,” Eddie says, tone more serious. Wayne had been picking up more shifts lately, you had hardly seen him the last three weeks.

“I’m already as pretty as I’ll get,” Wayne grumbles, not liking Eddie’s concern.

“Weren’t y’all ‘bout to get food, c’mon get,” Wayne pushes you both out, slamming the door behind you two.

“He really is overworking himself,” You sigh as you climb into Eddie’s van.

“I know, that’s why I’ve been taking longer hours at the shop. Just want to take some burden off the old man,” He says, eyes focused on the road. You both sit in silence on the drive to Benny’s, thinking about how stuck you felt.

You wanted to help Wayne in any way you could but you still weren’t making enough money. You rented out a room from your parents because according to them the second you turn eighteen they weren’t supposed to help you anymore. Even if you wanted to leave you couldn’t afford the lease. You remember all those nights with Eddie, dreaming of the day you finally became adults so you could become independent.

“We’re here,” Eddie says, snapping his finger in front of your face.

“Fuck, you scared the shit out of me,” You jump, hand clutching your chest.

“What’s got you so spaced out?” Eddie asks, during the short walk into the diner and into your “designated” booth.

“Nothin’” you say, playing with the salt and pepper shakers.

“C’mon tell me what’s on your mind,” He pushes.

“I just wish I could do something to help Wayne out,” You sigh, not looking up at him.

“Me too,” He says, taking the pepper from your hand and playing with it. You didn’t expect the heavy atmosphere but thankfully it's broken when Doris comes over with your drinks. You always ordered the same thing, every week.

“Here’s your cola’s, just put in your order,” She smiles.

“Thank you!” you beam at the sugary beverage.

“There’s something magical in these sodas I swear,” You moan, as you gulp it down.

Eddie’s looking at you through his eyelashes, tongue swiping at his bottom lip.

“Yeah tastes pretty good,” He observes, voice deeper than normal and pupil’s slightly blown out. You make conversation over your pancake breakfasts, talking about shitty customers and bonding over telling them to fuck off. The tension from earlier is gone as Eddie promises he can scarf down his food in less than ten minutes.

“I never said you couldn’t do it, I just said it wasn’t worth the upset stomach I know you’re gonna have,” You say, walking toward his van.

“Well it was worth it,” He gives you a toothy smile.

“Now for the big event,” He says, as you both get in the van.

“Big event?” You question.

“Got you a surprise, something I promised you a long time ago,” He says, staring into your eyes. There’s something there you don’t recognize, his gaze looking different. You wrack your brain trying to decipher his riddle. What did he promise you? He had made so many promises over the years, pinkies intertwining each other as Gareth made fun of your childish ways.

“Okay…” You look at him suspiciously.

“But, I’m gonna need to blindfold you,” He says, eyes full of mischief.

“Ooh kinky,” you wag your eyebrows at him. His eyes slightly widen before he snaps out of it and grabs a scrap of fabric from his door.

“Turn around for me sweetheart,” He mumbles. You can’t help but slightly shake as he places the opaque fabric over your eyes, his hand brushing the back of your head as he knots it in place. The entire act felt all too intimate, your heavy breaths in the silent van weren’t helping either.

“Can you see anything?” He asks, presumably waving a hand in your face as you turn to sit straight.

“Nothing, scouts honor,” You say, raising two fingers.

“You weren’t even in the scouts,” He laughs, turning the key in the ignition. You don’t know what direction you’re heading in.

“Oh my god are you gonna murder me? Been playing the long con? Get me comfortable so I go without protest,” You tease.

“Oh yeah, gonna chop you up in the forest in the name of satan,” He says dramatically.

“Sounds ‘bout right,” You laugh, as he pulls to a stop.

“We’re here, just give me a second” He says, opening the door and rounding the car to open yours less than a second later.

“Wrap your arms around my neck princess,” He says, carrying you out of the van and placing you on your feet.

“Woah,” You grab onto his arm as the dizziness sets in.

“You alright?” He asks, concerned laced in his voice.

“Yeah just give me a second. M’dizzy” You say, gripping harder onto his bicep.

“Take your time,” He says.

“I’m ready,” You say after a minute. “Okay, just follow my voice. It’s a trust exercise,” you can hear the smile in his voice as he leads you. “There’s like three steps, just take ‘em slow. Here’s the first one,” He says, stopping so you can get your footing. He leads you up the last two, “Before you take your blindfold off… just, I don’t know. J-just I don’t even know how to explain it,” He says, voice full of nervousness.

“Eds, I feel like I've been blindfolded for an hour. If this is another prank I will fucking kill you,” You threaten.

“Not a joke, promise,” He says, “Ready?”

“Been ready,” You answer. He takes your hand putting something cold in it and leaning over your shoulder to see the knot. You blink at the sudden light, trying to grab your bearings.

“W-what?” You asked confused. He’d placed a key in your hand, you were standing in front of a house.

“We always promised we’d move out together, it was time for me to bank it in,” He smiles.

“Wait, what?” You still couldn’t believe it. It had to be some sort of joke, he probably found this key on the floor.

“C’mon open the door,” He nods his head in the direction of the lock.

“You’re serious?” You ask, eyes wide in shock.

“As a heart attack. C’mon! I’ve been waiting for months to show you it,” He says, pressing you to open the lock. Your hands shake as you approach the door, the key surprisingly sliding in and turning. Oh no he wasn’t lying, this wasn’t an epic prank. You open the door to an empty living room, his hand guiding you inside.

“I haven’t picked out the furniture yet, thought you’d want to do it together,” He stammers, as you silently scan over the room. It was nice, the entrance opened to the living room, to the left was an open floor plan kitchen, and to the right a bedroom.

“T-together?” You stutter. You were speechless.

“I know how much you hate living at your folks home and you know we made that promise that we’d move out together when we had the money,” He says scratching the back of his neck. He was nervous at your lack of response, did you hate the house? Maybe he should have consulted you first.

“So you and me, living together?” You question, taking in every single detail.

“Yes, just you and me. Maybe Wayne but I doubt he’ll leave the trailer. He’ll finally have a bedroom again though,” He trails off.

“Holy shit, this is for real?” You ask again, walking around the living room toward the kitchen.

“Oh my god how many times do I have to say yes. Did I tie that blindfold too tight? Not enough oxygen in your brain” he chuckles at his joke. You jump into his arms, legs straddling his waist. You hold onto him like a monkey as he grabs your thighs.

“This is the best present ever! Holy shit, Eddie,” You say hugging him close.

“Least I can do for your long years of serving me loyally,” He laughs, walking deeper into the house. You slide down his body as he pulls you through, giving you the grand tour. The house had three bedrooms total, apparently he got an insane deal on the property. Someone from the shop got a huge opportunity in Indianapolis and was trying to get rid of it. They passed down the title to Eddie instead of going through a broker.

“Now this, I think may be your favorite part,” He says, pulling you toward the back door. Your hands entwined, which was not unusual for you both. He opens the door to a beautiful garden, the previous owners must’ve loved this place. It was full of flowers and fruit trees.

“There’s a perfect shady spot to read your books, we could put a table out there and have breakfast together,” He says.

“Holy shit Eddie, it’s perfect,” You say, pulling him in for another hug. He’s bent at an awkward angle to meet your height. Without thinking you peck him on the lips before letting him go and walking down the steps to the garden. You look back at him still frozen in that weird position.

“What’s wrong?” You ask oblivious to what you had just done.

“D-did you just kiss me?” He asks, running down the stairs to meet you halfway down the yard.

“T-that was-” You stutter, realizing what happened. He towers over you, hand tilting your face upward as he kisses you again.

“This okay?” he mumbles into your lips. You move your hands to his shoulders, nails digging into the skin. “Mhm,” You agree, trying to pull him closer. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip with a groan, his kisses becoming more desperate. You open your mouth inviting him in, his tongue mapping out your mouth as you moan. “F-fuck,” You breathe out as he pulls away, kissing down your neck. You’d never been touched like this by Eddie, his hands running all over you anguished for a piece of skin to grab onto. He leans his forehead against yours, as you both catch your breath, his hands under your shirt on your hips.

“W-what was that,” You stammer.

“Been wanting to do that since middle school,” His breath ghosts over your face as he leans back to look at you, skin flushed and chest rising rapidly.

“Since fourth grade,” You laugh, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him down to your level.

“That long?” He says incredulously.

“You were my first crush,” You admit, face flushing at the confession.

“You were mine!” He says, voice raising in astonishment.

“So we could’ve been doing that for fuckin’ years?” He says more to himself than you.

“Guess so,” You shrug your shoulders.

“No wonder everyone thought we were dating. You made the goo goo eyes at me I made the goo goo eyes at you,” He laughs.

“That was your fault! You always had an arm around my shoulder or were holding my hand. Anyone would’ve thought we were together!” You reply.

“As if you didn’t love it. Don’t think I didn’t see the way you look at me when I wear this shirt,” He teases.

“So you admit you did it on purpose?” You ask, smacking his chest.

“Course gotta make you all nervous,” He pecks you on the lips.

“Well don’t think I don’t notice all the times you stare at my boobs especially when I wear this,” You motion to your outfit.

“I fucking knew it! You’re a temptress y’know that?” He growls, pulling you in for another kiss.

“Anyway, I was always touching you because I didn’t want anyone hanging around my girl,” He mumbles at his admission, neck and cheeks flushed.

“Your girl?” You question, eyebrow raised.

“Always have been, always will be,” He reveals.

“You don’t know how many girls I had to fight off,” You chuckle.

“No way! I had to fight off half the town. You don’t even know how many fist fights I got into because of you,” he says.

“Girls are a lot more vicious. You know there was always a rumor going around about you,” You divulge.

“Oh yeah?” He motions for you to go on. “Always heard you had a big dick,” You reveal before hiding in his chest. You feel his chest vibrate as he laughs, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teases.

“Yes I would,” You say, gaining confidence. You look up at him, the way his chocolate brown eyes are swallowed by his pupils. He pulls you in for another kiss, this one faster and more aggressive, it almost felt primal.

“Finally!” Robin cheers from the door, Eddie groans at the sound. He forgot he called them while you were changing. Steve, Robin, and Nancy scramble down the stairs giving you both congratulations. Gareth, Jeff, and, Grant arriving a few minutes later. Eddie’s annoyance dies down when he sees your face loving the way you laugh around your friends. You spend the rest of the afternoon drinking and eating take out with them. Nancy had brought a board game, this felt like home. Having them all here, Eddie's arm wrapped around you as he kisses your temple. You were finally home.

Eddie was finally yours and you were finally his. All your internal struggles and insecurities paid off. You had won the big prize at the fair! You spend the night on a blow up mattress with Eddie, eventually popping it because he has no control. After years of waiting you both felt more than desperate, clawing at each other's clothes.

“Shit- shit shit! M’close,” You moan.

“Fuck me too!” his eyes roll to the back of his head, thrusting in and out at a brutal pace.

“Say you’re mine, wanna hear it,” He begs.

“M’yours, always yours,” You claw at his back. “Yes yes yes yes,” He rambles until you’re both seeing stars. He pulls out of you, pulling you to his sweaty chest.

“This has to be a dream,” He exhales, staring at the ceiling. You kiss his chest in response. It was all too real. Your dreams had become reality. You finally had Eddie in your arms. You were his and he was yours just like you both promised when you were children.

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