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#I can’t decide if this is mushy or angsty hmmm
artiststarme · 9 months
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Wayne didn’t know why the world hated his nephew. Through his eyes, he saw the same innocent boy that was dropped on the stoop of his trailer with only a garbage bag and a black lunchbox to his name.
He certainly didn’t see the murderer and cult leader that the rest of Hawkins saw. Or the freak that the world would come to know him as. Eddie Munson was the softest kid Wayne had ever known; crying when bugs got stepped on, cuddling stray kittens at the trailer park, and adopting all of the outcasts that the preppy bitchasses turned on.
Even though Eddie was now 20 and struggling to graduate high school for a third time, Wayne loved him. He was the light of his life and the reason he woke up every day. Wayne’s brother may have screwed up everything in his life but the one good thing he brought to the world was Eddie.
When that Dustin kid gave Wayne Eddie’s guitar pick necklace, he felt his heart die a little bit. The love deep in his soul flickered out to join Eddie wherever he was. But still, he moved on. He cleared Eddie’s name and helped the kids pin the murders on the Creel boy. Wayne kept going like his purpose in life hadn’t died in those earthquakes.
And on one random day when a knock on the trailer door turned out to be a scarred and an emaciated Eddie, his heart started beating again. Because his boy was back, he wasn’t gone after all.
(Wayne didn’t mind the large flock of teens that came with Eddie’s return. He didn’t mind the fluffy haired kid that always held Eddie and kissed his face. No, with his boy back in his life, Wayne had more than enough love for all of them.)
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