#eddie and wayne

[hellfiredemon]

Got to work on the absolute best team for the Steddie Bang for @messessentialist (AO3 @/pricklywhicket)'s fic Start by Pulling him Out of the Fire Featuring artwork by me and the extraordinary @maikaartwork (Twitter)

This story is incredible and so dear to me! Give it a read and check out Maika's incredible piece here.

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[thelastwalkingsoul]

Eddie didn't experience an easter egg hunt until Wayne.

That first year Eddie had lived with Wayne had been a whirlwind of emotions. Eddie had been lost and scared, not trusting Wayne and too on edge to get comfortable. He'd bounced back and forth between being quiet and making himself small to yelling at Wayne to try and get a reaction. Eddie doesn't like thinking about that year, but the good parts stick out from the bad. The parts when Wayne tried his best to make the curveball that was little Eddie happy.

He remembers his first Easter with Wayne. The awkward gruff way Wayne had called Eddie out of his room and told him to start looking. How confused Eddie was until he moved a cushion and found a bright blue plastic egg. He doesn't remember how he reacted, but that was one of the first moments Eddie truly considered that Wayne might care for him.

They'd continued the tradition. Wayne would (very poorly) hide plastic eggs around the trailer, always filled with whatever candy happened to be Eddie's favourite at the time. Eddie would go looking for them, usually putting on a show of not being able to find any at first, just to get that amused smile out of his uncle. He'd gather them all up in a bowl that would sit on the kitchen bench, slowly being cracked open over the following days.

One year, Eddie picked up an egg only to notice that the weight was off. All the eggs usually felt just as heavy as each other, but that one was way lighter. He'd looked to his uncle, who shrugged. So Eddie opened it. Inside were a handful of guitar picks in various colours, but there was one in particular that stood out. It was a red and black celluloid pick, the colours and pattern similar to his sweetheart he'd bought only months earlier. Eddie had taken one look at Wayne's face and laughed himself at the man, hugging him tight.

The pick still lives on the chain around his neck.

Part 2 (kinda)

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[artbean]

THE BALLAD OF EDDIE MUNSON’S BATTLE VEST

by @hawkinsleather

"Go on," Wayne nods, urging him to close the blades and make his first cut. He does it slowly and nervously. The scissors are sharp and cut into the thick fabric like a hot knife into butter. He's more confident with the next cut and soon enough he's cut all the way round back to where they started. He admires his work. It's not perfect, there's tiny scraps of the sleeve still hanging off, probably from the places where he had to open the heavy scissors for the next cut.

"Good job, Eddie," Wayne says.

my fourth and final piece for the @strangerthingsreversebigbang! loved working on something centered on wayne nurturing eddie. be sure to check out the fic!

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[beep-beep-robin]

steve having to get used to the way things are so different in the munson household than they ever were in the harrington household.

the way wayne actually asks the boys what they‘re doing that day, the way he knows things about eddie that steve‘s own dad doesn‘t even care to ask him about.

that wayne wants to get to know steve in his own way, puts effort into making him feel welcome in their trailer, even if it‘s just by buying that one brand of cereal he likes to eat (that both eddie and wayne don‘t) without mentioning it. it just appears in the cupboard one morning, and keeps reappearing whenever the last one had been empty.

he‘s surprised that even though wayne works nights, eddie and wayne still make an effort to have at least one meal together every other day, and steve gets to join in on those when he's there. that was something that was only reserved for very special occasions with his own parents, and even then it would be spent in silence or with them talking about business stuff. barely making the effort to ask steve how school was going (yeah, they hadn't had a meal together in THAT long).

but with eddie and wayne it's different. eddies loud personality definitely doesn't change when he's eating, hands flying everywhere while explaining something that had happened that day, steve having to be careful to not get stabbed in the eye with his fork. wayne mainly listens, but throws in questions here and there, keeping eddie going, showing he's interested.

steve mainly listens as well, enjoying seeing eddie act so much more himself than he does in front of anyone else.

but as he gets more and more used to this new dynamic, and actually feels at home for once, even though he doesn't really live there, steve starts to talk more as well.

and it's nice, not only having eddie there, but to also have wayne there. listening intently, asking questions, showing actual interest. that isn't something steve's used to, not from anyone else but eddie and robin, actually.

let alone from someone who feels so much like what he'd always wished for in his dad when he was a kid.

steve thinks that this is the family he was always meant to have. it's a weird combination, steve "the king" harrington, his boyfriend, eddie "the freak" munson and eddie's uncle, all stuffed together in a small trailer. but steve couldn't be happier.

it isn't long until christmas that year rolls around, and steve nearly cries his eyes out when he gets handed a small, messily wrapped box (eddie's handiwork), containing a key to the trailer.

(because he basically lives here already anyways, eddie adds, trying to hide the tears in his own eyes, while wayne wraps steve in a hug).

#babes idek what this issssss #i was emotional ok #also had to throw in a tiny bit of christmas lmao #steddie #steve and wayne #eddie and wayne #wayne munson #original post #vanessas headcanons #vanessas writing #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #steveddie #stranger things

[jqmunson]

Have a very merry Christmas from Eddie and Wayne.

❤️❄️💚❄️❤️❄️💚❄️❤️❄️💚

The Munson trailer is filled with love and cheer this holiday season.

From them to you.

JQMunson's 12 days till Eds-Mas

(Christmas day)

Thank you for joining me on this little edit challenge journey! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Enjoy yourself today. Stay safe. Merry Christmas, friends.

🎄☃️❄️🌟🌨️🔔🦌🧑‍🎄🫂

♥️- J.Q.M

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[heylookliisten]

listen i know christmas is so far away but had to get this thought out of my head before i lose it

imagine dating eddie for awhile, maybe a few months almost a year. while your relationship with him is growing stronger, you struggle to find out where you stand with wayne

wayne is aware of eddies reputation. he’s aware of the stares, the whispers, and the cruelty people have shown his nephew. he has spent countless hours defending the boy, being there for eddie when it all became too much, and being one of the few people to show him love. he’s very protective of eddie and frankly would do anything for him

when you come into the picture he can’t help but be weary. he’s seen eddie get excited about people before just for them to break his heart and leave him without a moments notice. while this has caused eddie to put up an emotional barrier, wayne sees how willing he is to tear that down for you

you always feel waynes lingering stare whenever you’re at the trailer. you’re not unaware of his caution. you notice how he questions your actions, questions your character, and you do what is best and are honest with him. waynes the type of person to spot bullshit a mile away and you don’t want to risk not earning his trust by not giving him the truth. while wayne can easily read you, it’s not the same the other way around. every hmm or stare leaves you wondering more and more if you’ll earn his approval

you’ve brought this up to eddie who tries to convince you that wayne does in fact trust you. says the man just gives a rough exterior that’s common amongst the munson family. his words don’t settle the doubt in your head which leads eddie to bring it up to wayne

the two men have a tense discussion. it goes back and forth of wayne repeating how he’s just looking out for him and eddie saying how maybe it’s wayne the one more afraid of him getting hurt. eddie tells his uncle how it’s different this time, how he loves you. wayne is quiet before nodding slightly and heading to work. even eddie couldn’t read his reaction and doesn’t bring it up again

weeks pass and christmas rolls around, eddie inviting you to spend it with him and wayne. you’re hesitant because you don’t want to intrude on their time together but eddie waves it off, saying you’re always welcomed in the munson home. you show up on christmas eve with a few presents and the promise of making breakfast in the morning

eddie and wayne normally keep things calm for the holiday, opting for one or two movies and some spiked hot chocolate before calling it a night. however, you bring more festivity and light to the holiday than wayne was expecting. you brought over gingerbread scented candles, festive blankets, two tins of cookies (one with overly decorated ones to appease eddies sweet tooth and one with simple sugar cookies because you remember wayne doesn’t like them too sweet), and a good quality vodka for the hot chocolate. wayne can’t help the small smile he hides behind his mug as he watches eddie look at you with pure joy

when the time to exchange presents comes, you were hesitant to give yours to wayne. it was something small, like specialty coffee or something, because eddie had told you he wasn’t big on gifts. he says thank you but then suddenly looks a little nervous. you’re expecting him to say he actually doesn’t like it but instead he reaches down and grabs a neatly wrapped box from under the tree. he hands it to you and it takes your brain a second to recognize that wayne munson, the man who has given you nothing but the cold shoulder, got you a christmas present. what you’re not expecting even more is to open the box and find a mug that’s hand decorated. you notice some small designs were in eddies style but there a few that you figured were in waynes. the older man clears his throat and points to the wall of mugs. there was now an open spot between his and eddies favorites. “you’re part of the family now so figured you deserved a place on the shelf.”

tears form in your eyes and you gently put the mug back in its box before rushing to give wayne a hug. he’s a little taken back but chuckles before wrapping his arms around you too. when you pull away you suddenly can’t find enough words to describe how much this means to you so you settle on a heartfelt thank you. waynes eyes drift to eddie who sits there with the softest smile. he thinks about all the times he’s seen you cause eddie to have that very smile, how you made him laugh, and how you were there for him no matter what. he realized eddie was right, maybe he was the one more scared. but now, he’s realized that you were maybe one of the best things to happen to him. he’s never seen eddie more happy and more loved than he is with you

wayne simply shakes his head, gives you a pat on the back before whispering “no, thank you”

#I’m soft for the munsons #i wish we had more content involving eddie and wayne #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #wayne munson #eddie and wayne #stranger things #stranger things x you #stranger things x reader

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Have you ever stood in the middle of your room feeling off somehow but not knowing what's wrong or why you're feeling strange? And you can't even explain it to yourself?

In those instances, Eddie does his best to help you, because he knows you just as well as you do, but sometimes he knows you don't need him.

You need his dad.

Eddie never takes offense. He gets it. He just gives you a wry smile, chocolate button eyes glassy with tears of worry for you, and walks with you through the trailer and into the living room where his dad is sat watching television. Killing time until his shift.

It's a familiar routine for the three of you and that's why you refer to Eddie's Uncle as being somewhat like a doctor to you. Because if you can't figure yourself out, then Uncle Wayne can with a long, good look at you.

"When's the last time you ate, darlin'?"

"I ain't seen you drink water for a few, sweetpea. Might wanna get on that."

"Don't 'spose you've seen my favourite film 'round here, have you?" And he'll list off one or two of your favourites, giving Eddie a pointed look towards the VHS stack in the corner, tucked behind the TV.

Sometimes, it's not as simple as needing a comfort film or some physical self care. Sometimes, you just feel wrong. For no real reason or rhyme, and that's okay. The Munsons understand that too.

In those more complex cases, Uncle Wayne will tease Eddie, dropping hints.

"You been neglecting cuddles, Eddie? Ain't like you to not be clingin' to someone."

"You kids gonna sit down? Plenty of space here." And he'll shuffle over so you can sit beside him, and Eddie on your other side. You can hug either or both or not touch at all; no offense will be taken, understanding and love will be given, and they'll support you no matter what.

There's a saying in the Munson household for good reason: "if in doubt, ask Uncle Wayne" 🥺🙏💖

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[niceboyeds]

pep talk (e.m)

Eddie Munson x reader 

ft. Uncle Wayne

summary: sometimes all you need is to buckle down and work all through the night, fortunately someone else is also around at the early hours of the morning to give you a much needed pep talk.

contains: self-doubt, overworking, fluffy fluff, i genuinely don't know what else to add lol

word count: 1.2K

@ghosttownwherenoonegoes for you, my dear. please take care of yourself, you're doing so well! The Munsons would be so proud of you🤍

nav

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“sweets… why don’t you take a break?”

“don’t have time for a break, Eds. I gotta catch up, I’m so behind!”

“you’ve been studying for hours, I’m sure you’re plenty caught up for tonight.”

“Eddie. please, I really need to get this done.” you turn your eyes away from the textbook, seeing his defeated look and it makes your chest pang with guilt.

why didn’t you do it earlier?

why did you take on more than you knew you could handle?

you should be spending time with him.

“okay, just come to bed soon.” he leans down to kiss the top of your head before making his way into the bedroom, leaving you at the dining table with nothing but the quiet murmurs outside the trailer to distract you.

soon doesn’t come though, as you find yourself in a steady groove. powered only by too much coffee and sheer willpower.

you don't even notice the time until you hear a familiar pair of boots making their way up the stairs to the trailer’s front door.

there was no way you stayed up all night?

oh but you had, and it only made you grow even more frustrated with yourself.

“mornin’, kid. didn't expect you to be up yet.” Uncle Wayne trudges through the trailer, eyeing the table you had cluttered with many textbooks and journals.

“didn't exactly go to sleep...” a heavy sigh following your words.

“well, maybe you're just a night owl like me.”

“I don't think I can do it anymore.” you admit with a toss of your pen onto the table. feeling completely overwhelmed by the amount of work you still have yet to do.

“do what?” he pries, sitting beside you in a dining chair. he begins taking off his boots, waiting for you to explain.

“this.” you answer, gesturing your hands to the mound of homework assignments.

“I just feel like I’m in a never-ending cycle of work, school, work, school. when do I get to do things I enjoy? when do I get to spend time with Eddie or you? this is the first time I've seen you in a week because usually before you even get home from work I’m on my way to my job. and then by the time I finally make my way back you've left for your shift. and Eddie is being so patient with me, but I know he's upset that I haven't been spending any time with him.”

you pause to catch your breath, having said it all in one and certainly too fast. he thinks of starting to speak but holds off knowing you're not quite done with your vent.

that’s Wayne’s thing, he’s a listener first and a problem solver second. always more than willing to offer a solution to whatever you need help with but never cutting you off.

“I just don't think I can do it all anymore. it’s too much pressure.” you finish, looking over to see a very empathetic Uncle Wayne locking eyes with you. seeing the tears welling up in your eyes makes his heart ache for you.

“listen kiddo, I know it’s hard right now. shit’s stressful, s’all part of growin’ up. unfortunately there’s not much I can change about that.” his hand comes around to pat you the shoulder, trying to comfort you just as the tears breach your eye-line.

“but I know you’ll regret your decision. hell, I wish I had just half the perseverance you do to finish school. you've already worked so hard to get to this point, don't give up on your dreams.”

“but with work I—”

“I told ya to lessen your hours at your job!” he chuckles lowly, attempting to lighten the mood but quickly speaks up again before you argue.

“you should just worry about school, let me and Eddie help take care of ya. s’what we like to do. family helps family, and that means I’m not gonna let you quit on yourself. even if it means I gotta come home from work and give you a pep talk every mornin’. but I’d much rather you sleep at night, nightshift ages ya.”

you sit with his words for a moment, contemplating. sure, it would be amazing to only have to worry about your studies, but was it logically the best option?

“just sleep on it.” Wayne interrupts your train of thought. “don’t make any big decisions on exhaustion.”

“yeah…  yeah, you’re right. I should get some sleep.” you sigh, slowly standing up from the table and stretching your sore back.

“sleep tight, darlin’.” he hugs you tightly, knowing you needed it. he is proven right once again when he first attempts to release you, but your grip stays tight on him. he doesn’t mind though, he’s always happy to comfort you when you need it.

“thank you.” you whisper before letting him go. he gives a single nod in reply before you turn to walk to the bedroom.

the door creaks open louder than you had hoped, but Eddie didn’t stir at all at the sound. you pad across the bedroom to your side of the bed, slipping under the covers which engulfed you in the scent of your boyfriend.

unfortunately as soon as you relax into the mattress, he immediately notices your presence.

“baby…” his voice quiet and slightly whiney.

“hi Eds.” you whisper back, wiggling into his arms.

“what time is it?”

“um… well, Wayne is home.” you answer honestly, despite his request for you to go to bed with him.

“did you get your work done?”

he doesn’t scold you, and he doesn’t complain that you never showed up last night, something you’ve always appreciated about him. he doesn’t hold anything against you because at the end of the day, or perhaps the beginning in today’s case, he only wants you to do what you love.

he doesn’t want you to give up on your dreams and passions because he knows this is what you want. you’ve worked so hard and he would never want to hold you back, especially since you’ve never once stopped him from following his own dreams.

“I got enough done for now.” you answer with a yawn, cozying into his body even more.

“sounds like you were cryin’, baby. you okay?”

“yeah, I’m okay. Uncle Wayne gave me a pep talk, helped me with something.”

“he’s a good man.” you know he’s smiling, you can hear it in his voice.

His uncle, his dad, is known for giving the best pep talks in the house. it’s no surprise he gave you one when he walked into the trailer this morning, seeing as he’s given you quite a few already and you’ve overheard his chats with Eddie.

“he really is. I don’t deserve him.”

“uh yes you do. we all deserve an Uncle Wayne, you just lucked out like me and got the real deal.”

“yeah, I really did get lucky ending up in a family with the two of you.” you yawn once again as you speak, exhaustion finally sinking in.

and you meant every word you said. The Munsons were your family, and Wayne took you in without a second thought and wide-open arms, because his son loved you. you could never fully find the words to express your gratitude to him. but it was okay, because he already knew, and that alone was more than enough for him.

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[withacapitalp]

@thefreakandthehair

Dearest Lex! First of all, happy birthday <3 People like you are once in a lifetime, and I'm so so grateful we've become friends. I tried to pull together a little surprise, I'm sure someone else has already posted theirs, but I scheduled mine to be here bright and early!!

For anyone not in the loop who wants to do something for Lex DM me!!

Link to Ao3

Eddie had never exactly had the best track record with birthdays. 

When he had been couch surfing with his mom and dad, there wasn’t exactly time for setting up a birthday party, or money for cake and presents. If he was lucky, his mom would get him a cheap toy car, or a lollipop that she swiped from the gas station — little ways to make the day special. She tried, she really did, but that was mostly at the start.

By ten, she seemed to have forgotten her son even had a birthday, too lost in the drugs to see him waiting for her to notice. Hell, there were even some years where he himself completely missed it. They would pass by somewhere, and Eddie would offhandedly see the date, realizing with a jolt that his birthday had passed days or weeks ago and nothing had changed. 

He hated those years most of all. 

But…but today was his thirteenth birthday. 

He was turning thirteen today, and he was finally in a place he could really call home. He was turning thirteen, and for the first time, Eddie wanted to let himself hope. He let himself day dream about a party with balloons and a cake littered with bright candles. He had thought endlessly about how Thirteen was going to be great, the best year yet. His year. 

Eddie had, foolishly, let himself think that things might be better now. After all, Wayne had been nothing but kind to him so far, always wanting to know what Eddie thought and listening when he told wild long winded stories. Wayne was good, and he seemed like the type to make birthdays something special. 

He woke up that morning, hope starting to stir in his chest, and it instantly vanished when he threw his arm out to wake his uncle, only to find that the other side of the bed was cold. 

Uncle Wayne wasn’t in the room they shared, and when Eddie wandered out, there was a post-it note on the fridge saying that he switched to the day shift, and he wouldn’t be home till 7:00 tonight. 

No cake, no presents, not even a card. He hadn’t even written Happy Birthday on the note. 

He tried not to be disappointed, tried to reason with himself, because Uncle Wayne might not have even known it was his birthday. He hadn’t even known Eddie existed until a few months ago, how could he know when his birthday was?

But there was a wrathful sad creature writhing in his chest, pressing down on that old wound and making it reopen, telling Eddie that if Wayne actually did love him, he would have known. He would have cared enough to ask. 

It wasn’t fair to think that way. His Uncle cared plenty. He had taken Eddie in, given him a home, shared his room and his food and his life when didn’t have to, and Eddie wanted to be grateful for all of that. He was grateful for all of that. 

He just also wanted Thirteen to be different. 

The rest of the day was the same. Eddie went through school in a daze, barely paying attention to his classes or the assholes all around that liked to make fun of him. No one wished him well, or asked how he felt to be thirteen, and he was almost kind of glad for that. 

Because thirteen felt the way that twelve did. It felt the way eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, and four did too. 

Thirteen sucked. 

By the time he got out of class and back to the trailer park, it was getting hard to hold back the tears pressing at his eyes. He lept into the trailer and shut the door with a bang, hitting his back against the door and sliding down. He collapsed onto the floor in a heap, sniffling and pressing his palms against his eyes, trying to make them stop before they started. 

Eddie had always been a crybaby. It was something his father had absolutely detested about him, something he had tried to beat out of his son time and time again. Those attempts had only made Eddie cry more, which made his father angrier, which started a vicious cycle, which led to scars and nightmares and all of the things Eddie just wanted to forget about. 

This wasn’t how Thirteen was supposed to be. He wasn’t supposed to be thinking about the bad things, he wasn’t supposed to be upset. 

“Why’re you cryin’ kiddo?” 

Eddie immediately startled at the unexpected voice, jumping with a gasp and accidentally smacking his head against the metal door. Now he was really crying, holding the back of his head with both hands and choking on cut off sobs. 

Wayne shot up from his easy chair and dashed over. He lifted his arm, probably only intending to help Eddie up, or check the back of his head for a lump. 

That wasn’t what Eddie saw. Eddie saw a hand raised his way, and tears on his cheeks, and knew he was about to get punished again for being a stupid crybaby. He flinched back, ducking his head between his legs and waiting. 

But no hand ever came. No screaming, no pain. Nothing. Hesitantly, Eddie lifted his head up, watching his uncle with fearful eyes. 

Wayne was still as a statue, his arms at his sides. There was a funny look on his face, a strangled kind of shock that looked uncomfortable. Eddie uncurled from his ball, lowering his arms and wrapping them around his knees loosely. 

“‘M sorry,” He mumbled, humiliated. This was really turning out to be his worst birthday ever. Wayne chewed on the inside of his cheek for a minute before slowly lowering himself down to the floor, groaning as his knees cracked loudly in the quiet trailer. 

“You don’t got to apologize,” Wayne said once he was on the ground. Eddie knew that was true. This wasn’t the first time they had done this particular song and dance, but it was the worst time. Wayne told him the same thing every time- he didn’t have to apologize. 

Eddie still felt the need to. 

“Sorry,” He repeated, cringing as the word flew out of his mouth. Wayne sucked a deep breath in and let it out in a long sigh, looking around as he contemplated his words. 

“Does it help you if I say I’m not angry with you?”

Eddie paused, considering. Whenever Wayne said he didn’t have to apologize, Eddie always felt like he needed to apologize for apologizing. It was silly, and confusing, and made his heart race. 

But the thought of knowing that Wayne wasn’t upset made his heart beat just a little bit slower, so Eddie nodded hesitantly. Wayne nodded back, clicking his tongue once and looking Eddie right in the eye, forcing him to look back. 

“Then I’m not angry with you. Not even a little bit, Eds,” Wayne said carefully, making sure every word was heard. 

It was the little nickname that really made Eddie’s shoulders start to relax. Wayne had started calling him that the third or fourth day after his arrival, and, every time he did it, Eddie felt just a little bit safer. 

Wayne let Eddie calm down a bit more, watching him brush away any lingering tears and take long shaking breaths. Then, when he was sure Eddie wasn’t going to fall apart again, he repeated his initial question in a soft, unexpectedly gentle, tone. 

“Why were you cryin’?”

Eddie’s cheeks flushed, and he ducked his head. Now that it was over, he felt ridiculous for falling apart like that. It was such a silly thing to get so upset over, and Wayne didn’t need to know. 

“I thought you had a shift?” Eddie said, changing the subject while smoothly avoiding the question.

“Got Gordie to take the last three hours. I wanted to be home to surprise you,” Wayne replied. 

A blinding rush of hope stabbed Eddie directly in the chest. He despised it for still existing, for not being beaten down by the reality of the life he had lived. Through all of it, he still had hope, he still wanted to believe something better was coming. 

Maybe that was stupid. Maybe it was brave. Maybe it was the only thing keeping Eddie alive at this point. He dropped his gaze to the floor between them, trying to gather up his courage. 

“Why?” Eddie whispered, unable to look up in case he was wrong. 

It was quiet. It was quiet for a long time. Eddie didn’t move, didn’t dare to even breathe too much. He couldn't until he heard the answer. 

“...It’s your birthday, kiddo,” Wayne said, each word coming out slow and measured, “You know that, right?”

Wayne knew. 

Wayne knew, and he had taken time off, even though they needed the money badly. He had given up those precious few hours just to be here for him. Just because he wanted to. 

The lump that had begun to ease out of his throat grew three times as big. 

“Then why’re you so surprised that I’d wanna be here?” Wayne wondered, sounding confused, but also sad. Guilt began to bloom in his stomach, but Eddie couldn’t bear the thought of lying right now. 

“Didn’t think you knew,” Eddie mumbled, feeling his lashes starting to stick together. The unspoken ‘didn’t think you cared’ sat heavy in the air between them. 

Eddie dropped his head between his knees again, hating himself for thinking badly about Wayne. His uncle had done nothing but care for him this entire time, making sacrifice after sacrifice, and Eddie had really thought he would do something as terrible as this? What kind of person was he? 

Wayne, unaware of Eddie’s internal battle, spoke slowly, taking his time with each word the way he always did. 

“Got it out of the paperwork your social worker sent me,” Wayne said, hesitating for a second before lowering his voice into a whisper before asking his next question. 

“Is that what got you all upset?”

This is where it would be smart to lie. 

If it was his father, Eddie would have lied. 

If it was mother, Eddie would have lied. 

If it was anyone but Wayne, Eddie would have lied. 

Instead, he gave the tiniest nod he possibly could, taking the risk of falling and hoping his uncle was serious about wanting to catch him. 

Wayne sighed heavily, and Eddie raised his head just enough to watch as his uncle shook his head and got to his feet, only walking a few steps before coming to sit next to Eddie by the door. 

“I’m sorry. I thought about wakin’ you when I left, but I wanted to let you sleep. I should’ve done that, and I apologize,” Wayne said, lowering his arm around Eddie’s shoulders and tugging him in for a sideways hug. 

It always amazed Eddie how quickly Wayne would apologize for things. He had never heard his father say he was sorry, but Wayne did it all the time. If Eddie’s toast was too crunchy, if he was late coming home, every time he thought he misstepped, he said he was sorry. For all the little things, and all the big things too. 

It was strange, but it was probably the thing he liked most about living with Wayne. With Wayne, Eddie wasn’t always the one who had done the wrong thing. 

“But I had a plan, if you wanted?” Wayne offered, and Eddie nodded his head against Wayne’s shoulder, still not ready to talk. 

“Well, I figured we could grab a slice or two, ‘n go to the movies. See that new one you were talkin’ about? Salem’s Somethin’? Thought you might like to see your first official PG 13 movie together,”

“That sounds nice,” Eddie whispered, the smallest trace of a smile gracing his face as Wayne grinned when he spoke. 

“Yeah, then after I uh I got you a cupcake? You said you like red velvet, so I tried to get a cake, but the bakery only did cupcakes. I got a chocolate one for me, but I have a candle you can put in it.” Wayne continued, pointing over to the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. There was a pink box sitting there, tied tightly with white twine that came together in a pretty bow on the top. 

Eddie couldn’t even remember talking about his favorite kind of cake with Wayne. But Wayne remembered, and the thought of that flooded him with warmth from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. 

He let his legs slide out straight, sitting right next to his uncle’s. His feet only reached about three quarters of the way down his uncle’s calves, but Wayne swore that would change soon. He liked to call Eddie a ‘bean pole in the making’ and that always made him laugh. 

“Oh, and I got a present for ya,” 

“A present?” Eddie wondered aloud, amazed. The movie and pizza was already so much, and the cupcake was even more. Weren’t those his presents? 

“Yeah. Go wait on the couch and close your eyes, alright? Didn’t get a chance to wrap it,” Wayne instructed, briefly stopping to ruffle Eddie’s curls before walking down the hallway to their room. 

Eddie stood on slightly shaky legs, walking over to the couch in a daze and sitting in the corner. He closed his eyes, letting the darkness take his vision as he waited, unable to guess what his present might be. 

He heard Wayne walk back over, and something heavy was placed in his lap. It was big, really big, and Eddie’s leg began to bounce in anticipation. 

“Okay, you can open ‘em,” Wayne said, and Eddie’s eyes flashed open. 

There was a guitar case in his lap. 

A real life, genuine, honest to god, guitar case. 

Eddie stared at it with big bug eyes, every single thought rushing out of his head as fast as they could go. He lifted one trembling hand and put it on the hard plastic, feeling the scratches and grooves with his fingers as he stared down at it. 

It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. 

He lifted it out of his lap, and stood up. Wayne stepped back, and Eddie kneeled down, feeling for the latches and lifting them. The guitar was somehow even better than the case. It was a soft amber wood acoustic, with a few stickers adorning the bottom, and strings that were just starting to fray at the top. 

It was perfect. Absolutely perfect. 

“Dean, my manager at the plant? He said he was lookin’ to get a new one, so I convinced ‘im to sell me this one. ‘S a little old, and he said it’ll be finicky, but it’s a good starter guitar. Thought you might like to make some music, seein’ as you listen to so much of it,” Wayne explained. 

That was a lot more talking than he was used to from his uncle. When Eddie looked up with a wide eyed expression, still unable to speak, Wayne’s strange bout of nerves vanished. 

“I know it ain’t much,” Wayne started, hunching in his shoulders, “But-”

“I love it,” 

That was Eddie’s voice, but he didn’t think he had spoken. The words weren’t good enough. They would never be good enough. No words would ever be able to even start to explain how Eddie was feeling. He stood up and wrapped his arms tight around his uncle’s middle, burying his face in the man’s chest and trying to hide the treacherous tears that had escaped once more. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,” Eddie whispered endlessly, wishing that there was something better to say. 

Wayne seemed shocked, but he recovered quickly, patting Eddie on the back. 

“C’mon now,” Wayne muttered, probably embarrassed by the outburst. Eddie didn’t care. He squeezed even tighter, trying to convey everything he could with a hug, because words were pale in comparison. 

Wayne finally resolved to just let Eddie get this out, sighing and wrapping his arms around the boy’s shoulders. 

“Alright. You’re alright now,” Wayne whispered, putting his chin on the top of Eddie’s head, knowing he couldn’t do that for very much longer. 

And Eddie believed him. For the first time he let himself think things were going to get better without being afraid. 

#I KNOW PG13 WASNT A THING YET BUT #I needed it #Happy Birthday Lex! #Eddie munson #Wayne munson #Eddie and wayne #good Uncle Wayne munson #good parent Wayne munson #munson family #baby Eddie #means so much to me #and Wayne is so fucking good #I thought I'd give you some good good hurt comfort #st #stranger things #stranger things 4 #st ficlet #stranger things ficlet #stranger things fic #Eddie munson fic #Eddie munson ficlet #Liam speaks up #Writing(withacapitalW)

[munsonology]

Modern!eddie would get in Wayne’s truck and be like “I’m in me pa’s car. Vroom vroom”

And wayne comes out the house yelling “get the hell up outta my truck boy unless you have some vroom vroom money!”

😭😭😭😭

#eddie munson/reader #eddie and Wayne #wayne munson #uncle wayne #modern!eddie munson #modern eddie munson #modern!eddie

[over--and-out]

Random Eddie Munson Headcanons

Part II

I've said some of these before- I know. Also please keep in mind that these are my own personal headcanons! You don't have to agree with all of them

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, bullying, season 4 spoilers, yes I mean ALL of season 4, mentions of self harm/ suicide

I saw somebody saying he's probably screwed all of the cheerleaders and that's why he's so nice to them? I see your headcanon and raise you: he's polite to the cheerleaders because a. He's a gentleman. B. Bet you five bucks they've stopped the football team from beating his ass at least once

He failed senior year his first time because of his mother's passing. The second year he failed was because of his father's murder trial. His mindset was quickly deteriorating and the only thing that kept him sane was the fact that Wayne fought so hard to keep Eddie.

Oh my God, Wayne.

His literal best friend ever.

Eddie was already into rock and metal and Wayne only nurtured that. Helped Eddie save up for his first guitar.

Eddie was the lead guitarist and vocalist for Corroded Coffin

Hates Mike with a passion but would never say anything about it to anybody. He doesn't wanna hurt the kids feelings.

I can't explain that one but I just have the strong feeling that he does.

Dude is a drama kid. Straight up.

That's where Hellfire is held every week, drama room

Man strives to piss everyone off. Everyone. There are no exceptions.

None.

Will legitimately zone out in the middle of ranting

Contrary to the "Eddie would let you sit on his lap at Hellfire"

NO HE WOULD NOT

Would be pissed if you did so

That is his TIME

He's way too animated for that. Man is standing up, doing little dances, acting out character actions. He is in the zone and he is in the moment. I'm telling you, if you sat on his lap while he was DMing he would not be happy.

MAYBE he would hold your waist when he asked you a question during d&d

That's it

There's little to no intimacy during Hellfire. He is all business

I'm not even kidding

Although he is a very gracious DM. Strict to certain things but he's very lenient on others. It depends.

VERY animated and imaginative. Man quotes Lord of The Rings, I don't expect any different

Speaking of LOTR, definitely only has those books because he stole them from the library

Maybe his mom really liked them so he reads them to keep a piece of her?

Bullying is a love language of his. You scared of a bug? He will chase you with one. He will tease you and make fun of you and piss you off, man doesn't realize when boundaries are being pushed too far

Half his humor consists of middle school kid jokes

Do not tell him a 'your mom' joke

Has no concept of personal space

Unless it's HIS personal space

Gets pissed off relatively easily but calms down just as easily

Will eat canned food right out of the can if he doesn't feel like cooking it

Literally only eats quick foods unless Wayne makes something

He very rarely decides he wants to cook

Cusses more than he should but also substitutes bad words so much it's funny

Sarcastic as hell

He's so chaotic I swear

Relationship/ NSFW Headcanons

Slaps your ass every chance he gets. Every chance. I'm not kidding, you're doing dishes? Smack. Standing up? Smack. Legit just standing? Smack.

Not even in a sexual way, he just knows it pisses you off so he does it

If you need something or you go to ask him for something, he automatically assumes you're asking for a kiss and gives you one that's small and quick

If you compliment him he will either deny it flat out or be a smiling mess there is no in between

Speaking of no in between, man's sex drive is either nonexistent or that's all he thinks about

If he's horny he will bother you until you give him attention

Easily made horny. I'm telling you, don't fall for it.

Per the hanky code, he's a heavy sadist top

There's no way this man is straight

Come on

"Big boy"

Are you kidding me?

Flirts wayyyyyyyyyy more than reasonable

Will flirt with other people to make you jealous

That being said he's easy to make jealous

Very protective of his lover

"Babe" and "Sweetheart" are his pet names for you

If you say his name he thinks he's in trouble

If you call him Edward? Silent anxiety. Will immediately ask you what he did wrong

Wayne snaps pictures of both of you whenever he can

Eddie is most likely demi

So by the time you're dating, you're best friends in and out

He's done some EMBARASSING things

Like

Not even kidding

You've seen him when he's been vomiting his guts out

You've seen him dealing with the after effects of an overdose

He's had some really bad episodes and you've been there through every one despite his mood swings and him telling you to fucking leave

Gets angry when he's trying to protect you

Full blown pissed

Starts yelling and screaming at you if you put yourself in danger

With as much as he flirts to piss you off, man doesn't have a disloyal bone in his body

Cheating? Might as well not even be in his dictionary

Will cheat on a test tho

Hears that you cheated on him? Won't believe it until he sees it

Defends you with every breath he has

Will run the fuck away from bullies but if something happens to you he will start some shit

I mean the most petty shit

He'll prank people, humiliate then in the hallways, even beat the shit out of somebody if he feels like it

Might be more later but please accept this while I'm working on requests. I'm sorry it's taking me so long, I've been looking for jobs and working on and off and I'm just constantly tired. I'll get your fics out as soon as possible, I promise.

#eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things eddie #eddie stranger things #fanfic #eddie munson x male reader #teddyposting #fluff #teddy speaks #eddie munson is gay #eddie munson x ftm reader #wayne munson #eddie and wayne #eddie plz marry me #hes so fine

[hellfiredemon]

joins the steddie big bang and draws no steddie

#eddie and wayne #and stobin #and um srry steve and eddie i will try to find time to make a picture with both of you in it at some point

[honeystwiggypeach]

Childhood!

Eddie x reader

Credit to @waitlalice who helped and came up with majority of these ideas, I loved it so much and I had so much fun writing and talking about this I’m not kidding it was amazing😭

Light tw: hair dye, Wayne thinks Eddie’s injured with the red hair dye, reader had blue hair, reader and Eddie get married?

When you were younger your parents moved to the trailer park, you hated moving so much but after they’d moved to the trailer park it was your favorite thing in the world.

You’d met Eddie Munson there and you were certain from the day you’d met him that you were soulmates whether that be platonic or romantic. You were also only seven so you disregarded it as you got a bit older because, what did a seven year old know.

Apparently a little more than a thirteen year old. At thirteen year old, Eddie decided to dye his hair red, maybe because it complemented the temporary blue dye in your own hair but he practically ruined Wayne’s sink.

When Eddie called out into the living room stained red hands touching the white door trim Wayne was horrified he’d thought Eddie was injured, he was even more so horrified to see the stained sink.

“What have you done son?” Coming out as he stares down the drain.

“Dad I need help with it” Eddie’s practically got tears in his eyes and Wayne can tell he’s getting frustrated.

“I don’t know what to do son…call that y/n kid…ain’t they got dyed hair? Blue or something?” Eddie lets out a little smile he hadn’t thought about you yet!

So he runs over to your house with a Walmart bag wrapped over his hair the ladies on the porch laughing wildly at his appearance even more so when you stand on your porch two hours later waving off a red headed Eddie.

Some years after the dye faded you two find yourselves near the porch of the ladies chasing the neighborhood cat with a bag of treats. He’d ran under her trailer and as you two crouch to help him out you hear the ladies speaking, “I swear that munson boy and y/n kid, they’re gonna get together one of these days” the others cackle and you both fluster but ignore it.

At 16 you hear them chatter about how they aren’t so surprised you’re together and won’t be surprised if you marry before 25 either.

And now at almost 23 Eddie finds himself sat with Wayne and the ladies as he writes his vows, you’d said yes and Eddie felt like he was on cloud nine.

“Now son You know damn well you can’t read that with your hand writing” Wayne gently erases handing the items back to Eddie to write again.

Let me know if you guys want to see anything else this may have been able to be longer but I liked it!!

Tags~ @waitlalice , @ruinedbythehobbit

#reader insert #x reader #eddie munson x reader #st4 #eddie munson st4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie and Wayne

[beep-beep-robin]

eddie goes into witness protection and not even his friends are allowed to know he‘s still alive, only wayne knows.

wayne watches as all of these kids he didn‘t even previously know surge into his life and help him with the trailer, the (fake) funeral, and he notices how much all of them care, but he‘s most surprised by steve.

steve who wayne didn‘t even know before eddie „died“, steve who cries at eddie‘s funeral. steve who he only knew as hawkins high‘s „king“, someone eddie would never have hung out with in a thousand years if it wasn‘t for the upside down. steve who helps wayne repair the trailer, asks questions about eddie‘s past that no one had ever cared enough to ask before.

steve who now meets up with wayne weekly for dinner, listening intently to stories about eddie. steve who tells wayne that eddie awakened feelings in him that steve himself didn‘t know he could feel, even if he‘d only known him for a little while. steve who wayne wishes he could tell eddie‘s still alive.

and then steve tries to move on and wayne has to encourage him. he marries a woman his parents set him up with. he feels bad, she‘s nice, kind hearted, but everytime he looks at her brown eyes he notices he‘s trying to find eddie in them. he can‘t let him go for some reason. it nearly kills him a few times.

then eddie comes back after a few years when he gets tired of being stuck in witness protection. steve‘s split from his wife. steve wastes not one second making up for lost time. doesn‘t want to lose one moment to being mad at eddie or wayne for lying to them, because what choice did they have? they had all the time in the world now.

wayne cries when he sees his two sons finally reunited. and this time around, steve gets married to the right person, he‘s sure of it.

#been internally crying at this idea for weeks now lmao #inspired by glimpse of us #steddie #steveddie #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things #vanessas headcanons #vanessas writing #original post #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie and wayne #steve and wayne

[relocatedheads]

pls write the fics for mechanic Eddie and truck driver Wayne i miss my boys 😭

-eddiemfmunsonsgirl

ps asking on anon bc it's a side blog 💀

@eddiemfmunsonsgirl I'm about to enter the mind palace a create the headcanons!!

Mechanic!Eddie VS Truck Driver!Wayne

✨ some headcanons ✨

♧ Wayne's done this job for years! dude fell involve with the freedom of driving and got married to it

♧ because he'd on the road so much, he obvi needs to know a degree of mechanics incasssee anything breaks

♧ also on the road means he doesn't get to see his family a lot so he brings Eddie home a memorabilia from every stop

♧ yes im thinking post cards / fridge magnets

♧ Wayne keeps the hats for himself

♧ when Eddie visited Wayne he'd always steal a hat

♧ Wayne is a maaaasssive inspiration in eddies life

♧ as a kid, going to see uncle Wayne was like winning the lottery! Oh uncle Wayne is coming? WE AINT EVER SEEN KID EDDIE SO HAPPY

♧ Eddie would see Wayne the longest over Christmas and he'd just sit, eyes pealed, chin in hands, mesmerised by Waynes trust stories

♧ can't convince me that Wayne didn't instantly turn to mush whenever Eddie would ask for a story

♧ so naturallllyyyyy when Eddie starting Eddie old enough his interests went to cars / vans / trucks

♧ ohmygod when Eddie first got wind of having to live with Wayne he thought he could ditch school and go on truck hauls with him!!!!!

♧ stop bc when Wayne explained he still needed to go to school, Eddie lowkey cried

♧ Waynes truck friends: when they retired driving to go off and have families, to keep their livelihoods and friendships they all opened a garage together! QUEUE: thatcher tire!

♧ Wayne woulda loved to be a part of it but he had a nutty little add ridden metal head to look after

♧ wayne practically taught Eddie to drive - CHANGE MY DAMN MIND I DARE ANY OF YOU

♧ when Eddie started living with Wayne, Wayne had a 6 month period where he was tryna change his job so he'd have to leave Eddie alone

♧ he purposefully took 3 day maximum long hauls

♧ he would give Eddie a stern but loving chat about rules and expectations for when he was gone

♧ Eddie, ALWAYS, with out a doubt, basically ran up to and hugged the life outta Wayne when he come back

♧ as he's grown up, this has morphed into a living "Welcome back old man!" and a shoulder squeeze

#asks make my heart giggle #thank you love!!! #this was sm fun!!!!!!!! #stranger things #stranger things 4 #Eddie munson #stranger things Eddie munson #Eddie Munson headcanons #Eddie and Wayne #Eddie Munson Wayne munson #Wayne munson #joesph quinn #Eddie Munson fanfic #mechanic!eddie #mechanic!Eddie munson #Wayne munson st4 #truck driver!wayne #Eddie Munson fluff

[orwocolor]

I just realised we didn’t get a single scene with Eddie and his uncle and it kinda breaks my heart

#vee rambles #eddie munson #wayne munson #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #st s4 #eddie and wayne