#eddie munson's father

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Do you guys think that Al Munson finally turns it around when he hears about his son's death? Sometimes, I think about it, and sometimes I think about Al turning himself in to clear his son's name. Finally, he's not being selfish for once.

#stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things s4 #joseph quinn #al munson #allan munson #eddie munson's father #rueleigh's thoughts

[on-coming-dusk]

Scott Clarke anyone?

“Alright kiddo, one for you, one for me.” Scott sat next to Eddie Munson, handing him an ice pack for the bruise already forming around his left eye.

“Thanks…” The boy wouldn’t look at him, refusing to meet his gaze. Scott wasn’t surprised, he had seen his own reflection, his nose and under his eyes was a nasty dark purple already.

“So…” Scott chugged along. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” Eddie only shook his head, pressing the ice to his face. This was the part of his job that Scott enjoyed the least.

Something happened between Eddie and Tommy Hagan this morning. There were more than enough black eyes, broken noses, and bloody knuckles to prove it. Scott had watched for the last few months as Eddie tried to find his place among his peers. With his primary friend group a year or two below him it wasn’t a surprise he was having trouble adjusting. And now this, a fight on his previously clean record. It was highly probable that Tommy antagonized Eddie until he got a reaction. But Scott couldn’t say that without creating more problems that none of them needed to deal with. If he could just get Eddie to tell him what happened. He didn’t have much faith, he had been trying to get this kid interested in class for weeks with little success. But that didn’t mean that he was going to quit now.

“You know what? That’s fair. I’m sure I wouldn’t want to talk about it either, if I were in your shoes. But Eddie, I can’t help you if I don’t know what happened. Shoot, I won’t even know what to tell your uncle when he gets here. Will you consider telling me even though you don’t want to? It would really make my life a whole lot simpler.”

Still, Eddie said nothing. But he reached into his backpack, hesitating for a moment before producing a newspaper. It was crumpled up, having seen better days, and Eddie refused to look at him as he handed it to the teacher. Scott set his own ice pack down, taking the paper gently and smoothing it down so it could be read.

His stomach twisted.

Wabash Local Faces Trial Born and raised in Wabash, Indiana, Edward Charles Munson Sr. was arrested May 13th, 1980. Beginning this week he will face trail for charges of auto theft, possession of controlled substances, distribution of controlled substances, breaking and entering, and assault with a deadly weapon.

Scott read those words at least three times in an attempt to wrap his mind around them. It was the answer to a lot of questions that seemed to follow the boy around.

It was already common knowledge that Eddie only moved to Hawkins permanently upon beginning to live with his uncle full time a few months ago. In town Wayne Munson was well liked. Friendly but quiet, he stuck to the few friends he had made upon his arrival, never partaking in town gossip or the rumor mill. There were whispers about how strange he was, the way he never seemed to go on dates or have an interest in finding a wife, for that matter. Some folks still believed Eddie was his son and he was lying to everyone about it. But even still, he was welcomed to the town when he arrived all those years ago, upon his return from Vietnam.

It would take less than a week for Wayne Munson's well received image to shatter if this headline started spreading around town.

"Eddie, is this what made you hit Tommy?" Scott folded the paper in half, hiding those words from anyone else who might see.

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So. I think it's safe to say that i have a certain thought for Eddie's dad in my head already and that i have for a while.

this is a piece that i wrote probably six months ago and decided to put on hold until i caught up with some of my more planned out stories. (still working on that but progress is progress!!!) i found it in and old doc today and i wanted to share it because i really like it

yes, eddie accidentally broke mr. clarke's nose. no, he does not blame eddie at all.

yes, the town thinks that wayne is either gay or attempting to hide the fact that he has a bastard child. no, neither of these things are true either.

#stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things writing #eddie munson #eddie munson's father #middle school eddie munson #hawkins middle school #scott clarke #mr clarke #wayne munson #tommy hagan #referenced drug dealer #small town rumors #hawkins

[shesinchargeareyoukidding]

Eddie Munson Sickfic: When you hurt - Chapter 4: No matter what

Read chapter one here

1975

Eddie huddled in the corner of the lumpy couch. He was afraid to move, afraid to breathe weird, afraid of having to cough again, terrified of having to throw up again. As his lungs burned and his shaking turned into full body shudders, he started to realize his efforts were completely futile.

Don’t be a pussy. Everybody gets the flu sometimes

“Everybody gets the flu sometimes.” He whispered to himself. “It’s just the flu. It’s just the flu…”

Then the coughing started again, and with it the pain. Eddie braced himself against the couch as he lost himself in it. Tears streamed down his face from the effort. Lack of oxygen was making him feel like he wasn’t really inside his body anymore. At some points he lost all awareness, some other moments saw him waking up, only to choke on his own breath again.

He didn’t know how much time had passed. All he knew was that he couldn’t do it anymore. All he felt was a dull throb of pain, traveling throughout his body. He felt so far away. He couldn’t cough anymore, but his chest felt almost too heavy to move. It meant he could barely breathe. That thought should probably terrify him, but he no longer had the energy for that. He let his eyes fall closed once more.

He was being moved. It felt like he was floating. He could hear a woman’s voice above him. Then his world tilted and he landed on a soft surface with a thud. It jostled his lungs and they made a weak attempt at a cough. Someone was patting his cheek, talking to him. What was happening? Weakly, Eddie was able to open his eyes about halfway. Mrs Vanderbilt, their neighbour, was staring down at him with an expression he had never seen on her face before. “Heya, kid. You with me?” Eddie managed a nod. “Good. Good. Listen, kid. You’re kinda scarin’ the crap outta me, here. So uhm, just hold on, will you? Don’t die on my backseat, alright?”

Eddie´s breath hitched and he tried to curl in on himself. “d-die?” He whimpered.

“Awh, no, no, darlin’. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry. Don’t be scared.” Mrs. Vanderbilt ran her hand through his short curls in such a tender gesture that it made Eddie want to scream, latch onto her, and never let go. He could only manage a strangled sob that made him cough and almost pass out again.

“Wha’s happening?” He managed to ask, even as his eyes were trying to roll back into his skull. Mrs. Vanderbilt went in and out of focus at a dizzying pace. He could barely see her anymore. The soft fingers in his hair remained though, so Eddie knew that she was still there.

“You’re sick, baby. I’m taking you to get some help.” Help? What did that mean? They couldn’t…

“n-no hospital…” Eddie wheezed. “d-dad s-said-“

“Hush, darlin’. It’s okay. sssh.” Mrs. Vanderbilt soothed. “I’m sorry, but I don’t see any other way you’re gonna get better.”

“p-please, n-no…” Eddie pleaded, straining against the pressure inside his chest.  “I’ll… I’ll get-“ He whined in pain as he tried to take in enough air to finish his sentence.

-“Sssh… No, sweetheart. You won’t.” The woman’s kind hands wiped away at the defeated tears that had started to run down Eddie’s cheeks. “I’m not gonna leave you like this. I’m sorry, kid. But we’re goin’ no matter what you or your daddy say.”

1987

“Help! Help!” Hopper burst through the hospital doors with Eddie in his arms. “He can’t breathe! Help him, dammit! Don’t just stand there!”

Eddie was frantically trying to suck in wheezing breaths. His blue lips were opening and closing like he was a fish on dry land. His fingers were desperately grasping at Hopper's shirt and his eyes were squeezed shut.

The nurses quickly snapped into action at the sight of Hopper. One of them approached them with a stretcher. “Here, you can put him down.”

Hopper carefully lowered Eddie onto the stretcher. Eddie blindly tightened his hold on Hoppers shirt as he felt himself being let go. “Hey, hey. I’m still here, kiddo. It’s okay. I’m right here.” Hopper promised as he gently took Eddie’s hands in his. “You’re gonna be just fine.” He assured the sick metalhead as he gave his hands a firm squeeze. A nurse rushed over and put an oxygen mask over Eddies nose and mouth. Eddie flinched away at the foreign feel, but as the oxygen mask started to work he slumped back onto the stretcher. Tired brown eyes opened blearily to make eye contact with Hopper. The oxygen mask fogged up as Eddie mumbled something into it. Hopper leaned closer to him with a frown. “Huh? What was that?” Eddie’s eyes pinched in frustration and he brought an unsteady hand up to lift the mask. Hopper almost stopped him, but the urgency he saw on Eddie’s face made him wait. Eddie tried to take a deep breath and lifted the mask. “d-don’t tell w-wayne, p-please…” Nurses were approaching them again and Hopper knew they’d take Eddie away any minute.

“Why the hell not kid?” He asked urgently.

“I p-promised h-him…”

“Eddie, he should know where you are. Didn’t you say he’ll be back in Hawkins tomorrow anyway? It’s not fair to leave him in the dark.” Hopper tried to reason.

Eddie just weakly shook his head with a whispered “Please.” Three nurses surrounded the stretcher and they started to roll Eddie towards a pair of white doors. Hopper followed behind, his hands still linked with Eddie’s. once they reached the doors, one of the nurses turned to Hopper. “I’m afraid you’ll have to wait here for a while, Chief.” She said not unkindly. “He’s in good hands.” She promised. Hopper nodded, looking down at the sick kid in his charge. “You’re gonna be okay now, kid. Don’t focus on anything except getting better. I’ll take care of the rest.” Eddie’s large eyes were locked onto his. Taking in everything he said. Hopper thought for a second.

“Eddie, you know your uncle loves you no matter what, right?” With Eddie’s face covered by the oxygen mask, it was difficult to see his expression, but Hopper could see the kid’s body start to tremble even more. “Wayne is not going to love you any less for getting sick, Eddie. None of this was your fault and he knows that.” Eddie’s eyes were welling up with tears and Hopper reassuringly squeezed his hand to emphasize his point. “He deserves to know where you are, kid. He loves you.” Eddie breath hitched painfully and his tears spilled over.

“o-okay.” Came the muffled reply. Hopper gratefully patted his shoulder. “Thank you, kiddo. The nurses are gonna run some tests with you now, but I’ll be with you as soon as they’ll let me.”

Eddie nodded and reluctantly let go of Hopper’s hands.

As the white doors closed behind Eddie and the nurses, Hopper was left in an empty waiting room with a million questions. He was handed a form with even more questions and he sat down to fill it in. His mind was reeling from the events of that day. How could things have gone so wrong, so fast?

Thankfully, Hopper knew that Wayne was originally from around De Soto, Missouri. And after scouring the yellow pages for families by the name ‘Munson’ he quickly found a phone number. While the phone rang, Hopper prayed he’d found the right number. An elderly male voice picked up.

“Munson residence.”

“Uh, hi. Is uh… Wayne there?”

“Who is this?” The voice on the other end asked suspiciously.

“Chief Hopper, Hawkins police. Is Wayne there?” Hopper insisted.

“What did that boy do this time?” The voice on the other end sighed.

“I’m sorry, who am I speaking to?” Now it was Hopper’s turn to be suspicious.

“Eric Munson, I’m Wayne’s father. And I’ll tell ya what, if that boy can’t even have the decency to not get himself arrested while Wayne’s enjoyin’ a rare break from his antics, then he deserves to spend a night or two in jail.”

Hopper was trying really hard not to snap while he hadn’t had the chance to talk to Wayne yet. He forced himself to take a deep breath. “I’m not calling because Eddie is under arrest.”

“Uhhuh, so what happened then?” Came the sceptic reply.

“I would like to discuss that with Wayne, if I may.” Hopper ground out as calmly as he could.

“I’m Edward’s family too, yaknow. Anythin’ ya wanna tell Wayne, you can tell me as well.”

“No, actually, I can’t. Wayne is Eddies legal guardian, so he’s the only one entitled to his information. Now could you please get Wayne for me?” Hopper growled.

There were a few beats of silence on the other end. Then a deep sigh. ‘Wayne! Some chief of police on the phone for you!’ Hopper could hear on the other end. ‘Didn’t I tell ya that boy couldn’t stay out of trouble long enough for us to have one damn moment of peace?’ Hopper couldn’t hear any reply that may have been given before the phone rattled and Hopper could hear a familiar voice.

“Hello?”

“Wayne?” Relief flooded through Hopper’s system.

“Jim? Is it Eddie? What happened?” Wayne’s voice took on an edge of panic. Hopper hated these types of conversations. He swallowed heavily.

“… Yeah. Sorry Wayne. I’m at the hospital. Kid’s really sick.” Hopper could hear rustling on the other end. He imagined Wayne was already putting on his jacket as they were having this conversation.

“Shit… Okay. Alright. I’ll be there as soon as I can…” Hopper could hear more rustling sounds and a muffled curse. “How bad is it?” The question was asked softly, like Wayne was afraid to ask. Hopper debated on how much he should tell Wayne over the phone.

“It’s… Bad. He collapsed earlier today and when I was with him he could barely breathe. Very high fever too.” He purposely left out the part where Eddie had actually stopped breathing. That was a conversation they should have face to face.

“Dammit. He said he was okay.” Wayne cursed quietly, almost to himself. Hopper nodded, despite Wayne not being able to see him.

“It really looks like he didn’t even notice how bad it was himself.” He reasoned.

“Yeah, boy does that.” Wayne sighed heavily. “Listen. I’ll leave as soon as I can. The drive is about five hours… could you…?”

“Of course, Wayne. I’ll stay with him.”

“Thank you, Jim. So much.”

“Anytime Wayne. Drive safe. Kid needs you here in one piece, alright?”

“Yeah… yeah, I will.” And with that, Wayne hung up.

To be continued.

Next chapter

#eddie munson #eddie munson whump #Eddie munson sickfic #sick eddie munson #hurt eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie munson's father #jim hopper #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

[teameddiemunson]

My headcanon for Eddie’s life:

Eddie lived with his dad in Indianapolis for the first 11 or so years of his life. His mother was out of the picture by the time Eddie was two years old and his dad struggled to make ends meet while caring for a small child.

Whenever possible, his dad left him with kind neighbors so he could work before Eddie was old enough for school. To make enough money to support the two of them, his dad started taking jobs of questionable legality. And these jobs required him to work odd hours.

The neighbors either got tired of having a kid constantly dropped on their doorstep or they moved but either way, Eddie’s dad didn’t have people that could watch Eddie outside of school hours. And his dad figured, Eddie’s four or five so he’s old enough to be on his own a bit. It’s fine.

Eddie’s dad wasn’t super close to his older brother Wayne, but Wayne put in the effort to get to know his nephew. And he was horrified to see that little Eddie was left on his own for hours and hours.

So even though Wayne lived an hour away in Hawkins, he started making the drive to Indianapolis as often as he could to be with Eddie when his dad wasn’t there.

Some days, when Eddie didn’t have school, Wayne would just bring him back to Hawkins with him.

Once Eddie was old enough, his dad started involving him in the jobs of questionable legality. Eddie learned hot wiring, lock picking, and whatever other skills his dad needed to bring home the big bucks.

That was when Wayne had enough.

Eddie thought he was just going to spend the summer with Wayne when they drove to Hawkins. But when they got to the trailer, he saw Wayne had cleaned out the bedroom and set it up for Eddie.

“This can be your home now,” he said, “If you want it to be.”

#eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie munson's father

[justalexx-things]

They're undoubtedly brothers <3

#stranger things #stranger things s4 #stranger things s5 #behind the scenes #eddie munson #dustin henderson #my favorites <3 #comfort duo #like father like son

[morganbritton132]

Eddie is just trying to film a Tiktok to remind his fans about some upcoming shows but trails off when Steve says off-camera, “Hey, remember that RadioShack guy that was banging your mom?”

Eddie: *flips camera around to show where Steve and Jonathan are sitting on the couch*

Jonathan: …Bob.

Steve: Yeah, him. That toe guy from Lord of the Rings looks exactly like him, right?

Jonathan: …

Jonathan: Gollum???

Eddie: Toe, as in Po-tay-toe. He’s talking about Sam

Steve, snapping his fingers: That’s the guy

Jonathan: Oh.

Jonathan: I don’t see it.

#Eddie after looking up a picture of Bob: Yeah no. Steve’s right. that’s Samwise’s dad #I had this idea for a fic I never got the voice right for about Steve being pretty close with Bob when he was in middle school #and that no one knew so Steve didn’t find out that he died until like way after the fact #we’ve made every adult on the show Steve’s father figure why not Bob? #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson #jonathan byers

[infinite-orangepeel]

this is so hopper giving his speech at the steddie wedding. making endless dad jokes and embarrassing the hell out of both of them. i’m just imaging him saying something like:

hopper: you never think your future son-in-law is going to turn out to be the same kid you arrested upwards of twenty times when he was in high school but here i am to tell the tale—

eddie: i was also wanted for murder

hopper: don’t bring that up here please. for the love of god. you have no idea how much paper work it took for me to get your name cleared.

steve: i’m pretty sure he was arrested at least thirty times

hopper: like i said folks, you don’t get to choose family and sometimes family is your adopted gay son and his metalhead husband who spent a solid three years living on your couch—

steve: well at least now when i bail him out of jail it’ll be as my husband. i can even sign the paperwork as “mr. steve munson”

eddie: aw babe that’s so sweet

hopper: don’t push it you two

#hopper is father to all stray gays #especially metalhead/baby girl dinguses #steddie #steddie wedding #steve harrington #eddie munson #fruity four #steve x eddie #stranger things #steddie brainrot #eddie x steve #jim hopper #hopper headcanon #steddie headcanon #steddie au #steddie ficlet #steddie blurb #steddie fic #steve/eddie #eddie/steve

[imfinereallyy]

Steve Harrington hadn’t talked to his dad in a year.

The last thing the two of them had talked had been after the earthquakes, across the room in the den; his dad barely stepped through the front entryway, and Steve’s back pressed against the back door. The house was messy but still standing, unlike Steve, who was broken and barely keeping himself upright. The only thing Richard Harrington had said to Steve was,

“I think it’s time to move on.” Which was his way of telling Steve they were selling the house and he should figure out his own arrangements. Steve hadn’t cared, though. Didn’t even look at him as he spoke. Instead, he stared at the cracks in the ceiling and wondered if it was some kind of metaphor.

He tried not to think too deeply about it.

It had been a year since then. There had been time to move on, as his dad said. There was no more Upside Down. There was no more worrying about the next move. Max and Eddie were healed. Everyone was back in Hawkins. Robin and Steve lived in a little house on Fifth while Robin took community courses. Eddie practically lived there, too, with the strange friendship bond that had grown between the three of them.

Eddie had argued once it was because their couch was comfier than his bed, but Steve liked to think it was because Eddie wanted to be close to them. To be close to him. Sometimes Steve thought about letting him stay in his bed together.

Time had not moved to that yet.

Everything seemed good. Despite Steve’s resentment towards Richard, and his reluctance to admit the man was right, sometimes it was good to let things go, break apart and move on. Though Steve was sure, this wasn’t exactly what Harrington Sr. meant.

Steve hadn’t talked to his father in over a year. And he didn’t really miss him. Sure, there were moments that passed when Steve would yearn for the small happy moments between them. Secret smiles at baseball games, lunch at his office, and him cheering Steve on at the one swim championship he managed to show up to.

But it always got mixed in with bigger, badder moments. Being left alone for months on end. The belittling. The missed graduation. The yelling. The slurs when he grew his hair out too long. The cold way he said to Steve,

“I think it’s time to move on.”

Like he had been breaking up with a high school sweetheart before leaving for college.

So Steve didn’t miss the man, not really. But in moments like these, in the back of the Byers-Hopper’s backyard at the Father’s Day BBQ, where all party members and parents alike gathered, Steve couldn’t help but ache.

Steve ached for something better than Richard Harrington.

It wasn’t because of parents who stuck around that made Steve’s stomach churn in jealousy, but the ones who decided to show up. It was the way Wayne threw his arm around Eddie’s shoulder and the cheers their beers to something probably ridiculous. The way Steve knew that man would crawl to the ends of the earth for someone who wasn’t technically his, but was nothing short of a son.

It was the way El and Hop manned the grill together. Him laughing at something El said, probably something ridiculous, and her smile back that could light up the sun. The way Steve knew that El wasn’t a replacement for the things Hop had lost, but instead an addition to his life he would choose over and over again.

Steve ached to be loved and care for because someone wanted to. Not because of obligation or by accident. Steve wanted to loved deliberately.

Steve sipped his beer instead of bringing down the celebration with his thoughts. Eddie caught Steve’s eye across the yard and gave him a megawatt smile. Steve couldn’t help but smile shyly back.

“Hey, Steve.” A shy voice said beside him, startling him out of his thoughts. Steve turned to find Dustin standing beside him, nearly up to his nose now with his recent growth spurt. Steve couldn’t help but miss when he was small and could throw him over his shoulder.

Steve was a little surprised to find him there. Dustin wasn’t one to speak small or shy. He liked to make his presence known (much like the lovable metal head he was staring down earlier).

“Hey bud, what’s up?”

Dustin looked around the two of them before answering. Everyone else was with their dads, or talking to one of the party members. Even Robin managed to wrangle her dad and Mr. Sinclair into a conversation about WWII. Dustin looked a little relieved everyone was doing their own thing.

“Okay so you know how like, everyone is celebrating their dad today? And mine isn’t here?”

Steve felt his stomach drop. Somehow in the midst of his self-pitying, he had forgotten that Dustin’s dad wasn’t around either. Didn’t even stick around long enough for his first words. “Yea, dude, I’m sorry this must suck for you.”

Dustin looked nervous. He shifted on his feet back and forth, as if he was trying to find a rhythm to calm himself down. “Yea, so that’s what I actually came over to talk to you about.”

“Yea, Dustin. Im here if you need to talk.”

Dustin seemed to finally be at ease and rolled his eyes at Steve. “No, asshole, I don’t need to talk. I haven’t thought about the dick in years, if I’m honest. I just, it’s something else. And you don’t get to be weird about it.”

“I’m confused.”

“That sounds about right.”

“Hey!” Steve laughed despite his protest. A year ago, stuff like that hurt Steve’s feelings. But now Steve knew it was all in good fun, that Dustin was kind of dick to everyone. And he knew that the joke wasn’t about his intelligence. It hadn’t been a long time, since Steve threatened to push him out of a moving vehicle last time. Steve was pretty sure it had to do with a particular conversation involving his feelings for more than women.

Only Dustin and Robin knew. She was overly supportive, and Dustin instantly made a joke. Both made Steve supported and safe.

The dumbasses.

“Not my fault this happens to you often.”

“Is there a point being made or are you here to just be a dick?” Steve questioned, laughing behind the lip of his beer.

Dustin fidgeted again before pulling something out his back pocket. “Just—promise not to laugh.”

Steve crossed his heart with a giggle before he took a folded white piece of paper out of Dustin’s hands.

Suddenly, Steve’s face got serious as he saw what was on the front.

A poorly drawn Steve with a nail baseball bat, with the title “Happy Father’s Day”.

Steve swallowed thickly before placing his beer on the ground and opening the card. There in Dustin’s chicken scratch, was a message.

Dear Steve,

Don’t be weird about this. Okay here it goes.

My dad wasn’t around a lot, big whoop. Big surprise. I honestly don’t care anymore. Don’t give me a look.

I honestly didn’t think I would really care about any of the dad stuff, didn’t feel like I was really missing out. My mom and her annoying love for cats has always been more than enough. But as time went by sometimes I thought maybe I would be better, I would be different if I had a dad. I see it with the rest of the party, how willingly or unwillingly they all reflect their dads. And how I don’t.

Sometimes I don’t feel like my whole self because if it. Thought maybe I would never really be a whole me because of it. That maybe the world was better off anyway because I know I am a lot.

But then I met you asshole.

I didn’t think I would like you, and more importantly I didn’t think you would like me. But suddenly we are battling worlds together, and you’re hanging out with me even outside the end of days, and I have a new best friend.

If I’m being honest I do see you more as a brother. Someone I look up to. But the more I think about it (again don’t be weird), I do see you as a dad some days. Although the hands on hips do scream mother hen, you’ve been a dad to me in the ways the asswipe who made someone as amazing as me hasn’t been.

You are brave, and funny and despite popular belief you are kind. One of the kindest people I know. You make me feel safe and loved, and give me rides despite me never giving you gas money. Some days I look in the mirror and see parts of you in me, and I feel proud.

Some days I look at you and hope that I can see the braveness and kindness in myself too. I don’t yet, but you make it feel possible.

I don’t need a sperm donor (thank you Robin for that one), I have the world’s okayest dad right here.

Love you brother, friend, dad.

Happy Father’s Day, from your fellow nerd,

Dustin <3

Steve was crying. He knew that. He knew he promised not to make it weird, but Steve couldn’t help it. The little shit got him right in the heart.

He couldn’t be blamed for scooping up Dustin in a hug. “I love you too, Dusty Buns.”

Dustin squeezed Steve tight, “You don’t get to call me that.” He grumbled, but Steve could feel his tshirt getting wet.

“As your father it is my right to get to call you embarrassing nick names.” Steve squeezed Dustin even tighter.

Dustin just laughed and pushed him away jokingly. They both wiped their eyes, but the smiles on their faces remained.

Steve thought about Richard at that moment again, about how he ached for someone to care. And maybe Steve would never get it, but he could be that someone for someone else. He could give that care, Dustin.

The little shit.

“Thank you Dustin.”

Dustin shook his head, his crooked smile remained. “Nah man, thank you.”

They both just stared at each other in comfortable silence before they were interrupted by a barking force.

“What are you two saps talking about?” Eddie slung his arms around the both of them, mouth spread wide in a grin. But then he noticed the tear tracks, and suddenly his face dropped.

Eddie took Steve’s face in his hands, “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Steve shook his head fondly, “Nothing—“ He started, preparing to wave it off. But then Steve realized he couldn’t lie to Eddie. “—nothing bad. Happy tears. I promise.”

Eddie looked at Steve for a moment before nodding, giving his face a tight squeeze, and then dropping his hands. “Okay, Stevie, as long as their happy tears.”

“What am I? Chopped liver?” Dusting grumbled.

“Aweee Dusty, I could never forget you!!” Eddie threw himself at Dustin in a horrible attempt at a hug.

Dustin just pushed him off before rolling his eyes. Steve swore they were gonna get stuck one day.

“Whatever, man. Just make sure that you treat my dad right, or I’m going to have to make some tough calls.” Dustin stared down Eddie seriously before laughing evilly and walking away.

Steve wanted to freeze at Dustin’s implication, but Eddie looked adorably confused, so Steve didn’t feel too bad.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Is this new? Him just getting protective about this without explaining?” Eddie asked Steve.

“Don’t worry about it.” Steve looked down at the card again wistfully, before glancing back up at Eddie. Steve took one of Eddie’s hands and started to play with his rings. A blush bloomed across Eddie’s cheeks; Steve wanted to kiss him. Instead, he just said,

“Just think he’s trying to be a little like his dad.”

***

Dad’s are complicated, and family isn’t always blood. I hope you enjoyed my little Father’s Day contribution. I do headcannon Hopper as Steve’s father figure/replacement, and usually write it that way but this seemed like a fun opportunity to show how Steve is his own father figure for others.

He is a good egg.

Now with Father’s Day over, my birthday is in two weeks which is making me feel all sorts of things. So I’m distracting myself with steddie. Either way expect a lot of writing and updates soon.

#Steve Harrington and Dustin Henderson friendship #steddie #just boys and gals and their replacement fathers #they all deserve a little love and a little reminder of it #give Steve Harrington the support from the party he deserves! #Steve Harrington #dustin henderson #eddie munson #bisexual steve harrington #gay eddie munson #happy fathers day #stranger things #my writing #hurt/comfort #but mostly comfort #long fic #ficlet #the party

[hersheyalmond]

Dustin, to Steve: Happy Father's Day Steve *genuinely smiles*

Steve, with glassy eyes: ...W-what?

*The kids bringing in a cake*

The kids, in unison: Happy Father's day Steve!

*Steve starts sobbing*

Dustin, hugging Steve: You deserve it

#steve harrington is the best babysitter #steve celebrates both mother's day and father's day #steve harrington #parenting by steve harrington #stranger things 4 #stranger things #incorrect stranger things quotes #incorrect texts #give dustin his two dads #steveddie #steddie #eddie munson #give us steddie #byler #mileven #jancy #ronance #jopper #lumax #lgbtq #let's make it canon

[jeysuso]

#it’s a dad thing

#stedit #strangerthingsedit #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #jim hopper #dustin henderson #eleven #jane hopper #joseph quinn #joe keery #david harbour #gaten matarazzo #millie bobby brown #hawkins and its best three fathers #also lol that two of these are dustin #that boy's collecting dads like pokemon cards #mine #mygifs*

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

I just saw a piece of someone's artwork on Instagram with Eddie, Nancy, and Dustin standing side by side with their curly hair, and I just thought. . . They never said where Dustin moved from. It's entirely possible that he moved from Indianapolis or somewhere not far from Hawkins. What if Claudia never told him who his father was? What if Eddie's father got around? All I am saying is. . .that it could explain why Dustin kind of reminds me of Eddie sometimes. Plus, it'd be hilarious if Dustin and Mike shared the same sister with Eddie. If you don't like this headcannon, then it's a crackpost for you. I know that a lot of people in the 80s had hair like that, but I just thought that it was a fun little headcannon.

#stranger things #eddie munson #joseph quinn #stranger things s4 #eddie stranger things #eddie munson lives #eddie munson siblings #dustin henderson is eddie's brother #nancy wheeler is eddie's sister #eddie munson's father #dustin stranger things #dustin henderson's father #nancy wheeler's father #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #stranger things theory #stranger things headcanons

[on-coming-dusk]

Fall 1979 - Hawkins

"-ne, damn it man, wake up. Munson, can you hear me?"

He could barely make out the voice over the ringing in his ears. It was deep, one he had heard a few times over the last year, since Jim Hopper made his return to Hawkins. "Chief?"

"Jesus Christ, you had me worried." Hopper was kneeling beside him. "What happened? We got a call from your neighbor saying you were in a fight."

Wayne tried to focus on Hopper, even on just the words he was saying, but everything kept going in and out of focus. The night sky above the chief of police was spinning, spinning, spinning and Wayne barely managed to roll to his side before the contents of his stomach mixed with the damp grass.

"Shit. Callahan, help me get him in the truck. We need to get him to the hospital."

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"Do you think you can explain now?" Hopper asked from his place next to Wayne's hospital bed. Wayne felt a big deal was being made out of nothing but it didn't matter, the blows he took to his head kept him in the hospital. Better safe than sorry, especially with head injuries, he could still hear the nurse speaking to him.

"There's not much to tell, Chief. My boy, Eddie, was with me for the last week. His father, my kid brother, left him with me while he was on a trip out of state. Eddie missed a lot of school. I managed to get him to Wabash a few times but still, poor kid is going to miss half the year at this rate. I offered Edward to keep him here, told him I'd look after Eddie so he could get a damned education. Last thing I remember clearly is Edward tackling me through that porch railing, then your handsome mug trying to wake me up. I think it goes without saying that my charming kid brother took my offer even worse than I anticipated."

Hopper stood and Wayne grabbed his forearm before he could walk away. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm going to get the kid."

Wayne hated this - it was exhausting always being the voice of reason. "Jim, there ain't nothing you can legally do. Edward has custody, legal and physical. And we got no way to prove that he's the one who did this," Wayne gestured to himself, where he could feel the split in his bottom lip, "do we?"

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Just some old writing I found from back on Halloween 2022. I just really like Wayne. Imagining and putting into writing what I think his relationship with other people in Hawkins must be like has really been fun.

I love Hop and Wayne being bros. I will absolutely be incorporating some of these thoughts into my writing going forward.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #wayne munson #jim hopper #stranger things writing #stranger things fanfiction #mentions of #eddie munson #eddie munson's father #i mean it's already implied in canon but i think he's just a real bad dude #my writing #fanfiction

[steddielations]

flight of icarus spoiler-ish but god this is tearing me up already

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#HE JUST WANTS TO BE LOVED #eddie munson #flight of icarus #al munson #flight of icarus spoilers #also so far al munson aligns with my headcanons of him #charismatic and cool but an absent father who only shows up when he needs eddie for a scheme #eddie who’s used to being abandoned by him but is just glad he’s there when he’s there #complicated strained nuanced dynamics let’s gooo

[teameddiemunson]

My Munson family headcanons (mostly vague, general ideas):

The Munsons weren’t originally from Hawkins. Wayne’s accent certainly places him elsewhere for his formative years.

Wayne is the oldest of the bunch. Potentially, there’s a lot of siblings. The youngest is 10 to 15 years younger than Wayne. And that’s Eddie’s father.

The Munsons were never well off. They moved where jobs took them and struggled to support their kids. Wayne started working as soon as he was hold enough and stuck with his parents and younger siblings rather than going off on his own when he hit adulthood.

They moved to Hawkins when the youngest, Eddie’s dad whom I’ve named Richard just ‘cause, was about fifteen. And it was at Hawkins High that Richard Munson met Eddie’s mother.

#eddie munson #wayne munson #eddie munson's father #eddie munson's mother

[piratefishmama]

Eddie actually being Wayne's son though.

Stay with me here, Wayne is the nicer brother. He never had any of those nasty tendencies like Al did, wasn't trying to make a quick buck doing something shady, an he was always there picking up the pieces whenever Eddie's mother wound up suffering Al's bullshit.

Now, it was easy to fake it, to convince Al that Eddie was his, Al wasn't the brightest spark, an it was safer for Wayne too, who'd really only slept with her once, one night of drinking, laughing, joking, and her admitting that she'd wished she'd met him first, foolish, drunk one night stand born of wishes for a different life and enough alcohol to forget the one they'd actually been living, and nine months later out popped Eddie.

Al didn't even question it, his nerd of a brother? Nah, he didn't have it in him to get with HIS woman.

Maybe his swimmers weren't as lame as he thought they were. Maybe the drugs he'd been taking for years hadn't left him shooting blanks like he'd feared they had.

He had a kid! Definitely his, even though he stayed skinny like his uncle, found interests in nerd stuff like his uncle, in storytelling and theatrics.

Definitely Al Munson's son right there.

But actually, Eddie was Wayne's biological son.

It was obvious, too, as he grew up. Always the soft hearted one, the gentleman, the storyteller, the theatric little nerd. He grew tall and sturdy like Wayne, rather than broad and rotund like Al, he got his mother's hair and her eyes too but everything else?

It's all Wayne.

This is my hc now OK bye.

#Eddie Munson #wayne munson #Wayne being his actual biological father #while Eddie just thinks hes his uncle #wayne knows cause ofc he does #Al's been shooting blanks for years #its not hard to connect the dots #hes just glad Al is a dumb fuck.

[morganbritton132]

I absolutely love every time other people find something out about Steve and are just like ???

I wonder if any of his student’s parents are fans of Eddie’s but have no idea their kid’s teacher is married to him (perhaps finding out at career day 👀)

I love the thought of some rock n roll dad (aka: the guy in the minivan blaring Rage Against the Machine during morning drop off (aka: aka: my dad)) meeting his kid’s teacher during open house and seeing a picture on his desk of him and guitar legend, Eddie Munson.

Steve’s in the middle of explaining the curriculum for the year when Rock N Roll Dad points to a picture of him and Eddie backstage at the Rock N Roll Hall of Fame last year when Eddie presented like, “You like that guy?”

Steve looks from Rock N Roll Dad to the picture and then back, “Yeah, you could say that.”

Then he goes back to talking about what they should expect in terms of homework and that was that until parent/teacher conferences.

The first thing Rock N Roll Dad clocks in the new picture on Steve’s desk. It replaced the Eddie Munson one with a new one of the two of them in the parking lot after a local show. Steve’s got his arm thrown around Eddie’s neck, both of them smiling wide, and Gareth is in the background giving them bunny ears.

Rock N Roll Dad points to the framed picture like, “Pretty cool to have met ‘em.”  

“Yeah,” Steve nods. “It’s one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.”

Rock N Roll Dad is not gay himself but he is not one of those ultra straight Corroded Coffin fans that liked to pretend that half the band isn’t queer. He was actually watching the MTV Music Awards show that Eddie publicly came out at by declaring his love for some guy named Steve, and actually.

Rock N Roll Dad thought it made a lot of sense that Eddie Munson was gay because well. A lot of his songs were… phallic.

So, he knows.

He knows that Eddie Munson is gay and that he’s married to some guy whose name isn’t even listed on his Wikipedia page, and he knows that he lives in Chicago, but what he doesn’t know is why he never put two and two together and got Steve Harrington.

There’s a different picture of Eddie Munson on Mr. Harrington’s desk when Rock N Roll Dad goes to talk to him after his kid gets detention for being a little shithead. There is framed original concept art for CC’s first album on the wall behind Steve when Rock N Roll Dad checks in on his kid during a zoom study session.

Hell, Rock N Roll Dad follows Eddie on Tiktok.

He has seen the ass shots that Eddie has posted of his husband in his running shorts, and he did think, yeah, that’s a great ass. He didn’t know he was thinking that about his kid’s math teacher!!

It’s not even Career Day when he discovers it. It’s the day before when they can set up their booths in the gym because Rock N Roll Dad may be a heavy metal fan always, but he’s also an accountant from 8:30 to 4:30 Monday thru Friday.

 He’s struggling to keep his poster board up when in walks guitar legend, Eddie Munson. He’s carrying a box, following behind a guy carrying an iguana.

Rock N Roll Dad abandons everything and walks over to the booth across the way. He can hear the two bickering with each other but before he can say anything, Steve Harrington is there and he is distressed, “Why do you have that?!”

“Her name is Leia, Steve,” Dustin says, “and she has separation anxiety.”

Steve opens his mouth like he wants to complain but doesn’t even know where to begin so he just accepts it, “Is she going to eat somebody?”

“That happened one time!”

Eddie Munson, infamous guitarist that lived on Rock N Roll Dad’s walls as a teenager, uses the opportunity to slide up next to Mr. Harrington and wrap an arm around him. He kisses his cheek, “Baby, we’re here to help.”

“You’re here to guilt me into letting you be a part of Career Day.”

“I can multitask, babe,” Eddie grinned, still so close to Steve that his smile touches his cheek. Steve just sags against him and Rock N Roll Dad thinks, oh. He thinks, oh, shit.

“You have a fan,” Steve mumbles, pulling away a little. It takes Rock N Roll Dad a second to realize that they’re talking about him and then he thinks, fuck.

“Hey – Hi. Uh.” He stops, thinks about lying and saying he needs tape or something, but settles on, “I didn’t know my kid’s teacher married you.”

“Technically, I married him.”

“Technically, I married both of you,” Dustin pointed out. “I officiated the wedding.”

“Ah,” Rock N Roll Dad says because what else is there to say. “Big fan.”

“Yeah, I can tell.”

#at this point in the timeline Steve has only been shot from waist down in Eddie’s Tiktok account #you may be thinking ‘is rock n roll dad Jeremy’s dad’ and he’s not #he’s the father of a kid that doesn’t give a shit about how their teacher is married to so when he goes home and says your math teacher is #married to a celebrity they’re like ‘I don’t know who that is so no he’s not’ #so Steve’s students don’t find out until Eddie’s infamous ‘why is your math teacher my husband’ Tiktok #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson