#i want uncle wayne and eddie💔

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

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#im so pissed off today #the wind is pissing me off bc it keeps making my braids go behind me and get stuck on my bagzips and ouch #work is pissing me off bc my work senior booked me for overtime without asking #uni is pissing me off bc i can't find the time for it and its my dream and im ruining it #I'm pissing myself off bc im annoyed and angry at everything today #im tryinf so hard not to snap at people but jesus christ i have had enough #i woke up angry and frustrated and im trying hard not to show it #and to keep doing what i gotta bc this whole situation with uni is my own fault #and also I'm angry bc i wanna write comfort but i have no time other than 10 mins here or there #im being eaten alive but theres no chance to bite back and hhhhhh fuck this im so done #says the woman doing it anyway🙃🙃🙃 #i want uncle wayne and eddie💔 #but also i dont bc i wouldn't want them to see me like this

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

All the wrong reasons

Hi, can I request that reader is Chrissy’s BSF and Eddie has a huge crush on Chrissy so he uses the reader to get closer to Chrissy but then ends up falling for the reader & reader eventually finds out that Eddie was js using them? Angst & fluff ending pls. Sorry if it doesn’t make sense.

Requested by anon ❤

Warnings; Angst, angst, guilt, falling in love, heartbreak, 💔 fluff. 💞💞

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Repost as the tags are being so glitchy for me rn 😥

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Chrissy had been Eddie's crush for a little while now and he really wanted to get to know her properly.

Being the town "freak" he couldn't just walk up to her and announce he was crushing on her and ask if they wanted to hang out.

Jesus H Christ no, but he did have a plan and it involved her best friend y/n. Chrissy and y/n were like sisters and he figured if he got closer to her then he could get close to Chrissy too.

Y/n was a cheerleader just like Chrissy but actually spoke to him on occasions. She was...sweet and his stomach churned at the thought of using her like this.

It was completely unexpected when Eddie first approached her. She had just finished cheerleading practice and he was going to set up for his club. Hellfire.

"Hey, that was a great cheer routine you all did for yesterday's game". This surprises her that Eddie was there. It didn't seem like his thing because he couldn't stand half the team, especially Jason.

"I wouldn't have expected you to be there, thank you though for what you said. That's really sweet". He nods and then looks nervous.

"So uh if you wanted you could come and watch Hellfire sometime?". She feels a fluttering in her stomach at the blush on his cheeks.

He was so handsome, she had always thought that but the only person she had ever told was Chrissy.

"I could come now, I don't know a lot about it but my little cousin plays it and I'd like to learn more?". He looks stunned at this information then nods and motions her to go first, opening the door to the auditorium.

"Milady". She giggles at his old-fashioned tone and words and heads inside.

She never expected to enjoy Hellfire so much but she does. It's fascinating and she knows not to ask questions during the game but after she talks Eddie's ear off about it.

That extends to Monday at lunch and she invites him over to her table with Chrissy who welcomes him kindly.

They include Chrissy in the conversation about Hellfire too and y/n loves that he's getting on so well with Chrissy who was like her sister, they were that close.

She ignores Jason's protests and invites Eddie to sit with her and Chrissy every day that week, mostly they head over to his table though and she talks with the Hellfire boys too.

Her small crush begins to bloom into something more.

Eddie feels guilt weigh down on him as y/n chats to him happily about his latest campaign, yeah he's getting closer to her and Chrissy is hanging around too but he feels like a fucking fraud.

He thought this would be... Not easy per say but not this fucking hard. It turned out that y/n was a great girl, super interested in Hellfire, nice to his friends and just a sweetheart.

He felt like shit for using her and not for the first time he was beginning to wonder if Chrissy was worth it, she was with Jason, kind to him, yes, but she had always been sweet.

He groans, he hates this. He hates how his friendship with y/n came to pass but he can't say anything now.

Maybe somehow this will all work out.

Movie night was beginning to happen a lot more frequently with Eddie. Just her and Eddie. They talked a lot about anything and everything.

Sometimes the topics were light and fluffy, sometimes they were hard, emotional.

Like she learned Eddie's mother had passed away and his father was a deadbeat criminal.

"Moving in with my uncle Wayne was the best thing that ever happened to me sweetheart, my old man was a criminal and I never want to be like him".

She rushes to soothe him and cups his cheek with her hand.

"You're nothing like him Eds, you're caring, sweet, honest. You are not your father". His eyes shine with wet tears and he swallows hard.

"Y/n there's something I have to tell you". His Uncle Wayne came in at that point and he clammed up, putting the movie on.

Whatever he wanted to tell her, he could do it when he was ready.

He didn't mean to fall for her. He didn't. He was well and truly fucked because their friendship began as a lie and at some point, he would have to confess that because the guilt was killing him.

Spending time with y/n at Hellfire, school, movie nights and phone calls had driven Chrissy far from his mind.

Only y/n filled that space now. He was falling in love with her and he was fucked. Desperate to find some sort of release he decided to confess to Henderson and Gareth.

Maybe they could help him decide what to do? He approached them at lunch and asked to speak to them in private.

The minute they were alone he spilt his guts and confessed everything. Gareth looked annoyed at him but calmed down eventually but Dustin? The look of disappointment on the little shrimp's face? That cut Eddie to the bone.

"You need to tell her, that girl is falling for you Eddie and you're obviously falling for her. You need to come clean and deal with the consequences". Dustin told him sternly.

The butthead was right, he needed to tell the truth. Y/n was going to hate him but it needed to be done. His stomach clenches in nerves.

Would she ever forgive him?

He waits until after school, they are hanging out at her house and he can't concentrate on anything that they are speaking about, his nerves are building and she notices and softens.

"You okay Eds?". Her sweet face peers at him worried and that does it, he breaks down.

"No. No I'm not princess, when we first started hanging out I wasn't clear on my intentions and I feel sick about it". She pauses looking at him confused.

"What do you mean?". Shit shit shit. He takes a breath and it comes out in a rush.

"I had a massive crush on Chrissy and I wanted to get closer to her so I thought if we started hanging out and grew close then that would happen".

She stares at him dumbfounded and doesn't speak for several minutes.

"Sweetheart say something?". He begs and his heart breaks when he sees tears run down her cheeks.

"You were just using me?". She whispers and her eyes are full of betrayal and pain. He tries to hold her, his heart cracking even more when she pulls away.

"I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry". Sniffing she wipes the tears away and glares at him.

"You just used me, Eddie, how the fuck can you do that to someone? You wanted Chrissy all this time it was all about her?"

"Only for a little bit, not now sweetheart because I fell in love with you, all the time we spent together made me fall head over heels, I'm not interested in Chrissy like that anymore".

Her sobs pierce his heart and she looks at him with heartache written all over her face.

"You love me? That's supposed to make this all better? Our friendship was built on a lie! Get out! Just get out!".

No no... He can't lose her, he can't. Tears fall down his own cheeks and he tries to comfort him desperately but she pushes him away.

"Leave! I hate you, Eddie Munson". The wind feels like it's been knocked out of him, the girl he loves hates him and it's all his fault.

He nods and leaves driving back to his trailer, he must look a mess as he heads inside because Uncle Wayne stands up looking horrified.

"Eddie? What happened son?".

"I fucked up Uncle Wayne, I fucked up real bad". He sobs and is brought into a fierce hug by his uncle as he gets ready to explain everything.

She feels so empty inside. The minute Eddie left all her emotions came out and she called Chrissy in tears.

Chrissy was fuming, nothing much ever made her angry but this had her furious.

She held y/n while she cried, stroked her hair, soothed her and kept Eddie from approaching her.

She just didn't want to see him not now when everything felt so raw and emotional.

Maybe one day but right now she was hurting too much, she thought he liked her for her but that wasn't the case.

At least not at first and that broke her heart into pieces.

1 month later.

"You miss him, Chrissy murmurs gently and he misses you. Look at him". Eddie looked as broken as she felt. God, she missed him but he hurt her so badly.

He was at The Hellfire table, nowhere near his dramatic and exuberant self, he hadn't been for the last month and it made her heart ache.

She shouldn't have said she hated him that was the furthest thing from the truth.

"I do miss him, Chrissy, but what he did sucked". Chrissy takes her hand and squeezes it.

"Forgive not forget but honestly sweetie, I do think he really loves you and I know you love him. Maybe he's worth a second chance. He won't hurt you again. I'd castrate him if he even tried".

This makes her smile a little and when Eddie approaches her looking nervous she decides to talk to him.

The fact y/n and Chrissy who has been super protective of her, will even let him speak is a miracle and he grabs it with both hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry baby, for everything. I love you. I'm so in love with you. I fell for you so fast and I miss you. I'd do anything to be able to hold you again"

His speech makes her cry and while she's anxious about giving him a chance she knows it's what she wants but slowly and at her own pace.

"I want to be able to trust you, Eddie, that will take time but I do miss you. I'm giving you one chance. If you fuck up again we are done for good".

Relief fills him and he gently takes her hand and kisses it.

"This last month without you has been hell. I will never hurt you again princess. I swear it and I'll prove it to you".

Chrissy glares at him.

"You better Munson. I swear I'll kick your ass if you fuck up again". Chrissy leaves them to talk as the bell rings signalling the end of lunch.

Eddie gulps.

"Shit, she's scary right?". This makes y/n giggle and he lights up at her laugh.

"I promise you, sweetheart. I'll get it right this time, can, can I kiss you? I've wanted to for a long time".

Desire flickers in her eyes and she nods, he leans forward and captures his lips with hers. It's incredible. So fucking perfect.

They break apart and he pulls her into a hug relishing the fact she's in his arms once more.

"Let's start light yeah come to Hellfire tonight as my girl, the boys miss you". Miraculously she agrees and he feels lighter than air, so grateful for this second chance.

He will never fuck it up, he will spend every single day proving to her.

Because she's his soulmate and he never wants to lose her again.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson imagine

[warmaidensrevenge]

Always seen you.

Pairing: Eddie x Insecure!Fem plus size reader

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A/N: Ok lovelies. Sorry it took me so long to get these last two parts out. I've been working a lot. So the only time I can write is during my breaks. So a warning. This is a little sad. But with hopeful ending. I hope you guys like it. Thanks for reading. As always feedback is greatly appreciated. Kay love ya bye.

Warnings: 18+ language angst, fluff, body insecurities, slow burn, sexual situations, heartache and not proof read and no word count.

Summary: You finally got your guy. But something always gets in the way. Does true love conquer all?

Part 13

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Two weeks after Eddie had met the producer he received the best news. He and the band were invited to tour. And not just that. But to also record.

They were to fly out to LA and start in a month. Which was perfect because the guys needed to get their affairs in order before heading out.

It was hard to believe that graduation was only 5 months away. Time seemed to be moving at a snails pace. Your time was filled with SAT prep courses. College applications and essays. Even traveling for clubs.

When Eddie told you about the plan, all you could think about was him dropping out of school. You guys actually had a very heated argument about it.

It was only a few days after Eddie told you, you decided to voice your concerns.

" Eddie. I just...you worked so hard. I hate to see you throw that all away."

You were sitting on his bed and he was on top of his dresser.

" I don't see why you just can't be happy for me y/n."

" I-I am."

" Then why are you trying to talk me out of it?!"

" Eddie I'm not. All I'm asking is for you to think about it...I get that this is an amazing opportunity. But it won't be the only one. You don't always have to jump on the first offer you get."

" This is our chance y/n. Please don't ask me to choose."

"I'm not asking for you to choose between becoming a rockstar and staying here. All I'm trying to say is that graduating is important. Getting a diploma is a good thing Eddie. You don't know what can hap-"

Eddie narrowed his eyes and cut you off. " So you really think I need a fall back? You know what." He shook his head and gripped the edge of the dresser until his knuckles were white. "It's really nice knowing you never believed in us."

You felt a prickle of tears coming. That's not what you were trying to say.

" Eds no. That's not it...you know I think you guys are amazing-"

" Are we really? Or were you just saying that because you have feelings for me?"

" Y-yes. You guys are very talented. And sure maybe my love for you influenced me a little. But I wouldn't say something I didn't mean."

Eddie scoffed. To be fair you did tell him they were good before you started dating. And you actually made a tape of them. Showing whoever you could when he still had it. But right now it felt like you wanted to hold him back. Didn't you know that he finally could be someone you could be proud of?

"So you're just being selfish?"

You looked at him and your heart sank. He looked so mad. And that was because you couldn't keep your mouth shut.

" W-what?"

" Yeah. So you get to go off and live your dreams. While I stay here being miserable and wait for you...or is it that you are just being clingy and don't want me to leave?"

Eddie knew he shouldn't have said that. He immediately regretted it as soon as it came out. You weren't like that at all. To be honest, he wasn't really mad at you. He loved the shit out of you. It was just he had gotten into it with his uncle about the same thing earlier that morning. He always thought Wayne supported his dream. But after the exchange of heated words, all he cared about was your support. Which now he felt like he didn't have.

You looked away. Was that really what he thought? Were you only saying this so he would stay? Were you being overbearing and way too attached?

Maybe

You stood up and went to him. "I love you Eddie. And all I want is what's best for you... I'm sorry."

You kissed his cheek and went home. Finally letting yourself cry along the way.

He felt like such a dick. He knew he fucked up. And though he wanted to chase you and apologized for being that way. He decided to take some space to calm down. To go over the conversation. He didn't want to come back together just to fight again.

You really didn't say anything bad. Just for him to consider his options. Which to be fair he really didn't think about. When he was talking to the producer he kinda got too excited and said yes immediately. Without even talking to his band mates about it.

Still he really wanted to do this. And so did the guys. So he had to. Not just for him. But for them...for you. So that you guys could have a good life together.

Eddie was already planning what he was gonna do as soon as he made enough money. He was going to buy you a house. Then get married. After traveling for a couple of years. You guys would finally settle down and start a family. Sure the plan could change. But as long as it was you and him he didn't care how it changed.

Just a little after you left he grabbed his acoustic guitar and sat on the bed. This was how he dealt with overwhelming feelings. Pouring his heart out in song.

Leaving Eddie's was hard. You wanted to stay and talk about the issue. But you didn't want to cry in front of him.

He had already seen you cry too many times. And you hated it. Also a part of you thought that he was being way too harsh on you. He was your boyfriend, but most importantly your friend. You should have been able to talk to him. To say how you felt and not fear how he would react to it.

You could understand that yes this was his dream. But walking the line was also one too. Why couldn't he do both? Why couldn't fame wait until after graduation?

Maybe you were being selfish. Maybe the thought of him running off scared you. What if he found someone better? Someone he had more in common with. Someone who could be there with him.

Yes you knew that eventually things were gonna change. But you didn't expect it to change this fast. You had barely had any time with him. And now he was already moving on.

When he leaves, would that be the end of the relationship? Or would it end sooner?

So many damn unanswered questions ran through your head. That all they did was make you cry even more.

You sat at your desk and started to draw. Not really having anything in mind. You just drew. Sometimes you did this when you were upset. And right now you were hurt.

Before bed you packed your overnight bag for tomorrow's debate competition in Columbus Ohio. You looked out your window and saw Eddie putting in his pajamas.

You caught his eye and he waved. You looked away and turned off the light.

Eddie was getting ready to go over and sleep with you like he did almost every night since you guys got together. But when you didn't wave back he figured you needed more time. He must have really hurt your feelings if you couldn't even look at him.

His instincts told him to just go over anyways. But he didn't.

...

In the morning Eddie woke up from the worst sleep in his life. He was up in the early morning hours thinking of a way to show you how truly sorry he was for saying those awful things to you.

When he finally did fall asleep, his alarm went off an hour later. The first thing he did when he got up was peered out the window into yours. You should have been up by now. But he didn't see you.

He got dressed and went over. He knocked and was greeted by your brother.

" Eddie. What's up?"

" Uhh came to drive y/n to school."

" Did you forget? She had that debate thing in Ohio."

Eddie palmed his forehead. " Fuck!"

Matthew chuckled. " Yeah you forgot. It's cool. You have a lot on your plate. "

" Shit I didn't even get to say bye."

" Dude she's coming home in two days. Don't freak out."

Eddie nodded. Now he had to sleep without you again. How could he forget you were leaving? And how the hell was he going to make it without you?

He turned and started for his van.

" Hey hold up. Y/n said to give this to you when I see you."

Eddie turned back to your brother who disappeared into the trailer and came back after a second. Handing him your sketch book.

He went to his van and looked through the book. You must have worked on it all night. The first couple of pictures were of D&D characters. He saw your version of what everyone's character looked like. Then as he kept going he saw the cartoon you watering flowers. And as soon as they were big enough, you picked them and gave them to the cartoon version of him. Saying you were sorry for making him upset.

Then his cartoon apologized for saying mean things to you.

Eddie smiled seeing the drawing of you two kissing. The last picture was him and Corroded Coffin on a stage performing. With a little you holding up your horns in the crowd.

...

Eddie had half the mind to drive to Ohio. But he didn't. So he went to school to try and convince someone to give him his diploma.

The whole competition was a blur. All you could think about was Eddie. It was so bad that you actually lost.

This was the first time that happened. You didn't even get a second place award.

Worried that Eddie was still upset you went straight home instead of going to see him.

The moment you came back Eddie was at band practice. He was having a hard time concentrating too. To the point where he decided to call it a day.

When he went home he saw your light on. He quickly ran over.

You were in the kitchen fixing supper when he walked in.

"Angel?'

You glanced at him and put on a fake smile. This was the longest you've guys been apart since you got together. The pain in your heart for not seeing him was terrible.

" Hi"

Eddie walked to the small kitchen and pulled you away from the stove. Embracing you.

The way he held you, made you feel so much better.

" Baby, I don't want to fight anymore. I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. And I'm really sorry for not coming over the other night."

"I'm sorry too Ed's."

He looked down at you. " You don't need to apologize for anything. I know you were just trying to talk. I was the dick for thinking you were doing something that you weren't. I don't want you to think that you have to hold back when it comes to saying how you feel. Especially when you talk to me."

You turned off the stove and took a few steps away from him.

" Eddie, I didn't mean to come off like I don't support you. Of course I do." You hung your head. " And...and if I'm being too needed. I'm sorry."

Eddie felt even worse. You weren't like that at all. If anything he was the super clingy one. He basically followed you around like a puppy. Hanging off every word you said. Touching you whenever he could.

He shook his head and went to you. Lifting your face so that he can look into his favorite pair of eyes.

" No. You're not needy or clingy or any of that. And I really didn't mean it. If anything I want you to be more. "

" I just don't want to be too much for you. I know I can be annoying sometimes."

" Never. You could never annoy me. I love you."

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face into his chest.

" I missed you Eds."

He kissed the top of your head. " I missed you too baby."

After a bit he sat at the small table while you continued to cook.

" So did you win?"

You quickly glanced at him. " Umm no."

" Oh Angel I'm sorry. I know how hard you worked for it."

"It's okay... can't win them all I guess."

You fixed Eddie and yourself a plate and sat with him.

You weren't really hungry anymore so you just picked at your food. " When...when do you have to leave?"

Eddie grabbed your hand making you look at him.

" In about a month."

You nodded and your heart sank again. You looked back down at your plate.

So soon.

You faked a smile and Eddie knew it.

"Y/n. Look at me."

You fought back your tears and did.

" I want to spend every second with you."

You nodded.

"And before I go. I'm gonna need your help."

" With what?"

He tried to smile. But he wanted to cry.

" I need help with a schedule."

"A schedule?"

" Yeah. I want something to follow. I want us to make time for each other. I know that I'm gonna be busy and so will you. So we have to have a set time for us to call one another. And if for some reason we can't talk. Then we'll write."

You started to feel a little better knowing he still wanted to talk to you after he left.

"Umm so we're still going to do this?"

He tilted his head and furrowed his brow. " What do you mean?"

" Be together."

Eddie pulled his hand away. " Do-do you not want to be?"

" I do. I want to be with you."

" But?"

You shook your head and looked away again. " But, are you sure?"

" Sure about what?"

" That you want me. That you're willing to do the distance thing with me...I can understand if you don't....if you meet someone else."

" That's what you're worried about? That I'm gonna meet someone else."

You stood quiet.

" Y/n." He stood up and you moved to face him when he kneeled in front of you. " Don't you know that you're the one for me? This just started and I'm not ready to just let that go. And to tell you the truth. I'm never gonna want this to be over."

" I just don't want to hold you back."

" Baby, I'm doing this not just because it's my dream. I'm doing this for you...so I can give you the life you deserve."

" You want a life with me?"

" Yes! I want you."

You finally let the tears fall. " I want you too...always."

He wiped your tears away. " And you have me. Forever."

You sniffled. " Umm excuse me."

Eddie got up and watched you go to your room. He sat back down pulling his plate and chair closer to yours.

When you came back you had two brand new daily planners and two pens.

" Okay Munson. Let's do this."

Eddie smirked and kissed your cheek. " Ready baby."

...

Eddie didn't lie when he said he wanted to spend every second he could with you. He even kept going to school just to see you.

One day two weeks later you went home to get changed while Eddie got ready for band practice. The guys wanted your opinion on a new song they came up with.

There was an unfamiliar car parked in front of your trailer.

When you walked through the door there was someone sitting in the living room talking to your brother.

" Hey sis "

" Hey."

" Umm this is Mr. Davidson."

" Hello." You said walking to him and held out your hand.

Mr Davidson stood up and shook your hand.

" It's very nice to meet you Miss L/N. I am the Administrative Officer for MIT."

Oh shit!

" Oh. Hi. Um yes it's nice to meet you as well."

You all took a seat as Mr Davidson continued.

" Miss L/N. I was just telling your brother that MIT would like to invite you to visit our campus in two weeks. I saw that you submitted an application to the school for next fall."

" Y-Yes."

"Well normal we wait until February to send out our early action letters. But the school thought I should reach out earlier than that."

" Umm. Are you saying I've been accepted?"

Mr Davidson smiled. " Yes. You will still be getting a letter in the mail. I assume MIT wasn't the only college you applied for?"

" Yes sir. But MIT was my first option. It's my dream school."

" Good. That's very good to hear. So the reason the schools inviting you to visit is because we would like to see if MIT would be the right fit for you. We understand that there are many colleges that have similar programs and that are much closer to home. However, we would be honored to have you join the school the summer after graduation."

The summer?

You looked at your brother and he grinned at you. MIT was really the only school you actually wanted to go to.

" I umm. Wow. This is...wow. thank you."

" You're very welcome. But Miss L/N you don't have to make the decision now. We encourage all our applicants to visit other schools to make sure they are making the best choice for their higher education."

You nodded.

Mr Davidson pulled open his brief case. " I have here some information for the week of the visit if you choose to participate." He handed you a piece of paper. " The week will be filled with activities and introductions of courses. You will see the dormitories and mess hall. You will also get information about the local area if you choose to explore that as well."

" That sounds fantastic."

" Mr Davidson, I have a question about tuition."

He looked at your brother. " Yes of course. It is with great pleasure that I can offer Miss L/N a full ride."

Your mouth dropped open. Not only did you get an early acceptance but a full ride. And to MIT.

This can't be happening.

You and your brother were speechless.

" I-i-i."

Mr Davidson laughed. " I know. It's a lot. But like I said. MIT wants you to consider it while you make your decision. You are incredibly bright. I can see by your grades and extra curricular activities that you will go far. You stood out amongst other applicants with all your work and progress you've made throughout your academic career. And with the schools help, we can narrow down what exactly you will be majoring in. Then you can have your choice in the abundance of jobs that will be offered to you once you graduate

All you could do was nod. You wanted to accept the offer right then and there. But you really had to go over your options. There was now someone who made things a little more challenging. And he was leaving.

As you said your goodbyes. You and your brother just stood there for a second. Then you jumped into his arms.

" OH MY GOD!!! MIT!"

" See kiddo. I knew you could do it." Matthew said while spinning you around in his arms.

With tears in your eyes. You pulled away and palmed your forehead.

" We have to celebrate! Let me call Bethany and you go get Eddie."

You watched your brother jog to the kitchen phone and dial. Your smile faded into a frown.

Eddie...

...

When Eddie got home he was so happy. He had your support and after a lot of convincing he had his uncle's too.

When he was getting his guitar he didn't know how he could make it through practice without touching you. Without kissing you. Especially after you heard the song he wrote just for you.

When he went to his van a smile found him. He watched you walk over from your place. There was something different. You seemed happy but your eyes told a different story.

When you came to him you hugged him... hard.

" What's going on Angel?"

You pulled away and grabbed his hand. Leading him to the steps to sit down.

You sat there with his arm around your waist.

" I just had a visitor."

He tried to meet your eyes. But you didn't look at him.

" Who?"

" The uhh administrative officer from MIT."

" Really?"

You nodded. " He offered me a full ride."

"WHAT?! OH FUCK! BABY!"

He jumped up and pulled you into his arms. When you hesitated to hug him back he leaned away to look at you.

" Why aren't you as happy as I am?"

" I am. Really."

" But?"

" I...I got invited to visit the school."

" Uhh okay. That doesn't explain why you're not jumping up and down right now."

You tried to hold back your tears.

" Eddie, the weekend I'm supposed to go and visit...is the weekend you're leaving."

His heart sank. " O-oh. So you won't be here when..."

You shook your head.

Eddie let you go and backed away. All he wanted to say was not to go. He wanted to beg you to stay so that he could be with you until the moment he had to get on the plane. But he couldn't. He shouldn't. You didn't beg him to stay with you. So he couldn't ask you to do that.

" I don't-"

Eddie cut you off. " You should go."

" No. I have to be here."

He came back to you and held your hands. " Where is the school again?"

" Massachusetts."

Eddie brought your hands up and kissed them. " Maybe I can leave from there. I can try to change my ticket."

" You would do that for me?"

" I would do anything for you."

Now you couldn't go. He had to know that you would do the same for him.

" I'm staying."

" No Angel."

" Yes Munson. The school will still look the same after you leave."

" No I'll go with you. Besides. I want to see if the place is good enough for my girl."

" What about the guys?"

" I'll meet them in LA."

" Eddie-"

"Baby. I'm going with you. And that's final."

You sighed. No point in arguing about this.

" Okay."

He smiled. " Okay. So no practice tonight. We are celebrating. I'm going to tell the guys."

" Umm if you want, invite them join us."

" Yeah. I'll have one of them bring a cake or something."

Eddie smirked and hugged you lifting you up a little.

When he let you go he shouted.

" DO YOU HEAR THAT HAWKINS? MY GIRL GOT INTO MIT! "

...

You guys actually drove to MIT. The fourteen hour drive was awesome. You all switched off when someone got tired. And when you guys finally got to the hotel, you passed out.

Eddie didn't bring it up or even try. Which was also nerve wrecking. He spent most of the time either on the phone or just holding you. He seemed to be getting sadder with each passing day.

This was a first. Sharing in a hotel room with Eddie. You were nervous because this was the last few nights together. You weren't sure if you should let Eddie leave without you two having sex. Not that you didn't want to. It's just you didn't want it to be forced. And every day that got closer to him leaving felt like you had to.

Every time he looked at you now all he wanted to do was cry. He knew leaving you was gonna be hard. He just didn't expect for it to be this hard.

For the past two nights he had been silently crying. Wishing for you to just come with him. Sure he still had his friends and he had the schedule for when you guys could talk. But he knew the moment he left he would leave a piece of himself behind.

He didn't want to ruin this moment for you though. The way your face lit up when you explored the school. How absolutely excited you were to go there. He hated it. Well not really. He just didn't like the fact you guys were gonna be so far apart. But he swore to himself he wasn't going to regret this. He swore to support you just as much as you've supported him.

As the final day crept closer you felt the reality of what was happening finally setting in. You tried to make the best of the situation. However, two nights before he had to go he got a call from Gareth saying he had to leave the next morning. Something about picking the wrong day to fly out.

Eddie hung up the phone and went to find his ticket. And sure enough it said he was supposed to leave in the morning. He sat on the bed waiting for you to come back with more towels. Cursing at himself.

When you got back he immediately got up and hugged you.

" What's wrong Eds?"

He pulled you to the bed and sighed.

"I have to leave in the morning."

Your initial reaction was silence. But then you started to stutter.

" Wh-what? N-no. We-we have two-two more d-days."

" I screwed up Angel. I guess I asked for the wrong day."

" You what? Eddie I told you what day."

" I know. I'm sorry."

You got up and shook your head. You were supposed to have two more days with him.

" I.. fuck!"

" Baby, come sit down."

" No! I..."

He got up and tried to hold you but you moved away from him.

" Y/n don't-'

" No Eddie. You're leaving tomorrow."

" I'm sorry."

" Stop! Stop being sorry."

Eddie stood quiet watching you pace the room.

" I had this whole thing planned Eddie."

" I-I know."

You looked at him seeing the tears in his eyes. There was a comet that was supposed to pass tomorrow night. You had planned on taking him out to dinner and watch it after.

Then once you guys got back you were gonna ask him to make love to you. But now all that was ruined.

It was already difficult as it was. You weren't ready to say goodbye. Now you were forced to do it early.

" I'm not ready." You said, wiping away your tears.

You finally let Eddie hold you.

" I know baby. I'm not ready either."

After a little while you helped him pack. Crying every little bit.

Once everything was ready to go, you guys got ready for bed. You pulled him into your arms and held him.

Eddie hugged your torso and started to sing.

🎵

So caught up in you, little girl

And I never did suspect a thing

So caught up in you, little girl

That I never want to get myself free

And baby it's true

You're the oneWho caught me baby you taught me

How good it could be

🎵

As he continued to sing tears fell down the side of your face.

Eddie could feel your body tense slightly under him. He looked up to you.

" Baby please don't cry. I'll be back as soon as I can."

" I know. I'm just happy. Happy that you came, happy that you chose me to spend your last night with, happy that you still want this. Even when you don't have to. I'm happy because you make me feel so loved."

You met his gaze.

" Make love to me Eddie."

" Are...are you sure? I don't want you to feel like you have to just because I'm leaving."

You sat up. " I want to...I want you. All of you."

" Okay Angel...okay." he whispered kissing you.

He slowly undressed you as you helped him out of his clothes.

As the kiss deepened you straddled him wrapping your fingers in his curls.

"Do you have a condom?" You asked just above a whisper.

He nodded. You rolled off and he reached over for his wallet.

You watched as he pulled out a foiled square. Before he put it on he leaned on his elbow and caressed your cheek.

" Y/n. Seriously we don't have to do this."

" Do you not want to?"

" I do. I just-"

" Eddie. I love you. And I'm ready now."

He leaned in and kissed you.

Once the condom was on he got on top of you and pressed himself between your legs.

You closed your eyes and tried to calm your nerves.

" Are you nervous?"

You opened your eyes and peered deep into his. The second your eyes met. You weren't so nervous anymore. He looked at you with so much love. That all you could do was smile.

" Not anymore."

He grinned. " I am."

You moved his bangs. " Why?"

He looked away.

" Eds look at me."

He did.

" If you don't want to-"

" I do. I'm just worried that I'll hurt you."

" Do you want me to get on top?"

" Y-yeah."

He slid off and helped you straddle him again. You bent over to kiss him and lifted your bottom so he could align himself with your entrance.

You had both hands on the either side of his face then moved one to put on his chest.

As you took him in you, you pulled away from his lips and met his forehead with yours.

Eddie's hands held onto your thighs while you slowly sank down on him. Fingers digging in harder with every inch that disappeared in you. Your incredible warmth surrounded him. Gripping him like a vice. Your soft gasps turned him on even more.

Feeling the stretch he was giving you was amazing. You could feel yourself practically dripping for him.

You kept going until he was completely in. The second he was, you gasped so loud that Eddie thought you were hurt.

He quickly cupped your face. " Baby let's stop."

You moved back a little " What? Why?"

" I hurt you."

" N-no Eds...well yes. But it felt...I don't know. Good...I never felt that before."

"The spot where my tip is touching?"

You nodded.

" Oh baby. I'm sorry. I should have been on top and eased that for you."

You gave him a sweet smile. " it's fine Eds. I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting it."

"Are you sure you don't want to stop?"

" No Eddie. I want to keep going."

" Okay... Let's just go slow."

You bit your lip and pulled yourself to sit up. You hurried and pressed your lips together to stop another loud gasp.

The pain was well.. painful. But you didn't know why you wanted more.

You swiveled your hips back the forwards painfully slow. And when the spot got hit again you threw your head back and moaned.

When Eddie saw that he sat up and held you still. He moved his hips so that he could thrust up into you. Being as careful as he could.

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders. Moans and grunts filled the room. Them becoming more frequent the faster Eddie went.

"Ed-Eddie. I'm close"

"Shit. Me too."

" Can...can I move my hips?"

Eddie's hands let up a little. " Yeah Baby....fuck...yeah."

Eddie stopped moving and let you rock your hips. He could feel your body shake every time you got him to hit that sweet spot. And with every bitter sweet hit he also felt your walls pulsate like crazy. Drawing him closer and closer to his release. Then your rocking became short and fast .

" I'm cu-cumming." You warned

" Jesus H!!" Was all he could say before he came too.

Your hips slowed until you felt Eddie twitch.

You guys held each other until you caught your breaths.

You laid down so tired. Eddie pulled you into his arms after he took off the condom.

" Are you okay Angel?"

" Mmhmm. Are you?"

" So good baby. So good."

"Promise?"

Eddie laughed a bit. " Pinky promise."

He held out his pinky and you hooked it with yours.

" I love you so much Eddie."

" Promise?"

You giggled a little. "Pinky promise."

You held out your pinky this time.

" I love you too y/n."

As you laid there you got sad again. And so did Eddie.

You started outlining his tattoos with your finger tips. While Eddie rubbed your back.

You both knew you were worried about one another. But instead of ruining this moment with tears you both continue to say I love yous and kissed until you both fell asleep.

...

Eddie woke up at the ass crack of dawn. When he opened his eyes you were spooning him.

He grinned to himself and slowly got up so he wouldn't wake you. He tipped toed around putting on his clothes. He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and hair. He looked down into your toiletry bag and saw your favorite light blue green scrunchie. He plucked it out and put his hair in a low bun.

He went back out into the room and saw that you moved. You were laying down on your stomach with your leg doing a figure four under the bed sheet.

He smiled again and went to squat next to the bed.

He moved your hair out of your face and over your shoulder. Your beauty took his breath away and made his stomach do flips. His eyes fell to his ring as his hand resting on your back. He pulled it off and slid it on your finger. After he stood up and gently kissed your forehead. Hovering for a second.

" I'm yours baby... evermore."

Before he went out the door he placed a note and his keys on the pillow.

He took one last look at you. " I'll be back soon...I promise."

...

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[like-what-the-fuck-scoob]

Oh my gosh, “trash panda” Eddie, I love it 💗 He collects things that aren’t even collectible and little!Eddie is definitely worse. You think he’d be the type to pick up odd looking rocks or can tabs to show you and keep in his pockets? It’s so easy to spoil him since he doesn’t really do much for himself anyways, but you being in his life has slowly taught him self-love and that it’s okay to put himself first from time to time (he definitely has a difficult time saying no, especially when flattery is involved). And that gifts don’t have to be considered as handouts or something that’s used as manipulation. Even little!Eddie takes a while to warm up to being given a gift even though he soooo badly wants to make grabby hands for it and fawn over this new toy or gulp down a handful of a gummy candy he’d been wanting to have (even over you telling him to slow down a bit so he does not choke on them). But, big!Eddie was insistent that they shouldn’t accept them no matter what. Eventually, they both see that gifts can also be something to show you care for someone and think about them. So, his caregiver setting up a few Easter activities was just the most amazing fun he’d ever had. Oh, the thought of Wayne watching Eddie have fun made me almost cry… 🥺 That would be the sweetest thing if he helped out or just watched even though you told him he didn’t need to. He should be resting for his late shift that night, but Uncle Wayne just wanted so badly to spend that time with his boy even though there was only enough stuff for Eddie. eeeeee thinking about Eddie snuggling all of the stuffies he was given that day (taking up pretty much the whole bed), a bit of chocolate on the side of his mouth, as you read him a bedtime story…💔

100% he is such a collector of impractical things! He absolutely collects sticks from the garden and the park. I saw a meme about it somewhere I'll paste it below 😂

But who are we to tell this little panda that he can't have all the sticks? You'd just find a bucket to keep them in on display in the corner of his room 😫

And you're so right I think little Eddie would have a hard time accepting gifts, especially because his love language is acts of service and physical touch. You'd give him a gift and he'd think refusing it would be an act of kindness. Yet in reality we just want him to be happy and spoiled. It would be a learning process for him, but with support from you and Wayne, he'd learn to accept love ❤️

[berrymoos]

i hate baby jonny being sad and upset over will(;_;) it BREAKS MY HEART and after i finished reading him getting scared i couldn’t stop imagining what would happen if max had a nightmare :0

*getting the scene set up please standby*

ok so she’s at mike’s house and the whole party’s there including the older teens and they’ve had a movie bing, they’ve pigged out on junk food, they’ve been talking about everything and nothing and now they’ve finally gone to sleep with no problems, aside from steve having to sneak into holly’s room to steal her nightlight for jonathan, and everything’s good

she had stayed big the whole night and was having some lovely rest but then it all comes crashing back

she sees billy, the spider monster, el in terrible pain, the monster from the hospital, everything that happened that night, and she wakes up in a cold panic, scared and unfortunately little:(

she tries not to make a lot of noise while she silently sobs because it’s past midnight but steve knows when one of his babies is in trouble and wakes up in an instant

“ max, is everything okay?”

“ sorry stevie, i didn’t mean to wake you up”

“ that’s okay, do you wanna- *he’s cut off by max running from her spot next to lucas and jonny to his lap*

“ it was so scary stevie, i saw b-billy and the monsters and and…”

“ oh i’m so sorry sweetheart, how about a cookie, hmm? can a cookie cheer you up?”

“ m’kay, but can you hold me? i still scared”

“ of course! i’ll do anything to make my max happy”

*fast-forward to the kitchen*

“ chocolate chip or-

steve’s stops when he hears sniffles, sniffles he knows all too well

“ jonny? what are you doing up?”

“ max was gone”

“ no i not, i right here” *points to herself to make the point clear*

“ but not when i woke up:( me and ducky got scared”

“ well she’s here right now, she was upset that’s all”

“what!” *he and max are shocked because he never raises his voice unless he’s screaming* * even the paci falls out*

“ don’ be upset! i right here, i’ll make it better:) uppies?”

“ i don’t know buddy, i already have max..” but those eyes, those sweet eyes that break steve everytime

“ oh alright, c’mere”

now he has two babies in his arm, hugging each other with cookie crumbs on their face, when eddie and robin walk in

“ are you guys having cookies without me?”

“ that’s exactly what they’re doin’ robin, they left us out!”

“ no baby, not at all, you see max was upset and then jonny found out and one thing led to another and…”

let’s just say steve was up an extra two hours with all of them, having to squeeze his eyes shut so the puppy eyes won’t make him give them all more cookies（*＾ワ＾*）i swear if you tell lucas or nancy or will or uncle wayne about this midnight snacking…

max was happy, she had steve, her favorite friend in the whole wide world(minus el obvi) and robin and eddie to make her feel better and that nightmare was long forgotten

later steve asks her about it and she says she just can’t shake billy, he scares her to the core when she thinks about him flayed, and steve assures her that he and everyone else would always be there for her<3

nightly rambles while listening to hamilton is sm fun(>▽<)

baby jonny being upset over will is just. 💔he loves his wuh-wuh so much okay!!! AND NOW MAXIE W THE NIGHTMARE OH NO ｡･ﾟﾟ*(>д<)*ﾟﾟ･｡

steve could be in a deep REM sleep with the world around him absolutely dead to him & he would still be able to sense when one of his little ones are crying, regardless if it's silent or if he's in a different room. that's simply the mother hen in him coming out (*´˘`*)♡

when max climbs into his lap, crying about billy and the monsters and el being hurt, steve takes a moment to rock her gently, wiping tears from her eyes when she calms down. "cookies make everything better, yknow. do you want a cookie?"

"mhm .. hold me, tho, pease"

the gang actually baked a lot of different cookies earlier that night bc half of them were craving something sweet, but everyone couldn't agree on just two different kinds: there's chocolate chip, sugar, oatmeal (not oatmeal raisin), butter ... so many different kinds (≡^∇^≡) max is given the option of three different cookies bc who is steve to deny her that? (his initial bargain was 2 cookies but max said please & he caved instantly)

then jonny toddles into the kitchen, ducky in arms & paci in his mouth, eyes kinda teary bc he woke up & maxie and teeb were gone :((

"hey, bud! it's alright, maxie just had a nightmare–"

"maxie hadda nigh'mare?!"

just like max is ready to throw hands w jonny's nightmares, he's ready to chuck his stuffie at her's! how dare a nightmare make his friend upset! thankfully when his paci tumbles out of his mouth in shock it's caught by the paci clip attached to his shirt so it doesn't fall to the floor. max is like "it's okay! i okay, now!" & points to the cookies on the stove. "i'm getting cookies!"

jonny still wants uppies, just to make sure his buddy's doing extra okay ... and he also wants cookies ksndksnd & steve definitely can't say no to his sweet little eyes!! so he gets his three choice cookies, too!!

they end up having milk with their cookies, mainly bc steve wanted to dunk his chocolate chip cookie in some & the littles were like "oooo ... milk too, pease?" max gets chocolate & jonny gets angel milk, n they're all rlly content

then eddie & robin come toddling in side by side, awakened by the smell of freshly heated cookies, and they are so SCANDALIZED to find the three of them munching on cookies & milk WITHOUT them! they literally GASP & that's what catches everyone else's attention

"eddie! they're eating cookies without uuuuss!"

"that's no faaaaair!!" ･ﾟ･( ｡>д<｡)･ﾟ･

eddie's pouting so hard his cheeks r puffed out & robin's genuinely abt to cry bc she loves cookies so much — they're one of her favorite sweets — & to know there are three people eating them without her is such a horrendous crime to her little brain!! and if robin starts crying, eddie's gonna start crying, & his cries are loud so that's gonna make jonny cry bc he doesn't like loud noises, & that's also gonna wake other people up, & steve doesn't want any of that in the middle of the night \(;≡ω≡)

"hey, hey, it's okay! you guys can have some cookies too, there's enough for everybody! max was just upset, then jonny woke up and i couldn't leave him out while he watched max get her cookies, so..."

he lets the two of them have their top three choices & fixes eddie his chocolate milk; robin doesn't want milk, but she does want ice cream, so she gets a half scoop in a small bowl, & all is well again!

... until robin pulls out the puppy dog eyes for more ice cream and eddie copies her bc now he wants some ice cream, then max whips out the puppy dog eyes just to help them out bc she's a little menace at heart

"nope, nope, nope! you guys already had three cookies, and robin, you had ice cream!"

"pleeeeeeease, steviiiiiie?"

"n-no more sweets for the night, nuh-uh!"

"preeeeetty pleeeeease?"

"no more– n-no more sweets, nope...! no, no, no ... j-jonny, help a buddy out, here!"

jonny just giggles while he sips at the rest of his milk. " 'nother cookie for ducky, pease?" (ducky does not, in fact, want a cookie, jonny rlly thinks the other three ganging up on steve while he tries SO hard to stand his ground to puppy dog eyes is funny)

"oh dear god, not ducky too!"

he ends up caving and gives them their ice cream jonny a refill of angel milk, & a few bread crumbs for ducky instead of a cookie, but he put up a good fight — he stood his ground for a good 45 seconds 😭 "okay, that's IT! no more!"

okay, maybe no more sweets ... but now they want popcorn to even it out 🤭 "alriiiight ... but if you tell lucas or nancy OR will OR uncle wayne, they're going to have my head-" ESPECIALLY nancy; she's been teaching him how to stand up to the puppy dog eyes for forEVER now & he's still caving omg ,, the day he finally stands up to them will be a day of celebration

they pinky swear their secrecy. steve will not lose his head tonight!!

and two hours past midnight, after letting them munch on popcorn & a little bit of juice, then flipping on some tv at a low volume, they conk out again, all in a tangled pile of limbs <3

#fun fact when i tried writing this i accidentally exited out of the app w/o saving 💀 #& i have nothing against oatmeal raisin cookies btw. theyre pretty good #🍓．berry n friends <3 #loserhotline friend <3 #stranger things agere #sfw agere #fandom agere #agere asks #agere concept

[harrywavycurly]

“so him picking a fight with Reader anytime he needed to see Party Girl is just his norm” that’s really really evil. Like I wish I could put into words how vile that is, but it’s just…incomprehensible. I think this is the first time I’ve legit felt like crying while reading this story. The way he premeditated ways to hurt her so he could get away to another girl. That he took on romantic dates. How can one person be so atrocious? I mean there’s narcissistic, and then there is just sociopathic. He must have really held Reader in such low regard. And that’s actually heartbreaking. No one should ever be treated that way. It’s incomprehensible, and taken way too lightly 💔. Like this is so serious. I’m not kidding: I need him to SUFFER. I want to hear Uncle Wayne telling him he’s ashamed to call him his nephew. Like I don’t know who the hell made you this way, but you’re no nephew of mine.

Hiii babes! Eddie is the worst kinda human in this series and I’m sorry it made you wanna cry, I don’t want to make anyone truly upset. But you’re right, he didn’t respect the Reader and exactly no one should be treated that way and that’s why the Reader is slowly standing her ground and not letting him get away with it and telling him to fuck off. Oh yes Wayne is gonna tell him exactly how he feels you’ll get to see that soon!!💖

Me giving you a hug to say sorry for making you wanna cry:

#heartbreak extras #my little dungeon master baby

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

saw a gif of eddie. smiled. but then realised i was smiling & that's put a lump in my throat. i miss hiiiiiiiiiiiim😭

#soon i'll have all the time for him i want #only for a week though & then i'll have to go back to how it is now #ie daydreaming always but rarely ever actually having the time to see eddie💔 #we'd never last would we? #i work too much and eddie is too free and we would have miscommunications and i'd frustrate him and his uncle #and if you piss off uncle wayne the way im sure my lack of selfcare would then you're out in eddie's books #no one angers uncle wayne and stays in eddie's life💔 #we'd be doomed from the start my love #OKAAAAAAAAY THAT'S ENOUGH HURTING YOUR OWN FEELINGS ERI #its 1130pm you've been up since 5am this morning that is ENOUGH #your insecurities always come out when tired #and you're always tired soooooo🙃🙃🙃🙃

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Uncle Wayne comforts you after a nightmare (e.m. x gn!reader, Y/N thinks of Uncle Wayne as their dad)

A/N: I had a night of nightmares, the first of which left me sweaty and shaking for about an hour before I felt brave enough to try sleeping again. And then I had another nightmare. And then I had to go to work. I was writing this in my head all day until I finally got to come home and type it up. I should be studying right now but I haven't written in WEEKS and it's slowly rotting me from the inside out, so here we go.

Dedicated this fic to @badgirlforeddiemunson because she left me a note from Uncle Wayne in my inbox which was exactly what I needed, it made me cry and I wanted to leave this little dedication as a thank you to her! 🙏❤️

A massive thank you as well to @fandomohana for helping me with Uncle Wayne's characterisation in this; this fic wouldn't be what it is without you!💗😍🙏

Aaaand a big big thank you to @ilovecupcakesandtea , who stopped me from deleting this fic because I felt like I'd forgotten how to write our beloved and bestest dad Uncle Wayne buuuut it turns out I was just being mean towards myself... There's a surprise😂💀thank you for reading this for me and validating my characterisation choices!💕💕💕

Tw; nightmare (not described so it can fit any nightmare you may have had), crying (reader), reader wakes up afraid, general anxiety (not wanting to wake a sleeping Munson and then feeling guilty for doing it accidentally despite best efforts not to), Uncle Wayne and Eddie are both absolute sweethearts, as aforementioned, Y/N sees Uncle Wayne as being like a parent to them & this is explicit in the narrative (totally not me showing my own feelings👀🥺), brief allusion to marrying Eddie one day throuhg Uncle Wayne's narration.

People who asked to be tagged in this: @pandawithprobs @arianatheangel-girl @ali-r3n @sagaonpandora @digital-charlie @tracymbcm @cherrycolas-things @simping-over-boys-with-trauma @stevesmunsons @esme-viridian @eddiemunsonsgf2 @browneyes8288 @allthefandomstogether @robinsbuckleys

Word count: 4, 197 (this took TWO MONTHS of grabbing ten minutes here and there every day where I could🥺🥺🥺)

(SEEING THEM SIDE BY SIDE LIKE THIS IS KILLING MEEEE ~ OMG PLEASEEEEE😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔💔💔)

You awake with a start, your heart pounding in your head, nerves ablaze, body trembling. Sweat drenches your body. You feel cold, sticky. Disgusting.

The remnants of your nightmare cling to you as surely as the twisted sheets beneath you, your body writhing uncontrollably in the face of your terror.

You lay there in the dark, trying desperately to reorient yourself.

You can see Eddie’s beautiful guitar, looking like she was made for another dimension, hanging up on the mirror. You can see Eddie’s handmade Corroded Coffin banner (and you know what the secret is; that Uncle Wayne had stencilled the logo on prior to Eddie painting his band’s name on the old bedsheet - Eddie had been so excited that his hands were shaking too badly for him to do it on his own), you can see the way Eddie’s blinds never close all the way, letting the moonlight spill into the room.

You turn your head, your breathing still erratic, that lump in your throat growing more pronounced as the seconds tick past, and you see the one person in the world who fills your lungs with oxygen, your heart with rainbows, and your soul with reminders of all your reasons why.

Eddie.

Eddie.

You want so very badly to wake up the sleeping man, but you feel guilty at even the thought of doing that. Why should you disturb his sleep just because you had a nightmare? It would have been more than fine if the shoe was on the other foot, you would have wanted Eddie to wake you up so that he didn’t have to calm himself down alone, but for you to wake him up in the same situation, even knowing as you do that Eddie would want to be woken up so he could comfort you? No way, you won’t do that to him.

In the end, this thought is what breaks you: you're suffering but you're not allowing yourself Eddie because you want him to rest.

A sob rips out of your throat and you quickly muffle it with a hand, not wanting to accidentally wake him up either, stumbling out of Eddie's bed. You make your way down the narrow hall to come into the living room, eyes darting around nervously, looking for something to ground you; something to make you finally and fully realise that you're awake, you're safe, it's over. And then your eyes land on something - someone - which makes all the bad stuff not seem so scary anymore.

You see dearest Uncle Wayne asleep on the pullout bed.

And then you cry harder.

On shaky legs do you come to stand beside the bed, looking down at the human sized lump underneath the worn duvet. You bend down at the waist and lightly shake Uncle Wayne. In reality, you don't even shake him, you just half-heartedly wiggle your hand back and forth across the soft expanse of duvet. It is too gentle a movement for Uncle Wayne to be able to feel it, especially through the duvet. You don't want to wake him up, not really, but you also don't want to be alone in your fear, you want someone to comfort you.

But you don't want to wake anyone up just because you had a nightmare. You are a person grown, you can handle a nightmare without waking someone, right?

Wrong.

You wince against the tiny voice in your head, and partially give yourself what you want by sitting down on the floor beside Uncle Wayne's bed, leaning your head against what you figure is his shoulder. Your tears fall easily, your bottom lip starting to become sore with how hard you are biting down on it to keep yourself from making a sound. You are surprised that even walking into the living room hasn't woken Uncle Wayne up; he's a heavy sleeper unless one of his kids need him, unless you or Eddie need him.

"Uncle Wayne," you whisper as quietly as possible, one of your hands creeping under the duvet as you search for one of his; you know how he lays, you know roughly where his hands are basing on how he's laying, and indeed do you find one of his hands. You curl your fingers loosely around his as slowly and as carefully as you can, trying so hard not to wake him up even though you're desperately looking for comfort. "I'm really sorry. I had a nightmare and I - I need you but I don't wanna wake you up because you'll get mad at me." At this thought do you cry harder still, and the secretly awake Uncle Wayne's heart bleeds at all of the pain in your voice, barely audible even in the stillness of the room. "That's why I'm out here, I didn't even wanna wake up our Eddie but you're both all I want right now... but I can't because I'm an adult and I shouldn't be crying here over a nightmare and you're - you don't need me waking you up and - "

The only reason Uncle Wayne can still make your words out is because he knows you, he knows you, but as tears drip sore with audible plinks on the duvet and as you bend over his hand, pressing your forehead against his palm, you're practically incoherent. Uncle Wayne decides that it is time to come clean and 'wake up'.

When you start to repeat yourself, it means that your cycle of anxiety is starting, and he wants to quell it immediately. One of his kids need him, so who the fuck cares that he's just worked a twelve hour shift?

One of his kids needs him.

The hand which is pressing against your forehead twitches as Uncle Wayne splays his fingers, the pads rubbing lightly against your hairline. You start, not expecting the 'sleepy' touch of a man who has actually been awake since the moment you woke up; you had almost screamed. He knows you well enough to know that you don't ever want to bother him, and that's why you haven't woken him up this night, so he had decided to feign sleep so that he could pretend to wake up on his own; hoping to alleviate the guilt if you had woken him up. Uncle Wayne doesn't know if you know about this, but that's a conversation for when you're calmer and he is more 'awake'.

Fingers slide further across your scalp and begin to lightly smooth over your hair, the rustling of bedsheets tells you that your Uncle Wayne is rolling over, bringing himself closer to you as he gives up the game.

"Hey now, sweetpea," Uncle Wayne's voice is deeper than usual with sleep but just as gruff, and it is at perfect odds with the sheer kindness you see in his eyes, all the little night lights and lamps around the trailer creating a warm ambience in an already warm and loving home. "What monsters you been tryna' fight, darlin'?"

All at once, you feel like a small child standing at the foot of your parents’ bed. Distantly, you realise that you are, and tears drip anew down your face, faster and harder than before. You woke him up you woke him up stupid stupid you woke him up - you inhale shakily and two words rip out of your throat like they are terrified they'll be swallowed if they don't jump off the tip of your tongue right now.

Uncle Wayne always manages to make you realise how not okay you are; you fool the world easily and sometimes even Eddie has to squint at you to decide for himself, but Uncle Wayne? No wool fits over his eyes, no matter how well it's knitted.

“Nightmare. Bad.”

The hand on your hair stills at the tremble in your voice and the way your bottom lip wobbles. You bite down on it hard to keep from making a sound, feeling awful about the fact that you have woken Uncle Wayne up. The pullout bed is small but Uncle Wayne shuffles back as far as he can and pats the slim vacant space.

"C'mon, in y'get."

At your blank expression, Uncle Wayne smiles with all the patience of the world. He has been through so much and he carries daily with him a great deal of anger due to how the world has treated him his whole damn life, not to mention what it's doing to his boy, and yet he's still so kind. You never fail to be able to draw strength from the inspiration he gives you. "You really think my boy hasn't crawled into bed with me after a nightmare? He might be twenty, but he's still my baby. You don't have to, darlin', but I know that look on your face. I seen it on my boy's so many times right before he crawls in." A pause, a wry smile as if he knows how to really convince you, then, "he did it just last week, last I can remember."

Uncle Wayne sees the second he manages to coax you into it, and it makes him smile. You're careful as you ease into his bed, not wanting to get in his way or be intrusive, but Uncle Wayne makes no fuss about it and simply lays there until you're comfortable. He lets you wrap an arm around him, he lets you nuzzle into that red and blue flannel you love so well, and then he holds you too, his grip tight, firm, his hands hot on your upper arm. He wonders where his baby is, but he knows that you haven't woken him up. The chainsaw snore coming from just down the hall gives you away and you and Uncle Wayne laugh quietly together. Somewhere in the back of your mind, your brain presses record on the sound, wanting to cherish it forevermore.

"Do you think if we ripped an actual chainsaw next to his window he'd sleep through it?"

Uncle Wayne chuckles, fondness saturating his voice, "Far as I know, he still can. Did it when he was fourteen; had to cut a tree back near his window. Was worried I'd wake him, but he slept right through." A smile soaked Uncle Wayne's next words in sunshine, "My boy's grown into himself but his nature ain't changed back from when he was a kid." My Eddie's forever, he thinks.

The humour, always in the serious if one tilts their head, fades away and you're once again left with the fact that Uncle Wayne has selflessly stepped up for someone yet again. You wonder who steps up for him when the time comes. Between you and Eddie, Uncle Wayne's chances are golden.

"You never answered my question, sweetpea," Uncle Wayne dropped a kiss to your forehead. It was more like the press of facial hair to your skin than anything else, but it warmed you from the inside out all the same. "What monsters you been tryna' fight'?" Despite the way he words it, you hear the underlying message immediately:

Talk to me.

You draw in a shuddering breath but Uncle Wayne, who is secretly more of a parental figure to you than either of your parents put together, doesn't try to soothe you beyond how he already is. He lets you cry, he lets you curl into him like he's your protection from the world (he is, even when everything is okay), he lets you take your time in telling him everything, and the entire time he has you wrapped in his arms, pressed tight into his chest. When the nightmare is relived and you're still crying, he addresses his main concern.

"You wanna go back to Eddie, darlin'?" You freeze, thinking that perhaps this is Uncle Wayne's gentle attempt to get rid of you, but he shakes his head when he feels you tense up. "Easy, sweetpea, I ain't meanin' it like that," He squeezes his arms around you and drops a proper kiss to your forehead. "But my boy is gonna' be missin' you. You know he wakes up at the drop of a hat if either of us ain't there with him."

"No," your bottom lip wobbles and more tears drip down your face. Uncle Wayne's calloused thumb wipes them away gently. "I mean... I want Eddie but... Don't wanna leave you." The last four words are quieter than the rest, broken, your bottom lip and chin trembling. You feel sick at the thought of having to pull away from Uncle Wayne, even though you really want Eddie too. But you want Uncle Wayne. "Please don't make me go, please. Don't wanna leave you." You hold onto Uncle Wayne even tighter, crying harder now than you have done ever since you jolted awake, and Uncle Wayne is quick to soothe you.

"Hey, now," Uncle Wayne hushed, hugging you somehow even more securely to him so that you can feel his heart, slow and steady, thumping deep within his chest. It's in the Munson Doctrine that if Uncle Wayne isn't worrying, then everything is okay. His heart is steady, he is okay, and so shall you be. You take an instinctive deep breath and melt. "I said nothin' about leavin'. But you need Eddie, sweetheart. C'mon, I'll go too."

You shake your head again, "N-no, I woke you up. You need sleep. M'okay." Your cheeks burn as Uncle Wayne gives you The Look™️, which always brings you and Eddie to a grinding halt. This is in the Munson Doctrine too; never tell Uncle Wayne that you're fine if you're not. He knows. He always knows.

"I'm coming with you, darlin'. I ain't sleepin' 'til I know you're okay. It ain't a discussion, Y/N."

He pats your shoulder gently and you very reluctantly untangle yourself from him, the urge to cry still very much with you even as your tears start to slow. Uncle Wayne sees your face begin to crumple, ready are you to cry anew, and he stands up with an exaggerated groan, making you giggle. Only a Munson could make you smile while you're crying. Already can you feel the remnants of the nightmare beginning to dissipate and you lean into Uncle Wayne's side as he slots your hands together, walking with you through the trailer into Eddie's bedroom.

Your home away from home.

Uncle Wayne raises a hand and raps on the door three times with the knuckle of his littlest finger and there's a sleepy groan from within which is so perfectly Eddie that it makes the two of you huff laughter. "Y'decent, boy?"

A louder, slightly more exaggerated groan has Uncle Wayne's shoulders shaking with laughter as he pushes the door open, stepping into Eddie's room and pulling you along behind him. You keep your hand tight in his, eyes roaming over the bed as you try to figure out if three adults could fit comfortably onto one bed.

You do not want to let go of Uncle Wayne.

You don't know why. You don't care why. You just want him to stay.

"E-Eddie?" Your voice is thick with all the tears you have shed thus far, and all the tears you have yet to let go of. He doesn't answer you right away and you whimper, which makes both Munsons freeze.

Eddie sits upright like he's on a spring, arms already reaching for you just as Uncle Wayne walks with you across the room, making a beeline for his son and the love of your life.

"Whoa whoa, hey,"

"Hush now, darlin',"

The Munsons simultaneously speak at a level volume to each other so it's a symphony of empathy and love and it triggers a third crying spell within you.

"Get up on the bed, sweetpea, that's it," Uncle Wayne guides you through glassy vision to sit beside Eddie on the bed. Eddie is brushing sleep out of his gorgeous chocolate brown eyes with one hand and he reaches for you with the other, trying to physically wake himself up and comfort you at the same time. "You got 'em, Eddie?"

"Always."

He speaks the word like a vow and it makes you smile.

The expression on your face dies as quickly as it is born, for Uncle Wayne slides his fingers out from between yours and pats your shoulder in a parting gesture. Panic seizes your heart and you grab at him, your fingers finding purchase in the sleeve of that flannel you love so much. "No!!!!" Yet again, the noise you make causes both Munsons to freeze. "No, please don't go! Please don't leave me, Uncle Wayne. Please stay, pl - " You're incoherent in your physical exhaustion and in the remnants of your fear, as well as your physical need for Uncle Wayne.

You're wrapped up in Eddie's arms, his lips at your hairline and his hands rubbing up and down wherever he can reach but even here, you are still shaking like a leaf, one hand holding Eddie in a death grip and the other still holding onto Uncle Wayne's sleeve. When he doesn't move away, your fingers spider down to grip onto his fingers, locking your hands together like you did before. Uncle Wayne blinks hard - a gesture Eddie recognises as his trying not to cry - and something slides into place for the younger Munson.

All at once, around his horrified curiosity about what you had been dreaming about to render you into a shaking crying wreck, Eddie knows exactly what you need to get you feeling safe and secure.

"Dad." His voice is quiet, more serious than you've heard him in a long time, "Can't you stay, just for tonight?"

The thought of this makes you smile even as a few more tears slip down your cheeks, and tender blues and chocolate browns zero in on the expression.

"Is that - "

"Did you just - "

" - a smile?"

The Munson men almost speak over each other in exaggerated tones of surprise and it makes you giggle, a wet yet very welcome sound. In turn, this makes Eddie smile, and seeing both of his kids at once expressing happiness? Why, how can Uncle Wayne deny either of you anything, even when he's tired as all hell from his twelve hour shift and interrupted night of sleep? There are many things lacking in the Munson household but the one thing they have always had in abundance is love. And if what you both want right now is for him to stay with you, then who is he to say no? The fact that something as simple as his presence is enough to chase your fears away warms Uncle Wayne's heart right to its centre, and he feels deep within him that you're gonna be an official Munson one day. You're honourary for now, but he knows what's coming, and he's so excited.

"I think it is, son, clear as day after all them tears," Uncle Wayne carefully pulls his hand away from you as Eddie scoots across the bed towards the side closest to the window. "I ain't gonna say no to that."

You push up closer to Eddie as Uncle Wayne sits down and then eases himself down onto the mattress, getting comfortable. You have a playfully wriggly Munson either side of you and you know they're playing up to make you feel better, to keep you smiling, but you also see now where Eddie gets his dramatics from. All of Eddie really has come from Uncle Wayne, hasn't it?

Eddie wraps his arms around you, pulling you tight into him, and Uncle Wayne remains where he is on the side of the bed closest to the door; he doesn't move much in his sleep, his body used to the slim pull-out bed he's been sleeping on since he legally adoped Eddie well over a decade ago.

"Aren't you gonna come closer to us, dad?"

"How close is closer?" Uncle Wayne tilts his head at Eddie, who only grins and looks at you, effectively putting you on the spot as they allow you to decide what kind of cuddle you want.

You pause and listen to yourself, your eyes closing as you try to get that little voice in the back of your head to tell you what you want. One word drifts across the front of your mind and it jumps off the tip of your tongue, as if it's afraid it will be swallowed if it doesn't voice itself now.

"Sandwich." A pause and then, "wait, no. Toastie." Your words are strange but you are understood; hold me so tight that if you are bread and I am cheese, I will melt between you.

Uncle Wayne smiles and scoots closer to you and to Eddie, wrapping an arm around you. His hand rests on Eddie's wrist as the two of them surround you. "Come on, then, butter up."

His chuckle punctuates Eddie's drawn out groan; only a good pun is met with that kind of reaction. "Of all the puns available, you go with butter? Really?"

Uncle Wayne shrugs, a mischievous glint in his eyes. It makes him look younger and you melt; the Munsons have both had such difficult lives, and where Uncle Wayne is full of anger, he is only ever kind... life lessons he has imparted onto Eddie, whom makes his dad proud every single day. You had told Eddie once that he was living up to the Munson name, and before that flash of indignation and confusion turned into hurt, you had listed all the ways you see Uncle Wayne in him, and Eddie had lit up like a Christmas tree. It is one of your most treasured memories.

You take advantage of the rare moment offered to you by the world after such an awful nightmare and cuddle into Uncle Wayne, pressing your face into that red and blue flannel you love so well. He hums and presses his lips to your forehead, not exactly giving you a kiss but the sentiment is the same. Eddie rolls so that he is cuddled into your back, his nose pressed into the nape of your neck. Uncle Wayne's hand spiders across Eddie's wrist more firmly, grasping his boy to him, and Eddie tilts that same hand palm up so that he can hold his Uncle's wrist, too. The Munsons feel each other's heartbeats pounding firmly underneath skin and it soothes the both of them more than anything else in the world ever will.

You smile into the articial darkness afforded to you by Uncle Wayne's chest. "Ask your dad when I'm asleep, Eddie. Don't wanna relive a third time."

"Wh - how did - I didn't even say anything, sweetheart." Eddie's voice was bemused and you grin, somehow managing to cuddle into Uncle Wayne and pull backwards into Eddie at the same time.

"Didn't have to - I can hear you thinking over there."

"Wondered what that burning smell was," Uncle Wayne playfully wrinkles his nose and the three of you share quiet laughter, marvelling at the power of being able to laugh even when one of you is coming down from an experience of visceral terror.

You burrow down once more, nosing into Uncle Wayne's flannel to get as close to him as you physically can, and Eddie follows you across the minute space left between you so that you become the cheese toastie you have mentioned wanting to become this night and, truthfully, every night. The two people you love most of all surround you now, keep you safe from harm even and especially from your own mind, and you fall asleep to the persistent but gentle vibration of Uncle Wayne's voice through his chest as he begins to tell Eddie all about your nightmare, four arms tightly around you. The scruff of Uncle Wayne's facial hair tickles the top of your head and you feel Eddie pressed tightly against your neck, his heart pounding there. You feel Uncle Wayne's slower and steadier one against your front and you emit a sleepy sound which gives both Munsons pause, one look of fondness and one look of nothing but love on their faces as they look down at you.

Uncle Wayne finishes relaying your nightmare to Eddie and the younger Munson winces with a muttered, "jesus christ" as he presses a kiss to the top of your head, "no wonder they couldn't calm down."

"Sure as hell seems like they found peace now, son," Uncle Wayne's tone is gruff, his words, tender heart and eyes kind, "how about we join 'em?"

Eddie nods and squeezes Uncle Wayne's hand; this is not the first night the two Munsons have fallen asleep holding hands and it sure as shit won't be the last. Oceanic blues and chocolate browns blink tiredly at one another and then close as all three Munsons find comfort, safety, security and love with one another.

Just as it's meant to be; the three Munsons against the rest of the world.

POSTING THIS LINE OF TEXT BECAUSE TUMBLR KEEPS EATING ENDINGS???

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A character study of Wayne Munson💕

I didn't wanna interrupt my flow so it's all under the cut. GIFs are laced throughout as references and illustrations. Includes interview quotes, mentions of Eddie x reader, canonical events (I've never seen episode nine but That Scene is mentioned right at the end💔).

I gained quite some interest when I mentioned writing down my thoughts about Wayne a few days ago so I hope this satisfies.

The first thing that comes to mind is how kind he is, even though Joel describes him to be angry at the world for how it's treated him and Eddie.

In one interview, Joel states that Wayne doesn't come from Hawkins. He has a Southern accent, which suggests he's travelled, he's been around, drifting from place to place, and he's suffered a lifetime of drudgery and hardship. He's struggled profoundly, and yet he's so kind.

I really empathise with that and I admire and respect Wayne so much for it. It's not at all easy to have venom on your tongue, to want to cut someone with a verbal blade, and what comes out is well intentioned but spoken sharply. It's harder than it seems, being kind, and Wayne is obviously gruff. Look at how dismissive he is of Nancy, assuming she's just after a good story, but after she makes the effort to sit down and angle her body towards him so he knows she's listening, he slowly opens up and tells her about Victor Creel. She gave him the time of day, she persisted and crumbled down a little of his wall, and he gave her what he was comfortable sharing. They were strangers.

So now imagine what he'd do for someone he knew. Look at what he did for Eddie. Look at how Eddie spoke of his uncle. With pride, even if briefly, when Chrissy asked him about his living situation. If I know anything at all, it's that the Munsons love hard.

Wayne will listen to you. About anything and for as long as you need and/or want him to. He'll sit there smoking beside you, legs up on the bench near his trailer, elbows to his knees and slightly hunched forward, closed off from the world. It's a defense mechanism, it's protection, it's self-preservation engrained in him from a lifetime of hardship. He's only early forties according to his wiki page, but he's so tired.

He won't interrupt. He may ask questions here or there or make noises to let you know he's listening, but he won't interrupt you or try to derail your thought train. If you cry, he's handing you a hanky he pulled from somewhere. It's well used and loved, and it looks like there used to be daises embroidered on one of the corners. You wonder at the history of the material even as you wipe your eyes with it. He waves a hand dismissively when you thank him for the gesture, nods at you to keep talking. Don't stop 'til you got it out, kid. Is what you imagine he says. He's not a man of many words so his actions are what you need to pay attention to.

And when you're done talking, when that weight is off your chest but that lump is still in your throat, Wayne will tell you about something he's been through or about something he saw Eddie go through in the past, something which he sees similarities of your experience in, and if you listen closely, you'll hear advice. Wisdom. He'll tell you things he would have wanted to hear in that situation or things he did tell Eddie when he went through it, and the words will make you cry. It'll be what you didn't know you needed to hear until he sat there saying it, looking at you. You can and will spend hours sat at that bench with him, talking about everything and nothing and all of the fascinating spaces in between.

You can shuffle closer to him, if you want. He knows all the signs of wanting a hug and after over a decade of raising Eddie alone, Wayne knows well what it looks like when someone is too shy or anxious or upset to ask for affection. So he goes off your body language and offers it up freely. Saves you the emotional toll of asking. If you're close to Eddie, and I mean close, Wayne may even sling an arm over your shoulder in a very loose hug. Shuffle closer still and he'll smile and give you a proper embrace by tucking you into his side.

Sometimes Eddie comes looking for you and Wayne. Sometimes he lets you both have your time together. Sometimes he joins you. Sometimes he doesn't. Eddie feeds off the vibes as much as Wayne does, though Wayne is definitely more closed off and a bit rougher around the edges than Eddie. Time got to Wayne; Eddie hasn't yet been broken down. If Wayne gets his way, Eddie will forever be who he is, unencumbered by trauma like his uncle. He's had his share, it's true, but Wayne will always always do his best to protect Eddie.

(I imagine this is how Eddie sits opposite you and Wayne when he decides to join you.💕)

Wayne is gruff on the exterior but he's so kind and he's good and he's selfless. He gave Eddie the only bedroom in the trailer and sleeps on a pull out bed. In his own home. He gave Eddie a home, a place to stay, he gave Eddie support emotionally and defended him time and time again from people in Hawkins, from Eddie himself, from his past, from his abusive parents. Wayne saw what Eddie went through as a kid with his parents, Joel stated, and made it his mission to protect his nephew.

Actually, no. Eddie isn't his nephew.

I'm just gonna say what we all know to be true: Eddie is Wayne's boy. His son.

Wayne loved and cared for and protected Eddie in every possible way and I have so much respect for the way Wayne found Chrissy in his trailer and instantly knew that a) "this wasn't Eddie" and b) "you ever hear of Victor Creel?" - Wayne's been around, he knows the ways of life, and he used them as best as he could with Eddie.

On the note of Chrissy, the trauma and shock and fear Wayne must have experienced to come back from a night shift and find her in his trailer, a girl he had never seen before, and Eddie gone, and yet Wayne carried on looking for him, defending his boy from a distance, and going to work and doing his best with what he had, just like Eddie always does, while dealing with a situation of this magnitude all by himself. And then he ends up homeless, kicked out of the only place where there are traces of Eddie, because some government officials find a suspicious crack in his ceiling, and it just gets worse and worse for Wayne but he keeps going and still believes in Eddie, still looks for him, he doesn't. give. up.

And I admire that tenacity, that strength, that sheer force of will, so very much. He's angry but he's kind, he's hurt but he's teaching someone he loves how to be better than the people who hurt the both of them, he's doing his best with what little he has and out of it comes this beautiful sweet, kind, gentle, loving man, Eddie. Wayne is so proud of his son, and for good reason! Just look at him.

Wayne must have really done a number on getting Eddie to unlearn all the shit he picked up from his parents and re-learning healthier, better ways. Eddie turned out beautifully given the circumstances. Wayne did amazingly in helping Eddie to break the cycle of abuse and he was rightfully so, so proud of him. I keep saying this specifically because I can't say it enough. The Munsons love each other so, so hard, and it's heart-warming and beautiful and a real light.

I've never seen episode nine so I can't comment too much on anything between Wayne and Eddie in it, but what I do know from what little I can stomach, is that Wayne would have spent the rest of his life feeling guilty for the way he couldn't protect Eddie when he most needed protecting. Wayne would have carried that guitar pick with him everywhere, nestled close to his heart where his boy is, and he never would have forgiven himself for how the Munsons' final week was spent separated; the youngest scared, lost, alone, terrified, hungry and cold and in desperate need of a shower, and then alone and in more pain than his body could handle. The eldest, fearing for the younger, scared and worried and stressed and anxious and grouchy and fed up and pissed off with the town, and just wanting his boy back in his arms where he belonged.

What happened to both Eddie and Wayne is absolutely horrifying. It's terrible. They both deserved so, so much better. My closing statement here is that I agree that Hawkins is cursed, but I don't think the Upside Down has much to do with it. Look first to the people and what they did to the Munsons - you'll know what I mean.

Bottom line, he's the bestest uncle (read: dad) to the most metal nephew (read: son), 10/10, amazing, we love Wayne very much!!!

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Do I have the energy to shower after work but before I study? No. Am I using "the quicker you shower, the more time you have to study?" Thoughts? Yes. Am I starting to stress myself? Yes. Do I care? Not really lmao ask @ilovecupcakesandtea , she knows E V E R Y T H I N G and is as sceptical as me 😩

I want Eddie and Uncle Wayne please and thank you I'm so exhausted 😭😭😭 four different people approached me at work today to tell me I look so tired, I'm half dead 😩💔 (shout out to the coworker who said this while bringing me coffee!!! She gets me😭)

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Teeny tiny blurb of the munson family where Eddie is stressed about a big test coming up cause he’s trying to pass, and then he passes with an A, and comes home all excited, Wayne gives him a Munson HugTM and hangs the graded paper on the fridge 🫶

THANK YOU FOR THE MUNSON FAMILY PROMPT😭😭😭I've been thinking of the two of them aaaaaaaall day and my heart is aching. This is so perfect & I hope you enjoy it!!!💗💗💗

TW; Eddie baby speaks meanly to himself (the same way I do when I'm studying lmaooooo this is a fic in which I am Eddie and Eddie is me💔), Eddie also pulls his own hair in frustration (I don't do this) & bangs his head on his desk for the same reasons (I do this lmao) Uncle Wayne is a sweetheart, there's probably swearing, some canonical implied angst (Eddie's academic performance), mostly fluff! Uncle Wayne also knows Steve, Nancy, Dustin, etc., and refers to them all as 'his kids' (but Eddie is his boy and no one else has that title).

NOT AN X READER FIC! THIS IS UNCLE WAYNE AND EDDIE!!!

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Uncle Wayne came home from the plant to find Eddie hunched over the kitchen counter, the lone stool jiggling with every bounce of Eddie's knee.

He stood there, stopped and stared, at his nephew. It wasn't unusual for Eddie to be this focused on a, what was it his boy called it? A campaign? Yeah, that sounded about right. A campaign. But seeing him focused on school work? That was definitely out of the ordinary and he couldn't help but to stop and to stare. Pride, confusion, rose and fell in his chest, but above all, he felt love for his dangerous looking boy (he was a marshmallow, really, not a mean bone in his body). There were papers and folders strewn everywhere. Even if Uncle Wayne already knew that the folders weren't Eddie's, the bright colours of the covers would have given it away, as would the name Nancy Wheeler emblazoned across the spine. It only made what Eddie was doing look all the more unusual; Uncle Wayne never would have paired lavender with black, but Eddie owned it just as he did everything else which came his way, for worse or the worst.

There was another thick textbook crowding Eddie's space, with Harrington, S written along the spine. A similar word spacing to Nancy's but they had different handwriting sizes. Nancy's was small, neat and perfectly aligned, whereas Steve's looked like a spider had been dipped in ink and then ran across the page. Steve wrote neatly when he wanted to - Uncle Wayne had seen it last month in Dustin's birthday card - but clearly, this time, he hadn't wanted to. Uncle Wayne didn't know much about Steve's home life, which said more than Steve himself ever could; sometimes, silence was someone's loudest scream. Uncle Wayne had also noted several months ago that Steve wrote in his friends' cards neatly but scrawled carelessly his own name, and he felt something bitter brewing in his chest. He knew what that meant. He knew.

If people didn't stop fucking around with his kids, Uncle Wayne was really gonna lose his shit. He barely held onto it on his good days.

Surrounded by his friends' academic materials, very kindly lent to a desperate super senior, was Eddie, his slender fingers burrowed deep in his dark curls as he muttered dates and names to himself. His ink stained fingers continued to scrawl furiously, his hands almost blurry with how fast he was taking notes.

Uncle Wayne almost said, 'who lit a fire under your ass, boy?' but he didn't want to disturb The Zone. Eddie followed his thought trains everywhere, it was why his D&D campaigns were always so much fun and so successful with the rest of the Hellfire Club, but one slight distraction would completely derail his journey and never again would he be able to board the same train. As such, when Eddie focused just like this, Uncle Wayne kept well out of the way out of respect.

Instead, Uncle Wayne simply moved through the trailer as if Eddie wasn't there, fixing himself some dinner, having a shower, getting the pull out bed ready, all the while ignoring the stressed out boy camped out at the kitchen counter. He was prepared to sleep in the same room as Eddie, too, content to let his boy work. He would sleep when he was tired, he would wake up when he wasn't. He would do his own thing and Uncle Wayne would let him, being silently supportive all the while.

Or, that was the plan until Eddie's mutterings grew just a little louder. At the same time, he threw his pen down and banged his head on the desk lightly. "This is so stupid, stupid! I'm never gonna fucking - " Eddie's hands threaded into his hair and he pulled harshly, letting his head come up from the table before he slammed it down again, this time harder than last time.

Uncle Wayne had had enough.

In seconds, he was up and out of his chair, and he strode across the trailer to get to his boy. One palm slid clumsily between Eddie's reddened forehead and the table. "Hey, hey! You be careful, son. There's precious cargo in there, y'hear?" The first two sentences were harsh, unabiding. The question was soft, comforting. Knowing. Uncle Wayne used his grip on Eddie's forehead to push his head up off the table surface, and then, with his hand still cradling Eddie's forehead, as if his touch could soothe the cruelty of the wood (self-inflicted such as it was), he ducked to Eddie's side so that tearful chocolate brown and tender blue could meet.

"I just wanna pass, dad," Eddie mumbled, leaning forward into Uncle Wayne's touch, his eyes closing as the sheer level of stress he was under fully hit him. "But I'm pretty fuckin' far from it... I was so close to making '86 my year." Eddie exhaled roughly and shook his head, his dark curls lightly brushing the top of his shoulders. "Guess I'm just gonna have to be the family disappointment for the third year in a row."

Uncle Wayne sighed. It wasn't unkind, more... world weary. He had heard all of this before, seen Eddie try time and time and time again, and he wanted his boy to pass finally. He wanted to see Eddie thrive, blossom into himself more and more, just as he had been taught by the elder Munson. "I know you, Eddie, and I know you're doin' better than you think.” He thought on how best to help him, to motivate Eddie into maintaining his pace, and caught sight of the subject he was studying: history. And all of a sudden, Uncle Wayne knew exactly what to say. His mind moved so quickly that there was barely a pause between one sentence and the next, fast thinkers were the Munsons, “And believe you me, if you treat this like one'a those campaigns, you'll do just fine."

Eddie froze for just a second, those chocolate eyes pouring into his Uncle’s, and then it was like someone had turned the gas up under his arse, because Eddie sat up straighter, gripped his pen the same way he cuddled his pillows at night - tight - and began scrawling again, practically ignoring his Uncle. There was no verbal thank you but Uncle Wayne wasn’t offended; he knew his boy. His hand squeezed Eddie’s shoulder and as his boy pressed back into the touch, he heard the thank you Eddie was too busy to speak.

You’re welcome, kid was what the second tighter squeeze of Uncle Wayne’s hand said, and just like that, the moment had passed, and the seed of hope he had planted within Eddie’s mind began to grow.

It didn’t take long for that seed to become a flower, and, oh, how it flourished under Uncle Wayne’s careful, constant guidance.

Three days later, Eddie crashed through the door to the trailer, all chains and dark clothing and hair flying about his face and shoulders like dark lightning. He was emitting high pitched shrieks, woops and hollers, his teeth gritted in excitement as he ran up to Uncle Wayne and shook a thick sheath of paper in his face.

Eddie hadn’t even shut the trailer door, kicked off his shoes or shrugged his backpack off.

He only had eyes for his dad.

“Whoa, whoa,” Uncle Wayne didn’t step back, didn’t tell Eddie to be quiet, didn’t try to tell him to behave in a more ‘acceptable’ way, he just took his son as he found him. He loved Eddie, so much. “What’s got you so excited?”

Eddie shook the paper emphatically at his Uncle again, no longer forming words, just practically vibrating where he stood in his excitement.

Uncle Wayne smiled at Eddie, he smiled, as he took the sheath of paper from him. It was terribly unusual for Eddie to come home from school like this (unless he had just come back from Hellfire, but it was Wednesday today so that wasn’t the cause of his boy’s happiness). Normally, Eddie came home from school wound up tight, or shaking, or sullen and upset. But this was pure unadulterated pride and joy.

He cast his eyes down the page, a smile as wide as Eddie’s spreading on his face as he read every single comment the teacher had written, all the ticks and the comment such as ‘nice detail’, and he kept flipping through the paper until he reached the very end of Eddie’s concluding paragraph, and saw the bright red ‘A’ scrawled underneath Eddie’s small but thorough reference list.

Eddie’s excitement had dulled somewhat during the few minutes Uncle Wayne had been reading through his paper, and he gnawed anxiously on his bottom lip as he waited for something, anything, from the elder Munson. He wasn’t kept waiting long, and he wasn’t disappointed, either, because Uncle Wayne slowly, carefully, put the paper down on the kitchen counter, gave Eddie a weighted glance which told Eddie that he needed a moment to find his words, and then swept him up in his arms without hesitation. The hug would speak for the two of them. There was a hand in Eddie’s dark curls, and then it was on his shoulder, and then it was in his hair again, fingers scratching at the scalp, smoothing down the curls, and there was an arm around his waist, and then a hand rubbing up and down his back and then there was the scratch of facial hair against his temple as Uncle Wayne dropped a kiss to the crown of Eddie’s head.

The first kiss was what broke Eddie.

With a wet giggle, Eddie sagged into the hug and Uncle Wayne shifted his weight to accommodate his nephew and held him even tighter. “M’so proud of you, son. Knew you could do it. Never doubted for a second. The world’ll tell you that you can’t, believe you me, but I know you can. If no one else, Eddie, you always got me in your corner.” He kissed the top of Eddie’s head again and this time, Eddie let himself cry and he let himself be held, and he even let himself hold his dad as tightly as he wanted to.

“Thanks, dad. Couldn't do it without you."

Yeah, you could. I see you do it every day. Uncle Wayne pressed yet another kiss against the top of Eddie’s head before he leaned down and burrowed his face in Eddie’s dark curls. They stood there for so long that neither of them were sure exactly how long they’d been hugging for, but who cared? When, at last, Eddie pulled away with a suspicious swipe across his cheeks (Uncle Wayne said nothing about the wet patch on the blue shirt underneath his flannel), Uncle Wayne grabbed the paper and immediately used a magnet to attach it to the fridge. It would be eye level with Eddie whenever he went in there for a beer or leftover pizza.

It would be there to remind him that he could do it, every moment of every day, just as Uncle Wayne would be.

#eddie munson x reader #wayne munson #eddie and wayne munson #the munson family #stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie my beloved #i will always love you eddie munson #eddie munson

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Hey Eri! I don't know if you know this but I consider you the fandom Wayne Munson expert. Your head-canons are my canon at this point. I'm currently writing that missing story I was talking about for my OC series and I'm just wondering what your opinion is on Wayne's go to term of endearment for Eddie's partner? I had Sweetheart, then I changed it to Darling. Now I'm questioning that. Do you have any thoughts? Would it change depending on how long he's know them or if he likes them or not?

I know you're always super busy so feel free to leave this until you really do have time to answer or ignore it, that's fine too. 💖

Heeeeeey Kel!!!😍🫂

How're you??? I feel like it's been forever since we spoke😭💔

ME??? THE WAYNE MUNSON EXPERT???? NOOOOO OMG PLEASE THAT'S SUCH HIGH PRAISE HASDFGHJKL THE MAN IS AN ENIGMA!!!! (Said with love & admiration!!!)😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭I could talk about him for hours hhhhhh I've been obsessing over this ask since you sent it in and I hope there's some good nuggets in here for you!!!💗

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Hmmm, I see Wayne's nicknames as being always sweet, but they get progressively more and more affectionate as your relationship with Eddie deepens & therefore he knows you a lot longer, you know?

So, to start with, it's the classic darlin', slips off the tongue easy. Doesn't really think about what he's calling you. It's either that or your name, but that always makes Eddie wince because being full named in the Munson Household = Trouble™️, & not the fun kind.

Then, as weeks turn to months & you and Eddie are casual in your affections with each other now, it's sweetpea or sweetheart - sweetpea is casual usage, sweetheart is when he's being soft with you or you need some comforting. Once you & Eddie are serious with each other (as in been together a year or more; that's when Uncle Wayne fully accepts that you & his boy are forever, and he couldn't be happier about it), he won't use your name unless it really IS Trouble™️; you'll only ever be a sweetpea, a sweetheart, a sweetie if it's late and he's tired as all hell and can't be bothered to talk but still wants to greet you as he shuffles in through the door of the trailer at sparrow's fart o'clock.

His tone changes, too - darlin' is his normal tone of voice, then as he knows you more, it's a bit soft, like when he's talking about his boy, his Eddie, and then when you and Eddie are at your forever stage, Uncle Wayne is looking at you like he looks at those posters of Eddie; with familial fondness and a touch of longing, too, because Uncle Wayne can never ever ever get close enough to his loved ones. They're a rarity so he cherishes each one for all that they are.

Being loved by a Munson is a gift, but being loved by both of them???? That must be a heavenly experience... *wistful sigh*.

#wayne munson #wayne munson headcanons #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #wayne and eddie munson #the munsons

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Feel very inadequate and not loved tonight. Work is shite and despite exhausting myself every shift, my work senior wants to have a chat with me tomorrow about some stuff, family problems are ongoing, uni is starting in October and I just…. The world is so big and I am so small.💔

I just wanna curl up and cry into Eddie and have Uncle Wayne there too. I feel like I’m losing my mind and idk what to do or where to turn. I just want the Munsons to make me enough for everyone else so maybe one day there’s some Eri left for Eri…

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

I say it all the time but I… I really do miss Eddie Munson, so much. I miss his voice and the way his tone tilts upwards when he’s confused or isn’t sure how to take something. I miss his chocolate button eyes and the way he’s almost always right on the edge of tears because he’s so emotional and he’s expressive, he’s tired and he’s hungry and he’s stressed and he’s SCARED and I miss the way he just takes a deep breath, dips his chin and handles it anyway. I miss his bouncy curls and that smile which takes over his whole face and makes me think of sunshine every time I see it. I miss the screeches of his van as he throws it into park, I miss the way he swings his way through doorways before his curls bounce as he turns to shut the door, I miss the way he sticks his tongue out when he’s concentrating, I miss the way he apologises to Stevie when he gets sassed for being too rough with the boat when Robin is trying to get in it, I miss the way he looks at his Sweetheart in his bedroom and then in the Upside Down bedroom. I miss the cadence of his voice and the way his Dungeon Master persona always always cheers me up and makes me giggle. I miss the way he jumps up on tables in the cafeteria and speaks things everyone is thinking but no one dares to say. I miss the way he goes out of his way to make Chrissy feel comfortable once he realises she’s genuinely terrified of something and he just wants to comfort her just because he can. I miss the way the Hellfire and Corroded Coffin boys all laugh with Eddie when he’s messing around and the way they all defend him when the time comes for it. I miss the way his denim jacket has been made by and repaired by himself so many times and the way all his patches, accessories and clothes all perfectly reflect who Eddie is. I miss the way he loves Uncle Wayne and Dustin. I miss the way he loves his friends and his family and his kindness, his selflessness, his creativity and passion and musical and emotional intelligences. I miss Eddie for EDDIE so much that writing this has me wanting to cry. He’s just… Eddie is just so BEAUTIFUL inside and out in so many ways and I miss him a lot.💔

#eddie munson

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

I’m writing Eddie a letter under the cut. All my thoughts, raw and open. This is fine to reblog, comment on etc., I don’t mind. I discuss stress, depression, anxiety, medication for the aforementioned, self-shipping with Eddie. Just a creative vent exercise, really.

I just really need to talk to Eddie right now.💔

Hey, Eddie.

Long time no speak, huh? I know, I know. I’ve been busy, I guess. Well, no, I have been busy, but I’ve been downplaying my own emotions to myself for this whole time because hiding is much easier when there’s still so much left to do. I can’t help feeling that I don’t have time even to write this to you, curled up as I am in bed watching horror films before I go to sleep, and I feel like I should be studying. I feel like… if I’m not constantly studying to complete this final assignment of the year, then I’m letting you and everyone else down. But more than that, if I’m not always doing something between uni and work, then I’m only proving my most familiar thoughts right. That all I am is just… wasted potential. And I’ll never amount to ‘anything’ anyway, so why bother trying? But.. I won’t ever know if I’ll make it to becoming a neuropsychologist if I don’t try.

That’s what scares me though, trying… or, trying to try.

It feels like… all I ever do is try to try, but I never feel like I’ve tried hard enough. I could always study more, I could always work more shifts, I could always do this thing or that thing… I never feel like I’ve done enough, no matter how hard I try. And, Eddie, my sweet angel baby, I am exhausted trying to live up to my own expectations. If I can’t even meet my own expectations, then how could I ever be enough for someone else? How could I ever be enough for you, or your beloved Uncle Wayne?

I’m really, really tired, Eddie.

Sleep won’t touch this tired, it’s in my bones, it’s in the way it takes well over an hour to get out of bed most mornings (not including my Eddie hour every morning, that’s the one thing I won’t let myself take away from me, nor my night hour with you. That’s mine, too), it’s in the way I choose work or studying over myself and then get mad at myself for it later. It’s in the way I don’t even really have the energy to write this letter because these thoughts are so familiar to me that it feels like writing this letter to you is pointless - you’re reading this for the first time, but for me, these thoughts have echoed in my head for years. So what’s the point in writing this letter? But that’s why I’m doing it - to me, these thoughts are almost friends despite how much they hurt me, but to you, this might be new to you, so maybe you can learn about me a little more, if you wanted to. I know I shut you out a lot of the time, I tell you and your Uncle that I’m fine when I’m not.

But that’s also because I’m scared, Eddie. I go through life absolutely terrified, of everything and everyone, all the time always, even on the medication I was given a few weeks ago for my newly diagnosed anxiety and depression, and if I tell you even half of what goes through my head on a daily basis, then that means it matters, and if it matters…. Then, Eddie, it’s gonna hurt. And if I fully let myself feel how much it hurts, then… I’m not sure I’d be able to coax myself out of bed at all. So I hide it from others as best as I can, and I hide it from myself, too. I acknowledge to myself when I’m hurting and I let myself feel those emotions as they come, I never hide from my feelings, necessarily, but I also don’t let myself feel the full extent of them. If I do, I’ll stop dead in my tracks and I’m not sure I’d have it in me to take another step. So I keep stepping. I keep trying.

Most importantly, I keep you near me, Eddie.

You make me cry when I’m trying my best not to because there isn’t any time to do so. You make me smile and laugh when it feels like I’d forgotten how to. You make me remember the person I want to be… I never found you in high school, sweet angel baby, so I’ve been working on becoming someone you would be proud of. If I can’t find you for myself, then I’ll become someone like you for other people, to the best of my ability.

So… as I write this, I imagine that you’re curled up beside me on the bed watching this horror film with me. I’m wearing my Munson Motivation Outfit and your head is on my shoulder, your dark curls spilling into my braids, your head a comforting and familiar weight on my shoulder. Your hand splayed across my thigh… you’re totally nuzzled into me, and I into you. We’re making comments to each other as we watch but otherwise, we’re more interested in soaking up time with each other as much as possible. I so rarely get more than an hour at a time with you. I have to fight myself for that time, and I never don’t feel guilty for it. I would love to say all of this to your face, but this is the best I have.

As I write this, the last assignment of the year is due next week and I’m… scared. Eddie, I’m scared. And I don’t have time to be. The more I get scared, the more I freeze up, and the more I freeze up, the less time I have to do the actual assignment. This one is 40% of this year’s grade with no retakes, no second tries, no extension. It’s stone fucking cold and I’ve frozen up before I even get started. I have a week until it’s due, so there’s still time for me. My body is reflecting my chronic stress… I’ve got my littlest toe sick with paronychia, which is taking a while to clear. You and Uncle Wayne have been so good at reminding me to take my medication once a day and my antibiotics multiple times a day. I really appreciate you stroking my throat every time to help the tablet go down…no matter how many I take, I can never swallow immediately because I’m scared to choke. I’m out of work until my toe heals and that means more assignment time but I’m also on my period so I’m sore everywhere and I’m adjusting to new meds so I can’t focus well and I don’t think they’re working and god, Eddie… I’m trying so hard to deal with everything happening all at once but I’m tired, I’m tired and I don’t know what to do and I know I’m right at the finish line, I do, but I wish I was already there so I could rest. But I’m not, so I can’t. But all the bodily stuff and the new meds and the most important assignment of the year all happening at once…. I want to throw a tantrum in your name, Eddie. Just once… please? I’ll make it a tantrum worthy of you, I promise.

Only I can get me there so I’ll have to find a bit more fight in me yet… if only because I know you would want me to. So would our most beloved and bestest dad, Uncle Wayne. I can never say no to the Munsons. I just wish I wasn’t so scared all the time, Eddie. And I wish you were here so I could hold your hand, look into your chocolate buttons and see you looking back… you’re so beautiful. I wish I was as brave as you, Eddie, I really do. Maybe things would be easier if I was a little more like you. I love you so much. And I miss you. Everything in me tells me you’d never be proud, only disappointed, but no one could ever be more disappointed in me than me. So it’s okay if you are, Eddie, I get it. I’m disappointed in me, too.

With all my love, you silly, brave man,

Eri.

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Woke up with Ozzy's "I just want you" in my head and I've been reading Eddie fics and I just 😭😭😭😭

I miss Eddie and Uncle Wayne 💔💔💔💔