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A Week With the Munsons

Based on my post:

Wayne gets the flu, followed very shortly by Eddie. Steve has been coming over to keep them company until he gets sick too.

Word Count: 1.6k | Canon - set in 1986

Eddie would be the first person to tell you that Wayne Munson is always on his feet working on something or helping someone. Eddie will ALSO be the first one to worry should there come a day that Wayne isn’t up and about, covered in oil or dirt.

The 21 year old shut off the kitchen sink with his forearm, tossing the towel over the shoulder of his Hellfire shirt as he carried in a plate of toast, black coffee, and some Asprin with both hands.

“How you feeling, old man?”

He phrased the question as a casual tease, but deep down, he was really worried.

“I’ll tell ya Ed,” he coughed chestily, “I haven’t had a flu this bad since 1963.”

Eddie frowned, setting the food down on the side table.

He’d noticed his uncle seemed more tired than usual since the beginning of the week - chalked it up to long hours and not enough sleep. But now Wayne was laid up on the pullout and had called out of work for the second day in a row after having been sent home early two days ago.

“That’s no good. I’m sorry.”

Wayne coughed again, “What’s no good is you spending all your time looking after me. I can take care of myself.”

There was no heat behind the words, if anything, it was sympathy.

“I know you can.” Eddie started, “But I’m here to take care of you so you’re stuck with me!”

He faked an evil laugh, and retreated to the small table by the phone. His DND binder was out and he was planning for the next campaign.

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A few hours had passed and Wayne was snoring on the pullout. The campaign was sort of coming together, but after awhile, Eddie’s brain got foggy and it was hard to think of new ways to advance the plot.

There was a light knock at the door. Someone who wanted to let their presence known but also didn’t want to disturb. Steve. He’s been coming over the past day or two to keep Eddie company and help with the campaign brainstorming.

Eddie stood up, having to pause for a moment to stabilize himself. He answered the door while rubbing at his eyes.

“Hey- are you okay?” Steve asked, voice hushed.

“Yeah, just… got up too fast.” Eddie groaned, sniffling. “Come in.”

The younger man followed his partner inside the trailer, taking note of Wayne sleeping in the living room. “Came by to see if you needed help with your campaign.”

Eddie waved a hand dismissively in the air. “Started working on it but wasn’t feeling it right now. Thanks for coming.” He smiled, kissing Steve on the lips.

The pair made their way to the metalhead’s room where Steve perched on the edge of Eddie’s bed.

“So how’s Wayne?”

“Ehh, he hasn’t gotten any worse but it’s super weird to see him down for this long.” Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, “I mean you know him. He’s usually so…? Active n shit.. hhh H’xCHT! G’tSCH! N’xxT!”

Eddie rocked forward with each stifle, trying not to wake his uncle in the next room.

“Bless you!” Steve exclaimed.

“Ngh. Thanks.” The older man sniffled wetly against the back of his hand, a barely noticeable shiver rattling through his body. “S’cold.”

Eddie opened his small closet and grabbed a black hoodie, pulling it over his head. The newly developed tickle in his nose was not going away.

He grabbed the collar of the sweatshirt with both hands and ducked down inside, trying to muffle the sound. “Ptssch! M’ptCHh! … h’kTSCHiew!”

When he looked back up, Steve was now standing in front of him, looking concerned.

Steve gently reached a hand up, resting it on his boyfriends forehead behind the bangs. “You don’t sound too hot, Eds, are you catching this flu?”

Eddie sniffled helplessly into the sleeve of his jacket, “N’do.”

Steve cocked his head and raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Yes??” Eddie asked, looking at Steve for the verdict.

Feeling the warmth radiating off of his partner, Steve nodded, frowning.

“Fuck. I thought I was just tired.” Eddie scrubbed at his face.

“Let’s go take a nap then babe.” Steve’s voice was so soft and tempting.

“That’s so boring for you though. You can go home, I’d understand.”

“And leave you and Wayne here sick? No chance. I’ll just put something on the tv with the volume real low.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

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Steve is relaxing on the couch with the living room tv on a super low volume. His arm is around Eddie, who has curled into the smallest ball on Steve’s lap with a blanket over him and a box of tissues tucked under his arm.

It’s probably about 4pm when Wayne blinks himself awake, groaning slightly as he props himself up on the pullout.

“Hey Mr.Munson.” Steve waves from the couch.

“You can call me Wayne, kiddo. What’re you watching?”

Steve grins, “Ferris Bueller. Wanna join?”

“Sure.”

Wayne sits all the way up and sips at his glass of water from the table when he really notices Eddie. His nephew’s lips are slightly parted, a familiar congested snore escaping them. He takes note of the tissue box under his arm and the fever flush dusted across his cheeks.

“Aw crap.” He sighs, feeling guilty. “Eddie too?”

Steve nods, “He went down pretty quick. How are you feeling?”

The eldest Munson shrugs, “Been better. Been worse. I feel like I should get him to bed.”

Wayne nods towards Eddie, uncle instincts kicking in. “I’m sure he’s like a personal heater over there.”

Steve chuckles and nods. His boyfriend is absolutely throwing off heat waves right now.

The brunette rubs his partner’s arm and leans down to speak softly. “Hey buddy, let’s get you into your own bed, hmm?”

Eddie shifted slightly, letting out a small groan that turned into a cough.

“Come on son, if you go lay down I’ll make you some jello water.” Wayne stood up and was now hovering over his nephew, trying to encourage some movement.

Eddie opened his eyes, only half there, slowly getting up with the blanket still draped around him. Steve guided him down the short hallway to the bedroom where he flopped onto the bed and resumed his curled position.

“I’ll be back in a second.” Steve said softly before joining Wayne at the stovetop where he was boiling some water.

“When Eddie was little,” Wayne started as he stirred the water, “I’d make him jello water when he got sick. S’basically just jello that ain’t solid yet. Tastes like candy but keeps him hydrated. Told him it would make him feel better and I think he still believes it.”

Steve smiled as Wayne coughed into his shoulder before adding the jello pack and some cold water.

“So that’s the trick then, huh?” Steve laughed. “My parents used to just stick me in a cold shower and then send me out to school.”

The man tried to hide the sadness behind his eyes. “Well next time you’re sick I’ll make you some jello water too. And you can try some now as well!”

He spooned a little into two plastic cups that had probably been there since Eddie was a child.

Steve grabbed two to head into Eddie’s room, “Thanks Wayne.”

The man nodded, retreating back to the pullout. When Steve got to the bedroom, Eddie was sat up blowing his nose.

“H’etCHuhew!! snrkk” he tossed the practically soaked tissue to the side and grabbed a fresh one. “This is awful. Is that m’by jello water?”

“Yeah,” Steve handed a cup over and Eddie downed it, lying back down.

Steve drank his too and crawled under the covers, where Eddie immediately wrapped himself around Steve. He looked up at the younger man, “I love you. Thanks for staying with m’be even though we’re all gross.”

“Lucky for you, you’re still adorable.”

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Wayne awoke the next morning to the sound of some clamoring in the kitchen and some coughing.

He peeked over at the clock - 9:47am. Despite it being late in the morning, the trailer was dark and quiet - the sure fire way to tell that the Munsons were sick.

“Alright there Ed?” Wayne sat up, ready to go take care of whatever his nephew was doing. Upon looking though, he realized it wasn’t Eddie. “Steve?”

The 20 year old looked up, he was pale with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Hair sticking up in every direction. He coughed again into his elbow.

“I’m sorry, I was getting some water. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He was clearly flustered.

“You okay bud? You seem out of it.” Wayne approached slowly.

“Yeah I’m fine. Umm I actually think I’m sick, I was gonna head home…”

“No no no,” now it was Steve’s turn to have his forehead felt, “You’re in no condition to drive. You’ll stay with us and I’ll take care of you boys. I’m feeling a little better today.”

“But…”

“No buts. You’re one of us. Get back in bed and I’ll make you both some jello water.”

#s/tranger t/hings #e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #w/ayne m/unson is the best #t/he m/unsons #snzblr #sickfic #kb writes #steddiesnz #snz kink

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Five hundred years ago I promised a fic with Eddie, Wayne and Steve in a cute lil family dynamic and I have decided that I’m gonna work on it super soon because I really miss them 😌

#s/tranger t/hings #e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #t/he m/unson a #w/ayne m/unson is the best #kb writes

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would love to see something with wayne and eddie, maybe wayne being really worried about eddie having a particularly bad allergy attack?

Ahhh yes I love this so much! Have a little snippet of Eddie doing some spring yard work while Wayne works on the car. - Canon adjacent.

Pls note that I also headcanon that when Eddie’s having an allergic fit, his sneezes get higher pitched and more desperate. That is all.

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Mid-May meant one thing for Eddie: cleaning. Cleaning out the fridge, cleaning up the trailer, pulling weeds out front, and sometimes tending to the flowers on the front porch. The flowers were something his mom used to do, and it made him feel more connected to her when he could.

The Munson household took spring cleaning VERY seriously, and spring had definitely sprung, alright. The pollen count was through the roof and Eddie was sniffling helplessly as he hardened.

On this particularly warm day, the metalhead had his hair up in a bun, was wearing black ripped bermuda shorts, and had traded his usual hellfire tee for a black Metallica tee with the sleeves cut off.

He was on his hands and knees, pulling out an atrocious amount of weeds while Wayne cleaned and worked on the cars around the side.

A familiar tickle made his nose twitch before he tilted his head down slightly, pitching forward towards the dirt.

“N’Gtch! H’etSCH! ii’TCHIEW!”

He sniffled wetly, pressing the back of his gloved hand to his nose. He’d been sneezing pretty much nonstop for the better part of 15 minutes since coming outside after finishing the indoor chores.

The 20 year old grabbed another handful of weeds and tossed them into the bag next to him before sitting up, perched like a gargoyle close to the ground.

His sinuses were buzzing in the most annoying way, breath catching in his throat.

“Hih.. HEH!!”

When no relief came, he groaned and pulled the sweat rag from his back pocket, wrapping it around his nose and blowing generously. He barely had time to grimace at the dampness of the rag before the itch came back with a vengeance.

“H’xxtCH! Eh’tchUHEW! ii’ktCHiyue!!”

He squeezed his eyes shut, allergic tears streaming down both cheeks. His breath scissored violently again as he leaned to the side into cupped, gloved hands.

“N’GtchUH! T’szEW! T’sschew! … heh’isshIYUE!!!!”

A firm hand landed on his shoulder before he looked up with red rimmed and watery eyes.

“You’re done, kid. I appreciate the work, but you’re gonna keel over with allergies like that. Go inside. Shower off and take your meds.”

Eddie looked down at the mess on his gardening gloves and then looked back up at Wayne, nodding.

“Okay. I’m sorry.” He stood up and entered the trailer.

Wayne could hear every desperate sneeze and sniffle down the hall until the shower turned on. What that kid needed was a nice cold shower, some antihistamines and a box of tissues.

The older man figured he probably had another fifteen minutes to work on the car before he’d go inside and make sure his nephew had the latter two items. Until then, the Munson spring cleaning would continue.

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I'd love if you wrote anything with Eddie and Wayne! pulls at my heart strings every time 😔❤️

It is your lucky day!

I have a super soft, super cute LONG FIC I’m working on that is 100% Eddie and Wayne family content. 👀

That’s a little teaser for now but feel free to ask if y’all want hints. Maybe I’ll drop a little something something while It’s in progress. ❤️

#COMING SOON #this is one of idk…SEVENTEEN DRAFTS #you’re gonna get SO MUCH content once I’m settled in the apartment #w/ayne m/unson is the best #the munsons #s/tranger t/hings #e/ddie m/unson #snzblr #snz kink #kb writes #kb au’s #ask box

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Rewatching ST4 with my brother gf who has NEVER seen it. Her reactions are great.

In the mood for platonic Stobin prompts or Wayne/Eddie family prompts if anyone has any ❤️

#send me prompts? #s/tranger t/hings #e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #r/obin b/uckley #w/ayne m/unson is the best

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Home Remedy

@sicktember Day 9 - Home Remedy

Fandom: Stranger Things

Summary: Continuation of my Day 1 Fic; Eddie is sick and Uncle Wayne is taking care of him with some of his good old fashioned Munson Home Remedies™️

Word Count: 1.4k

CW: None

The pullout bed in the living room creaked as Wayne turned over. A glance at his watch told him it was just barely 8 am, but Eddie had been coughing in his room for the last five minutes or so.

Poor kid had managed to pick up the flu that was making its way through Hawkins, and being someone who didn’t get sick that often, it had knocked him on his ass. Wayne swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stretched his back before making his way to the kitchen.

Though it wasn’t a fully stocked kitchen, he was certain he had what he needed. He grabbed a bowl and mixed together some flour, mustard powder, and water until it made a thick paste. He had some old fabric squares in the cupboard that he used mainly for clean up after working on cars, but he decided to use them for a different purpose today.

He spread the paste on the fabric squares and brought them into Eddie’s room on a plate. The young man was sat up in his bed, hacking into the crook of his elbow. He was still wearing the Iron Maiden hoodie from the night before.

“Hey son, this is gonna help some with that congestion in your chest. I need you to take your shirt off okay?”

“Okay.” Eddie mumbled, pulling off the sweatshirt and the tee underneath, between coughs. “What is that?”

Wayne adjusted Eddie’s pillows so that he could lay back but still be Propped up. “It’s a mustard plaster. This is what my Ma used to do for me back in the day.”

He gently applied the fabric strips to his nephew’s chest, Eddie tensing slightly at the coldness of the plaster.

The effect of the mustard spice was almost instantaneous. Eddie’s nose twitched and he rubbed a knuckle under it. “Can you pahhh- pass me a thehh tissue?”

“Hep’tchEW! NGT’chUH! snnFF T’SSCHEW!”

Wayne passed Eddie the box of tissues from his bedside table, chuckling, “It can have that effect sometimes. We’ll leave this on for about 10-15 minutes and then we’ll take it off.”

Eddie nodded, already winding up for his next fit. “NG’chiew! H’tchiEW! T’SSchEW!”

Wayne let himself out and ran inventory on their kitchen cabinets, making a mental list of some things he’d need to pick up after this. The only thing breaking the silence was Eddie sneezing every minute or two like clockwork.

When the time was up, Wayne went back into his nephew’s room to remove the plaster. It had definitely done its job, Eddie had a handful of tissues pressed firmly against his streaming nose.

“Why don’t you take a shower to rinse all that off, Ed.” Wayne suggested.

Eddie stood up, just wearing his pajama bottoms. He grabbed his shirt off the bed and made his way to the bathroom.

The young man turned on the hot water and let it spray on his face and body, a mix of the mustard plaster and hot water loosening the congestion in his chest as well.

While Eddie was showering, Wayne took it upon himself to make breakfast. Nothing fancy - just eggs and toast. He was setting the plates down on the table when Eddie emerged from the bathroom, back in his pajamas and toweling off his hair.

“Perfect timing.” Wayne gestured to the plates as Eddie joined him at the table.

After a couple of minutes of quiet eating, Wayne broke the silence, “You gonna be okay for an hour or two while I go to the store?”

Eddie nodded, pushing the eggs around his plate with a fork. “I’ll be okay. Think m’gonna go back to bed.”

“Rest’ll be good for ya.” He stood up, taking his plate and hovering over Eddie’s. “Not hungry?”

Eddie looked up and frowned, “Not really… sorry.”

“You don’t gotta apologize for being sick Eddie.” He placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and cleared his plate.

Eddie got up and lay on the couch, one arm draped over his eyes. He was vaguely aware of a thin blanket being draped over him. In the background, he could hear Wayne tying up his boots and heading out the door. He slipped in and out of sleep for about 30 minutes before there was a knock at the door.

At first he thought he was dreaming, but the knock sounded again. Eddie groaned slightly and stood up, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders as he padded to the door. He opened it cautiously only to be met with Robin smiling awkwardly, Nancy behind her.

“Hi Eddie.” Robin smiled cautiously as he opened the door all the way.

“Hi Robin. Nancy.”

“Hey Eddie. Robin said you’re sick. How are you feeling?” Nancy asked.

“I’m uh… I’ve been better I guess.” He turned to the side to cough into the blanket and then turned back to the girls. He looked Robin up and down. “Why are you wearing that?”

He smiled slightly at the image. Robin was in jeans and a nice blouse, looking more than uncomfortable in it. Nancy also was dressed up a little more than normal.

“Nancy took me on a date to this fancy-”

“Coffee shop.” Eddie and Robin said at the same time. “I remember now.”

“Do you? You seemed pretty out of it yesterday.”

“Yeah uh, bits and pieces but I remember.” There was a pause before Eddie realized, “Sorry! I would invite you in but um, I don’t wanna get you sick…”

“No it’s okay!” Nancy chimed in, holding up a paper cup with a lid. “We actually just wanted to bring you some tea! We’re on our way home anyways.”

Nancy passed the cup to Robin who held it out for Eddie. He smiled and took it, holding it with both hands. “Thanks! Can’t wait to try it.”

“Well we’ll let you rest, we just wanted to drop the tea off.” The girls turned on their heels and headed back towards the car, “Feel better Eddie!”

He smiled and waved, closing the door. Blanket cape trailing behind him, he sipped the tea and resumed his place on the couch, face down hugging a pillow. He was still like that when Wayne arrived back home, several grocery bags in tow.

Eddie was sound asleep on the couch so Wayne moved closer and placed the back of his fingers to his forehead. He frowned slightly at the heat still radiating off his nephew. He unpacked what he bought at the store and started quietly making a concoction in the kitchen.

After brewing some echinacea tea, he added a plethora of other ingredients. Eventually, Eddie stirred from his sleep and sat up, blinking himself awake.

“H’tchiEW! TsssiEWW!”

“Bless you! How you feeling kid? You still feel warm.” Wayne had grabbed the thermometer from the bathroom and brought it to the sofa, holding it out for Eddie.

He snuffled, placing it in his mouth and resting his head against the cushions, coughing with his mouth closed. While they waited, Wayne brought over the glass of his concoction and set it on the coffee table.

He took the thermometer from Eddie, who was rubbing at his eyes, staring at the cup. “What’s that?”

“That is Wayne Munson’s cure-all tea. Turmeric, ginger, apple cider vinegar, garlic, lemon, honey, and echinacea. Also got enough cayenne pepper to open up your sinuses. It’ll have you feeling better in no time.”

Eddie scrunched his nose and coughed productively. “It sounds gross.”

“So do you,” Wayne quipped back, “And you still got that fever, so drink up.”

He handed Eddie the glass. The young man bringing it up to his lips, but turning away with his eyes closed right before. He went back in and took an actual sip this time, grimacing and sticking his tongue out.

Eddie coughed again, “Oh m’by god, this is awful.”

“Can’t be worse than bein’ sick, that’s for sure. I’m gonna make you this twice a day till you’re feeling better n’ I expect you to drink it, hmm?”

Eddie was too tired and felt too sick to protest, “Yes U’cle Wayne.” He took another sip, the older man laughing at the face he pulled as he swallowed.

“Let’s get you back in bed okay?” He helped Eddie stand up and walked him back to his bedroom where he all but collapsed onto the bed. Wayne set the cure-all tea on his nightstand, “Finish this and you can have a popsicle alright?”

“Mmhmm” Eddie mumbled into the mattress.

“Get some rest. Let me know if you need anything. Love you, kid.”

The reply was mumbled through mattress and sheets but Wayne could hear it clear enough, “Love you too Uncle Wayne.”

#sicktember 2022 #s/tranger t/hings #e/ddie m/unson #w/ayne m/unson #sick!eddie #caring!wayne #Wayne munson is the best #sickfic #kb writes #snzblr

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Really in the mood for Eddie to be sick as fuck - like worse than normal.

Wayne can kinda handle it at first but then he just can’t get Eddie’s fever down. So he calls in the only reinforcements he knows.

Joyce Fuckin Byers 🔥😎🔥 and she’s got two kids she’s prob done this a hundred times. But Eddie’s not used to it and so he’s just. Big uncomfortable the whole time until he finally starts feeling better.

Anyways that’s been in my head rent free. File it away under things I wanna write

#imma write this maybe #s/tranger t/hings #e/ddie m/unson #snzblr #w/ayne munson is the best #j/oyce b/yers #kb writes

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Wayne taking care of a sick Steve and Eddie?? Like this man took off work to take care of these two, despite them saying he definitely doesn’t need to. Making them really nice comfort food and supplying all the necessary cold items. Imagine if he buys mint cough drops not knowing Steve’s allergic? He’s so desperate for relief for his sore throat that he didn’t actually read the package and just pops like 2 in at once. His sore throat? Raw after that sneezing fit. Wayne feels bad but Steve isn’t mad over it

We love domestic Wayne content in this household, guys.

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“H’AESSSSSH! ISSSSH! …. Ow.”

Steve brought a hand up to rub at his throat and leaned back in Eddie’s bed.

“Bless you.” The man laying next to him said, “want some of my tea?”

He held out the mug he was holding, offering it to his partner.

The two of them had come back early from an attempted camping trip three days ago. Eddie had gotten sick first, but there was no doubt Steve had picked up the worst of it off Eddie.

The older man had spent the first few days sneezing, before the cold ultimately settled in his chest, leaving him with an unrelenting wet cough. Wayne insisted it was the fault of the Munson smoking habit.

Steve started feeling sick yesterday, his throat raw and sore, and his head full of cold. They’d decided it was better for them to hole up in the Munson trailer while they waited it out.

He looked over at Eddie who was offering him some of his lemon and honey tea. He accepted gratefully and took a slow sip before handing the mug back.

“Thanks.”

Eddie turned away from Steve to cough into his elbow. “S’the least I can do since I have you my cold.”

Steve shrugged as he felt his nose twitch, “Fuhhhck HEH’KSSSHh! ISSH! TSCCHH!”

“Bless.. H’eiKSHh’IEW! snFF Bless you.”

“Back at ya.” Steve sighed and leaned his head against Eddie’s shoulder.

“You boys sound like an orchestra of illness.” Wayne entered the room, wiping his hands on a dish towel from the kitchen, “What can I get ya from the store?”

“Don’t you have work?” Eddie asked, his voice thick with congestion.

“Took the night off to look after you guys.”

“Oh, no you don’t have to-” Steve started, feeling guilty that the man would take time off just to take care of them.

“Really uncle Wayne, we’ll be okay.”

“What did I teach you about asking for help, Edward Munson?”

“That it’s not a weakness and-” he paused to cough wetly, “accept it if it’s offered to you.”

Steve smiled to himself, getting an inside look into how his partner was raised.

“Smart boy. Now I’ll ask again, what can I get you boys from the store?”

“Maybe some throat lozenges?” Steve asked hesitantly.

“More cough medicine probably.” Eddie added.

Steve looked thoughtful, “Would soup be okay?”

“Absolutely, Steve.” Wayne was a very comforting man. “I’ll be back in an hour.”

The man turned to leave Eddie’s room.

“H’ekTSCHiew!! And m’bore tissues please!” The metalhead called after him, wrist held to his nose to ebb the flow.

Steve handed the older man a few tissues as he blew his nose thickly. The younger had a near overflowing trash can of tissues beside him, while Eddie just added to the ever-growing pile on his side of the bed.

Wayne returned a good 45 minutes later with all the necessary supplies. Steve tore open the bag of lozenges and immediately popped two in his mouth, thankful for the long awaited relief.

“Thanks Mr.Munson.”

Eddie was fiddling with the plastic on his cough syrup bottle when Steve felt his nose start to tingle.

“AH’KSSH!! Heh’KTCHew! snf snff TisssshEW! IsshIEW!”

“Christ Stevie.”

“iKTchew! Fuck.”

The brunettes nostrils still flaring, Eddie grabbed the bag of lozenges and examined it.

“Shit Steve, spit them out. They’ve got menthol in them.”

“Oh HAESSSH! ISSSH!” Steve spit out the lozenges into his tissues and grabbed a handful of fresh ones.

“Is he okay?” Wayne looked on in horror, not quite sure what was happening here.

“Steve’s allergic to menthol. Just kind of sets him off I guess.”

“Aw crap, I’m so sorry Steve. I’ll get some different ones.”

“N’do N’do, it’s okay really!” Steve insisted. “It really clears the sinduses!”

“If you say so…” Wayne looked skeptical, “I’m going to make you boys that soup, okay?”

“Okay! Thanks Wayne!” Eddie said, before turning and laughing at Steve. “Clears the sinuses??”

Steve elbowed him in the side.

“Leave mbe alone. This cold is your fault anyways.”

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YES EDDIE AND WAYNE CONTENT PLS PLS PLS

YES THANK YOU! Stay tuned for Sicktember Day 9 👀😈

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