#eddie sleeps in most mornings and Steve and Wayne make breakfast

[catharusustulatus]

Steddie Drabble, sequel to this post.

TW: child abuse.

Steve doesn’t have much. Eddie had made them a list of things to grab before they’d headed over to the Harrington house, a list of clothes, toiletries, basics and such, with “shampoo” underlined and “bowling pin” circled. They’d borrowed an extra duffel from Marianne across the way, since they didn’t know if trash bags would be enough, and thank god they had, kid sure had a polo collection. But moving it all out of that place - nice car parked yet nobody home, they found, blood still on the carpet - and seeing it stacked up next to Eddie’s exploding menagerie were two different things. And it just seemed to Wayne, well, when Steve was up for it, maybe they’d go to the thrifty mart together.

Steve is quiet, on account of the pain he felt moving his face and the shyness he had shrunken into, having been quickly and sharply beaten and disowned and then thrust into a new life, a new space. Wayne knew it was different, going from a frequent guest who got to put on the charm to a hurting ball of need. To feel like a burden. He saw the same thing happen to Eddie, when he was a child; he changed from an energetic ragamuffin who’d visit Wayne once every couple months to a sad, angry teen who he had to figure out how to live with. But it had worked out. And seeing how gently Eddie cleans Steve’s bruised face, how he changes his whole schedule to take care of Steve, how he cuts fruit for Steve, hearing Eddie whisper Steve to sleep, he thinks it will work out again.

Wayne learns a lot about Steve over the next couple of weeks. He learns how good a cook Steve is, how good he is at making scrambled eggs, tuna melts. How his hair is a source of pride but also seems to show off how he’s doing, like it’s connected to his mood. Some days it’s sky-high and some days it’s flat until Eddie starts whistling up the walk. Wayne loves watching Steve’s hair puff up, his smile grow, and Eddie seems to do the trick. Wayne learns just about every shirt he has is striped, that he can’t hear that well on his left side, that he likes his toast burnt to a crisp.

One morning, a couple weeks after Steve becomes his second duckling, they’re both up early in the kitchen waiting for Eddie to rise. Steve is making bacon and pork sausage, shuffling the meat around and shuffling himself around, like he’s scared to say something. Finally Wayne says “what is it, son?” And Steve starts to cry, one slow beautiful tear down each cheek. He’s been looking better, lately, seeming brighter, but he’s still been holding his breath. It’s time to exhale.

“Thank you. For saving me,” Steve moves the pan to the back burner, meat cooked, looking away. Wayne turns the stove off, and folds Steve into his arms, chuckling. Steve smells like Eddie. Steve smells like Wayne’s tobacco.

“Ain’t no thing about it, boy,” Wayne whispers to Steve, trembling and clutching the spatula. “You’re safe. You’re family.” And he pulls away before he goes softer himself, coughs, turns the stove back on for Steve’s eggs. A small little smile creeps up on Steve’s lips, still shy but an agreement nonetheless. He’s home, making breakfast for those that love him. And later, they’ll go thrifting, get Steve a thicker winter coat, more kitchen tools, some striped pajamas.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #wayne munson #Wayne and Steve are my fave #eddie sleeps in most mornings and Steve and Wayne make breakfast #steve and wayne talk basketball and baseball and football and the best way to prepare a salmon #they go thrifting and start adding mugs to the collection #they buy Eddie a new amp for Christmas #Steve’s jaw still pops sometimes and he’ll get quiet if noises are too loud and he’s terrified of disappointing them #but he’s getting better #stranger things #steve harrington angst

[steddieas-shegoes]

Mama Munson cannot cook.

She cannot bake.

She can barely make a grilled cheese without burning it.

But Wayne can cook.

He can bake.

He makes grilled cheese with tomatoes and garlic butter.

Eddie is raised with Wayne’s superior cooking and baking skills, and until he’s a teenager and goes to other friend’s houses, thinks that the “men of the family” are responsible for cooking and baking.

Wayne’s gotten aprons, and cooking utensils, and baking pans for Christmas and his birthday as long as Eddie’s lived with him.

Up until he’s too old according to his friends, he helps him in the kitchen.

Mama Munson watches the shift, but her and Wayne agree not to push.

They watch his diet do what most teenage boy diets do: turn to cereal and sandwiches at all hours of the day and night, some pizza sprinkled in when money allows.

Wayne still cooks, but his shifts turn into overtime hours, and then doubles, and he spends most of his time at home sleeping.

Eddie doesn’t seem to care, or at least not visibly.

His lunchbox is never stuffed with any food anyway, his mama isn’t dumb enough to not notice what he’s doing after school two or three days a week.

And then she almost loses him because the town turns upside down, almost literally, and everyone shuns them even more than they already did.

Not Steve Harrington, though.

He shows up every day after his volunteer shift with a grocery bag or two of fresh produce and jars and boxes and gets busy cooking. Nothing is ever that lavish, but there’s always a pop of flavors coming through even in the most simple dish.

She pretends she doesn’t see the way Eddie’s eyes widen after the first bite of whatever dish Steve’s made, reminiscent of when Wayne used to be able to cook for them almost every night. She pretends not to see the way Steve watches, waits for Eddie to show he likes it, relaxing into his chair and taking his own bite only after Eddie takes a second one.

She looks at Wayne, who’s pretending the same thing, but not hiding it well behind a knowing smirk.

Eddie starts spending more time in the kitchen with Steve, helping cut up vegetables and stirring as they talk, like he did with Wayne when he was younger.

Wayne goes back to work, but Steve always has a lunch packed for him with the leftovers so he doesn’t feel completely left out, blushes when Wayne hugs him on his way out the door. Eddie watches with a fond smile, and Mama Munson doesn’t say anything even though she should.

She’s seen what happens to boys who like straight boys firsthand, can’t be completely certain Steve’s a safe bet yet, even with the looks he throws and the care he gives. She thinks maybe he’s just a nice kid who loves his people.

But she wakes up one morning to whispering in the kitchen, and she knows Wayne isn’t home yet from his shift, so it has to be Eddie and someone else.

She sneaks out of her bedroom to see Eddie sitting on the counter, sweatpants on without a shirt, and Steve standing between his legs, cupping his face in his hands.

She’s certain that Steve left last night after she went to bed, she heard the front door open and close. But she looks closer and sees Steve’s wearing one of Eddie’s band shirts and the Christmas flannel pants Eddie got last year in his stocking.

So Steve didn’t leave, maybe wouldn’t leave ever if she was reading their faces right.

She decided not to interrupt them, sneaking back into her room and getting ready for work.

There’d be plenty of time for her to question Eddie about it, about Steve, about his feelings and if he was happy.

When she did finally go out to the kitchen, Steve was frying bacon and flipping an omelet in a pan while Eddie was sipping on a cup of coffee.

She kissed the top of Eddie’s head, then pulled Steve down to her level so she could kiss the top of his.

“Guess it’s about time we try your breakfast since you’ve been spoilin’ us with dinner for so long.”

Steve and Eddie’s matching red faces told her everything she needed to know.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #wayne munson #mama Munson #headcanon #cooking for people is a love language and I will die on that hill

[headkiss]

hi!!! fall request for steve or eddie! maybe the classic giving reader their jacket when it gets a bit chilly at night <3

hiii!!! this might be a little different than what you had in mind but i hope u like it anyways <3 | 0.6k, a fluffy domestic morning with eddie!

Since moving into your own trailer together, you and Eddie have gotten to know each other better than ever before, if that was even possible.

Exact routines, whether you shower in the morning or at night, the first thing you do when you wake up, what you change into when you get home from work. Every little thing is shared and sure, he leaves his socks lying around on the floor, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

It’s why Eddie knows exactly where to find you when he wakes up to your side of the bed being empty.

Most mornings, when neither of you are working, you’ll stay in bed until someone’s stomach growls enough to get you up, cuddling and talking, your fingers tracing his tattoos, his hands warm on your skin.

Or, you’ll be restless and get up before him, making breakfast and leaving out extra for him to warm up, reading on the porch, reorganizing his music, or taking a walk around the trailer park.

Eddie blinks his eyes open and pats your side of the bed, reaching for your warmth, but he’s met with empty sheets and a pillow with the indent of where you’d slept. Sitting up with a groan and a stretch of his arms, Eddie peeks around the room for clues of what you’re up to this morning.

He’d rather be with you than guess, though, so he gets up quickly, tugging on a pair of sweats and a hoodie, his hair sure to be a mess.

The kitchen smells like coffee, a pot sitting half empty. As he pours himself a mug, he spots you through the window.

You’re sitting on the small porch of the trailer, a coffee mug resting on the arm of your chair, hair tossed up in a clip.

Eddie smiles at the sight of you there, at peace, in your home that’s also his. He grabs his leather jacket from where it’s slung over the back of a kitchen chair and steps outside.

“Morning, sweetheart,” he says, voice still scratchy from sleep.

“Hi, sleepyhead.”

Fall mornings are crisp, the sun bright but not warm enough to cover the coolness of the wind, fresh smell of leaves and the colors more vibrant after having just woken up.

Eddie sets his mug down on the empty chair, walking over to you, bending down to press a kiss to your hair and tossing his jacket over your shoulders.

“You’re gonna catch a cold one of these days,” he tells you, making sure his jacket rests on you comfortably. When he sits down, he tugs your chair closer to his, his hand finding yours beneath the fabric of his coat.

“You’d take care of me, though.” You tangle your fingers with his, already feeling warmer than before. Really, you’d warmed up the second he stepped outside. “Wouldn’t you?”

“‘Course I would, but then you’d get me sick, and you’d take care of me, and it’d be the worst cycle ever. Snotty tissues and shit.”

“Eddie!”

“Just saying! Wear a coat, stop the cycle, babe.”

You smile, turning your head to look at Eddie, his hair frizzy, his eyes still a little heavy from sleep, his cheeks pink from the bite of the fall breeze.

“Why wear my own coat when you could be all romantic and give me yours?”

“I do like being romantic,” he says, tilting his head. “Don’t tell Wayne I said that. He’ll never let me live it down.”

Eddie’s tone is light, teasing, because Wayne’s already fully aware of how bad Eddie’s got it for you, and he already gives him shit for it.

“Your secret’s safe with me, Munson.”

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[jqhotchner]

bloom

two

eddie groans as he feels someone tugging on his hair. he tries to keep his eyes closed, hoping that it’s all in his head.

“daddy?!”

eddie opens his eyes and looks to see his only son. his big brown eyes staring right back into eddie’s.

“what’s wrong, peanut?”

aster sniffles. “bad dream, daddy. sleep with you and mommy?”

eddie could never say no to his kids. he lifts his baby boy up and puts him between him and yn. aster cuddles up to his father.

“wanna talk about it, peanut?” eddie asked.

the little boy shakes his head as he puts his thumb in his mouth and falls asleep. eddie and yn are trying to get him to break the habit, but the little boy just looks so innocent and adorable, they’d allow him to get away with murder if they could.

eddie kisses the top of his sons head. he slowly falls back to sleep soon after.

when the sun rises the house becomes hectic! every morning is the same routine. the eldest kids came walking into their parents room, waking both eddie and yn, begging for breakfast, while the youngest starts welling, most likely hungry just as much.

when it’s just yn, wayne and her father come to help the best they can—or eleven depending if she has school or not—when eddie is home, he’d take care of the older kids, making breakfast, while yn takes care of the newborn babies, breast feeding them in the privacy of their room.

“daddy! daddy! daddy! are we having cakes?!” jasmine would scream at the top of her lungs. she has eddie’s personality through and through! she’s loud, adventurous, and playful. she got her mothers looks though—if you ask yn she’d say she’s eddie’s twin—eddie loves his daughter spunk. sometimes they’d get complaints from neighbors, but eddie couldn’t care less!

if his baby girl wanted to loud and obnoxious, goddammit he’s gonna let her be!

“yes, baby!”

jasmine cheers. pancakes are her favorite because she believes it’s actually cake. neither eddie nor yn would correct her. if it got her eating it, it’s a win for the young parents.

eddie chuckles at his daughter. he soon hears someone blabbering as he turns to spot yn holding the twins.

they’re six months today. eddie made a joke about them going to college the other night and yn lost it, tears spilling her eyes over and over. eddie had to comfort her and hold back a laugh.

“how are my favorite twins?” eddie kisses the top of their heads.

poppy and azalea just babble happily. eddie chuckles as he goes back to making breakfast.

when he finished he set the table while him and yn made plates for their kids. yn sets the twins in their bin before the rest of the family sit and eat together.

during the weekend, yn and eddie normally take the kids to the park! with their oldest two, they’ve both got use to going out and playing due to being in preschool and kindergarten.

eddie chases his eldest daughter while yn sits with the younger kids and kept an eye on the others.

aster currently playing in the sandbox, while lunaria and lily play with their toys near yn, and the twins babbles in their stroller.

“mama, daddy caught me!” jasmine yells.

“he did?!” yn pretends to be shocked.

eddie chuckles as he walks closer to you. jasmine sits on your lap and kisses your cheek. she’s always been affectionate! eddie and yn both coo at her.

“you tired, baby?” yn runs her hands through her hair. she’s got eddie curls for sure!

“no.” she yawns soon after.

“we need to head home anyway, dear. uncle stevie and uncle dusty are coming over!”

jasmine loves her uncle steve and dustin! mostly because they give her treats every time they come around.

“really?!”

“yep! so, let’s get your brother and head out, yeah?”

“yeah, mommy! aster, uncle dusty and stevie coming! gotta go home!” jasmine yells to her brother. yn and eddie laugh at how excited she is.

“kay.” aster walks over to his parents. eddie grabs his hand before picking him up.

“wat we havin’ daddy?” aster curious on what’s for dinner as always.

“don’t know, ask mama!”

aster turns to his mom. “hmm, im thinking spaghetti and meatballs!”

“yum, mommy. love spesgettie.” aster states.

“i know you do, baby. come on, let’s get you all in you car seats.”

when they get home, yn starts on dinner. eddie goes outside to take a business call. now that the twins were born, eddie is getting back into focusing on the band!

yn is very excited for what’s to come with corroded coffin! especially the money coming in. yn and eddie did alright, they had to with six kids!

eddie still getting money from the band here and there, but corroded coffin still had a little ways to go before they make big money!

yn was also getting money from her agency. she also gets paid every time she post on instagram. but again, it’s not big money!

yn and eddie are still staying in a three bedroom trailer house. they want to be able to get a bigger home so their kids won’t have to split up to share a room.

plus eddie wants yn to have her dream wedding! it’s what she deserves. the big white princess dress, flowers everywhere, all their friends and family, her perfect wedding!

yn tells him time and time again that didn’t matter. she lets him know she’d marry him near a dumpster if she gets to spend the rest of her life with him! but eddie wants his family to have it all!

yn knows it’s because of how he was raised—before wayne took him in and raised him to be the man he is today—

little eddie suffered so much. with his abusive father and his mom leaving him for dry, he didn’t want his family to suffer like he did! he’d be damned if he didn’t show his kids just how much they meant to him.

yn constantly letting him know he’s nothing like his father! their babies are loved and cared for like no other.

when eddie comes back inside the house, steve and dustin are right behind them.

“uncle stevie!” aster being the first one to spot them.

“aster! how’s my favorite little dude doing?!” steve picks him up.

“had bad dream, uncle stevie.” he pouts.

steve frowns. “oh, no! what happened?”

aster shakes his head as he rest it on steve’s shoulder. steve knew he didn’t wanna talk about it. instead he wanted to be coddled. steve would never deny him cuddles.

“daddy, uncle dusty gave me candy!” jasmine yells

eddie glares at dustin. he told him no candy for them until after dinner. “did he now?”

dustin gives his a cheeky smile. “can daddy see?”

jasmine shows her father the small handful of candy dustin gave her. he grabs them before kissing her forehead. “you know the rules, baby?”

“mhm, din first, then candy!”

eddie hums. “good! dinners almost ready. why don’t we all go wash up, yeah?”

“kay!” steve, eddie, and dustin help the kids wash their hands while yn sets the table. soon everyone sits at the table and enjoy dinner.

eddie and yn put their kids to bed while steve and dustin sit in the living room waiting for them patiently.

when eddie comes back he heads for the fridge, grabs two beers, and one soda. eddie hands one beer to steve and the soda to dustin.

he sits on the couch and turns on the tv. yn comes in view and sits right next to her fiancé. eddie wraps his arms on the back of the couch as yn cuddles up to eddie.

“so, when’s the next big gig man?” steve asked eddie.

“next tuesday! headed to new york city.”

“dude, the big apple? you’re really making it, huh?”

eddie hums as he takes a sip of his beer. yn smiles at him lovingly. “before you know it, corroded coffin will be selling out tickets worldwide!”

eddie laughs. “lets not get ahead of ourselves, baby!”

“you, kiddin’ eds? you’re gonna be a legend! top of the world, dude! bigger than metallica.”

“okay, dustin, now you’re getting ahead of yourself!”

dustin shakes his head. “naw, eds! you’re a star!”

eddie smiles. truth is, he knows the bands making a name of themselves! sooner rather than later they’d have many streams on spotify, apple music, and many buying their cds and more! eddie is one hundred percent prepared for his life to do a complete one eighty.

and everyone else in this god forsaken town could kiss his ass! they all doubted him the moment he came out of the womb. he’s proven them wrong on many things!

they all thought he’d be a criminal, he a good citizen! they all said no one would love him, the smartest most prettiest woman fell for him! they claimed he’d be a shitty father just like his old man, he loves and cherishes all his kids! and they all say he’d stay white trailer trash who’ll amount to nothing, eddie is signed to one of the greatest rock legends out there!

eddie continues to prove everyone who doubts him wrong!

“when you make it big eddie, better not forget us!” steve states.

“oh harrington, i could never forget mister hair himself!” eddie smirks.

a/n

thank you all for the love so far on bloom! really appreciate it <3

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[stevesbipanic]

Steve loved so many things about Eddie.

He loved his eyes that would light up when he started talking about music, or DnD or something else he was interested in. He loved his big smile that was always thrown Steve's way that made him warm inside. He loved his laugh that would fill a room and bring joy to all their friends.

He loved Eddie when he was soft and peaceful in the morning light when he stayed over. He loved Eddie when he would whisper to him in the moonlight until they fell asleep. He loved how Eddie would always ask about his day whenever they were apart.

He loved that Eddie wore what he wanted even if some people thought he was strange. He loved how he looked free up on stage commanding the crowd. He loved watching Eddie spin tales for the kids to enjoy.

He loved when Eddie would wrap himself around him when he made breakfast. He loved when Eddie cuddled against his side during movie night. He loved waking up tangled in their intertwined limbs.

He loved when Eddie would bring him lunch since he would always forget. He loved that Eddie knew how he liked his morning coffee. He liked the fond look he'd send him when Steve left leftovers for Wayne.

Steve loved Eddie so much.

He just couldn't tell him.

Too worried to lose all the things he loved. Too worried to not have that love returned. Too worried for everything he loved to just be bullshit again.

Eddie loved so many things about Steve.

He loved how soft his hair felt when he ran his fingers through it. He loved whenever he scrunched up his nose when he didn't understand something. He loved each of Steve's moles on his face, like constellations.

He loved how relaxed Steve looked when he finally got sleep. He loved how Steve would tuck himself under Eddie's chin in bed. He loved when Steve would call him from work on his break just to hear Eddie's voice.

He loved when Steve wore brighter colours, his sweaters reflecting the bright smile on his face. He loved how Steve would sing along to every song on the radio even when he didn't know the words. He loved how Steve took the time to listen when Eddie rambled about his campaign or new song.

He loved that Steve would always get up first to make them breakfast. He loved when Steve would hide his face in Eddie's neck when a migraine was coming on. He loved watching Steve mother hen the kids.

He loved when Steve packed him lunch for work. He loved that Steve knew Eddie like tea over coffee. He loved that Steve would fiddle with his rings to calm down.

Eddie loved Steve so much.

So he told him.

The thing Eddie loved the most about Steve was hearing him say it back.

#fluff with a drop of angst #stranger things #stranger things s4 #steve harrington #st4 #eddie munson #steddie #ficlet #steddie ficlet #stranger things season 4 #steve struggles with emotions sometimes #good boyfriend eddie #good boyfriend steve #healthy relationships

[wizardlengthbeard]

you’re saying i’m fragile, i try not to be | G | wc: 720~

@subeddieweek prompt 6: non-sexual intimacy !

idk if this counts but i have steve looking after eddie <3

eddie felt a firm warm pressure stroking idly on the top of his head. it was a hand, a big hand that would card its fingers through eddie’s knotted strands of hair the further down his body it stroked.

eddie hummed happily. he’d always wanted to wake up like this, with someone looking after him. someone watching over him, making sure he was safe.

safe.

he nuzzled his nose further into the firm warmness. the soft worn cotton of a t-shirt met his nose and brushed the whiskers on his upper lip and the sides of his face. he breathed in the warmth, the smell of the t-shirt’s laundry detergent and a faint whiff of the night’s sweat.

as he came further into consciousness, he began to note the weight of two arms slung around his torso, the hand that wasn’t scratching his head was drawing shapes into his back.

it reminded him of when he was a kid. it reminded him of when he’d crawl into bed with wayne at night when he couldn’t sleep, which ended up being most nights, insomnia and various sleep problems hitting him at an early age. wayne would turn the tv on low, press a kiss to eddie’s forehead and settle down into the bed. then, he’d hum softly as he soothed circles into eddie’s back, until eddie wriggled, making it known that he was still awake and wayne would change tact.

“i draw a snake upon your back and which finger did i do it with.” wayne sang softly, tapping his finger on eddie’s back a few times so that he could guess.

nails scratched softly up and down eddie’s back as the hand stopped drawing its patterns. eddie found himself floating as he lost himself to the sensation, until a nail caught on a pimple on his shoulder and he hissed.

“sorry, baby.” steve hummed softly, craning his neck forward to kiss eddie’s head. “good morning.”

eddie smiled, finding he couldn’t speak in that moment, and puckered his lips to press a kiss against steve’s collarbone instead.

“you feeling okay, sunshine?” steve’s arms grew tighter around him, squeezing him tightly. and, oh, eddie loved him. “still feeling spacey?” he continued, pressing another kiss into his head.

eddie wiggled his toes over the soft of the blanket before he pressed them into steve’s calves, smoothing them up and down his leg hair. after a moment he nodded and peered up at steve to smile.

“yes to both?”

eddie nodded again and yawned, moving his face away from steve’s too late. steve chuckled, scrunching up his nose upon smelling eddie’s morning breath.

he could hear thumping in the kitchen; the coffee maker beginning to whir, whilst pots and pans clattered gently against each other.

“shit.” he heard wayne curse softly. and then, a crack, most likely an egg breaking as it hit the floor.

“i think wayne’s making breakfast,” steve started stroking eddie’s head again, carding his free hand through the bottoms of his curls and untangling them. “i might go and save him before he sets the trailer on fire.”

eddie loved that about steve. steve and wayne, really. how they’d only been together officially for a few months, but how steve and wayne had got on like a house if fire from the first day they’d met in the hospital. how he’d stumble into the living room, hungover, mouth tasting like last night’s joint, to hear wayne and steve whisper-yelling over the game on TV, steaming mugs of coffee clenched in their hands. how wayne had sat him and steve down and explained that he loved them both, dearly, but if he had to hear them one more time when he came in from work they’d have to come up with a sort of system, he could’ve done without knowing what eddie’s handcuffs were used for aside from being a belt.

“you want pancakes, sunshine?”

eddie hummed affirmatively, peppering kisses along steve’s neck.

“love you, i’ll bring them to you here. keep dozing.” steve smiled, drawing out of their embrace and pressing a final chaste kiss onto eddie’s lips before he crawled out of bed and stumbled out into the hallway.

eddie rolled over and hid his face in steve’s now empty pillow and breathed in the scent before feeling himself drift back off into a peaceful sleep.

#eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #stranger things #subeddieweek #sub eddie munson #cuddles #the title is from leather and lace by stevie nicks. #here’s is my offering. #i needed softness. #wrote this on my phone sorry if it’s shite x

[unclewaynemunson]

I was talking with @yournowheregirl about Wayne and his iconic flannels so in honor of her birthday (congrats Alice!!!) here are the headcanons we came up with (and some more, it’s my present for you i guess ❤️)

Wayne doesn’t consider himself a hoarder, but he’s definitely a collector. Mugs, trucker hats, Johnny Cash records - and flannels. He doesn’t care much for clothes, but these are comfortable and he never throws any of them away, so his whole closet is filled with them.

Eddie steals Wayne’s flannels all the time. As soon as he gets home and wants to change into something comfy, he gets his hands on one of Wayne’s softest flannels (which he also uses as pajamas). There’s nothing that makes him feel safer than the scent of his uncle’s flannels.

Wayne always pretends to be annoyed by Eddie’s constant thievery but he secretly loves seeing his nephew in his own clothes. He’s got plenty of them anyway.

When Steve and Eddie start dating, Steve naturally starts stealing Eddie’s clothes, so it doesn’t take long before he starts stealing Wayne’s flannels thinking they’re Eddie’s

The first time Wayne sees Steve wearing his clothes, he’s really fucking confused. Steve’s mortified when he finds out he’s been walking around in Wayne’s flannels all the time. He won’t ever stop apologizing, but Wayne just laughs, tells him to shut up and pats him on his shoulder. He decides in that moment that anyone who wears his clothes is essentially his family.

Saturday mornings are Munson family time, traditionally. They sleep in and have an elaborate breakfast together, some old country record playing softly in the background. Steve joins them whenever he doesn’t have to work the morning shift at Family Video. One time, all three of them appear at the breakfast table in unintentionally matching flannels. After that, the matching flannels become part of their little breakfast tradition.

Wayne doesn’t have the money to give Steve a proper birthday present, but he can give him one of his most beloved old flannels. Steve almost cries when he opens his gift.

The trailer park basically becomes the party’s designated hangout spot. It’s not the most spacious place, but it’s by far the coziest. This results in Wayne basically adopting the whole party one by one. Max is the first of them to get one of his flannels after an incident in which the sleeve of her hoodie caught fire. (She’s never again allowed into the kitchen after that.) Soon after, all the others one-by-one mysteriously end up with worn-out soft flannels of their own as well. Robin wears the look best and Erica is practically drowning in hers, but they all love their flannels equally.

Eleven already has a closet full of Hopper-clothes, and her Wayne-flannel fits right in. Hopper, however, notices immediately that the new addition is not one of his clothes and he gets unreasonably jealous about it. Joyce will never let him forget that he used the words “dad-cheating” when he was ranting about it to her. (He actually becomes besties with Wayne later, though.)

For father’s day, they all get together at the trailer to surprise Wayne with a group picture in which everyone is wearing their Wayne-flannel. Eddie and Steve are at the center of the picture, arms around each other and matching wide smiles, and everyone else is kind of piled around them chaotically. Dustin took the whole thing one step further and is even wearing a cap with a truly hideous plaid pattern. Wayne doesn’t cry often, but he may or may not have something in his eye when he sees the picture for the first time.

#it's been really cool getting to know you this year alice <3 #scheduling this so it'll be waiting for you when you wake up (hopefully) #hope you'll have an awesome day today!! #btw i have no idea if you watch brooklyn 99 but this is kinda giving me major boyles vibes lol #wayne munson my beloved

[complicatedchelsea]

Fallen Through Time For You

Chapter Five: Conspiracies for Breakfast

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(Sydney's POV)

The sound of a crash and loud laughter jolted me awake the next morning. The sun was coming in through the window and the blankets on the ground were empty.  I couldn’t tell what time it was, but it seemed Max and El left me to sleep while they joined the others. My bladder made the choice for me about leaving the room or waiting till someone came to find me. 

I opened the door quietly, but no one was waiting outside for me. Taking a quick glance down the hallway,  I assumed that most of the noise was coming from the kitchen. No one was in the bathroom when I entered, so I took a minute to gather my wits. I washed my face and stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was still here in the Byers house, which meant I was still here in the 1980’s. All this meant that this wasn’t some weird dream, I actually woke up here and the mark on my wrist was real. 

I glanced down at the silver mark. It still stuck out as much as it did yesterday. I traced it slowly, it still felt like a part of me. So it was real, I reassured myself. Eddie was my soulmate. I fell through time to show up at the feet of my soulmate. What the hell even is this world?

I left the bathroom before I could fall into a deeper rabbit hole. Being around Eddie, he helped silence most of these thoughts by just being around me. It was like he took up all of my attention, and I didn’t have time to think these overwhelming thoughts. The closer I got to the kitchen, the louder the talking got. I practically ran into Will as I rounded the corner. 

“Shit!” I said as I laid a hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t mean to run into you.”

Will smiled. “It’s okay, it can get pretty chaotic when we are all together. Did we wake you?”

I shook my head. “Of course not. It was about time I got my lazy self out of bed.”

“Did you want some breakfast?” Will asked as he scratched the back of his neck. “Mom’s making pancakes.”

“Has everyone already eaten?” I asked. I really didn’t want Joyce to feel like she had to make me something if everyone was already done. I could wait. 

“I was actually waiting for you,” Will said with a small smile. “Eddie mentioned that you don’t want anyone to go out of their way for you. I can be the same way at times. So I offered to be your breakfast buddy if he wasn’t here.”

I blinked at him, surprised that Will was so willing to wait for me.  “Eddie isn’t here yet?”

“Another thing you might have in common,” Will started as he grabbed my arm and led towards where Joyce was at the stove. “Eddie can sleep like the dead and not wake up for anything. That’s the only reason why he isn’t here yet.”

“Huh,” I said. “He was here pretty late last night waiting for Wayne. He seems like the type to either run on no hours of sleep and just crash when he’s exhausted.”

Will laughed. “You have no idea how much these past few months we’ve seen him just crash and sleep through a whole hour of Dustin arguing with Steve.”

Joyce turned to look at me from the stove, a plate of pancakes in hand. “Morning!”

“Morning,” I returned with a smile. “I didn’t mean to sleep so late.”

She waved a spatula at me. “Nonsense, you needed it. I was just hoping the kids didn’t wake you from being so loud.”

I waved a hand. “I’ve slept through worse.”

Will picked up a plate and handed me one before taking one for himself. “Would you like some orange juice?”

“Sure,” I said as Will darted towards the fridge. Joyce motioned for me to reach out my plate as she placed a few pancakes and some bacon on it. 

“Do you want me to make you anything else?” She asked as she shoved a fork in my hand as well. “I don’t mind, all the boys are really picky so it’s no issue. We’ve got syrup on the table, there is some jelly in the fridge, or-”

“Joyce,” I said with a small laugh. “I’m okay, really. This is way more than I usually eat in the morning. Thank you.”

“You don’t eat in the morning?” She asked me as she started loading up another plate as Will reappeared with two glasses. 

“Not exactly,” I said as I sent him a smile and took one of the glasses from his hand. “It’s a bloodsugar thing? If I eat too early it makes me nauseous; so normally I just keep something with me in case I get lightheaded.”

Joyce didn’t like that answer, I could see the way her eyebrows pinched together and her lips drew into a line. “What about your mom? Did she not try to keep food in the house that wouldn’t make you sick?”

I shrugged my shoulders, not liking the idea of Joyce being mad at me.

“Sweetie,” Joyce started as I heard her put down the spatula and grab one of my hands that was holding the plate. “You give me a list of some of these safe foods and I promise that I will keep them here for when you need them.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that,” I stammered out. Some of that stuff was hard to keep on the shelves in my time, god forbid I make life harder for anyone else here. “Really, it’s okay.”

“No it’s not,” Joyce said as she turned back around. “What kind of parent doesn’t make sure their kid eats?”

I didn’t answer her question and Will just nudged me in the direction of a dining table in the connecting room. Steve, Hopper, and Robin were already seated at the table with full plates. Hopper was sitting at the head of the table, Robin and Steve sitting across from each other on separate sides of the table. Steve smiled and motioned to the seat next to him. 

“Just so you know, Mom wasn’t mad at you.” Will said as set his plate down next to Robin. “She’s very protective of all her kids. Ask anyone.”

Will didn’t mention it again as I sat next to Steve, pushing the food around on my plate. Robin was telling some story about a rude customer, her arms gesturing wildly. Behind her I could see the rest of the party sitting around the living, cartoon’s seeming to be playing on the TV. I managed to eat a few bites of the pancakes before I could feel the heaviness in my stomach and decided that maybe waiting a bit could help me finish the plate. 

“So did you end up getting any sleep last night?” Steve asked and it took me a second to realize he was looking in my direction. “You know, after your little adventure outside?”

He said it with a teasing smile and I just rolled my eyes before lightly hitting his elbow with mine. “I did, actually. I just knew that I had a protector in the next room and that gave me the power to relax.”

“Okay, smartass.” Steve said with a chuckle. “How are you feeling this morning? Still freaked out?”

Hopper interrupted me before I could answer Steve. “You went somewhere last night?”

“No,” I said, scared. Hopper was sending me this look like he caught me selling drugs to a minor. “Of course not. I couldn’t sleep so I ended up on the swing out front for a bit. I just needed a few minutes alone to think about some stuff.”

“Is that what you are calling Eddie now?” Robin snorted as she shoved another bite into her mouth. “‘Your alone time’?”

“Robin” I hissed as I felt my face go red. I rubbed at my face, hiding from the other gazes at the table and let out a groan. 

“So that’s why he’s not here now,” Will said and I could hear the humor in his voice. “You kept him up late?”

I lifted my head to send a glare towards Will and he just laughed. “Eddie was already out there when I got out there. I had some questions, and he answered them.”

Steve let out another laugh. “We’re just ragging you, Sydney. Eddie’s like a freakin’ vampire. Guy barely sleeps at night.”

I sent a look towards Hopper and he was just sitting back and watching me, lighting up a cigarette. It seemed to be a battle of wills as I didn’t want to look away, but he folded with a sign and rubbed at his beard. “Do you want to know what I found out at the station?”

I sat up in the chair. “You found something?”

Before Hopper could answer me, there was an obnoxious knock at the door. Will rolled his eyes and stood up to answer it, and I could hear Eddie’s chain’s as he entered the house. 

“Morning!” He said cheerfully. I watched him greet his way through the living room before he followed Will back toward the table. When he spotted me, Eddie sent me a wide smile and I couldn’t help to send him one back. He surveyed the table before grabbing a chair from the small table in the kitchen and planting himself down beside me at the end of the table. 

“Morning, sweetheart.” Eddie greeted me as he leaned forward to give the hand closest to him a squeeze. “Sleep well?”

I nodded. “Feeling better now that you’re here.”

“Is that so?” Eddie sent me a smirk and leaned back. “I have to say I feel the same.”

The sound of a throat cleaning at the other end of table drew my attention back to Hopper. “Are you two going to keep this up or do you want to hear what I found?”

Eddie leaned out of my space a bit. “Floor is yours, Chief.”

Hopper let out another grunt before taking another drag on putting out the cigarette. “So you want the good news or the bad news first?”

“Bad news,” I said as I let my eyes flick to the rest of the group at the table. “Always bad news.”

Hopper let out a sarcastic chuckle. “So bad new’s is I couldn’t find anything about you. You are not listed in any missing person’s boards, no criminal record, or birth records. Sydney Thompson does not exist.”

“Not yet,” Eddie pointed out. 

Hopper nodded. “That is still a possibility. But I was hoping that her name would at least pop up in the system. It would’ve made this whole thing easier.”

“When has anything been easy for us?” Joyce said as she made her way towards the table, coffee mug in hand. When she saw Eddie, she frowned. “Eddie, I’m sorry but I’ve already cleaned up the kitchen. Did you want me to make you something for breakfast?”

“Don’t worry about it Ms.Byers” Eddie said with a smile. “I should have been here earlier. I’ll be okay.”

“No,” I said as I nudged my plate in his direction and held out my fork. “I’m not going to be able to finish. Share with me?”

“Didn’t we already argue about this?” Eddie laughed as he took the fork from me. “You need to eat.”

“I did eat some,” I pointed out. “Who says I’m finished?”

I didn’t let him argue back as I turned back to Hopper. Joyce had moved to stand by his side, slightly leaning into him with a smile on her face as she tried to hide it behind her cup. “What’s the good news?”

Hopper leaned forward so his arms rested on the table. “Good news is that your parent’s do exist. I was able to find their names in the system. Your father is living somewhere up north and your mother is living in North Carolina.”

I frowned. “Are you sure that’s right? By this time my father was already living in North Carolina. He should be sixteen.”

Hopper nodded. “His criminal record showed his last known address as a small town in Maryland.”

“Criminal record? My father doesn’t have a criminal record. Unless…” I trailed off. Unless he did get trouble up there and that caused them to never move down here, which means he wouldn’t meet my mother in this universe. Meaning I wouldn’t exist.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie said as he shoved the glass of orange juice in my hands. “You are looking a little pale, drink something.”

I took a few drinks before handing the glass back to him. I watched as he drank after me before setting the glass on the table. He picked up a piece of pancake with the fork and offered it to me. I took the fork from him, taking another bite before turning back to Hopper. I felt a little nauseous, but I didn’t think it was from eating too early. 

“He’s never going to meet my mother,” I said to Hopper. “By this age he was bothering her in homeroom while she kept turning him down and then sixteen years later I came about. So that means I won’t exist in this universe.”

“Are you sure?” Steve spoke for the first time since Hopper started. “Maybe you have the date wrong?”

I shook my head. “No. They were already living in North Carolina by the time he was thirteen. This means that they won’t meet.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Robin asked. “That there won’t be two Sydney’s running around in twenty years?”

Hopper rubbed his chin. “I don’t know. I also don’t know which alternative would have helped us here. I was going to do some more digging because we can’t be too sure that you are Sydney Thompson.”

I stilled from where I was pushing the breakfast plate back towards Eddie. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Hopper started as he looked up at Joyce. “Just like with your memories, can we even be sure that you are Sydney Thompson?”

“But what about the marks?” Eddie asked, confused. “You saw how she reacted to the mark!”

Hopper held a hand out. “But we also know that the mark is the name that your soulmate goes by. Why don’t you think ‘Edward Munson’ isn’t on her wrist instead of Eddie? Just because she goes by Sydney Thompson doesn't mean that she is.”

It almost felt like my head was spinning. This was a lot. The concept of my memories not being real, my name not being real. I could feel the panic creeping up into my chest, my palms beginning to sweat with the idea that I literally have nothing to me. Not even my name. 

“Sweetheart. Hey, Sydney” Eddie’s voice was soft as I felt his hands cup my face and tilt it towards him. “Look at me, baby.”

I met his dark brown eyes. He seemed so calm, so level headed during all this. Why wasn’t he freaking out? Wasn't his world tilting just as mine? He scooted closer, taking over my complete line of vision. I felt his thumbs slowly caress my cheeks as he took an exaggerated deep breath. I tried to follow suit, closing my eyes to try and calm down. 

“Hey,” Eddie said again and I opened my eyes again to look back at him. Trying to stay tethered to something and not go into a full blown panic attack. I think Eddie could read it clearly on my face. “You are Sydney Thompson. That is your name on my wrist and that is my name on yours. We know that is the truth.”

“But-” I started before he interrupted me. 

Eddie’s voice got lower, his tone a bit sharper. “You. Are. Sydney Thompson. There is no question. You wouldn’t have shown up here if it wasn’t. I’ve been trying really hard not to freak you out about this stuff, but I’m laying claim here. You are my soulmate and I am yours. That’s what brought you here. You, Sydney Thompson, belong here with me. That is not going to change. What I’ve been feeling for the past twenty-four hours? You can’t make that shit up.”

I took another deep breath before reaching up and placing my hands on his. Grounding. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Eddie reaffirmed as he ducked his head to be in line with mine. 

I nodded and Eddie dropped his hands from my face, but he didn’t let go of my hands. I let his words anchor me back down. I was who I said I was. I wouldn’t be in this room with these people if I didn’t belong here. I wouldn’t feel what I feel about Eddie if I didn’t belong with him here. I might not be from where I think I am, but I’m here now and that’s what matters. 

My eyes searched his and what I was even looking for, I didn’t know. But his eyes were so sincere, so genuine that I had to believe him. Since I fell into his life, Eddie has been nothing but honest with me. If I could completely trust anyone here, it would be him. 

I realized I had an audience and felt myself flush as I tore my eyes from Eddie and looked around the table. No one seemed angry, all watching me with careful eyes. 

“Jim,” Joyce hissed. “You need to apologize. You just can’t go around saying stuff like that! Especially at times like this!”

“You belong here with us,” Steve said as he directed my attention back towards him. “Don’t doubt that for a second. You’re stuck with us now.”

I saw Robin nod enthusiastically. “It’s official, you are part of the ‘Bullying Harrington Club’, you can’t leave now.”

Steve let out a low whine and Will just chuckled across from me.

“Sydney,” Hopper drew my attention back towards him. “You want to speak about this privately?”

I nodded and with a quick glance towards Joyce, I pushed my chair back to follow Hopper into the kitchen. Eddie wouldn’t let me release his hand, instead pushing his chair back and following me. I raised an eyebrow but didn’t complain and let him follow me.

Hopper eyed Eddie. “Privacy?”

“Sorry Chief,” Eddie said with a grin that didn’t give off the vibe of amusement. The hand that was holding mine let go and moved to wrap around my shoulder and I just melted into his side, seeking for the comfort he gave me last night. “Packaged deal now. Can’t go one without the other.”

Hopper shook his head and looked up at the ceiling for a moment before making eye contact with me. “That was insensitive. I’m sorry.”

I shook my head. “It’s okay, I know why you said it. I didn’t mean to cause a scene.”

“Sydney,” Eddie said. “You are allowed to be upset about this. This was a lot to bring up at breakfast.”

“No,” I said as I looked up with Eddie. “He was just being honest, and he does have a point.”

Eddie let out a frustrated noise and just shook his head. 

“Don’t worry about it,” I said to Hopper. I meant it. Sure I didn’t like what he had to say, but he was just being honest. After being thrown through time, it’s not crazy to think that I might not be who I thought I was. I don’t know how much more that I could take of these revealments, but it was good that we laid everything on the table. 

Hopper nodded. “I’m going back to the station today. You know if you need anything you can reach me there?”

I nodded. “Is there anything I can do today?”

“Stay out of trouble,” Hopper said. He eyed Eddie with amusement. “But with Munson here, that might take a lot of effort.”

Eddie rolled his eyes with a laugh. “Scout’s honor that I will be on my best behavior. Thought about taking her on a tour of Hawkins. Can’t leave her cooped up in this house.”

Hopper rubbed his chin. “It’s a small town and frankly most of the population here like to gossip. What are you going to say if someone asks about you?”

I shrugged. “What do you think is best?”

“Maybe that you are his niece?” Joyce added as she entered the kitchen and headed straight for the coffeemaker. “Jim is a bit of a touchy topic around here, no one will push for information if they hear that.”

“Coming back from the dead with a government cover story will do that for you,” Hopper said. “You comfortable going with that? Being my niece?”

I shrugged. “Sure, if you think it’s best. I guess there are worst people to be related to.”

Hopper laughed. “Okay, kiddo. Remember if you need anything-”

“Call the station,” I finished with a smile. “Got it, Uncle Hop.”

Hopper just shook his head and muttered about gray hair before making his way towards the door. Joyce followed after him, and I could hear the sounds of everyone greeting Hopper before he left. Then it was just us two in the kitchen. 

“Why do you do that?” Eddie asked as he took a step back and leaned against the counter behind him. He reached out to grab my hand again, seeming to not like being apart from me. I couldn’t blame him, I liked it better when I was touching him too. 

“What do you mean?”

“You had every right to be upset with Hopper!” Eddie said as he tugged his free hand through his hair. For the first time this morning, I took the time to take in what he was wearing. Still in the ripped black jeans with the chains, and this time a worn Metallic t-shirt under the denim vest he was wearing yesterday. He looked as good as he did yesterday. 

“I was upset with Hopper,” I admitted as I took another step towards him, having the urge to be in his space. “But he’s not wrong. We’ve got to look at this from every angle.”

I could see the fight leave Eddie’s body as he slumped backwards. “Just because you are mad at him doesn’t mean that he’s going to kick you out or anything.” Eddie looked me in the eye. “You know that right? You don’t have to be worried about your reactions getting you in trouble here.”

I floundered. Was I that easy to read? Was I walking around like a kicked puppy?

“But-”

Eddie interrupted me. “Promise me that if you are ever mad at me, you’ll tell me. You have every right to be emotional here.”

I nodded, it was the least I could do. It didn’t seem like I could get mad at Eddie anyway. He made everything too easy. “Promise”

Eddie nodded and smiled wide. “So now that the heaviness is out of the way, you ready to explore Hakwins with me?”

“Us,” Steve corrected as he entered the kitchen with some dirty plates. “You know everyone is going to want to come.”

Eddie groaned dramatically and titled his head back. “So now I have to share my soulmate? How fair is this?”

I laughed and gently patted his check. “Better get used to it. Seems like I’m more popular than you,” I teased. 

Eddie gasped. “For some of those kids in there, I’m their DM. I think you are greatly underestimating me.”

I heard Steve laugh as he put the plates in the sink. “Don’t even get him started on the debate about Dustin.”

Eddie pushed off the counter and dragged me with him as we left Steve to the kitchen. Before I could start towards the living room, his hand tugged me to a stop. He scratched at the back of his neck before he looked down, his leg bouncing nervously. 

“Did Ms.Byers give you something to wear today?” Eddie asked me and then glanced down. “Or are you wanting to spend the day in your pj’s?”

“Ha ha,” I rolled my eyes. “No, I didn’t ask this morning.”

“Well I brought you some of my clothes,” Eddie said towards the ground before he looked up and met my gaze. “If that’s okay with you? I understand if you’d want to wear someone el-”

“Eddie,” I interrupted and gave the hand still holding mine a tight squeeze. “That is fine with me. What did you bring me?”

Eddie smiled widely. “You want to wear my clothes?”

“As long as you didn’t get me something hideous,” I teased with a laugh. “What did you bring me?”

“It’s out in the van,” Eddie said. He leaned forward to kiss my forehead, taking me by surprise. I felt myself flush when he stepped back and dropped my hand. “I’ll go grab it so you can change.”

With that he turned and rushed back towards the front door. I stood there for a second before I shook my head and ventured into the living room. Dustin clocked me first. 

“Sydney!” He said as he got to his feet. “Steve said that Eddie’s going to show you around Hawkin’s today. Can we come?”

“Eddie wants to show me around Hawkin’s?” I asked him. It was just so easy to mess with Dustin, I couldn’t help it. 

Dustin’s face fell and as he stumbled over his words to explain himself, I let out a loud laugh and leaned to squeeze his shoulder. “I’m just fucking with you kid. Of course you can come, I don’t think I could hide from you guys.”

I heard some snickers from the others and Dustin lazily pushed at me before walking towards the kitchen muttering about “telling Steve that he’s getting picked on”. 

“Can you rebraid my hair?” Max asked from the couch. Her braids were a little loose, some of the hair falling out of the side that El had done. 

“Of course,” I moved towards her. She dropped to the floor and let me take a seat on the couch. “Do you want one or two?”

When Eddie came back in, I was already done with Max’s hair. Just as I was tying off her braid, he popped up in the doorway and jerked his head towards the hallway. When I joined him, he had a pile of folded clothes and a plastic bag. 

“So Nancy caught me outside,” Eddie said as he guided me back towards the bathroom. “She figured you might need some of these and said that they should be the right size.”

Eddie thrusted the bag at me, his face pink. Curiosity won over and I peered into the bag to see a handful of bras and some packaged underwear. 

“Eddie,” I said teasingly. “Did you not want to look at my underwear?”

A startled noise came from him and he met my eyes. “Of course I want to see your underwear! Wait-no! I mean, no I didn’t look in the bag because I didn’t know what exactly she gave y-”

“Hey,” I interrupted him with a wide smile. “Eddie, I’m just messing with you.”

“Oh,” He said and leaned his back towards the ceiling with a groan. “Don’t do that to me, jeez.”

I reached into the bag and checked the sizing, Nancy had got it right. “How did she get the size correct?”

Eddie shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. Don’t you girls have a radar for that stuff or something?”

I shrugged back. “How the hell am I supposed to know?”

Eddie shook his head and reached out with the folded clothes. “I didn’t think you’d want to wear my jeans, but I did bring you a shirt and one of my flannels because I’ve noticed you stay a bit cold. If you don’t like it, we can always find something else.”

I took the clothes and hugged them to my chest. “I’m sure these will work fine. You going to wait out here for me?”

Eddie just took a step back and leaned against the opposite wall. “I’ll be right out here.”

I just shook my head and closed the door behind me. I laid his clothes on the closed toilet lid and saw that at some point Joyce must have place my clothes on a shelf near the door. I cleaned up quickly with the toothbrush from the night before and used some of Nancy’s face wash again. Swapping the pj pants out for my leggings from the day before, I took a moment to see what Eddie had actually brought me. The flannel felt very soft and smelled very nice, but I could still make out that underlying scent that just screamed Eddie. The other shirt he brought was a three-quarter sleeved shirt. The sleeves were black, chest area white, and had some design on the front. There was a red-faced demon right in the middle, “Hellfire Club” printed right about it. The shirt was soft as well, and after making sure the bra I took out wouldn’t show from under the shirt, I tugged both on. 

When I looked in the mirror, I was met with the sight of just how possessive the shirts look. Not that it was a bad thing, but you could definitely tell these weren’t my clothes and they belonged to a very particular group. I couldn’t fight the smile that crossed my face. I know that if I went back out there and asked for a different change of clothes, Eddie would get it for me, hands down. But these clothes gave me a sense of security. The fact that Eddie tripped over himself to hand them to me, maybe a tiny part to show off himself but also to make sure I was comfortable. 

I tugged my hair out of its braid, letting the soft waves fall down my back. I checked myself in the mirror once again, making sure that I hadn’t changed places once again. Before I could let myself get lost in those trains of thoughts, I opened the door finding Eddie still standing across from the door. This time now, Dustin had joined him. 

“What do you mean I can’t ride with you?” Dustin said. “You always let me ride in the van!”

“Dustin,” Eddie said as he placed a hand on his shoulder. “Maybe next time? I want Sydney to be comfortable today. If you guys keep throwing these questions at her, she’s not going to want to be around anyone.”

Dustin nodded and when he turned, he zeroed in on me. “Holy shit, you gave her your Hellfire shirt?”

Eddie’s gaze snapped to me, a delighted smile crossing his face. “Well, look what we have here.”

He took two large steps towards me, tugging on the material of the flannel. “Don’t you look good, sweetheart.”

I felt my face flush. “The clothes work fine Eddie. Thank you.”

“Sydney,” Eddie said as he reached out to tug at a strand of my hair. “You can have my whole closet if you are going to look this good in my clothes.”

I bit my lip to try and hold back the smile that was threatening to take up my face. 

A cough brought me back, Dustin coming up behind Eddie. “Can you two not do this for two seconds?”

My face got hotter as I took a step back from Eddie. Only Eddie didn’t seem to like that, and moved forward to take my hand and angle his body towards Dustin. “This is what you are going to have to put up with if you ride in the van. You still trying to beg for a spot?”

Eddie pushed past him without an answer, dragging me with him by our interlocked hands. I let out a surprised laugh and let him lead me back towards the others. It seemed that most of everyone was packed up, trying to divide into who would go in which car. Steve was standing dead center in the living room, hands on his hips as Max waved her hands at him for something I couldn’t hear. 

“Do they always do this?” I asked Eddie as I leaned closer to him. God forbid Max actually hear me and start on me like she was with Steve. 

Eddie chuckled. “Always. Red knows exactly what buttons to push and usually guilt trips Steve when she wants something.”

“And Steve folds like a wet paper towel,” Robin said as she rounded the corner. She snickered, “Steve can’t say no to any of his kids.”

Steve then threw his hands up, shaking his head and then gesturing to the door. “Fine! But Nancy and Jonthan are going to pick you two up, I’m not driving back out there.”

Even though I couldn’t see her face, I could just feel the smirk that Max was sporting from here. “Thanks, mom.”

Steve groaned and Max grabbed El’s hand and started towards the door. Robin let out another snicker before grabbing her boots near the door. “Are you two going to come to Steve’s while we wait for the rest to get ready?”

Before I could answer, Steve made his way to us and swatted at Dustin’s hat. “Please make sure that Max and El don’t try anything with the beemer. I’ll give you a lift home.”

Once Dustin was out the door, Steve turned back towards us. “I have to drop Max and El off at the cabin and then drop Dustin off at his house. Do you want to come back to mine with Robin? Nancy and Jonthan are going to take care of dropping the rest off and taking them to the arcade.”

“Is that where the tour starts?” I asked. “You guys actually have a functioning arcade?”

Steve nodded and I looked up to Eddie. I really didn’t care where we went today. As long as I was with Eddie, I could go anywhere. 

“Do you not have any arcades?” Eddie asked. 

“More rare now.” I said as I looked back at Steve. “I haven’t been to one in ages. I’d love to start there.”

Steve clapped his hands together. “Then it’s settled. Robin and Eddie know where I live. Let me drop off the other’s and I’ll meet you there?”

Eddie nodded and gestured towards the door. “You okay with Robin coming with us?”

Robin snorted. “Excuse me, we have a meeting to attend. ‘Bullying Harrington Club’ has to brainstorm ideas.”

Steve groaned as he shrugged on his shoes and started towards the door. “Don’t start that.”

“Too late,” Robin said and stuck out her tongue at him. “We have to have a ceremony for our newest member.”

“How many members do you have?” I asked with a smile. 

“Three now,” Eddie said with a laugh. “You, me, and Robin. Adult’s only.”

I laughed. “Well I guess I should feel honored.”

“You should”, Robin said with a chuckle and weaved her arm through mine. “Only the best of the best can bully Steve.”

After pausing to let me tug my converse on, Robin guided me out the front door while she rambled about getting matching t-shirts to piss off Steve. Joyce was waiting out on the porch, pushing a jacket into Will’s hands. She turned to us with a smile, waving at Steve as he drove off. Robin let go of me to give her a hug, Eddie doing the same. Lastly Joyce turned towards me with her arms stretched out. 

“Is this okay? I always hug my kids before they leave.”

Jesus Christ. If Joyce kept this up she was going to become my favorite out of everyone. I felt a lump form in my throat as I stepped forward into her arms. “Of course it is.”

She held onto me for a few moments longer than she did Eddie and Robin. When she stepped back, she patted my face softly. “You need anything, you call the house. The kids know my number. Anything at all.”

“I know,” I said as I took a step back and she dropped her hand. “Thank you.”

Joyce smiled again and waited for us to be loaded into the van before she stepped back into the house. Robin let me have shotgun, Eddie gesturing to the glovebox for me to pick a tape. 

“Is she like this for everyone?” I asked as I read the label of a tape before picking up another one. 

“Like she said,” Eddie said as he plucked the tape from my hand and shoved it in the radio. “Trauma bonds us together for life. With everything we’ve gone through, it’s safe to say she views us all as her kids now.”

I let that settle over me as we drove towards Steve’s. Was it that easy for some people? Mothers like Joyce? To take one look at a child and be claimed there’s?

If it was so easy for her, why couldn’t my own mother do it?

“So should we start with saying his hair is turning gray or we think it’s falling out?” Robin said with a laugh. 

I turned to face her, mischief written all over her face. “Steve?”

She rolled her eyes. “Who else? C’mon, give me some ideas here Eddie! We can’t go after his room again, he’s already changed his comforter.”

Eddie laughed and I’ve noticed that when he full-body laughs, he throws head back like the laughter is fighting to burst out all at once. “Shit, really?”

“Yeah!” Robin said. “You gave him shit about that for weeks. Obviously he got into his head about it.”

“That room gave me a headache, thank god.” Eddie said as he turned to look at me. “Sweetheart, you should have seen it. Everything was plaid.”

I felt myself grimace as I tried to imagine it. “That would hurt my head.”

“Thank you!” Robin shouted from the backseat. “He didn’t believe me. You can thank his mom for that.”

“So it was his mom’s choice?”

“Uh, you’ll see when we get there. It is so minimally decorated, his parents are never home but refuse to let him change the house in any way.”

“So that’s what he meant about an empty house.” I said. “His parents just aren’t around?”

“Steve doesn’t like to talk about it.” Eddie said as he took a sharp turn and Robin shouted from the backseat. “Don’t say anything to him about it.”

“Sure,” I said, I would hate to offend Steve, he’s been nothing but kind to me. “Why aren’t they here?”

“Steve claims it’s because his dad works a lot and his mom follows so he can’t have affairs.” Robin started. “But I think once Steve feels like they realized he was a waste of their time they just stopped back here. His dad was pissed when he didn’t go off to school.”

“I know that feeling.” I said. I could almost feel the anger that my dad had the day I told him I wanted to take a break. Telling me that I was a disappointment, even when the man himself didn’t go to college. “I can see why he doesn’t want to talk about it.”

“Well,” Eddie said as he turned into the driveway of a big house. “I guess the only thing rich, absent parents are good for is keeping this place paid for.”

From the window of the van, I couldn’t tell how big the house was inside but I could practically see the dark hallways that Steve had to trudge through day in and day out. Sometimes you could tell the vibe of a house from the condition of the outside; but just because it looked well taken care of, doesn’t mean the inside held any warmth.

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Steddie Week Day 6

I can't believe it's almost over!

Read Part 1 here / Part 2 here / Part 3 here / Part 4 here

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Thank god we didn't peak in High School - Part 6

Prompt: Misunderstanding

Eddie woke to his alarm and a pair of arms wrapped around him tightly. He snuggled back into the touch, reveling in the feel of Steve's skin against his own. Today made it officially 6 months since they became a couple and Eddie had never been happier. Steve had stayed over with him at the trailer last night. They spent most of their nights together so that was nothing new, but they used to split the time between their respective homes. Lately though, Steve had been asking more and more for them to stay at the trailer.  

Eddie didn’t mind of course, and Wayne was happy to have his boys home more often. It’s just that Steve had a plush king size bed and no parents at home, and the thin walls of the trailer had already made for more than one awkward family breakfast. 

It had taken Wayne a solid month to forgive Steve for making his nephew cry. Eddie never confirmed or denied Steve's involvement in his little breakdown but Wayne wasn’t stupid. After witnessing how well Steve treated Eddie day in and day out however, even he had to admit that the boy was head over heels for his nephew. It also probably helped that Steve had taken to cooking them all dinner whenever he wasn’t on a closing shift.  

Work still sucked, but that was normal. Steve had the day off but Eddie was due to go in soon. Reluctantly, he slithered out of his boyfriend’s grip and made his way to the bathroom for a shower. He was in and out quickly, not bothering to wash his hair. Steve had said it was better for his curls if he didn’t shampoo every day anyway. 

He was so fast that he caught the tail end of a phone conversation that he’s pretty sure he wasn’t meant to hear. 

Yea, I know

I’ll be there to meet the moving truck

I took the day off work so it’s fine

Okay

Bye 

Listen, Eddie trusts Steve. He has given him no reason not to for six solid months. He tells himself that he must have misheard and surely whatever is going on, Steve will tell him about it. He has nothing to worry about. Right?

Eddie gave himself a minute to get his face under control before walking back into the bedroom. Also, he didn’t want Steve to think he was eavesdropping. His boyfriend greeted him with a bright smile and a ‘good morning sunshine’ and usually Eddie would melt on the spot for that face but there's this alarm going off in the back of his mind screaming ‘Danger, Danger, Will Robinson!’

He fought hard to hide his worry with an answering smile of his own before bending down to give Steve a kiss for good measure. He threw on whatever clean clothes were within reach while mumbling out some lame excuse about getting to work early for inventory or some shit. If Steve spotted the lie, he didn’t say anything. He told Eddie to have a good day and rolled over to go back to sleep. 

He was already outside and in the van before realizing that they didn't say I love you. They never part without saying it and Eddie scrambled to pull his phone out. It seems Steve came to the same realization and solution, as there was already a message waiting on the screen for him.

8:46am Steve: Love you Eds miss you already 😘

It coaxed the first real smile out of Eddie since he woke up this morning and he immediately responded back in kind.

8:47am Eddie: Love you too baby ❤️

-

Robin is supposed to be working with him today but she’s not due in until an hour after he is and by the time she arrives he is in a STATE. One look at his face and she knew something was up. 

“What happened now? I thought it was the big six month anniversary today?”

“It is”

“So why do you look like the world’s coming to an end?”

“I think Steve is planning on moving away and he hasn’t said a word to me about it. How can he be planning to just ghost me like this after everything we’ve been through?”

“Woah woah woah, lets just hit the pause button on that spiral for a second. Tell me what happened, and start from the beginning.”

-

“So, we don’t know who he was talking to?”

“Nope”

“And he’s been staying over with you and Wayne a lot?”

“Exactly, AND he hasn’t let me over to his place for at least two weeks.”

Robin scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Did he actually say you’re not allowed there?”

“Well, no.”

“Perfect! Leave early today, that way you know he’ll still be there, and just casually stop by his place on your way home! If he’s been packing up that giant house then there will be boxes everywhere. Either way you’ll know for sure.”

-

Eddie could see the moving truck from the corner. He hadn’t even needed to drive down Steve’s street to have his every fear confirmed. He couldn’t believe it. He’d almost managed to convince himself that he was overreacting. The more he had thought about it the more convinced he was that he must have heard Steve wrong. There's no way that this boy who regularly spent hours worshiping every inch of Eddie's body, would do this. 

However, from the moment they officially got together they had promised each other to always tell the truth. No lies, and no secrets. As he watched the enormous truck pull away from the Harrington house he knew that one way or another Steve had broken that promise. 

He didn’t bother going to the house, never even turned down the street. He sped home straight after watching that truck pull away. 

-

By the time Eddie walked through the door of the trailer he was seething with rage. How dare Steve do this to him. What kind of long con was this guy running? Why go through all of this, spend six beautiful months together just to walk away like it was nothing?! If this was always his plan why hadn’t he just let Eddie walk away when he tried to before!

Wayne was distracted reading the newspaper when Eddie burst through the door, so he had no way of knowing what he had stepped in when he innocently asked the question. 

“Where’s Steve tonight?”

Eddie saw red. “Who fuckin knows, Wayne, could be anywhere by now.”

Wayne dropped the paper and carefully studied his nephew’s face. 

“O…k. You boys have a fight or something?”

“Or something” Eddied grumbled, ready to bolt to his room and away from this conversation. 

Wayne must have caught on his intention and was clearly not having it.

“You. Sit.” He said pointedly, kicking one of the empty chairs out from under the table in invitation. 

“Talk.”

Eddie groaned. He knew his uncle meant well but he didn’t feel like hashing this out again. Couldn’t he just hide in his room and lick his wounds in peace?

“Long story short, I overheard Steve on the phone this morning talking to someone about a moving truck. Then I drove by his house on my way home and watched said moving truck leave, taking my will to live with it.”

“So dramatic.” Wayne commented between sips of coffee.

Eddie shot him a middle finger before crossing his arms over his chest defensively. “Can I go sulk in my room now?”

“No.”

Eddie squawked.

“Listen, son, given what you’ve told me even I can admit that it looks bad, and you know I wasn’t always the biggest fan of your boy but there's just no way. I’ve seen the way he looks at you and lord knows I've heard more than my fair share of what you get up to behind closed doors. He loves you, beyond reason, and I'm telling you there’s gotta be something else going on here.”

Eddie’s shaking his head before Wayne is even finished. He can’t afford to fall into the trap of false hope. He knows his uncle means well but suddenly he needs to get out of this house, needs to go somewhere he can be alone. 

“I’m gonna go for a drive, don’t wait up.” Eddie said, standing abruptly and ignoring Wayne’s protests. 

-

Eddie drove aimlessly, no real destination in mind until he came up on a familiar stretch of wooded area. It took him a minute but eventually he recognized the trail head that leads to skull rock. After parking the van off to the side of the road he reached into his pocket to get his phone out. It was starting to get dark and he could use its light to walk by, but it’s not there. Shit, he must have left it back home on the table. He wasn’t going back there now so, he dug through the back of the van and managed to scrounge up a flashlight. 

He made the short hike to skull rock and found it deserted, just like he wanted. When looking for the flashlight he had also found an old blanket which he brought along too. He placed it at the base of the rock and laid down, looking up at the stars peeking through the tops of the trees and finally allowed himself to cry. 

Every time the tears started to dry up, he’d be hit with another memory of their time together. Nights where Eddie had cataloged every freckle on Steve’s body with his tongue. The time they skinny dipped in Steve’s pool in the middle of the night like mischievous teenagers. The first time Steve asked Eddie to fuck him, because he too wanted to know what it felt like to be loved by someone from the inside out.

Eventually he curled up into a ball and fell asleep, worn out by the weight of it all and his own sobs. 

-

He’s woken up by warm hands on his face. When he finally opens his eyes, he finds Steve looking down at him with a worried expression. It was such an unexpected sight that Eddie didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or punch him.

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asked, shrinking away from Steve’s touch.

Steve frowned but didn’t move to touch him again. “I was looking for you. When you didn’t call or text me back I got worried so I went to the trailer. I talked to Wayne. Sweetheart, I'm so sorry.” 

“Sorry he says, like that’s good enough.”

“I know, it’s not enough. I broke our rule and I'm sorry. I should have told you what was going on. Just let me explain”

“No need, you’re leaving, moving away, there's nothing to explain.”

“That’s not…” Steve starts, shaking his head sadly “I thought you knew me better than that by now.”

“So did I” Eddie said, voice cold.

“Jesus! Eddie, I'm not moving! How could you possibly think I would leave you like that?!”

“What about the phone call?”

Steve took a deep beath and plopped himself down on the ground, as close to eddie as he dared. “It was my mom. She and Dad decided to sell the house. She told me a few weeks ago. She was calling this morning to make sure I could still meet THEIR moving truck, since they couldn’t be bothered to come and pack up their own shit or y’know visit their only son. I’m not leaving you sweetheart, but I do have to be moved out by the end of next week so the realtor can start showing it.”

“Oh." Eddie whispered, feeling a little sheepish. "Why didn’t you tell me what was going on?”

“I guess I was embarrassed, I didn't want to tell you until I had a plan. I still don’t know what I'm gonna do. I haven't been able to find a rental I can afford on my own. What was I supposed to say ‘hey i’m getting kicked out of my house and i’ll be living in my car for a while’?”

“Steve, we spend nearly every night together. I mean, you practically live at the trailer already. I would have asked you to move in with me. Did you really think I would let you be homeless? Wayne would kill me.”

“Yea, he would.” Steve agreed. They both laughed a little bit at that and it broke some of the awful tension that had been building between them.

“Did you really spend all day thinking I was going to leave you without a word?”

Face to face with Steve and hearing him say it like that, Eddie finally realized how silly he’d been. Of course, Steve should have told him the truth, but he’s the one who let his insecurities run wild instead of trusting that his boyfriend would never do something like that to him. 

“I'm so sorry, i’m an idiot”

“No, I'm the one who should be sorry. I broke our rule.”

“It’s okay. Promising no secrets might have been a little overboard anyway. How are we supposed to surprise each other on Christmas or birthdays with laws like that on the books?” Eddie joked.

Steve nodded in agreement, hesitantly shifting closer. He reached out a hand but left it hovering in the air, uncertain if his touch would be welcome.

“Are we okay?” Steve asked, softly.

“Yea baby, we’re okay.” Eddie smiled. “I would like to ask you one question though.”

“Sure, yes, anything.” Steve said, finally lowering his hand to Eddie’s hip and giving it a squeeze.

“Would you, Stevie, Do me the distinct honor of moving in with me?”

Steve giggled, settling in to cuddle on Eddie's chest. “I would love to move in with you.”

“Good. That’s settled then.” Eddie replied, dropping a kiss to the top of Steve’s head.

“Do you think Wayne will mind?”

“Not only will he not mind, but, I think if we ever broke up for real he would kick me out instead of you.”

“Well, I do cook and clean so…”

Eddie growled, pulling Steve on top of him, legs straddling his waist. He leaned up to capture Steve’s lips in a searing kiss, effectively ending the conversation.

-

They leave Steve's car behind and ride home together in the van. They’ll get it tomorrow. Neither of them are ready to let the other out of his sight quite yet. Wayne is still awake when they get home, he likes to keep the same sleeping schedule even on his days off. He’s happy that his boys have figured things out, thrilled in fact, now that it means Steve will be there full time. He also plans on investing in some high quality ear plugs and tells them as much, which of course causes both of them to turn alarming shades of red.

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You have a “growth”, and his name is Eddie.

Soft!Eddie Munson x GN! Reader

Warnings: Implied smut (no actual smut)

Overview: A cute morning with Eddie after being away from him.

AN: This is my first fan fic I am posting of Eddie! I have more to come as well, I hope you all like this cute fluffy one shot! <3

Word Count: 762

You and Eddie finally get together after you both confirmed your feelings for each other in a very drunken state at Steve’s house party a few months back.

Now you are both glued together, one isn’t far from the other. Always together, never apart for more than a day until you were. You were out on a family business trip, and unfortunately Eddie couldn’t come. Now you are back, he is clinging onto you for dear life.

The night you came home from the trip, Eddie was already waiting to pick you up to take you back to your second home, he missed you that much. In the morning, you woke up in-tangled with your boyfriend's tall frame and had to use the bathroom. After freeing most of your body, you left the bed but a pair of sleepy arms grabbed your waist.

“Where are you going.. it’s so warm and nice here.. please come back..” He pouted as his face was covered by most of his hair. “I haven’t been able to sleep like that in weeks..” He sounded so sad, sleepy that your heart melted.

You giggled, looking at him in awh and sat back into the bed. He gently rubbed your hip as he laid his head on the pillow, looking at you through his hair.

“I need to pee babe.. and food, I’ll cook us something real good..” You get up again, as he huffs slowly getting out of bed himself to light up a cigarette. You opened his bedroom door to see Wayne already up, as you slipped into the bathroom.

As you were leaving the bathroom, Eddie quickly reattached himself to your waist and his chin on your shoulder.

“Good morning, Wayne! Been a few weeks since I saw you last..” You chuckle as Eddie mumbled. It was probably about how long you were away for.

“Good morning, sweet. How did you sleep? and yeah, your father told me about his trip before you left.” Wayne said as he looked up from his newspaper.

He continued to say; “and I see you have a growth on you… called Eddie” He chucked at his joke as you do too. Eddie groans slightly, biting you a little.

“Hey now.. I know you are hungry but don’t bite me..”

“That’s not what you said last-” Eddie was cut off before he could continue.

“Breakfast! Would you like anything cooked? I was thinking of making waffles and pancakes” You offered Wayne as you reached a hand around to play with Eddie’s bedhead.

Wayne chuckled at the fact you shut down that statement, and how his nephew was acting like a cat with you petting his hair. You were also sure that he was gently purring like one too.

Wayne declined the polite offer as he was going out early this morning. Eddie’s position still holding your waist, looking at his uncle.

“Eddie baby, as much as I love you clinging onto me, I need to get ready for making our breakfast” He nodded and let go, sitting near his uncle as he fixed his bedhead.

You walked back into the bedroom to find your socks as you forgot to put them on before going to the toilet, as your feet were getting a little cold.

“I’m real happy for ya, Ed..” Wayne smiled at his nephew as he pats his back, getting up and heading for the door. “You treat ‘em well and keep ‘em. You only met someone like that once..” Eddie nodded and smiled.

“Oh, they are stuck with me until the end of time.” Wayne leaves the trailer as you came out from the bedroom with your socks on now. Eddie just looked at you, hungry but it wasn’t for food.

“Aww, is he gone now? I love talking to your uncle. It’s one of my favourite past times when you are still sleeping” You pouted, playing with the hem of the oversized Metallica t-shirt you stole as pyjamas.

Eddie wandered over to you, acting all innocent until he grabbed you by your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder. He kicked open his door, and flopped you onto the bed, pinning his arms over your head.

You yelped his name in surprise from the sudden moment but before you said anything else, he kissed you deeply. His hands were exploring your body like it was for the first time again.

“Now.. real breakfast time, your dungeon master is hungry..” He uses his leg to kick the bedroom door closed.

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-Steddie Coffee Shop AU-

Eddie walked into a coffee shop, after getting about, no sleep the night before. He usually made his own coffee but the coffee machine was broken at the trailer and neither he, nor Wayne had gotten around to fixing it. He also was way too tired to make coffee, let alone breakfast so he decided to come here instead.

It was a small coffee shop, even for Hawkins, but it was Eddie's favorite, maybe because it had the least amount of people. He walked through the door and the small bell rung above him. The lady at the counter greeted him as he walked toward her.

"Hey, what can I get you?" She said as she leaned on the counter.

"Robin Buckley?" Eddie questioned, he'd seen her in band at school.

"That's my name." She smiled and pointed to her name tag. She was about to ask something, most likely what Eddie had wanted to order, but before she could, she was called from the back.

"Just a minute!" She called back

"No," Her boss came out from the back and said "right now. I'll have Steve serve this guy."

"Sorry," She smiled, falsely "Steve will be here to take your order in just a moment, but I have to go take care of something." She turned and followed her boss, sighing dramatically.

Eddie waited there, wondering why this had to happen the morning he was so sleep deprived, for about a minute or two (2), until another employee came out. Eddie's jaw dropped

"Steve Harrington!" Eddie wasn't entirely sure why he was shocked, maybe because that was a super rich guy working in a bit of a dump, or just because that was Steve Harrington.

"Can I get you something or would you rather gawk?" Steve said irritably, clearly not having it that day either.

"Yeah sorry, just a black coffee, please."

"Mk, a dollar forty-five ($1.45)"

Eddie handed him a dollar, a quarter, two (2) dimes, and a nickel and when he put it in Steve's hand he looked up at Eddie, looked him right in the eyes.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes?" Eddie was confused, he gave Steve the exact amount, what had he done wrong

"Oh my god," Steve muttered under his breath "Whatever."

Eddie got his coffee and went to one of the tables next to a window, near the counter. Steve stood there, messing with the register, waiting for more customers to come in, but Eddie couldn't stop looking at him. Steve had changed since second semester of his senior year, Eddie knew that, but he seemed different, Eddie could feel it.

"You really like staring, huh?"

"Huh?"

"You like staring." Steve, who had walked up to the table Eddie was sitting at, said to him.

"Oh my god! I- I'm sorry, I guess I was blanking out and I was staring, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have blanked out, I-" Eddie panicked, and probably would've gone on forever if Steve hadn't interrupted

"It's fine. I don't really care."

"What? Wait... really?" Eddie was genuinely confused

"Yeah, it's whatever. You we're blanking out anyways so who cares." Steve said tiredly, and just then he closed his eyes and fell forward, toward Eddie, who caught him before Steve could hurt himself on the table or anything else.

"Steve? Steve you ok? Steeve?" Eddie shook Steve slightly.

Robin come out form the back to tell Steve that she could take the register again, when she saw him collapsed onto Eddie, who was still trying to wake Steve up. She ran over to them

"What happened?!"

"I- I don't know, he just came over here and then he, i dont know? Fell asleep?" Eddie looked up at Robin, brows furrowed.

"He needs to go home." Robin thought for a moment "Do you mind taking him? I dont get off for lunch for until 3, since it's summer." Robin explained

"Sure, you sure he wont freak out or something though?"

"Why would he?"

"Falling asleep at work and the next thing you know you're in your house with Eddie Munson? I'd freak out if i where him." Eddie brought up a good point so why was he on his way to the Harrington's house with Steve, asleep in his van.

When they got to Steve's house, Eddie shook him awake to get him out. Steve, half asleep, walked towards his front door, leaning on Eddie for support. They got to the door and Steve sleepily handed Eddie his house key, which he reluctantly took, and unlocked the door.

Steve pointed to the couch and Eddie helped him to get over to it to lay down. Steve was situated on the couch, so Eddie left the key on the coffee table and started toward the door.

"Don't go."

"What?"

Eddie turned around to see Steve sitting up, trying to get off the couch, though he was having a lot of trouble due to how tried he was. Eddie walked quickly over to the couch and sat Steve back down.

"Hey, you gotta get sleep, alright."

"Stay." Steve held Eddie's wrist

"What do you mean, Stevie?" Eddie's face softened

"Stay with me. Please."

Eddie smiled. "I'm here."

-The End-

AN: here's a ficlet since my Chrissy and Eddie is taking way longer than i thought it'd take :P but i need it to be perfect becuz theyre besties and stuff and i love them :> ALSO im very aware that this kinda steers away from the coffee shop idea lmao, but i hope u like it anyways :)

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☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon for eddie!

ty for sending this in!! this is a fun one!!

likes:

his favorite movie genre is horror, the gorier the better too (and he says he hates romance movies, BUT that's a lie and his guilty pleasure movies that you can pry from his cold dead hands (too soon? dfjksd jk jk he is ALWAYS alive and well in my mind <3) are when harry met sally and you've got mail (he's got a soft spot for meg ryan okay? she just GETS to him.) (also YES ik these movies come out way later but whO CARES HE'S ALIVE TO SEE THEM SO.)

his favorite food is lasagna, specifically the lasagna that wayne made for him the very first night eddie came to live with him. wayne isn't the best cook and he doesn't like to do it much, but if there's one thing he KNOWS in the kitchen it's how to make a damn good lasagna.

eddie also GREATLY enjoys breakfast for dinner, it is one of life's simple joys and he indulges in it whenever he can.

he also likes chaotic food combinations (e.g. syrup AND hot sauce on his scrambled eggs, bananas on his pizza, if he liked pickles (he doesn't) he'd be into pickles and peanut butter), also not a weird combination but he is definitely that bitch that dips his french fries in his ice cream/milkshakes.

he likes spicy food even though he cannot handle very much of it, but he refuses to let that stop him and he WILL suffer through it (and make it everyone's problem)

he likes tomatoes and steve hates tomatoes, so steve always asks for tomatoes on the side instead of no tomatoes completely so he can give them to eddie.

he loves to sleep in, the morning sun is a CURSE and waking him up before double digits on a weekend is something EVERYONE quickly learns NOT to do. the ONLY person that can get away with it (and even then, it's still rocky) is steve, and there are loooots of bribes involved.

eddie likes the color green most, but yellow is a close second (that only jumps to the top so quickly because of steve), and he also likes red a lot too. (he, of course, loves black too, but he IS a colorful bitch when he wants to be!! and he is full of surprises!)

halloween is his favorite holiday!! he loves to go all out and decorate and dress up and go through his queue of halloween movies and he enjoys handing out candy and seeing all of the cool costumes the kids are wearing too.

he loves metal music, obviously, but his music tastes vary greatly outside of metal too. contrary to popular belief he does genuinely like some of the kitschy bubblegum pop that steve likes to play, and he also has a soft spot for the more bluesy, folksy stuff that he grew up on. he ALSO is a not so secret dolly parton fan (thank you wayne, for that)

he likes it when people touch his hair, but only people he is comfortable with (i.e. steve, the girls, the party). he lets el and max braid his hair, likes it when robin scratches at his scalp when she can't keep her fingers still, and he always lets steve get his hands up in his mane — running his fingers through it when it's smooth, gently detangling after a show, curling his finger around a strand, tucking it behind his ear, gripping onto it and tugging when they're getting hot and heavy.

and, of course, his more obvious likes: metal music (duh), dnd (duh), lotr (duh), fantasy genre in general (duh).

dislikes:

waking up early (of course) lol. he'll do it if he absolutely has to but he WILL complain about it and he will NOT be a ray of sunshine.

he doesn't like organized sports of any kind — of the amateur or professional kind. phys ed fucking SUCKED and he refused to participate, and there is no WAY he would take any of that shit up by choice either. he does NOT follow or watch any professional teams either, and the superbowl/world series/nba championships/WHATEVER are his least favorite times of the year lol. THOUGH, he does end up making an exception to all of this for steve, because as much as he hates sports, he loves steve, and steve loves sports. so whenever steve wants to hit the court, eddie will go with him and he's absolutely shit at basketball, but it's actually not so bad when he's doing it with steve, or with the kids too. and same with watching sports, he doesn't understand the rules or really care too, but he loves how enthusiastic steve gets about it, and he'll jump up and cheer with steve when his team scores a touchdown or whatever (especially because steve's team winning means eddie's gets looots of excited, happy celebratory kisses lol)

in a similar vein, eddie hates running. he does NOT understand people who choose to do it for fun, he thinks they're masochists (and not the fun kind) and also have something wired wrong in their brains to make them actually enjoy that kind of physical activity. it's just so boring. BUT. he is whipped enough that every time steve (who IS one of those weirdos that enjoys running — and seriously, eddie haaad to go and fall in love with a jock what is wrong with him??) wakes him up with the sun, somehow already so awake and far too peppy for this hour, and asks him sooo sweetly to join him on his morning jog, eddie just does not know how to say no, no matter how much he wants to.

eddie also does not like houseplants. not because he dislikes plants, but because he is SHIT at taking care of plants. like, no matter what he does, no matter how hard he tries, every single plant he has ever owned has died on him. he's even managed to kill a succulent. so yeah, he has the opposite of a green thumb and he and houseplants just Do Not mesh, so he Does Not like them.

he dislikes pickles GREATLY. thinks they're fucking disgusting (and he's RIGHT). he also hates raisins because "why the FUCK would i eat a raisin if i could eat a grape?? why would someone suck the juice out of a grape and leave the skin?? that's nasty! no one likes that!!"

he also haaaates it when people try to gatekeep music. he thinks people should be allowed to listen to and enjoy whatever music they want, and they can be as big or as little of a fan as they want too. people don't need to dedicate their whole entire lives to the metal scene in order to like black sabbath or metallica or judas priest. if someone likes a couple of their songs that's fucking cool and that's it. if it's something they're passionate about then that's fucking rad or if it's something they aren't ridiculously into but can appreciate that's cool too. it doesn't make anyone more or less of a fan. he also hates it when people criticize other people's music tastes. like, there's nothing wrong with some gentle ribbing about someone's music taste, but the second it turns from lighthearted teasing to GENUINELY trashing someone for the music they listen to he gets reeeeeal mad about that. because who the fuck cares what kind of music a person listens to and loves?? the fact that they found something they're passionate about is all that matters. and there's no need to be dicks about that.

eventually (not for a while, but it Does happen later in life), he too has to get glasses and he Does Not like them, but every time he starts to complain about them and call them stupid and ugly steve tells him he's not allowed to like them on him and hate them on himself, especially since they drive steve just as crazy as steve's glasses drive eddie. that helps, that definitely helps.

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i'm onto you

It may be Halloween, but it's also...@simplebtromance's birthday!!! You've been here with me pretty much since the beginning, and you deserve so much more than this ficlet, but I hope you love this anyway! We've had many a discussion about queer Wayne, so this is just a little something for you to sip on as a birthday treat 💖

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Wayne liked to think he couldn’t be rattled, not since Eddie “died” and showed up on his doorstep being held up by Steve Harrington and Dustin Henderson looking like he hadn’t slept in a week and hadn’t showered for even longer.

But walking into his trailer to see Steve Harrington wrapped up in Eddie’s arms on his couch did startle him a bit.

It’s not like Steve was a stranger, not since he’d explained some of what happened to Eddie with certain looks that told him he wasn’t able to say more, please don’t ask, please accept what I’m telling you as the full truth and nothing but the truth. But he’d only been over when the kids were over, hanging back and watching them have fun with Eddie with a soft smile on his face.

Wayne noticed, he always noticed. But he didn’t really think much of it until now.

Steve was lying on top of Eddie, head on his chest and hand gripping his shirt like a lifeline. His face was relaxed, though, lips parted as he breathed shallowly. Eddie’s arms were wrapped around his back, hands not quite gripping, but clearly holding him tight.

It could be nothing.

It could just be that both of these boys had seen things that most wouldn’t understand and found solace in each other.

It could be that they didn’t mean to fall asleep like this.

It could be that they were exploring something together.

Wayne smiled to himself when Steve’s hand loosened, falling away from Eddie’s shirt. Eddie’s arms tightened briefly, his head turning so that his face buried more into Steve’s hair.

He walked towards his bedroom with the same fond smile on his face.

– – – – – –

It wasn’t the first time Wayne was woken up by the sound of loud music playing, but it was definitely the first time that it was the sound of Blondie blasting through the speakers of Eddie’s boombox.

His alarm clock said that it was almost ten in the morning, so he couldn’t be too mad. Six hours of sleep was more than he got for years, and from the sounds of it, Steve was still here and probably making them breakfast.

He’d done that a lot when Eddie was healing, unable to do much other than walk to the bathroom when he needed to and eat in his bed. Wayne was grateful for it, for Steve.

When he walked into the kitchen, he froze.

Eddie was sitting on the counter, Steve standing between his legs.

Kissing.

He considered turning around and pretending he hadn’t seen it, figured they’d both come to him when they were ready to acknowledge whatever they were.

But when he heard a quiet moan, he had to let them know he was there.

“Mornin’ boys.”

They jumped apart quickly, Steve turning towards the pan on the stove full of bacon with an obvious flush covering the back of his neck.

Eddie jumped off of the counter and tried to hide Steve’s discomfort.

“Hey. Sorry, we didn’t mean to wake you up,” Eddie started tugging on the ends of his hair, his nervous habit from childhood, even before his hair was this long.

“Music’s kinda loud. It’s okay though. Whatcha makin’?” He asked, pretending everything was normal, not pointing out that he’d just walked in on them making out in the kitchen.

“Bacon,” Steve’s shaking voice came from behind Eddie. “Fried eggs. Toast with peanut butter or jelly.”

“Sounds great,” Wayne said, walking to the coffee pot to grab a cup of coffee, smiling to himself when he realized that one of them had started a fresh pot not too long ago.

He snuck a glance at Steve, who looked like he was going to start crying any moment.

And that just didn’t sit right.

He didn’t want Steve to ever feel uncomfortable here, whether he was here as a friend to Eddie or more.

He set his mug back down without taking a sip and gently pushed Eddie aside to tug Steve into a hug.

Steve tensed in his arms for a moment, then relaxed, a shaky breath leaving him as Wayne rubbed his back.

“You’re allowed to be happy here, Steve. You don’t gotta tell me anything you don’t wanna, but you’re safe in this house. You and Ed both,” he said softly against the top of Steve’s head.

He was reminded of a similar discussion he’d had with Eddie when he was 14, when he’d been caught kissing an older boy when Wayne came home early from a shift at the plant. The boy ran, and Eddie had locked himself in his room for 15 minutes, furiously packing. When he opened the door to see Wayne leaning against the wall next to the door, unimpressed look on his face, he froze.

“Goin’ somewhere?” he’d asked him.

“You won’t want me to stay now, right?” Eddie had tried to sound confident, emotionless, but he was failing.

“Be a bit hypocritical of me to kick ya out for kissin’ a boy when I’ve got a boyfriend, wouldn’t it?”

Eddie unpacked, and they talked for a bit about Wayne’s boyfriend, Eddie being gay, and how he’d always be safe in Wayne’s house.

Steve had clearly never been given that kind of comfort, maybe hadn’t even had the chance to find that comfort in his own home. Wayne could give that to him.

“You don’t care that I’m, that we-” Steve started, almost immediately getting shushed by Wayne.

“Son, I’ve known Ed’s gay for years and if you think I wasn’t onto you the day you brought him to me half dead, I dunno what to tell ya.”

Eddie was standing to the side, watching quietly. Wayne didn’t need to see his face to know he was grateful.

“Sorry we kinda defiled the kitchen,” Steve finally said as he pulled away.

“Kissin’ ain’t defiling anything.”

Steve blushed again, wiped his eyes as he turned back to where the bacon was probably about to burn.

“No it’s not.”

Wayne paused as he thought about the phrasing of Steve’s response.

He looked over at Eddie, who was conveniently pouring his own cup of coffee. He didn’t even like coffee.

“My one and only rule is that you clean up after…whatever it is you’ve done to defile the shared space,” Wayne smirked. “I’d prefer it stays in the bedroom, though, kay?”

“Yes, sir,” Steve agreed, not making eye contact.

“Got it,” Eddie replied.

Any leftover awkwardness disappeared when Wayne tried to reach directly into the still sizzling pan to grab a piece of bacon, only to be swatted away by Steve.

“You’ll burn yourself!” Steve shook his head. “Now I see where Eddie gets it.”

“Hey!” Eddie protested. “I do not reach into still cooking pans! I wait until the food is on a plate before I burn myself!”

“My apologies. You’re just an idiot later,” Steve rolled his eyes, but the fondness in his tone gave away how much he cared about Eddie.

– – – – – –

Wayne started seeing Steve more often, usually wrapped in Eddie’s arms or holding his hand, or watching him play guitar.

He spent the night more often than not, and Wayne sometimes overheard his yelling when he had a nightmare.

Eddie explained to him that they’d gotten better, but he’d probably always have nights where the monsters made an appearance, and unfortunately, getting him out of the nightmare was pretty difficult.

If Wayne was awake already, he usually brought a cup of tea to Eddie’s room and gave them both a quick kiss on the head.

He also made them breakfast most mornings, liked cooking for them, experimenting with new recipes and finding interesting flavor combinations.

After a few months of this, Wayne suggested he look into culinary school.

“There’s a place in Indy, I know one of the chefs there. He’d probably be able to help ya get started,” Wayne said around a bite of his peach pancakes with vanilla syrup.

“I dunno if I can do much besides breakfast and desserts,” Steve shrugged, looking down at his plate. “Plus, Indy’s too far to be driving back and forth every day. I still have to work.”

“Not if you live there. And you could probably work at a restaurant in the evenings.”

Eddie watched them both, unreadable expression on his face.

“Maybe.”

“You know, there’s a few bars there that I could play at. A record shop that probably would hire me,” Eddie chipped in casually, taking a bite of his pancake.

“What?” Steve asked.

“Yeah. I mean, we’d need to find somewhere cheap, but we could swing it. I’ve got some money still from the government.”

“Yeah, but-”

Eddie’s fork clinked against his plate when he set it down.

“Stevie. Do you want to try?”

Wayne watched them watch each other, small smile forming as he started to understand their silent conversation.

“Only if it’s with you, baby,” Steve finally said.

“Then we’ll go this weekend to check it out.”

– – – – – – – –

Wayne got to watch them choose each other.

He watched them choose a life outside of Hawkins.

He watched them choose a future where they could have a happiness he could only dream of.

They came to visit often, and invited Wayne to their apartment almost as often.

They even brought him to one of their favorite bars, known for being a safe place for queer people, where he struck up a conversation with one of the bartenders, Larry.

And then he got to choose a life outside of Hawkins too.

One that led to more happiness than he could have pictured for himself.

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