missing eddie munson hours so i made a little blurb ♡
edit: okay maybe it’s a big blurb…
- takes place after s5 ! -
Eddie Munson was always sweet.
Despite his so-called bad reputation, he was never anything less than perfect to you. Even if the world was seemingly against him, you remained his one good thing.
By the time you turned twenty, the world had already ended once, or had come close to it, and your lover’s name had been mostly, if not completely cleared, thanks to Hopper.
You and Eddie had spent time with his uncle after the world had nearly almost ended, it being a team effort to help rebuild a home that had been destroyed—a home that was originally just Eddie Munson and his uncle, though had included you with ease when you were introduced in Eddie’s life.
Rebuilding the trailer… or even the idea of buying a new one after armageddon was… pricey, to say the least. Though, your parents, with Harrington-level money, had stepped in, and had ended up helping the Munsons with buying a comfortable-sized house, despite Wayne’s initial denial for help.
The new home had been technically meant to be just for Wayne, with you and Eddie having plans envisioned for your semi-soon future in finding a place for the two of you, together.
Though… as much as the thought had thrilled the both of you, the act of being sidetracked had quickly stepped in and settled.
Smoke curled up from the pan in thin streams, Eddie jumping back like the stove had personally offended him, wooden spatula still clutched in his hand. “I didn’t do anything!”
“Eddie Munson, you absolutely did!” you shot back, rushing forward to turn the burner down before the entire kitchen went up with it. “Jesus—why is it black?”
“It’s not black,” he argued, squinting at it. “It’s… it’s dark.”
You stared at him, baffled, concerned by his lack of cooking skill.
He hesitated. “…Okay, it might be a little black.”
A sigh left you, somewhere between exasperated and amused as you carefully grabbed the pan from him. “You can’t just leave it on high and walk away, pretty. You gotta watch it so this doesn’t happen.”
“I didn’t walk away,” he said defensively. “I was… monitoring.”
You huffed a laugh despite yourself, shaking your head as you scraped whatever was left of the food out of the pan. “Your instincts are going to burn your uncle’s new house down on his day off.”
At that, Eddie winced slightly, glancing toward the hallway like his uncle might appear at any second.
“Okay, in my defense,” he started, lowering his voice, “he said he wanted to relax today. I’m helping.”
“By cooking,” he corrected.
You turned to look at him, one eyebrow raised.
He grinned—crooked, unapologetic, a little sheepish at the edges.
And still, oh-so sweet. Yours.
You could only sigh, rolling your eyes, though your shoulders relaxed as you began to further clean up the mess he had made, murmuring,
“C’mon, pretty. I’ll teach you.”
The kitchen felt warm again.
Not just from the blazing stove this time.
Eddie stood a little too close behind you, arm brushing your own every time you reached for something, his attention split between what you were saying and the way your hands moved—a little more strangely aware of the injuries still healing on his body from the aftermath of armageddon—
—the pull in his side when he shifted just a little too fast. The dull ache that hadn’t fully left yet, lingering reminders of everything that had happened—everything he’d made it through.
He didn’t mention it, didn’t really need to, as you knew. Were always careful, always knowing with him, his state of being.
But it was there, in the way he leaned just slightly into you, like grounding himself without thinking. Like your presence made the sharp edges of it all a little easier to ignore.
“Okay,” you said, tapping the spatula lightly against the pan. “Medium heat. Not high. Not whatever you did before.”
“I told you, that was instinct.”
“Uh, your instinct is dangerous.”
“Wow,” he muttered. “And here I thought this was a safe space.”
You huffed a quiet laugh, nudging him gently with your hip. “Just watch me, Eds.”
For once, Eddie actually did.
He leaned in just enough to see, chin nearly brushing your shoulder, before finally resting there, eyes following your movements with a focus that would’ve been impressive if you didn’t know him better.
A comfortable silence settled between the both of you, just momentarily broken by the quiet sound of him kissing your shoulder, then the action being returned with a quick, gentle kiss against the side of his head, before—
“Well,” a voice drawled from the doorway, “I’ll be damned.”
You didn’t jump, but you did glance up, already knowing who it was before you even turned.
Wayne stood there, one shoulder resting against the doorframe, arms loosely crossed over his chest. He looked like he’d been there for a second—long enough to take in the scene, long enough for something small and knowing to settle into his expression.
Eddie straightened immediately, like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Hey—uh—didn’t hear you get up.”
Wayne hummed. “Didn’t think I needed to announce it.”
Your lips pressed together slightly, fighting a smile as you turned back to the stove, giving Eddie just enough time to recover.
“Morning, Wayne,” you said instead, tone easy. “We’re making breakfast.”
Wayne glanced at the pan, then at the faint trace of smoke still lingering in the air.
“Smells like it,” he said dryly.
Eddie scoffed. “Okay, that was one time—”
“Five minutes ago,” you cut in.
“—and it’s under control now,” he finished, pointedly ignoring you.
Wayne’s gaze shifted between the two of you.
Not intrusive, just observant—observant on the way his nephew hovered close to you, like he couldn’t quite help it. The way you moved around the kitchen like you’d been there longer than you technically had. The quiet rhythm the two of you had slipped into without thinking.
It didn’t go unnoticed—never did, not to Wayne Munson.
“Hm,” Wayne muttered, pushing off the doorframe and stepping further into the kitchen. “Didn’t know I had a chef in the house.”
“You don’t,” Eddie said quickly. “She won’t let me touch anything.”
“Because you’ll burn it,” you added.
Wayne snorted softly at that, reaching for a mug from the cabinet without asking where it was—because he didn’t have to.
“Smart girl,” he said, almost to himself.
Eddie rolled his eyes, but there was no real bite to it. “Yeah, yeah. Everybody’s against me.”
You quietly giggled underneath your breath, continuing to cook. “You’re learning now. That’s enough.”
“Wow,” he said, mock-offended. “High praise.”
Wayne leaned against the counter now, quiet again, watching the two of you for a moment longer.
There was something softer in it this time—settled, content.
Wayne took a slow sip of his coffee, gaze lingering just a second longer before he looked away, giving you both the space like he always did.
“…You two make enough for three?” he asked casually.
“Yuh-huh.” You hummed, smiling, though not looking away from what you were doing still. “Wouldn’t let you starve off of Eddie’s charcoal.”
Eddie scoffed immediately. “Okay—first of all—”
Wayne huffed into his coffee.
This was going to be a long morning.
Time had soon passed, eventually, as it tends to do, and the day was a comfortable, lazy blur.
Now it was just the two of you in Eddie’s room, your cheek against his chest as you comfortably curled up against his side, the room smelling faintly of the Cherry Sandalwood incense you had brought over when helping the Munsons first settle into the new space, and the heavy blend of weed, cigarettes, and the cheap cologne you surprisingly convinced him to buy.
His free hand slowly rubbed over your hip, the other holding a lit joint he lazily smoked as he leaned back against the headboard of his bed, eyes half-lidded, taking in the rhythm of you and the soft hum of the bedroom.
Your voice was low, slow, half-breathed, the kind of sleepy tone that made him want to freeze time. “Y’know… a few of my friends and I… we’re thinking about getting a house soon. You know, one near campus.” You nuzzled a little closer, eyes half-closed, not moving a muscle against his chest. “Was thinking… maybe… having you live with us, pretty.”
Eddie froze mid-drag on his blunt, the smoke curling lazily upward, and let out a quiet, incredulous laugh. “Wait… what?”
“Mm,” you hummed, a small smile brushing your lips without lifting your head. “Mhm. Could make it work. Jus’ have you be in my room. Share a bed.”
He blinked, trying to wrap his mind around the words, the casual confidence in your tone making it somehow worse—like he’d been invited into this plan of yours, not just dragged along. “You… you mean that? Like… serious?”
“Mhm.” You quietly hummed, the sound being all you could manage as you grew sleepier by the second while continuing to rest where you lay.
He let out a quiet scoff, tilting his head as he tried to process the idea, his free hand brushing lazily over your arm. “Wow… okay. That’s… that’s kinda perfect,” he murmured, voice rough and warm. “I mean… sure, I don’t have a degree or dorm life, but…” He shifted slightly, leaning back against the headboard, eyes softening. “…I’d like that. A lot.”
You hummed again, a small smile pressing into his chest without moving, barely coherent but enough to make him chuckle. “Mhm.”
His eyes slowly drifted down towards you at that, staying quiet for a moment, before reaching over to put out his blunt, a quiet sigh escaping his calmed, hazy mind as he brought you closer.
“You know,” he murmured, voice rough but soft, “you really know how to make a guy forget everything else.” His fingers traced lightly along your side, careful, like you might vanish if he touched too hard.
You let out a soft hum, not moving, just nuzzling a little deeper into him. “S’okay,” you mumbled, a yawn escaping your lips.
Eddie chuckled softly, low and warm, tilting his head so his forehead rested just above yours. “S’okay, huh?” he murmured, voice rough but fond. “Don’t think I’m not gonna notice how tired you are.”
A soft hum escaped you, sleepy and hesitant at first, barely more than a vibration against his chest.
He only sighed, a fond thing as he brought you closer, a kiss pressed atop your head, “C’mon, baby. Time for bed.”
Careful not to jostle you, he shifted so you could curl fully against him, one arm around your back, the other tracing lazy circles along your side. Your hum deepened, sleepy and content, and with that, he pressed another kiss to the crown of your head, content to lay in the darkened room with you.
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