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written for the @steddiemicrofic prompt ‘pool’
wc: 442 | rated: G | cw: none
He should be used to this by now. Eddie was never where he said he would be when he said he would be. It wasn’t at all a surprise that Eddie hadn't turned up to meet him from work.
Normally the work phone would ring ten minutes later and apologies would be abundant.
It was rare that Steve had to go on a recon mission.
But today was one of the days where he found himself driving towards the edge of town. Towards the outskirts of the woods and to the Munson house.
Wayne was in his chair out on the front porch. The broken remnants of his and Eddie's mug collection in the box by his feet as he painstakingly continued on his mission to fix all the broken shards back together. They would never hold liquid again. But each one that Wayne lovingly repaired came with a story . A tale from the vast pool of memories that he and Eddie had created together as a family. Eddie cringed and hid behind his hair as Wayne regaled them with anecdotes of Eddie eating bugs, or how they got one mug after Eddie kissed a girl and she slapped him in shock. (I was eight Steve, no it wasn't last week. Yes it was the Garfield mug her mom had made her get him a gift to apologise) and sue him he was an enabler. He placed the tubes of epoxy resin down on the table next to Wayne's current project. The older man didn't look up, just nodded towards the back yard.
Steve didn't take it as a slight. That was just who Wayne was.
When he got to the back yard there wasn't any sign of Eddie.
"Eddie?"
A gentle knock came from the decking below.
"Ed?" Another knock.
Steve didn't even try and work out what his friend was up to, Eddie's eccentricities were endearing as long as you didn't try and understand them.
Jumping down into the knee high grass Steve ducked into the crawl space.
He found Eddie lying on his back between the spider webs and the wooden foundations.
Steve panicked, right up until he saw the balls of kitten pooled together on Eddie's chest.
"They have taken me into the litter, it's illegal for me to move sweetheart."
Steve couldn't argue with that.
Just like he couldn't argue with the name he finally put to the weird feeling in his chest. Maybe he would tell Eddie how he felt today. Maybe Eddie already knew.
It might be time to buy Wayne a new mug .
This was bound to be very a good memory
#steddie#steddiemicroficjuly#stranger things#eddie munson#steve harrington#steve x eddie#eddie/steve#wayne munson#the Garfield mug#yeah it gets a tag
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I got THE MUG HEHEHEHEHE
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I FOUND ONE OF THE LEAD GARFIELD MUGS YAYYYYYYYY
so deeply in love with him. the faded paint tells me he is well loved (he has given someone else lead poisoning already)
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soft and mushy...... just like mashed potatoes................
#stranger things#steddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#art#fanart#sketches#i hate drawing kisses this is unreasonably hard#sacrifices I make for those two#unimaginable#also starring#garfield mug from munson's trailer
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“Evening, sir.”
It’s the Harrington boy. Again.
“I told you, son, it’s Wayne,” he manages a smile, harder to do these days, like chipping it out of cement and dusting it off. But he gets it done.
Steve doesn’t have the Henderson boy with him today, that’s a first.
“Where’s the curly one?” He steps aside, letting Steve into the trailer door, more rickety than before. No money left to fix it after repairing the bulk of the earthquake damage.
“Dustin? He doesn’t wanna watch the game, and trust me, you don’t wanna listen to that kid complaining the whole time,” Steve walks by, sorta chuckling to himself, “I always miss the replay ‘cause he makes me change the channel to those D&D cartoons during the commercials, just like—”
He stops in front of the couch, looking over his shoulder at Wayne like he’s afraid he messed up somehow. Wayne noticed that look often from him, less and less, but still often. All that confidence he carries can drop on a dime, sorta reminded him of—
“Like Ed?”
“Yeah. Sorry.”
“S’alright. I don’t mind talking about him if you want,” Wayne manages another concrete smile, but he means it. Steve always waits for him to bring up Eddie first, like he doesn’t want to remind him if it ain’t on his mind, but Wayne likes to be reminded. It’s nice to feel like he’s not the only one missing him. “But the game was yesterday and y’know the cable’s out.”
“Yep, got it covered. I uh, I taped it,” Steve fishes a VHS tape from his back pocket. Fancy. Wayne would worry about him using that for his sake, but he has a feeling Steve’s folks aren’t around enough to notice.
“The Colts win?”
Steve flips the tape around, “Haven’t watched it, so we can bet on it if you’re feeling lucky.”
It doesn’t feel so dry and heavy when Wayne laughs a bit then, waving Steve to go ahead and start up the TV. He already caught the game on the radio, but he bets on the Colts anyway. Loser’s supposed to do the dishes after they scrounge together some soup, but Steve does them anyway.
Wayne would make a stink about it but he can tell Steve just wants to help, to feel like he’s helping. Same thing when the Henderson boy comes around to see him, wanting to hear all the stories, even the scary ones. So Wayne doesn’t mind letting Eddie’s friends feel like they’re helping him.
His nephew didn’t have many friends. Real, cover-your-six kinda friends. The boys he played his music with, they’ve come by a couple times, Wayne always liked Jeff despite the racket. That older fella that’s doing time now, Wayne wasn’t too fond of. And some of Eddie’s dungeon buddies he talked about were the only few.
Now, casual acquaintances? Anybody who didn’t have anywhere else to sit when he had an empty spot at his table? Sure, Eddie had those in spades.
His boy was good at that, putting on a good old show for his crowd, on a stage to keep his distance. That damn Al did him in good, never could trust easily, having his old man pop up and drag him into his mess before he took off again. And Eddie’s poor momma would’ve done right by him, if she hadn’t gotten sick so young.
Took Wayne a long time to get Eddie to depend on him, to trust this was his place to stay and he didn’t have to earn it, Wayne wasn’t just filling his head to scheme something out of him.
Love ain’t a transaction that way. He wasn’t ever any good at saying it, but he tried to show Eddie the best he could.
His boy though, always carried a debt with him. Like he owed Wayne something for taking him in, had to graduate quick and make it outta here, do something with the better life he gave him. Al dug him in so deep, Eddie stayed roped into whatever his latest scheme was (the cars, the dealing, the gambling, thank God Eddie wasn’t there when the goddamn robbery went wrong, 25 to life) like maybe it’d be enough to keep him from running off again.
The odds have never been in favor of people like them, poor folk in a town that’s stuck in its ways, where everybody’s just like their old man, but Al made his choices and Wayne made his. Rest their mother’s soul, she did her best. Part of Wayne was relieved when Al got locked up, at least Wayne had a better chance of keeping Eddie from going down the same path, try to raise him right.
Being a Munson wasn’t a crime. He didn’t owe a darn thing to anybody. Eddie could graduate at his own pace, play whatever games and music he wanted, dress however, that didn’t mean he was up to no good. And a lot of boys get into dealing for a little easy extra money around here, he was gonna grow out of that just like Wayne did.
It worked until all this mess.
That’s why Eddie ran off after what happened to the poor Cunningham girl. He gets spooked when something goes wrong, like it’ll be the last straw he can’t make up for so he runs off. Like the first time he didn’t make senior year, went and hid out with that Rick fella that Wayne never did like, got Eddie deep into that business he tried to keep a secret.
‘Course Wayne knew. He knows exactly what and where his boy hides. If those damn cops weren’t tailing him, he would’ve gone straight to get him.
That was before he knew it would turn into all of this. Now he wishes he would’ve done it anyway. Gone right to Eddie, told him it wasn’t his fault that everything got all turned upside down. Told him he knew he was innocent right from the get-go, and got him away from this rotten old town.
But he didn’t.
He didn’t go get his boy.
So now he’s just trying to be there for Eddie’s boys, since he can’t.
“You have a night shift tonight right? Gonna put on a pot of coffee,” Steve says once he’s finished up the dishes.
Wayne hums. There’s usually more noise going on during these visits. Steve’s still alright at carrying on, even without the Henderson boy’s chatter to fill any gaps.
It was strange, the first time the two of them showed up. Wayne knew Eddie was close with Dustin, but he didn’t have a clue that he was chumming it up with the Harrington boy. Just don’t seem like the same type of company. He might not believe it if it weren’t so obvious that Steve cared about his boy. He suspected before, but now with Steve showing up here alone, he knows.
Steve misses Eddie in a different sorta way than Dustin.
“No cream or sugar, right?” Steve looks humored by that as he passes the mug of black coffee to him, “How are you related to Eddie again?”
Wayne’s mouth turns upward, remembering his nephew’s god awful sweet tooth. He picked up a box of Honeycombs the other day in the store out of habit. “Just happened to be standin’ there when they beamed him down.”
That gets a good chuckle out of Steve. Nothing wistful weighing it down and Wayne’s glad, watching Steve pour himself a cup of coffee too.
Then bitter-sweetness swirls in his chest, seeing the mug that Steve chose for himself. Must’ve dug it out from one of the boxes Wayne hadn’t hung back on the walls yet. The earthquake did a number on his collection. That Garfield one was the only one he’d gotten around to gluing back together.
“What is it?” Steve asks, cup paused at his mouth.
“Ah nothin’ just,” Wayne waves it off, “That’s the mug Ed always used.”
“Oh, I can use a diff—”
“Nah, nah go ‘head. It’s fine.”
Unconvinced, Steve takes a wary sip.
Mostly these days, Wayne just feels like a watch without a ticker, a chest with nothing beating inside it. He can’t name the feeling he has at seeing Eddie’s old mug being used by someone else, but at least it’s something.
“Y’know, he used to put everything in that sucker. Soda pop, soup, cereal, you name it,” Wayne shakes his head, mouth twitching into a smile, “I’d have to wrestle it away from him just to give it a good washing. It’s well loved, alright. Leaks now.”
As if on cue, Steve has to grab a napkin to sit underneath it.
Wayne lets out an amused hum, “He uh— Didn’t have much stability ‘fore he came to live with me, so he’d get real attached to things like that.”
Carried around a stuffed dragon they picked up at a garage sale ‘til Wayne couldn’t sew the wings back on anymore. Never wanted to throw anything away. Got real anxious about Wayne going to work sometimes, even when he was too old for a sitter. Held onto him saying “Stay home just today, Dad, please.” Which, he didn’t mind Eddie calling him that. It always softened him up, made him give in. Wishes now that he’d told Eddie upfront. Maybe he never would’ve stopped.
“Thought for sure he’d marry that damn guitar one day.”
Steve nearly sputters his coffee, laughing at that, “Yeah, those two are made for each other.”
It’s nice, seeing the way that story lit Steve up. Sorta like his boy can still make someone happy. Hurts like hell that he ain’t here to do it himself, but Wayne was always good at telling stories. That’s where Eddie learned it from.
“I’m uh,” Steve deflates after a minute, looking down at the mug, “God, I’m just really sorry, Wayne.”
“Yeah. I’m sorry too, Steve,” he says, because, well.
Wayne gets the feeling that his boy was Steve’s boy too.
Read the rest on Ao3
#it’s the full version of the garfield mug fic from forever ago#this has the happiest ending on ao3 i promise#linked at the bottom#steddie#rueswriting#eddie munson#steve harrington#wayne munson#steddie fic#temporary grieving#temporary mcd
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Found a complete set of the poisonous Garfield mugs
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Christmas presents 💝
Saw this shirt on my timeline earlier so this happened…
#steddie#stranger things fanart#eddie munson#Steve harrington#steve x eddie#garfield the cat#garfield mug#eddie munson art#steve harrington art#stranger things#christmas#procreate art
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I went into Law class and started painting a ceramic Garfield mug. My Law teacher got really upset with me and told me to put it away. I didn't and continued painting and got paint everywhere and he just stared at me.
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what if we drink out of the 1978 radioactive garfield mug together?????????????
#gar(ule)field#196#r/196#garfield#/r/196#garfeild#garfield meme#garfield the cat#garfield mug#garfield 1978 radioactive mug#weird shit
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Garfsta sparkle on its Wednesday!!
But is my future mug design hdbdbdbdbdb
Now waiting for 2 months to get my mug with garfsta
#Yea I spent LIEK 4 hours to do a GARFIELD mista mug DESING#I NEED IT#jjba#nothingbizzare art#jojo bizarre adventure#guido mista#jojo no kimyou na bouken#vento aureo#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojos bizarre adventure#jjba part 5#jjba golden wind#jjba vento aureo#golden wind#jjba fanart#I guess#hdbdhdhdhhdhf LMAO#Now waiting some months to get my mug
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Summer, 1989. A little piece of the sun.
more steddyification of pinterest pics
#eddie munson#steddie#steve harrington#steddie fanart#i will draw eddie with bacne till the day i die#fight me#also sunburn on his shoulders#bc im pale and autistic and hate the sensory of suncream and im projecting here#eddie munson's scars#eddie munson's garfield mug#fanart#i so rarely do backgrounds but i tried okay#art#illustration#digital art#stranger things#stranger things 4#steve harrington/eddie munson#this is also inspired by a part of my fic that hasn't been published yet so no spoilers but they're in love your honour#eddie munson fanart#jam draws stuff
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found two of these bad boys at goodwill today (obv I got them) (they have so much lead in them)
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Shout out to my father for the best present!!
No joke I literally love my Garfield McDonald’s mugs
They’re my children
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Eddie eats just the marshmallows from the Lucky Charms box. Like all of them. Stuffs the puffed wheat in its plastic bag back into the box. And acts like nothing is amiss.
Steve wakes up one morning to find the marshmallow-less cereal and isn’t even fazed. He just pours it into a bowl, mutters, “Of course.”
Eddie peers over his Garfield mug waiting for Steve to yell.
But Steve just sits at the table and starts to eat his cereal.
This makes Eddie nervous. His leg bounces under the table as he watches Steve eat. As he watches Steve flip through the newspaper. As Steve drinks his coffee, seemingly ignoring the lack of marshmallows.
And when Steve still hasn’t said anything even when his bowl is almost empty, Eddie leans across the table and says, as if it explains everything, “They’re magically delicious.”
And Steve rolls his eyes, happiness heavy in his blood, “So now I have magic-less cereal, Eds?”
Eddie smirks, “Babe, I’m all the magic you need.”
#stranger things#steve x eddie#eddie munson#steve harrington#garfield mug#cereal#marshmallow#breakfast#steddie#lucky charms#magically#delicious#ficlet#fanfic#good morning
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