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Nightmares

Summary: After the events of s4 (Eddie makes it) you keep having nightmares. One night you wake up in a panic but don’t want Eddie to get up so you go outside to smoke. Wayne is also outsideso you and him have a little heart to heart.

Pairing: Wayne munson x G/N reader (platonic, reader is dating Eddie)(no physical descriptions, no gendered descriptions besides from feminine pet names: sweetheart, doll etc.)

Word count: 1444

Warnings: PTSD, hurt/comfort, mentions of death, smoking.

A/N: Okay I know that Wayne has no clue about the upside down but let’s just say he’s been all caught up. (Reader is the groups former dm so was involved since s1)

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Eddie barely made it out alive from the upside down. He had basically been eaten alive by the demobats after giving the most metal concert in history. That was when you and Dustin found him, all bloody and barely breathing, you both thought he was a goner. That was until Steve, Nancy and Robin came back from defeating Vecna and saving Hawkins (which they achieved) to find you and Dustin sobbing over a mostly gone Eddie. Steve had managed to drag Eddie’s almost lifeless frame through the gate and into the trailer where they drove to the nearest hospital. After a few days of worrying that he wouldn’t survive, everyone’s prayers had been answered when Eddie fluttered his heavy eyes open.

After catching him up with what had happened while he’d been out, you both went back to his trailer where Wayne was waiting nervously for the return of his beloved nephew and caught him up. Everything from when you had to babysit a newly found russian girl for your dnd club to Eddies near death experience. He surprisingly took it quite well (after he’d been given a minute to let it sink in), said he ‘wasn’t shocked that a small town like Hawkins was so cursed’. In just a few days (thanks to Hopper being back) his name had been cleared, everyone still hated him, still called him a ‘freak’, ‘murderer’ and ‘satan’ but he was a free man at least.

Finally Eddie was able to doze off, although you’d bet all your money that the lightest tap on his shoulder or a whisper of a breeze would wake him. Deciding to try and get some sleep, you cuddled into his side (mindful of his tender scars) and shut your eyes. When you had finally got to sleep that’s when it began.

“No, NO! Eddie no, please wake up!” His lifeless body lay on the floor, Dustin was nowhere to be found.

“C’mon Eddie, we saved you! Me and Dustin saved you! Please Eddie stop! WAKE UP!”

You sobbed and sobbed over his corpse. This can’t be happening. Steve had carried him through the gate. He was fine. You had saved him and stopped Vecna. But what if that was a dream and this was the reality? What if Eddie was actually dead? What if you had failed.

The thoughts grew louder and louder, pounding away all of the hope you had left of Eddie ever waking up. Of ever being happy without him.

“C’mon. STEVE!? NANCE!? ROB!? ANYONE PLEASE HELP!!”

The pleas for help were no use. He was gone, your Eddie. Gone.

Jumping from the bed, you woke up. A cold sweat sitting on your skin, chest rapidly rising. Taking in all your surroundings, you realised you were in Eddie’s room. ‘It was just a nightmare.’ you repeated over and over to yourself. You look over to your left and there he is, sleeping soundly. Although you know he’s okay, he’s alive, you can’t seem to calm down, Your heart feels as if it’s about to jump out of your chest. That doubt is still there.

Grabbing a cigarette and lighter from his messy bedside table, you quietly make your way to the door, seeking out some sort of relief from your anxieties. You open the worn door and step down the three small steps outside the trailer. Placing the cigarette between your lips and cupping around the tip, it lights after a few small flickers of the old lighter. Honestly, you wouldn’t be at all surprised if he’s had this lighter for years.

“Rough night?”

You jump at the low, unexpected voice before turning to see Wayne, Eddie‘s uncle sitting on the small plastic seats they have placed below a window.

“I- um, yeah you could say that.” Wayne was never a talker. You knew you could talk to him but something always stopped you. The lack of emotion on his face was slightly unsettling. He wasn’t the type of person you would have a conversation with. Let’s be honest, if it weren’t for your sleeping boyfriend you wouldn’t have given Wayne a second look.

He patted the seat beside him, ushering you to sit down, which you obliged to.

“Nightmares again?”, he asked, taking a long drag of his cigarette, not looking directly at you.

“Yeah. I just don’t know what I’d do if he didn’t make it. I wouldn’t be able to cope with myself. I love him so much Mr. Munson.” You took a drag of the cigarette inbetween your fingers, almost fully burnt out from its lack of attention.

“Just call me Wayne kid. He loves you too you know, couldn’t get him to shut up about you for months. Everyday after school he’d tell be about what you did. What you wore. What the conversation you and him had was about. Everything.”

Taken slightly aback by this new information, you stay silent, not quite sure how to reply.

“Thank you.”, Wayne says, almost a whisper.

“What? For what?”

“Not many people appreciate Eddie y/n. No one ever got close enough to know him as well as you do, to get him to trust you the way he does. And if they did, they ran at the first sign of him being a ‘freak’. They think he’s to dangerous.”

Eddie? Dangerous? The boy wouldn’t touch a fly.

“You make him feel normal y/n. Feel loved. Not many people have given him the time of day.”

“I know, I’ll always do that for him. He deserves it.”

And he did, he truly did. Even if Eddie hadn’t sacrificed himself for a town that wanted him dead he would still deserve more than all of the shitty people in Hawkins. As Wayne said, no one ever gave Eddie the time of day. If they weren’t throwing insults at him, calling him a freak or satan, they would just pretend he didn’t exist. But you saw him. Truly saw him. He was the kindest, funniest person you’d ever met. You’d met him when you dropped off some dnd stuff for the boys at hellfire and upon him finding out you were their old dm he was hooked. You two were joined at the hip. You would never forgive yourself if he had died in the upside down.

The door opening pulled you from your thoughts. Out wandered a sleepy Eddie in his old, battered iron maiden t-shirt and plaid bottoms.

“I woke up and you weren’t there sweetheart. You okay?” The concern in his voice prominent. He’d probably panicked a little when he’d woke up, your side of the bed cold and you absent.

“Yeah Ed’s, had a nightmare and came out for a cig. Sorry.” A pang of guilt ran through you.

“Don’t be sorry doll, s’okay. C’mon back inside, it’s too cold to be out here.”, he said, one hand holding the door open and the other outstretched towards you, enticing you in the warm trailer. Making your way to him after giving Wayne a small ‘thank you’ smile, Eddie’s arm wrapped around your waist, guiding you in.

“What were you two talking about?”, he questioned. You didn’t want to give away too much so you just said that you talked about your nightmare. You knew he’d be embarrassed if he knew about your newly attained knowledge.

“The reoccurring one? Why didn’t you wake me?”

Crawling back into the warmth of Eddie’s bed you nestled into his chest. His long arms wrapping around you.

“Didn’t want to disturb your sleep.” You knew he wouldn’t give up on getting you to agree with him but you were awake now so what the hell.

“But sweetheart, that’s why I’m here, to help you. Just wake me up nex time m’kay?”

“Okay Ed.” You’d already given up at putting up an argument, knowing it was useless. He was always so persistent so you didn’t bother trying.

“Goodnight y/n. I love you.”

“Love you too Eddie.”

And with that you both drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Doing that every night after helped you two find out that it stopped the nightmares you both got, the ones that consumed your thoughts. You were safe with eachother. You were in this together now.

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