#dad!eddie muson

[waratah-moon]

I Think We're Alone Now

Mom and Dad finally get some alone time. Smutty addition to Gremlin - takes place during moment 3. Thank you to @lfaewrites for beta reading!

Gremlin / read on ao3 / masterlist

Pairing: Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Warnings: SMUT (oral f receiving, unprotected p in v - let's imagine everyone's been tested and reader is on the pill), established relationship, insecure reader, teen pregnancy (not elaborated on), boyfriend shaped Eddie fluff Steal my work and I will hex you

As soon as you'd gotten to the Mayfield's trailer, Indie had bounded inside straight to the dollhouse Max had set up especially for her in the corner.

You handed Max your daughter's backpack, telling her you had packed her lunchbox and tucked a Care Bears VHS inside the front pocket. “She’s had a bit of a runny nose this morning and she refused to eat breakfast so-“

“Seriously, we’ll be fine." Max knew your deal, you had gone through the same spiel every time you dropped Indie off for the past year. She responded with her regular answer, "you’re like 100 feet away.”

“Don’t hesitate to drop her back, okay?”

“Actually please do hesitate," Eddie was leaning against the doorframe, bouncing his leg. "It’s been ages.”

Of course that's what he was most concerned about. You raised your eyebrows in warning. “Eddie.”

He copied you. “Babe.”

Max grinned. “Don’t worry about it. Pick her up whenever. You two have fun," she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and shut the fly screen.

"Will do, see you later. Bye Gremlin, love you," Eddie called out, dragging you back to your own trailer across the way.

-

It always took a while for the worry to ebb away whenever you left your daughter with someone who wasn’t Eddie. Even though Max had been regularly looking after her for the better part of a year and you trusted her completely, part of you was still worried something would happen.

Eddie was the complete opposite, allowing common sense to reign. He knew that Mayfield and your daughter were only in the trailer opposite, literally 100 feet away. And he trusted that Mayfield would bring her straight back if something happened that she couldn’t handle. But he also knew that Mayfield could handle a lot.

Eddie wrapped his arms around your waist, placing a kiss on your forehead. "Baby they’ll be fine, they always are. How about I make popcorn and we can watch that dumb mermaid movie you love."

"You said you liked Splash ," you mumbled against his chest. You could hear the steady lub-dub of his heart and you were enjoying the way he was stroking your hair.

"I like Daryl Hannah's ass." He quickly added, "not as much as I like yours, though. You know I love your ass. Hey, maybe we could get you a mermaid tail.”

You rolled your eyes, but managed a smile.

-

Eddie made it halfway through the movie before he put the moves on you. It started with the classic yawn and arm around the shoulder, which quickly turned into groping your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt; his breath hitching when he felt that you weren’t wearing a bra.

"Seriously?"

"I almost made it a whole hour, are you proud of me?"

"Very."

"Great, can we have sex now please?"

He phrased it so stupidly, like a horny teenager begging to get laid, but it still managed to give you butterflies. 

You'd been with Eddie for three years, and the insecure girl part of your brain was worried that at any moment the romance would fizzle and die out. It shocked you that even though he'd seen you at your most vulnerable: sick, depressed, pregnant, deep in the throes of childbirth, he still tried to jump your bones every chance he got. You weren't sure how many times he'd have to tell you that all those little moments combined made him love you even more than was humanly possible for you to believe it. 

But horny Eddie made it a little easier to believe. Horny Eddie made you feel wanted and desired, which satiated the insecure girl part of your brain for an hour, or two, or a whole night. It depended on the babysitting situation.

It didn’t take more than you climbing onto his lap for him to attach his mouth to yours, groaning deeply when you parted your lips. 

Proper kisses between you two, the kind that weren’t just a peck on the lips or cheek, had become rare since you’d had Indie. Usually they were stolen in the kitchen; you pressed up against the counter while Eddie distracted you from dinner, lasting the amount of time your daughter was preoccupied with the TV. Or they were lazy morning kisses where you kept missing each other's lips because your eyes were full of sleep; the ones that usually ended in muffled giggles as you tried not to wake Indie as she slept in the cot at the end of your bed. But kisses that turned into making out were especially rare and took extra planning. The kisses that had you moaning as you reminded yourselves of the architecture of the other's mouth. The kisses that moved from your lips to your jaw to your neck, inevitably finding their way between your legs.

“Babe, bedroom,” you were already panting, breathless as he trailed his tongue along your jaw. He hummed against your skin, the vibration buzzing deep in your bones, making your toes curl. 

He didn’t need to be told twice, taking your hand and leading you the short distance to the bedroom before he pushed you unceremoniously onto the bed. He pulled off his shirt, and you did the same, also shedding your jeans, as he slotted himself between your legs.

“Pants off,” your fingers deftly unbuckled his belt, tugging the denim down his legs. Normally he’d make a remark about how eager you were, but the truth was he didn’t have it in him; it had been awhile since the two of you had been alone together. His head was clouded with dirty thoughts of you; you naked, you moaning, you screaming his name, you swallowing him whole.

His fingers trailed down your body, stopping to circle your pebbled nipples, fluttering over the expanse of your stomach before they found their way between your legs; tracing your cotton covered slit.

“Eddie,” you breathed, pushing your hips up, his touch far too delicate for your liking.

He pushed the material aside, dipping two fingers between your folds and smirked when he found you wet. “What do you want, sweetheart?” You knew exactly what he meant; fingers or mouth.

“Your mouth. Please,” you couldn’t help whining as he dragged your panties down your thighs, exposing your soaking cunt to the cool air.

He dove between your legs like a man starved. It had been much too long, in Eddie’s humble opinion, since he’d gotten to taste you. Far too long since he’d gotten to hear the little whimpers of pleasure and feel your hips buck as he nibbled, sucked, and licked you to your peak.

Just as the familiar pressure started building in the pit of your stomach, a loud series of knocks came from the front door.

"No," Eddie groaned, the vibrations sent a delicious prickle through your body. "Can we just ignore it and wait for them to go away?"

It was really hard to concentrate when his nose was purposely rubbing against your clit. You exhaled, trying to distract yourself from the subtle heat in your belly. "It might be Max."

"It might not be," he'd moved to kissing the crease in your thigh, his teeth and lips gently nipping the skin.

"You know Indie had a runny nose this morning."

"Pretty sure that's normal. They don't call them snot-nosed kids for no reason."

"Eddie,” you pushed his shoulder with your foot.

He huffed, reluctantly removing his head from between your thighs. "Fine. But someone better be dying."

"EDDIE!"

"You know what I mean," he pulled on a pair of sweat pants and grabbed his tee-shirt before heading to the front door.

-

You flopped your head back on the pillow, and counted the green glow in the dark stars Eddie had stuck on the ceiling in the shape of Andromeda. 5 big stars, 11 little ones. Eddie had chosen that constellation, saying he’d found it in a book on astronomy in the library one day and decided the stars needed a shape. He said that Andromeda was the most beautiful woman in all of ancient Greece and the constellation was fitting as you were even more beautiful than her; a fact which Eddie was very obviously unbiased about. 

You heard the front door open and Eddie’s pissed voice. Okay, so it wasn’t Max at the door. You couldn’t hear any words, your ears only picking up on muffled voices. From his tone you guessed Eddie was attempting to end the conversation, when you suddenly hear a name you hated in high school: Shelley Keibler. That bitch that ruined your chance of becoming Homecoming Queen in senior year when she rigged the vote in her favour. Your mood suddenly soured.

The door slammed shut and footsteps made their way towards the bedroom. You sat up as Eddie walked in, pulling off his tee-shirt as he made his way over to the bed. “Who was at the door?”

“Dustin,” he collapsed against you, his hands finding purchase on your hips.

“The freshman who joined Hellfire? Why was he talking about Shelley Keibler?” 

He groaned, his cheek flat against your bare stomach. There were other things he wanted to be doing that did not involve discussing a girl he knew you hated from high school. “He said she was flirting with me last week.”

You raised your eyebrow, “was she?”

“Yep,” he kissed the skin next to your navel, his fingers edging between your thighs. You clamped your legs shut and he frowned. “What?”

“Why was Shelley Keibler flirting with you?”

Eddie looked up at you through dark lashes, grinning knowingly. “Are you jealous?”

You scoffed, “of that bitch? ‘Course not.” He could always tell when you were lying, not that you were doing a good job of hiding it.

“Aw, baby,” he pouted, moving his way up your body. “She thought $20 for half an ounce was too steep. Tried to flatter her way into a discount.”

“Did she get one?”

“No. I made an extra $10 and bought you flowers,” he reached your face, planting a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Oh,” you looked over at your dresser where a vase of gerberas sat. They were beginning to wilt, but you couldn’t bring yourself to throw them away. He’d come home one day last week with them hidden behind his back, presenting the bunch to you for no reason whatsoever. He’d said he’d gotten them “because you deserve something almost as pretty as you."

He cupped your cheek, turning your face so you were looking in his eyes. “You know I love you, right? More than anything,” he tugged on your bottom lip with his thumb to stop you from biting it. “I love our life together. I love our little family. You’re it for me, sweetheart. I don’t want anyone else.”

“Eds,” you started, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. As you moved to place a kiss on the closest part of his skin you could reach, his wrist, his hands moved to grip your thighs.

“Now can we please fuck? I’ve been thinking about railing you all week.”

You shut your eyes, the tears instantly drying. “Really? You were being so sweet and then you had to go and ruin it.”

“I’ll ruin you,” he countered, a toothy grin contradicting the dirty undertones of his words. 

“I’d like to see you try.” You knew he could do it easily. He’d done it so many times before; left you a blathering cock drunk mess as he coaxed yet another orgasm from your shaking body. But Eddie loved a challenge and you knew how to tease him to get what you wanted.

“Are you doubting my abilities?” His palms splayed against your thighs, spreading them open so he could admire your glistening cunt. “Still wet?”

He used two fingers to part your folds, watching as a mixture of your arousal and his saliva dripped onto the sheets below. “I really didn’t mean to edge you before. Fucking Henderson ruins everything.” He pursed his lips as he decided his next move, his thumb putting the slightest amount of pressure on your clit. “I reckon you’ve earned an orgasm, don’t you think?”

“Yes,” you moved your hips, hoping to create some friction against his hand. 

He obliged, sinking two fingers deep inside. You gasped when he curled them upwards, hitting just the right spot that ignited a fire in your belly. 

Eddie knew exactly how your body worked, he’d tested every set of moves on you over the years and gotten the right combination that had you twisting and squirming beneath his hands. He attached his lips to your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue, causing delicious white hot pain to sear down your legs, leaving pins and needles in your feet. 

Your eyes were screwed shut, your chest heaving as you tried to hold off the mounting pressure, you knew the longer you held out, the more intense the pleasure would be. You gripped his hair, needing something to ground you to this moment as your back arched off the bed. You couldn’t take much more, his constant assault leaving your brain foggy and empty, the urge to let go too desperate.

“Fuck, Eddie, yes,” you cried out through shuddering gasps.

The release hit you with an intensity you hadn’t felt in a while, your mind instantly blanking to a white slate as Eddie helped you ride out your high.

“Baby?” His voice sounded muffled, like he was standing at the end of a long, echoing tunnel. “Sweetheart?”

You opened your eyes, the room blurry like you were looking down the lens of an unfocused camera. You rubbed your eyes, feeling tears lining your lashes.

“There she is,” he pushed back your hair, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. Your vision came back to focus and you saw Eddie looking at you in adoration.

“That was intense,” your voice was croaky. It had been a while since you’d had an orgasm that was drawn out and powerful. Usually they were rushed and you never got to fully experience them.

“Are you okay? Do you want some water?”

“I’m good,” you took a second to breath before you reached out to grab his hips. “Very good.” Your hand reached inside his boxers to find he was rock hard. “Did I turn you on?”

“You were doing that sexy gasp you do and moaning my name. Of course that’s going to turn me on.” You allowed your fingertips to trace the prominent vein along the underside of his cock.

“And let me guess, now you want to rail me.”

“Please,” he dragged the word out, peppering your neck with kisses. “Been thinking about it for so long.”

You let out a breathy laugh, pulling his boxers down his thighs. When they slid to his ankles, he kicked them off. “Do you want me to ride you?”

“I’ll cum in a second if you’re on top and that would be tragic for my ego.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he dragged the tip of his cock between your folds, groaning at the sweet schlicking sound made by your wetness. Your breath hitched as the head brushed over your sensitive clit, the gasp turning into a moan as he pushed slowly into your cunt.

“Jesus, baby,” he pushed in further and you tried to relax your muscles, feeling your walls fluttering around him. When he finally entered fully in, he stopped for a moment, pressing a kiss to your damp forehead. “God, we’re made for each other.”

It felt heavenly to be so full and stretched out around his cock, and his words were so sweet, eyes hazy with love and admiration for you. But right now you need him to fulfil his promise and fuck you. “Fucking hell, move!”

“Right, sorry sweetheart, you’re just so beautiful and I love seeing you under me-”

You arched your back, grinding your hips against him, “I swear to God.”

He rocked his hips back before slamming forward, your skin slapping together where your bodies met. You gripped onto his back, his skin blanching as your fingertips dug into the corded muscles. 

The pace he’d chosen to set, quick and bruising, would wear anyone out, but he managed to maintain it for a good few minutes before he began panting in your ear. 

“Baby I don’t think I’m going to last much longer with you squeezing around me.”

“I can’t help it, you feel so good,” he was hitting just the right spot deep within you. Your hand moved to your clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle as you felt the tingling pressure building. 

Eddie buried his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin to stop his shuddering breaths. You could feel his thighs begin to tremble, the telltale sign he was close.

Your fingers quickened around your clit, your other hand moving to squeeze his balls as his thrusts moved out of rhythm.

“Oh fuck, babe, shit, yes,” he jerked inside you and you could tell he wouldn’t last much longer. With the way he was gasping in your ear, you wouldn’t either.

“Eddie, baby, just a little longer, I’m almost there,” you breathed, the pressure in your stomach reaching a fever pitch. 

It was his moan, you think, that sent you over the edge. The throaty sob that racked through his entire body. The way his hair was stuck to his forehead, the veins in his neck prominent when he threw his head back as he came. It was angelic in the dirtiest way possible.

He collapsed against you and you rubbed his back as he came down from his high. His skin was hot and clammy, your fingertips drawing abstract shapes along his spine. 

After a few minutes, Eddie grabbed his tee-shirt from the end of the bed, placing it underneath you before he pulled out.

“Ugh, that’s gross,” you groaned, watching as his cum dripped out of you, pooling on the ratty tee-shirt.

“What, it’s going in the wash anyway,” he stood up and stretched, pulling the tee-shirt out and folding it over itself, using the sleeve to wipe himself. He disappeared from the bedroom and you heard the washing machine lid open. 

He did it every time. Even though you’d put a hand towel on the dresser specifically for that purpose, he always went for whatever band tee-shirt he was wearing prior to stripping off. He came back with a damp washcloth and a glass of water, which he placed on your nightstand. You mumbled a “ thanks,” and took a sip, the cold water instantly revitalising you from your post-sex sleepy haze.

“Push up,” he instructed as he wiped the washcloth between your legs and the inside of your thighs. He was gentle, careful not to put too much pressure on the sensitive area as he cleaned. “There. Perfect as always,” he placed a kiss above your pubic bone.

-

The two of you stripped the bed and changed the sheets, loading up the washing machine to full capacity. Then you took a shower together, washing each other as you alternated who stood under the water stream of the shower/tub combo. Eddie bent down, letting you wash his hair with your expensive vanilla coconut shampoo, the scent of which he loved. You then picked out the comfiest clothes in your wardrobe and hoped back in bed.

It was moments like this that you cherished. When the two of you were quiet, both basking in the comfortable afterglow, and enjoying each other’s company. Alone together. Eddie was sitting between your legs as you leant against the headboard, his hands running over the clean floral sheets. He was resting against you, his shoulder blades flush against your chest, his eyes shut as you played with his hair.

You hadn’t even realised your fingers were absentmindedly passing damp strands over one another until he asked, “are you braiding my hair?”

You looked down, a french braid beginning to form on his head. “Huh, apparently I am.”

The first time you had braided his hair was soon after you’d started dating. He’d gotten too drunk after a gig and you hadn’t wanted to spend your night holding his hair back over the toilet, so you’d braided it to keep it out of his face. When he woke up the next morning he told you he loved it and spent the whole morning running his fingers over the bumps. Braids quickly became one of Eddie’s love languages; whenever he got a little too tipsy, sleepy, sick, or he’d had a bad day, he’d beg you to braid his hair. Since Indie had come into your lives, you hadn’t had much time for soft moments between you two, but Eddie still sat in the bathroom and watched you braid your daughter’s hair every morning before you dropped her off at daycare. “Is it pretty?”

“You’re always pretty, Eds,” you knew he liked that answer by the faint hum of approval he made. Not that you were lying, Eddie was beautiful. You reached for a hair tie off the nightstand, securing the braid in his hair. “There you go, baby boy.” You gave the braid a tug, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Wait,” he tilted his head, catching your lips with his, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. You let out a content sigh, your arms draping over his shoulders as you relaxed into the kiss.

“I can’t wait until we have our own room again.”

“I know, it’s been way too long since you’ve woken me up with a BJ.”

“Oh, so that’s what you’re expecting when we move into the new house, huh? Morning head?” 

The pair of you had finally saved up enough money to rent a small two bedroom house, which you were planning on moving into next week. Your current living situation, which involved Indie sleeping in a crib at the end of your bed, was far from ideal. The new house offered you each your own room, something you and Eddie were incredibly excited about. Partly because your daughter talked in her sleep (which you both agreed was adorable, if not somewhat annoying), but mostly because it afforded you the opportunity to have sex whenever you want.

“What can I say, I’m easy to please.”

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the pain of letting you go- e.m | masterlist |

Pairing: Ex!Eddie Munson x Ex!AFAB!Reader

Summary: you've separated from your husband, eddie, but aren't looking to rebound anytime soon. but he is

Series Warnings: angst, crying, mentions of not being worthy/capable of real love, custody talks, dad!eddie and mom!reader, eddie's kinda a dick, smut in parts, fluff in parts

A/N: this is the series i mentioned! set 4 years after eddie graduates high school, you both continued your life in hawkins in the year 1990. i'm excited for this series and thought it would be a cool concept. not sure how many parts i want to make this series but i'll continue to update the masterlist as i go :)

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PART ONE

PART TWO

PART THREE

PART FOUR

PART FIVE

PART SIX

PART SEVEN

PART EIGHT

PART NINE

PART TEN

PART ELEVEN

PART TWELVE

PART THIRTEEN

EPILOGUE

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I can't get this scene out of my head.

Eddie, who really really cares what Dustin thinks about him, decides that he wants no secrets from him.

He comes out, slightly fearful of what his younger friend and protégé will think of him.

Eddie: Dustin, I'm gay.

And Dustin? Totally cool with it. Happy that Eddie told him. Takes it all in stride...but for only thirty seconds.

His eyes widen. He shoots a look towards Eddie that is part horror, part exasperation, and part resignation.

Dustin: Eddie, did you fall in love with Steve?!

Eddie is, of course, completely freaked out. This whole conversation honestly had nothing to do with Steve. It was Eddie trying to be open and honest with his friend.

But...

Well, Eddie would flounder. He would try to say something along the lines of love being a very strong word, and he didn't tell Dustin this huge thing about himself because of Steve fucking Harrington.

But Dustin sees through the bullshit.

Dustin: *sigh* You fell in love with Steve, didn't you?

And Eddie?

Gives the fuck up, and admits it.

Eddie: ...yeah. I fell in love with Steve fucking Harrington.

Dustin would be so supportive, while also giving him hell for being just like most of the girls in the town, (and apparently some of the guys)

Eddie would bemoan, wax poetic, and completely blame Steve for being such a good, loving, protective son of a bitch.

All of this would lead to Dustin being a matchmaker.

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New Years!

Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

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Ok besties!!!! I thought this was cute sorry for the lack of content and for this post being so short but I’m trying to get back into posting regularly…sorry!

After moving into your own little trailer not far from Wayne’s Eddie was extremly excited to celebrate new years with his wife and baby.

When Eddie had come home from work that day however he had a tiny bag of small fireworks that he figured Lucy would like…of course when he spread them out on the counter you’d furrowed your brows and looked at him with disapproval.

She’d just started to walk what made him think she’d like fire crackers?

Of course however Eddie still bundled her up in her cute little coat and boots you stand on the back porch leaning against the door, Lucy stares up at you from the ground.

Eddie crouches down near a paper bag pulling out a sparkler he pulls the red lighter from his pocket and lights the sparkler slipping the lighter back in before grasping Lucy’s tiny hand and holding the sparkler with her own.

He holds his hand over hers being careful to keep her infront of himself so his attention is easily on her.

You watch with a tiny smile as Lucy is amazed by the sparkler.

You can’t help but notice how happy Eddie looks as he guides Lucy’s hand to spell her name with the sparkler and when it dies out he lets a little uh oh put and smiles fondly when she mocks in her little voice uh oh.

Anyways I just thought the idea of them celebrating for the first time would be cute😭😭let me know other ideas if you want to see anything!

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I Was Wonderful

Summary: Steve thought maybe he'd be a basketball dad, he never thought he'd be a dance mom.

Rating: General

Word Count: 3,245

Notes: Hiya! This is a more fleshed out version of a thing I posted a few months back that ended up getting some traction. I haven't actually ever written for Steddie, sorry if the characterization is all over the place, I'm rusty!

Yes, this one did come to me midway through a Dance Moms rewatch. In all fairness, I grew up dancing so this fic was kind of inevitable. Hope you enjoy!

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Steve Harrington never saw himself as a girl dad. 

After the dust settled with Vecna, and his crop of (now teenage) nuggets was safe, Steve went through a period of self discovery, or what Robin loves to call his “big gay awakening”. See, Steve Harrington was always a ladies man, no matter how much he struck out. So when he fell for one Eddie Munson, that was a shock to all, especially Steve. 

But big gay awakening aside, Steve and Eddie were madly and completely in love, and Steve didn’t care who knew it. Nothing had ever felt more natural in his life than being with Eddie, they just made sense together. Even years after Steve’s heartfelt confession, the two were still in their honeymoon phase, so nobody was surprised when one sunny Fourth of July, they announced they were going to start the adoption process.

Neither of them knew what to expect. They went to Wayne for advice, having adopted Eddie legally after he was dropped off on his doorstep all those years ago, but this was different. Not too many agencies were too ecstatic about the idea of two “unmarried” men taking on a child together in the year 1993. The process was long and frustrating, and frankly, Eddie was ready to give up.

“It’s been two years, maybe it’s just not meant to be Stevie.” 

Steve shook his head. “So then we push on through year three. It’ll happen Eddie, I know it.” He took Eddie’s hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing lightly.

“I just… Steve, I love you, and I wish I could give you the life you always wanted—”

“No, none of that Munson.” Steve cut him off. “Things change, I changed when I got to know you. I don’t need six little nuggets and a Winnebago to be happy. I need you and the life we have, and maybe a little bit of hope that one day we’ll find someone to take a chance on us.”

And suddenly, one day almost at the end of year three, someone finally took a chance on them. 

Steve played with his ring nervously as he sat and waited in the office at the adoption agency (they couldn’t legally get married, but that wasn’t to say they couldn’t wear rings and call each other husband to show their commitment to each other). Eddie listened intently to the social worker, explaining that their application had been approved, that the little one didn’t have anywhere else to go and they thought their home would be a good fit. Steve’s heart pounded in his ears, only catching half the conversation.

“Her name is Rosie—”

“Sorry, her?” Steve cut him off.

“Yes, eleven month old Rosemary Evelyn, born August 13th, 1995. She was born premature, and her mother had some complications during birth and passed away shortly after. Her father surrendered her, and she’s been in our care for just under a week.” The social worker could see Steve’s face contort in confusion. “Is that a problem, Steve?”

He shook his head. “No I just… I never… how could… can we meet her?” 

Steve Harrington never saw himself as a girl dad, until he met Rosemary Evelyn. 

Tears sprung to Eddie’s eyes as they were ushered into the play room, a small babbling little girl with dark curly hair, big blue eyes, and chubby rosy cheeks stared up at them. She smiled when she met their eyes, and instantly, they were gone for her.

Within a week, the Harrington house was fully baby-proofed, and Rosie Harrington was moving in. Steve felt a sense of fulfillment wash over him seeing Eddie hold her. It had only been a few days, but he already knew Eddie was the best dad on the planet. A year passed, and then two, and Steve was absolutely positive that no other dad was as good, or kind, or loving as Eddie Munson. 

But that frustrated the hell out of Steve.

One night, Steve collapsed on the couch next to Eddie, and exasperated sigh leaving his lips. “I don’t get it. She loves Metallica, she’s obsessed with Lord of the Rings, but she doesn’t even want to try basketball.”

Eddie laughed. “Stevie, she’s only just turned four, are you really sad you aren’t raising a jock?”

“No! I just want to be able to share something with her like you are.” Eddie saw right through his worry and tugged Steve down, laying his head across his lap. 

“Baby, you’re nothing like your dad. You’re trying, you’re spending time with her, and she can see that, I promise you. Rosie loves you, and you’ll find something.” Eddie stroked Steve’s hair, seeing the worry dissipate. “Hey, Wayne is itching to see her before she starts preschool, why don’t we send her off to grandpa’s for the day, maybe he can get her to play ball or something.” 

Steve smiled. “Yeah, yeah I think she’d like that.”

When Eddie and Steve picked up Rosie from Wayne’s the next day, she wasn’t playing ball with him on the front lawn. Instead, their little girl ran to them in a droopy pink tutu and leotard with little ballet slippers. “Daddy! Daddy! Look what Grandpa Wayne gave me.” She was all smiles as she spun in place, nearly toppling over from lack of balance and excitement when Steve caught her.

“Wow princess, look at you!”

Wayne picked up a rogue sequin and grumbled. “Claudia was over earlier, they were showing something about Swan Lake on cable and the kiddo’s eyes lit up. We went for a walk downtown and looks like there’s a dance school that just opened up.”

Steve’s brows shot up. “Really? What do you think Rosie, should we go down there and see if they have any classes for you?”

That’s how Steve found himself a Saturday morning regular at Sparkle Steps Dance Centre. They had a routine down: the boys would wake her up, Steve would slick back Rosie’s hair into a delicate little ballet bun while she ate breakfast, they’d help her into her tights and leotard, tie her skirt, and pack her little shoes in her backpack and walk on over to the studio. Rosie would say hi to Ashley the receptionist, and hug Steve before her hour long 9am ballet class with Miss Abby in studio A. 

“Good morning Melissa, Kelly, Jill.” Steve sat in his regular spot in the viewing room with the other moms.

“Morning Steve!”

Steve Harrington had become an enigma to the moms at the studio. They loved to gossip about where Rosie’s mother was, who she was, and why she was never seen with Steve at the studio. But Rosie always came in early, perfectly dressed, and well mannered despite her sass at home. Steve pretended he didn’t hear what the moms at the studio were saying about him; he was 33 with the same great hair he’d had in high school, and charm to go along with it. He wore a wedding ring, but never spoke of a significant other, it was always just Steve and Rosie. 

Of course Eddie had wanted to join them, but wanted to give Steve space, have something that was his with their daughter, and he was perfectly happy to have a day to sleep in.

One of those quiet Saturday mornings, Rosie had insisted they stay after her ballet class to watch her new friend Rachel. “Daddy her feet make noise! Can I do that?”

Steve tilted his head as he watched the girls in the class stomp their feet and tap their toes. He knew Eddie would approve of the rhythmic sounds the tap shoes made, but worried it would be too much all at once. He looked to Melissa, “Rachel likes it?”

Melissa smiled and nodded enthusiastically. “She loves it, it keeps her busy and tires her out so she actually naps in the afternoon.” 

Steve nodded in approval. “Let me think about it, okay Princess?”

As soon as they’d arrived home, Steve grabbed Eddie and dialled Dustin. “We need to talk, Rosie wants to start tap.”

“Tap, like the noisy shoes tap?” Eddie’s eyes lit up. “That’s metal as fuck, Gareth will probably want to teach her how to drum next once she’s got the rhythm.”

“Steve, you can’t take her out of ballet, it’s the foundation of all dance, she needs that foundation.” Dustin rebutted through the phone. The kid was way too invested in his niece’s interests, and that’s probably why he was her favourite uncle. 

“No, no, she’d do both. Ballet and tap. But you don’t think that’ll overwhelm her will it? She’s only four.”

Eddie shook his head, and Dustin laughed. “Steve, she’s like the smartest kid I know aside from my own. She’ll do fine.”

“Dustin, your kid is like five months old.” Eddie chided him. “Stevie, Rosie is gonna be fine, let her do tap!” 

Just like that, Steve’s one hour at the dance studio Saturday mornings became two. “She’s so excited for the next class.” He chatted happily with Melissa. “But I’m confused, the taps didn’t come screwed on.”

Melissa giggled. “No sweetie, you’ve gotta screw them on yourself. Do you have a toolkit in your car?” 

Steve sighed. “Shit, no we walked here. Hold on, let me call someone.” He ran down to reception, Ashley granting him the phone, and prayed Eddie was out of bed. “Hey babe, I need a screwdriver…”

Twenty minutes later Eddie came barrelling up the stairs to the viewing room, Ashley hot on his tail. “Sir, that room is for parents only—”

“It’s okay Ashley! He’s with me.” Steve assured her, handing Eddie the shoe and the tap. “Thanks for coming so quickly.”

“No sweat, couldn’t let our little girl miss out on her first day of tap.” He kissed Steve’s cheek, not realizing three pairs of eyes on him.

Steve’s cheeks blazed red as Melissa, Kelly, and Jill eyed the matching ring on Eddie’s left hand, putting the pieces together. He cleared his throat and gestured to Eddie. “Um, ladies this is Eddie, my husband.”

“Oh, husband!” Jill sidled up beside them. “Very nice to meet you Eddie, Steve has told us nothing about you.”

Eddie chuckled. “No glowing review big boy?”

Steve hung his head. “Not everyone in Hawkins is so open minded…”

Eddie and Steve spent the rest of the hour telling the moms about how they got together, their small wedding ceremony in the Byers’ backyard, and how they’d adopted Rosie. By the time the ballet class had ended, the moms had adopted Eddie as one of their own just as they had Steve. Before long, Eddie was joining Steve and Rosie on Saturday mornings at the studio.

Autumn flew quickly, Christmas came and went, and once the new year hit, recital talk began. Rosie really took to her lessons, she raised her hand when she didn’t understand something, and Steve took to practicing her routines with her at home, even if he didn’t fully understand what he was doing.

“Remember what miss Abby told you, shoulders down, chin up, soft hands, stretch your feet, okay?”

Rosie nodded, kissing Steve’s cheek and disappearing through the doorway of studio A. 

“Moms? Can you join me in the studio please?” Miss Abby beckoned to the adults. They all followed dutifully, taking off their shoes and lining up at the barre. “As you all know, recital season is quickly approaching. We’ll be putting in orders for the tutus and their tap costumes, but they’ll need to be modified. Proper buns for the recital and light stage makeup, clean pink tights for ballet, and nude tights for tap. Got it?”

The moms and Steve nodded as they were dismissed, making a mental note of what he needed. “Melissa, when she says modified…?”

“Oh you know, glitter, rhinestones, the usual.”

“Right, the usual, cool.”

Steve’s head was in the clouds until he returned home; Eddie, always the observant one, could see the panic on his face.

“Babe I think we’re in over our heads with this dance thing. I need to modify costumes now?”

Eddie frowned. “Modify how?” Steve relayed what Melissa had said, panic stricken. “Steven, that’s nothing. Did you forget I used to make whole costumes for the party for DnD? I got this.” 

The day the costumes arrived, Eddie finally felt totally in his element with the moms. He’d brought along his whole costume kit, much to the surprise of the moms, showing them how well his fabric glue held, and teaching them the best stitches to ensure no elastics snapped off their daughters’ ballet slippers. For once, he was the star parent, and a huge wave of pride rolled off Steve as miss Abby complimented Eddie’s tailoring work on Rosie’s costumes.

Eddie tagging along to the studio meant Steve had backup learning Rosie’s routines. His memory was sharper than Steve’s was, and he was surprisingly more competitive. They worked together to support their little dancer, Steve would wake up early with her and stretch before their day began, Eddie would help her run through her routines before bed each night. One day after work at the body shop, Eddie brought home a large slab of wood, sanded and stained and perfect for practicing with tap shoes on, and a pair of the noisy shoes for himself, knowing he could help his girl better if he could do the steps with her. Steve stood behind them watching Eddie coach Rosie through the steps, counting them out for her as she danced. 

“ONE and TWO and THREE-EE and a FOUR. Don’t forget that brush in there, stay on your toes don’t drop your heels, yes that’s it!” 

Steve chuckled and decided it was time to intervene, hitting pause on the tape. “Alright twinkletoes, bath and then bed.”

Eddie picked her up, depositing her on the couch and helping her take off her shoes. “Daddy did you see, I did the whole dance without forgetting the next step!”

“I saw princess, you’re doing wonderful! And what do you say to dad for helping you run through your routines?”

Rosie kissed Eddie on the cheek and threw her little arms around his neck. “Thank you Dad, I love you.”

“I love you too kiddo, I’m so proud of you.” He peppered her face with kisses, tossing her noisy shoes onto the tap board. “Now go take a bath, you stink.”

She giggled, running to her room to grab her bathrobe. 

“You’re incredible.” Steve hugged Eddie from behind.

“I dunno man, her technique is better than mine will ever be—”

Steve squeezed him harder and whispered lowly in Eddie’s ear. “Shut up, you know I’m not talking about the dancing. You. Are. An amazing. Father. And I love you, so fucking much.” 

Eddie turned in his arms and caught Steve in a searing kiss. “She’s an amazing kid, she’s our amazing kid. And I love you too.” He pulled his husband in as close as he could, reconnecting their lips in another toe curling kiss.

“Ew! That’s so gross!”

Eddie chuckled, pulling away. “Guess this will have to wait until after bath time.” 

“Holding you to that Munson. Now come on, time to bathe the gremlin.”

The early June recital weekend came faster than anyone was prepared for, and the boys were panicking. 

“Stevie, are you sure we’re supposed to put makeup on her? She’s just a kid.”

“Eddie relax. Abby said light stage makeup. It’s probably just so the lights don’t wash her out. Gotta see that beautiful face from the back of the theatre.” Steve kissed Rosie’s cheek and swiped on some more blush. “But just for dance, you got that? No makeup until you’re older. Your beautiful skin doesn’t need all that gunk on it.”

Rosie nodded dutifully and closed her eyes as Steve applied a thick layer of eyeliner. 

“There, what do you think?”

Eddie turned his head sideways and frowned. “Baby I think you went a little too heavy on the cheeks.”

“God you’re right, we’re hopeless.”

“It’s okay Daddy, Auntie Nancy can fix it when she brings me to the stage door.” 

He patted the top of her head, careful not to disrupt her perfectly slicked back hair. “Auntie Nancy will make you look perfect. Come on, let’s wipe this off before she gets here.”

Nancy and Robin took Rosie to the stage door while Eddie, Steve, Wayne, and Claudia found their seats. As soon as 7:00 hit, the house lights went down, and the show was starting. Rosie’s ballet routine was right after the opening number, and Steve hadn’t been so nervous in a long time. As the music faded out and the lights changed, he took Eddie’s hand and squeezed, feeling his husband squeeze back.

After what felt like hours, Rosie’s ballet music started. A chorus of “Awww” spread out amongst the audience as the four little girls scurried out in their rhinestoned tutus, big smiles on their faces. Steve barely saw the routine he knew so well; his eyes glistened with tears seeing Rosie on stage, confidently dancing just like they’d practiced. Chin up, shoulders down, soft hands, feet stretched. Eddie on the other hand had his lips pursed, watching her intently as she made it through a particularly difficult stretch of the routine. “Yes!” He whispered when she landed her pirouette, perfectly spotting the back wall just as Steve had reminded her to. The number was over too soon, and Steve was whispering “I love you” towards the stage as applause broke out and their daughter exited stage right. 

Steve wiped his tears, subtly kissing the back of Eddie’s hand. They could relax until intermission, Rosie’s tap number wasn’t until the second half of the show.

The tap number turned out to be a hit. Steve didn’t expect to still be emotional watching his girl on stage, but the tears came nonetheless. Eddie was more tense for this one, listening to all her sounds, counting out the music as they danced. “That’s my girl!” He shouted as Melissa and Jill whooped on the other side of him as Rosie landed her pickups. Wayne quietly handed Steve a tissue, sporting one of his own in his shirt sleeve as the girls finished their routine and flapped off the stage. 

Just like that, the show was over, and it was time to collect their little dancer.

“Daddies! Grandpa Wayne!” Rosie came running towards them, hugging Wayne around the leg. 

“Did you see Auntie Claudia, Nancy, and Robin came too?”

She nodded enthusiastically, passing hugs around to all of them. Her eyes lit up as Wayne handed her a bouquet of roses, and Robin a little teddy bear in a tutu, congratulating her on a great show. She’d had a big day, and Steve could tell she was exhausted.

“Here princess, let me take those for you.” He took the bouquet as Eddie picked her up, her little head falling to his shoulder. Glitter rained down Eddie’s right side, sticking itself to the ends of his hair and his worn leather jacket. Steve chuckled sympathetically, brushing what he could from his back as they took her out to the car.

“Hey Daddy guess what?”

“What’s up, princess?” Steve opened the lobby door, letting Eddie and their sleepy dancer through first.

“I was wonderful.”

The boys chuckled, Eddie kissing the top of her head. “You were baby, you were.”

[ratskcoreddie]

Can you do like dad eddie since it’s Father’s Day and maybe like him having such a Goofy little baby girl like maybe they have a fun day together?

yes of course! i've been thinking about this all day actually. this concept has been rattling around in my brain, very loudly. here's some singledad!eddie with his little girl at her first concert.

it was 1993. the crowd rumbled as the opening number started. to say eddie was excited would be an understatement. he was bouncing up and down on his heels and shouting at the top of his lungs. the way he was reacting was fitting as this was his first time seeing DIO ever, and they opened with 'stand up and shout'. hearing the guitars rift on stage with the bright lights was so intoxicating.

eddie was careful in the crowd, making sure to stay away from the men that were moshing a little to hard and shoving into each other in good fun as the tempo carried their movements, as if the drummer was guiding them to move all crazy and brash himself. eddie remembered when he could do that. honestly he missed it.

but now he was making new memories. the little girl on his shoulders kicked her legs to the beat on his chest as he held her thighs tightly to make sure she was on tight. she couldn't see from the ground and he had to be sure she would remember these moments. she was only four but he had read in some parenting book that kids develop their first memories at the ripe age of three. he was sure she would remember something as big as this.

he couldn't tell but the lights from the stage dazzled in her eyes. they were glued to the stage as ronnie james dio himself sung the same lyrics she would hear her daddy sing when he made her breakfast. it was loud but the bright yellow headphones she had on her ears protected her from any hearing damage. her dad.. not so much.

after many many songs and an encore eddie pulled his bundle of joy down from his neck and to rest on his hip. he pulled her headphones off as the sound of the crowd went from a loud rumble to just a busy chatter. "you like that, sweetheart?" she smiled at him and laughed as he nuzzled his cheek into hers with adoration. "you play guitar just like them!" she unknowingly complimented him. eddie chuckled. "yeah? you think so?"

eddie walked both of them towards the merch table, needing to add a new band tee to his ever growing collection, his daughter was squirming in his grasp. eddie timidly put her down so she could walk herself, not without him grabbing her hand almost painfully tightly so he wouldn't lose her in the crowd. she giggled and waved at all the people she passed. all of them looking like different variations of her own father. she looked up to him and pulled the hem of his battle vest. the same one he wore during his high school years. "are these all your friends?" eddie smiled and shook his head at her. "something like that, sure thing kiddo". he tussled her straight hair into a mess with his palm.

after a long walk they had finally made it out of the stadium, though the crowd had dissipated he still held her close as she stomped her feet in a tempo of a song stuck in her head from hearing it live. eddie smiled watching her, now dressed in a new tshirt that was his size. over her clothes and so big that it looked like a dress.

eddie was convinced he would have to pry it off of her when they got home, telling her it wasn't appropriate for her to wear to preschool because of the large devil named 'murray' on the front. she had gotten a lot of complements from her dad's "friends" as they were leaving the venue along side them. they had been shouting that she looked like a rockstar herself. her eyes would light up as she blushed and jumped up and down.

when they finally reached the van and eddie packed her into the backseat she looked up at him as he helped her with her seatbelt. "can we go back soon, daddy?"

eddie smiled, "you bet your ass we can, sweetheart".

thank you so much for sending me this!! i hope you love it as much as i do! a lot of this was actually sitting in my drafts but thats not important happy father's day!

wanna send me a request?

[parkerslatte]

Upon First Glance

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.0k

Summary: Y/N is new to Hawkins High and she was immediately brought in my the popular kids. However, there is a certain metal bead that catches her eye.

A/N: I will probably make a part 2 if engine wants it :)

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Moving across the country to the small town of Hawkins was tough on Y/N L/Nl. Despite her dad leaving her mother, she didn’t expect for her mother to move across the country for a fresh start, Y/N expected a few towns over at most, not the other side of the country.

Of course moving to a new town also meant starting a new school for Y/N, and she was dreading it. For her entire life, Y/N had never been the new girl, she was always the one to greet the new kid. What was daunting for Y/N was that she had to go into the school knowing no one. Back at her old school, she was what people would class as popular, however she was nice and kind and never spoke badly about anyone. Now going into school with no one knowing her felt daunting.

For the first few periods of the day, Y/N had managed to go under the radar, she could feel the stares and hear the hushed whispers though. Once lunch rolled around, she stepped foot into the cafeteria and was overwhelmed. There was a very distinct divide between the different cliches, even more so than her old school.

Looking around the cafeteria, Y/N began to examine the groups of people sitting at the different tables. She easily picked out the popular crowd as the girls were in their cheer uniforms and the guys were in varsity jackets. On a table nearby, there was another group of people, these people seemed to be the complete opposite of the popular group. They all wore matching shirts, each reading ‘Hellfire Club’. To say that Y/N wasn’t more intrigued by this group of people would be a lie.

As she began to walk through the cafeteria, she made eye contact with someone. The first thing she noticed about them was his deep brown eyes and the way they seem to have entranced her. She gave the boy a smile before her attention was immediately pulled away by a girl coming to her side.

“Hi!” She said happily, “You must be the new girl. I’m Chrissy.”

Y/N smiled back at the girl, “I’m Y/N.”

“You can come and sit with me and my friends if you would like.” Chrissy asked and before Y/N had the chance to respond, she was dragging her over to the table full of cheerleaders and jocks.

***

Y/N settled into Hawkins High well, she could safely guess most of that reason was to do with the people she hung around with. Despite Y/N being with the popular people, she couldn’t help but want to go and talk with other people, especially the boy she saw on her first day. Some of the cheerleaders and jocks were nice, however they were in the minority. Most of the people she hung around with, she hated.

They could call names to people who they didn’t like, they would talk shit about each other behind everyone’s backs and they just weren’t nice people at all. The only people she had actually made friends with in the couple of weeks she had been at the school was Chrissy and another cheerleader named Amanda. Y/N would try to hang out with the two as much as she could without the presence of the other cheerleaders or the jocks, but the two always wanted to be with their boyfriends.

Y/N sighed as yet again, the table of cheerleaders and jocks began to bitch about someone who wasn’t sitting at the table. It had been two weeks and Y/N was sick of it, all she wanted to do was move to another table but everyone else was scared of her because of who she was associated with.

The one person she wanted to get to know better was a boy that sits at the table where Jason yells the most of his abuse. It was the boy she made eye contact with during her first day here. His name was Eddie Muson. Every time she looked over at the table, someone around her would scald her for even glancing their way, labelling them a bunch of freaks. Y/N disagreed with them every time.

As the people around her bitched about an array of different students in the school, Y/N rolled her eyes while she picked at her food, not very much in the mood to eat. She was completely zoned out of the conversation, ignoring everyone around her until she watched Jason stick his leg out from the table, tripping someone up.

“Watch where you’re going, freak!” He sneered.

As everyone laughed, Y/N looked at who Jason tripped up, it was none other than Eddie Munson. Despite Eddie normally having a calm and collected composure when dealing with the people who make fun of him, this time it was different. Once he made eye contact with Y/N, he got up and stalked out of the cafeteria. The table continued to laugh long after he was gone.

“Did you see his face when he fell?” One of the jocks laughed, “He must’ve been so embarrassed.”

“But did you see his face when he looked at Y/N?” A cheerleader piped up, “If I were you, Y/N, I’d go and take a shower, if he looked at me like that I would feel creeped out for weeks.”

“Where do you think he’s gone?” Chrissy questioned the table, feeling bad for the metal head.

“Probably gone to cry to his parents,” A jock yelled, “Oh wait! They probably abandoned him once they realised how pathetic he is!”

The cheerleaders and jocks laughed loudly once again while Y/N, Chrissy and Amanda sat quietly. Y/N’s fist was clenched in anger, she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Slamming her hands down on the table, Y/N stood up.

“Alright that’s enough!” Y/N yelled.

The entire cafeteria quieted down once Y/N yelled but she couldn’t find it in her to care.

“What makes you think you can talk about people the way you do? Treat them the way you do? You really put yourselves on a pedestal above everyone else and for what? Bullying them? You really believe that if someone is different to you, enjoys different things or is actually a nice and caring person, that they deserve to be beat up or talked down upon.”

Everyone in the cafeteria was listening to Y/N intently.

“You guys really think you're popular and all that but in reality? None of you like each other. You talk about each other behind their backs, you talk down on each other and for what? To keep your popularity status even though at least seventy percent of the school doesn’t even like you,” Y/N started to walk away from the table, “I’m done.”

As Y/N walked out of the cafeteria, the volume began to rise again although that wasn’t the jocks doing, they all sat around their table sheepishly avoiding everyone’s gazes.

Y/N walked up and down the halls of the school looking for Eddie when she eventually opened the doors and stepped outside. Her eyes scanned her surroundings until they eventually landed on the person she had been looking for heading towards a van.

“Eddie!” Y/N called out to him, jogging a bit to catch up with him.

Eddie turned around and he looked surprised to see Y/N heading towards him, this surprised facial expression didn’t last long before it turned into a scowl.

“I take it you’ve come to make fun of me too?” Eddie questioned.

Y/N frantically shook her head, “No, no, of course not!”

“Then why are you here?” Eddie asked, folding his arms across his chest.

“I came to see if you were okay.” Y/N said, avoiding eye contact with him.

Eddie chuckled sarcastically, “Yeah right. You - Y/N L/N, popular girl - came to see if me, Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson - was okay?”

“Of course I did.” Y/N says sincerely.

“Where are all the other jocks and cheerleaders?” Eddie says, looking around, “They’re probably going to want to see it when you make fun of me.”

“Eddie, I'm serious!” Y/N says, finally making eye contact with him. She still felt the strong pull that she did when she first made eye contact with him on her first day.

Eddie sighed, “Okay, if I believe you, why did you follow me? You could’ve just laughed along with your friends.”

“They’re not my friends,” Y/N says, “Only Chrissy and Amanda are. All the others are complete pricks. I hate the way they talk to everyone, especially you and your group of friends.”

“Then why did you stay with them?” Eddie questions.

“Because Chrissy and Amanda did,” Y/N answers honestly, “I tried to convince them to sit at a different table every time but they always wanted to sit with their boyfriends.”

“You need better friends.” Eddie says.

“Trust me, I know,” Y/N says, “They weren’t even the people I wanted to hang around with in the first place.”

“Yeah?” Eddie questions, suddenly intrigued. Of course he wanted her to say that she wanted to sit with him and his friends but he doubted she would.

“I wanted to sit with you and your friends,” Y/N says and Eddie practically explodes, “Your t-shirt looked cool.” Y/N continued and decided to leave out the part about her being drawn to him in favour of not being creepy.

“Wait, let me get this straight sweetheart,” Eddie says and Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach at the nickname, “You wanted to sit with me and my friends on your first day here and not with the popular people.”

“Of course,” Y/N says, “In the couple weeks since I’ve been here, I’ve wanted to get up and leave those assholes and join your table but I thought that you would reject me because of who I was sitting with originally.”

“We would never reject you,” Eddie says sincerely, “We’d be happy to accept an actual princess in the group.”

“Princess, really?” Y/N questioned.

“Have you looked in a mirror?” Eddie teased, “A literal princess.”

Y/N placed her hands over her face, it felt red hot to her, “Eddie, stop!”

“I’m only stating facts.” He says.

Y/N looked at him and smiled. Every time she looked into his eyes she had butterflies in her stomach.

“Do you wanna, y’know, get outta here?” Eddie suggested, “If you don’t want to I totally understand. You surely don’t want to miss your classes.”

“No,” Y/N says, “I definitely want to go with you - I mean get out of here,” Y/N stutters growing flustered, “And my next class was with Jason and I’m pretty sure that he doesn’t want to see me right now.”

Eddie smiles before he opens the door to his van, letting Y/N inside before running around the van to the driver's side.

***

The next day at school when Y/N walked in the cafeteria, she could feel all eyes on her, especially from the jocks and cheerleaders. Y/N spared a glance over to the group she used to hang around with. Only Chrissy and Amanda gave her genuine smiles and actually looked happy to see her. Their smiles stood out among the scowls and glares of the other members sitting at the table.

Eddie, who was seated at his typical table, watched as Y/N walked through the doors. As he watched her spare a glance at the table full of jocks, he couldn’t help but let his heart sink a little in fear that she would go back to them. After the night they had spent together previously, Eddie felt a strong connection to Y/N.

Once the two had left the school, they had lunch before heading back to Eddie’s trailer. The two sat and listened to music all night, neither of them realising how late it was

***

“Oh shit!” Y/N exclaims as she looked at the time, “It’s nearly midnight.”

Eddie looked at the time as well, “Huh? Time really got away from us, didn't it princess?”

Y/N felt hot at the nickname he had designated for her, “I guess it did.”

The two sit in silence for a moment longer before Eddie clears his throat, “Do you, um…do you wanna stay the night? It’s late and you shouldn’t be heading home at this time.”

“Yeah, okay, sure,” Y/N says with a smile, “Only if that’s alright.”

“It’s perfectly fine with me if it’s perfectly fine with you.” Eddie says.

“Then it’s perfectly fine with me.”

“Okay,” Eddie says happily, climbing off the bed, “Do you want to call our parents to tell them?”

“No,” Y/N says, “My mom wouldn’t really notice if she went out on her date anyways.”

Eddie only nodded before rummaging through his drawers and pulling out some clothes for Y/N to wear.

“For you, m’lady.” He says presenting them to her, causing Y/N to giggle. It was a sound that Eddie wished he savoured more.

“Thank you kind sir.” Y/N responded before heading into the bathroom to change.

As the two got ready for bed, they both came to a bump in the road. After the two had changed for bed - Eddie blushing once he saw Y/N in his clothes - the duo had found themselves standing at the foot of the bed.

“So…” Eddie broke the silence, “Do you want to take the bed and I can sleep on the couch?”

“Don’t be silly!” Y/N scolded, “I’m not kicking you out of your own bed.”

“But I’m not letting you sleep on the most uncomfortable couch in existence, the floor is probably more comfortable than the couch.” Eddie rejected her offer.

“Then I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“What? No!” Eddie exclaims, “You’re a guest you can’t sleep on the floor, I will.”

Before Y/N could stop him, Eddie grabs a couple of pillows and a blanket before laying down on the floor. It was probably more comfortable than the couch but it still wasn’t comfortable in the slightest. Y/N, playfully shook her head at Eddie before climbing into the bed. As she laid down, the only thing she could smell was Eddie - it was comforting to her.

“Goodnight Eddie.” Y/N says.

“Good night, princess.” Eddie mumbled back.

When Eddie thought that Y/N was asleep, he tossed and turned on the floor trying to get comfortable. At the rate he was going, he wouldn’t get any sleep at all.

“You can join me up here if you’re uncomfortable.” Y/N mumbled sleepily.

“Are you sure?” Eddie asked, not wanting to overstep boundaries.

Y/N let out a quiet hum before moving over to allow Eddie onto the bed. He crawled in next to her, but made sure to keep a distance between them, he didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable.

“You can get closer than that.” Y/N says.

Eddie got a little closer until their bodies were almost touching, if he moved the slightest inch, their bodies would be pressed together. Before Eddie could wish her goodnight again, Y/N was passed out.

***

“Eddie!” Dustin says from beside him.

“What?” Eddie snapped, rudely awakened from his daydream.

“Y/N’s walking over here.” Dustin says in a hushed whisper.

Eddie lifted his eyes to meet Y/N’s and as soon as their eyes met, she smiled at him. Her smile made his heart melt.

“Henderson, Wheeler,” Eddie says without taking his eyes off of Y/N, “Move up!”

“What? No!” Mike says.

“Do it!” Eddie snapped before they both sighed and moved up a seat.

As Y/N approached Eddie and sat down next to him, Eddie looked at her like she held the whole world in his hands. Everyone else at the table was confused as to why Y/N L/N would sit with them. Of course they had all heard her outburst the previous day but they never imagined her to sit with them.

“Is it cool if I sit with you guys?” Y/N questioned, looking around at the table and her question was immediately responded to by a chorus of yes’s.

Y/N turned back to Eddie, “Hey is it okay if I return your clothes tomorrow? I left them at my house this morning.”

“Keep ‘em,” Eddie says, “They looked better on you anyways.”

Y/N shyly looked down at the table after Eddie’s complement so she missed all of the stares being passed around the table, each person having the same burning questions to ask.

Clearing his throat, Dustin broke the silence, “So, um, Y/N,” She looked up at him, “Why did you decide to sit with the ‘freaks’ of the school?”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows, “Don’t call yourselves that. You guys aren’t freaks. And you guys seemed cool and a lot nicer than those assholes that I sat with.”

The group shared smiles at Y/N’s sour expression upon talking about the cheerleaders and jocks, they were glad that she shared the same opinion as them.

“So Y/N,” Eddie spoke up, “Would you care to join us at Hellfire tonight?”

“Sure!” Y/N says happily, “I’m not sure what it is but I’ll join.”

“We play D&D.” Mike piped up.

“Ohhh,” Y/N says, “I heard of that. I don’t know how to play it though.”

“Don’t worry,” Eddie says before lowering his voice, “I am an excellent teacher.”

Y/N felt her face heat up as she continued to make eye contact with Eddie. The butterflies in her stomach felt as if they were going hundreds of miles per hour. Breaking the eye contact to look down at her watch, Y/N gasped.

“I’m so sorry guys but I’ve got to head to class early,” Y/N says, gathering her things, “My teacher says that she wanted to go through my assignment with me.”

Before leaving, Y/N did something very bold. She leant down before placing a soft kiss on Eddie’s cheek.

“I’ll see you all later.” Y/N says before quickly walking away.

Eddie watched her walk away with a bright red blush on his face. Once she was out of sight, he turned back to everyone.

“You’re down bad, man.”

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

Promptober: Day Fourteen

Eddie Muson x fem!reader 758 words.

You were positive your parents would’ve had more of an issue leaving you in the house alone with Eddie, if the boy wasn’t wearing your frilly, pink apron. 

It covered his black jeans, his ripped band t-shirt, his denim vest with all the patches that your mother always stared at. It didn’t take away from his messy curls or his tattoos, but you thought he looked just as fucking as pretty as he always did. 

“We’ll be home around midnight,” your dad told you, fixing his cuff links as staring at Eddie even as he spoke to you. “Remember and lock the doors properly after your friend leaves.”

He said ‘friend’ like a challenge, like he dared Eddie to argue. But the boy just smiled wide, dimples showing and leaning against your mothers clean kitchen counter, looking entirely out of place. 

“Yes, dad,” you let him kiss your cheek before your mother did the same, leaving a cloud of flowery perfume behind. “Enjoy the show, guys.”

Eddie waved them farewell, holding back his grin as they both walked out the front door, eyeing him suspiciously until they couldn’t see him any longer. The door clicked shut and Eddie let out a snort. 

You whacked the boy with a hand that was already dusted with flour, hiding your own smile as you tried to admonish him.  

“Eddie,” you scolded, cheeks flushed. “Stop.”

He grabbed at you, brown eyes all fine as he manhandled you into a hug, arms wrapped around you, looking at you with a wicked gaze. 

“What?” He spluttered, “does your daddy not know I sneak into your bed every night?”

The boy kissed your cheek, nipped at your jaw when you poked your fingers between his ribs, nose scrunched in embarrassment because he was right. 

“Of course he doesn’t know,” you scoffed, reaching up to tug at a stray curl. “D’you want me to tell him?” 

Eddie grinned and shook his head, pushing you back into the counter with a familiar look in his eyes. 

“Absolutely fucking not,” he whispered, leaning down to catch your lips with his. 

You indulged him for a little while, lazy kisses that tasted like brown sugar and vanilla, all Eddie, a hint of smokiness underneath. But when his tongue licked over the seam of your lips, you grinned and pulled back, patting at his chest.

“You’re supposed to be helping me, not manhandling me.”

“You invited me over under false pretenses, woman,” Eddie sniffed but there wasn’t any malice behind his words. “You told me that we’d have the house to ourselves.”

“We do,” you reminded him, picking up the wooden spoon again, swirling it into the batter that was almost overflowing from the large, red bowl. 

The whole house smelled like sugar and vanilla, the kitchen counters littered with stray chocolate chips and dusted in flour. The same white powder was flecked across the boy’s curls, a suspiciously Eddie sized handprint on your ass. 

“Nothin’ was mentioned about making brownies for El’s bake sale,” Eddie grumbled good naturedly. 

You knew he didn’t mind, because he’d let you loop the pink apron around his neck without complaint, smiling at the mess you’d gotten yourself into, humming in delight when he kissed you and you tasted like chocolate. 

“Hop���s is picking up late shifts and Joyce is with Will and Mike at some convention thing in Ohio,” you told him, doe eyed and placating. You weren’t even sure why you were trying to justify yourself, you knew Eddie didn’t mind. “She needs help.”

Eddie would do anything for you. 

It’s why he smacked another kiss to your cheek, caught the corner of your lips too and grinned, throwing back his curls a little dramatically and inspected the batter in your bowl. 

“Promise I get all of your attention afterwards?” He stuck his finger into the chocolate goo, laughing when you batted his hand away. 

“Only if you behave yourself.” It was a lie, you’d give him all your attention regardless. 

As if to prove your point, his hands snuck back out to pull you into him, egg shells and icing sugar spilling off of the worktops as he spun you against him. You squeaked, tried not to give in and smile, but god, it didn’t work. 

Eddie kissed you sweet, nice and soft, the way he was good at, nipping at your bottom lip like he was promising something more and when he finally pulled away, flour streaked white across his black t-shirt, he said:

“Sweetheart, when have I ever behaved?”

[waratah-moon]

can I request some dad!eddie?

"If you can't sleep, do you wanna have sex?" Pairing: dad!eddie x mom!reader (gremlinverse) WC: 2.5k Warnings: SMUT 18+ (oral f receiving, unprotected sex - established relationship), mentions of vomiting (sick toddler), tooth rotting fluff, no y/n masterlist / send me a message 💌 / read on ao3

You looked at the alarm clock on your bedside table: 3:03am. Indie had been awake complaining of a sore tummy all night. You'd rubbed her back, given her pepto-bismol, read her a story, you'd even given her some of those ginger chews you kept in the cupboard for when Wayne came over. She'd only just fallen asleep, but you weren't sure it would last.

"How is she?"

"She threw up so she should be feeling better."

"Poor Gremlin, what do you think did it?"

"Part of me is thinking the chocolate milkshake, cheeseburger, apple pie and ice-cream, and two butterfingers didn't mix well together."

Eddie had taken Indie on a daddy-daughter date earlier that night; starting at her favourite diner off I-69 and ending at the arcade. Indie was beyond happy that he’d won her Wish Bear stuffed toy and it instantly took place of pride on her bed. "Yeah that's my bad. I can't say no to her."

"You need to learn," you groaned, rubbing your eyes with heels of your palms. "She'd four, Eds. Her brain isn't connected to her stomach yet."

"I'm sorry, it's those big eyes. She's got superpowers."

You huffed, pulling back the covers and grabbing your book from the bedside table. "Seems her superpower tonight is keeping me awake. I'm gonna go read on the couch."

"Wait, baby," he reached for your waist, pulling himself up so his bare chest was pressed against your back. He pushed your hair aside, exposing your neck. You could feel the faint prickle of his stubble against your skin. "If you can't sleep, do you wanna have sex?"

"Our daughter just vomited, which I had to clean up by the way, and you're asking if I want to fuck you?"

"Was more thinking you could lie back and relax and I'd fuck you, but I'm fine with whatever."

"Oh, sorry, of course, your way makes more sense."

"C'mon baby, please? This is the first night in ages she hasn't slept in our bed."

It was true, Indie had been clingier than usual lately. According to Mrs. Sampson next door that was completely natural for her age group, both her sons went through the same thing at her age. You still thought that maybe you weren’t doing enough, that your increased work hours and relying on your friends for babysitting made you a bad mom.

"I'm not in the mood right now."

"Okay, okay," Eddie stopped kissing your neck, his hands slipping under your tee-shirt to your shoulders. "How about I just give you a massage instead? You've been working so hard lately."

"That'd actually be nice," you sighed as his fingers kneaded a knot from your shoulders.

"C'mere, take your top off and lay down," he pushed the hem of your top over your head and you tossed it aside, laying flat on your stomach.

Eddie began rubbing your back, using just the right amount of pressure to relax your muscles. You groaned when he moved up your spine, his fingers loosening the tense knots between your shoulder blades and at the base of your neck. His hands worked down, sending tingles up your spine when he moved along your ribcage to your lower back. He squeezed your ass through the fabric of your sleep shorts before kneading the backs of your thighs and down to your calves. When he got to your feet, he picked one up, his thumbs pressing into the arch of your foot. He was hitting all the right pressure points; the arch, the heel, the balls of your toes. His touch was making all the days worries fade away. He switched to the other foot, repeating the motions. It was rare that you got to spend this much time alone together, and you were just waiting for your daughter to ruin the moment by calling out. But she didn't.

"Alright, on your back," he instructed. You made a noise of surprise and he added, "I'm not done, roll over."

You did as he asked, and went straight to squeezing your breasts. "Eddie!" It came out as a whisper-squeal, your body tensing.

"What? It's a full service massage, that includes taking care of the girls," he rolled your nipple between his fingers, and it instantly hardened. "C'mon, I know this is feeling good."

You hummed, caving to his motions and you sank back into the mattress.

He pressed his lips to the breast he wasn't fondling, leaving kisses against the skin before sucking on the nipple, his tongue flicking against the bud.

Your hands found their way into his hair, holding him against your chest. "I know what you're doing."

"Hmm?" He caught your eye, widening his in feigned ignorance.

"You're trying to get me wet so I'll let you fuck me."

"I would never," he scoffed, still toying with your nipple. "And the fact that you think so lowly of me that I would purposely try and turn you on for my own gain." He clicked his tongue, "that’s just mean, baby.”

“Save the speech, Brando. It worked.”

His eyes lit up. “It worked?” He noticed your smirk and coughed, raising his brow, “I mean, what worked?”

“Wafer thin ice, Edward,” you pulled his head up to meet your lips and kissed him.

His mouth worked slow and sweet against yours and you could still taste toothpaste on his tongue. He smelled like apricot, the scent of your shampoo that he always said he never used, but it seemed to run out too quickly for just one person. You weren’t mad about it, though. You knew he only used it when he was missing you.

You and Eddie hadn’t had a lot of time together recently, let alone time alone. He’d taken extra hours at the garage and you were working overtime at the office, both trying to put away enough savings to buy your first house.

You lifted your hips as his hands slipped beneath your shorts, allowing the fabric to fall down your thighs. "Wanna take my time with you."

You let him push your thighs open, settling himself between your legs. "Not too long, Eds. I'm tired."

"We can just go to sleep sweetheart, I don't mind."

"No, no, I wanna. Just gentle tonight please, nothing rough."

“Alright baby, nice and slow. I’ll get you off first, okay?”

“Okay.”

He kissed along you sternum, trailing his lips across you stomach and down the inside of your thighs. His hair tickled your pubic bone as he sucked a hickey in the crease of your thigh.

“Eddie!” You hissed, your hand finding its way into his hair and pulling his face up to meet yours. “What are you doing?”

“What do you mean ‘what am I doing?’ You know what I’m doing. I’m the only person who’s going to see it.”

“I have an appointment with the gynaecologist tomorrow!”

“That’s tomorrow?” He grimaced, eyes sheepish. “I’m sorry. I guess it’s proof your sexually active, right?”

“I think the proof of that is the four year old in the other room.”

“I’ll stop.”

“No, no,” you sighed, smoothing his hair back. “Just some warning next time. Keep going.”

“You sure?” He still had his palms keeping your thighs spread, the light from the alarm clock reflecting in his eyes.

“Yes Eddie! Seriously my vagina is on display here, just please eat me out already.”

“Alright. Can I just say, for the record, your pussy is very cute.”

“Cute? It’s suppose to be sexy.”

“She is sexy! But she’s also cute.” He placed a kiss right above your clit before licking a stripe up your centre. “And she tastes incredible.”

You tried to roll your eyes but the tingling feeling you were getting from Eddie sucking on your clit knocked all the sarcasm out of your body.

He was alternating between licking and sucking, and you knew he was just warming you up. He was waiting for that hitch in you breath, the shuddering of your thighs that would tell him which motion to stick to to bring you to orgasm.

Right now it was the combination of his curling fingers and the circling of his tongue that made your stomach flutter and a little yelp escape from your throat.

“Oh, that’s what’s doing it tonight, huh?”

“Fuck, stop talking, just keep doing that.”

“I love it when you’re desperate f’me sweetheart, really adds to my ego.”

“Eddie I swear to god, please shut the fuck up,” your voice shook, the edges rough. You didn’t mind his dirty talk, but right now you needed him to keep moving his tongue.

He let you push his head close against your centre. As his tongue worked against you, you felt the familiar heat in the pit of your stomach, the heat that made your legs weak and shot pins and needles down to your toes. You breath came out in short, ragged gasps as he held your thighs down against the mattress. He let you ride out your orgasm, only stopping his movements when your breath slowed and your body relaxed.

When you finally opened your eyes, Eddie was staring at you doe eyed, his chin resting on your stomach. “Good?”

You let out a small puff of air through your nose, “C’mere.” You knew he was waiting for you to tell him how good he makes you feel. Even after all these years together he still needed the validation. “That was perfect, baby.” He hummed against your lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the stubble on his chin scratching against your skin.

He pulled off his boxers and you could see he was already hard and reddened at the tip, barely visible in the low light.

He pushed himself through your folds, using the slickness of your arousal to ease himself into your tight cunt.

He stilled, the tip of his cock barely breaching your hole. "Shit, baby. I love how fucking incredible you feel around me. Is this okay?"

"Yeah, Eds. Keep going."

He buried himself deeper within you and you let out breath as you felt your walls flutter and stretch around him. "God, I missed this. You feel so fucking good, Jesus H Christ."

He moved to thrust within you, but you held his hips still. "Hang on, just stop a minute. I just want to feel you."

He lasted about five breathes before he groaned, his hips stuttered, "baby it feels too good, I have to move."

"Just give me a minute, Eds," you cupped his face, your thumbs brushing over his cheek bones, guiding his eyes to meet yours. "Just breath." You could feel him sitting deep in your belly, the ridges of his cock filling you out.

"I can feel all of you it's insane."

"That's the point, I love feeling this close to you."

"Sweetheart, I don't think we can get any closer." You wrapped your legs around his hips, your feet resting on his ass and pulling his pelvis flush against you. "Please, just let me cum and we can stay like this for as long as you want."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

It didn't take long for Eddie to finish, only about five minutes of slow thrusts and your fingertips scratching his scalp. He'd told you before that this was his favourite way to have sex; slow and meaningful with you whispering sweet nothings beneath him, touching every part of his skin you could get your hands on.

He kept his promise, staying deep inside you once he finished, stroking you hair. "It's crazy how in love with you I am."

"Yeah? I'm pretty batshit about you too."

He propped himself up on his elbow, raising his eyebrow. "Batshit?"

"Insane. I was trying to be cute," you tried to counter with a pout which Eddie instantly pounced on, kissing it off your lips.

"You are cute. And sexy. So sexy. And smart. And beautiful. And compassionate. And brave. And-"

You squished his cheeks between the palms of your hands and pecked his lips. "Okay, okay, this could go on forever but I wanna sleep so let's clean up so we can cuddle."

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You'd just fallen into that sweet space between awake and asleep when you heard the door creak open. "Mama?" You sat up to see Indie in the doorway holding her new stuffed care bear by its foot. "I want to sleep here."

Eddie spoke before you had a chance to form an excuse. "Not tonight, Gremlin. Mama's got to get up early for work tomorrow. She needs her sleep."

"Please?" You could tell by her voice that she was jutting out her lower lip, puppy dog eyes wide.

"How about I come sleep with you in your room, that way we can let mom have her rest." He swung his legs over the side on the bed, blinking to adjust his eyes to the light.

"Eds," you knew it would be ridiculous for him to try and squeeze next to Indie on her twin-sized bed, but he insisted it was more comfortable than it looked. Even if he spent the next day wincing and gripping his lower back like an old man.

"Okay. Carry me please?"

"It's only for a couple of hours," he pressed a kiss to your forehead and tucked the covers beneath your chin. "Alright Gremlin, beddy byes time."

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When six AM finally rolled around, Eddie wandered into the kitchen, his brows furrowed in a wince, bags heavy beneath his eyes.

“Coffee?”

“Please. You know our daughter snores? She gets that from you.”

“I do not snore,” you poured coffee into his mug and spooned in some sugar.

“You absolutely do. Only when you’re really tired.” He made soft little snoring sounds. “Like that, it’s cute.”

You frowned, passing him the mug. “Is your back okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll survive. It’s not the bed, it’s that she starfishes and hits me in the face every time she rolls over. At least when she sleeps in our bed she stays still.”

“We need to get her sleeping by herself.”

“I know, I know. Tonight, yeah? She’s on her own.” He poured some cereal into the bowl you set in front of him. “While I was lying awake with Gremlin’s hand in my mouth I was thinking.”

“Yes?”

“How about we give Steve and Robin some quality Gremlin time and have a date night next weekend?”

“A date night? Can we stay home?”

“Sure. I’ll make that pasta you like.”

“I’ll call Steve later and set it up.”

“Do you think you can wear that little red thing I like?”

“With the garter and the stockings?”

Eddie nodded, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth as he poured some milk into his bowl.

“‘Course, baby. Anything for you.”

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[madnessformunson]

Double Daddy Part 9

Notes: sorry this chapter took so long and it’s pretty short, the next one is longer. Hope you all enjoy 🖤

Also when I pasted it into tumblr my formatting changed a lot so it looks really weird but I’m too lazy to try to fix it 🖤

You slam the front door once you follow in the house behind your dad. He is shaking his head as you cross your arms in frustration.

“You are not even trying to hear me out dad! You don’t know the whole story” you shout at him.

“I don’t need to know the whole story y/n, he clearly has been sleeping around with multiple people” Hopper states as he makes his way into the kitchen. Joyce is there preparing lunch but makes no effort to join in on your discussion.

“Dad we were anything serious” you start to argue but Hopper cuts you off, “somehow that doesn’t make this situation any better”

“He slept with Chrissy one time at a party where he was drunk at Dad. I’m not the biggest fan of the situation either but it is what it is, at the end of the day he is the father of my baby. I need to be able to get along with him.”

“I understand that y/n, it just-it just really upsets me that he upsets you so much, I don’t want you getting hurt by him” Hopper says as he pulls you into a hug.

It was a great warm hug. One of the best hugs you’ve had in such a long time. You don’t know if it was your raging hormones or the fact that you and your dad haven’t shared a hug like this in forever, but you started to cry.

“Oh honey I’m sorry” he says to you as he squeezes you tighter.

“It’s ok dad, I’m ok. I just need to be on good terms with Eddie because… I think I might want to keep the baby” you respond, still buried into his embrace.

“Y/n you know all I ever want is for you to be happy and healthy. It up to you if you decided you want to raise the baby but I really encourage you to weigh out all your options and make the best decision for not only you but the baby as well”

After that was said, hugs were released and the tears that had spilled out of your eyes were wiped.

“Here” Hopper said as he tossed his truck keys to you, “why don’t you go to your appointment and stop by Eddie’s on your way home. Curfew of 9pm sharp”

“10pm?” You said with a laugh and smile.

“9:30 and not a second passed” he agreed and you nodded as you made your way to the truck.

The appointment went well and everything was on the right one track. You are 16 weeks now.

After the appointment you drove to Eddie’s trailer. Once you pulled up you realized you didn’t know if Eddie had informed his uncle of your current situation. You dig through the truck until you find an old black pullover of yours. It definitely didn’t completely hide the bump but it made it not as prominent.

You slowly approach the door as your heart starts racing. You practiced what you thought you would say in the car on the way over but now? You had no idea. You knock lightly three times on the door. Wayne answered it in a rush, continuing to button up his work shirt.

“Hi Mr. Muson, I was wondering if Eddie was home” you said rather quietly.

“Kid I’m pretty sure you’ve known Eddie for years now and I’ve told you repeatedly to just call me Wayne” he said as he stepped out of the doorway so you could walk inside.

“Sorry”

“It’s ok kid, haven’t seen you in a while around here” he said as his eyes drifted to your growing stomach then back up to your eyes.

You just stood there uncomfortably for a second.

“Well I’m off to work now, Eddie should be in his room. Make yourself at home” he stated as he turned to grab a to-go cup of coffee and headed out.

You approached Eddie’s door and knock, “hey Ed’s it’s me can I come in”

You hear movement and sniffling behind the door before it is opened to reveal Eddie. His eyes were red and glossy with puffy cheeks to match, you could tell he had been crying. His messy curls pulled into a loose bun at the back of his head, no shirt on his body, just some old black pajama pants.

“What are you doing here y/n?” Eddie said in a concerned voice.

“Just wanted to check on you, seemed like you had quite the life changing afternoon”

He gestured you in the room and you sat on the edge of his unmade bed while he took a spot in the desk chair. It’s was silent for a few moments before Eddie decided to break it.

“I am so so sorry y/n”

“I know” you said emotionless.

“No seriously I’m so so so sorry, I don’t know where my head has been the past couple months and I just-“ Eddie started but you soon cut him off.

“I don’t want to say it’s ok Eds cause it’s not but I’m willing to put it behind us. I’m willing to work together as a team so we can raise our daughter together” you said looking down at your shoes.

“I’ll figure out someway to make it up to you I swe- wait did you just say daughter?” Eddie said as he stood up to sit next to you on the bed.

You nod. “I had an appointment today, remember? They were able to tell me they are pretty sure the baby is a girl”

“Fuck I was suppose to take you to that appointment I’m so sorry-“

“No more sorry’s munson, I’ll give you a free pass for today since it was a really shitty day for you” you smile at him.

“I think-I think I want to keep her” you say to him in almost a whisper.

“Are you sure that’s what you want”

“I’m still going through all my options but every day I feel closer and closer to her, I want what is best for her of course but I also want to try to give that to her” you say, placing a hand on your rounded tummy.

You get back home not long after that. Joyce and Hopper sat in the dining room, just the two of them in the dimly lit room.

You greet them which breaks their deep conversation they were having.

“Hey sweetie, how was your appointment?” Joyce says as she motions you over to sit at the table with them.

“It was good, the doctor said we are healthy.” You said with a smile as you sat down.

“Your dad mentioned that you are thinking about keeping the baby?” Joyce asked as she took your hands into hers.

“Yeah I’m still trying to decide though, nothing is set yet” you wiggle in your seat, feeling uncomfortable with the conversation.

“I know that right now, this feels like the hardest part but it’s not dear. This is the easiest part, once the baby is here is when the real struggles begin. There are amazing and beautiful moments in raising a child, but there are also dark and lonely days. Children don’t come with a book. But I hope you know, whatever you decide your father and I will support you in any way we possibly can. And we will be incredibly proud of you, no matter what you choose.”

Tears break loose from the brim of your lids.

“Oh sweetie, I didn’t mean to upset you” Joyce says, taking you in for a hug.

You embrace the hug and then wipe your eyes with your sleeves, “this is so hard, I want to make the right decision but it doesn’t feel like there is a right one. I just want to do what’s best for her”

Your dad joins in the conversation now, “her? It’s a girl?”

You nod and more tears spill over.

“Oh sweetie congratulations!” Joyce says as she covers her mouth with her hands in excitement.

“You know we will help you in any way we can y/n, we love you both so much” your dad said as he got up to give you a hug as well.

“Thank you both so so much”

The next day Joyce came into your room early to wake you up. Honestly you were pretty pissed she woke you up because you were so tired, but you were trying to be nicer to everyone. She told you to get dressed and come down stairs as soon as you were ready.

You threw on your leggings which were the only pair of bottoms you had that fit you anymore. You topped it with an oversized sweatshirt and your sneakers.

You ran down the stairs and sat at the table, filling your plate up with the breakfast foods Joyce had made.

There was a knock at the door, followed by Steve entering the house before anyone came to open the door.

“Good morning!” He entered with a smile making his way over to the kitchen table.

You mumble as you stuff a biscuit into your mouth. Steve reaches over to grab a piece of food off your plate to which you promptly smacked it away.

“What are you doing here Steve? Don’t you have your own family to annoy in the mornings” Hopper said as he sipped his black coffee. Your dad's comment made you chuckle and Steve took a seat at the table.

“I know she’s moody because she’s pregnant but what’s your excuse?” Steve said with a laugh.

Hopper rolled his eyes, “seriously what are you doing here”

Just then Joyce enters back to the table, “I asked him to come over and take El and Will to the arcade for the day, I wanted to have some girl time with just y/n”

You almost choke on your food. Joyce has been amazing to you but ‘girl time’ still wasn’t something you enjoyed.

“Why can’t El come too? She’s a girl” you ask, not making eye contact.

“Because I don’t think she’s going to find going to the maternity and baby store that exciting”

“Do we have to go do that today?” You let out with a groan.

“Yes we do, you need more than one pair of pants y/n. Plus I already talked to Eddie and he will be meeting us there so we can look at some of the essentials you’ll be needing for the baby”

Your eyes grew wide “why would you invite Eddie? I thought we were having a girls day. I really really don’t want to do this”

“I just figured it would be good for him to tag along so he knows what you guys are gonna need if you decide to raise the baby”

“This should be considered torture” you let out another loud groan, placing your head into your hands.

“No torture would be me pulling out my old maternity clothes from the Rubbermaid container in the garage and telling you to wear those” Joyce replied as she started to eat her own breakfast.

[sunnylands-world]

Hey guys I'm planning to post soon 🤍 [ technically i have already posted a fic, I think yesterday]

Here's a list of some to look out for!!

Perception - vampire draco smut

Draco can tell if you want him rather you tell him or not...

Cookies - Eddie Munson fluff

Eddie thinks you remind him of cookies...

Batch of cookies - Jim Hopper smut

You've just moved to town with your parents. your mother thinks it's only the neighbor thing to do for you to bring cookies to the chief your father works with but not everything stays that way...

Milky - stepdad Draco smut [soft sex in Draco's pov]

Your stepfather is so lonely and down after he finds out your mother cheated luckily he still has you when he needs someone to comfort him...

Freeing - draco Malfoy fluff

Hogwarts is stressful and every once in awhile you just need to be free

Twisted ties - best friends dad draco smut

[this is meant to be a simple fic but I'm thinking about a series]

Your invited to your friends place for the summer you never meant to fall for his father

Pretty tears - Eddie Muson hurt/ comfort

Your insecurities from growing up affect your relationships but Eddie won't let you believe you're anything less than what he sees you as... [based on my thoughts and childhood]

The next part to my series (proffessor and the other) since I've been lacking [sorry 😔]

And I'll be doing my request but I'm doing the Mafia draco smut first since it's a part 2 to fine line

[honeystwiggypeach]

eddie x pregnant!reader "eds, im late..." "wdym babe its 8am your not late" "eds..."

Bestie I’m going to be honest incredible embarrassing of me to have taken this long to get to your request I’m so sorry about that but uhm…here it is? Sorry for the wait hon litterally just dropped all motivation when I got a cat because I love him sm???? But also now he’s my little editor😭he’s reading as I type(more like being nosey😞)Anywho enough rambling!!! Tysm for requesting I love the idea sm!!!!(…also maybe did add single mom reader in there because let me tell you…it’s my fav troupe😭)

You and Eddie got together not long after your daughter Eden was born, she was almost eight months old when you first met and a few months later you’d found yourself in quite the predicament, you and Eddie had been practically together at this point with him living in your house and helping you care for Eden.

Tonight however, Eddie has been out forever obviously, with the sudden change everything goes haywire. Eden refused to go to sleep without Eddie there and you’ve only now noticed your period is almost three months late…

Finally when you think all hope is lost Eddie comes home hands stuffed in his pockets, he’s smiling and giggling like and idiot.

“Where have you been?” your brows are furrowed.

“Baby, “he snickers, “I was out getting you a gift!” He pulls his hands from his pocket and follows is a small dainty necklace.

“Oh Eddie it’s beautiful” you use the opportunity of taking the necklace to hand over a cranky Eden and like clock work he settles her almost in an instant and she’s asleep before you know it he’s tucking her into bed before going to shower.

When he comes to bed, you’re nervous so nervous in fact you fall asleep.

In the morning when his alarm goes off on a Saturday, he groggily turns to turn it off and you decide maybe it’s now or never or who knows what you were thinking honestly because the next thing you say is , “Ed’s I’m late…”

“Babe it’s 8am…and Saturday where do you need to go?”

“No Eddie…”

His eyes widen, “have you taken a test?” He’s seemingly wide awake.

“Not yet I haven’t had time” and with nothing else being said at 8am in his flannel pants and band t-shirt, he’s running to the local corner store for a few pregnancy tests.

They’d come back positive and looking back now, as you hold your baby girl in your arms Eden sat between you and Eddie as she sees her new baby sister for the first time, you don’t think you’d change any of it for the world.

Anywho! Let me know if you guys want to see anything else because I want inspo or something idk😭

Tags~ @ruinedbythehobbit @lacunaanonymoused

(Guys my fault I have no idea who’s on my taglist for just all dad Eddie content and any dad Eddie so if you aren’t tagged or are tagged randomly pls let me know or if I need to add you to the tag list just pls let me know so I can settle this!)

[bmodiwrites]

for the au ask game!

— steddie soulmates AU, like you only see in black and white until you touch your soulmate for the first time

Oh, I love this one! Thanks for sending it my way. As a color blind person, I think this is a really interesting concept. It ended up being a lot longer than I intended - sorry not sorry? :P

(i)

It's important to establish right away that there is some free will involved in the whole soulmate thing. How the person feels about the idea of having a soulmate determines how quickly the visual change sets in.

For Steve, the change is instantaneous. He's a twelve year old kid in a brand new town, just trying to fit in. Up until they got to Hawkins, Steve's family moved from place to place quicker than Steve could get through a school year. His dad says they're here to stay now, but Steve's not one to get his hopes up. The town hasn't blown him away so far, anyway. Though that quickly changes when Steve meets Eddie. He's in seventh grade so recess is the only part of the day Steve gets to really have to himself. No one's interested in making friends with the new kid, anyway.

There's a small tree by the edge of the basketball court that Steve's been hanging around since the beginning of the school year - like always, he makes his way over there. That day was different, though. Steve notices that someone's sitting there halfway across the basketball court, pausing just long enough to get hit by a rogue pass. The kid who threw it tries to apologize, but the glint in his eye is too bright for anything to be accidental. Steve trucks on, rubbing the back of his head. He's distracted enough to forget about the person sitting in his usual spot until Steve's once again getting hit, though this time, it's entirely his own fault. He reaches out to grab the boy's shoulder and is completely taken aback. Steve's only ever heard color described by his mother and her explanation is absolutely nothing compared to the experience. Suddenly, Steve sees skies and trees - absolutely everything - completely differently.

In true Eddie Muson fashion, he fights against the establishment. Which makes sense because all Eddie's ever seen of soulmates is disappointment and sadness. His mother died before he could remember her, making his father a shell of a person who could care less about Eddie who's an exact replica of a woman that brought color into his life and went right ahead and took it away in one fell swoop. He understands to an extent why his father can't stand him. It doesn't take away from the neglect and abuse Eddie's gets over the years, but he's not completely dense. When he ends up with his uncle, Eddie doesn't even try to get Wayne to talk about a woman that never came around. He's been against soulmates since he was old enough to piece together his dad's drunken rambles. When Steve comes into his life, he digs his heels into the soul shifting change that starts to set in. The boy is adorable and wide eyed, looking at him with a surprise that Eddie immediately tries to hate. He has to, if color starts to set in, he's done for.

(ii)

No matter how Eddie feels about it, there's no going against fate. As the years pass, he can't deny that the world gets a bit bright every time Steve comes around. Eddie's done enough damage over the years to keep some space between them but Steve is so resilient that Eddie's noticed the younger boy can't quite stay away. Eddie's overwhelmed by the fact that he finds it endearing, so he makes the visit hell on Steve. It's almost ritual now, to insult the boy enough to ruffle his feathers and send him on his way. The affection he feels when Steve doesn't even try to hide the smile makes Eddie physically ache. Never mind the fact that Eddie is starting to notice that Steve looks goddamn good in what he now knows is blue. It must be his favorite color because he wears it all the time. Eddie is proud to say he's able to hold off on crumbling to pieces until he's twenty - that's a whole seven years he fought to hold back something he ultimately couldn't control. It's too much to come so close to dying without getting to see Steve blush under him. The day Eddie kisses Steve, he's awake from a coma for the first time in weeks.

Steve never knew frustration until he met Eddie. For Steve, the world is a different place completely center around a boy with dark brown hair and eyes that look like his daddy's whiskey. It's the most glorious thing to happen to Steve and he's slightly taken aback by the rough treatment he receives from the person who suddenly makes his world go round. He's loathe to admit that he cries his little heart out for nights on end for the first little while - it takes time for him to realize that Eddie's not really fight against him, he's trying to take on the world at large. It's not until high school that Steve's aware enough to grasp that concept. It takes a while still, though, for him to stomach the harsh way Eddie could so easily turn on him. Until it becomes the sort of game Steve can play to his advantage, every mean word and hardened look is a direct shot in the heart. Thankfully, his entire being is in tune with Eddie, so he starts to notice when the old boy can't fight fate any longer. It's at the worst time possible, but Steve's been waiting for the day that Eddie finally comes around. They fight and save the world and it's almost perfect except Eddie is in dire condition and it's weeks before Steve sees the chocolatey brown eyes. He's so fucking surprised when Eddie wakes up that it takes him quite a while to respond to a kiss that's so many years overdue.

(iii)

Once that dam breaks, there's absolutely no turning back. Steve's been waiting his entire life to be with the person that makes the world such a vivid place. Being with Eddie makes everything look like a movie in the best definition it can be. The longer the together, the sharper the color is. It's so rich that Steve sometimes gets overwhelmed by just how beautiful the world is. How beautiful Eddie is. And damn, he is - after he recovers, his eyes are bright and his cheeks hold a permanent red in them that makes Steve's entire body light on fire. He loves Eddie so much that it makes the kids sick, often getting him made fun of. It's worth it, though. Steve loves Eddie in his black leather jacket with the crisp white of his shoes. It's a sort of contrast that Steve never thought to miss from life before when shades of gray covered the world. Eddie makes Steve's life something that's filled instead of half empty.

Eddie never figured he'd be the type of person that loves with his whole existence, but as it turns out, he is. Despite how hard he tried over the years to keep him out, Steve's been there and is so easy to incorporate into his life that holding out the way he did seems silly. Uncle Wayne starts to set out a third plate at the dinner table and calls Steve son like he first did when Eddie came to stay. It makes watching Steve smile worth all the pain he knows he's in for somewhere down the line. He tries to keep that little bit of negativity in his life, to keep him honest, but having Steve in his life is too damn good. He's the colors of the rainbow packed in bold hair-dos and clothes that bring so much flavor to Eddie's life. Steve loves yellow and blue (because Eddie likes him in it) and he's the brightest when they're tangled up together alone, but also when the kids, any of them, are around. Eddie never thought he'd be one for fatherhood but he's starting to like the surrogate dad roles he plays with little weirdos that are just like himself before the taint of trauma sets in. Despite the fact that they've tangoed with death so many times, his children are so brave in the way they live their lives.

(iv)

Things really get serious when Eddie decides he can't be away from Steve long enough to drive between their places. He's sure his uncle is all that sad to see him go, anyway. They find a small house on the outskirts of Hawkins - since all of the kids are able to drive now, Eddie doesn't feel bad for the small commute they all have. There's a yard and a small garden and a porch that Steve likes to sit on in the mornings with hair still fresh from sleep and coffee in his hands. It's sappy and gross but Eddie loves Steve fresh from the covers - he's red and dark brown and fresh from hours of lying in Eddie's arms. Though Eddie always has to leave for work at the library relatively early, he's always happy to be a little late if it gets him a glimpse of his other half's easy beauty. If marriage were legal for them, Eddie's sure he'd be petitioning for a license faster than anything. He loves Steve with a surety that makes it hard to understand why anyone would think his love for the man is anything other than pure and real and the most perfect thing Eddie's every experienced.

Steve's blown away by Eddie's idea to live together - he's been sure that Eddie's glacial pace was around to stay. Their place is like a promise that keeps on giving every single day. The house is beautiful and the look on Eddie's face when he comes home for the day is worth every single glare and stare the man ever gave them in an attempt to deny them this happiness. Steve's long past worrying whether Eddie's going to rebel against things - their lives are much to wrapped up in each other's to think that anything could separate them. Steve's happy to know that Eddie likes to be the little spoon in the wee hours of the morning where monsters like to come out to play. He feels safe in Steve's arms when darkness starts to set in. Despite how weird it sounds, Steve knows that forever exists in that comfortability. The family that matters and the people he loves take him and Eddie for who they are. It's nice in the simple way that on a nice day, the sky was blue. For the first time in his life, Steve is sure of something.

(v)

Regardless of the validity of the gesture, Eddie decides to buy Steve a ring. It's silly, he knows that. Steve isn't much of a jewelry person that way that Eddie is but there's something to be said about sentimentality. Their life is permanent, there's no doubt about that. They share a mortgage and bills and grown ass adults that will always be their children. Some day, if Steve wants, Eddie thinks he might like to raise a few of their own. So, a ring means nothing, yet he craves the sight on Steve's finger like Honeycomb and chocolate milk on Saturday mornings. He gets it made, because what sort of nerd would he be if he didn't? It's gorgeous and perfect and just right for both the colors of their skin. Eddie's matching on is nestled next to the one he can't wait to give Steve. He rallies the troops and plans a big night out of it.

Though fate is sometimes kind, there are things that can't be helped - like trucks losing control on the highway. Steve's not able to discern what happens as he's loaded into the ambulance - his only concern is making sure that Eddie knows he's okay. Of course, since it's not legal for couples like them, Steve's parents are the first people notified. He almost laughs at the nurse when they inform him that they wouldn't be coming to the hospital. Steve is quick to give them Eddie's number and waits impatiently for him. Other than the concussion and broken foot, he's okay - but there were moments he thought he wouldn't be. It's a relief to see Eddie's wide eyes as he comes through the door. He's dressed in his best jeans and leather jacket, looking like their night he'd planned was going to be something special. It's too bad that Steve's stuck in a hospital bed, because he's thinking about peeling Eddie out of those pants and nows just not the right time. Eddie's got tears in his eyes and it's sad to see him so distraught. Things are still woozy enough that a black box being thrust in his hand is hard to make out until Eddie taps on the top, drawing attention to it again. Steve's not out of it enough to not realize what it means. His head is nodding before the box is opened and Eddie asks a babbled out version of a future that Steve never wants to live without. It doesn't hurt, either, that he's always had a thing for rings on Eddie's fingers. Steve can stand the heavy weight on his left hand if it means that Eddie wears one that matches.

Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.

[thegrimreaper-probably]

Sad story ahead!

Steve Harrington x dying reader.

Summary: The mall scene! Reader and Billy are half siblings bc Neil cheated on your mom with Billy’s mom. Steve and you are dating

Warning! Talks about seeing ghost and bunch of trauma. This does talk/ imply that you were suicidal! Talk is that in the song says suicide in your arms tonight. Implying that you didn’t care about dying. (Which neither do I but I don’t know if that suicidal)

Based of the song Arms Tonite by Mother Mother

“Y/N!” I yell as she block Billy from the Mind Flayer. I run over to her and ignore everything.

“Y/n?” I hold her body in mine as she’s covered in blood.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’ll be okay. We’ll get out of here.”

“Steve-.”

“Shh save your energy.” I take my shit off and try to stop the bleeding.

“Baby I’m not gonna make it. Please just keep Max safe.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

“I know Billy can but just help him.”

“Billy needs you. I need you!” She pushes the shirt off and I hold her back in my arms. I know she right but I don’t want too.

“I know but at- least I died in your arms.”

“No your not.”

“I love you.”

“Please- what about all the promises we made?” She kiss my cheek with the last of her strength.

“Please I need you.” She smiles sadly and her eyes get tired.

“Y/n I love you too.” She slowly falls limp in my arms as I hug her closer.

“Y/n?” Max asks as tears run down her face as she holds Billy’s body. She screams and Lucas holds her tight as both her step siblings were died.

Steve finally found out why you hated your dad. He was abusive to you and Billy. The dick had tried to sell your guys stuff. Steve bought it all and made sure Max had gotten whatever she wanted from you guy. At the funeral where your mother came to see you for the first time scene you moved here.

You never said your feelings on her but Steve thinks it would be anger now. Your mother was beautiful looked a lot like you which broke his heart even more. Yet she left you with Neil which if she maybe just hadn’t you’d be alive right now.

The worst of all was he still saw you. The funeral you and Billy had been sitting with Max as she cried. He saw you with Billy never alone. A constant reminder as to why he blamed himself.

Then it seemed everyone but him and Max moved on. Dustin was friends with Eddie Muson who now everyone thinks is a murder. Which at first he thought the same, but Vacna or whatever had been killing people. Which now he’s trying to get Max.

“Max please just listen to me.” I say as put batteries in the walker.

“Steve I don’t need you.” She grabs the walker and walks off.

“Max I need to do it for us.” I stand in front of her way.

“I can do it myself!” Max had problems with anger just like Billy. So did Steve but your problem was not caring about death. Not caring what happened to you as long as everyone else was happy. Some sad twisted joke life had on them.

“Max just let me-!” Suddenly I wasn’t in the house. I was at the mall with you.

“Y/n!” I run to her and hug her.

“I fell hard in your arms that night, it was nice. I died in your arms that night. I slipped through into the afterlife, It was nice. White light in your arms that night. I lost sight in your arms that night, It was nice.” She says and breaks the hug.

“Wasn’t so nice for me.” I say angry.

“Hey, you, don't you think it's kinda cute? That I died right inside your arms that night.” Y/n says.

“Y/n I know this isn’t you but I can’t live without you.”

“Really? Because I cried in the afterlife. I cried hard because I have died and you're alive! I tried to escaped the afterlife, I tried hard to get back inside your arms alive.” As she yelled she become bigger and more demonic.

“I don’t want to die with you upset at me. Please?”

“That I fell hard in your arms. I went and died in your arms that night. I fell in your arms tonight. Suicide in your arms.”

“I’m sorry.”

“That I'm fine even after I have died because it was in your arms I died.” Suddenly I’m back home. With everyone screaming as tears stream down my face.

“No- no- no.” I mumble over and over.

“Harrington no what?” Eddie asks.

“FUCK!” I throw a vase at a wall and everyone jumps back.

“You saw her, didn’t you?” I fall down the wall and hug myself and rock. I sob and sob till I feel a hand.

“It was nice.” I look up to see her and whimper.

“Stop it!” I yell at her.

“Steve? Who are you talking too?” Dustin asks.

“STOP TORTURING ME! STOP IT!” Max then hug him as I watch. Billy holding me with a sigh.

“I hate this.” I mumble out.

“I know.” He says.

“I can’t help him. I can’t hold him. I can’t kiss him.” I start to cry.

“Shh.” He says as he rubs back.

“Billy I can’t do this anymore.”

“Hey. Look at me.” I take my faces off his shoulder and look at him.

“We’re gonna make it through this, together. Just like we’ve always said. We’ll move to Cali when your ready. We can go ghost surfing or something. Steve and Max are going to be okay, it takes time.”

“Their just turning into us Billy. Steve doesn’t care about himself and Max has all this anger.”

“It takes time.”

“How much time Billy? Because we died because of it!”

“N/n I don’t know but just trust me on it.” He holds me as I sob with Steve.

“Steve I’m sorry.” Max says after hours of me sobbing and yelling.

“It’s my fault. If I didn’t tell her back then.”

“I think about it everyday but Y/n and Billy were so close. I don’t think she would live without him.” She says leaning into me.

“How do you do it?” I ask after a pause of silence.

“Do what?”

“Not cry everyday.”

“I like to think there in heaven surfing on a big beach. They’re probably just alone but are so happy. They can be free now. Free from Neil, free from this place, free from the monsters. But I know y/n sad, she misses us. She probably watches you and feels so bad. Bad that she caused this pain, bad that she couldn’t have been stronger, bad that she broke the person’s heart that healed her own. Though Billy’s with her, cheering her up. Telling her it takes time and he’ll be better soon.” She’s says as sits up.

“When we were at the funeral. I saw them, together. They had sat down with you, hugging you and I keep seeing them. I don’t know which ones are real or fake or even if I’m going crazy.”

“Do you see them now?” I look at Steve at the small sliver of hope.

“No.” I shred a tear and whimper as I fall into Billy’s arms.

It’s short but mm I kinda like it.

[bluestbloo]

What about me?

eddie munson x f! reader!

warnings! Starts off as angst-ish but fluff ending, jealousy, yelling(?)

A/N! no one talks until the 3rd paragraph, i didnt have many ideas in the beginning lol

summary: you've always loved eddie "the freak" munson. ever since you met him. until he bacame closer with Chrissy Cunningham..

What about me?

You and Eddie Muson have been always close. attached to the hip basically. You have similar music taste, dress styles, intrests, everything. People teased the both of you saying you should date or that you are dating. And despite his dumb flirtatious comments and teasing, you could tell he was joking, and you hated it.

You were minding you buissness in the halls when you saw her. Chrissy Cunningham. You didn't necessarily hate her, but you didn't like her. only because you knew any guy would choose her over you. Even Eddie. She was sweet, kind, pretty, popular. everything you envied. you wanted. but you didn't like her for something that she wouldn't hav much control of. But your stomach churned even mlre at the sight of her and Eddie talking. Laughing together. You saw the way he was smiling, almost like you've never seen. and your heart dropped. You just had to walk past them, despite Eddies attempt to catch your attention.

It was after school and you went straight to the forest nearby. You and Eddies spot. You went there to clear your head and draw while listening to your Walkman. You were listening to your favorite tape while you looked at where your spot was and there they were. Eddie and Chrissy. You turned it off to spy on them, in a small part that you knew you werent seen. You could tell it was a drug deal but they were giggling and joking and, you knew eddie was falling. "Your not what i thought you'd be." Chrissy Stated to Eddie, him messing with his hair "What? Mean and Scary?" "Yeah." Chrissy almosy whispered. "Well to be honest I thought you were scary when i met you." "Me?" they both were beaming. you sat there for a few minutes and got teary. because he started doing what he does with you. the teasing, the way he looked at her, the names. you couldn't help but cry, feeling stupid that you thought he'd love you back. You were back against a tree crying, not even hearing them say goodbye. you heard the crunch of the dead leaves but thought it was nothing. Until you looked up. "Y/N? Why are yiu crying sweetheart? how long have you been here?" It was odd how, really concerned he was. You just wiped your nose and red eyes and tried shrugging it off. "O-Oh nothing! I uh, allergies hah.. And I uh, just got here." You couldn't tell him. you knew hed see you as some obsessive, Jealous asshole. He didn't comment but frowned and offered his hand for you to get up. You took it but still felt so bad. Not what you witnessed, but the fact you spied on them. "So, You still wanna come to the campain tonight? I have something really interesting planned and-" "I can't. Sorry. Im uh, I feel really sick today." He thought something was really odd, but he couldn't do anything. So he accepted it and walked you home. Once he left, you instantly went to your room crying, without even saying hi to your mom or dad. You laid in your bed sobbing, drowning out the knocking on your door from your mom. Hoping shed think your tired and wanted to sleep. which surprisingly worked. After 30 minutes to and hour you went to call Nancy or Robin, Or even Steve. Steve.. SHIT! you forgot you had to work tonight. You got ready and when your mom asked why your working so late You explained yiu had to fill for someone else. You grabbed your skateboard and were off, but you spotted Mike and Dustin. Wonderful. You tried ignoring them but they waved and shouted your name. "Hey!! Y/N!! Cmere!!!" Dustin yelled. You knew you had to stop and say hi. "So you ready for the campain tonight?? Eddies been so excited for this one Apperantly, he has great plans, quote from him." Dustin explained. "Oh, I'd love to but im busy with work. me and steve both have to cover for someone." Dustin frowned, confused. "But the video store is small, Steve can cover for you too!" You left a small frown but Dustin knew you were already upset, if your puffy eyes werent clue enough. "Well if you can escape in the next hour, you know you can make it." Mike Commented while dragging Dustin away. You continued your way to work. though surprisingly it was more busy then ever.

1 Hour later...

While you and Steve were bust at work, the session started. Eddie did announce you were gone, and reasoning you felt sick, when Dustin jumped in. "Sick? well me and mike saw her on her way to work while walking here. maybe work sickness.." Eddie was a little frustrated, considering you lied. "Well, I'll figure that out later. Lets get this started!". A few hours later You and Steve were closing up, while he noticed you were unusually quiet. "Hey, you ok? You've been quiet all day. Something wrong? you did come in with red eyes but i could've been convinced you were high!" he chuckled but when he saw you were still Standoffish he stopped." You can talk to me, you know?" He waited then you spoke up." Its just, you know how much i love eddie."" yup, all you ever talk about" he laughed."We'll theres this girl, Chrissy and shes basically Hawkins Queen! Anyways Shes everything I've ever wanted to be amd Her and Eddie... " You started ranting to Steve and Once you stopped, you noticed a familiar figure approach the door. Eddie. When he opened the door you walked to the back and left Steve and Eddie alone. "Hey dude, no hard feels but we're closing. So i'd suggest you leave." He was cold with his words. He was angry at Eddie, You knew it. "Listen man, I just wanna talk to Y/N. Nothing else" "Well your gonna have to wait." Eddie was frustrated but walked out, waiting for you. You went out the back as Steve walked out front and you both locked up. "Wheres Y/N?" Steve Shrugged and went to his car and left. Eddie went to the back and saw you standing there, though you were hoping he'd be gone. You tried walking past but he grabbed your forearm. "Y/N please, Talk to me. Whats wrong? You've been off all day." You stared down at your feet in hopes hed stop, But he kept pushing. "You Lied, and you know that. You could've told me you had work instead of being sick. why?" You wanted to hold it in but couldnt. You started crying and even shook. "Eddie... I just.. I can't tell you." He got even more concerned. "You'll hate me." "Hate you? My best friend? The person who's been there forever no matter how bad or good? I dont think i would." You just stood there. feelinf Vulnerable. At this point it spilled out like word vomit. "I saw you with Chrissy all day, The laughing, Flirting, Teasing, Names, Everything! In the woods, at our spot i saw you. And i felt so stupid because I've been inlove with some idiot my entire life and it was never returned cause how can someone as amazing and handsome as you like me who cant even compare to chrissy, the queen of hawkins, and I even cried over my stupid feelings because I just cant get over you even if i know you dont like me and--" you tried to breath for air but you nearly collapsed because you were a crying, shaking, vulnerable mess. you could've blacked out but luckily didn't. Then you remembered Eddie was there. You sat on the ground crying, hiding your face. He crouched and placed his hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, I never knew you felt that way about me, But honestly, Was the teasing, Nicknames, and other shit not obvious? no offense but, I've been very clear about how i feel about you, Y/N." You looked up at him. "And Chrissy? Shes waaaay out of my leauge. and if she was, i wouldn't choose her. though theres someone else id have in mind. a pretty, kind, sweet, funny, even a bit nerdy girl. Wanna take a guess?" You blushed and even giggled a bit. His face was so close to yours, So you took your chance and kissed him. and you could tell he waited for it, because he deepened it. Then eventually pulled away, going for your hand." I've never said this to anyone believe it or not, but I love you. I love you Y/N." You just looked at him, adoring everything abkut him. his eyes, lips, nose, everything. "I Love you too, Dork."

[buffyfan145]

Can’t believe it took me this long to realize it but Eddie Muson really is the “Stranger Things” version of Charlie Pace from LOST!!! :D LOST is still one of my all-time favorite shows and I know I’ve seen it’s been an influence for the Duffers for “Stranger Things” not only because of having a large ensemble cast but it being sci-fi. But it dawned on my today how similar one of my favorite characters on there Charlie is to Eddie. Major spoiler warning here for LOST but I think it helps as it makes me even more convinced they’ll find a way to have Eddie in the final season somehow as the exact same thing happened with Charlie.

So Charlie was guitarist/bassist/musician from the band Driveshaft that was a one-hit wonder and he was one of the main characters on the show played by Dominic Monaghan (from “The Lord of the Rings” movies). He quickly became a fan favorite not only for just how loveable and funny he was but his storyline too about being a recovering drug addict while also finding friendships with Hurley (who Dustin has long since been compared to) and Jack (who also my other favorite guy on this show and shared the Steve character type along with Sawyer), but the big part too was his love story with Claire. Claire was a young pregnant girl whose boyfriend had left her and she became a single mom on the island. Her and Charlie surprisingly formed a connection as he helped her while she was feeling down and pretended to get one of her favorite foods peanut butter and made her smile again. The scene where he caved and read her diary and found out she liked him back was so cute. They ended up falling in love and he became step-dad to her baby Aaron (plus they found out Claire was Jack’s sister so really they all became family). Looking back and how I shipped them it is similar to how I felt seeing Eddie with Chrissy.

Then season 4 came about and Charlie got a dire warning from Desmond who had a vision that Charlie was going to die. They spent the rest of the season trying to prevent it but it turned out Charlie had to die to save everyone else. They even included a flashback of a time where he saved a woman from a mugging and she called him a hero which it turned out was how he wanted die and it happened. It was a devastating death and I feel Eddie’s death would’ve worked better if he had been on the show longer like how Charlie was for the full 4 seasons. It’s also why I actually thought it was Steve getting killed off.

But that was not the end of Charlie on the show. Dominic and the writers even did what I’m seeing Joseph and the Duffers say that he wasn’t going to come back only for Charlie to show up as a ghost that only Hurley could talk to and see in season 5. LOL Then season 6 happened, which was the final season, and they brought back so many of the cast who had died because they launched a new storyline that there was an AU/afterlife where the plane never crashed but everyone found each other again. Charlie got to reunite with them all and that scene of Claire going to his concert with Jack, and her and Charlie locking eyes and realizing they found each other again was amazing.

There’s already theories that Eddie might not have died since he was in the Upside Down and things work differently there, or that time travel and alternate timelines could come into play so it’s very possible Eddie could be back especially since season 5 will be the last. I would love too if they found a way to bring back Chrissy too as well as so many of the other “Stranger Things” cast that were killed off as so many shows do this.