#girl dad eddie munson

[kitchen-spoon]

Imagine Steddie dads at their 5 year old daughter’s ballet recital.

Eddie is so into it. He loves taking her to every class and gets her new leotards and tutus and matching hair bows all the time.

Steve is just as proud and buys a brand bew cam corder just for the recital so he can record it and send copies to everyone.

Their daughter’s routine is to ‘animal cracker’s in my soup’ and she starts in a laundry basket made to look like a soup can (made by Eddie of course).

Steve doesn’t even make it past her popping her head out of the soup can before he is crying. Eddie has to take the camera and record because his hands are too shaky and in the background you can hear Steve blubbering about how she’s grown up so much already.

[usedtobecooler]

"daddy, sit still, you gonna ruin it!" the frustrated little huffs from your three year old echo down the hall as you step foot into the apartment, toeing off your shoes next to the door after a long day.

"i'm trying, baby girl, it's tickly," eddie's soft dad voice makes your heart melt, the tender way he coos to her like she hung the moon and the stars.

you walk in through the door to see one of your old eyeshadow pallets balanced haphazardly on the edge of the sofa, your baby girl in her fuzzy pyjamas sat atop eddie's stomach as she runs an old fluffy brush over his eyelids.

"baby love, what're you doing to daddy?" you laugh, sneaking up behind her to check out her handywork. when she notices your presence the widest smile appears, little dimples poking in as her face scrunches up.

"pupple!" she grins, little curly pigtails swaying as she turns around to look at you with her big brown eyes, full of mischief and pride as she shows off the masterpiece.

eddie looks like he's been punched six ways from sunday, dark mauve and vibrant lilacs dusted along his eyelids, right up to his eyebrows. fanning out over his temples, down his lower lash line and onto his cheeks.

"sure is purple, baby," you smile back, sticking two thumbs up in her direction, which she copies with enthusiasm, "you look so pretty, daddy!"

eddie peels one eye open, wild curls fanned out over the sofa pillow from where he's slumped, hands on your daughters back to keep her upright, "pretty enough to take on a date?"

"absolutely," you beam, leaning over to give him a small kiss, grinning against his lips, "maybe to the movie theatre... or on a late night stroll... or anywhere dark."

"ha ha," eddie responds dryly, rolls his eyes, before putting his attention back on your little one, "and what do you think, princess? where should we go to show off your gorgeous artwork?"

her little chubby finger points towards the door, "park!" she giggles, high pitched and screechy, as she clambers off of eddie with great enthusiasm.

you end up in the park, in broad daylight, amongst giggling mothers and other small children who look mixtures of mortified and awe struck.

[djarintreble]

Hello!💐 Hope your having a good day, so far!☺️

I want to tell you, that I'm a BIG fan of your "My Two Favorite Girls" series!💖

I would like to request a fic, where it goes back to when Eddie and fem! Reader first met, and maybe when they first kissed💋🤭.

Awe thank you, babes!!! I appreciate the love! I’ve missed the dad!Eddie series. I haven't had the chance to update it due to a really tough semester but this inspired me to get back into it cause I love Eddie and Arwen so much! Here is the story of how dad!eddie and reader "met", fell in love, had their first kiss, and everything in between before they had Arwen; their love story + bonus adorable moments. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! it’s a LONG one!! pairing: dad!Eddie Munson x fem!reader tags: established relationship, flashbacks, married/dad!Eddie and reader, apart of the dad!Eddie series, Arwen is the captain of reader and Eddie's ship, so much fluff it hurts. it’s like a whole bluey episode. references to other shots in this series read others here.

word count: 5k+, I'm not sorry, i’m proud

forever & always | e.munson

"One day, you and Eddie could tell her the real tale of Hawkins and the upside down. How her parents met, how they almost lost one another and how they promised to never leave each other’s side. But for now, you were holding onto to any and all small moments like these because you know you’re never promised tomorrow."

“Did you and mommy get married?” Your daughter asked, taking another bite of her food. At four years old, there were no questions off the table. From “can i have a baby sister?” to “why doesn’t daddy cut his hair?” to “why do i call him uncle steve if he’s not my uncle?”… She was bound to know all things.

You couldn’t tell who she got that from. Maybe the stubbornness from you and the constant curiosity of her father.

“Yes, sweetheart. We did get married.” Eddie smiled and leaned over to ruffle her hair, earning a squirm and giggle. He looked back over to you with the same goofy smile and grabbed your hand. “I’m a lucky guy.” You managed to blush and couldn’t hide the smile that rose to your face. After all these years he still made you feel like the young girl you were when you first met.

“I didn’t go?” Arwen asked, her eyebrows rose and the tone of her voice sounded almost… dissapointed?

“Well… we got married before we had you.” You answered.

“I want to go to see you get married.” She said sadly, picking at her food now. This broke your heart. It must be hard to process how you weren’t alive for an event you hear was so special. Especially at that young an age. “I want to be a flower girl.” She added.

It clicked. Her classmate and little friend Sophie’s parents are getting married and she's their flower girl. She brought home an invite when she came home from school.

“Is this because of Sophie’s mom and dad getting married?” You asked, a hand over hers.

“Yes. I want to go to your wedding.”

“But we already got married, Arwen. See look-“ Eddie showed the ring that was on his left hand and you picked up your hand and showed your ring as well.

“Would you like to see a photo of us on our wedding day? When we got married?” You asked. Arwen perked up and nodded excitingly. “Finish your food and I’ll go pull out the scrapbook.” With a smile, you looked back at Eddie who was already looking at you with even more love in his eyes. It was about time you showed her and besides, you loved looking back at the memories.

After you cleaned up dinner, you went to the living room and pulled the white scrapbook off of the shelf and sat down. Arwen crawled into your lap and Eddie sat down next to you, an arm draped across the back of the couch.

“It says, ‘Mr. and Mrs. Munson. 1988.” You read the cover of the scrapbook for Arwen, running your finger across the words as you spoke. Opening the first page, Arwen gasped.

“It’s you, mommy!” She exclaimed. “And Aunt Nancy!”

A picture of you and Nancy from high school was taped to the first page. The beginning of the scrapbook showed off both you and Eddie before you dated; telling the story of how you met.

“And daddy and dusty and mikey and lukey and-“ she pointed at every familiar face she saw.

“Yes, see we’ve been playing DnD since we were in high school. Every thursday, we still play, remember?” Eddie added, pointing to the hellfire club logo in the background of the photo.

Below the two photos was a polaroid of the two of you that was taken the night of the fall dance. Next to it was taped the ticket and a single rose petal from your corsage.

“This was your wedding?” Arwen asked, eyebrows scrunched up and a puzzled look. You laughed.

"Oh no! We added a little section that tells our story. This was before we, uh- officially met." Eddie scoffed. "What?"

"Oh nothing, please tell her." He leaned back against the couch more, amused.

“Well, Aunt Nancy and I were on the yearbook team in school. I’ve seen your dad around school but never talked to him before-“

SEPTEMBER 1985 | wednesday

“Wheeler! L/N! What a surprise! How may I assist you.” The club leader asked. How did he know your name? Of course you knew who he was. Eddie Munson was known by everyone at Hawkins High. You couldn't help but be intrigued by him but you've never said a word to him. Why did he know you? You looked at the boy a grade older than you with a smile.

“We’re here for yearbook photos of the Hellfire Club.” You stated.

“So you’ll finally admit we’re a club. not a cult! Good thing I washed this finally.” He picked at his shirt that showed off his club’s logo and sniffed before looking back at you with a smirk. You rolled you eyes. Now you understood what Nancy meant when she described him as “painfully annoying yet amusing.”

“We just need you all to line up against the wall for a clean background and smile. No funny business, Munson.” Nancy said, grabbing the camera that was held around her neck by a lanyard.

“Only if Y/N is taking the photo.” Eddie gave you a bow. In return you rolled your eyes.

The club gathered by the wall, fixing their shirts and straightening up for a photo. You knew the younger kids; Dustin, Lucas and Mike. In fact you knew them like brothers. You would never forget the moment they told you there were Russians scientist underneath the Starcourt Mall. Ever since, you were dragged into the secrets of Hawkins, witnessing your fair share in flesh monsters and kids with powers. Your summer job was over as you watched the mall go down in flames, a blanket wrapped around you and your best friend Nancy. The group had sworn to secrecy and returned to, hopefully, normal life.

That’s why it was so annoying that the boys seemed to encourage Eddie’s behavior. Why did they encourage his teasing? The occasional smirk or silly face right as the photo snapped made you flustered.

After Nancy decided she got a photo worthy of the yearbook, she thanked the club for their time and you ventured off to the next club. Later that day at lunch, the metalhead from earlier approached your table. Him clearing his throat caught your attention and you looked up to see Eddie standing with his hands behind his back.

“Eddie, was it?” You said, taking a bite out of the fruit cup in your hand.

“Yes. I came to apologize for earlier. It came to my attention that-" He peered over his shoulders and you could see the boys at his designated table staring. Some were snickering where Dustin watched with a worried look. “my behavior made you uncomfortable and I would like to know how I could make it up to you…”

It was your turn to make him squirm. You looked at Nancy who watched with a curious look. Turning back around to Eddie, you smiled and sat your fruit cup down.

“Anything I ask?” You smirked.

“Anything, princess.” He smirked back, leaning to one side as he crossed his arms.

You couldn’t deny he was cute. A little annoying, but cute. You were curious if you could take that cocky smirk off his face.

“Come to the fall dance with me.” You turned to face him more. The change in his expression made up for his behavior alone. The confidence he portrayed was smacked off his face and suddenly he looked like a lost puppy.

“I-what?“ he started.

“What? You said anything!” You could hear Nancy snickering from behind you. You turned to her.

“He’s not the kind to show up to events he’s not required to go to. Even then it’s a miracle he shows up.”

“It’s called having priorities and a life outside of school, Wheeler. You should look into it.”

“No thanks, I like my lungs.” She gave a sarcastic smile.

“Okay-“ you intervened. “Is that a yes or a no, Munson?”

-

“Your mom asked me to a dance.” Eddie leaned over your shoulder to give Arwen a face. "She thought I was very handsome and she just had to go with me." Leave it to your husband to bring the dramatics.

"Edwar-"

“A ball!” Arwen shouted giddily. She looked down at the picture of the two of you. Pointing at you, she sighed. “You look like a princess, mommy.”

“Thank you, baby.” You couldn't help but laugh at the sincerity along with Eddie's occasional comments.

“Did y’all dance?” Your daughter asked.

- SEPTEMBER 1985 | fall dance -

You were annoyed with yourself. It was a silly comment. Did you really think the school’s freak would come to a social event just for you? A girl he barely knew who only asked him to a dance to catch him off guard?

You couldn't blame him but here you were, holding onto your wrist where a corsage would be. Secretly hoping he would come because otherwise, you'd be alone all night.

“So this is what I’ve been missing out on.” You hear a familiar voice say from behind. You turn around to see Eddie Munson standing awkwardly. He did not have his normal apparel on. His long wavy hair was neatly pulled back into a low bun, only his bangs were out, framing his face. He switched his normal battle vest for a plain black one, accompanied by a red button up and ripped black jeans. A metal chain linked onto his belt and he wore his typical white Reebok high tops. He looked handsome.

"Wow, you clean up nicely." You smiled, walking up to him. It was then that you noticed the clear box in his hand.

"Mike said that you were wearing a red dress so I planned accordingly." He opened the box to reveal a rose pinned onto a band with baby breath flowers and leaves surrounding it. He got you a corsage.

"How did he-"

"You and Nancy were quite loud during your sleepover the other night." He smirked, causing you to freeze. There was definitely parts of that conversation that included him. It didn't occur to you that one of his minions was on the other side of the wall taking notes.

"I-"

"It's flattering. Honestly, L/N. Nice to know I intrigue you." He emphasized the word as if it amused him that you'd say such thing.

"Well..." You laughed it off. "Thank you for coming. I was scared I'd be alone all night."

"And leave the princess without a dance partner? Pfft never." He smiled. This smile was different than the ones you've seen before. He spoke to you in a such a soft tone, it made you feel safe.

The pop music faded and a familiar song came on. How Deep is Your Love by The Bee Gees began to play. The dance floor emptied besides a few couples who began to slow dance.

"Speaking of. Care to join me for a dance?" Eddie stretched out his hand, waiting for you to grab it. With a nod, you held his hand and he took you out to the dance floor. You knew all eyes were on you. How in the world did the school's freak and the quiet girl on the yearbook committee find themselves on the dance floor? You didn't even know that answer. He began to hum the melody of the song as you landed on a spot on within the crowd.

"I didn't take you as a Bee Gees fan." You laughed as Eddie placed a hand around your waist and the other still holding your right hand. You began to sway back and forth, both too nervous to look into each others eyes.

"My music taste expands outside of just metal, you know. I appreciate all types of music. This is a classic." He scoffed. "Besides, its an excuse to dance with the prettiest girl in school so I'd pretend even if I didn't like it."

"Oh." you say quietly. It seemed you both have been keeping track with each other, too afraid to be the first to break the ice. He knew more about you than you thought and you couldn't say you didn't have a habit of keeping up with him.

He spun you around causing you to giggle loudly before being back in his arms. "I was messing with you at lunch that day but... I'm glad you actually came. You're not what they say you are. You're a good guy, Munson." He truly was. The way Dustin spoke highly about him, the respect Mike had for him by helping him match and get a corsage, the fact that he even showed up despite him not liking big events like this was enough. You trusted their judgement and you were confident in your own. Forget what anyone else says. "I like you." You say.

This catches Eddie off guard once again as he pulls back to look you in the eyes. A nervous smile paints his face as he laughed. "Well, thanks. I'm glad you think so. I think I'm liking this too much to let you go now. What do you say, L/N, can I take you out to dinner after this?" His presence was different now. It finally clicked. He wasn't showing you the Eddie he presents for the rest of the school, the one he uses in defense. No, you were seeing the real Eddie Munson. You liked it. That's why you felt safe.

"I would like that a lot." You say with a smile.

-

"And then you got married?" Arwen asked. The logic making sense to her four year old brain.

"Not exactly. See, we dated for a bit before we got married." You say, flipping to the next page. It was full of memorabilia.

The two pages told your love story.

There were pictures and tickets of your nights at the The Hideout where Eddie’s band played. Character sheets cut out where Eddie doodled things for you during a campaign. A picture of the two of you as he taught you how to play guitar.

“Ew!” Arwen laughed and pretended to be grossed out at something on the page. She pointed to a photo strip that had 4 photos of Eddie and you. The picture in particular was the two of you kissing.

“That was our first kiss.” Eddie said as he grabbed your chin, making you face him. He planted an exaggerated kiss to your lips causing your daughter to squeal again. “What a night.” He added, his eyes widening as he stuck out his tongue. You giggled.

“Oh hush.” You playfully shoved him.

-NOVEMBER 1985 | thanksgiving break-

The cool air was an excuse for Eddie to give you his jacket. Thanksgiving break just began and you were spending the day your boyfriend before your family went out of town to visit family. What other way to spend your day than going to the winter fair just outside of Hawkins. There you could indulge in funnel cakes, deathly fair rides, and no stress from school. Eddie held your left hand as he held onto a stuffed bear he won for you that he already named "teddy mercury."

"Look! A photobooth!" You ran toward it, pulling the metalhead along with you who just laughed along with your excitement.

You both squeezed into the small box and sat Teddy Mercury between the two of you. Eddie slipped a few coins into the slot as you named a few of the poses you could do. You didn't have many photos together except for the one at the dance.

The countdown started for the first photo.

"Okay! Let's do a regular smile one first." You decided, wrapping your arms around Eddie and giving a big smile. He had no choice but to give a genuine smile in response. The countdown began again.

"Okay Hellfire Club represent!" Eddie yelled. He threw his hands up to each side of his head and stuck out his tongue, showing off his typical pose he did to aggravate the jocks. You laughed and joined in making a noise you can only describe as how a goblin would sound.

"Now what to do." You pondered. There were two photos left. You looked over to Eddie who was already staring at you. "What?" You whispered.

Eddie slowly rose a hand to your face and rubbed his thumb against your cheek. You didn't pull away, in fact you were hoping this would happen. The countdown started and right before the last tick, Eddie pulled you in to a kiss. The camera flashed but you didn't care, you were too focused on how soft his lips were. The both of you could care less that the next photo was being counted for. You simply fell deeper into the kiss by leaning in and placing your hands over his that held you face so gently.

Your first kiss.

The Photobooth shook as someone outside banged on the wall, getting both of your attention.

"Hey lovebirds, find somewhere else to be on top of each other we're waiting out here." You let go of Eddie with wide eyes before the both of you started laughing hysterically. You climbed over Eddie to get out.

"I'm so sorry. I-" Of course...

"Harrington! What a surprise! Sorry, the booth is vacant now." Eddie slung his arm around you with a cocky smile. You stared wide eyed at Steve Harrington. This was not how you expected him to find out about your relationship with Eddie Munson. With the kids new fascination with the boy, you didn't want to bring it up to Steve. He already felt replaced now that he's graduated and you were scared that if he saw you were dating him, he would think you didn't need him as well. Not romantically of course, Steve was a brother to you. You helped him get with Nancy in the first place and you were always there for him when he needed to talk about her relationship with Jonathan.

"I didn't realize you two were-" Steve started, his arm around a girl with curly blonde hair.

"We uh- Well- This is Eddie Munson." You nervously introduced. Eddie held out a hand, clearly amused at your antics.

"I'm familiar." Steve gave a blank smile. You just nodded.

"We just started dating last month. I didn't tell you cause ya know..." You said, hinting at the events that happened that summer. It seemed when you worked next door to Steve at Starcourt Mall, you were all in each other's business and ever since you've both been busy. With his new job at Family Video and you focusing on your senior year, you didn't have time. "Busy." You finished.

"If I would have known earlier, I'd have made you pick up the boys on Thursdays." Steve smiled and looked over at Eddie. "Take care of her, Munson. I have eyes everywhere." He jokingly threatened.

"Don't worry. I got her." Your boyfriend responded. Steve and his date went into the booth as Eddie grabbed your photos from the bin. You took the copy and laughed.

Eddie's smile in the first one reminded you of the smile you saw for the first time the night of the dance. A genuine smile you only see him show when he's with you or around the club. It was becoming your favorite thing. You couldn't help but laugh at the second photo. The two of you had your eyes squinted shut, tongues out and fingers like horns. The third one made you blush. Eddie's hand on your cheek as he kissed you for the first time. The next photo was a little blurry as you were moving closer to Eddie, causing him to only be in the corner of the photo. A hint of a smile coming from the both of you mid-kiss. You couldn't believe you captured such a special moment like that.

"This is perfect." You smiled at Eddie, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the lips.

Eddie didn't know how he got this lucky.

-

"It went just like this-" Eddie said grabbing your chin once again and puckered up, making a dramatic smooching sound.

"Stop! You're being gross." Arwen's disgusted face matched your own as you looked at your husband.

"I'd have to agree, Arwen. Your dad is a weirdo." You laughed before adding, "but he's my weirdo." And you leaned in to give a quick kiss to your unsuspecting husband. An exasperated sigh came from your child. Something about opening this scrapbook caused the two of you to regress to your childish ways. It was refreshing.

Other memories were displayed through the months of your relationship. Tickets, more polaroids, and you own doodles signifying important dates and moments.

"Why is your guitar pick in here, daddy?" Arwen asked, picking at the tape that was starting to peel. You looked at Eddie wide-eyed. It was the pick he use to wear around his neck. The one he almost lost the night he saved you... and almost died. And tried to propose to you.

-MARCH 1986 | the upside down-

You thought the events at the Starcourt mall was it. You only heard about the upside down. You've seen the disgusting flesh eating monster the kids called the 'mind flayer' and that was traumatic enough. But now, here you were in the upside down. Your last thought you imagined was having to fight for your life alongside your boyfriend who became a victim of this entire thing. Hawkins was on the hunt for him, claiming he killed Chrissy Cunningham and was the leader of the cult like behavior going on in the town. You never saw him look so scared when you found him at the boat house. Having to explain to him that this was not your first experience with this in Hawkins was difficult but you managed and had a plan to defeat Vecna and right Eddie's name.

Now... he was bleeding to death on the ground after sacrificing himself to get you to safety. His flesh torn from the demobats filled you with terror as you ran to his side.

"EDDIE! Oh... oh no... Eddie..." You said as you scanned over injuries, hands trembling not knowing where you could touch him without causing pain. You finally decided to start putting pressure around the biggest gash with a ripped piece of your shirt. "Eddie, stay with me... DUSTIN HELP!" you yelled, tears escaping.

"Hey, hey. sweetheart." Eddie got out, painfully trying to sit up and calm you down. Even as he was bleeding out, he put you as his priority. You move to get him to lay in your lap. "When we get out of this mess-" he was interrupted by a series of coughs, caused by the huge gash on his throat. You applied more pressure. "Let's get out of here. Start a new life. I'll get you a ring to make it official and we'll get jobs and a house. Have a kid or two."

"Is this your way of proposing, Munson?" You managed to let out a laugh despite the circumstance.

"Maybe," He smiled. Here he was, on his deathbed, proposing to you.

"That means you better fight to stay alive then. You're not giving up on me that easily." You clutched onto his puffer vest, attempting to sit him up more in your lap.

"Is that a yes?" He mumbled, his eyebrows bunched up in question.

"Let's get you home first." You smiled. His face didn't change, still waiting for a real answer. He was serious. You didn't have time to think about logistics. You've only been dating for 7- no 8 months. You both needed to graduate. You both needed to make it out of here alive... But that didn't matter to Eddie in this moment.

"Of course, Eddie. I will always say yes."

"Good." He smiled, content with your answer. "I love you, sweetheart. From the moment I laid eyes on you." He raised a hand to your cheek and brushed the soft skin with his thumb, admiring you and holding onto this moment in case he didn't have anymore.

"Y/N!" You heard Dustin yelling your name from behind you.

"DUSTIN, WE'RE OVER HERE!" You yelled back. "You hear that, love? They're coming to help me. We're going to get you back home. You're going to be okay." You heard your name being yelled out again by Steve as they got closer. "STEVE, HELP ME CARRY HIM!" You screamed, you needed all the support to help get Eddie back through to Hawkins where he could be tended to.

The next few days seemed like a dream. Almost like you blacked out and next thing you know, you’re waking up curled next to Eddie in a hospital bed. You practically lived there as it was too dangerous to leave due to the controversy of Hawkins Hospital taking Eddie in for recovery. He was protected by the police, including Hopper who made sure no one except his assigned doctors and approved guests could come onto the floor. Max was next door. You tried to leave once just to go get fresh clothes but the second you opened the door, crowds of people surrounded you, screaming and throwing accusations your way. You couldn’t even make a step out before Hopper was pulling you back in.

Eddie hadn’t woken up since you brought him back from the upside down. It was a pain trying to explain to the doctors willing to care for him just what happened without telling the full truth. Eddie was taken into OR to get treated for the deep wounds on his neck and stomach, making sure it didn’t tear or puncture any organs.

You spent those days sleeping, reading Tolkien aloud for the unconscious Eddie, visiting Max and processing the former event in the upside down.

There was one thing you knew for sure. You would never leave Eddie’s side. You wanted to make sure he knew that the second he woke up.

-

“What happened?” Arwen asked. She frowned toward you after noticing the photo of the two of you in the hospital. It was a few hours before Eddie woke up. Someone snuck a photo of you reading to him. It wasn’t the time to explain to her just why he was in the hospital. You still didn’t know if telling her at all would ever be part of the plan.

“I got in a really bad accident.” Eddie explained. That was all that needed to be said for now.

“Were you hurt?” Your daughter asked, leaning into your arms as she looked up at her dad.

“Yeah, daddy was in a lot of pain. See, I still have some scars from it.” He pulled down his t-shirt just a bit to reveal the uneven skin that surrounded a stitched scar on his neck. The more mild bat bites healed on their own but would forever detail his skin. Bits of colored skin painted his body from never fully recovering to full health. Arwen never knew the difference, that was her dad. He was always like that. It never changed how she viewed him, in fact when she was even younger, she’d trace some of the bumpy parts of his chest in a soothing pattern. It was always a reminder to Eddie of how he survived and carried on.

Now she had a somewhat explanation. She crawled from your lap into Eddie’s, facing him. She ran a finger over the scar and looked back up at her dad. Arwen leaned over and kissed the scar before giving her dad a hug. The sight alone was enough to make you tear up. She loved her dad. Eddie was stunned, he just looked at his daughter with a soft smile and brushed a piece of her hair back.

“And just like you did now, your mother took very good care of me. She was there every day in the hospital: making sure I had everything I needed. She even read me our favorite story!” He bounced her on his lap as she giggled before turning her around and pointing to the photo on the page.

“It was Return of the King.” You smiled, looking at Eddie.

“Where Aragorn reunites with his beautiful princess and they live happily ever after.” Eddie said toward his daughter.

Arwen Munson.

Your living proof that life keeps going, that Eddie wasn't his father before him and that your love for each other helped create and grow a beautiful thing. A little girl that had curls like her father and a smile like yours. Someone so smart yet so delicate. Someone you and Eddie had the privilege to watch develop into a curious and expressive version of you two.

"And here we are. Mommy and daddy's wedding." You flipped the page to reveal a picture of the two of you on your wedding day. It was a small ceremony. Eddie looked as young and handsome as he did the day of the dance, styling a suit with his hair pulled back into a low bun you've grown to love. You wore your mother's dress after making a few alterations. It was perfect for you two.

You flipped through photos that progressed through the day. You and your bridesmaids getting ready, a few of Eddie and his men, the decorations, etc.

“See there’s Uncle Wayne!” You pointed at a specific photo of you and Eddie with Wayne after the ceremony. “And another with your favorite.”

“Dusty!” Arwen nodded. He was always her favorite of the kiddos. He spoiled her almost too much. “How do you get married?” She added, her head tilted with her curiosity.

“Well… When you love someone so much you want to spend the rest of your life with them, you go to the courthouse and sign a paper saying you want to be husband and wife. Then you can have a ceremony where you show how much you love each other in front of close friends and family. That way you can celebrate.” You tried to concise it into an explanation she’d understand.

“I’m family.” She pouted. She still couldn’t get it into her developing little brain. It warmed your heart honestly, it was so cute watching her process things like this. You just didn’t know how else to explain it to her.

“How about this-“ Eddie says, jumping up from the couch. He stretches and lets out a dramatic sigh. “Give me a moment.” He runs out of the living room leaving you and your daughter alone.

“Where is daddy going?” She asked.

“I’m not sure, Arwen.” You shrugged, bouncing Arwen in your lap as you listened out for your husband. He was rummaging through something across the house. After a few minutes, he called for you and your daughter.

You headed into the master bedroom where Eddie pulled out a few things from your closet. Your veil from your wedding, a bouquet made out of crumbled up flowers and some of the random chairs from around the house facing the blank wall of the room.

He gave you a look that insinuated you take the veil and trust him with the rest. You grabbed it and put it on your head with a smile. He shooed you off into the hallway where you stood, peering from the doorway to watch for your cue.

Eddie cleared his throat and began with his best narrator voice, “December 1988. The most important day in history. The wedding of Ed- Mommy and Daddy.”

Arwen shrieked in excitement as she realized the game Eddie was playing. “Wedding! Wedding!” She singed.

“Their daughter, Arwen Munson, arrived. The most beautiful flower girl to ever walk the earth.” He gave her a small basket from her toy room filled with ripped paper and whispered in her ear. In response, she ran to the doorway to find you.

“I’m your flower girl, mommy.” She said in a hushed voice as serious as ever.

“Oh- okay.” you nodded and gave her a wink.

Eddie began to hum an unfamiliar tune, probably because he was making it up as he went. As if on cue, Arwen skipped into the room, leaving paper petals all over the floor. “

“Great job, Arwen.” Your husband praised. “Now when the bride walks out, we stand as she comes up to the groom, okay? Then you can sit down.” He directed. “And here she comes-“ He sung out, hinting at your turn to enter the scene.

A horribly funny rendition of the bridal march was sung as you walked in, taking the smallest steps possible. Your daughter had the biggest smile on her face, similar to the one painted on your husband’s face as he continued to sing. As you got up to the front, you gave Arwen your bouquet.

“You get to hold my bouquet as we say our vows, okay?” she nodded gleefully as you joined Eddie at the wall.

“Hello my husband.” You laughed.

“Not yet.” Eddie replied in a jokingly serious tone.

“Oh yes of course. Sorry.” You stifled a laugh.

“We’re going to say our vows.” Eddie said toward Arwen, breaking character. He turned back to you and squinted his face before beginning.

“Y/N. As I look back on all the special moments we have experienced together, I realize that it was always you. Even before I knew your name, I knew you were the one for me. You have shown me what real love is. A kind of love I’ve never felt I deserved. I admire your patience, your determination and your love for everyone around you. You have been the most wonderful mother and every day, you continue to show me just how much love can grow. I love you, Y/N. Forever and Always.” He says.

Silence.

Tears threaten to spill at the sudden moment of sincerity. His words pulling you into a space where it felt time stopped. Not even that, time was merely a concept as you were driven back to 5 years ago when Eddie said something quite similar, without the ‘wonderful mother’ part.

That was it. Love is timeless.

Eddie continued to smile at you, his eyes saying more than his already captivating words. In that moment, all you could think about was how your husband was showing his daughter was true love looks like. What it means to be loved by a man so thoughtful, so honest, so meaningful.

Something that was considered the opposite of Eddie’s character years ago by everyone around you; even yourself. Here he was, confessing his love to you as if it was the first time. All you could do was stare.

“Mommy…” Arwen interrupted your thoughts. “Aren’t you suppose to say your vows too?” Her feet dangled from the seat she was in as her empty basket tapped against the side of the chair. She looked on eagerly at the two of you.

“Right, of course.” You smiled at your daughter before looking back at Eddie. Remembering your original vows and thinking of all that has happened since, you began.

“Eddie, I remember the first time I heard your voice. The school cafeteria. You stood up for a freshman who was getting bullied by- what was his name, oh yes, Jason.” You nodded, Eddie smirked at the mention. “lI was told many things of your character. I even was one to believe them. My biggest regret was not realizing that the first time I heard your voice was the true portrayal of your character. You love. Deeply. Because you love so deeply, you bleed. Your bandage was always what protected you. We have been through so much since then. To this day, you continue to bleed and through that, show me- our daughter, what true love is. I admire your eyes as they seek out the people who usually go unseen, your voice for how it carrie’s in a room and can be heard, your laughter and funny jokes to keep me laughing, and your heart for others. I love you Eddie Munson. You are the most loving husband and father. I am blessed to call you mine. Forever and always.”

“Forever and always, sweetheart.”

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AHHH thank you for loving dad!eddie and arwen munson! it brings me joy anytime i write about them and i love that you feel the same reading! These stories have kept me sane throughout my last year of college and I need to do more! Thank you for reading!! Please send me more dad!eddie requests as I am finally on summer break! Thank you for your patience as I finish school! So much love! ✨

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[thruheavenandhighwater]

Pairing: Single Dad! Eddie/ Steve Harrington

Requested By: NA

Word Count: 1,596

Series Summary: Eddie left Hawkins in 1986 with no reason to ever return. But now, a few years have passed and life has changed. Eddie finally returns home and has to deal with everything he left behind, including Steve Harrington. This story starts in May 1991.

Part One Summary: Eddie is supposed to be a rockstar, not a single father of a four month old.

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Eddie was supposed to be a rockstar by now. World famous and a few tours under his belt. Maybe even a supermarket tabloid scandal or two. But instead he's in the passenger seat of his uncle's truck on his way back to Hawkins. Back to the place he swore he'd never step foot in again. 

A small sound escaped the baby who sat buckled between the silent men. Eddie's left hand shot into action, immediately coming to rest on her dark hair. All seemed to be well, just a little fussiness while she slept. Wayne watched from the corner of his eye, deciding which question to ask first. 

"Where's her mama?" 

Eddie shrugged, his shoulders dropping as he let out a long breath through his nose. "I don't know, man," he answered, shaking his head. "Got no fuckin' clue." 

"How old is she?"

"Not sure," Eddie answered. "Twenty-four, twenty-five. Something like that." 

"The baby," Wayne groaned, bringing one hand to his face, pinching the bridge of his nose as he signaled a turn onto the highway. "How old is the baby?" 

"Oh," his nephew giggled. "She's uh, just about four months. On the twelfth." 

Wayne spared a glance at the infant to his right. She'd been wailing while he loaded up her and Eddie's meager belongings from the disgusting apartment. But the moment the old engine in the truck roared to life she'd quieted. And now, nearly three hours into their drive she'd barely made a peep. 

"You waited four months to tell me I have a granddaughter?" 

"Figured you'd be pissed," Eddie shrugged again. 

"I'm pissed you let your little situation get so bad. I'm fuckin' fuming, kid." Wayne was not one to mince words. He never had been. Not when his brother showed up eight months after dropping Eddie at his door expecting him to go with him. Not when Eddie came home for a second time with news that he wouldn't be graduating. And certainly not now. "You owe it to her to get your shit together." 

"You think I don't fuckin' know that?" Eddie all but screamed, his voice echoing in the small cab of the truck. This finally roused his daughter from her nap. It started small, like it always did. Her tiny face scrunched up, her nose wrinkling as her lips turned down into a pout. Eddie put one arm over the car seat, the other crossing his body to press a soft hand to her pudgy stomach. He rubbed gentle lines on her tummy with his thumb in an attempt to soothe her before all hell broke loose. It didn't work. Of course it didn't. She screamed like a man ten times her size. 

"Oh, honey," Eddie sighed, his head dropping to his chest. His long hair fell into his face, tickling at his already upset daughter. "Come on, Lu, I'm sorry. Daddy didn't mean to yell." 

His voice sounded so tired. Almost broken as he begged her to quiet down. The trio still had seven hours ahead of them and listening to her scream would only make it seem that much longer. Wayne saw a sign advertising a motel five miles ahead. 

He turned off at the next exit, following the signs along the road. Like a sign from heaven the neon letters came into view. MOTEL flashed in bright green, VACANCY in pink beneath it. Wayne parked his truck and left Eddie with the baby while he went into the lobby. He was sure he looked like shit. He'd gotten off work at 7 am, driven ten hours, and was now three and a half hours into the drive home. It had been a long day, to say the absolute least. 

Wayne parked the truck outside of their designated room. The baby was still screaming, her face turning red now. Eddie slid from his seat before reaching back into the truck to retrieve the car seat. 

"You wanna unload the crib?" 

Wayne shook his head, waving his hand flippantly as he reached into the truck bed. He retrieved the beat up leather bag that held his change of clothes. "Think she'll be okay to sleep in that for one night." 

Eddie nodded, too tired to disagree with his uncle. He hooked the plastic handle of the car seat over his elbow with a groan. Even at just four months, she was heavy. With his free hand he mimicked his uncle's movements, pulling own bag and the diaper bag from the truck before following Wayne into the room. Two twin beds sat against the wall, a chest of drawers on the opposite wall. It wasn't fancy, but it was somewhere for the family to rest. And that was what everyone needed right now. 

Eddie sat his daughter on top of the bed furthest from the door. Her diaper bag followed close behind her as Eddie began to pull out the necessities, a clean bottle and the last can of formula he had. He opened the lid and prayed it would be enough to get her by. He knew it wouldn't be. 

His hands moved by muscle memory alone as he prepared her dinner. 4 ounces of water from the sink in the bathroom. One scoop of formula. Shake and serve. He set the bottle on the small table that sat between the beds and took a seat on top of his bed next to the car seat. Just as he was beginning to unbuckle her, Wayne coughed. 

"Let me do that," she said. "You go shower." 

"I'll shower after she's fed." 

"Eddie, you stink." His words weren't unkind or intended to hurt. He was just being honest. Not unlike the many times he'd had to say the exact same words to Eddie when he was 13 and didn't believe in hygiene. 

Eddie smiled at that. It was small, like he was too exhausted to smile properly. But it was something. He nodded as he stood from the bed before walking into the bathroom. Once Wayne heard the water begin to run he resumed unbuckling her. She was solid as he pulled her away from the car seat to his chest. Her screams had softened into whimpers by now, but it didn't take an expert to see that she was clearly still unhappy. 

"Come on, little lady," Wayne sighed as he positioned her head into the bend of his elbow. "Chow time." 

Once she began drinking the, truthfully, disgusting milk she quieted immediately. Wayne couldn't help to smile as he watched her dark eyes scan the room around them. Just like your daddy, he thought. 

By the time Eddie walked back into the room Wayne was putting her over his shoulder to burp her. Eddie handed him a small hand towel from the bathroom to save his shirt. 

"Been a long time since I did this," Wayne told him with a smile as he tucked the towel under her body. "Old man still got it." 

Eddie seemed lighter after his shower. His uncle's bad joke pulling a genuine giggle from him, his lips curling to a real smile. Wayne glanced over Eddie as he turned away from him to rummage through his bag. He was so thin, suddenly. Half the size he was when he'd driven away from Wayne's house five years ago with his band. He saw the way his ribs showed as he stretched his arms over his head to put his shirt on. His legs looked skinnier, too. He felt the solid weight of the baby in his hands and he knew why. 

He saw so much of himself in his nephew. Going without so that she wouldn't have to. Trying to make it on his own as best he could. Eventually doing what he knew was right, and taking her out of a bad situation. He'd never wanted any of that for himself, but he'd done it all for Eddie. He certainly never wanted any of this for Eddie. He always thought Eddie would do better.

"Alright, princess," Eddie said, suddenly facing them again. He reached his arms towards them and Wayne handed Lucy to her father. He hugged her tight to his chest, one hand covering her back while the other supported her bottom. She tucked herself under his long hair, her eyes closing contentedly. "Let's get you a bath and a new diapy, huh? Stinky girl." He cooed, his fingers tightening around her tummy to tickle her. 

Wayne made himself comfortable on his own bed as he listened to the one sided conversation happening in the small bathroom. "Ooooh, Lucy!" Eddie feigned offense. "Stinkiest baby in the land." The sink squeaked on and he heard Eddie humming. He began to doze, the sounds of Lucy's giggles and the splashing water gently lulling him to sleep. 

He hadn't slept for long when Eddie's voice woke him. He cracked open one eye, finding the baby sleeping peacefully on her stomach on the other bed. Eddie laid behind her, perched on his elbow while his other hand rubbed her back. 

"-never meant for this to happen. Man, I hope you don't remember this." He sighed as he whispered to her. "But soon as we get home, daddy's gonna get a job. A real job, yeah? Gonna make you proud of me. Gonna make grandpa proud of me." He leaned forward, his lips meeting his daughter's dark hair at the back of her head. Wayne closed his eyes, trying to fall back to sleep. He knew his nephew was right. He was going to make him proud. 

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next part

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I worked for like two months on this fic and it's really special to me. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Can't wait to hear what you all think! If you like this story even a little bit, please considering commenting and reblogging. Thanks! Have a great weekend!!🥰 

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[runninriot]

final chapter is up 🖤 read on ao3

Not for the first time in his life, Steve passes the LEAVING HAWKINS road sign. Not for the first time he feels his heart drop when he reads the COME AGAIN SOON writing in passing, knowing he won’t. But for the first time, it doesn’t feel good to be leaving. For the first time, he feels like he’s leaving something important behind. For the first time he thinks, he’s gonna miss it.

[skyfullofsong123]

Eddie give me such girl dad vibes, I love it

thinking about girl dad Eddie holding his new little baby on his chest, and she's wearing a cute little onesie with peaches all over it, and she's so small and little, and he's such a natural with her, he's got one hand giving her bum lil pats and the other hand holding a book I'm -

[ghast1yghosts]

steve takes his little girl to a halloween park—bc SHE begs him to—and she barely flinched at the scares. but the next time she doesn’t react, the scare actor is impressed, already kneeling at her level after dropping down, and offers to a handshake.

before standing up and reaching out for her hand again. the masked actor, covered in blood splatters, starts walking around the street with a little girl in a princess dress in tow.

he makes another guest jump a foot and shriek, then they faux scream just as loud when the little girl spooks them too. after going around to a couple groups, he leads her back to her dad and gestures like he wants her to stay there and just watch him.

steve holds her hips from where he’s sat on a curb, and they both watch the actor run and slide towards another batch of kids, successfully scaring them. he turns after they run away and gives her a big thumbs up and she giggles, steve smiles at him.

they’re probably sat there watching the man do his job, for the very least, a half an hour, when steve figures they should go do some of the last few things at the park before they head home. the actor waves back at them when he notices them get up to go.

somehow they manage to catch the same guy on their way out of the park. the freaky dude slides right in front of his little girl, and she doesn’t even register the hand up for a high-five and she gives him a little hug. it’s all incredibly cute. she starts off towards the gate again, and steve turns around to the guy, quickly taking him “thank you.” its all he can manage. it’s hard keeping her at her happiest, and this guy made her whole week.

he hears a mumbled “‘course,” as he starts walking backwards, towards his daughter. needing to jog to catch her, he hears a quiet laugh once he’s got her hand.

idk scare actor eddie making steve’s daughter happy

[queenimmadolla]

𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝

Summary: A glimpse into Eddie’s morning as a first time and young dad with his baby. Oh, and you’re there, too.

Warnings: allusions to sexy stuff, descriptions of breastfeeding (it’s natural—suck it up), and fluff.

a/n: pulled this one out of the vault for you guys, written last July. hope you like it!

Eddie’s up before you and surprised to see it’s light outside, a sight he hasn’t woken up to in the last couple of months. Two, to be exact.

  That’s when the two of you had brought Penny home.

  Eddie yawned, impressively loud before he slapped a hand over his mouth, gaze flickering to you but you were still asleep; on your stomach with your face partially hidden in your pillow. You’d successfully kicked the sheets off yourself in your sleep, leaving your legs bare and your top half covered with one of Eddie’s larger shirts. 

  One of your legs was bent at the knee and raised up near your elbow.

  God, you always looked so fucking delectable. All he’d have to do is rouse you with some kisses pressed to your neck, settle himself behind you, pull his boxers down and move your panties to the side and he could just—

  Eddie inhaled sharply, tearing his gaze away from your body before his blood could rush off to an area he didn’t have the time to acknowledge, as the very reason he couldn’t partake in his little fantasy cooed from her crib. 

  She’d been the result of a very similar event.

  He took a couple of moments to calm himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he promised, soon.

  Then he got out of bed, snagging a band t-shirt from the dresser as he walked to the crib on the other end of the room.

  Eddie yanked on the shirt—only briefly struggling with the arm holes—before he was peering into the crib, mouth breaking out in a megawatt grin.

  Penny was awake alright, big brown eyed stare focused on a sticker that had been plastered to the wall of his room long before she was even conceived. You’d swaddled her before putting her to bed last night, so she looked like an adorable, content burrito.

  Once she realized Eddie was hovering over her, the sticker lost her attention and those big beautiful eyes were on him, sparkling as her mouth parted in a gummy smile big enough to rival his own. 

  Daddy came to rescue her from confinement. 

  “Hi, baby, good morning!” Eddie cooed, trying his best to excitedly whisper so as to not disturb you, but he couldn’t help it. He was still so thrilled—and fucking terrified—to be a dad, to have that cute face peering up at him every morning and waiting for him when he got home from work. She always looked at him like he was the greatest thing to walk the earth, always so delighted to see her daddy.

  Even though she’d start crying for you the moment you came into view—but you had an advantage he lacked, you always had her food on you. Her walking meal ticket.

  And Eddie couldn’t even blame her, he was a huge fan of your boobs and he’d even bet he appreciated them more than Penny. 

  Eddie reached into the crib, tugging the tucked in corner of the blanket out and as the blanket around her loosened, Penny’s arms shot up near her head, her tiny body arching as she stretched for a comically long period of time. Eddie chuckled, using it to his advantage, he slipped an arm behind her back and head with the other supporting her bottom as he picked her up, pressing a kiss to her head (and giving her hair a secret little sniff to get a whiff of that baby scent of hers).

  “Did you sleep good, honey?” He cradled her in one arm, tucked close to his chest as he carried her out of the room to start on breakfast. 

  Penny obviously didn’t answer, head resting against his collarbone.

  “Heard you woke up mom last night—well, early this morning, I guess—with boobie demands.”

  Eddie pulled the fridge open, hovering in front of it as he debated on its contents before selecting the cartridge of eggs.

  He didn’t want to put Penny down, happy to have her curled up in his arms, so a simple breakfast would have to do. A pan was pulled out, so was a little bit of cooking oil and soon Eddie was breaking the eggs out of the shell—angling his body to the side so Penny wasn’t at risk of possible oil splash back—and letting them cook.

  “You like eggs?” Eddie asked, stepping a little ways from the stove as he hitched her higher on his chest and held the eggshells out for her to see.

  She kicked her legs, a roll covered arm shakily reaching out towards the shells but Eddie kept them out of her reach.

  “Uh-uh, no sticky fingers for you, young lady.”

  The shells were tossed in the trash can but Penny didn’t care, twisting her upper so her chest was pressed to his. She gripped his shirt loosely in her chunky fist as she leaned forward and mouthed at his shoulder, effectively soaking the area with her drool before she began to suckle.

  “Jesus, you act like we starve you.” Eddie chuckled, reaching for a recently washed pacifier to pop into her mouth.

  She seemed to prefer it over his shirt, doing a full body sigh once she was suckling on it, with her need partially sated (eddie knew he had about fifteen minutes to wrap up breakfast before she realized nothing was coming from it and would start crying), Penny went back to cuddling into his chest. 

  She was starting to be a little more active—not sleeping as much as she did this time last month but for the most part, her movements were still unstable. She had good neck control (you’d had to pin Eddie down to keep him from picking her up when she’d immediately cry upon being put down for tummy time), she liked to kick her legs like she was about to take off for a marathon, but she still couldn’t quite hold things for long (unless it was hair or fingers) and had yet to roll over without you cheating and nudging her the rest of the way.

  Speaking of making Penny do things…

  Eddie lost to his intrusive thought, rearranging his hold on Penny so he was gently grasping her sides as he placed her feet on the counter. Immediately, she popped down to squat before shooting up again. And then she did it once more, getting comfortable with using her legs.

  She didn’t even seem to wonder why Eddie was making her stand, she was more focused on staring intensely at her own feet.

  Then Eddie made her jump, lifted her up and down and up and down, and when that got her smiling wide enough for her pacifier to fall out of her mouth, Eddie moved onto the cabinets.

  “Go, baby, go!” He turned her on her side, miming the motions of her chunky legs running over the top cabinets like some baby ninja and laughing at how big her smile managed to keep getting, her big eyes squinting with it.

  “What are you doing to my baby?” You asked as you emerged from the bedroom, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

  “She’s gonna be the next Karate Ki—hello.”

  Eddie couldn’t help himself, dark gaze trailing over your figure as you stood there, hair a wreck, no pants, oversized t-shirt—ooh, and a leaking nipple. 

  Eddie’s favorite. Yum.

  You followed his gaze, scoffing at the dark stain growing over your left boob, hand pressing against it to stop it as if you were applying pressure to a wound.

  “It heard her,” You pouted, lip stuck out and wobbling at him as you referenced your body’s response to the sound of your baby. Crying, giggling, whimpering—didn’t matter, your milk ducts went into overdrive, aware that your baby was conscious and could need a feeding. Her baby noises were like a trigger sequence.

  Eddie lifted Penny to his face, pressing fervent kisses into the chub of her cheeks, “Score for you, babe!”

  You rolled your eyes, completely, utterly fond and smitten over the interaction. He briefly abandoned the kitchen to hand her to you after you’d made yourself comfortable on the couch, ready to fall to his knees in adoration.

  You pulled the shirt over your breast, and despite trying to place your nipple in her mouth for her, Penny struggled to find it, mouthing greedily at your boob, her little head turning this way and that way but always missing the peak. 

  “Girl, it’s right there.” You laughed. Penny gave it like four more seconds of trying before her whimpers kicked in and you hurriedly managed to get her to latch, stopping the outburst.

  And just like that, Penny was content, making satisfied little squeaks as she nursed and stared up at you, pretending like she hadn’t been moments away from screaming her lungs out.

  And Eddie was distracted, solely focused on the two of you and how he wanted to roll around on the carpet because the cuteness aggression was almost unbearable. If this was how he would be spending every work-free morning for the rest of his life, he was ready to convert to being a morning person.

  Especially if those big sparkly eyes and that gummy smile would be staring up at him. GOD-she was so stinking cute. He wanted to smother her in his affection, but she was growing annoyed with Eddie all up in her face and squishing the chub she was accumulating. She even cried if he faked chewed on her chunky cheeks for too long.

  “What’s that smell?” You asked, snapping him out of his love stupor as you sniffed loudly.

  “FUCK!” Eddie bolted back to the kitchen, smoke surrounding the pan and what had once been edible eggs, “Hey, honey, what’s your opinion on extra crispy eggs? You a risk taker?”

“The answer to that is hurting my nipple right now.”

“Valid. That was a very fun risk.”

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[livwritesstuff]

Honestly, Eddie doesn’t know why it had taken so long for him to realize his and Steve’s children could understand the shit that came out of his mouth.

(It took an embarrassingly long amount of time).

Even when Moe’s third or fourth word was fuck, he didn’t realize it (and she was using it mostly correctly too, which should have been a serious flag, but nope).

What made him realize it was when they started repeating the shit that came out of his mouth. 

To strangers.

In public.

The first time Eddie had been really caught off guard by something one of his daughters said was when Moe, who was three at the time, had proudly announced to an unsuspecting grocery store cashier, “Daddy says my Papa’s a DILF!”

And, like, Eddie had just heard the term for the first time, and obviously he was goddamn delighted by it because…duh. Steve. 

It just hadn’t occurred to him that his toddler might have caught it too, but little pitchers have big ears, or so the proverb suggests, and Eddie had taken it as a wake-up call that Moe isn’t a baby anymore (tragic as it may be).

He’s not the only problem though – Steve is just as bad, (if not worse, because he really doesn’t bother to check where their kids are before he starts running his mouth).

One particularly damning incident was at a restaurant, which is something they don’t even do all that often because, seriously, going to a restaurant with very young kids should be an Olympic event or something.

(The last time they all went out to eat, Nancy and Robin had made a drinking game out of all the times Steve and Eddie had to take a child to the bathroom and ended up so far gone that Eddie had needed to drive them home).

The incident started with the waitress asking, “Can I get you started with anything to drink?”

And it had ended with four-year-old Moe confidently announcing, “My Papa needs a fucking margarita.”

Thank god, the waitress had been a twenty-something college student and thought it was hilarious, but Steve had still been completely mortified.

[whathehonestfuk]

Steddie s first kid is a boy, they're out with him and he starts having a meltdown/throwing a tantrum as kids do and some mom with a couple kids in tow come up and makes some comment about 'dad babysitting' completely ignoring the other one and starts trying to help calm the kid down by telling him things like 'big boys don't cry'

They're both like fuck all the way off with that shit he's a kid and a person he's allowed emotions and express them

[xoxoladyaz]

Famous musician with three daughters under the age of seven Eddie Munson hears that they’re making a Barbie movie and offers/peer pressures his agent to get him presented to the production team as a potential songwriter for the soundtrack. He meets with the team, and eventually the cast, and they all hit it off, and he writes and plays on the eventually award-winning song “I’m Just Ken.”

When he gets asked about whether or not it was hard to write this song, especially since it’s so different from Corroded Coffin’s usual output, he always laughs and says it was easy because he’s got a hell of a Barbie at home that he lives to worship.

(Which the internet finds hilarious because his Barbie is certified Normal Guy and Hot Dad Steve Harrington.)

[kitchen-spoon]

Steddie in their 30’s who on a Random Thursday night after putting their kids to bed decide to go smoke weed for the first time in a few months in the garage.

Steve almost never smokes anymore so Eddie does all the prep work, even holds the bong for him. They take their hits and head back inside Steve already immediately scared and following closely behind Eddie basically hiding behind his back.

“Eddie I feel weird, like space barbie or something and there are definitely overly glittery pink aliens after me. I can feel their giant eyes on my back.”

“Its gonna be okay baby, we will land you in the safe zone soon with the emergency fruit snacks and a fresh bottle of water with ice.” Eddie assured as best he could letting himself crack a smile at the stars so Steve wouldn’t see.

Unlucky for them (well mostly Steve who had blasted off to paranoid planet) their kids are sitting at the table. Both girls in their night gowns, teddy bears in hand with hands rubbing at their eyes.

“Daddy? Papa?” Gracie their youngest says.

They both stand like deers caught in head lights at the font door. Eddie feels Steve’s hand grip into the back of his shirt tighter and snaps into action.

“Okay Barbie mission to the safe zone starting, head down, lets go.” Eddie grabbed Steve pulling him into his side as he guided them to their shared bedroom with a quick “one second girls.” Thrown over his shoulder.

“Who are you talking too?” Steve questioned trying to lift his head.

“The aliens.” Eddie guided it back down. Somehow he knew that answer would induce less panic. He flicked on the colourful lamp and gave Steve the remote knowing the colour options would keep him entertained long enough. With a final kiss to the forehead and a promise of snacks Eddie was out the door.

He stood in the hallway to the kitchen and took a deep breath. He had been high enough in his teen years at school. He could do this. He could lock in. He walked into the kitchen and the small delusional part of him that believed his 6 and 8 year olds tucked themselves back into bed withered away. The girls were still there looking confused.

“Daddy why did papa go away? Is he okay?” Gracie asked.

“Papa is fine just not feeling good thats all.”

“Did he have too much adult juice again?” Daisy asked this time.

“HAH.” Eddie couldn’t help the laugh he barked out at that. “No no just a migraine, he is getting some rest now.”

“Why were you in the garage if papa has a migraine?”

“Okay how about my turn for questions, what are you two doing up?” Eddie deflected, he would miss these days when they became snarky teens who caught on to shit like that.

“We want a snack daddy.” Gracie asked.

“Please.” Daisy added belatedly.

“How about this, fruit pouches in your room, NOT in bed though.” He was already getting the apple sauce pouches out of the fridge. He ushered them down the hall back to their rooms with a lamp on and a warning he would be back in 15 minutes to make sure they went to sleep.

[morganbritton132]

Eddie’s live-streaming as he paints a miniature. He’s very focus on it so he’s only half-listening to what Steve is saying as he putters around the room.

He does tune back in when he hears Steve say, “Say what you want about my dad. The man died doing what he loved.”

Eddie, not even looking up: What’s that? Fucking someone other than your mom?

Steve:

Steve:

Steve:

Eddie, looking up at him:

Steve: Working.

Steve: Asshole.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

Steddie's kid, let's call her Lizzie, got Steve as her teacher, walks into class.

Lizzie: Hey, dad.

Student: You're not supposed to call him that.

Lizzie: But he doesn't like it when I call him mom.

Eddie: *who's the music teacher walks by* You tell him, Lizard.

Lizzie: Papa!

Same student: Oh my god! Is that what Lizzie stands for?

Eddie cackled all the way down the hallway while Lizzie slapped a hand to her face.

Lizzie: It's Elizabeth. You dingus.

[thruheavenandhighwater]

Eddie left Hawkins in his dust in 1986 with no intention of ever going back. He packed up his band and a change of clothes and set out for the big city to make his rockstar dreams come true. Life changes, things get in the way, Eddie lands back in Hawkins in the spring of 1991. Suddenly he's trying to raise a daughter while dealing with all of the problems he tried so hard to leave behind, including Steve Harrington.

Slow burn. Mutual pining. Friends to strangers to friends to lovers.

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

Blurb requests are open! Blurbs will not be in chronological order. I'm just writing these as the ideas come. They all have dates of when they take place at the top of the fic if you want to read them in chronological order.

Finding Home

Finding Home Part Two

[mmunson86]

I am not crying you are!💗🥹

"daddy, sit still, you gonna ruin it!" the frustrated little huffs from your three year old echo down the hall as you step foot into the apartment, toeing off your shoes next to the door after a long day.

"i'm trying, baby girl, it's tickly," eddie's soft dad voice makes your heart melt, the tender way he coos to her like she hung the moon and the stars.

you walk in through the door to see one of your old eyeshadow pallets balanced haphazardly on the edge of the sofa, your baby girl in her fuzzy pyjamas sat atop eddie's stomach as she runs an old fluffy brush over his eyelids.

"baby love, what're you doing to daddy?" you laugh, sneaking up behind her to check out her handywork. when she notices your presence the widest smile appears, little dimples poking in as her face scrunches up.

"pupple!" she grins, little curly pigtails swaying as she turns around to look at you with her big brown eyes, full of mischief and pride as she shows off the masterpiece.

eddie looks like he's been punched six ways from sunday, dark mauve and vibrant lilacs dusted along his eyelids, right up to his eyebrows. fanning out over his temples, down his lower lash line and onto his cheeks.

"sure is purple, baby," you smile back, sticking two thumbs up in her direction, which she copies with enthusiasm, "you look so pretty, daddy!"

eddie peels one eye open, wild curls fanned out over the sofa pillow from where he's slumped, hands on your daughters back to keep her upright, "pretty enough to take on a date?"

"absolutely," you beam, leaning over to give him a small kiss, grinning against his lips, "maybe to the movie theatre... or on a late night stroll... or anywhere dark."

"ha ha," eddie responds dryly, rolls his eyes, before putting his attention back on your little one, "and what do you think, princess? where should we go to show off your gorgeous artwork?"

her little chubby finger points towards the door, "park!" she giggles, high pitched and screechy, as she clambers off of eddie with great enthusiasm.

you end up in the park, in broad daylight, amongst giggling mothers and other small children who look mixtures of mortified and awe struck.