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Just Eddie Munson swearing for almost 2 minutes 😌

Nothing Like Him

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: During a movie night, Eddie’s father makes a surprise visit. Eddie defends you, past trauma is brought up, and you remind Eddie that he is nothing like him.

Warning: Swearing, fighting, mentions of previous abuse, blood, angst

A/N: I most certainly used lyrics from Family Line by Conan Gray in this.

It was a Friday night; you and Eddie were having your weekly movie date at his trailer. Your head resting on Eddie’s chest, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist. The movie was halfway through when you heard knocking at the door, startling the both of you. Eddie got up from the couch, grumbling about who could possibly be coming at this time of night. 

Eddie opened the door but not even a second later tried to close it again. You didn’t get a chance to see who it was before you saw a boot stop the door from closing and a man pushing his way in. The older man had short, dark, curly hair and brown eyes. There was no mistaking who it could have been.

“What? You aren’t gonna greet your old man, son?” Eddie’s father asked. Your heart rate picked up. Eddie never talked much about him. All you knew was that he was a criminal and Eddie despised the man.

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JOSEPH QUINN Wonderland Magazine 2022 Photography by Bartek Szmigulski

hi hun! a little self-indulgent request, but would you be able to write a fic where eddie helps the reader during a panic attack? like maybe she’s dealing with a stressful situation and she doesn’t like asking for help so she kept all her emotions bottled up until she just brakes down. honestly, you can take this in any direction you want bc i trust your vision completely!

hope you’re doing well 🤍

Bestie, this is the perfect request to fulfill for me right now and I hope it can help you find some peace the next time you need it.

"Hey, Y/n, you in here?" A curious voice rings out across the women's bathroom and the door shuts loudly with a bang. My soft sniffles cease as my eyes flutter shut in frustration, not realizing he had followed me all the way out here.

"Eddie! This is the women's bathroom-"

"It's nine o'clock on a school night, sweetheart, no one cares but you." I pout, my fingers itching to reach out to turn the lock and let him into my stall but anxiety swirls in my belly at the sight of his sneakers under the door. He knocks gently on the door and I can sense that he's leaning up against the cool metal, sighing softly under his breath. "Wanna tell me what's going on?" He asks, his voice softer than usual and much kinder compared to the screeching that comes out of him in the middle of DnD campaigns.

"Just needed a breather." I huff, reaching up to wipe angrily at my eyes, wishing the pathetic tears would just stop so I wouldn't have to explain the mascara streaking down my cheeks.

"On the toilet? Kind of weird if you ask me-"

"Stop picking on me." I grumble, leaning against the door opposite of him, wanting nothing more than to reach through the metal and to link my fingers with his and to feel his arms around me in a moments notice at the sight of my red, teary eyes.

"Alright, alright." He laughs sheepishly and I can picture the blush that spreads across his cheeks, the blush that's almost evident in the way he speaks. "You can talk to me, ya know? It's the perk of being best friends with the biggest loner in all the land." He offers sweetly and my eyes flutter shut once more, a bittersweet smile stretching across my lips.

"There's just a lot going on." I mutter under my breath, a gentle weight being lifted off of my shoulders at the confession, not realizing until now how heavy all of my thoughts have been. I've always been good at holding them in until I talk about them and everything comes crashing down.

"Well, if you don't want to talk, do you want a hug?" He offers but I hesitate, my fingers reaching up to flick the lock and let him in but I don't, I just pause. "I'm notorious for my hugging skills." He hums, tapping once more at the metal.

"I guess I could use a hug." I sigh, opening the door slowly to reveal myself to Eddie, watching his eyes make a once over of me, his beautiful eyes saddening at the sight of me so tired and broken. He doesn't say anything, just reaches forward to pull me into his arms, wrapping them tightly around my waist and pulling me almost off of the ground. My arms don't hesitate to wrap around his neck, playing with the short curls at the back of his neck and I tuck my face into his shoulder.

"I've got you."

It's the three simple words that send me into a spiral, the tears leaving my eyes faster than I can control. He only holds me tighter though probably confused at my sudden out cry, my lips parting as sobs wrack through my trembling body. He grips my waist as if I'll evaporate into thin air but I hold him just as tight, like a lifeline that I never knew I needed until right now.

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Gucci babe

Can I request a fluffy Joseph Quinn x fem. reader long oneshot where it’s Joseph’s Birthday and reader surprises Joseph with a present and inside the wrapped present is a sonagram picture and a baby onesie that has a special message on it?

( I know exactly what I want the onesie to say, so I will send you a picture of what I want it to say.) ☺️❤️

ofc! sorry I got back to you so late

here's the onesie

happy birthday - j.q. x fem!reader

You looked down at your stomach and beamed. Anxiety filled your body but you knew deep down that Joseph would be elated. 

You grinned as you heard footsteps, casting a few last minute glances at the table.

“Happy Birthday, Joey!” you exclaimed, as Joseph stepped down the stairs groggily.

“Aw, thank you, love,” he croaked, he gave you a lopsided grin as he wrapped his arms around you. “Wow, you did not have to do all this. It’s five am, baby, why were you up so early?”

“Shut up and eat,” you laughed, guiding him to the table.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, nodding. He sat down and began eating. “I should just fake sick. Stay home all day with you.”

“No, Joe, you have to go today. I still have some things to set up!” you exclaimed, rubbing his shoulder. You looked down once more before sitting down next to Joe.

+++

It was late. About nine pm. You heard the garage open. You quickly put out the couple boxes of gifts, putting the most important one in the certain. You were practically shaking with nerves.

“Hellooo!” exclaimed Joseph, walking into the living room nonchalantly. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re shaking. What’s going on? Are you cold?” he asked, rubbing your arms.

“No, no, I’m fine!” you insisted. “Are you ready to open presents?”

“Hell yeah,” he said, beaming. He sat down.

One by one, you handed him the presents.

“One left, okay?” you said, handing him the present.

“Okay,” he said, smiling eagerly. He gently pulled the wrapping paper off the gift to reveal a box. He grabbed the pocket knife that you had brought over and cut open the box and pulled out the small cloth that was inside. His face scrunched up and he unfolded it. He read it and dropped it almost a second later. His eyes were impossibly wide and his jaw was hanging open.

Your eyes filled with tears – happy tears – and you nodded. He jumped up, beaming widely. 

“Oh my god,” he whispered, his throat and eyes stinging from the tears. “Oh my god, Y/N! We’re going to– we’re parents!”

“Yeah!” you exclaimed, crying happily into his arms. He picked you up and spun you around.

“We’re parents!” he repeated, some tears falling down his cheeks as he beamed widely.

“I’m so lonely” - Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: you finally confess to Eddie how lonely you’ve been feeling. Emotional hurt/comfort

A/N: my first posted ST fic! I’m so nervous. I hope people enjoy this, it may or may not have been heavily inspired by my own feelings of loneliness. If only I had an Eddie lol. Please reblog or comment if you enjoy my work! My requests are open, my rules can be found in my navigation post which is linked in my bio >3

Warnings: discussions of loneliness. Reader sits in Eddie’s lap but no mention is made of size or appearance of the reader. 'Princess' is used as a term of endearment but the reader is gender neutral. No use of Y/N. Not proofread sorry

Word Count: 1.3k

Eddie Munson was the best boyfriend on the planet. You were certain that no one could hold a candle to your Eddie. 

He told you he loved you a hundred times a day - quite literally, he always counted. He’d gaze at you like you’d hung the moon, even when he was meant to be focused on the movie showing in the cinema or the road in front of him as he drove his van. He’d make sure you drank enough water every single day. He’d tie up your shoelaces if they came undone in the street. He was perceptive enough to realise whenever something was wrong, and he’d listen while you vented, before attempting to kiss the hurt away. Eddie was everything to you. But that was part of the problem. 

Eddie wasn’t just your boyfriend, he was your best friend. Which sounds cute. Yet he was your best friend because he was your only friend. Sure, you had fun with Robin and Steve, and occasionally you and Eddie would invite Max and Lucas over to his trailer for a movie night. Although you loved your family, it was a small one. 

In essence, you often felt that the only person you made a difference to in life was Eddie. That the only person who’d notice your absence was Eddie. Sometimes you’d berate yourself for feeling this way - ‘why isn’t that enough?’ - but it simply wasn’t. 

Eddie made you feel loved, constantly. He made you feel seen, he made you feel heard, he made you feel beautiful. 

But whenever he was gone, the loneliness would gnaw away inside you, consuming your mind. A sense of isolation from those around you grew. You could be sitting next to someone on the sofa but they might as well have been a million miles away. The nights you didn’t spend with Eddie, you’d cry and cry until you fell into an exhausted stupor and finally drifted off to sleep. 

Loneliness had even begun to creep into your moments with Eddie. Sometimes you’d drift off into your own little world, especially when he’d mention something he’d done with his own friends, which served as a painful reminder that you didn’t really have any of your own. 

He’d noticed lately that your face seemed to pinch into a frown more often. He tried to convince himself that your sorrowful expressions weren’t because of him, but you had been pulling away lately, skipping plans and coming up with bullshit excuses. 

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Eddie murmurs as he plops down on the bed next to you. You silently curse whichever member of your family had let him in the house. Because Eddie is right, you have been avoiding him. 

“No I haven’t,” you mumble back, studiously avoiding eye contact. 

“C’mon, don’t lie to me. Please.” If you hear the quiver in his plea, you don’t acknowledge it. 

“Am not.” Eddie huffs at your second lie, dropping off the bed and coming to kneel at your feet. The way his big soft eyes gaze up at you reminds you of the labrador you had as a kid and the way it would beg for treats. Eddie, on the other hand, was begging for something more serious. 

“I love you.” Your voice breaks slightly and you sigh deeply, feeling the tears welling up in your eyes. You squeeze them shut, willing them away, but you can feel Eddie’s eyes glued to your face and the tears can’t help but fall. They betray you, as if your poor attempts at lying hadn’t already. 

“I love you too baby.” He knows better than to press you. Shuffling in closer, Eddie places his hands in your lap, letting you fiddle with his rings. You lean forward to press your forehead to his as you sniffle, basking in the scent of his shampoo as his curls draw a curtain around your face. You try to speak but choke on your sobs, squeezing his hands. 

He shifts back up onto the bed next to you, and pulls you into his lap so your chest is touching his. You have no idea how long you spend sitting in his embrace, willing yourself to speak. 

“I just…” Your voice cracks. Silence. He waits. You swallow. 

“I feel like a burden to you sometimes. You’re my only person.” Eddie’s brow furrows. 

“What do you mean sweetheart?” His soft caress on your face is soothing, and encourages you to continue. 

“I know I have family and sometimes we look after the kids and see Robin and Steve, but…” Deep breath. “You’re… you’re the only person who I really have. I feel like you’re the only person who loves me. The only person who’d miss me if I wasn’t here.” 

Tears roll down your cheeks but you make no move to stop them this time. Eddie does the job instead, his thumb gently wiping the moisture away, repeating the action as more tears fall. 

“And I love you so much, it should be enough that the only person I’m important to is you. I don’t know why that isn’t enough, but it isn’t. You make me feel so loved, Eddie. More loved than I’ve ever felt. But I feel so fucking lonely.” At your final admission, your throat closes and you can’t carry on speaking as sobs rack your body. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s okay my love.” Eddie rocks you back and forth slightly in an attempt to calm you as you sob into his shoulder. You both stay in the same position for a while, Eddie as patient as he always is with you, waiting until you exhausted yourself with your sobs before speaking again. 

“Will you promise me something?” Nodding, you pull away to face him. His thumb wipes the tear tracks on your cheeks with such a gentleness you find yourself wanting to cry again, although this time for a happier reason. 

“Will you promise to tell me when you feel like this? I know I can’t make it all go away but you don’t need to bottle this shit up, princess. You don’t have to fight it on your own.” You crash into his chest and squeeze him tight, prompting him to chuckle into your hair as he draws his arms back around you. 

“I promise,” you mumble into his torso. “I love you, teddy bear.” He flushes and presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head. 

“Do you want to talk about it more?” You ponder his question for a few quiet moments, but you’re physically and mentally exhausted from the sobs that had racked your body. 

“I’m too tired Eds, but maybe tomorrow? If you’re really sure you want to listen.” 

“Of course I want to listen. You’re my girl, and that means you never have to deal with anything on your own. I’m right here, sweetheart. Always.” 

Eddie sticks to his word in the morning. Not that you ever doubted he would. 

You guess that Eddie has at least told the others that you need some TLC in the following few days when Will calls just to remind you he loves you, with a sincerity that no one could mistake; when Mike concedes that you’re pretty cool, followed by the awkwardest shoulder punch known to man; when Nancy and Robin rope you into their weekly movie nights - you’d never confess to them that the films they chose were far too highbrow for your taste. 

You don’t think it’s a coincidence either when Lucas invites you on his and Max’s upcoming pinecone collecting adventure in the woods next to Hawkins. You’re absolutely certain it’s not a coincidence when Steve offers to teach you how to drive in his precious BMW, knowing that he’d never willingly let anyone else behind the wheel. 

While Eddie would absolutely claim it’s a coincidence if you called him out, it’s entirely intentional on his part that he now tells you I love you a hundred-and-one times a day.

Please help a writer out and reblog if you enjoyed my work! 💗

Not that I don't love Joe Quinn and Eddie but I think Eduardo and Argyle deserve the same hype that they get.

Argyle and Eduardo were an amazing addition to the cast/show and I think they deserve more love and appreciation.

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Me:

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i'm losing my damn mind right now

Step Mum - J.Q

hey loves, how is everyone? okay, who else sees Joseph as a girl dad because i definitely do 🥹 dad!Joseph and stepmum!y/n. sorry there’s probably a lot of mistakes but enjoy i guess.

you and Joseph had been together for a year and a few months and it had been the best year of your life. you'd never felt the feelings you had for Joseph in any other relationship you had been in. you and Joseph recently moved in together to a three bedroom house for you and him and his two kids from a previous relationship, Esme who was 4 and Tilly who had just turned one. yes, you and Joseph had been together for the whole time she was born. Amanda, Joseph's ex and him had broken up when she was six months pregnant.

obviously the situation wasn't ideal as Amanda hated you and you didn't want to impose on the family. you found out Joseph had kids three months into your relationship and you honestly didn't mind. you met them six months ago and they were a little shy at first, especially Esme, but you didn't mind. it would take time for them to get used to it and you didn't want the pressure them into liking you. whenever Joseph would have the girls over, you always made the conscious decision to leave Joseph with them, allowing them to bond like a normal family. well, you usually left them alone but since moving into your new house, they would stay over for the weekend, meaning you'd be there with Joseph.

you'd never want to take away the title from Amanda and you were happy the two girls had an amazing mother. no matter how much Amanda hated you, you always knew she was a great mum by the way the Esme spoke when you were around. she always used her manners and she was just all around a very sweet girl, same with Tilly. it was a Friday evening, the girls would be staying around for the third weekend since moving into your house and you were quite nervous. you usually went out but you had just gotten used to them staying around and you being there with Joseph.

you were waiting for Joseph to arrive home with the girls. you were making dino nuggets, chips and veggies for dinner as requested by Esme when Joseph phoned you earlier. you heard the door open and little footsteps run into the kitchen and then a small head peer around the corner of the kitchen island. you smiled and saw Joseph enter with a tired Tilly in his arms. "i can see you Esme" you joked, making her giggle loudly before running toward you, he face crushing into your leg.

you let your hand fall and run through her curly locks before bending down. "the dino nuggets are in the over" you whispered, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. you watched as her eyes lit up and she smiled, making you smile back at her. you stood up, seeing Joseph walk around the counter. "hi Tilly" you said, stroking her cheek softly, making her blush. she showed you a bright grin, her few baby teeth showing as she let her face fall to Joseph's chest making your heart swell as he tickled her slightly, making her giggle loudly.

you loved watching Joseph interact with his kids, there was just something about it that made your love for him grow. he gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before walking out the kitchen to go find Esme, usually she was in her room playing with the dolls she had here so that's where you knew Joseph would check first. on the weekends when the girls would stay, Amanda would pick them up on Sunday afternoon. with her, you had no idea why she hated you so much. maybe it was because you were with Joseph? maybe it was jealousy? you had no idea but to assume.

once dinner was ready, you called everyone down to the dinner table where everyone's food was already at the table, Tilly's cut up on a small plate on her high chair table. you watched as Joseph helped Tilly into her high chair and as Esme got into the seat next to Joseph. you sat down next to Tillys high chair, listening to Joseph's and Esme's conversation. "and then we went to see nanny and she got a new dog called Rags. he's so cute" she gushed, thinking of the tiny puppy. you smiled as you listened, for a four year old, she was very intelligent. she understood things that some kids her age wouldn't and it was honestly fascinating listen to her speak.

"well that's cute, what dog is he?" Joseph asked, looking at his daughter. she stopped and thought for a moment, trying to recall what her mum had called the dog. "sausage? i'm not sure" she said, the name not coming into her head. "a sausage dog? was it a miniature one or a normal one?" he asked, smiling at her. "normal one i think. it's so small though daddy, like this big" she said, showing the size of the dog with her hands.

"well that is pretty tiny, what colour was it?" you asked, breaking your silence as you wanted to know more about this dog. "he was ginger, oh y/n he was so cute. when mummy comes on sunday i'll get her to show you a picture" she said, getting all excited about the thought of you seeing the dog. "i'll look forward to it" you said, smiling at her. you knew that wouldn't happen, Amanda would freak out before letting you see that dog. you continued eating in silence, listening to Esme speak about her week with her mum before she brought up something that would made it a bit awkward.

"daddy, why did you and mummy break up? i miss when you stayed at home with us." she said, looking up at Joseph. he choked on his drink as she said this and your eyes widened before a sad expression spread across your face. you looked down at your plate, feeling uncomfortable. you knew she hadn't meant to make you feel bad, she was only four, but the thoughts came rushing through your brain. she didn't like you and Joseph together. she wanted her old family back. Joseph coughed and looked at you, seeing you staring down at your plate. he felt bad. he hated that things couldn't be different but he knew you knew she didn't mean it.

"Es, sweetheart, me and mummy aren't getting back together, ever. i don't love your mummy anymore" he said honestly, making her look up at him with a sad expression. she nodded and looked down at her lap before getting up from the table and walking to her bedroom. you looked up from your plate when you heard her bedroom door close. "you should go talk to her" you said to Joseph, giving him a small smile. he sighed, feeling bad about how the situation is making you feel. he stood up once he saw you standing up and walked to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"you know she doesn't mean it" he said, looking into your eyes as he spoke. you nodded your head and lent in to kiss him. "i know, it's okay, she's only four. she just doesn't understand us yet" you said, kissing him again. "now go talk to her. i'd hate it if she was up there crying. i'll take care of Tilly" you said, unwrapping his arms from his waist as you jokingly pushed him toward the stairs, making him laugh. he walked up the stairs, and you walked back to where Tilly was. "hello sweetheart" you said, seeing her finished with her food. you picked her up and walked to the living room where her small play pen was. it was filled with toys and plastic balls that she loved to chew on.

you didn't want to shout up but you needed to know if you could leave Tilly alone for a few minutes so you could do the washing up. "Joey, can i leave her in the play pen for a minute whilst i clean up?" you asked, hearing him shout down a small 'of course'. you collected the plates from the table and walked to the kitchen where you put them in the sink to wash up. Joseph was in Esme's room, hand on her back as she cried softly to him. "i just miss you" she sobbed, his heart clenching as he heard her say those words. "i know sweetheart but me and mummy won't be getting back together. i'm with y/n now. do you not like her?" he asked, feeling anxious as he asked this. he didn't want his kids to hate you, that was the one thing he was worried about when he started dating again.

"i like her daddy. i just- i just miss you" she said, sobbing harder into his neck. his hand moved up and down her back softly as he tried to comfort her. he felt relieved when he heard she did in fact like you but she just missed him. "i'm right here love, i'm not going anywhere. how about we start seeing each other during the week as well as on the weekends hmm? would that make you feel better?" he asked, her head moving out of his neck. he watched as she nodded and rubbed her eye with her closed fist.

he lent in and kissed her cheek, wiping the tears off her cheeks as she finally calmed down. “you wanna go watch a film before bed?” he asked, seeing her teary eyes light up slightly. “yes. can we watch Mulan?” she asked. Mulan was definitely her favourite finest film, she even had a teddy Mushu which she loved. “of course baby, let’s go come on” he said, taking ahold of her hand as they walked down the stairs, seeing you sat on the sofa with a snoring Tilly on your chest as you watched some random show which was on the tv. “hi Es, you okay?” you asked, seeing her sit next to you on the sofa.

she nodded her head and watched as Joseph sat next to her. “urm y/n. would you mind if we watched Mulan?” she asked, making you smile at her shyness. “of course, Joseph could you change it? i don’t want to disturb Tilly” you said, stroking the nape of her neck, playing with the baby hairs. he nodded and grabbed the remote, changing it over to disney+ where Mulan was. you all watched Mulan and listened as Esme sang the songs quietly throughout, making your heart swell, she had a beautiful voice.

-

Sunday rolled around quicker than you expected, you and Joseph were waiting for Amanda to come pick up the girls. he was upstairs with both Tilly and Esme when the door bell finally rang. you took a deep breath before walking to the door, opening it with a smile on your face. “hi, it’s nice to see you” you said, trying to be as nice as you could, trying to ignore the filthy stare she gave you. “yeah whatever. where’s the girls?” she asked, making your smile falter a bit. “oh urm they’re upstairs, come in i’ll go get them” you said, moving to the side to let her in.

she walked into the house for the first time, looking around as she saw the photos of you and Joseph scattered around. she walked into the living room and sat on the sofa, still looking around. “can i get you anything?” you asked, just before you were about to go tell Joseph Amanda was here. she shook her head and looked at her phone, allowing you to go get Joseph and the girls. before you walked up the stairs, you heard her talking on the phone quite loudly. “no it’s awful, such an ugly house. she doesn’t look any better either, a lot worse” Amanda said, making your heart drop. now you weren’t one for some stupid comment to effect you but hearing it from her just made you feel bad about yourself.

you shook it off, not wanting to show Joseph and the girls that you were now upset. you walked up the stairs and into Esme’s bedroom where they were all playing. “your mums here, she’s in the living room” you said, seeing her smile grow wide as she dropped her dolls and ran past you to go see her mum. “be careful” you said nicely, seeing her almost fall down the stairs from how fast she ran. “you invited her in?” Joseph asked, shocked that you allowed her in here. “oh yeah i did. i only did it because i would feel bad if i closed the door in her face to come get you guys” you said honestly, seeing him pick up Tilly. “i’ll get their bags” you said, walking to Esme’s bed where both girls bags sat.

“thank you” he said, walking out the bedroom before you. you both walked down the stairs and into the living room where you saw Esme sitting with Amanda. Esme saw you come into the room and immediately got off of her mum, walking to wrap her arms around your leg. “thank you for doing my hair y/n. i wish you could do my hair every day” she said sweetly, you smiled down to her and ran your fingers gently over the two french plaits you’d done for her earlier. “you’re very welcome sweetheart” you said, kneeling down to give her a hug goodbye.

Amanda saw red once she saw you give Esme a small kiss on the cheek. she looked at it like it was the worse possible thing you could ever do. once you stood up, that’s when she started. “i’ve had enough of and i’m honestly not comfortable with you around my kids y/n. you’re doing her hair now and kissing her on the cheek like you’ve known her her whole life? well guess what, you haven’t. you’ll be nothing but Joseph’s girlfriend to her and she’ll never like you like she loves me. you’ll never be me and you’ll never be a mother to my kids. now in future, don’t hug my kids, don’t kiss my kids and dont do Esme’s hair. you aren’t her mum and you never will be so back off. they’re here to see Joseph not you. and don’t you ever tell her what to do, i heard you tell her to be careful and it was so rude of you to do so. now back off, no one wants you here” she practically shouted, making your face turn red from embarrassment. it was like you were back in school being shouted at for talking whilst a teacher was. she knew how to make you feel under appreciated and she’d just done it in front of everyone.

Joseph looked at her shocked. how could she say something like that to someone who only showed her respect and kindness? “hey, don’t talk to her like that, she’s done nothing wrong Amanda? she only told Esme to be careful because she almost fell down the stairs coming to see you. and she did Esme’s hair because i can’t plait it and she asked for them so yeah, so what, she did her hair. stop acting like she’s doing things wrong when she’s not-” he started. you hated that you may have caused this issue between them so you spoke up. “enough. it’s okay. i shouldn’t have told her what to do and i’m sorry i did her hair. and i’m sorry for anything else i’ve done to you Amanda. i really didn’t mean to come across as rude, now if you excuse me, i have uhh, somewhere to be” you said, still feeling embarrassed that she shouted at you like that.

you felt everyone’s eyes on you as you turned your back and walked out of the living room to the front door. you grabbed your keys from the side and walked out, hearing Joseph’s pleads for you to come back. you had tears rolling down your face as you got into your car and drove off to anywhere, anywhere away from the confrontation. “see what you’ve done? well done Amanda, making someone feel miserable per usual. you have no idea how much y/n does for the girls. she has so much love for them and you’ve just embarrassed her like that. what was your point? she’s done nothing but be kind toward you and you’ve thrown it back in her face. she doesn’t want to be their mum, she’s always said she’d never want to take that away from you so how dare you treat my girlfriend like that.” he said, making Amanda look down at Esme who had a scared expression on her face.

“daddy where did y/n go?” Esme asked, her arm tugging on his t-shirt, getting him to look down at her. Joseph sighed and look down at Esme. “i have no idea sweetheart, she’ll be back soon” he said, smiling softly at her. Amanda looked shocked at Joseph’s outburst. “you must really love her” Amanda said, making Joseph look at her, confused expression on his face. “of course i love her, why do you think i moved in with her?” he said, confused at what she was getting at. “remember Joseph, you loved me once too. we had the perfect family and the most beautiful house and compared to this, what we had was so much better.” she said, was she seriously still going on?

“oh my god Amanda. one, our relationship was far from perfect and two, y/n is one of the best thins to ever happen to me. i wish every single day that i had these kids with her instead of you. now get out seriously, you’ve made my girlfriend leave her own home because you embarrassed her, now leave.” he said, anger filling him. he knelt down to Esme, seeing her upset expression on her face. “is y/n okay daddy? she didn’t say a proper goodbye” she said, the air was filled with anger and confusion. “y/n is fine sweetheart okay? when you come next weekend, she’ll be here okay? and you guys can watch Mulan and she can plait you hair how does that sound?” he said, tickling her side softly, trying to make her laugh. she let out a small giggle and wrapped her arms around his neck. he kissed her cheek softly before letting go, allowing her to walk to Amanda to leave. once they’d left, he was sat around calling you and messaging you, hoping you’d be home soon.

-

after a few hours, you finally arrived home seeing Amanda’s car was thankfully not in the driveway. you unlocked the front door and heard Joseph running towards the front door. as soon as he saw you he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a tight hug. “god i was so worried, i’m so sorry y/n. i didn’t know she was gonna do that” he said, kissing your temple. you let your head fall into his neck before you allowed silent tears to fall.

“Joseph i just don’t understand. i’ve been so nice to her and she’s so mean. when she walked in she went straight on her phone and called someone, she said that i looked worse than before and that the house was ugly. i just don’t know what i can do for her to like me” you sobbed, the embarrassment from earlier filling your body.

“hey stop that. she knows nothing about you sweetheart and you shouldn’t listen to her. the house is lovely and you are so beautiful. she’s only saying it because she’s jealous. now, please don’t cry over her, she’s not worth your tears” he said, pulling your face to look at him. he gave you a soft smile and wiped your tears, hoping he made you feel somewhat better from earlier.

you sighed and nodded, the smile on his face growing wider. “come on, we should finish watching that series you were binging the other day, what was it? uhh, i can’t remember” he said, making you laugh tearily. “shameless” you said, your voice croaking slightly from your crying. “yes, shameless, come on sweetheart” he said, pulling you further into the house. he’d always stuck up for you and that’s all you ever wanted, someone to be in your corner when something went wrong. you were very grateful for him.

omg. y/n doing an interview and they ask who their celebrity crush is and y/n’s like.

‘Joseph Quinn.’

Leaning against chair, ‘I mean have you seen him in Make Up? Or Les Miserables? everytime I see a picture of him I get butterflies in my stomach.’

‘Really?’

‘What if we said Joseph Quinn was here today?’

*Y/n.exe has stopped working*

‘What?’

‘Everybody Joseph Quinn’

*joseph Quinn walks out*

*y/n trying to keep themselves from fainting*

Noodle - [E.M x Fem! Reader]

a/n: omg Anna writing an ‘x reader’ ???? shocker. anyways this is based on my frustrated dream of getting a ferret. i did some research but because it’s 1 am and i should be sleeping cause i have classes tomorrow— i wrote this instead. if any ferret owners read this, please correct me if i’m wrong on anything regarding caring for those little babies <3 i know the name is basic but honestly, i love it so much and i think Noodle deserves his own series alongside his parents.

warnings: none!! pure fluff

enjoy !!

also enjoy this, because all i can see is Eddie playing with Noodle <3

You sat on your living room couch dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a loose shirt you had stolen from your older brother, a blanket draped over your lap with your furry friend sleeping soundly underneath it. *The Princess Bride* softly played in the background as you fought the urge to join your pet in Morpheus’ arms when you heard the front door open.

“Babe, are you home?” your boyfriend, Eddie called.

“Living room!” you called back, unable to get up to greet him as you didn’t want to disturb your precious child’s sleep.

Eddie walked into the living room, finding you sat down with mentioned blanket over your legs. His face contracted in confusion as it was quite warm outside for anyone to be wrapped in a blanket.

“Hey, darling.” he greeted, settling himself behind the couch as he leaned down to give you a soft and tender kiss on your lips, his curls lightly tickling your face.

“Hi,” you responded while giggling into your shared kiss.

He pulled away, leaving one final kiss on your nose before leaping over the couch and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“May I ask why you’re covered up when you could easily make sunny-side ups on the sidewalk?” he asks, running his hands through your hair and rested his chin on your shoulder.

“Well,” you started, unsure of whether to lift the veil of secrets and abruptly and ever so rudely wake up your self proclaimed fur-baby or makeup some random excuse. You opted for the latter and carefully removed the blanket from your lap, revealing the curled up figure of your ferret still sound asleep.

“What’s that?” Eddie asks, taken aback from the sudden revelation of your pet.

You had no idea why you never told him about Noodle — your sable ferret. But nevertheless you were glad that he got to meet your furry companion.

“This little guy,” you say as Noodle stirs awake and sneezes, “is my precious fur-baby, Noddle the ferret.” you proudly announce, placing one hand under the ferret’s chest, the other lifting and supporting its hind legs and bringing him towards you for security.

Eddie seemed to study the little furball for a couple seconds before looking back up at you.

“He’s cute, when did you get ‘im?”

“A couple months ago at the pet store, it was like love at first sight, except this is my beloved son.” you explain as Noodle gets out of your hold and onto his back on your lap, demanding attention which you immediately give to him, and he of course starts dooking.

Eddie smiles at the little sounds coming out of Noodle, but also because you look so content with your newfound friend.

“D-Do you think I could pet him, or hold him?” your boyfriend asks shyly

“Gotta earn his trust first. There’s a bag of treats on the dining table, go get it,” you instruct, he nods and lifts himself off the couch to acquire the bag of treats made up of cooked egg, bits of chicken, lamb, and turkey.

He comes back with the bag in hand, Noodle’s attention immediately being diverted to the familiar rustling of his favorite snacks.

“Alright, get one out of the bag,”

Eddie does as he’s told, setting the bag on the coffee table in front of him, treat on the other hand.

“Bend down to his level and speak softly, you don’t wanna scare him.”

He nods and kneels down on the floor to Noodle’s level on your lap, who looks at him curiously.

“Hey bud, y’know I think you’re pretty metal, despite your cute face and all,” he coos softly, slowly reaching his hand out to offer the treat, “Want a snack? Promise I don’t bite.”

You chuckle a little bit at his efforts to befriend your ferret, who was still in the process of deciding whether Eddie was worthy of his trust or not. Noodle first sniffs around the treat, his fingers, then his hands.

Final verdict: Noodle trusts Eddie.

The fluffy animal takes the treat from Eddie’s fingers, rewarding the human by allowing him to pet him. Eddie’s calloused fingers gently roam Noddle’s long and soft body as he finishes his treat. You watch in amusement how your boyfriend was able to bond with your let almost immediately.

Noodle takes it up a notch and also allows Eddie to lightly tickle his stomach, and he once again starts dooking, the metalhead’s giggles marching up with those of his furry friend.

“You know, I think Noodle needs a dad. He’s got me, his mom, of course. But mayyybe you’d like to join us?”

Eddie smiles as he stands up, taking his seat next to you once again while also entertaining Noodle.

“If Noodle allows me to, I’ll definitely be his dad.”

“Good, cause I’m planning on adopting another ferret.”

Stop, that was so cute!

Can I request Joseph Quinn being obsessed with the way you smell. Like your hair , body , perfume , after shower , before going out etc. And sometimes hugs you to smell you in public but in private he moves your hair out of your neck so he can smell you there and place a kiss there✨✨

stop i love this ima make it so fluffy 🥹

p.s , instead i’m going to make a few different blurbs just if him showing how much he loves you 🙏🏼 (if that makes sense)

joe and his ways of love ⇿ j.q <3

summary; your boyfriend, joseph, is obsessed with the way you smell, or maybe he’s just obsessed with you in general.

warnings; prepare for the fluff

pair; joseph quinn x fem!reader (she/her)

genre; fluff

PLEASE DO NOT TAKE OR COPY MY WRITING without permission - which you don’t!

you take out your keys to unlock your front door then open it, immediately seeing joseph run up to you to take all of the grocery bags out of your hands.

“come, come inside.” joe says eagerly.

he sets all the bags down by the counter to quickly went to hug you before you walked away. “i missed you, lovie.” he smiles, littering a few kisses on your neck.

“i miss you too, baby,” you give him a soft smile. “i’ve been gone not even an hour!” you giggle.

“i know but,” he nuzzles his face into your neck. “i don’t care. i missed you.” you hear his muffles.

you move his head into your view. “kiss.” you demand. he gives you a kiss without wasting any time.

“i want to cuddle.” joseph announces like a baby. “okay, love. only a little while.”

you walked into your bedroom with a towel around your body, looking into a mirror to comb your hair.

you look and see joseph pouting behind you in the mirror. “what’s with the face?” you continue to comb your hair.

“you didn’t cuddle with me.” he looked away. “you could’ve joined me.” you mentioned with a small laugh.

“no. i didn’t want to get wet.” he rolled his eyes. “okay, then.. i guess you’re going to have to deal with it.” he got up and walked over to you. he stood beside you watching you brush your hair.

“ugh.” he crossed his arms. “what now?” you turn your head to look at him.

“nothing,”

“stop being a pouty baby.” you jokingly but gently push him.

joseph’s jaw dropped in shock, with a smile. “just c’mere.” he crouched and ran for your legs, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“ay! joseph! put me down!” you kicked your legs and started throwing your arms around while laughing. he sat you on the bed and crawled on top of you, kissing your chest up to your jawline.

“all i wanna do is lay with you, okay?” he rested his face on your chest and closed his eyes. “fine.” you smiled, twirling his curls in between your fingers.

joseph and you go out to the cafe just around your flat, seriously hoping no paparazzi would show up.

“lovely, innit?” joseph looked around inside the small building.

“definitely.” you smile, looking down to grab ahold of his hand to place your fingers in between his.

he walks over to the counter and orders a piece of your favorite cake, along with his favorite type of tart.

you continue to look around, noticing a group of people outside looking through the window.

you sigh and nudge joseph’s shoulder as a gesture to look through the window.

“ay,” he turns back to the person taking the order. “actually make that to-go, please.”

you both grab your items off the counter and he drags you outside, not thinking much of it but just to get away from the people. he walked past all the people who were attempting to take pictures and ask questions but he ignored them all.

the both of you turn to this alley way, hoping no one would end up seeing joseph there.

you leaned against the wall and ate a few bites of your cake. joseph looked over to you and admired your face.

he had a light shade of pink cover his cheeks. “is there something on my face?” you ask, using your free hand to try to wipe away any crumbs.

“no. no, nothing is on your face.” he smiled and slightly bent down to attach his lips to yours. you immediately kiss him back, cupping his face with your hand.

“what’s wrong, love?” you pulled away and placed your forehead against his. “hm? nothing is wrong, i just love you.”

“i love you too.” you smile and give him a peck.

“can we go home, so we can cuddle?” he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in tightly. “yes, yes please.”

i wasn’t sure how i should write this but i hope it’s okay :,) currently my requests are closed because i am writing two others but they will be open again soon! ilysm 🫶🏼

reblogs and feedback is greatly appreciated <3.

no words. just this. imagine papa munson. *heart eyes*

I love Eddie Munson so much.

That's it.

That's the post.

Reblog if you agree.

JOSEPH ANTHONY FRANCIS QUINN EVERYONE

Sorry nope one more. Pregnant with baby two or three and letting the other babies paint on your belly bc you’re tired and need a way to entertain them. Dad walking in like this is new.

handprints

wc: 1.1k warnings: dad!steve, f!reader a/n: apparently i'm incapable of writing anything truly blurb length. so here, take another small fic! sorry this took so long, anon, i hope you like it!!!

Masterlist

Steve came home to a quiet house, which was unusual to say the least. With two little ones, and another on the way, the Harrington household was usually full of life and noise. He couldn’t help but panic for a quick moment before he realized that his family was likely just in the backyard. You liked to get them outside, find a way to keep them busy after you brought them home from daycare, especially now that you were seven months pregnant and so tired after your day at work. 

Stepping into the kitchen, he finally heard familiar giggles float in through the open window, which soothed his nerves. The window above the sink was open, and he wandered over to look out, finding all three of you out in the yard, though he wasn’t quite sure what was happening. You were reclining on one of the lawn chairs, shirt discarded in the grass next to you as the kids held paint brushes. It looked like they were painting something — were they painting on your skin? 

Your kids were, in fact, painting your tummy as you tried to relax a bit. You weren’t sure how the idea came to you, but it seemed like a great one; the kids had something to do, while you could put your feet up and close your eyes for a few moments. And it seemed to be going well. The late afternoon sun was still shining, there was a light breeze, and the kids seemed to be enjoying themselves, if the giggles were an indicator of anything. 

The peace was quickly broken, though, as your two-year-old, Emily, let out a loud whine. Your eyes flew open, expecting her older brother Daniel to be the instigator, but found that he was still painting quietly on the other side of you. 

“What’s wrong, Emmy?” you asked, reaching out to brush a strand of her hair out of her face. 

She didn’t answer, and went back to painting the blob she was working on, when it happened again. She let out another whine, her eyebrows drawn together, small lips pursed as she pouted, “Kicking!” 

It took a second before you understood; the baby had kicked particularly hard where Emily was painting on your tummy, bumping her hand as she worked. You tried not to laugh as you smoothed your hand over her hair, “The baby is kicking where you’re working, huh?” She nodded, a pout still on her lips. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Baby doesn’t know you’re making a pretty picture for mommy. Maybe if you give baby a kiss, they’ll calm down a bit.”

Steve watched from the doorway, as Emily leaned down and pressed a kiss to a clear space on your tummy. He could help the grin that took over his face, and he couldn’t wait any longer to be close to his family, “Well, this is new! What’s going on here, you stinkers?”

The sound of Steve’s voice was what finally broke Daniel’s concentration, and he looked up, grinning at his dad, “I’m paintin’ a tree!” 

Crouching down next to his son, Steve ruffled his hair as he looked at the picture he’d been working on, “Wow, buddy, that’s a great tree! Mommy let you turn her into an art project, huh? What are you painting, Emmy?” She listed a few things, none of which were clear, but Steve nodded thoughtfully, as if he saw her vision, “Oh, wow, that’s great, sweetie. So pretty.” 

Pleased with their dad’s praise, both kids turned back to their work, and Steve focused on you. Leaning over to press a kiss to your forehead, he asked, “Everything okay, love?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, pushing your chin up with your lips pursed, hoping he’d get the hint and give you a kiss. Thankfully, he did, and planted a kiss to your lips quickly, hand cupping your jaw carefully. You continued what you were saying once he’d done so, “Just was tired and wanted to give them something to do.”

Steve sat in the grass next to you as he let out a laugh, “Not a bad idea, I suppose. The paint is nontoxic, right?”

“Of course,” you nodded, reaching a hand out to push through Steve’s hair, getting it out of his face so you could see him better. 

His hand caught yours and he turned his head, placing a kiss to the inside of your wrist, “Good.” The small action made your heart flutter, even after all the years you’d been together. 

“Daddy, you paint something?” Daniel asked, eyes wide as he stared up at Steve. 

“Hmm… how about I put a handprint on mommy’s tummy? You two can do the rest of the painting.” 

The kids seemed pleased with this idea, and Steve let them cover his palm in yellow paint. They helped him press his hand to an open spot on your tummy in the middle, near the top of your bump. You beamed at him when his palm touched your skin and your baby kicked hard at his hand, seemingly aware that it was their dad. Steve, who would never get over the feeling, grinned back at you, absolutely ecstatic, before leaning forward again to press kisses all over your face. 

“Can I do a handprint?” 

“Me too!”

“Ask your mom,” Steve shrugged, not wanting to answer for you. 

You nodded immediately, of course, and Steve began helping them cover their hands in paint. You took Daniel’s small hand, slathered in blue paint, and helped him get it into the perfect position next to Steve’s handprint, while Steve took Emily’s purple hand and did the same on the other side of his handprint, gently pressing it into your skin. 

There was now barely any bare skin left on your exposed stomach as they pulled back their hands, grinning. You pressed a kiss to each of their cheeks and then nodded back towards the house, “Go with Daddy to wash your hands, okay?” 

They quickly ran off, leaving Steve to race after them, but they were back within minutes with clean hands, and Steve had returned with a camera as well. You let out a small groan when you saw that he was holding it in his hands, but you knew you’d appreciate a picture later on, even if you didn’t now. 

Knowing exactly what you were thinking, Steve gave you his best pleading eyes, “C’mon, baby, please? You’ll appreciate it later.” 

“Yeah, okay,” you sighed, shifting your position slightly, one arm moving to cradle your bump. 

“Smile, beautiful!” Steve grinned from behind the camera, causing you to break out into a very real smile as you stared up at your husband. The camera clicked once, and then twice, “Ugh, perfect.”

It’s like one of those pet sweaters- if he tries to move he just tips over. 🌽

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary-After the final fight with Vecna, Y/N gets hurt, sending her to the hospital

TRIGGER WARNINGS- Talk of injury, blood, hospital setting, tell me if I missed anything

A/N- I didn't really know how to end this one, so sorry for the crappy ending! Enjoy!!

Words Count- 2.6k

It was finally over, Vecna was dead. It was dead silent, no one making a noise. The group stood, looking at each other, slight, exhausted smiles pulling on their lips. Vecna lay in front of them, his gross, slimy body splayed on the floor, black blood oozing from his wounds, expanding as it continued to flow from the once human. 

Nancy lowered her shotgun from her shoulder, sighing as the final demogorgon fell limp on the ground from a gunshot wound, letting out one last screech as it died.

Then the celebration started. Steve and Robin hugged each other tightly, Nancy and Johnathan kissed, Johnathan then pulled Will into a hug, smiling at him. Hopper and Joyce embraced and kissed each other, letting out heavy sighs of relief that the fight had finally come to an end for good. Mike lay with El in his arms, exhaustion overcoming her body from fighting Vecna, smiles on their faces as they watched Dustin and Eddie hugging each other, jumping around like crazy people, Lucas and Max holding each other in tight embraces.

Eleven's eyes caught sight of the only remaining member, Y/N, who sat off to the side, breathing heavily. El squinted her eyes, taking a minute of staring at the older girl, to realize she had a piece of wood impaled in her chest. The younger girl scrambled to her feet, forgetting all about her exhaustion, rushing to the oldest of all the teen girls. El fell to her knees, looking at the wound to the other girl's chest, tears welling in her eyes. 

"Oh my God. Eddie!" Mike called as he followed his girlfriend to where she was off to in such a rush. Everyone fell quiet, the only noise came from Y/N, her labored breathing becoming apparent to her friends around her.

When Eddie saw who El and Mike kneeled next to, his heart dropped, rushing to his dying girlfriend. "Oh my God. Y/N/N. W-what happened?" He asked, tears filling his deep brown eyes. Y/N looked up at him with glazed-over eyes, giving him a weak smile, blood coating her teeth, but she hadn't even noticed the metallic taste in her mouth.

"I-I-I had a little accident. Didn't m-move out of the w-way f-f-fast enough I gu-guess." She stuttered, a string of blood mixed with saliva falling from her lips as she spoke in a quiet voice. The metalhead could faintly hear Hopper instruct Steve and Robin to bring a car around to the front to pick Y/N up, the two older teens following orders quickly. Eddie moved to sit next to his girlfriend, trying to move her onto his lap, but she only whimpered out, and all movement ceased. Eddie didn't want to put her in more pain than she was already in, so he sat next to his injured girl, stroking her hair every few seconds. "Hurts, Eds." Y/N muttered, her words almost too stung together to make anything out of. 

"I know baby, I know. Just hang on for me for a few more minutes. Harrington and Robin are bringin' the car around to take you to the hospital. Just keep those pretty eyes open for me for a little while longer, pretty girl. Come one Y/N, keep those eyes open for me!" Eddie voiced, watching as the y/e/c color of Y/N's eyes fluttered closed, but would open only a second later.

"Car is here!" Robin yelled as she rushed back into the building. Hopper moved to the injured girl, telling Eddie to help him get her into the car, Eddie doing as told. Everyone rushed after the three, watching as Eddie got into the back of Steve's car first, helping to guild Y/N into the back with him, resting her head on his lap. Hopper shut the door once the girl was fully in, telling Eddie everyone would meet him at the hospital in a while after they all cleaned up. Eddie simply nodded his head, telling Steve to go. The tires squealed on the pavement for a second before the BMW was flying out of the parking lot of the old Starcourt mall, where the fight ensued.

The car tore down the roads, Robin occasionally turning around to check on her friends in the back, making sure Y/N was still awake and responding to her boyfriend.

"Hey, Y/N, baby, keep your eyes open for me! Stay awake princess, we're almost there. Steve, go faster, I'm losing her!" Eddie yelled, trying to keep the fading girl in his lap to stay awake. Steve pressed down on the gas pedal harder, shifting the gear, the car lurching forward just slightly before picking up speed, bringing them closer to the hospital. Eddie stared down at Y/N, watching as her eyes drooped more, trying to coax her to stay awake. Y/N fought against the inviting sleep that was encasing her, but she lost when it wrapped its sloth-like fingers around her, encasing her in a darkness that she wasn't entirely sure she would wake from.

~*~

The incessant beeping of something close to her woke Y/N from her slumber, bringing a hundred-pound brick of pain with it. The sloth-like fingers that encased her before unraveled from around her, but also dropped the brick onto her chest, shoulders, and sides, refusing to let up. An itching feeling crawled up her arm, pulling her other arm to her side, scratching at whatever was causing the itch. Her fingers felt tape and something sticking to her arm, so naturally, she started to pick at it, trying to get whatever it was, off of her arm. Warm hands grabbed onto her, pulling her hand away from her arm, wrapping themselves around her hand and setting it back down on the bed.

"Leave the IV alone, princess. It's there to help you." She heard a voice say from next to her, the same place she heard the beeping coming from. It took her a minute to register who the voice belonged to, but it wasn't long before she was opening her eyes to see her boyfriend sitting next to her bed. His hair was pulled into a bun on the top of his head, a look Eddie knew Y/N loved, his torso covered in a hoodie. He had bags under his eyes, dark compared to his usually light skin. His lips looked irritated, chapped and red from the constant picking and chewing he did over the last few days. But, the thing Y/N noticed over everything else, was the bright smile he had on his lips. His perfect teeth shown through his smile, radiating warmth towards Y/N. 

A sudden pain rushed through Y/N's chest and shoulders, eliciting a whine of pain from her lips. Eddie sat up suddenly, placing his warm lips on his girlfriend's hand, watching as she breathed heavily, trying to will the pain away. When it calmed down, the girl slowly opened her eyes, looking over at Eddie. "What happened?" She asked, having no memory of how she got here, or really even why she was here.

"We fought Vecna, remember? We were in the old Starcourt mall. We didn't realize that Henry had built a kind of home there. We fought him there and killed him. He's dead, baby. It's finally all over. No more Upside Down shit. It's all over." Eddie said, a beaming smile on his face.

"But how did I get here?" Y/N asked, trying to recall the events at Starcourt that lead to her laying in a hospital bed.

"When we were fighting him, you got hit in the chest with a wood chunk. It went into your chest and hit one of your lungs. You almost died, but we were able to get you here just in time. You died on the operating table twice, baby. They had to revive you two times before they could get the wood out of your chest. But they were luckily able to pull the wood out and stop the bleeding before you started to code again. You've been asleep since then. That was four days ago." Eddie explained, playing with her fingers as he spoke. "You gave me quite the scare there, princess. I thought I lost you that night." The dungeon master mentioned, tears falling from his sad brown eyes. Y/N removed her hand from his grip, bringing it up to his face to wipe the tears away, letting the palm of her hand rest on Eddie's cheek, allowing him to nuzzle his face into her hand, finding comfort in being so close to her after days of no contact with her.

~*~

Not long after, Eddie went and got the doctor so he could examine Y/N. He confirmed she was okay, saying he would like to keep her for several more days before letting her go. Once the doctor left, Eddie all but jumped into bed with Y/N, snuggling close to her, making sure to be careful of the stitches on her chest. "Rest Eddie, you need it. I'm not going anywhere." Y/N told Eddie when she saw his eyes drooping. The metalhead nodded tiredly, falling asleep only minutes after he agreed. 

The couple slept the rest of that day and all through the night, waking up mid-morning the next day. As the pair ate breakfast, Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Max came to see them. They were happy to see their friend finally awake, talking to her, asking her how she was, making sure she had everything she needed, overall, just fusing over her. Once she was able to calm the four down, they sat and talked quietly.

"Hey, baby. Are you okay if I go and shower? I won't be long, ten minutes tops." Eddie asked from behind her in bed, moving her hair off her neck and behind her shoulder.

"Yeah, I'll be fine Eds. Take as long as you need. I've got these guys to keep me company." Y/N replied to him, planting a kiss on his lips as he got out of bed and walked to the bathroom in her room.

"You know he never left right? He hasn't left this room once since you were put in here four days ago. And he hasn't left the hospital at all since that night. He's stayed put ever since." Steve said once he heard the shower go on. The girls confirmed what he said, telling her how he hasn't even left the hospital to smoke. He sat in the waiting room while she was in surgery, sat next to her in the recovery room, and now has sat in this room waiting for her to wake up. 

"He had Dustin go to his house and get a bag full of clothes and his other things for him so he didn't have to leave. He said he didn't want to risk not being here when you woke up." Max said, smiling softly at the care Eddie had for Y/N. Just then, the bathroom door opened up, and Eddie came out of the room with a new set of clothes on, towel drying his hair. He smiled sweetly at her, tossing his towel over the chair under the window to dry. 

"I think we should get going, let you rest some more Y/N. Glad to see you awake and doing better. We missed you." Nancy said, slowly ushering everyone out of the room, giving Y/N and Eddie a warm smile before she walked out of the room. Just as they walked out, a nurse walked in, looking over the chart on the wall.

"How are you feeling right now, Y/N?" She asked in a sweet tone, grinning at said girl.

"I'm alright. Still tired but I'm sure that will stick around for a while." She replied, resting her head back on her pillow.

"Are you feeling up to a shower? I'll help you and we can go as slow as you need." The nurse asked, walking closer to the bed, putting the side railing down as she talked.

"Yeah, I would love nothing more than a shower. I feel gross. I've never gone this long without a shower." Y/N snorted, making the nurse grin at her, and Eddie chuckle under his breath at his girlfriend. 

"Alright. You're okay to wear whatever you want, as long as it's not tight or constricting on your chest and shoulders. I'll help you into the bathroom and if you need help showering, I'll be there to help." The nurse reassured, smiling gently at Y/N.

"I have some extra clothes for you here, babe. I figured you'd want to get out of the hospital gown as soon as possible, so I had Dustin grab something for you." Eddie said, getting up from the bed and digging through his bag for something that Y/N could wear. He came back with one of his shirts and a pair of pants, handing them to the nurse.

"Alright sweety, let's get you showered!" She said, helping the injured girl into the bathroom.

~*~

The bathroom door opened up, pulling Eddie from the random show he was watching on the tv, seeing Y/N walk out first, the nurse behind her for support. She shuffled across the floor carefully, gently sitting down on the bed when she got to it. She swung her legs up onto the bed, covering herself with the blankets once she was comfortable enough. The nurse quickly bid her goodbye, reminding her if she needed anything, to press the call button.

Y/N sunk down into the bed, looking over and Eddie with tired eyes, giving him a soft smile. "Hi, baby. Have a good shower?" Eddie asked, stroking her wet hair.

Y/N nodded her head, letting her eyes close for a moment before she opened them again. "It was great but it really kicked my ass. I didn't know taking a shower could be so tiring." She said with a quiet giggle, making Eddie laugh too. 

"I'm sure. I do have to say though, you look really good in my clothes. They just swallow you whole, don't they?" Eddie laughed, looking at his girlfriend in his clothes. His Hellfire shirt nearly hit her knees, meaning she didn't really need the sweats she was wearing, but she put them on anyway, seeing as she was so cold. "Go to sleep princess. I'll be right here with you when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere." Eddie said, letting Y/N cuddle into his side as she slept.

~*~

"Alright, clean your stitches twice a day and put this over it once you're done cleaning it. Eddie, don't let her lift anything heavy until she has the stitches out and don't let her do too much. Her lungs are still healing too, so it's going to be hard to do some things right now. Just give yourself time to heal and you'll be fine. And no more getting wood chunks embedded in your chest, I don't want to see you back here for that. I'll have someone call you to schedule your follow-up appointment." The doctor said, handing papers to Eddie before he let the couple go.

Eddie pushed the wheelchair out of the front doors to the hospital, to the side of his van, helping Y/N up into the passenger side before he returned the wheelchair and got in on his side.

"You ready to get out of her, princess?" He asked, putting his seatbelt on. Y/N nodded her head, flashing him a wicked smile.

"Yes! Now, let's go to our spot in the woods!" Y/N said with a spark in her eyes, making Eddie nervous.

"I don't think so! You, princess, are going home and resting until you get those stitches out." Eddie said, throwing the van into gear and pulling out of the hospital parking lot. Eddie could hear the sigh from beside him, stealing a glance at his girlfriend, seeing her pouting in her seat. The metalhead snickered to himself, pulling out onto the road, driving himself and Y/N home to his trailer.

Imagine Eddie being there as you get dress coded for the black bra under a white shirt lmao

wears a black bra under his own shirt out of spite

Can someone please write more Tyler Hoechlin fanfics?

Love me Tender // Eddie Munson

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Per request from the beautiful darling herself @ladyeslspeth "Chronically Ill reader x Eddie Munson, bad pain day"

At first, I had no idea what illness to incorporate, nor did I know how to without seeming insensitive...before I realized that, hey, I have Chronic Migraines. Literally been diagnosed and I'm on special medication for them. My lack of intelligence scares me sometimes smh... So, for this request, I'm going to go with Chronic Migraines, yay *cue bored clapping*.

Warnings: chronically ill!reader, soft and charming!Eddie, mentions of drug use (medicinal!!!) gn!reader!!!

Word count: 776 (she's a shortie!)

Whatever god there was, they weren't on your side today. The second you woke up, there was a throbbing in the base of your skull, forcing your to shut your blinds and cover your head with a pillow. These headaches weren't new, nor random, constantly consuming you at least 15 days out of the month. You were lucky to go more than 4 days without one, having high spirits when you woke without immense pain.

Today, was not one of those days. The entire morning was spent in bed, the pain in your stomach from hunger not hurtful enough to mask the fatigue you'd been faced with anytime you attempted to sit up, although not a second was spent sleeping. You couldn't, so there you sat, from 8 am until the clock struck 1 in the afternoon.

However, on the other side of town, your boyfriend was growing worried, anxiety clipping him in the heart each time the dial tone of his phone all but smacked him in the head. You weren't answering, and it had been hours since he'd heard from you. He knew that you got migraines, countless days spent on your living room couch proving that to be true. But, he couldn't lie and say that sometimes, your condition worried him. He was fearful of you passing out and not waking up, witnessing many of your fainting spells on occasion.

So, with a lead foot and pounding heart, he sped his way to your house, dodging red lights and ignoring stop signs. He was surprised but ultimately thankful he hadn't gotten pulled over.

"Y/N!" he called out into the quiet of your home, stepping over your fluffy pet and making a beeline toward your closed bedroom door. he lightly rapped his knuckles against the wood, about to speak when he heard the sound of your groggy voice moaning out in what sounded to be pain, he wasn't all too sure.

Opening the door, he was met with the sight of your nearly pitch-black room, attempting to stumble his way to your bed. There you lay, blankets pulled up over your head and a stack of pillows resting on top. He nearly cooed, if it wasn't for the fact that you were wincing at the sound of your bed creaking.

"You scared me, my love, didn't know if you were okay or not," he whispered, chuckling softly as you groaned and pulled him down to lay next to you. You didn't respond, attempting to block out the pain in your skull to fully appreciate your boyfriend's presence.

You found it sweet that he was here, although you would've been fine on your own, his concern was endearing.

"Sorry, I heard your call," you trailed off, pulling the blanket off your head to rest below your eyes. You squinted at the sunlight peeking through your blinds, attempting to make out the soft shape of your boyfriend's face. Although it wasn't too dark in your room, you could barely make out his features, "you look handsome today."

He laughed, straight from his chest and caused you to wince at the volume. He immediately retracted, softly brushing your messy hair out of your face and placing a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm gonna go grab your meds." you nodded, holding onto his hand until it fell from your grasp at the distance, tears brimming in your eyes as your head felt like someone was kicking at it.

Eddie made quick work of rifling through your cabinets. His hands knocked over multiple items he could care less about, letting out a quiet "yes!" when he found the orange pill bottle he'd been looking for. Shaking the bottle sideways, he clutched 2 pills in his palm whilst grabbing a bottle of water out of your fridge.

"Here ya go," he handed you the items, helping you sit up properly, "why don't we take a nap, yeah?" he knew you'd most likely lay there, eyes clenched shut but not actually sleeping. He still offered.

"Okay." your response was quiet, setting the water bottle down on the nightstand and scooting further into the bed for him to climb in. You lay patiently, watching the metalhead peel off his jacket and vest, setting them gently down on your desk chair. After slipping his shoes off, he moved to lay next to you.

Tugging your body close, he pressed a kiss to the back of your head, the two of you snuggled into each other's embrace. Although your head was pounding, your chest was swelling with adoration. You couldn't believe how lucky you were to have found a man like Eddie Munson.

THREE MEN AND A BABY - Summer of 87’

(young parents!Eddie Munson x fem!reader)

more dad!eddie can be found on my masterlist

summary: . . you leave eddie to watch your newborn with some ‘help’ (they don’t really do anything) from jonathan and argyle.

a/n: everyone lives in Hawkins because i said so. as always, no beta so mistakes will be fixed later.

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“Dude.”  Argyle leaned in for a closer look, staring deeply into the unimpressed, brown eyes peering up at him from her place in her bouncer, tiny fists curled near her head, fuzzy with dark curls. “You had a baby.” Eddie snickered while Jonathan shook his head in amusement. “Yeah, I know that, man.” “No—you don’t get it, man! Like, you had a baby. You’re a dad. She is composed of half of your DNA. The fruit of your looms!” Jonathan choked on the cold pizza he’d been scarfing down at that bit of Argyle’s rant. “She’s—Oh, she got your eyes, too.”  Argyle ended on a coo, a finger reaching down to run over her soft, chubby cheek. From the moment you and Eddie brought Penny home three weeks ago, you’d been attached to her. Utterly and completely obsessed with the perfect little being your body had spent months creating. While you’d been initially incredibly hesitant to meet her—coherently, at least, she’d been placed on your chest briefly when you’d been having a horrible out of body experience from the pain of having just pushed her out seconds before—it was hard for you to put her down now. You blamed that newborn baby smell. It was your weakness, if she was cradled against you, your head was angled down to sniff at her hair. You loved bonding with her in general, but your mother had made sure Eddie knew to not let you withdraw from society once Penny came, and then she’d told Eddie all about Postpartum Depression, effectively scaring the shit out of him. So that’s how you ended up having a girl’s day with Nancy, Eden and Robin. Sure, you’d started crying after showering your little baby in kisses and love and you’d had to be literally dragged out by the girls but Eddie knew you’d have a good time.

Just like he knew he could totally handle Penny on his own. Jonathan and Argyle had come along with the girls, but both were entirely too curious about Penny to leave. Not at all because Eddie had body blocked the door once they realized their ride was driving off. Alright, he was still scarred from day two out of the hospital.  Max and Lucas had come over to the trailer to visit Penny—Lucas loved holding her, you found it so cute—when you had gone to change Penny’s diaper and immediately began crying out for help. Eddie had never bolted so fast in his entire life with Max and Lucas on his heels, and the sight that greeted them was horrifying in a new parent sort of way. Penny had shit so violently once you’d undone her diaper that it was splattered on the wall, she was peeing all over your hands, and she’d thrown up, the milky looking substance also leaking out of her little nostrils. She herself didn’t look at all phased by what she’d just done. So, yeah. Maybe he needed a little back up for now. “Who’s got beautiful, angel eyes? Who’s got beautiful angel eyes? You do! You do!” Eddie watched Argyle gently tap her little nose, and his heart warmed when he could see his baby smiling around her pacifier. He knew it was probably just gas since she was starting to learn how to use her face, but he liked to imagine she knew just how much everyone loved her; that she’d never have to feel like he did growing up, unloved and alone until Uncle Wayne had stepped in when his father had been arrested and he had no one else. His kid had family. And a damn good one at that. “You can pick her up, if you want.” “Whoa.” Jonathan warned. “Hey now.” Argyle took a physical step back from the newborn, eyeing her skeptically. “And risk dropping her—man, that’s not cool.”

“You won’t drop her, so long as you hold onto her. Kind of common knowledge, but simply don’t let go.” Eddie rolled his eyes, stretching forward from the couch to slip his finger into her tiny little hand. She gripped onto it immediately, and he leaned closer to give it a kiss, inhaling the scent of her skin. He couldn’t blame you for sniffing her all the time—she did smell ridiculously good.

“Fine, man. Then you get her out of that chair thingy, ‘cause I don’t wanna hurt her or something. I’m used to Eden’s siblings, they’re like uh a little older by like a lot and stupid invincible. One of her brothers came down the driveway on his bike just when I pulled up and I hit him with my car. Little dude just got right back up, kicked me and left!”  Eddie’s eyes were wide as saucers as he carefully pulled Penny out of her bouncer—the three of them collectively awing in adoration when her lower half scrunched up on instinct as she brought her hands to the sides of her head— and stood up in front of Jonathan. “You get first dibs since you don’t currently have a likely hood of hitting my daughter with a car at some point in her life.”  Jonathan immediately looked like he wanted to runaway, but ended up hesitantly accepting Penny into the crook of his arms as Eddie handed her over. It had been a while since he last held a baby, the last having been Will and he’d been a kid then, too.

He took to it naturally, though, his body relaxing as he held up her hand, thumb rubbing gently over her soft palm. Her squishy little fingers wrapped over his thumb as she stared up at him, most likely curious about a face she’d seen a couple of times before, but not so often this close. Or maybe she wasn’t thinking at all. 

“She’s so. . . small.” That wasn’t what he meant, he’d meant she looked so innocent, so fragile to the world around her. She wasn’t even his kid, but the longer he held her, the more sure he became of the fact that he’d kick ass to keep her safe, something he didn’t do very often, but very effectively. “I’m an uncle.” Eddie smirked, filled with pride as his daughter won another skeptic over. Jonathan ran a hand over her head, mindful of her soft spot, in awe of how soft her hair was. Damn, she really was cute. And she did have Eddie’s eyes.  “She’s a pretty baby.” He commented, moving his thumb around in her hold. “Not gonna lie, I thought she’d you know, be a little ugly when she came out, what with having been squished through a hole, but no. She was even a pretty newborn.” Eddie admitted, he hadn’t seen a whole lot of newborn babies before Penny, but he knew they looked like little aliens fresh out the womb. “You and baby mama must have been some pretty cute looking babies, then. Any kids Eden and I have are screwed, man. I was hairy as hell and I’ve seen her baby pictures, let’s just say they’re gonna get double takes.” Argyle ranted, but he too was focused on Penny and Jonathan, looking a little envious. Once Jonathan got his fair share, he shifted her around in his hold, making sure to support her head as he transferred her into Argyle’s ready and waiting arms. He seemed to change his tune after witnessing Jonathan hold her and successfully not throw her across the room like a football.

Unlike Jonathan who hadn’t wanted to move her around too much in his grasp, Argyle sat her up right, making sure to support her head at Eddie’s prompting. Penny looked startled as her body tried to slump forward, stopped by Argyle’s hold on her. The pacifier stopped moving, and Eddie tensed, waiting for the cry but it never came. Instead, the pacifier began to move again and she let out a soft grunt, but she didn’t seem to mind all that much.

He relaxed, sinking into the couch on Jonathan’s other side. Argyle noticed her drooping lids and deciding to be brave, placed her back into her bouncer as gently as he’d seen Eddie handle her.

Eddie couldn’t help but grin down at her, taken with the way they’d drop completely only to shoot back up. He was reminded of all the late night conversations the two of you had, and how you always fought sleep off, keen on talking to him instead of sleeping. Your eyelids would get all droopy, you’d close your eyes, and then catch yourself, snapping up and briefly awake before doing it all over again.  Eddie wondered how many more memories of you looking at Penny would trigger for him. He couldn’t wait to figure it out.  As if she knew he was thinking about her, Penny’s gaze wandered to him and he locked eyes with a pair identical to his own. Then she forced her pacifier out of her mouth and began to wail something fierce.  They all jumped up immediately, eyes wide at the sudden drop in her mood. “What did I do? Was it something I said?” Argyle asked, blaming himself as he began to panic. Jonathan was running his hands through his hair, distressed.  “No, you didn’t do anything,” Eddie reassured him as he picked Penny back up and walked to the small kitchen, grabbing a bottle from a recent feeding attempt. “You hungry, little bitty pretty one?” He held the bottle to her lips but that only seemed to make her angrier as she struggled against it, head moving away from the nipple. Her face was all squished up and took on a darker tint as her wails died down to whimpers. Eddie knew what that meant.  He was quick to place the bottle back down, but the damage was done. Penny was silent for the briefest of moments before she began shrieking. Water started to pull in the inner corners of her eyes—a new development, up until two days ago, all she could do was cry but her body hadn’t produced tears yet—and she let her little lungs ring loud in the trailer. Eddie knew his neighbors were probably cursing up a storm but they could kick buckets for all he cared. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. That’s not what you wanted, was it? My poor girl. Daddy’s gonna make it right.” Eddie soothed, cradling her to his chest with one hand holding the back of her head.  It seemed to do some good, hearing his voice had stopped the piercing shrieks, but she was still crying and very loudly.  He pulled her little baby bottoms back to check her diaper, but it was still clean so she couldn’t be upset about that. Eddie sighed, raising her a little higher on his chest so he could nuzzle her, pressing kisses into her sweet smelling hair.

Then it hit him. Penny was tired. That was it. She was just tired but unable to fully slip into blissful slumber on her own and she was upset about it. Eddie wanted to beat his head against the fridge for having overlooked something so obvious. He reached down to turn the knob of the radio, bringing it to life before he began searching for a station. Once he’d stumbled upon one crooning out oldies, he swayed, patting her bottom to further soothe her.

Penny’s cries died down almost immediately, turning into soft grunts instead as her lids began to droop again. It was after Eddie started singing along, his voice low and soft, that she was finally able to fall asleep, snuggled up to her daddy with a fist full of his hair that was most definitely going to be super fun getting out of her grip without waking her. Eddie turned to find Jonathan and Argyle watching them. Jonathan had a ghost of a smile on his face while Argyle stared at him in wonder. “Dude. You’re a dad. You just did a dad thing!” Jonathan grinned. “I agree. Looks like I’m the only freak in town now, you’re Eddie ‘The Dad’ Munson, now.” “Hell yeah, I’ll take it.” Eddie didn’t bother trying to hide his smile, he was cheesing’ it up.  You’d called him something similar a couple of times. Teased him about being Eddie ‘The DILF’ Munson, which was really unfair given you hadn’t been cleared by your doctor to have sex yet, so he couldn’t make that a reality.  “It’s crazy how this time last year, we were freshly graduated, you were eloping against every single adults’ opinion and now you have a baby. It’s mind boggling. But like, at the same time it’s not. . .I don’t know, help me out here.” Argyle slapped the back of his hand against Jonathan’s shoulder a few times.

“Being a dad suits you. You’re good at it. You’re a good dad and a good family man.” Jonathan supplied, meaning every word. He’d know, he had a shitty dad like Eddie did.

 That one simple statement hit Eddie hard, and he held Penny just a little tighter to his chest. “Gotta give her everything I didn’t have.” — You nearly broke the door down when you’d gotten back to the trailer. Despite your hesitance to leave Penny, you’d actually enjoyed the time with your friends. Sure, you spent every single second you weren’t talking thinking about your little family, but you still had fun.  The car ride back was spent wondering how much of a mess the place would be. Robin was expecting there to be a small kitchen fire, Eden was expecting one of the boys to be crying, Nancy was just curious to see how Jonathan had lasted in the presence of a baby. For future after college and established careers purposes, of course. You had faith in Eddie, had seen how quickly he had and still was adapting to being a dad. The others you couldn’t ball park so your money was on Argyle being the crybaby to which Eden quickly agreed.

But you hadn’t come home to any of that. The boys were all sat on the couch, fawning over your baby who had woken up in much better mood. “My baby!” You made grabby hands as they got up to greet you, and Eddie let you scoop her up from his arms in exchange for a kiss. You could hear Robin gagging when she realized she was third wheeling three different couples, so you assumed Nancy and Eden were also receiving ‘welcome back’ smooches.  You leaned down to violently inhale Penny’s new baby smell, pulling back with a look of satisfaction on your face. “That’s the good stuff. How’d it go?” Eddie laughed as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and trailed a finger through Penny’s curls. “Oh, you know. Nothing I couldn’t handle.”

all i want is a stranger things reboot where everything is exactly the same except david harbour plays eleven and hopper, joe keery wears his djo wig at all times, joe quinn switches his american & british accents between scenes and nobody acknowledges it and every time someone says something dumb gaten looks straight at the camera in complete silence like he's on the office. is this too much to ask for?

hear me out.. stranger things 5.. it starts with Dustin sitting in his room on the edge of his bed. He’s sobbing looking at a Polaroid picture of him with Eddie and the rest of the hellfire club. He’s deep in grief, missing Eddie and wishing he could’ve done more to save him. Then, on Dustin’s nightstand, his lamp starts flickering. But it’s not Vecna.

*S…. O…. S……………… S…. O…. S*

It’s Eddie calling out to Dustin from the upside down to let him know he’s still alive.

Eddie Munson x Reader

Mechanic

Summary- When Y/N's truck breaks down on the side of the road in Hawkins, she calls a mechanic, who happens to be Eddie Munson, and he comes to her rescue.

Trigger warnings- talk of injury, cussing

Word count-2.3

"No, please no, not now!" Y/N cries as her truck comes to a sputtered stop. She drops her head onto her hands that rest on the steering wheel, willing herself not to cry. Her day could not get any worse. A strange noise made the girl raise her head from her hands, seeing the engine emitting black smoke from under the hood. Spoke too soon, Y/N thinks to herself.

The upset young adult throws her truck door open, stepping out of the vehicle, but not before popping the hood open. She walks to the front of the truck and opens the hood to look at the damage. She props the hood on the hood strut, waiting for the smoke to clear so she can get a better look at the engine.

The girl has some knowledge of cars, only learning how to fix some problems because of her truck. The truck was older than her, meaning she got it from her parents before they moved halfway across the world, but not before mentioning all the problems the old vehicle has, just as they were walking to the plane, stunning the poor girl.

"Stupid piece of shit! Shoulda scraped you with the rest of dad's shit vehicles!" Y/N yelled at the truck, kicking the tire while she ranted. In turn, the truck let out a whine, almost as if it was replying to the flustered girl.

She went back to looking at the engine, sticking her hand down into the heart of the truck, but quickly pulled it back when the hot metal burned her hand, leaving a nasty red mark on the back of her hand. The girl kneeled down, her hand still sitting on the truck where the hood sits. Her left hand rested over her eyes as she took deep breaths, trying to figure out what to do.

Deep in thought, the girl didn't hear the sound of the hood strut snapping in two, causing the heavy metal hood to fall, landing on her burned hand. Y/N cried out as she shot up from her kneeling position, opening the hood as fast as she could to get it off her hand. Once it was finally off, she cradled her clearly broken hand to her chest, letting a single tear fall down her face.

Y/N slammed the hood closed, cussing under her breath as she got back into the cab of her truck, cranking the key with her left hand, seeing if by some miracle the vehicle would start, but to no avail. The truck sputtered slightly before going silent, refusing to turn on. Y/N sighed, looking at her surroundings, and seeing a gas station not very far up the road. She grabbed the keys out of the ignition, picked up her wallet, and exited the truck, slamming the door with force, making the metal groan when it hit the frame. Y/N didn't even care, she just started her walk to the gas station, cradling her hand to her chest.

When the angry young woman got to the station, she saw a pay phone, walking into the building to ask the clerk a question. "Welcome to John's quick stop gas station and cafe, how can I help you?" The older clerk asked from behind the counter when Y/N stepped up.

"Yeah hi. Do you have the number for a mechanic in town? My truck broke down, then decided it wanted to break my hand with the hood. Someone reliable would be preferred, please." She said, resting her hand on the counter. The sixty-something-year-old clerk gave her a worried smile, before she wrote something down on a sticky note, handing it across the counter.

"This is the best shop we have in Hawkins, but ask for Eddie Munson, he won't charge you an arm and a leg to fix your car. Payphone is right out there. Come back inside when you get off the phone and I'll get you something for your hand darlin'." The sweet clerk said to the younger woman, smiling sympathetically at her. Y/N smiled at her, walking out to the payphone to call the number on the paper.

Y/N dialed the number, putting the phone up to her ear, waiting for someone to answer.

"Greasy hands car mechanic, this is Eddie speaking." Y/N heard a deep voice say on the other end.

"Yeah, is this Eddie Munson?" She asked in her best phone voice.

"Sure is, sweetcheeks. What can I do for you today?" The guy said on the other end.

"Yeah, my truck broke down and I need a mechanic. I was told you're the best in town. Do you think you could come out and tow my truck for me?" She asked, hoping the clerk was right about him not charging tons for a fix.

"Sure can. I just need your location and name and I'll be out with a tow truck in no time." 'Eddie' said to Y/N, causing her to sigh out in relief. She proceeded to give him her location, thanking him before hanging the phone up. Y/N then walked back into the gas station, smiling at the clerk as she disappeared into the back, only to emerge a few seconds later with an ice pack for her hand.

"Go on and get yourself a drink and something to eat, it's covered darlin'." The clerk smiled at Y/N, shooing her to find something she liked in the store.

"Thank you so much. You're so sweet." Y/N said when she found what she wanted. As the older lady turned around, she fished some money out of her wallet, placed it on the counter for her, and walked out the door to sit and wait for this 'Eddie' guy to show up.

"Oh, you sneaky little thing!" The clerk said once she turned around and saw the money on the counter, but nonetheless put it in the cash register.

~*~

Y/N sat on the tailgate of her truck, eating the sandwich and drinking the soda she grabbed, watching the different cars drive by.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, but in reality was only half an hour, she saw the tow truck pull up, backing up to her truck to hook it up. The driver's side door opened, and out stepped a guy not much older than Y/N, walking over to her. He had long, curly hair that just hit his shoulders, framing his face perfectly. He wore a grey uniform, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing a bat tattoo on his left arm.

"You must be Y/N?" He asked, receiving a nod from said girl. "I'm Eddie. What seems to be going on with this thing?" He asked, walking to stand in front of Y/N to talk.

"I'm not sure. It just died on me. I just replaced the carburetor and fuel line less than a month ago, so it's not that. I'm not sure what it could be, to be honest." Y/N said, looking at Eddie as he nodded his head.

"Well, let's get it back to the shop and I'll have a peek at it for you." The long-haired man said, smiling lightly at Y/N. She nodded her head, letting him do his stuff.

Once the truck was hooked up and in position on the back of the tow truck, Eddie told Y/N to get into the passenger side. She did as told, closing the door and buckling her seatbelt. Eddie got into the driver's seat not long after, starting the vehicle up and putting it into gear.

Neither Eddie nor Y/N talked for a while on the way to the shop, sitting in silence, the only sound coming from the tape Eddie had put into the tapedeck on his drive over. Y/N sat, still cradling her injured hand to her chest, trying her best to stop the throbbing pain she felt in it. Eddie noticed this, and questioned her about it.

"What'd ya do to your hand?" He asked, taking a quick glance at the girl next to him.

"Oh, I'm pretty positive I broke it. I was looking in the engine earlier and stuck my hand down into it, but got burnt so I kneeled down with my hand still on the truck, and the stupid hood strut snapped in half, causing the hood to fall on my hand. I shoulda scrapped the piece of shit a long time ago." Y/N replied, snorting softly at the end.

"Well, are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital or something to get that looked at?" Eddie asked, concern lacing his deep voice.

"Nah, I'm fine. I can wait a while." Y/N simply countered, gently resting her hand down on her jean-covered thighs.

~*~

"Well, it looks like the alternator and a few spark plugs went out. I took a look at the rest of the engine and the oil filter and water pump are going out. The engine looks like it's about fifty years old, so everything is running on its last legs. I would suggest a whole new engine at this point." Eddie said to Y/N, gauging her reaction.

"What happens if I don't do the whole new engine?" She asks, standing at the counter, looking at Eddie, who stood on the other side, behind the counter. She was watching Eddie with interested eyes, her eyes scanning his face, down his neck then back up, looking at the bun he had thrown his hair into when he got back to the shop.

"Well, if you don't replace it, everything is just going to keep going out, giving you problems, making it harder for the truck to run until it just stops altogether like it did today." Eddie explained, waiting for the girl to reply.

"If I replace it, how much are we talking it'll cost?" She questioned, scared of his answer.

"We're lookin' at around three grand. But that's with new everything. The whole engine will be brand new, right from the factory." Y/N eyes widened, a heavy sigh falling from her lips. She rubbed her left hand on her forehead, thinking everything over. "But, I can make a couple calls, see where you can buy a new engine at the best price here in town. I know a few people that will give me a good price on one." Y/N nodded her head, Eddie pulling out some papers from a filing cabinet behind him, and starting to write on them

"Alright, I guess we'll have to do that, I don't have much of a choice here. When can you start on that?"

"I'll have to call a few people and as soon as I do that, and determine where the engine will come from, it will take about a week, two at the most to get it in, swap the engines out and tune the new one to your truck. I can work fairly quickly once the engine gets here. I can start today, pulling the engine out and seeing what I can save from it to maybe sell, get you a little bit of cash from what is salvageable, scrap the rest of the engine and get money off of that too. Let me finish this paperwork and I'll do that. Do you have someone that can pick you up, take you to get that hand looked at?" Eddie asked, pointing his pen at her bruising hand.

"Um, no I don't have anyone. I was just moving here when my truck broke down. I don't know anyone here. Do you have a phone book I could use to call a cab?" Y/N asked, rubbing the back of her neck.

"No, I'm not gonna make you call a cab. It's actually passed quitting time for me, this is all overtime. I can take you to the hospital and take you to your place after." Eddie explained, smiling up at Y/N, making butterflies erupt in her stomach. Said girl nodded her head, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks.

~*~

"Alright, what's your new address so I can drop you off?" Eddie asked once Y/N got back into his van from the hospital, a dark blue cast on her right hand.

"Um, you can just drop me off at a motel, I don't actually have a place to live yet." Y/N said, a blush once again creeping up her cheeks.

"What? I can't let a pretty girl like yourself stay in a random motel here! You can stay with me. My uncle works nights so he's not home at night and sleeps through the day when he gets home, so he won't mind."

"No, I can't let you do that. I'll be fine in a motel, you've already done so much for me." Y/N said, giving Eddie a very faint smile.

"Please, I insist. It would make me feel better knowing such a beautiful girl like yourself is safe at my place, not in some creepy ass motel in the middle of town. Just let me take care of you. I mean, after all, you're making my paycheck with your broken-down truck. It's the least I can do. Please?" Eddie begged, trying to convince the girl in front of him. If he was being totally honest with himself, he just didn't want to let Y/N go, he found her incredibly beautiful and sweet. He wanted to get to know her more, maybe take her on a date. But he wouldn't admit that out loud.

"Okay, I'll stay at your place. But you have to let me cook for you. It will be my way of saying thank you, even though it's not much. And I won't take no for an answer!" Y/N said, a smile pulling on her lips. Eddie nodded his head, agreeing to what she said, deciding it wouldn't be so bad to have a homecooked meal instead of the same microwave meals he has every night.

"Yeah alright. I can live with that. Now, if you're going to be living with me, I need to know a bit about you. Tell me about yourself, pretty lady." Eddie said, looking over at the girl next to him, a smile of his own on his lips. Y/N looked down, her smile widening as she shook her head, starting to tell Eddie about herself.

Baby blurb of reader and Eddie where reader sleeps with her teddy when she has anxiety and it’s all soft and fluffy lol. Yes I have just turned 20 and still sleep with my teddy and I am not ashamed 😤💖

i love him 😭 so much 😭

A hand on your forehead. 

You blink awake. It takes you a second to realise what you're seeing. Eddie, your boyfriend, handsome and frowning across from you.

"Are you okay?" you whisper, voice thick with sleep.

"Me?" he asks. He turns his hand. His knuckles skip over your cheek, down to under your chin where he rubs a small line, back and forth. "You're sleeping with Mr. Bear?" 

"Oh…" That's the soft weight on your chest. 

Eddie kneels beside your bed. Where his right hand is soothing at your chin, the left strokes over Mr. Bear's worn tummy. 

You feel instantly embarrassed, the kind of shame that makes your face white hot. 

"Are you doing okay, sweet thing?" he asks. The sweet thing isn't strictly sincere. He says it with a smile, like he's hoping you'll laugh. 

You try your best. "I'm okay." 

"Yeah?" 

His touch is so soft. Feather-light. The kiss of a butterfly's wing to your chin. His eyes are distracted by somewhere on your cheek and his mouth is still worried. Pulled down at the corners. 

"Move over?" he asks eventually. 

You nod obligingly and shuffle aside. Eddie shakes out of his jacket and climbs into bed next to you, your shoulders kissing, your eyes on the ceiling. 

"You can tell me anything," he says. His voice is gruff like he's a little abashed to say it, but sincere. 

You sigh. "I know." 

Eddie hums before taking Mr. Bear into careful hands, waving one of Mr. Bear's small arms at you. "Do you tell him what's wrong?" he asks, holding your bear in front of his mouth. 

"Sometimes." 

Eddie brings Mr. Bear's mouth to his ear. "Oh," he says thoughtfully. "Gotcha." 

You roll your eyes as Eddie sets the stuffie back over your chest, positioning him to be comfortable. 

"What did he tell you?" you ask, curious.

Eddie glares at you theatrically. "Is nothing sacred?" 

"He's my bear." 

"And you won't award him any privacy? You cruel woman." 

You huff, equally theatrical, and let your head loll back to the ceiling. Eddie cups your neck, his hand hot to your skin. He tilts your head towards him again very slowly. 

You break character when he presses his nose to yours, laughing under your breath as he says, "Let me be your confidante, babe. I'm as good a listener as that dude and twice as cuddly." 

"Twice," you laugh. 

"I have better hair." 

You reach out to stroke his dark curls. He really does.

Wayne thought perhaps Eddie had a cold after the third sniffle sounded from behind Eddie's closed bedroom door, and made a mental note to check the date on the back of the medicine bottle left over from the previous time sickness had struck the Munsons down.

But then he heard a muffled sob, followed by a whimper and a sniffle and then -

Wayne was up and out of his seat in seconds. Didn't hesitate as he rapped with a knuckle on the bedroom door. "Eddie?"

A rough sniffle, a quiet, "shit, shit" and then rustling before the door cracked open. Eddie looked rough; his eyes all red, his cheeks damp and sticky with tears, skin blotchy, some hair stuck to his face where he'd roughly smeared tears across his skin.

Wayne suppressed a sigh, motioned towards the bed as he let himself in, sat down with Eddie. He didn't say anything; Eddie would open up when he was ready to, and not before. If Wayne tried to pry, Eddie would put his walls back up so fast he'd never know that Eddie was ready and willing to let them down in the first place.

His blue eyes were soft as he looked at the boy he had raised so well - given the circumstances, Eddie had turned out beautifully - and Eddie cracked yet again, turning his head away so Wayne could only see the dark curtain of Eddie's hair. He pinched the bridge of his nose and Wayne let him hide in himself.

He'd come out of his shell when he was ready - clearly, he wanted to talk. If Eddie didn't want to, he would have left the room or otherwise made it known.

"Do you - " Eddie exhaled roughly, shook his head, his hair brushing the tops of his shoulders, "believe them?"

Wayne winced, immediately knowing what Eddie was referring to.

Freak. Cult leader. Dangerous. Devil worshipper. Drug dealer.

Only one of those things were true; Wayne didn't necessarily approve of it, but Eddie had his reasons and he trusted him. He defended Eddie against ignorant people every day and now he had to defend Eddie on his own behalf... it put a bitter taste in his mouth but he swallowed it down, focused on his Eddie. His kind, sweet, greatly misunderstood boy.

Wayne shook his head. "No, son. You know I don't."

Eddie choked and his head whipped around to look at his Uncle, eyes wide, glistening with tears.

Wayne continued. Had to hammer the moment home.

"You're innocent." At Eddie's incredulous look, Wayne smirked, "I've seen you cry at Bambi, my boy. It's just not in your nature to be what the town says." Wayne shrugged easily, raising his arm as he saw Eddie shuffling over. His boy folded himself into Wayne's side and Wayne rubbed his hand up and down Eddie's arm, squeezing him in a half hug.

Eddie sniffled and leaned his head on Wayne's shoulder, dark curls spilling over red and blue plaid. They stayed there together for long enough that Eddie stopped crying into Wayne's shoulder and slumped down until his head was on his lap. Wayne's hands found Eddie's hair and brushed his fringe away.

"More'n you know, Eddie." Wayne patted Eddie's shoulder, "You're more'n you know. S'bout time someone showed you."

Eddie wiped a hand over his face, sat up and gave Wayne a shaky smile. It was full of gratitude and affection, soaked his next words. "You do, dad. Every day."

Wayne's heart squeezed and now he was the one who wanted to cry.

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