#eddie munson x mom!reader

[luveline]

𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

part five | chapter list

summary you’re a single mom living three trailers down. eddie thinks you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. queue sleepy kisses, baby kisses, cheesecake and cherry ice pops, and dinner with uncle wayne. [8k]

warnings teen mom!reader, fem!reader, r is junie’s birth mother, fluff, hurt/comfort, eddie being a girl dad (<3), tw for mentions of not having much money, new established relationship! idiots in love!! and junie being the sweetest baby ever

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You don't think you've ever seen Eddie asleep before. You rack your brain for a memory, even the suggestion of one, and come up blank. Maybe I dreamt it, you think to yourself, hesitating with your hand held aloft above his peaceful face.

He looks like a dream. 

What he'd said last night — before the kiss, and after — echoes. You can feel his hands on your face if you close your eyes, the heat of each gentle palm, the scratch of a silver ring. He's missing his jewellery now, because he takes it off before bed. You can't believe you hadn't known that. All these details. His lashes kissing the delicate skin of his under eye, the way his lips thin in sleep from being pressed together. You reach toward him with a shy hand and brush a bundle of curls from his cheek, exposing the ridge of his cheekbone, begging to be kissed. 

You'd been tired, so tired, and then he'd come back, and he'd crashed hard. You understand it. It'd been the most exciting moment of your life, and on top of that, he'd taken care of Junie for most of the day beforehand. 

You've slept sparingly. The sun leeches in through the window one small ray at a time. Junie makes a small sound behind you, stirring in her toddler bed. You nibble your lip guiltily, wanting one more minute, just one, to look at Eddie uninterrupted. 

You turn around and your reluctance melts, Junie a picture of a good long sleep. Her hair is a mess, her lips still pouting, and her eyes are partly open. She sees you're awake too and smiles, and the guilt of wishing she'd sleep in intensifies. She climbs down from her bed and rushes up to yours.

"Hey, baby," you say softly, holding out your arm.

She grabs the sheets and you help her up, folding her into your chest with a contented sigh.

She's tired, and she lets you move her around with little protest. Which isn't to say she's despondent: her hands latch onto your t-shirt, and her tiny chin rises as she stares you straight in the eye. 

"How did you sleep, bubby?" you whisper-coo, hand spread over the breadth of her shoulders, the other crushed under your own weight. "My hand's going numb." 

You pull you arm out and hold her face. "That's better. Good sleep? Do you feel happy?"

"Good," she says. "Feel good?" 

You huff out a delighted sound and drop your nose to hers. "I feel super good, Junie baby. I'm so happy, because you're happy, and you're so smart." 

She smiles more. 

"Can you say that, baby? Say, 'I'm so smart."

Junie wiggles against your torso, hands at the neckline of your sleep shirt. "Smart," she says. 

"Yeah! Yes. 'I'm so smart.'" 

"I'm so 'mart." 

"Yay!" you cheer again, your inflection celebratory even though you're still speaking in hushed tones. You don't want to wake Eddie, but maybe you do — is this the kind of thing he's interested in being a part of? "You're so smart. So so smart, and pretty and kind and soft." 

You stroke her cheek with the back of your index finger, hoping to tickle her into giggles. "So soft," you murmur, "my lovely soft girl. You know why you're so soft? It's 'cause you're such a good girl, and you let me wipe your cheeks after dinner even though you hate it." You're speaking quietly enough that some of the words sound worn, syllables lost. 

Junie doesn't need to hear them to know they're dripping in love. She rests her cheek against your upper arm, chub against chub, and you sink down with her, closing her in for a cuddle.

Your fingertips brush over the nape of her neck. 

"Love you," you say, kissing her head absentmindedly. 

"Love you," she says back. 

She'd been a slow-learner, and she's still behind the majority of her age group, but none of it matters. Hearing her say anything at all is a gift. Hearing her says she loves you? 

You laugh. There's nowhere else for all the happy to go. 

Your hopes of sleeping again are dashed when she sits up and sees the lump of a body behind you. If she's confused she doesn't show it, hands pressed to your tender side as she climbs over you and onto Eddie's stomach. 

He doesn't rouse at first. He sighs, his arm lifting where it's trapped under the sheets, your faded cornflower blue quilt that he'd praised unnecessarily. It's pretty, he'd said, back flat to your mattress as you'd imagined him a hundred times before. 

You're pretty, you'd said. He'd opened his arms to draw you in for another hug. They'd felt endless all night.

Junie gets to his chest and her face fills with recognition. 

"Eddie," she says happily.

He hums but still doesn't wake. Junie pulls down the blankets, and he raises his arm. Eyes closed, he wraps it around her, pulling her to his chest with a contented sound. She giggles, tiny baby giggles, and starts to play with his hair. 

“June,” he mumbles. 

“Eddie,” you say, apprehensive, forcing a lightness, “we have company.”

“I can feel that,” he says. 

To your — your pleasure, your elation, he turns onto his back and his free hand finds you. His fingers curl around yours and he holds them, thumb pressed to the knuckle of your index finger. 

His eyes open slowly, his lashes parting, his face dipped down to take Junie in. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says. 

“Good morning.”

“Good morning,” he repeats with a laugh. “Aw, Junie, your hair! I’ve never seen you before mommy gets you dressed. Uncle Wayne would say you look like me when I wake up, when I was a kid he,” —Eddie talks through a yawn, smoothing the baby hairs out of Junie’s eyes— “used to say I looked like Linus from the Peanuts strip.”

“That’s so mean,” you say. You're relieved. You should've known Eddie wouldn't care. He loves her. 

"You know who you look like?" he asks her. 

She shakes her head. His face lights up. 

"Animal! Grown up Animal, not the baby." 

Your stomach rumbles. Eddie looks at you with concern, though that concern is a mild, soft thing. He sees you properly for the first time since he woke up, Junie held to his chest, hair as messy as hers, as yours probably is, his t-shirt neckline rolled from wear, and he visibly melts.

"D'you wanna go out for breakfast?" you ask. 

He shakes his head. "Come here." 

"What?" 

"Just come here. Lie down." 

You ease off of your elbow and slide toward him. You rest your head very carefully beside his, and are immediately delighted when he kisses your cheek. 

"How are you feeling?" he asks, pulling his arm out of hiding to steer the side of your face to his. Your noses smush together, eyes closing on instinct. "Hey, how are you?" 

"How are you?" you ask back. He sounds super tired. 

"Y'always do that. You can't just answer me? You're–" He kisses you, then, softly but with a sluggish imprecision. "Impossible." 

"I'm impossible?" 

"You're impossible," he promises. 

You try not to squish Junie as you wrap your arm around her and bring a hand to his cheek. The tiniest rebirth of stubble scratches your fingertips as they rove up his cheek to the smoothest plane under his eye. You turn your finger until the nail is flat to his skin, stroking a fascinated back and forth. 

"I can't believe you're real." 

Can't believe you're real, and you chose me, and you're here now letting my baby pull at the sweat curls tight at your neck. 

"Do I look bad?" he asks. 

You roll your head back enough to see his smile. It makes your heart skip in the best way, how handsome he is, and you have to dive in again to kiss the line between his lips and his cheek. He's really warm. Before him, you'd forgotten how this could feel, the heat that another person can give you and how protected it leaves you. 

"You look really nice," you say, your finger rubbing up and down his cheek. A teardrop to his chin that falls and climb over and over. 

"Eddie," Junie says, weaselling under your arm.

"What, baby?" he asks. 

She tucks herself up under his chin and lifts her head. It's awkward, but babies are like that. Always wanting to be where they aren't. 

"Junie?" he asks. 

She looks up, dishevelled hair especially fierce. 

"You said my name, remember? Did you have something to ask me?" 

She giggles at his tone but doesn't answer. Your stomach makes some more aggressive sounds and Eddie shoots up like bamboo, baby held to his chest and hand behind your head. 

"Mom's dying." 

"Eddie." 

"Mom's super duper hungry," he says, stroking your forehead apologetically. "Now move, mom, so we may enter your kitchen and make super duper breakfast." 

"Oh, no, let me change her first," you say. "Poor girl, I slept through the entire night." 

He passes her over to you and you stand so he can slide out of bed. His smile grows. "Hair fairy got you both," he says. 

You glare. "You are not exempt." 

"Can I use the bathroom?" 

"Don't ask! Since when do you ask?"

"Do you want to go first?" 

His caring is sweet but unnecessary. "No. Please go, and spend like ten minutes in there? I promise we'll be much prettier when you get back." 

"You're beautiful now," he says, though he obeys your ask and treks out of the bedroom with a wanton groan and a stretch that shows a lot of back. It's more than likely on purpose. 

"I'm with my baby!" you yell, laughing. 

"Don't know what you mean."  

You strip Junie down to her smalls, change her diaper, and rub a nice lotion all over. She loves the skin to skin and stays still until you offer her today's options, two dresses, one blue and one a lighter green. She chooses the green, so you put green butterfly clips in her hair to match, and white socks with lace in black shoes. She looks awesome. 

"Girls?" Eddie shouts. "Can I come out now?" 

"I was kidding," you murmur to yourself, laughing.

You comb your fingers through your hair and meet him in the bathroom doorway with Junie's hand held in your own, glancing at each other through the gap. 

"I wasn't serious." 

"Sweetheart," he says, bending at the waist like he's been punched, "look at you. Juniper the Beautiful, holy sugar."  

She only smiles. 

"I can take her, yeah? I'll make breakfast. Do you want to get dressed?" he asks you, concern again softening the lines of his face. 

"Sorry," you say. 

"For what?" 

He takes your face into his hand, cupping your cheek. You meld into it like you're one and the same, two pieces of the same puzzle clicked back into place. Junie’s hand in yours makes three. 

"Alright, Junie, breakfast," he says, pulling apart and away with a humorous brevity, stealing her little hand from yours. 

They walk together down the hallway, hands swinging. 

"We'll go get breakfast!" you call. That's why you'd put her shoes on.

"I can make it," Eddie says, voice carrying in the quiet. He shoots a smug look over his shoulder. "I can make it, seriously. Just have a minute for yourself, why don't you?" 

You wonder if that's code words for you look like shit right now, but you firmly believe Eddie wouldn't tell you that even if you did. You wash up in the bathroom and then get changed into a new-old skirt that you sometimes wear to work though you're not supposed to and a nice shirt that doesn't go. You take it all off and try again. And again. 

You pull on a pair of tight sweatpants and the band t-shirt he'd bought you all those weeks ago. For a moment you stand there, face in your hands, and then a big hand presses to your shoulder blade and scares you into flinching. 

"Oh, shit," you say. 

Eddie laughs a storm and gets his hand under your armpit. That's worse, and you squirm, but he doesn't budge, pulling you toward him for a tight-boned hug. 

"You're taking for ages," he says, parroting one of Junie’s newer phrases. 

"Well." You shove your face into the top of his shoulder. "I think I'm nervous. Do I look stupid? Nothing fits me." 

He hears your embarrassment and your panic and hoists you backward, hands curled around the tops of your arms as he gets a good look. 

"You look pretty, and like you need something to eat." He presses his lips together, a funny picture of nervousness to mirror your own. "I know we should probably talk about it, but I don't really know how to do that. Just. Are you still– You don't regret it?" 

It sounds clunky in his mouth. 

"I don't regret any of it," you say sincerely. 

"Good," he says, recovering quickly from this show of vulnerability with a good heaping of bravado, "'cause I was really hoping to get to do this again." 

His hands climb your shoulders, settle neatly in the curves of your neck. He holds your face. You wait for him to kiss you. 

"What? I brushed my teeth." 

He presses his lips to yours all wonky with laughter. It's fleeting, not nearly as long as you want it to be, but Junie shouts something from the kitchen and draws both of your attention. 

"It wasn't about you brushing your teeth," he says, back of his hand rubbing yours as he overtakes. 

Junie stands in the kitchen with a spatula, a whisk, and the rolling pin, an array of items from the bottom drawer she's in the middle of relocating. 

"Sorry I left her, I just wanted to make sure you weren't, like, trying to think of ways to let me down easy. I put the TV on. Not that you can't let me down easy," he says, bending to face Junie.

You shake your head as he starts to help her take things out of the drawer. You don't keep anything sharp in it for this exact reason, Junie's enthusiastic upheaval. 

He catches your look. "I'll put them back! Promise." 

"It's fine, you know she does it all day anyways." 

And really, he should know you won't mind because whenever he's here he helps. Cleans, cooks, soothes her small tantrums and her bigger distresses, like when you won't let her eat laundry powder with the tiny shovel that comes in the box. 

He's even started playing the bad guy sometimes. It sounds crazy, but having someone who's willing to say no for you is a sharp relief. To get to be the comforter rather than the nag, and to share a smile over Junie’s distraught head. 

"This is positive reinforcement." 

"I know both of those words, and yet," Eddie says, closing the now emptied drawer with his foot. 

"You helping her take stuff out teaches her that those things should be taken out." You pull open the fridge. "But it doesn't really matter, I'm just saying. Do you want orange or apple juice? June?" 

You hold out the carton of apple juice and the gallon of orange. The orange juice is awful, a concentrate with too much sugar, and it's delicious, so Junie picks that one without hesitating. You give her half juice half water in a sippy cup. 

"Is mine watered down too?" Eddie asks, accepting the glass you press into his hand. 

"I even mixed in some pedialyte. You're welcome." 

He nods with more genuineness. "Thank you. Now sit down! I'm making breakfast. I'm gonna make it. What do you want?" 

You look at him, fresh but still sleep rumpled, and you think about how hungry you are, and you really like him so much and you get why he wants to do this, but. 

"Listen, let's go out. Let's get waffles and syrup and strawberries and nobody will have to do the dishes." 

He buckles way too fast. It feels like a big compliment, how quickly you can erode his resistance. 

"Alright. Fine, but not because I couldn't have made all of those things." 

"Of course not." 

"You look crazy pretty when you ask for things, you know? All this time I've been begging you to ask for things and now I'm a little worried. D'you always smile like that? I could be in trouble." 

You boo at him and he smiles all the way to the car. He's still smiling as he drops his hand onto your thigh, pulls out of the driveway, and starts down the street leading out of the trailer park. It takes you a minute, but eventually you realise you can touch him back, laying your hand on top of his experimentally. 

"Do I look stupid?" he asks. 

He's stolen one of your hoodies to hide his slept on shirt. His jeans look messed up from sleeping in, but they're baggy. 

"You don't… You could start leaving clothes at my house, you know? If you wanted to– stay again." You swallow a nervous giggle. "I mean." 

"Of course I want to stay again. I'd love to. I love being with you." 

He squeezes your thigh. If it weren't for his pinking ears, you'd assume him unaffected. 

"Okay. Good. You can stay the night whenever you like, handsome, 'cause I love being with you too." 

You wonder and worry if your declaration is too close to an I love you he doesn't want. You do love him, have loved him for a while, but you have no clue what you even are. Last night, you'd said best friend. He's more than that, he has to be. 

You're in sync, or he can read your mind. He says, "We'll talk about it. After you get some breakfast in you. Your stomach's so loud they just put a weather warning on the radio." 

"They did not." 

—

Wayne puts a beer down in front of his nephew and doesn't pull any punches. 

"If you get that poor girl pregnant, I will disown you. Not her, mind you. Just you." 

Eddie thinks this is a very weird thing to say, but he also knows that Wayne is mostly kidding. 

"I'm not going to get her pregnant." 

Satisfied, Wayne sits down next to Eddie on the couch, the two of them tired from a long day at work, the TV on quietly in the background. It's the same thing they do everyday, or everyday before Eddie met you and your baby. 

"I get to meet her, or we just gonna meet at the wedding?" 

"Funny," Eddie says. "You can meet her whenever you want to. I kind of didn't think you'd be interested." 

Wayne sighs, scrubs his jaw. 

"Son, I want to meet her. Her and the baby. I didn't know if it was gonna work, but…" He smiles at Eddie. Eddie thinks that it's a mix of pride and love, and it has a lump forming in his throat near instantly. "I should've known, huh?" 

Eddie makes himself scoff. 

"Yeah, you should've." 

"Only thing you ever half-assed was high school." 

"You had to get that one in there." 

Quick wit and nipping comments aside, Eddie knows Wayne truly does want to meet you and Junie, and that he should've a long time ago. It had been a cop out to say he didn't think Wayne wanted to meet you, because he knew his uncle had been curious and — he's family. Wayne is Eddie's family, and you and June have become the same. 

When he brings it up to you, he does it carefully. With flowers. 

You open the door and throw your arms around him, smashing the flowers unapologetically. He chuckles into your neck, pulls you tight to his chest. You smell like the diner.

"How come you never used to do this before?" he asks. 

"You never did either." 

You take his face into your hands and kiss him, before your usual shyness takes over and you pull away. He's having none of it, grabbing your wrist before you can escape to offer your flowers. 

"Here. You'll have to give me one back for Junie, though." 

You give him the biggest flower of the bunch, a huge pink carnation with perfect petals and a thick stalk. Your fingertips brush his as you do, and his eyes are drawn to them, your hands, the bump and bone of your knuckles. You still have a scratch from work down the length of your pinky, and they're scrubbed raw as usual from cleaning. He worries you're a little compulsive about cleaning, but he supposes you'd had to have been, all by yourself. He resolves to treat them kindly at the next possible opening. 

"Thank you." 

You don't blink at his bag from Bradley's. You try not to look at it; Eddie won't accept a thank you and you're trying to let him give you things, as per the arrangement. 

As in, you, with Junie in your lap and fresh cream on your cheek, had agreed to be his girlfriend three days ago in the booth of a diner that wasn't Benny's. He hadn't been as brave as he could've been. It felt unreal to him to be with you, to have kissed you more times than he could remember, and to have you smiling back. 

"Listen, I know you said we're best friends, and we are, you're my best friend, but I– we're more. I want to be your boyfriend." He rolled the word around so you'd know how strange he though it was. "But if you've… changed your mind–" 

You'd reached across the table, pads of your fingers stroking the back of his wrist. "Why would I change my mind?"

"You realise, if we're together, you have to let me take care of you all the time?" he'd asked, full of nervous energy and really, really pleased. Proud to have you. 

"I think I can deal with it." 

He'd rubbed the toe of his shoe against your ankle and finally told you about the cream on your face. 

"Junie?" he says now, eyes searching for your lovely daughter. 

"She's in the bedroom." 

"What for?" 

You squeeze your hand through the crook of his arm, press your cheek to the top of his shoulder, and laugh. "She's making Eddie's bed, apparently. I tried to explain that you won't be sleeping here all the time but I might have made it worse." 

Did you make it worse, or had your toddler misunderstood? He hates how even in the small things you'll blame yourself. This feels like a completely blameless situation, and, if anything, it's his fault, he's the one who stayed the night, and then another night, and another. He'd gone home between those days, had even gone to work, and really didn't mean to spend the night each time. It's addictive to get to sleep with you so close by. Getting to kiss you with your arm slung over his chest, your tired eyes staring up at him lovingly — he's a good person but he's weak, too. 

He knows it's a little improper to stay this close so soon. If he thought for a second you weren't okay with it he'd be out the door. 

"Eddie?" you ask. 

"What?" 

"You're staring straight through me," you say, sounding both amused and concerned. "What are you thinking about?" 

"You, mostly. You and June. You know, Wayne wants to meet you." 

You shake the bouquet at him, brows furrowed accusingly. "Is this a bribe?" 

"'Course not… Are they working?" 

"I don't need flowers. I want to meet him too. It's weird we haven't met before. You keeping us apart?" 

"I absolutely am. I was a gross kid, I don't need him to tell you all of that now I actually got you." 

Eddie draws away from you reluctantly to put his bag on the table, as well as June's flower. He pulls out the dinner he's brought for tonight and his most important purchase, a vase big enough for your flowers. It's simple clear glass with dainty enamel flowers around the circumference. 

"For you, my sweetheart, a vase for the flowers. You want me to cut the stems?" 

You beam at him, a shining smile that makes his chest feel fizzy, a can of soda on a rollercoaster as the sound of thumping comes from the bedroom, small footsteps racing to the door. 

"Think she heard you," you say. You smile, take the vase, and kiss his cheek in a silent thank you. 

Sure enough, Junie appears down the hall and Eddie's barely taken three steps when she's laughing and pawing at his legs, having raced all the way.

"Eddie," she cheers, arms up in the universal sign for 'grab me before I start screaming'.

He's more than happy to get his hands under her arms and pull her to his chest, your mini me breathing hard as she settles. Her hand presses into his collarbone, her lips puckered up for a kiss. He doesn't usually kiss her, doesn't really know where the line is, but denying her feels cruel. He kisses her cheek and feels her lips press to his cheek at the same time. 

"Thank you," he coos, "thank you for the kiss, baby, I'm happy to see you too." 

"See you," she says, patting his neck. 

"How do I look? Handsome?" 

She tangles her fingers in his hair. 

"So, Uncle Wayne, does he like me?" 

Eddie leans against the countertop you're facing so he can see your face. "He's never met you." 

"Duh, but does he like me?" 

"Probably. He has a bunch of reasons to like you and none not to like you." 

"Doesn't hate me for stealing his baby boy?" 

Eddie wonders if he's going red. "No, god, he'd thank you for it. Man hasn't had a quiet night in a decade and a half." You laugh softly, fingers weaving through flowers to arrange their leaves and stalks, and he catches a flash of uncertainty as it twists your mouth. "Seriously, he'll like you. I know everybody says it 'bout everyone, but Wayne's a good man." 

"I know he's a good man, just…" You frame the flowers with your hands and step back. You smile at him to unsuccessfully hide an insecurity he can spot a mile away. "I'm not the girl people would pick for their son, you know?" 

He raises his eyebrows, feels bad and drops them. Eddie lives in a trailer park, and has done for most of his life, it's not like the people around here are prudent about love and partners: Eddie's obviously not the first guy to ever date somebody who already has a kid. He doesn't wanna brush it under the rug, though. Your worrying worries him. 

"I think you're exactly who he'd pick." He smiles at you in warning. You asked for this, sweetheart, buckle in. "Gorgeous girl with a perfect body," —you snort— "'n' a heart of gold." He pats between Junie's shoulders where she's oh so quiet in his arms, an affectionate slump over his heart. "And her pretty baby, too. I'd choose you for my kid. You know, if I was old. And I had one."

You wrap Junie up with one hand, the other placed sweetly over his shoulder. Your thumb strokes into his skin. "Thanks, Shakespeare," you say, letting your head dip down until your lips are flat to his shirt. 

He drops his head into yours. 

"Do you think he should come over for dinner?" you ask quietly. 

"What, today?" 

"It's gonna make me nervous thinking about it otherwise. What did you bring? Or maybe I can get pizza?" 

He encourages your head back, palm to the side of your head. He strokes down until his hand covers your ear and curls around the curve of your neck. Insanely, he thinks it is a privilege to get to see you upset and to get to try and fix it. 

"I can ask him, and he's not fussy. You're sure you want to do this today? I could host, you know, or we could go out." 

You shake your head, looking grim. Dread clear in your eyes, you say, "I'll obsess over it. Can you call him before I lose my nerve, please? Do you think that would be alright?" 

You ask like he genuinely might say no. He hasn't had the power to say no to you for months. 

"Yeah, sweetheart, I can call 'im." 

You offer to take Junie and it's funny because she doesn't need to be held right now and yet neither of you want to put her down. She's relaxed and Eddie doesn't see why she should have to be anywhere else but in his arms, hiking her up his chest in one arm to use the phone. He slots the receiver between his shoulder and his head and types in Wayne's number without having to look. He's typed it hundreds of times, at friend's houses, at the school nurse when his Mom's didn't work anymore, at the Hideout. Just to say, I'll be home late, but don't worry. 

He extends the invitation with a teasing tone. "You wanna come around for dinner? Old lady's asking." 

"You can't call her your old lady, son, not yet. That's a privilege you gotta earn." 

Eddie laughs down the line. "What's wrong with old lady? I'm keeping it respectful, classy, aren't I? She's making burgers." 

"You better be helping her." 

"How can I help her? I'm on the phone to you." 

"What time am I expected?" 

"Let me ask." He pulls June back up where she's slipping, mouth lifted from the phone to grab your attention. "What time are you thinking, sweetheart?" 

"It can be done whenever he wants it," you say, elbow deep in ground beef. 

"Give us an hour, okay? Don't fill up on shit." 

"Yeah, boy, I won't. Better leave me alone to wash up, or I can come in my overalls–" 

"Alright, Wayne." He hopes it sounds like 'love you'. "See you in an hour. Don't forget." 

"Yeah, 'cause I'm that old," Wayne says, followed by the sound of the phone on the hook. 

Eddie passes it to Junie where she'd been dying to have a turn. He can't let her play too long, guilty already watching you chopping and dicing and washing. He sets her up on your couch with her army of teddies and a peach juice box from Bradley's. He'd picked them up thinking they were weird, and that he'd wanted Junie to try them if she hadn't before. She seems pleased with it, back and legs straight across the pillow, head bent in a way that would give a grown up a sore neck for the foreseeable future, socked feet wiggling along to the music playing on her show. 

He returns to find you washing your hands. Eddie wants to kiss your neck but doesn't have a clue in the world if he's allowed to do that now or ever, so he folds his arms over yours like a hug. 

"Can I get some of that?" 

You squirt dish soap into his palm. He's expecting grumbling and complaining at his weird position, but you say nothing, only laugh. You wash his hands for him, thumb rubbing down the small hills of his fingers until he has to wash off the suds, squishing you to the countertop edge with a feigned apology. 

You squeal with laughter. "Get off," you plead. 

"I'm so tired, suddenly, I don't know what it is." 

"Eddie," you moan, well and truly sandwiched under his weight. 

He pecks your neck and stands properly in search of a hand towel to dry off your dripping hands. He towels his, passes it to you, and uses his dry hands to cradle your face. He thinks you look beautiful but admittedly very tired, and lowers his voice to an adoring murmur.

"You can go sit down, if you want to." 

"Oh, no, there's too much to do," you say, and though you're denying him, your face lists heavily into one of his hands. You close your eyes for a moment before looking up at him through your lashes. "I can do it." 

"I know you can do it, I just don't want you to have to." 

He pulls you closer, his elbows pushed into your shoulders. 

"I'm really good at making burgers. S'like, my signature dish. That's why I got stuff for burgers, 'cause I wanted to cook tonight." 

You still don't budge. 

"Go on," he murmurs, "go get your cuddles." 

Junie, upon realising Eddie would be sleeping in your bed, has taken to climbing on top of him and insisting she get to stay in the big bed. She's hogging him, and it's clear you're not unaffected. Not jealous, not bitter, but missing your baby. 

You're in mild withdrawals, and it makes sense. After all, she gets her extreme need for affection from you. 

"You're sure?" you ask, frowning softly. 

"Yes," he says, laughing and pushing you away gently, "trust me, sweetheart, I can make dinner. You gotta take my flower for June, though." He picks it up off of the counter and twirls it under your chin. "I forgot all about it, you distracted me." 

You take the flower but hesitate in front of him. 

"Kiss?" you ask, eyebrows popped up. 

He bends backward, hand coming up to cover his mouth. "You have it bad, huh?"  

"Forget I asked," you faux-threaten, spinning on your heel to leave. 

Eddie follows, spins you right back around with a hushed, "Where do you think you're going?" and kisses you, hand sliding up your cheek. 

One kiss turns to two, your lips parting slightly under the pressure. He grins and goes in for a third. 

—

You don't sit down for long. You steal a Junebug cuddle, in which she insists on sharing her juice box with you and kisses you upwards of twenty times. You giggle giddily, the petals of the flower you've tucked behind her ear almost blinding you with each one. They're drooly and gross and lovely to begin with, less wet when you leave to find something for her to wear. 

The dress she wears now is dirty from daycare, and the applesauce, crackers, and peanut butter you'd given her earlier stain the neck. You pick out a simple matching set of not-quite pyjamas. You want Wayne to know you dress her well, but you'd feel bad if she had to suffer any longer in clothes with buttons and zips.

Once she's changed, she's somehow even happier than she was. Now she's settled into daycare and your routine, she's over the moon all the time. She's finally settled in, and you have Eddie to thank for a good chunk of it. He's a great part of her routine, another person who wants to love and dote on her. While you know you'd been doing a great job by yourself, any extra love at all is welcome. You could love him for how he loves her and nothing else, only there's a thousand other things about him to love. 

Like his singing. You can hear him humming, then riffing, spatula scratching the frying pan as he rocks out to a song you can't hear. You're playing with Junie's toes, as strange as it sounds, wiggling and tickling the sole of her feet. 

"Mommy?" she says breezily.

"What?" you ask, leaning to her eye level, fluffy bed socks in hand. 

"Special treats for dinner?"

You can't believe the improvements in her speech, though it's natural, and it would've happened eventually. And it blows your mind because you'd known she was in there, she's a great listener and she's so patient for a toddler, but knowing she's having these thoughts and then having her voicing them now is something else completely. It's amazing. 

You tuck the sock under her pant leg and beam at her. "Yeah, baby, we're having special treats after dinner. Eddie's making burgers with the cheese," you hum, offering your open hand for her to hold.  "And… his Uncle Wayne is coming by for dinner. So we're gonna meet him and say hi to him and be super nice, okay?" 

"Okay. What's for treats?" 

"I don't know, you'll have to ask Eddie. Should we go ask him?" 

She nods enthusiastically and slides off of the sofa, gand in yours. She walks with a wobbly confidence into the kitchen, where the smell of searing hamburgers and black pepper is cloying. 

Eddie turns with the spatula, slouched with one elbow on the counter. He perks up when he sees Junie in her fresh clothes. 

"Hey, bub, look at you!" 

"She has something to ask you." 

Eddie crouches down. "Anything. What do you want to ask me, Junie?" 

"What's for," —her voice is small, high-pitched and clumsy but sweet— "... have for…" 

"Dessert," you whisper. "For treats." 

"What's for treats?" she asks, smiling. 

You sigh with pride and Eddie mirrors your expression. "Well," he says, reaching out to readjust the flower peaking in front of her hair, "I brought two things, cherry ice pops and cheesecake." 

"Oh," Junie says, "my gosh." 

You leave them in their love bubble and change into your nice (bleach stained, agonisingly bleach stained) jeans, rather than meet Wayne in your waitressing skirt and blouse. Eddie wolf whistles as soon as you emerge, Junie now happily perched on his hip as he moves the burgers onto a plate to wait in the oven. Junie turns and drops the slice of cheese she was holding, startled at the noise. 

"Is this awful?" you ask, pointing to the thin line of bleach across your thigh. 

"'This' is killer," Eddie says. 

"No, but can you see the bleach?" 

"Not really. If you need new jeans, we can go get some."  

The I can't afford it begs to be said, though you know exactly what he'll say in response. 

"Not right now," he amends. "They look fine, okay? He won't notice. I had my first tattoo for three weeks before he saw it." 

You lean over the sink to open the window and let some clean air in. Eddie goes back to the plate, and Junie drops another slice of cheese. 

The knock at the door startles you. You're unprepared, terrified, and you haven't wiped down the dinner table yet. Eddie sees your panic and shakes his head at you. 

"It's fine. You want me to answer?" 

"We should both answer," you say, with a confidence you are not feeling. 

You hold your hands out for Junie. She's a safety blanket. 

Please like me, you think, letting Eddie pull you to the door. 

—

You have nice shoulders. Eddie feels like he's had this thought before. Often, he looks at you, and he finds something new to catch onto and to obsess about. This hasn't changed in the few days you've been together. It's gotten worse. 

He can see the top of Junie's head against your shoulder but not her sleeping face. You sway her from side to side and he can see you arms shaking with the effort it takes to have been holding her for this long, your quiet humming now a whisper of sounds. The gentle thudding of your hand against the bottom of her spine stops, and you turn to look at him, a question in your eyes. 

He nods. Looking good. 

You ease her down into her toddler bed and spend some time pulling the blankets over her legs, tucking her small army of teddies in beside her. 

Finger to your lips, you and Eddie creep out of the bedroom and back into the kitchen. There's nothing to clean. His Uncle Wayne is a stickler who couldn't not help clean up. 

Wayne had definitely liked you. You're still glowing with it. It had been a great time, not nearly as awkward as you'd feared, and Eddie's feeling pretty content right now. You waste no time collapsing on the couch. A sippy cup under your hip, cushions in disarray at your head. Eddie grabs the half of the cheesecake that's left and two spoons and sits right next to you, thigh to thigh, no need for friendly space anymore. He forces the spoon into your hand, slides the cheesecake onto your thigh, and moves the sippy cup out of the way. 

"My arms are too tired," you mumble, dropping back into the cushions. Junie had piled them all up behind Wayne's head. She was extra, extra nice. 

"Want me to feed you? I can baby bird you." 

"Ew. That image never gets any less disgusting, Eddie." 

It's been Eddie all day. What's a guy gotta do to get a 'handsome'? A 'baby'? 

He laughs around a spoonful of cheesecake and twists his foot behind your calf, linking your legs. You've managed to finally get cable, and an episode of Jeopardy plays on mute across the room. There are toys everywhere, the kind of mess that you'll spend three hours putting right, sorting and spritzing and wiping with Junie behind you pulling things back out. 

Eddie's already got the clothes here to stay, and Wayne had said, "See you tomorrow," when he left, but Eddie asks anyway. 

"Can I stay over?" 

You sit up to drop your face heavily into his shoulder.

"Please, handsome. Don't want you to go home." 

There's the pet name he'd been searching for. A warmth climbs all over, a twinge in his stomach. He heaps cheesecake onto your spoon and presses the handle into your fingers. You eat it slowly, tip of your tongue making an unexpected appearance when a crumb sticks to your lip. 

You make a sound that should probably be illegal and drop the spoon into the cheesecake casing, freeing your arm to wrap it around his chest. You nuzzle your nose into his skin, sniffing. 

He laughs from happiness and nothing else, making good work of the cheesecake while you doze. He's not an animal, leaving some for you and June if you want more tomorrow, but he isn't temperate, either. He's thinking this might be the perfect life, you and your baby, Uncle Wayne laughing at your kitchen table, Junie in the high chair beside him trying to make a babbling conversation. She'd managed a couple of proper words and an impressive sentence, much better at answering than asking but trying either way. 

"You're a ringer for your mom, kid, you look like twins," he'd said softly. 

"Ring-ring," she'd said happily, excited to have understood. She'd offered her hand to him, pinky and thumb stuck out. 

Wayne, grinning, had answered the phone. 

"June loved Wayne," Eddie says conversationally.

"Junie loves everybody," you say through a yawn, hand soothing up and down his side greedily. "Not like she loves me and you, but she does. She keeps hugging all the other babies at daycare and they don't know how to stop her." 

"What? You've never told me that." 

"I didn't know 'till this morning." Your fingers find and breach the hem of his shirt, pads tracing to the small of his back. 

"God, you're cuddly tonight. Here, let me–" He moves the cheesecake. "Come here." 

You groan, "No, this is fine." 

"Sit on my lap, loser." 

"I'm heavy." 

True or not, Eddie wants you in his lap, and he's selfish, pulling at you like a kid not getting his way. You end up flopping over his lap to stop him, curled into an uncomfortable but darling position. He gets his hand behind your ear and turns your face, wanting to see your eyes and your nose and your lips. 

Your eyes are bright in the lighting. 

"Wayne liked you," he says, stroking down the shell of your ear with his thumb. 

"I can see why you're so kind," you say. 

You smile at each other. 

"I don't know what I did." 

Eddie leans down, tilts his head to line up with yours, his eyes flicking between the lightness softening your gaze or the curve of your top lip, calling him in like a siren. "What did you do?" he murmurs. 

"To get so lucky," you say. "I don't know. I must have been a saint, in a past life." 

"A past life," he repeats. 

Your eyes find his and narrow. He knows where you're looking, that little dot of dark hiding beneath his eyelashes. You move over his lap carefully, hands behind his neck to anchor yourself. Your thighs against his thighs, ankles locking him in, your hands always so gentle where they play in his hair. 

He thinks there's a kind of melancholy to moments like this. He panics, in his way, in his head, because there are no guarantees. This perfect night with a perfect girl could be it. There are many bad things that could happen, unspeakable, and he gets this trip in his chest like a fuse shorting out. 

He should slow down and tell you what he feels. How you're his and he's the lucky one, goddamn, he's never had luck like this in his life. 

He smooths his thumb across your lips and stops at the corner, momentarily ashamed of his big, clumsy hand, and permanently in awe of your softness, your goodness, how it lines every feature on your brilliant face. 

You lean in for a kiss. 

Your lips are parted, and he thinks you might've read his mind, the hunger and the fear he'd felt, the heart-pounding reverence, that split second of wanting to say something he shouldn't yet. It feels like you read his mind; your lips kiss and kiss and your hands tremble minutely behind his head. The heat of your tongue shocks him like the first drag, has his hand bawling in the fabric of your shirt, a low sigh smothered by your attention. 

Your nose touches his. In the days since his confession you've endured a frankly overzealous amount of his kissing. He's had you in bed, in the kitchen, just outside the front door. Some heavy handed, some sweeter than sugar, none ever for anything but kisses. Your ardency surprises and excites him — his pulse is a freight train, pounding in his veins as you yield. Your head tips back slow, your gasping breaths a golden sound he endeavours to keep forever. 

When you lay back, it's quietly, hand at his front and encouraging you to lay with him. He props himself up on his side, one hand feeling for your upper arm, wishing you'd worn something with shorter sleeves so he could feel your skin. The other covers the column of your throat. He can feel your too-fast breathing in his palm, your shallow gasps. 

Your eyes close again as he ducks in. He rubs a line with the tip of his nose next to yours, the heat emanating off of your skin thickening the air. Or, that's what it feels like. 

"Kiss me," you say under your breath. This close, you might as well have shouted it. 

He kisses you until not one of you can breathe properly, and a little after that, too. His thumb ghosts under the curve of your breast and he can feel the tightness of the question between you, a string pulled taut by your hand and his. 

"Sweetheart," he says, trying to pour all of his affection and something deeper into the word, "do you want to…" 

"What?" you ask. 

He lifts his head off of yours and waits. You open your eyes in confusion, though that confusion quickly turns when you hear what he's hearing. 

Movement. Little feet. 

He pulls his weight off of you and helps you up, brushing down your hair, your hot cheeks. You move away from his hand without malice, and when he turns he's not at all surprised to see baby Junie in her pyjamas, the ear of a teddy clasped in a small fist. 

You press your arm to his. 

"Sorry," you whisper. 

He turns to you, blinks three times quick. "Baby, it doesn't matter." It's unfortunate, but not as unfortunate as your mortified expression. He holds his hand out to Junie where she's meandering toward you, exhausted steps unsafe but determined.

She reaches his knees, and Eddie helps her up to sit between you both, his arm behind her head. 

You stroke her hair. The look you give him is pensive and loving at once. You lift your chin, and he presses a saccharine, chaste kiss against your kiss bitten lips. 

Junie falls asleep again near immediately. Eddie finds your hand in the mess of limbs and gives it a good squeeze. 

"Bed?" he asks. 

You slouch down. "In a minute?" 

He slouches down with you, letting his temple drop against yours over Junie's sleeping figure. 

"Whatever you want." 

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[ashwhowrites]

The mother of it all

Plot- Eddie finds himself crushing on his girlfriend's mom

⚠️Eddie is a perv! Fair warning. Eddie is legal (18) but the reader is 35, age gap relationship/sex

Extremely long....but I hope you guys enjoy it🫶🏻 I really loved writing this and I hope you guys love it 🤞🏻 I also gave up proofreading half way through so lets ignore mistakes

Y/N went through a messy divorce, a husband who never loved her the way she needed. She felt alone in her marriage and craved to mean something to someone. Her daughter, Brittany was a daddy's girl. Brittany saw her dad with this sense of pride that Y/N never received. When Y/N asked for the divorce, Brittany turned on her. She couldn't see that her dad was the bad guy in it all, she tore Y/N apart and would never forgive her for being the reason their family broke apart.

Now Y/N was in her 30s, starting over in a world of dating. She met losers, creeps, cheaters, and everything under the moon. Except for a handsome man who has potential. She quit looking, she gave up on the idea that she'd fall in love again and that someone would fall for her.

That was until Brittany met a boy named Eddie Munson.

~~~

Eddie Munson was Brittany's boyfriend, their relationship was rocky. They fought constantly, then made up with sex. That was all the relationship was. Y/N could see there were no feelings on either side, it was just sexual tension. But Y/N would never say a word of that to her daughter. Brittany already hated her, giving relationship advice would cause a war. So Y/N let Brittany do what she wanted, but she felt bad for the poor boy. She wasn't sure why he still bothered to come around.

He came around for Y/N. The first time Eddie ever met Brittany's mom, he couldn't get her out of his head. Her sexy curves, her chest, her smile, and those eyes. She was gorgeous, effortlessly beautiful. Eddie was attracted to Brittany of course, but something about her mom called to Eddie even more. Maybe it was his mommy issues, the abandonment he felt growing up. Y/N provided everything for him when he was over. She cooked dinner, and she was an excellent chef. Not that Brittany would give her the credit. She refused to eat anything her mom made, yet Eddie sat down and had seconds. He didn't understand the toxic environment between the mother and daughter. He didn't understand how Brittany could be so cruel to Y/N.

He always felt a snap in his chest when Brittany brushed aside Y/N, the painful look in Y/N's eyes as she forced out a smile. He wanted to hold her, he wanted to kiss all the pain away. But he also wanted to drill his cock so deep inside her that she'd feel him in her stomach. He wanted to watch her tits bounce as she rode him. He wanted to feel her skin drenched in sweat and her cum smeared into his pubic hair. He was obsessed with Brittany's mom.

~~~

Another fight between Brittany and Y/N left Eddie awkwardly sitting in his girlfriend's room. He learned to block out their screams. He took his time walking around Brittany's room. His eyes catch all the photos, but none of Y/N. Eddie couldn't help but feel disappointed, he knew they would fight for hours. Then Brittany would come upstairs and they'd fuck her anger out.

Eddie slowly made his way across the hall, the sweet smell of Y/N's perfume filled his nose as he traveled into her room. He slowly closed the door behind him, signing in relief as it shut quietly. He walked quickly over to her dresser, he searched and searched until he found the lacy and silk lingerie. He felt his cock twitch in his jeans as he grabbed a red lacy thong. Eddie felt no shame as he brought the thong to his nose, inhaling the laundry detergent she used, but that tiny smell of her. He whimpered as he could feel his cock pulsing. He tucked the thong into his pocket and closed the dresser. He raced to the bathroom, quickly yanking down his jeans. He wrapped the thong around his cock, eagerly jerking off. He bit down on his lap as he fucked himself, he knew he had to be fast and quiet. He closed his eyes as he imagined her hands on him. Her nails scrape down his stomach, a smirk on her face as she teased the tip of his cock. Her mouth was on his neck, marking him as hers before she sank her wet cunt on him.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" Brittany screamed, Eddie's eyes snapped open at the sound of her voice. He could hear her feet pounding up the stairs, he quickly tucked his cock back in his jeans, the thong in his back pocket as he washed his hands. He left the bathroom by the time Brittany made it to the top.

She growled and grabbed his hand. Eddie couldn't help but look down the stairs, Y/N stood there with fire in her eyes. He knew the pissed-off look was meant for Brittany, but he couldn't help but whimper. When she noticed his eyes on her, she let out a small smile. Eddie wanted to smile back but Brittany yanked him into her room.

~~~

"Wanna go out tonight?" Brittany asked, her hands moving up and down Eddie's chest as they sat in the cafeteria. It was a Friday and Eddie planned to sit in his room and work on his music. He wasn't much in the mood to listen to Brittany argue about something.

"Who's weekend is it?" He asked he crossed his fingers under the table.

"Dad. He's been asking to meet you. He doesn't know why you only go to my mom's." Brittany said, a small glare in her eyes. "Neither do I."

Eddie knew why.

"I can't, Wayne and I are going to a work thing." Eddie lied, shrugging his shoulders.

The second Eddie made it home, he thanked God Wayne was still at work. He stripped himself naked and dug in his nightstand. He felt around until he felt the thong, he grabbed it and slid it up his legs. He pulled it up until his cock was covered, he closed his eyes and pictured Y/N. He pictured his hands were hers as he trailed his fingertips down his chest, slowly moving down to his cock. He teased himself over the thong, enjoying the way the lace scratched against his sensitive skin. He moaned as he began to rub himself.

"Fuck, Ms. Y/N, that feels so good." He moaned. He rubbed himself until he felt that tight feeling in his stomach and until he came inside her underwear.

~~~

Eddie got excited as the new weekend came closer, knowing this weekend was Y/N's weekend. He agreed to whatever date Brittany wanted, his mind just on the fact he'd get to see her mom again.

"Eddie, nice to see you again," Y/N said politely, Eddie felt his mouth go dry as she leaned over the counter to scrub the table. He licked his lips as he checked out her ass in the leggings she wore.

"Don't talk to him." Brittany snapped, she yanked Eddie up to her room.

"She's just being nice," Eddie said as he stripped off his shirt, Brittany gagged and rolled her eyes as she unclipped her bra.

"She's not nice. She's just sucking up to you." Brittany argued. "But not talking about her, she'll kill the mood."

But Eddie disagreed, knowing he was going to picture Y/N under him as he brought Brittany to an orgasm.

~~~

"Should we get dinner?" Brittany asked as she got herself dressed. Eddie shrugged from the bed, lying in his boxers.

"We could eat here...maybe your mom is making dinner?" Eddie asked, Brittany glared at the idea.

"Yeah right. I'm not eating anything that witch makes. Probably poison in it."

"Brittany, don't you think you are a little harsh on her?" Eddie asked, but Brittany turned around with fire in her eyes.

"No! She's a horrible person. She divorced my dad and broke up the family. For what? So she can slut around and hop on as many men as she wants." Brittany scoffed. Eddie couldn't help but feel a burn of jealousy in his stomach at the thought of Y/N having sex with other people.

"She's dating?" Eddie asked, he wasn't sure if that was hope or disappointment in his voice.

"who cares, let's go get dinner with my dad," Brittany said, grabbing her phone and texting.

They finished getting dressed and walked downstairs. The smell of pasta filled the house and Eddie could feel his stomach growl.

"Just in time! I was about to call you down." Y/N said she cleaned her hands off on a towel as she looked over at them.

Eddie was zoned in on her sweaty skin. The sweat in her hairline, the wetness on her neck, and the way she threw her hair up to be out of the way. A few pieces framed her face, she wore no makeup. Her skin looked soft and flawless.

"We are eating with Dad so," Brittany said, a mocking pout on her face as she grabbed her coat.

"But Brittany, it's my weekend and I spent the last hour making Alfredo with chicken, broccoli, and garlic bread."

"No one asked you to," Brittany said, walking right out the door.

Eddie stood silently as he watched Y/N deflate. He moved a little closer to her, his movement reminded Y/N he was still there.

"Um here!" She said as she reached into her purse, she handed Eddie a bundle of cash. "That loser won't pay for anyone but himself. Get whatever you'd like and don't worry about change."

Eddie shivered as her hand touched his. He hated the sad look in her eyes. She looked exhausted and lonely.

"I'm sorry about her," Eddie said he didn't think twice before he pulled her into a hug. He had a few inches on her, his head on top of hers. He tried to focus on making her feel better and not on the fact her chest was pressed against his.

"You're an amazing mother and one day she'll realize you aren't the evil one."

Y/N gladly accepted the hug, she needed someone. She tried to ignore how amazing he smelled, how warm he felt, and how hard his chest felt. She pulled away and quickly wiped away the tear in her eye.

"You're a gentleman. Thank you." Y/N said. She watched as he walked out the door, closing it behind him.

That was the first time she felt something towards Eddie.

~~~

"Oh, Brittany isn't home yet," Y/N said as she checked her watch, Eddie stood on the doorstep.

"That's okay, I can come back," Eddie said, he went to turn around but Y/N stopped him.

"You can wait inside, hun."

Eddie smiled at the nickname, accepting her invitation inside.

"Want a snack?" She asked she walked into the kitchen, and Eddie followed behind. He took a seat at the counter as she opened up the cabinet, she named snack after snack. But Eddie craved to be between her thighs.

"Any of that pasta left?" He asked, "It smelled amazing the other night." Eddie felt himself smile as her face lit up.

"There is!" She sounded so excited as she began to warm up the meal for him on the stove. He tried to ignore the big amount she had left, knowing it would be left untouched by Brittany.

They made small conversation as she recooked the meal. She played it for him and set it in front of him.

"Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N, this is amazing." Eddie complimented as he took a few bites of the pasta.

"You can call me Y/N, and thank you. At least someone will eat it." She joked, but both knew it wasn't meant to be funny.

"She's missing out," Eddie said, taking another bite of the pasta.

"Does she ever...say anything nice about me?" Y/N asked, the vulnerability in her voice. She looked down at Eddie's plate, too shy to look in his eyes.

"Does she say anything nice about anyone?" Eddie joked, pride in his chest as Y/N let out a laugh.

"Fair enough." Y/N laughed.

"I think you're underappreciated though. You love her, you care about her so much. You're funny, I know you're incredibly smart, and independent. You don't let anything knock you down. There are so many nice things to say about you." Eddie said, his words soft as he looked into her eyes.

She tried to bite her lip to stop the huge smile creeping on. She felt her cheeks flame up as she took in the compliments.

"Effortlessly beautiful too," Eddie whispered, he didn't realize he was leaning closer to her until her lips were right in front of his face. Her elbows were on the counter as she leaned forward.

"You think I'm beautiful?" She whispered, her heart racing as he leaned further into her.

"Fucking breathtaking. Your beauty never leaves my mind. Your eyes, your hair, those lips and curves. "

She held her breath as he looked down at her lips. For a moment, she was weak. For a split second, she looked down at his lips too.

Then the front door slammed and Y/N jumped back. Her eyes wide as she realized she was seconds away from kissing a teenager, a boy who was still in high school, at least seventeen years younger than her, her daughter's boyfriend.

"Good, you're already here," Brittany said as she grabbed Eddie's arm and yanked him off the stool.

Y/N held her breath as Eddie gave her one last longing look. He was filled with disappointment as Brittany led him into her room. His heart was still racing from having Y/N so close, seconds away from tasting her breath.

Y/N rubbed her hands over her face before grabbing Eddie's plate. Panic in her chest as she anxiously scrubbed the plate clean. She clenched her eyes shut as she tried to forget the look in Eddie's eyes. A look she longed to see someone have, that look of lust and desire. She shook her head as different thoughts filled her head. Thoughts of his lips on hers, her chest, and her thighs. What was she thinking? It was so inappropriate to think of Eddie in that way. And it was inappropriate for Eddie to think of her the way he did, but she couldn't help but like that he did.

What the fuck was she doing?

~~~

A week passed since her moment with Eddie in the kitchen and she couldn't forget it. But she knew she needed to.

She sat on the couch, a glass of wine in her hand as she watched some old movie. She sat in a T-shirt and panties, a blanket on her naked legs. She groaned when she heard a knock on the door, she sat down her glass and wrapped the blanket around herself as she walked to the door.

"Eddie?" Confusion on her face when she opened the door. "Brittany is at her dad's house."

"Not here for her," Eddie admitted, his hand on the door as he pushed it open further and walked in.

"Eddie." Y/N sighed as she closed the door. The speech died on her tongue when she turned around and he towered over her.

"hm?" He asked, his eyes scanning all over her face.

"What are you here for?" She asked, taking a step back. She took a big gulp of air as she tried to ignore how hot her body was. She walked to the couch and sat back down. She sipped on her wine, praying it would calm down her nerves. But she grew more nervous when he took the spot next to her. His fingers grabbed the blanket, moving it off her bare legs.

"I can't get that moment out of my head. Being so close to finally kissing you." He said, his hands skimming up her naked legs. She tried to keep her breathing even as he moved up her thighs.

"Eddie, we can't." She said, stopping his hand and moving it off of her.

"I don't care. I want it." He argued, his voice deep and raspy.

She gasped as he pushed her knees apart, easily placing his body between her. His knees were against the cushions as he towered over her again.

"You want it too. You want to feel wanted, desired and loved. You want someone to make your skin burn and your toes curl. You want someone to need you so desperately." He whispered, his hand grabbed hers. She whined when he placed her hand on his thin sweatpants, his hard cock easy to feel. "And I'm that someone."

"Eddie, you are my daughter's boyfriend. This is very inappropriate." Y/N tried again, but Eddie kept her hand right against him. He listened to her words but pushed his hips forward, pushing his cock into her hand.

"Forget about her. Focus on just me." He said softly, leaning down as he softly pecked her lips. He waited a second, watching her as she licked her lips. He could see the gears working in her mind. His lips were inches away from hers.

She freed her hand from his grip, using both her hands to tangle them into his hair as she smashed her lips on his. Her eyes closed as she let herself melt into him. Eddie moaned as he pushed her body down on the couch, his tongue working inside of her mouth as he let his hands feel every inch of her. The kiss was hot and messy, but she didn't care.

Y/N wasn't sure how they moved so fast, but before she knew it her panties were pushed to the side as Eddie's tongue dove between her thighs. She moaned as his tongue flicked her clit and three fingers pushed inside her cunt.

She wasn't even embarrassed that she hadn't shaved. With her ex-husband, she was always smooth and prepped, otherwise, he'd never go down on her. But here Eddie was, eating her out with no care in the world.

"Fuck Eddie." She whined, her hands in his hair, pushing his head against her cunt. He happily let her take control, he let her rock her hips against his tongue. He sucked on her clit, fingering her as fast as he could. He loved the way she got louder and louder. His name on her lips, the way her thighs clenched around his head. She gripped his hair so tight as she rocked her hips against his face. With his free hand, he reached up her body to play with her chest.

"RIGHT THERE!" she screamed, his fingers hitting the spongy spot inside of her. Eddie smirked against her cunt as he continuously hit that spot, watching her body twitch beyond her control.

She gasped as she felt her orgasm building, one hand on his head as the other flew behind her, smacking her glass of red wine straight to the floor. Her back arched as she came on his fingers and tongue.

~~~

Y/N whined as she scrubbed her carpet. The red stain did not leave as she continued to work on it. She felt sweat on her brow as she scraped and scraped.

"Don't mind her. She spilled wine over the weekend and won't give up on it." Brittany scoffed as she welcomed Eddie inside the house.

Eddie tried to hide his smirk when he watched Y/N scrub the stain on her hands and knees.

"Oh no, wonder how that happened," Eddie said, his voice catching Y/N's attention. Her head snapped to look over her shoulder.

"Who cares." Brittany said, walking up the stairs.

Eddie gave Y/N a wink before he followed Brittany up the stairs.

~~~

Y/N tossed and turned in her bed. Ever since Eddie ate her out on the couch, she's tried to sleep with this burning ache in her cunt.

She barely slept that Friday night after he left. Saturday she got a blink of sleep. And now Sunday, was worse than ever knowing he was just down the hall.

She groaned as the bright red lights shined

2:05

Another night of no sleep. She might as well make the best of it. She slid her hands down into her panties, instantly moaning as she spread her wetness up and down.

"Psst." She jumped up when she heard a sound. She flipped on the lamp next to her bed.

"Eddie!" She scolded quietly, the boy stood in her doorway, a cheeky smile on his face.

She couldn't help but let her eyes rank down his naked chest. He was a skinny boy but toned in the rest places. He had a clean chest but a happy trail that made her mind wander. Some tattoos scattered along his chest, she always questioned if he had more than just the ones on his arms.

"What are you doing?" She whispered, slightly embarrassed that she was about to finger herself to the thought of him to get rid of the ache between her thighs.

He closed the door behind him, the sound of the lock made her shiver. He tugged down his sleep shorts, and his cock sprang up to smack his stomach. Y/N couldn't help but clench her thighs together underneath the sheets.

"Trying so hard to sleep. But my mind kept thinking of you laying here, thought of the way you tasted when you came all over my tongue." He moaned as he walked to her bed.

He yanked down her blanket, ignoring her gasps as he crawled between her legs.

"I can smell you, smell so sweet and wet." He moaned, he leaned down to nudge his nose against her covered clit. His tongue ran over her cunt.

"Someone started without me." He said with a smirk, looking up at her.

Y/N wasn't sure what came over her. She didn't know if it was the fact he looked so hot smirking between her legs, or that she's been craving him in ways she shouldn't. But she lost control.

Before she knew it, he was under her, his hands bruised her hips as she rode him. Her nails clawed down his chest as her cunt clenched around him. His mouth sucked on her chest, creating a trail of marks.

"Fuck you're so good. Such a good cock." She praised, her brain melted with the way he fucked back up into her.

Eddie whined under her praise, her words alone had him clenching his thighs.

"Oh someone like that? Does someone like praise?" She teased, he whined louder. His hips struggled to keep up with his rhythm.

She leaned down to pinch his cheeks together, his lips puffed out.

"Answer me." She demanded, her nose against his as she slowed down her hips.

"Yes, mommy."

His eyes flew wide open when he released what he said. Fear in his stomach as she froze on top of him. The apology was ready on his tongue.

"Say it again." She asked, her eyes bored into his.

"Fuck me, Mommy. "

Y/N moaned as she began to move her hips again. She fucked him and she fucked him hard. She placed her feet on either side of Eddie's body, the extra leverage helped her ride him faster. Her hands held on to his hairy thighs as she bounced on him.

Eddie couldn't keep up with her, his orgasm so close that he couldn't think straight. It felt so good to be taken care of. He loved that she had the control and he was forced to take it all. She used his cock the exact way she wanted it.

"Fuck, gonna." He warned, he quickly gained his control, flipped them over and pulled out. He painted her stomach with his cum. He kept his eyes on her the best he could as he pumped himself dry.

"That's mommy's good boy." She praised, she scooped up his cum and placed it on her tongue. Eddie felt himself choke on his spit as he watched her.

"You're so fucking sexy." He praised, his lips pressed against hers.

"Make me cum, Eddie," she said against his lips.

~~~

Two months passed, Eddie and Y/N found themselves sneaking off to see each other. Some nights they hooked up and other night they talked.

Y/N hated that she found herself falling for Eddie. She hated that he made her feel so loved and wanted. She felt like an idiot for craving something real with him. Which could never happen. He was young and had a whole future ahead of him, oh and the fact that he's dating her daughter.

So she went back on the dating websites. She needed to move on and get Eddie out of her head.

~~~

Eddie didn't question why Brittany bounced on him the second they heard the front door open. His mouth was covered by hers as she practically choked him with her tongue.

Her hands were removing his clothes faster than he could ask what was going on.

"Brittany, slow down. What's going on?"

Before she could answer, Eddie heard laughter coming from downstairs. The sounds of giggles and a male voice.

"Who's that?" Eddie asked

"My mom and her date. Can we fuck now?" Brittany scoffed, her lips on his neck.

Eddie sat in pity as she kissed his neck. All he could hear was the sound of Y/N giggling and flirting with that man. With her date.

She was dating? And bringing him home? Was she hoping they'd have sex? Eddie couldn't help but wonder if she showered, shaved, and bought sexy lingerie just to wear for her date. He felt the jealousy burning in his skin when he heard that familiar moan.

"That's so good." Y/N moaned, it was needy and whiny, and it caused something to snap in Eddie.

He had Brittany screaming underneath him as he fucked out his anger and jealousy. He pounded into her hard, no part of him cared to be gentle. Her bed was smacking into the wall, guaranteed echoing throughout the house. And the thought made Eddie smirk. He wanted Y/N to know he was fucking Brittany like there wasn't a tomorrow. He wanted her to be just as jealous as he felt.

"BEST CUNT I'VE EVER HAD." Eddie screamed, his hand smacking against the wall.

~

Eddie panted as Brittany began to get dressed. The sweat was thick on his skin as he pulled on his boxers. There was silence downstairs, no more giggles and moans. Eddie felt sick at the thought. Maybe it was silent because their mouths were busy.

But then Brittany's door slammed open. Y/N stood pissed on the other side. Eddie couldn't help but take in the beautiful tight red dress she wore. It framed her perfectly. Her hair was loose on her shoulders, makeup simple but captivating. She looked stunning.

"I ASKED YOU FOR ONE THING! I asked you just for once not to fuck something up for me. Why can't you let me have anything?" Y/N screamed, her finger pointed straight at Brittany, who simply rolled her eyes.

Eddie gulped as he covered his mostly naked body with the blanket. Not like either person in that room hasn't seen it, but he felt like he was just as in trouble.

"Oh I'm sorry! Was that date tonight? The one you asked me to not interrupt?" Brittany asked, a fake confused look on her face.

"I'm tired of you disrespecting me. You get to be happy, your father gets to be happy, why can't I be happy? Your father fucking cheated on me! He hooked up with every whore in his office, and he's the one with a girlfriend and a daughter that loves him. Why can't I ever just have something without you ruining it? Especially when you admitted you didn't want it" Eddie swore her eyes landed on him before she went back to Brittany. "WHY DO I HAVE TO BE ALONE AND SUFFER?" Y/N cried, her eyes watered. Eddie couldn't tell if it was from sadness or pure anger.

But now he couldn't help but feel sick to his stomach. He ruined her night just as much as Brittany did. He purposely ruined her night just as much as Brittany did.

For once, Brittany was silent.

Y/N took a deep breath and wiped her eyes. Her once perfect makeup was starting to smear as more water dropped from her eyes.

"Eddie, I'd like you to leave for tonight." She said before she closed the door.

"You've got to be kidding me, Brittany!" Eddie scoffed, throwing the blankets off as he stood up.

"what did I do?"

"You planned it! You invited me over, telling me you wanted to have sex. Then we sat here for two hours doing nothing. The second your mom comes home you attack. You wanted to ruin her date." Eddie said as he realized. He couldn't help but feel like such an idiot. He knew his jealousy was getting out of hand, it killed him to hear Y/N giggle with another man. He didn't even think about how Y/N might have felt throughout it all. The embarrassment she probably felt as Eddie and Brittany's sounds traveled down the stairs to interrupt her date.

"Oh please! Like you didn't enjoy it? Who were you putting the show on for, Eddie. Me or my fucking mom?"

Eddie froze as the words left Brittany's lips. His back to her as he thought about what to say.

"You two really thought I wouldn't notice?" Brittany scoffed. "I always knew my mother was a whore, but to fuck my own boyfriend? New low."

Eddie turned around in a heat of anger. His jaw clenched as he grabbed Brittany's arm and held it tightly.

"Don't you call her that." He seethed.

"I knew it," Brittany laughed, she yanked her arm free. "I did plan it, Eddie. I planned to kill two birds with one stone. Ruin the relationship with whatever poor excuse of a man she found on that website, and to ruin the relationship she had with you."

Eddie was looking into the face of evil and didn't know what to do. He was scared he fucked up with Y/N. He was so fucking scared.

"The relationship isn't ruined. I'll talk to her, I'll apologize and explain it all." Eddie said, he threw on his clothes.

"I'm afraid that won't work, sweetie." Brittany smirked. "You see, I already had a conversation with her about you. She admitted she really fell for you," she mocked. Eddie felt his heart race, Y/N fell for him? "Think of how hurt she probably was when you were so busy making sure I could scream your name so she could hear. So she could hear just how much you wanted me."

"You set me up." Eddie snapped.

"Yeah I did. We're done. My dad and I are leaving the state tonight. Hope you two are happy." Brittany said, grabbing a packed bag from her closet. She walked out of her room, down the stairs, and out the door.

Eddie stood in the silence of her room. Y/N's across the hall, the door shut. He hung his head as he walked the distance. He felt like his tail was tucked between his legs as he knocked on the door.

"Y/N?"

"I asked you to go home." She said through the door.

"I know, but can we talk? I need to explain." He begged, his knocks continued on the door.

Y/N yanked open the door, her eyes were red and her makeup was cleaned off.

"Explain what? That you were simply having sex with your girlfriend? Trust me, Eddie. This was so fucking stupid of us. I'm a mom, and you are only eighteen. It's time I act like an adult. Go home Eddie. And please don't come back here again."

The door slammed in his face.

~~~

Eddie went to her house every day for a week. And each day she never answered. But this time was different, he didn't leave. He refused to leave. He wanted her, and he wasn't leaving.

He opened the door, walking right in.

"Eddie come on!" She whined in frustration.

"You want me and I want you. You fell for me and I fell for you. Why are you saying no?" Eddie asked.

"I'm saying no because you are my daughter's boyfriend."

"I'm not anymore and you know that. I'm single now and so are you. What's the real reason you are telling me no? Why are you scared of there being an us?"

"EDDIE!" She snapped, "My god, think logically! You graduate in what, a month? Then you are off to college. And once you see college girls, you're not going to want this." She said as she gestured between them.

"I'm always going to want this." Eddie said.

"You're too young to understand. But I'm right about this."

"Stop treating me like I'm a child!" Eddie snapped, "I know how I feel and that has nothing to do with my age."

"Yes it does! You think in a year when you are surrounded by college girls, having the time of your life going to parties, that you are going to want to come back here to visit your girlfriend that graduated college ten years ago?" Y/N scoffed.

"I won't have to come visit you, because I'm not leaving."

"Eddie-"

"No, listen to me. I don't plan to go to college, I didn't plan to go before I met you. You just gave me more of a reason to want to stay here. For once in your life, I need you to believe that someone loves you and that someone wants you. Let me be that someone." Eddie said, he slowly moved closer to her. He grasped her hands.

"Just give me the chance." Eddie begged, he dropped down to his knees, he kissed her hands before he let them go. Then he wrapped his arms around her, his face against her stomach.

"Let me love you." He said, moving down her body as he began to tug down her leggings. She huffed but she didn't stop him.

"Let me show you how happy I can make you." He said against her bare thighs as he kissed her skin. His mouth moved closer to her cunt.

"Please. I love you" He said, his nose inhaling her sweet scent.

"I love you too." She whined, her head thrown back as he rubbed his nose against her covered clit.

He smiled in victory and kissed back up her body, landing on her lips.

"Tonight, I'm taking you out on a real date. I don't care what anyone thinks. I want to be with you and call you mine."

"I want to be with you too." She said as she wrapped her arms around him.

Their relationship may have not made sense to anyone else. It may have been very frowned upon. But for once, she was happy and felt loved. She deserved that. And Eddie was more than honored to be the one to give it to her.

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˚ ✦.·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚ CONNECTIONS THROUGH THE PHONE | truck driver! dad!e. munson x mom!reader

w; r is female, she/her pronouns, pregnancy, mentions of throwing up, mentions of three songs - very sorry

an; will forever love this little world i have created for eddie his his little family. thank you for the anon who requested this ᡣ𐭩

JULY 16TH 1999

‘Whoa, nothing can be sadder than a glass of wine, alone. Loneliness, loneliness, such a waste of time…’ 

Eddie smiles to himself when the song starts playing over the speakers of his truck. His hand reaches over, turns up the staticy music, before returning his hand to the wheel again. 

He thinks about you when Solomon Burke’s Cry To Me comes on most of the time - the memory making him smile as he stares at the yellow line. 

“Your bump has gotten so big.” It startles you, making you spin towards him with round eyes. He smirks when he sees the spoon in your mouth - he knows you’ve been eating brownie batter, the evidence on the corner of your mouth and a bit on the side of your fingers. 

He walks towards you, resting his chest against your back as his hands come around towards your front, lifting the bump slightly. You melt against him, eyes closing.

“You have a good day?” He whispers, nose tracing along your cheek before pressing his lips to your cheekbone. 

“He kept kicking. Tried to take a nap, but I only got thirty minutes in,” He frowns against your cheek. “I’m hoping to get a decent amount of sleep before my appointment tomorrow.” 

“How about… while you eat your brownies and ice cream, I’ll massage your ankles while we watch a movie of your choice? Sounds nice?” 

“Oh, sounds like Heaven, truly.” You nod. 

“For now,” He pulls away and you whine when the heaviness comes back. He turns up the volume on the radio, smiling at you as he grabs the spoon and drops it back into the bowl. “We can dance.” 

Your eyes light up. “Really?” No matter how tired you were or how much you didn’t want to keep standing on swollen ankles and feet, you always were up for a quick dance with Eddie. 

“Really,” He grabs your hand, pulling you closer. He doesn’t mind if he gets batter on his hand from your sticky hand. “I’m always up for a dance with my best girl and number one.” He pokes at your nose. 

You giggle softly, reaching behind his hand and pulling out the rubber band that held his curls in a low bun. You sway with him as Cry to Me continues in the background, your fingers playing with the strands of frizz from cheap shampoo that he used from the motel. 

He hums softly to you, his hands rubbing at your back before doing his best to wrap around you. You giggle when your stomach gets in the way. 

“Can’t dip me this time, Munson.” 

“Wanna bet?” He smirks. 

A loud yawn escapes his mouth, ringed fingers covering his lips. He blinks a couple of times, rubbing at his right eye as he looks at a motel. He turns on his blinker, pulling into the back where other drivers had parked. 

He reaches for his wallet that rests in the cup holder and the black duffel bag that was in his passenger seat. He slips out of his side, hopping onto the gravel and shuts the red door, locking it before slipping the keys into his pocket. 

He turns and grins when he notices a twenty laying on the ground. “Oh, heck yeah.” He mumbles to himself. He bends down and picks it up, stuffing it into his pocket before making his way around the building. 

A bell rings above his head when he opens the door and steps in. He walks towards the desk and waits patiently for someone to come out. 

A small, older lady steps out. She smiles kindly at Eddie, glasses perched at the end of her pointed nose. “Hi, Darlin’. How can I help you?” 

He smiles at the woman. “Just a room for the night, please.” 

She hums softly, writing something in a book that rests against the rest before handing him a pen and flipping it around. “If I could just have you sign your name with the date.” 

Eddie nods, taking the pen from her hand and signs what he needs to as she turns and grabs the key from the wall. She then turns back and slides it towards him. 

“You can pay in the mornin’ when you check out. Get some good rest, now.” She points at him, taking the pen back from his hand and spins the book around. He chuckles and grabs the key. 

“I plan on it.” He nods. He thanks her as turns away and walks out of the lobby, walking towards his room. He unlocks the door and steps inside and flips on the light. His eyes take in the room - usually, motels were run down and half of them didn’t seem as clean as they seemed. 

He was glad he stopped at this one. 

He shuts the door and locks it, dropping his bag on the bed and his wallet on the nightstand. Pulling out new checkered boxers and plaid pajama pants, he makes his way towards the bathroom, starting a warm shower. 

Washing off after a long day of driving and delivering always felt nice, even if it wasn’t his shower, it was his favorite way to wind down after a long trip and a numb lower half from sitting all those hours. 

After finishing and slipping on his pants, he steps out into the room, turns on the radio next to the bed and plops down letting out a breath. He reaches for the phone, propping up on his elbow, dialing the number he had engraved in his mind and heart. 

He hears your voice after the second ring. “Hello?” 

He smiles and leans back when he feels his arm going prickly. “Hi, sweetheart.” 

He hears a small giggle. “Hi, baby. How was today?” 

“It was fine. The norm, ya know. Driving… Delivering… Then driving some more,” He hears a small huff. He sits up and leans against the wall. He leans over the bed, grabbing his pack of cigarettes that resides in the zipper of his bag and pulls out a lighter. He slips one out of the pack and places one between his lips. “What’s Chance doing?” It’s muffled around the cartilage of the cigarette. 

You hum softly. “He’s asleep at the end of the couch. We were watching the Muppets, but now it's only me, these socks I’ve been working on for little bean, and Etta James.” He chuckles a bit and blows out the smoke. 

“Is it At last?” He asks. 

“How’d you know?” 

“Because I’m listenin’ to her as well,” He chuckles. “Seems we have a connection, huh?” 

“Oh, yeah. A deep connection.” He can hear the smile in your voice. 

“How’s lil bean?” He closes his eyes and rests his head against the floral wallpaper. 

“She’s been kicking all day. You know how many times I’ve peed?” It’s a rhetorical question, but he smiles and asks anyway. “80 thousand times.” 

He chuckles. “I think you’re bein’ a little dramatic, sweet thing.” 

“Am not. Literally need to keep a chart in the bathroom and do tally marks.” 

He smirks and shakes his head. “Did you puke any?” 

“… Yeah. I couldn’t really eat anything. It was hard to cook too.”

He frowns and his eyes open. “I’m sorry.” 

“Not your fault that this one pregnancy is a bit more than Chance. It’s okay. But, I do have a favor to ask.” 

“Yeah? What’s that?” 

“Could you sing to me? Just a bit? The song is almost over and I love it when you sing it to me.” 

He smiles and blows out some smoke, watching as it floats towards the ceiling. “Anything for you, sweetheart,” He reaches over, smashing the cigarette into the brown glass ashtray, before sliding down further into bed and switching the phone to his other ear. 

He still gets nervous singing around you - even when he can’t see you - afraid his voice will crack or he’ll mess up the words, but you could care less. You smile when his voice, a hoarse, modulated thing, gives you goosebumps and makes you giggle into the phone like a love sick teenager. 

The perfect mix of Etta’s voice and his own fill your ears and it has your heart clenching in a nice way. “And here we are in Heaven, for you are mine… At last,” The song slowly fades out, a dopey smile on your face as you blink slowly. His fingers trace at the tattoo on his left side. “You still there, sweetheart?” 

You blink, eyes glancing over at Chance. “Mhm. Yeah. Thank you, baby.” 

“Try to get some sleep, okay? I’ll be home tomorrow.” 

“Okay, love. Be careful. I love you.” 

“And I love you.” 

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He smiles when he steps into the trailer, a breath releasing from his lips when he shuts the door and smells the scent of brownies. 

He steps towards the kitchen, leaning against the frame tilting his head and watching as you sway to Kiss From A Rose, spoon dipping into the bowl and scraping the sides. You were wearing a shirt of his, the small bump pressing against the material. 

His eyes glanced towards the clock. Chance is still at school. He looks back towards you. 

“Brownies is the only thing that doesn’t make you sick, huh?” 

You jump, turning around. “Eds! You can’t do that,” You pout. He chuckles and walks towards you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You’re gonna give me a heart attack one day.” 

He chuckles and pushes some messy strands of hair away from your temples and cheeks that stuck out from your ponytail that was low. “Sorry, sweetheart. Did you get a nap?” He traces the line that was on your cheek. You nod. 

“Yeah. Then I woke up and wanted to make brownies for Chance. He’s been real patient with me.” 

He smiles and wipes at the side of your mouth where some batter was left. “I’m gonna pick up Chance today and you can take a shower and get ready - I want to take you both out to eat. That Muppets From Space is playing in theaters tonight, we could take Chance to see that.” 

You smile and nod quickly. “Yeah. Whenever he sees it advertised he gets really excited. It’s so cute.” 

He chuckles and nods. “But… You wanna dance real quick?” The grin creates crinkles by his brown eyes and your heart flutters. You lift up, pressing a kiss against those lines and then pressing another one by the corner of his mouth. 

“Thought you’d never ask.” 

ᡣ𐭩 thank you for reading. reblogs, comments, requests, likes, & feedback is encouraged, welcomed, & deeply appreciated.

— @stveharringtn 2024

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It Was Just One Night Part 9: Curly Hair

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A/N: You know progress is being made when you offer to share snacks. Enjoy and also thanks for the love on this series it’s truly turning into one of my faves✨

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Seeing Double

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Mom!Reader

Summary: Eddie meets you and your twins by chance at Family Video.

Word Count: 4973

The Twins Masterlist

“Are you girls ready to see Steve?” You glance back at your twins in the rearview mirror as you pull into the Family Video parking lot. As you do you double check their seatbelts are still on, something you continue to do every time you’re all in the car together now that they’ve just outgrown their car seats.

“Are we getting ice cream after?” You could kill Steve for getting it in their heads that each time they see him they’ll get ice cream.

“We’ll see Rosie baby. I don’t think he’ll be done working until later, we’re just stopping in to say hi and maybe grab a movie or two.” And to see if you could snag a job there so you don’t have to rely completely on the inheritance you got from your grandma. You’re hoping to be able to save most of it for the girls' life funds for them to use in the future to get cars or go to college.

Almost as soon as you open up the car door to let the girls out they go running towards the building. They must’ve taken their seatbelts off and gotten ready to bolt as you were parking and getting out. You’ll have to be more prepared for that now that you don’t have to unbuckle car seats for them anymore.

“Girls wait!” You throw your purse over your shoulder and rush after them.

Eddie’s walking up the horror aisle of Family Video ready to check out when two small bodies bump into his legs. He looks away from the VHS in his hand to see the identical girls who are staring up at him. He then looks up from them and over the movie racks to see if there was anyone else in the store that they could belong to.

“Woah am I seeing double or are there two of you?” He puts on a playful demeanor when on the inside he’s freaking out a little bit because he’s almost definitely the only customer in the store other than the guy who came in right after him. The two girls giggle without a care in the world. “Where’s your mom?”

“She’s coming, we’re picking movies.”

“Then maybe we should get you to a different aisle.” He glances at the shelf next to him at the movie covers while keeping an eye on the girls so they don’t just run off. They shake their heads and get closer to him, one of them moving his hand to see the movie he’s holding.

“What’s this one about?”

“Nothing interesting, I’m sure you wouldn’t like it.” Eddie decides that it might be best to just keep them where they are and be distracted so their mom can find them easier and they don’t end up running out of the shop alone. “But here’s one you might like. It’s about this cute Gremlin Gizmo and-” Eddie’s cut off when the other girl grabs his hand and pulls him down the aisle to point at a movie at the bottom.

“Tell me about this one.” He has to crouch to see the movie she’s talking about but when he sees that it’s Poltergeist he starts to stand. The girls hold onto his shoulders to keep him there while demanding to know about that movie instead of Gremlins.

“Hey Y/n!” Steve greets you with a big smile on his face as you rush into the building. He glances around you for your girls and just when he’s about to ask where they are you speak.

“Steve, where'd the girls go? They just ran in here.” You’re trying not to freak out because they’re definitely in the store but anything could happen to them. What if there was some creepy guy trying to lure them away right now?

Steve starts to freak out though, because those are his baby cousins that he’s always felt are more like his nieces. And you can tell he’s starting to freak out and it’s just making you want to freak out more. 

“They have to be in here somewhere, start looking down aisles. I’ll take the right side, you take the left.” He jumps over the counter and you nod, rushing to search.

When you finally find them they’re crowded around a man who’s crouched down pointing to and explaining a movie.

“There you are. Found them Steve! What have I told you about running off?” You make your way towards them scolding them slightly. They just look at you wide eyed, like they’re caught in the act of doing something they shouldn’t be, and continue to stand where they are holding onto the man's shoulder. When you see the movie he’s pointing at, you want to laugh. “Dude they’re five years old, they don’t need to know what Poltergeist is about.” 

A chuckle falls from your lips and Eddie and the girls both relax from their tensed positions. Eddie’s stunned though because you don’t seem to be too angry at the girls for running off or at him for telling them about a scary movie. He can see why the two girls next to him are so cute now though. Before he can say anything in response Steve comes skidding to a halt at the start of the aisle.

“Girls!”

“Steve!” They leave Eddie and go running up to Steve who has his arms out for a hug.

“Sorry about that Princess, tried telling them about Gremlins but they really put their foot down and demanded Poltergeist.” He stands and you sigh, you thought it was something like that.

“It’s fine really. They always wanna watch scary movies, I blame how much I watched them when I was pregnant. I won’t let them watch any though!” You’re quick to defend yourself because people think you’re enough of an unfit parent already without the fact of your girls being oddly obsessed with wanting to watch horror.

“Hey Eddie.” Steve greets him as he leads the girls to you. “This is my cousin Y/n and her kids Primrose and Callie. Y/n, girls, this is my friend Eddie.” A light goes on in your head as you turn your attention back to him.

“You’re his metalhead friend in a band right?”

“That’s me.” He nods smiling at you before looking back over to Steve. “You talk about me Harrington?”

“Don’t cream your pants Munson, she knows about each of my friends.”

“Steve, Steve! Are we getting ice cream?” Steve looks up at you, shocked at Primrose's words.

“Don’t look at me like that Steve everytime you see them you take them to get ice cream or bring ice cream over.”

“I guess I could see if Robin would be fine here by herself for the last hour, it’s been pretty slow today. You girls wanna come say hi to Robin in the back?” He walks away as the girls cheer and pull on his hands leaving you alone with Eddie.

“No offense but you seem a little young to have five year olds.”

“I get that a lot actually.” You sigh out fixing the strap of your purse watching your babies and Steve disappear into the back before looking back over at Eddie. “People always judge me for that but it’s not like I can do anything about it now.”

“Oh, no I wasn’t judging you or anything I don’t, I’m not like that.”

“I know Eddie, from what I hear you’re a sweetheart.” He starts to go light pink at that, not sure how to react.

“Steve said that?”

“No but he told me about how you are with all the kids and that was enough to tell me that you’re a big softy.”

“So which ones which?” Eddie asks as the two of you start walking to the checkout counter together. When Steve had introduced them to Eddie he made no move to point to either of the girls when saying their names. You laugh at the question knowing how difficult it is for people to tell them apart especially since they only want to dress like each other right now.

“I’m not sure how to tell you without them being here but I can try. Callie’s a little more shy than Primrose so you might be able to tell that way. But Rosie is a little pinker in her cheeks and Callie’s hair is always a little bit more messy than hers because she’s always playing with it. If you can’t tell them apart, don't worry about it, Steve still has trouble with it until they start talking since Callie’s voice is softer.”

“Y/n!” Robin comes running out of the back to squeeze you into a hug. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

“Hey Robs!” Steve started bringing Robin along to visit you almost right after they became friends. She’s even shown up to a family gathering or two before. The three of you have become the three amigos basically. It’s refreshing for you to have Robin as a friend because since having the girls you haven’t really been able to keep friends for long since you can never really go out and if you do it can’t be for long.

“Do you need help unpacking or anything? I can come over after work and help organize or whatever.”

“If you want you can come over but I don’t want you to feel like you have to help me unpack.”

“Did you just move to town?” Eddie chimes in.

“Yeah, I’m actually just up the road from Steve now.”

“She was grandma's favorite so she got her house when she died.” Steve adds on as he comes out of the door with the kids, each with a movie in their hands. “The girls and I have decided that I need to stay with Robin so I’ll be over after our shift with her and a tub of ice cream. And I’ll take care of the movies, don't worry about it.” 

“Eddie, you wanna watch this with me?” The girl tugging on his jacket holds up Legend and Eddie squints his eyes studying her face. ‘Callie?’ he mouths your way motioning to her slightly with his hand. You just nod shocked that he could tell that was her and that she had asked him that at all. She would normally hide behind your legs or arm when she's around a stranger while her sister talks to them.

“I don’t know, you should probably ask your mom before inviting a stranger over.” Her eyes go wide and she rushes over to your side at his words.

“Mama, can Eddie come over and watch Legend with me?” She whispers loudly enough that Eddie can still hear her and he holds back the laugh that wants to fall through his mouth. 

“If Eddie doesn’t have anything else to do I suppose he could.” She cheers a bit causing you to smile and rushes back over to the man in question.

“Mama says you can come watch it with me if you got nothing to do.”

“Then I guess I’m watching it with you.”

“But I wanted Eddie to watch my movie.” Primrose complains holding onto your hand while Eddie hands Steve his movie over the counter to check out.

“Who said I can’t watch both?” Eddie says quickly placating her before the tears that you could tell were coming could show face.

“Really?”

“Yeah, so long as your mom doesn’t care about me hanging around for that long?” He didn’t mean to invite himself to stay longer than you might’ve wanted him to, he just wanted to prevent the crying he could tell was about to happen.

“Only if the girls promise to share their ice cream with you.” Admittedly you were glad Eddie was coming over to watch movies with the girls even though you barely knew him yourself. All you needed to know is that he’s good with kids and your girls have taken a liking to him what seems to be immediately. Him distracting them will give you time to actually organize and unpack the house.

“We promise!”

“Alright, say bye to Steve and Robin then.” You hug Steve over the counter while Robin talks to them. “So are you guys hiring?”

“We should be since Keith is getting ready to go to college. I’ll bring you an application when we come over.”

“You’re the best, thank you. Come on girls, give me hands.” You reach out for them to wrap their small hands around your own. Eddie salutes his two friends as he follows you out of the store.

“So you’re up the street from Steve? That’s cool, that you’re close to him.”

“Yeah, there’s really just a house between us. I’m closer to where Benny’s burger place used to be than he is.”

“You’re not far from me then.”

“Oh? Where’s your place?” You look at him while you open the car door for the girls to start climbing in. 

“Oh, I’m uh, I’m over in the trailer park.” Eddie’s voice gets all quiet and shy as he tells you. He’s never been ashamed of where he lives, his trailer isn’t in bad condition or anything and Wayne never needed to take him in the way he did. But he knows you come from a family that has money and that’s intimidating even if he can tell you probably wouldn’t judge him.

“That’s cool, I was actually looking at some of the trailers for sale before my gram passed. I wanted to move back here before the girls started kindergarten but wasn’t sure I wanted to worry about owning a house quite yet.” You peek into the car seeing if they needed help buckling in to find them buckled and smiling at you while holding onto their movies. They’re so cute when they’re excited. You shut the door and walk around to the drivers side while Eddie leans down to peer into the window and wave back to them since Primrose had practically had her face smushed to the glass to wave bye.

“Alright, I’ll meet you there Princess.” He taps the hood of the car as he straightens out to look at you again. “I’ll look for your car in the driveways if I lose you on the way.”

“Okay, see you soon Eddie.” You beam his way and get into the car pulling out as he gets into his van.

Eddie pulls in behind you in the driveway making sure his stereo is turned down in case the girls would be able to hear the music from outside. He hops out just as you’re opening the car door for them. You don’t bother blocking the open doorway from them because you know if they go running it’ll just be to the front door but that’s something you’ll definitely be doing from now on. Callie waits as she gets out for her sister before they take each other's hands and giggle as they head to the doorway. 

“Sorry in advance for the mess.” You whisper to Eddie self conscious about the state of the house right now.

“Don’t be, I’m sure my room has gotten messier than your house before.” 

“I doubt it.” You love your girls but you haven’t been able to clean up the house at all with all the attention they want. And when they help unpack they normally just take things out of boxes and leave them on the floor or on tables. 

When you open the door the girls run in immediately going to the living room probably to get one of the movies ready. Eddie motions for you to go in first with his hand and you take your keys out before heading inside. You flinch a little bit as he trips slightly over a little shoe and mumble a sorry his way. 

“Don’t worry about it, moving can be a lot. Do you want the door locked?”

“No, Steve doesn’t have a key to get in yet and I don’t feel like opening the door for them.” One of the girls calls for you then and you rush to them worried they got hurt or broke something. Eddie fixes the scattered little shoes on the shoe stand against the wall next to the door before following after you.

The living room is a straight shot down the hallway from the door. There’s moving boxes along the wall and an open one in the middle of the floor with toys surrounding it. You’re kneeled in front of the tv collecting Legend from Callie’s hands while he takes in the matching plaid couch and lounge chair behind you. Primrose sits on the couch with a stuffed bear getting played with in her lap. The brown coffee table has been moved to behind the furniture to make room for the open overflowing box of toys that Callie runs to as soon as you start putting the movie in. 

“Mama, where's Mr. Gibbs?” Callie asks as she digs around in the box spilling toys everywhere. You turn around as soon as you hear the rummaging start wishing she wouldn’t just toss everything on the floor like that.

“He’s up in your room sweetie. Remember you unpacked him first.” Her face lights up and she runs out of the room, past Eddie, to the stairs back in the entryway. “Careful Callie!”

“I’m hungry.” Primrose speaks up as you start to place the toys back in the box. Eddie can tell how tired you are in this moment, the way the cheerful facade you had falls into what he can only describe as exhausted mom the moment your girls can’t see your face.

“Alright baby, I’ll make some food soon. Eddie, do you want something to eat?” You barely look up from picking up the mess as you ask it. Eddie gets on the floor next to you and stops your hand where it is before you can grab another toy.

“I’ll clean this up since you’re being oh so kind and making me food. Go do what you gotta do.” He nods his head towards the kitchen and you send him a thankful smile standing up and smoothing out the baby blue sundress.

“Do you guys want some chicken nuggets?”

“Yeah!”

“Eddie?”

“Sounds good Princess.” He sends you a thumbs up over his head and Primrose giggles. As you walk to the kitchen you can hear the pats of Callies feet as she runs back down the stairs. Eddie finishes putting the toys in the box just as she runs back into the living room. There’s a My Pet Monster in her arms that’s almost as tall as she is as she comes to a stop in front of Eddie. “Who’s this?” 

“This is Mr. Gibbs!” She gives him a toothy smile as she holds out the monster in her hands.

“Is Mr. Gibbs watching the movie with us?” She nods.

“It’s his favorite.”

“Why don’t you guys go take a seat on the couch and I’ll start it.” She tosses Mr. Gibbs on the couch before getting on herself. Primrose whispers something in her ear causing her eyes to go wide as they both start giggling.

“What are you two trouble makers giggling at over there?” You lean over the counter to poke your head into the living room through the open wall.

“Nothing.” You hum not believing them and pop back into the kitchen to put the frozen nuggets in the oven.

Eddie moves the box next to the tv on his way over to press play on the VCR. He could’ve used the remote on the arm of the couch but then he wouldn’t have had the excuse to move the box that he could tell had been stressing you out. When he makes his way back to the couch the girls split apart so he can sit in between them.

“Food will be done soon.” You come back into the living room and Callie immediately beams at you. She looks at you like you’re her whole world. And really you are, the girls are almost always with you, have been since you had them. They’re still very much in the stage of always wanting your attention and to hang around you, Callie more so than Primrose.

“You want me to sit on the chair so there’s room for you to sit with your girls?”

“No, it's fine. I’m gonna do some unpacking while you guys watch if you don’t mind?” You’re really asking if he doesn’t mind watching the girls while you do that and you’re so relieved when he shrugs in response.

“Yeah, do what you gotta do.”

“You’re not watching with me?” Callie sounds heartbroken as she speaks and the pout on her face makes you want to change your mind and sit next to her. 

“Oh baby, I’ll still watch.” You crouch down in front of her and take her hands in your own. “I’m just not gonna be on the couch with you this time. Mama has to get some of this unpacking done so there aren’t boxes everywhere. I’m gonna miss you the whole time though.” You pepper little kisses all over her hands causing her to giggle a bit. 

You stand up then kissing the top of her head before crossing over in front of Eddie to kiss Primrose's too. You move behind the couch, ruffling each of your girl's hair in the process, to decide what to unpack first. You land on the box of books sitting next to the half empty bookshelf built into the wall by the entrance of the room. There’s a box of books and other things that belonged to your grandparents that you don’t want sitting by it. You had spent the other night after the girls went to bed going through the shelves in the room with Steve. He took what he wanted home with him and the rest of it you’re putting aside so your parents and anyone else who cares can go through it before you donate it to the closest thrift store. 

You didn’t realize when she left you the house it meant you’d have to go through all of her and your grandfather's old stuff basically all alone. Sure other cousins and family members raided the house before you moved into it but there was still so much left behind. Steve’s been a godsend with helping you clean some of it out. Your parents are coming over this weekend to get what they wanted and continue helping you unpack the belongings you brought with you. 

“Honey I’m home!” Robin's voice rings throughout the house as her and Steve enter the house. You smile as they come through the doorway from your spot on the floor organizing the bookshelf that you’ve now filled up.

The girls have been pleasantly distracted between the movie and Eddie so you’ve actually gotten a decent amount done. The box of the old stuff has been moved to the room next to the entrance that was used as a second living room but is now holding the boxes of stuff you’ll be getting rid of. You think you’ll turn it into a playroom for the girls once it’s cleared out. And you’ve emptied out the box of books and organized them on the shelves in between getting the food out of the oven and making sure everyone eats. Eddie had been super helpful with getting them to finish their food so you can get what you had to get done.

Primrose hops off the couch running to hug onto Steve’s legs and almost knocks him over while Callie leans more into Eddie’s side murmuring the lines of the movie she remembers under her breath. She’s been doing it the whole movie and Eddie couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face if he tried. It’s adorable how well she knows it and he can just imagine her asking about watching it everyday especially with how bored Primrose seemed to be with it.

“You girls ready for ice cream?”  Callie stands up and turns around to look over the couch at the man shaking the tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream in the air with his other hand on Primrose's head. You chuckle at the little cheer she gives knowing that it’s one of the only things that would draw her attention away from the movie. Legend is her absolute favorite and it’s a good distractor for her when you have to do something and she’s being clingy.

“Why don’t you and Robin take a seat and finish watching the movie with the girls,” you suggest standing up stretching and taking the tub from your cousin. “I’ll get the bowls ready and bring them out. Do you two want some too?”

“That would be great!” Robin smiles at you sitting between Callie and the arm of the couch before pulling her into her lap and jokingly admonishing her for not paying attention.

“I won’t say no to some of my ice cream.”

“Yeah, I bet you wouldn’t. Eddie, you want some?” You walk away from the group heading into the kitchen as you speak. While Steve wobbles his way over to the chair he normally takes up with Primrose holding onto his leg and laughing the whole time.

“I’m good.” He gets up collecting the plates from earlier off of the table he moved to in front of the couch for you and following you into the kitchen.

“Oh, thanks Eddie, I didn’t realize I left those in there.”

“It’s no problem.” He rinses each dish off before leaving them in the sink. “You want some help with that?” He motions to the icecream as you dig around in the box of dishes you brought for the bowls the girls have dedicated strictly to ice cream. They’ll throw a fit if it gets served to them in anything else.

“Can you just get bowls down for Robin and Steve while I find the girls’?”

“Of course.” Eddie opens the cupboard you motioned to, grabbing two bowls and leaving them next to each other on the counter. He starts opening up drawers in search of an ice cream scoop. He finds one just as you’re back to standing upright bowls in hand and he lets out a little woop with a fist pump holding it up triumphantly for you to see. You chuckle a bit at it and take it from him as he moves next to you again.

“So uh if you don’t mind me asking where’s their dad?” Eddie scratches the back of his neck as he asks. The fact that you’re super pretty and seem super cool definitely has no part of the reason he asks. He’s just simply curious, at least that’s what he tells himself in case he’s still around.

“Oh.”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” Eddie quickly adds on as he sees the surprise at his question on your face.

“No, it’s fine. He’s not really around, he was at first. We had been together for a year before I got pregnant.” You begin scooping the ice cream into bowls as you open up to Eddie. You’re not entirely sure why you’re doing it. Steve doesn’t even know the full story behind what happened but Eddie’s just so easy to talk to. You may have just met him but between how comfortable you and the girls seem to feel around him and how well he seems to fit in with the chaos that is your life already, it feels like you’ve known the man forever. 

“I was ecstatic because even though I never thought much about being a mom I loved him and loved the idea of starting a family with him. He seemed excited at first too but then three months in we found out I was having twins and I guess he got scared. I don’t know, all I know is one minute we’re talking about building a life together and the next he’s saying he’s not ready for the responsibility of being a dad. I later found out he was always freaking out about it but his parents were the reason he didn’t give into his panic before. Guess they couldn’t convince him otherwise after he ran out of the building during the ultrasound because the next and last time I heard from him it was the phone call he dumped me on.”

“Well they’re great girls and you’re a great mom.” He’s only been around you all for not even a day and he can see that. You blink away the tears threatening to prick at your eyes at that, you rarely get told that you’re a good mom. “Whoever this guy is, he doesn’t know what he’s missing.” You open your mouth to respond but before you can Callie calls for you from the other room saying you’ll miss the end of the movie. You smile at her enthusiasm adoringly while putting the lid back on the tub. 

“I’ll be right out baby!” You call back, placing spoons in each bowl. 

“Take the girls bowls out, I'll bring Steve’s and Robins.” Eddie takes his friends' portions from your hands as you try to balance them all in your arms. 

“Thanks Eddie, feel free to help yourself to anything too. Water, juice boxes, ice cream, food, anything.” You motion around the kitchen walking backwards so you can still look at him. 

“You’re welcome.” He smiles in amusement as you lightly bump into the wall in your backup. “Careful Princess.” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice and you smile at him before turning around to present the bowls to your little angels.

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When Man Plans, God Laughs (Eddie x Single Mom!Reader)

Summary: You're a single mom of two who recently moved back to your hometown of Hawkins, Indiana, after a nasty divorce. When your friends take you out for the night, you run into your high school crush: Eddie Munson. But are either of you satisfied with just a one-night stand?

Warnings: smut (18+ only minors DNI), oral (f! receiving), p in v, language, mention of S4 demobat fight, scars

WC: 2.5k

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Your date with Eddie began like the ones before it had: a nice dinner out (after he'd brought over some candy for Grace and Matthew), conversation that seemed like you two could talk forever and never get bored, and plenty of stolen kisses. You'd also expected it to end as they usually did, but Eddie had other plans.

"So," he starts, kissing softly behind your ear as he presses you against his van, "I have a surprise for you."

"Hmm?" you murmur, completely entranced by his touch.

"Yeah," he pulls back, and you give a little whimper when his lips leave your skin. God, you haven't felt this smitten in...ever. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course," you say, slipping your hand into his. It's been two months since Matthew's party, since your first date with the sweet metalhead in front of you, but you feel like you've known him your whole life.

Eddie uses his free hand to open the passenger door. "Your chariot, m'lady." He gives a silly bow and you throw your head back with laughter as you hop in.

"No one makes me laugh like you do," you tell him when he slides into the driver's seat. "I'm just so happy with you, Eddie."

He grins. "I make you happy?" he asks incredulously. "Baby, you changed my life in the best ways possible. You make me a better man." He exhales and places his hand on your left thigh, rubbing his thumb along it gently. "That's why I booked us a hotel room for the night...if that's okay with you."

Your stomach flips. Even though you'd been willing to have a one-night stand with him that night at the Hideout, things were different now. Eddie was a permanent fixture in your life, and though your kids didn't know the extent of your relationship, they'd gotten very attached to him.

"If you're not ready, I won't be mad," he rushes, quickly moving his hand to the steering wheel. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"I want to." You take his hand and place it back where it was. "I really, really want to." You smile at him, watching him visibly relax.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

You can't remember the last time you'd stayed at such a fancy hotel; just the crystal chandelier in the lobby leaves you breathless.

"Eddie," you whisper as the elevator takes you to your floor. "You didn't have to do all of this." Being spoiled is not something you're accustomed to.

"Just you wait," he teases, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. You moan softly into him, and you feel him twitch in his pants.

You gasp when you open the door to your room: rose petals are scattered on the floor, leading to the bed. An ice bucket on the bedside table holds a bottle of chilled champagne.

"Oh my God," you manage. No sooner does the door close behind you do you place your arms over your boyfriend's shoulders, kissing him voraciously. "You...you're perfect," you tell him between kisses.

"I would've done more, honestly," he admits, "but I'm trying to be more responsible with money. I have a future to think about now, y'know?"

"Am I in it?" The question slips out before you can process the thought, and you wish you could rewind time and take it back.

But Eddie just laughs. "In it? Baby, you are it." He snakes his hands around your waist and lifts you so can wrap your legs around him. He brings you to the bed, hyperaware of his own strength. You can tell that he's holding back, that he wants to throw you around, but he's purposely being tame.

He kisses your neck, running a calloused hand up under your shirt and cupping your breast. "This body," he breathes, "baby, I can't stop thinking about it."

"So don't," you reply cheekily, arching your back as he deepens his neck kisses. "Makes me feel better about thinking of you all the time."

He moans into you, sending shivers down your spine. You take the opportunity to wrangle with the buttons on his shirt, caught off-guard when he jerks away violently.

"W-what's wrong?" you ask, startled. You feel yourself shrinking inwards, embarrassed by your own haste.

"'S nothing," he mutters. "Maybe I can keep my shirt on?"

You frown. "But, Eds," you protest, "it's really nice. I wouldn't want it to get...ruined or anything. Besides," you add, beaming at him, "I bet you have a great body."

"Fuck," Eddie exhales, blowing the stray strands of hair from his face. "Okay. What I'm about to tell you is a total mood-killer, but I just...I need to say it."

You sit up next to him, making small circles on his back while he collects his thoughts. Silence fills the room until he finally speaks again.

"So, Harrington and Buckley--they told you about what went down during spring break back in '86, right?"

You nod, stomach churning at the memory. "You were there, too, right?"

A harsh chuckle leaves his throat. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, baby, I was there." Another pregnant pause. "I almost died trying to save this stupid town."

Your jaw drops; Robin and Steve hadn't told you this part of the story.

"One of the freshmen I knew from Hellfire, he and I were in charge of distracting those goddamn bats," Eddie continues. "That's all we had to do. I decided that that was the opportune fuckin' time to be a hero, and I went back after we were supposed to climb back into the real Hawkins." A tear slips down his cheek; you wipe it away gently.

"They got me," he chokes out. "Ripped me to shreds, shrieking and gnawing and..." His chest heaves, giving way to sobs. "I barely made it; they had to drag my half-dead body out of there. When I woke up in the hospital, I was covered in these disgusting scars." His face contorts into a repulsed expression, breaking your heart.

"Oh, Eddie." You rest your head on his shoulder. "Eddie, you--you know that some scars aren't going to change how I feel about you, right? Nothing about the way you look could make me want to leave."

He shakes his head. "No. These are different. I thought they would've healed more by now; God, it's been ten fuckin' years, but they're still awful."

"Do they still hurt?" you question, suddenly concerned about all of the times you've leaned against his torso.

"No, not anymore. Just hurts me here--" he points at his heart "--every time I see 'em."

You look at him, right into his beautiful brown eyes. "I want to kiss them."

"Absolutely not," he protests. "I don't even want you looking at them."

"Then you can't kiss my stretch marks anymore." You cross your arms over your chest defiantly. He'd discovered the marks that lined your lower tummy during a passionate make-out session, the two of you pawing at each other like high schoolers.

"Wh-why?" he sputters. "I love them. Reminds me of what a badass you are, carrying those kids for nine months." He traces a finger where he remembers them to be.

"But I hate them," you reply simply. "I think they're ugly and gross, and I don't want you to see them anymore." You think for a moment. "And that includes the ones on my thighs and my boobs."

"So I'll just never see your boobs?"

"Correct."

"That's not fair!" he pouts. "Your battle scars are beautiful; mine are--"

"Also beautiful," you interrupt. "And if you'll let me, I'd like to show you how beautiful I think you are."

Eddie's misty eyes meet yours, and he nods slowly. "Okay," he concedes. "I trust you."

You unbutton his shirt carefully, revealing the red-pink scars that mar his torso. They snake around his ribcage up towards his clavicle. It pains you to think of him laying there, helpless, thinking he was going to die in a disturbing alternate dimension.

"What're you thinking?" Eddie whispers hoarsely, afraid of your response. You notice that he's avoiding looking down at his own body.

"I'm thinking that you're the strongest, bravest, sexiest, most beautiful man I've ever seen," you tell him truthfully. "I'm thinking that there is no one else in this whole world I'd rather be with right now." And with that, you nudge him so he's laying down, head against the pillow. You do as you promised, tenderly kissing his scars. "I love them, just like you love my stretch marks, Eddie."

"I love you," he mumbles instinctually, but his eyes widen when he's realized what he's said. "I mean--fuck, I didn't wanna rush into this; I know you've got the kids, and--"

"Eddie!" you cut him off with a laugh. "Eddie, I love you, too." You shift your body so that you two are nose to nose, and you press your lips to his. "So much that it kind of scares me a little."

"Me, too," Eddie admits. "At least now we can actually make love. That's what I really wanted for tonight."

"So make love to me," you say softly. You lay down on the pillow next to him and he positions himself on top of you, brushing your hair away from your neck so he can kiss it. Slow, soft pecks that send shivers of excitement through you, deepening as he allows himself to relax and simply be in the moment.

You wrap your arms around him and raise your hips off of the bed so he can hold you by the small of your back. "I feel like...like I just can't get close enough to you," he hums in your ear. "Like no matter how close I hold you, I'll always need more." He pushes his calloused hand under your shirt, and you let him undress you until you're in nothing but your lace panties.

When you start to unbuckle his belt, he takes your hand in his, stopping you before warning, "There's more of them on my legs." You nod and he lets go, allowing you to take in the lines on his thighs and calves that match the ones on his stomach.

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful," you reassure him. "All of you, Eddie."

"You keep stealing the words I wanna tell you," he sulks, but his sweet smile gives him away.

"Fine," you say, "no more talking, then." You start to push down his boxers; your only desire is to make him feel good, but Eddie has his own plans.

"Let me do this for you. Let me take care of you." His words buzz around you, and you comply without an argument. He hooks his fingers around your panties, tugging them off and tossing them behind him. His hair tickles your stomach as he trails silky kisses down to your aching sex.

"See, babe?" you tell him as he licks between your folds. "See how much your body turns me on? Feel what you do to me?"

Eddie pauses briefly to grab your hand and bring it to where his hard cock strains against the cloth of his boxers. "This," he hisses at your touch, "is what you do to me." He gives you a little grin, one that makes your legs turn to jelly, before settling back in between your thighs.

He finds your clit easily, taking it between his lips and sucking softly. You moan out his name over and over; Eddie Eddie Eddie, right there, don't stop, and he doesn't, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud until he feels you grinding against his face.

"Y'want more?" he asks, and you nearly fall apart when he looks up and you can see your slick on his lips and chin.

"Please," you cry out. "'M almost there, just keep going." He nods, lapping at your cunt until you can't take anymore, and the rush of your orgasm overtakes you.

Eddie wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, clearly impressed with his own handiwork. "I swear, there's no better feeling than making you feel good, baby," he coos. He reaches into the duffel bag he packed and pulls out a box of Trojans. "I'm prepared this time," he jokes.

You want to feel him raw, unsheathed, but you don't dare risk it. Maybe someday...you think, but push the idea away. You've only been together for two months; you shouldn't be thinking about having kids with him, no matter how wonderful he is.

He wriggles out of his underwear and expertly rolls the condom onto his cock. You take a sharp breath inward as he presses himself inside you, rolling his hips slowly to position himself.

"You okay?" he asks, bringing his hands to either side of your face.

"Y-yeah," you stammer, blushing. "You just feel really good."

"Stealin' my words again, sweetheart," he laments teasingly, thrusting gently against your walls. He's purposely holding back, though you're not sure if it's to keep from hurting you or to delay his own release.

"Eddie, you can--you can go faster, if you want." It comes out as a plea, and you'd be embarrassed at how needy you sound if it didn't turn him on even more.

"I just want to be in you forever," he groans. "Is that possible? Can we try, at least?" You giggle and pull him down to you for a long, slow kiss. It feels so fun, so right, to laugh during sex. You're more vulnerable than ever, and yet you feel a sense of freedom that you've never experienced before. Your mind, usually cluttered with your never-ending list of chores and responsibilities, is filled with only one thought: Eddie.

His hips snap into yours as he pistons inside you, unable to hold back any longer. You feel the coil in your tummy snap again, and you wrap your legs around his as the two of you finish together, Eddie stuttering into you as he brings himself down.

"That was incredible," you pant as he lays down next to you. You beam at him and kiss his nose before rolling out of bed.

"Where y'going?" he whines, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you back.

"Gotta pee," you murmur, already feeling the post-sex sleepiness set in.

"But I'm gonna miss youuuu," he drawls, jutting out his lower lip into the cutest puppy dog face you've ever seen.

You roll your eyes as you pad into the bathroom, and when you walk back to bed, Eddie's half asleep.

"Too tired for round two?" you whisper in his ear, and he laughs at the tickling sensation it brings.

"I was hoping we could cuddle," he muses, and you oblige, nuzzling your head into his neck.

"Eds?" you ask lightly, "d'you wanna put your shirt back on?"

"Nah," he says, yawning into your hair. "I don't think I do."

You both fall asleep, completely naked bodies intertwined. Young, in love, vulnerable, and free.

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[emsgoodthinkin]

look at him all angy and pouty cause i won’t lettem cum 😓☹️

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[urhoneycombwitch]

have y’all seen Erin Brockovich… that biker bf of hers….

thinking about being neighbors w biker Eddie. you keep busy with your three kiddos and are fiercely protective of ‘em and fine, yeah, you might be a lil judgmental and wary of the heavily tattooed heavy-metal biker boy who always waves at you all from across the way.

he seems unperturbed every time you wrangle your kids inside, ignoring his bids for attention, shushing your son who asks a little too loud about the neighbors cool motorbike- the guy just grins and calls out “you can come over any time, junior!”

then one day your piece of shit AC breaks and you have no one else to turn to but the biker boy who has a toolbox. and he stretches out on your floor underneath the machine, telling your son each name of the tool before using it. he even gets your notoriously shy daughter to giggle at a joke. he’s really not so scary, after all.

when he invites to a bbq with him and his uncle, your kids beg to go, and leaning into your instinct the four of you are on the Munson’s front porch in your summer beat that evening. Eddie plays a raucous hybrid game of hula-hoop and football which your eldest kids name “hoopball”, the baby on your lap screeching with delight and clapping her hands at all the activity.

later, as the sun dips below the horizon and your kids are stretched out on the grass with Wayne and a book, Eddie slides to your side and offers you a glass of iced tea.

turns out your resident biker boy is an INCREDIBLE flirt.

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[vxntagedior]

i'll be home for christmas

summary | it’s your first christmas when your newborn and now your first christmas without eddie

pairing | eddie munson x fem!reader

warning | angst, fluff ending, eddie is a simp for his wife and baby

word count | 1.5k

“Can you try to put the star up, bubba.” Your eight month old baby, Liza, was in your arms with the Christmas star in her hands. It was the first weekend of December and that was the time that you and Eddie would decorate for Christmas. 

Though you weren’t tall enough to reach the top of your overly large tree you chose this year, and Liza’s arms were still so small, so the star ended up on a branch, a couple inches from the top. 

“Good job.” You cooed, Liza babbled, pointing towards the star. “That’s right.”

The house was quiet, Eddie was the second leg of the tour for Corroded Coffin. It was his first tour back since Liza was born. After hearing that he would need to leave the day after Thanksgiving, for 3 months it broke your heart a bit. 

Hearing the phone ring, you set Liza down in the living room, with all her toys around, keeping an eye on her as you answered the phone. 

“Hello.”

“Hello.”

“Hey baby.”

You melted at the sound of Eddie’s voice, and though he was only gone for a week, you already missed him. If you were correct, he was in Las Vegas for the second night. 

“Miss you.” You whispered, “I set up the tree with Liza and got her to put up the star.”

“That’s great honey.” His voice was wavering. Eddie hated being away from you and Liza. Since she was born, you could tell that it changed his whole world. “God, I wish I was there.”

You didn’t know what to say, starting to change the subject, “You get any photos with Begas showgirls?”

When you heard that the band was gonna be in Vegas, you started teasing about unleashing his inner rockstar hoe phase, something he completely denied because he had a beautiful wife and daughter. 

“Yeah, totally.” He said sarcastically, “Went up to them and told them all about you and Liza and how I wanted a picture to put up on the fridge.”

“Oh my god, really?” You were just beaming at this point.

“No.” Deadpanned. 

“You’re no fun.” You giggled. “I wish I could stay on the phone, but Liza is about to put something up your nose, love you!”

Eddie kept the phone to his ear even after you hung up, slowly bringing it back down. Going back to the bed, he looked at the photo of the three of you that he brought into the hotel when they checked in the night before. 

It was Liza’s one month old party, something that your family did, a way of letting everyone meet the baby for the first time. Three of you were all color coordinated and Robin had snapped the perfect photo where Liza had her eyes open and was looking at the camera. 

Looking back at the tour schedule, their last stop before Christmas was in Nashville, about 5 hours away from Hawkins. Eddie went back and forth with the band’s manager, Zack, trying to reschedule the Nashville show so the last show would be in Indianapolis and he would just take a bus back to Hawkins.

Zack loved you, he remembered how when he first met you, in the Hideout way before the band had any stardom. He could see how much the two of you were in love and how you were basically the band's manager before he came along. 

“I wish Ed.” Zack sighed, “It’s too late to cancel and reschedule.”

Leaning back in his chair, Eddie looked up at the ceiling not wanting to cry. “Yeah I get it, I’m gonna turn in.”

They’d be on the road to Nashville tomorrow, only a mere few days before Christmas. Zack was able to send all the places they were staying so you were able to send a few photos to the hotel of you and Liza all geared up for Christmas. 

It broke him when he saw the matching pajamas the two of you were wearing. 

Coming into rehearsal when they reached Nashville, everyone could tell he was out of it. He was grumpy throughout rehearsal, getting into heated arguments when anyone who was willing to talk to him negatively. 

Zack couldn’t help but feel like it was his fault. He always listened to Eddie talk about you and Liza constantly, saying how much you missed being away from the two of you especially during the holidays. 

Being able to pull some strings, Eddie was able to switch some dates after Christmas so Eddie and the rest of the band could go home and spend time with their families. 

Coming back into rehearsals, after getting off the phone with the rest of the management team, Zack saw Eddie getting into a screaming match with one of the people who controlled the lights. 

“Eddie man!” Zack exclaimed, pulling Eddie away from the stage. “Let’s go out and take a breath!”

Pulling him outside, Eddie let a frustrated scream. “Fuck!”

“Hey, hey.” Zack grasped Eddie’s shoulder softly, “I know you want to go home and I couldn’t cancel the Nashville show but I was able to reschedule a few tour dates after Christmas.”

Eddie’s face morphed from anger to shock, looking at his manager.

“The next 5 tour dates have been rescheduled for after the new year, so after Nashville, we’ll drive up to Hawkins, hopefully we’ll be there by Christmas Eve and we’ll leave for North Carolina on the 8th, about 2 weeks with the family.”

Eddie could cry, saying nothing, he wrapped his arms around Zack, squeezing him tightly. 

“Thank you.” He said sincerely. 

Now he needed to tell you, he wanted to run to the nearest phone but once the rest of the band heard the news, they all said they should surprise everyone. 

By the time the concert had started, Eddie was giddy, making it clear to everyone in the audience that by that time tomorrow he’d be home with his wife and daughter.

When Eddie didn’t call after the show, something you didn’t mind, knowing how brain was after any show, but when he didn’t call the next morning you were starting to get a little worried. 

Soon it was noon, and still no word. 

“Zack.” You said the manager’s name. “Is Eds okay, he hasn’t called.”

“Oh I’m sorry honey.” He said sincerely, “The guys went out for drinks last night, and they didn’t come back til god knows who, he’s probably sleeping, let me go check on him and I’ll let him now to call.”

Letting a sigh, knowing that he wasn’t in danger, you said a quick goodbye. 

Christmas Eve, and here you were, worried about Eddie. You were sad, but you didn’t want to cry in front of Liza, though she was still little you could tell that she was grasping quickly onto her emotions and yours. 

“Let’s hope daddy is gonna have a good Christmas, just like us.”

You were in the kitchen, Liza perched on your hip as you started to make her bottle when you heard someone knocking on the door. “Hmm, Auntie Robin might be early.”

Unlocking the latch, you opened the door expecting to see Robin ready for the playdate. 

“Oh my!” Your hand went to cover your mouth, your eyes wide. Eddie stood on the porch, all in his glory. “What are you doing here?”

“Couldn’t leave my girls on Christmas.” He smiled, tickling Liza’s stomach, letting out little giggles, before wrapping his arms around you. 

“Oh, this is amazing.” You could cry. Bringing your other hand up to his cheek, letting you caress his skin, you leaned up kissing him softly. 

Feeling left out, you felt someone tapping on your cheek. 

“Do you want kissies baby.” Eddie smiled, placing his hands under Liza’s arm, getting her your grasp, peppering kisses all over your face. “Dada missed you.”

Coming back inside, you couldn’t believe that he was home. 

“How did this happen, what about the rest of the tour?” The three of you were cuddled on the couch, an old Christmas movie playing in the background softly. Since her dad came home, Liza was hyper to be with him soon passing out after her last bottle. 

“Zack scheduled the next couple tours after the new year so the band could go home. The past couple days were rough being away from you even though we just started the tour but I didn’t want to miss Christmas with you two.”

“Well I like this present.” You smiled, snuggling into his chest. Resting your head on his chest, your eyes start to flutter softly. 

Looking down, Eddie saw you and Liza now both passed out, both of you resting on him. Running his thumb over Liza’s forehead, Eddie leaned down to press a kiss to the crown of your head. 

All the concerts, all the tours, nothing could compare to being home with his girls.

fin.

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[honeystwiggypeach]

Holiday Barbies!

Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

Dad!Eddie Masterlist!

Tw- financial struggles, mentions of being laid off, and like slight mention of injuries?(I mention it once?)

Lucille was only three. She couldn’t understand that Eddie had been laid off work. She couldn’t understand why you hadn’t been bringing in much money after fracturing your leg. And she definitely couldn’t understand why her mommy and daddy couldn’t but her a fancy new holiday Barbie like one of the girls had at the daycare.

Her obsession with this barbie started whenever the girl brought in her doll and Lucy immediately was obsessed. When the girl went to the bathroom Lucy picked up her doll and cried hysterically when staff made her give the doll back.

The next time the doll is brought up is when you and Eddie bring Lucy to the store she wiggles her tiny hand out of Eddie’s grip and books it to the toy aisle running back with the holiday edition barbie.

“Mama!” Lucille squeals as she holds up the doll.

You hate telling your baby no…you look to your husband and he sighs trying to gently explain to Lucille why you two can’t afford it but she can’t understand so she cries into her daddy’s shoulder the whole way to check out.

And less than a week later while you’re putting Lucy into her car seat Eddie settles her book bag next to her. You glance to her tiny book-sack and see a lump of plasticky platinum blonde curls and you glance back to Lucy.

You grab the bag and pull out the barbie. A wave of guilt rushes over you because Lucy is too young to understand you and Eddie’s financial issues. She’s too young to know that what she did was wrong. You feel like it’d be wrong to punish her. Instead you let out a quiet sigh walking in and bringing the barbie back to the wailing child who Lucy had taken it from.

When you get back to the van you quietly inform your husband of what Lucy had done where you two have a gentle conversation with her about how it wasn’t right for Lucy to take from the other girl because she had something Lucy wanted…and of course when you get back home eddie counts up all the money in his change drawer making sure he’d had enough money before settling onto the couch with Lucy and one of those holiday edition toy magazines showing her all the Barbie’s. You listen to your husband explain which Barbie’s that she can get and you hear her sweet little voice and tiny footsteps run into the kitchen.

Mama! Look my Barbie!” Lucy tells you in excitement pointing to a beautiful holiday edition barbie. You glance to the living room seeing Eddie smirk as he holds up a ziplock full of change for you to see.

Guys I got a bit carried away with how long this one was and it’s probably lots of rambling but I haven’t written in for ever so😭😭Anywho let me know if you want to see more!

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[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Always

eddie x reader where reader finds out she’s pregnant and eddie gets kind of angry or something, so reader thinks he’ll break up with her, but in reality he’s just a little stressed since they’re still in high-school. He soon comforts her and lets her know everything’s gonna be fine, you can choose the ending or whatever:)

Request by anon 💞 hope you like this.

Warnings; angst, fluff, Eddie is the sweetest girl dad, timeline passes through 1986 to 1987 so it isn't canon compliant.

Likes or reblogs are always appreciated 💞

I do not give anyone permission to copy my work. ❤

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Pregnant... She saw the two lines on the test and felt like she was going to faint. How the hell was she going to tell Eddie this?

He was going to freak out she thinks worriedly. They had been together for over a year and they were very much in love but this was big, the biggest thing they had ever gone through as a couple.

What if he didn't want the baby? What would his uncle Wayne think? Her parents? Uncle Hopper? Sobs overtake her and she tries to will the tears away but they won't go no matter what she does.

She needs to tell Eddie.

💞💞

Eddie comes home looking shattered after a busy day at his job, he worked as a mechanic since he graduated and it paid really well and she was working at the library but she was still panicking and close to tears.

"Hey, beautiful" he pulls her into his arms and pauses as she is so tense. He rubs her shoulders and gazes at her concerned.

"What's wrong sweetheart?" her lip wobbles and she takes a breath then tells him.

"I'm pregnant" his smile drops from his face and his big brown eyes widen.

"What?" he wheezes out and panic flickers on his features and she swallows.

"I'm pregnant Eddie"

He runs his hands through his hair and they end up tugging on his curls and his fingers get stuck he swears removing them, his brown eyes flashing in anger.

"Shit! This is just fucking perfect isn't it!" he yells out and she swallows. Eddie rarely shouts at her and she feels a sinking feeling in her gut.

He was going to break up with her, she just knew it. There's no way he would want a baby and his reaction confirmed it.

It feels like her heart is being ripped in two and she can't breathe. She loves Eddie so much, so much and the thought of being without him was horrendous.

But this baby... She gently holds her barely there bump and feels a fierce surge of love and vowed to protect the baby.

Eddie stops mid-rant and when he sees her tears he drops to the floor.

"Princess, no please don't cry sweetheart. I'm so sorry", she wipes this tears away.

"Eddie, if you don't want this baby, if you want to leave I understand. I'll be heartbroken and I'll miss you like crazy but I would never force you to stay if you didn't want to" his eyes widen and he shakes his head.

"I'm not going anywhere princess, you're my world. It's just we are just leaving High school literally in a weeks time and yeah I got that job as a mechanic and it pays really good but I worry, worry that I won't be a good dad, that I'll be like my father"

She softens.

"Now you listen here Eddie Munson, you are nothing like your father, you are good and kind and your heart is so full of love no matter how much you try and hide it you know it is, you're sweet and protective and a good man, I know it, your friends, your uncle"

Tears slide down his cheek.

"I love you so much, sweetheart". She rests her forehead against his and kisses him.

"I love you too my love" his eyes meet hers and he knows it deep in his heart that they are going to be okay.

"We are going to be fine, you'll see princess, everything is going to work out"

💞💞

Everything was fine, better than fine, yn's family though worried at first especially her mother were fantastic during the pregnancy.

Hopper was overprotective of course he was it was his precious niece and Eddie actually thought he might kill him but he was eventually calmed down by El and Joyce.

His uncle supported them from day one and had built a new crib for the baby as a surprise near the end of the pregnancy.

Dustin and the rest of Hellfire were very excited about the prospect of a baby as were Nancy, Robin and Steve.

Max had designated herself and Dustin as the first babysitters which Steve and Robin argued and said it should be them.

El was curious and asked questions about the baby, yn being protective over her anyway as she was Hopper's niece grew closer with El because of it and the two of them were like sisters.

When Eva was born on a beautiful, sunny but cold October day and Eddie didn't know that he could love something so much, the fierce rush of love he felt for her almost overwhelmed him.

The only person he felt this kind of love for was yn and his uncle of course.

As he held little Eva in his arms her crying begins to die down and one of her tiny little hands latch onto his finger.

''Shit!" he mumbles as the tears fall down his cheeks and he cringes, fuck, he hopes his girl didn't hear that. He peers over at yn who is fast asleep, a smile on her face.

Now with his little princess here he had two princesses to spoil.

Eddie loved his girl so much and he fell in love with her even more while she was pregnant, he reassured her time and time again that she was the only woman for him when she had off days or was full of anxieties.

She truly was and he would tell her that a million times just so she would listen, she had always been his world, his dream.

Always.

Between all the family and kids they had plenty of willing babysitters for when they needed a little alone time and their jobs provided them with whatever they needed.

Sometimes it could be a little tight but they always managed and always had wonderful people surrounding them eager to help.

It wasn't always easy, nothing ever was but Eddie wouldn't have it any other way.

He was just cuddling up with yn after the most mindblowing lovemaking when he heard little Eva's cries on the baby monitor coming from the nursery.

Yn shot up ready to get out of bed but Eddie eased her back in.

"It's okay sweetheart, I've got this. Get some sleep", she smiles and kisses him mumbling a sleepy I love you.

"I love you too my queen, now sleep", he kisses her forehead then rushes through to Eva who is very much awake and who once she sees him is all baby smiles and makes grabby hands for him.

"There's my little princess" he lifts her out of the crib and settles on the old rocking chair he used to be cuddled on by uncle Wayne as a baby.

Eva's cries quieten and she coos up at him, then begins babbling away in her baby talk amusing herself. Her big brown eyes melt his heart and he begins to read to her to soothe her to sleep.

She's just like her mama that way though instead of Lord of the rings or The Hobbit (that will happen when she's older) he read one of the baby books El picked for her, it was Winnie the Pooh.

As he begins to read about the hundred-acre wood putting on voices for each character, Eva is enraptured but slowly begins to fall asleep.

By the end of the book, she's out like a light but Eddie doesn't leave, he just holds her, overcome with the emotion that he has two princesses who he loved more than anything.

How did he get so lucky? he wonders and smiles at that thought as he gently rocks Eva in his arms.

He would always love and protect his little family.

Always

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[luveline]

a june baby drabble (for which I have no explanation) <3

Eddie sits down with an over dramatic sigh, throwing his thigh over yours so your legs are interlocked. You lean in to him on impulse because that’s something you can do now, whenever you want to, and he cups the back of your neck in his hand, elbow behind your shoulders. 

“Okay, junebug, we’re ready!”

Junie bursts from where she’d been waiting in the doorway, looking as wild as she’s ever looked. Dark liner and glitter (hypoallergenic, according to your boyfriend) decorates her small eyes. She has a plastic guitar swung over her neck, her hands poised clumsily over the strings and struts. 

“Let’s rock!” she shouts excitedly. Rock sounds like ‘wock’ and Eddie’s timed it all so well that you burst into laughter as the music starts.

She strums frantically at her guitar, nonsense sounds hidden by the overloud music blaring from Eddie’s borrowed stereo.

You tip your head back with the force of your giggles and it slots right into the curve of his neck. He laughs in time, hand swung lazily over your legs to the popcorn bowl between them. He feeds you a half handful and polishes off the rest as Junie dances around the room, a ball of energy, a ray of total sunshine, a burning stage light. 

You applaud as she takes a breather, hair wild and eyes glazed with delight. 

“My rock star!” Eddie praises, holding his arms out expectantly. He doesn’t flinch when she runs at him full pelt, her guitar a half inch from hitting him in the jaw. 

“Rock and roll,” she says severely. 

You cram your mouth with popcorn and laugh as you chew. “Super rock and roll,” you say, hand over your mouth. 

Junie closes her eyes as Eddie’s arms pull her in that little bit tighter. You’d miss his touch if you weren’t always so enamoured by their relationship, the uninhibited way that she drapes herself over him, the more than natural way he receives her. 

“You,” — he kisses her cheek — “are,” — another kiss, this one lower — “amazing.” He presses a final kiss right on top of the first. “Now quick! Angel is next!”

Angel is the ‘88 song by Aerosmith, and it’s Junie’s favourite. She must’ve heard Eddie serenade both you and her with it a hundred times by now. She knows maybe ten percent of the words, primarily, “You’re my angel, come and save me tonight,” and she sings it so sweetly and with so much passion it always makes you smile. 

She bursts back into the middle of the room and takes up the starting position for a ‘soundcheck’. While she’s preoccupied, you place your hand as gently as you’re able to against Eddie’s cheek and tilt his face toward yours. 

“One day that tape is gonna break,” you murmur, “and we’re gonna have a big problem on our hands.”

He meets your soft gaze, his own full of a carefree happiness that cuts to the bone, leaving your chest a mess of warmth. “Oh no,” he drawls. 

“I’m serious.”

He leans in until your noses touch and presses a quick, firm kiss to your subtle pout. “I know you are.”

The pout turns to a smile soon enough. Junie screams for eyes on her and you spring apart, though Eddie takes the time to twine your fingers. 

“Go on, baby,” you encourage. “We’re watching.” Mostly. If you sneak looks at each other, nobody can blame you.

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Can you help me find a fic?

It’s single mom reader with Eddie and she has two kids named Matthew and Grace

Please if you find it lmk

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[whoahoney]

An Attempt at a One Night Stand Pt. 6

Summary: various Sundays with reader, Danny, and Eddie.

CW: Fluff, the slightest hint of spice, angst, slight SH (reader hits something), grief, adams death story, mentions of drunk driving, reader and Eddie argue, adult themes and language.

A/N: I’m sorry this took me forever, my metaphorical egg is scrambled, but I’m back baby 😩🤘🏻

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After that night, Eddie didn’t sleep at his house for another week, not that anyone was complaining.

The first Sunday morning the couple didn’t set an alarm, Eddie was awoken by the click of the bedroom door opening. He peeked through his eyelashes to find Y/n still sleeping next to him, her hair a beautiful mess on her pillow. Her back was mostly bare, save for the cami she wore to sleep. Then he felt the tap on his shoulder.

Eddie turned to find Danny rubbing his sleepy eyes, “Yeti? Where's mama?” He asked. Eddie froze, unsure where to go from here, “Uh, she’s sleeping. Right over there, see?” He pointed over his shoulder. Danny wasted no time crawling up onto the bed, across Eddie’s lap and into the small space between them with a flop.

Y/n groaned and stretched as she rolled over, slinging her arm over the little boy before she even opened her eyes. Eddie sat still, watching the scene. Danny was smiling already, his little feet wriggling under the blanket to get warm. Y/n kissed the top of his head a couple times. “Hi baby.” She mumbled with eyes closed as she nuzzled against his curls.

“Why’s Yeti in your bed?” Danny asked. Y/n looked up at Eddie properly, squinting in the early morning light filtering in through the window.

“We had a sleepover.” She said simply. Eddie smiled at her, smoothing her hair back on her pillow adoringly.

“Next time, can Yeti sleep in my room?” Danny asked.

Y/n looked as if she were at a loss for words, a chuckle slipping through her lips as she looked at Eddie, who didn’t hesitate to answer, “Yeah, kid. We can make a fort and everything!” Eddie offered, but not before the realization hit him that he can’t make decisions like those, it wasn’t his place.

His eyes darted to Y/n’s, finding her smiling dreamily at him. She noticed the panic in his eyes before she nodded, “That sounds like a fantastic idea.” She answered.

Eddie felt the butterflies erupt in his stomach, warm and fluttery against his every nerve. He smiled and laid back down, finally relaxed. “Can we eat?” Danny asked after a moment of lazy morning bliss.

Y/n’s eyes opened again as she crinkled her brows in agony. “Five more minutes, Dan, the suns barely up.” She mumbled.

“But it’s wake up time!” He reasoned.

Eddie chuckled, his heart an absolute mess over these two. “C’mon, buddy,” Eddie sat up as he whispered, reaching on the floor for his shirt. Danny crawled out of the blanket next to him, ready to follow his Yeti anywhere.

Y/n peeked her eyes open again to see Eddie’s bare back sitting at the edge of the bed, his curls falling over his shoulders before he pulled the shirt on over his head. She bit back a smirk at the light pink lines leftover on his pale skin, flashbacks from the night before already sending heat to her core.

Eddie stood and shuffled out of the room behind Danny, pausing at the door when Y/n sat up to follow, “Uh-uh, lay back down, missy.” He pointed at her and raised his brow like a stern father.

Y/n giggled and laid back down, her eyes still on him. “What are you doing?” She asked, pulling the blankets over her shoulder.

“I’m gonna make us some breakfast, and you’re gonna get up when you’re ready. ‘M gonna hang out with Danny til then.” He said simply, pulling the door shut before she could argue.

“Okay… are you sure you got this? There’s cereal in the—“

“Aht! I got it, babe. Get some rest, you deserve it.”

Y/n sighed, looking at her empty bed in the pale morning light. She smiled and rolled over, pulling a pillow over her head.

Eddie shuffled into the kitchen with an easy smile on his lips, finding Danny already sitting on the couch, his legs stretched out on the cushion in front of him. Sesame Street was on, which happened to be one of their shared favorites.

“Alright, buddy, what’d’ya wanna eat?” He asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Cereal!” Danny cheered, hopping off the couch and running after him. Danny sped around Eddie to the cabinet the cereal stayed in, opening it for him and pointing to the top, “See? See? Up there!” He bounced eagerly.

Eddie grabbed the box of chocolate crunch flakes, his own excitement rising in his chest, “This is my favorite kind!” He said to the boy, pulling down three bowls from the cabinet, one of them Danny sized. “Does mommy like these too?” He asked, pouring into the small bowl and ignoring the warm satisfaction that bloomed in his chest as he referred to her as such. He could dream all he wanted.

Danny shook his head, “She has her own, up there.” He pointed again. Eddie poured his helping and reached up for the other box, the cinnamon cereal making him smile. Lots of times he spent the night, he hadn’t been able to stay for breakfast, and the times he did, Y/n always made him a mouthwatering spread for all of them to enjoy. It never occurred to him that he didn’t know what kind of cereal she preferred.

He sat with Danny at the coffee table, watching the tv until he drank the chocolatey leftover milk. “Where’s mommy?” Danny asked, glancing down the hallway.

Eddie followed his gaze to the still shut door. “She’s sleeping some more, I hope.”

“I better go check on her.” Danny mentioned, eyes back on the tv as he spooned another scoop into his mouth and made to get off the couch.

“No, no, I can do that, bud, watch your show.” Eddie gave a breathy chuckle as he walked to the kitchen to prepare her cereal. He wondered if she liked it crunchy or more on the milky side. If she’s liked this kind her entire life or if this was a recent favorite.

He wondered if Adam ever made breakfast for her.

He gently turned her doorknob, peeking through the crack before opening it more to slip inside. He smiled when he saw her curled up in the middle of the bed, her eyes closed. The blanket was pulled up over her chin, her nose and eyes the only part of her face that was visible. Eddie almost regretted making her bowl, knowing it’d be soggy by the time she was ready to wake up.

But then her eyes fluttered open, kissing at the outer corners when she smiled from under the blanket. Eddie smiled back at her, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently pulling the blanket down to her chin. “Hi.” She quietly greeted. Eddie only smiled as his finger traced her cheekbone and jaw, his fingers extending across her cheek to hold her face. She leaned into his touch for a moment before she sat up. “What’s this?” She asked when she saw the cereal.

“For my lady,” he handed it to her, relishing the way her eyes widened in delight as her smile grew, “Danny wanted to check on you.” He added while she took a large bite.

She nodded, speaking through a mouthful shamelessly, “He thinks because—“ she swallowed, “because I check on him all the time, he needs to check on me too.” She shook her head with a loving smile.

“I’m sure he has to keep a very close eye on you, you’re pretty wild.” He teased.

She took another bite and swallowed before speaking, “He lines me out when I need him to, that’s for sure.” She scoffed. “It’s just been us, so.” She shrugged, “Guess he thinks I’m his responsibility, or something.” She rolled her eyes and took another bite, looking more contemplative than Eddie wanted her to.

“Well, now he’s got two of us to keep in line.” Eddie said with a cracked smile, noticing the way her eyes turned softer. She stared at him for a moment, long enough to make him worry if he overstepped.

Instead, she licked her lips, sweet from her sugar tainted milk, and pressed them to his. It was slow and loving, no sense of urgency found in the way they kissed this time. This was new for Eddie, but far from it for Y/n. She hadn’t allowed herself to feel this kind of tenderness in a long time, and had only just now realized how good it felt to be soft with someone again.

And not just someone, it felt good to be soft with Eddie.

She lost herself in him, unaware of their lips slowing to a stop as he broke it to pull back only a centimeter, “I got you.” He said the smallest whisper she’d ever heard from him.

She exhaled sharply and nodded, closing her eyes and resting her forehead against his. She wanted to say it. She felt it bubbling up in her throat, the ways she felt about Eddie. How she felt about his unwavering effort, patience, and love. All the ways he’d made her feel cared for and thought of.

She felt her mouth opening, still unsure of the words about to worm their way out, when Eddie spoke instead, “I better go see what he’s up to, he’s too quiet.” He chuckled adoringly before he kissed her head and headed for the door.

Before he could step out of the room she sat up real fast, “Wait!”

He poked his head back through the door, the sound of the tv turning on filling the once empty space. His gaze turned worried once again, that it wasn’t his place to check on Danny, to know things about Danny. To love Danny the way he did.

She didn’t notice his contemplation, or his wide eyes as she looked at him adoringly, his shirt and his boxers making him look like a certifiable DILF. She sighed and nodded, “Come back,” She l crawled to the end of the bed. “I want another kiss first.” She said simply, her heart absolutely on fire for this man.

Eddie smiled, looking like the child he was at heart as he crept back inside the room to plant an innocent kiss on her lips, but that wasn’t what Y/n had in mind. He pecked her lips once, her hands flying up to his neck to keep him close as she kissed him again, smiling when she felt his lips do the same. She kisses him again, deepening it this time and lightly sucking on his bottom lip. Eddie groaned and pulled away, “You are evil.” He mumbled against her. “Absolutely despicable.” He finished as he pulled away. His cheeks were warm with a blush, his morning wood on prominent display in his boxers now.

Eddie looked down and placed his hands on his hips. “Look what you did!” He scolded lightly. “I’m gonna go think about roadkill, and you, missy, are gonna stay in here until you can act right.” He shook his finger at her as he went to leave the room, but that wasn’t enough to Y/n.

She sat up on her knees and pouted playfully. “‘M sorry, I just couldn’t help myself. You’re just—ugh!” She groaned, “you make me wanna jump your bones every time you do something like this.” She shrugged.

Eddie chuckled, “Like what?” He shook his head.

Y/n rolled her eyes and instead of answering, lifted her shirt up to flash her tits at him. The gesture knocking Eddie backwards and clipping his shoulder on the doorframe as he cried out, “Holy shit—fu—I mean shit! Crap—dammit!” He struggled with his family friendly words as he made his way down the hall, the image of her smirk and immaculate rack burned into his eyes forever and ever… to be used at a later time.

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Another Sunday together, the day was warm, a breeze chilly enough to call for a jacket, but the perfect weather to fly a kite. Eddie and Y/n stopped into Melvaldt's, grabbing a few snacks for their little trip to the park, when Danny spotted a kite kit. The plastic spaceship made the boy's eyes shine, his whole face lighting up in excitement.

“Can we have it? Please, please, please?” The boy pleaded,

Y/n sighed and looked over the cart, picking which boxes to put back to fit the budget. She picked through the snacks she’d chosen with Eddie, picking up her favorite brand of cookies to put back when a ringed hand stopped her. “I got it, let me buy the kite, babe.”

Her eyes soften when she looks up at him, “Really?”

He nods, “Of course! I’m getting one too.” He smiled and dropped two kites in the cart.

And now, a couple hours later, she’s sitting on a blanket in the grass, a couple grocery bags of snacks and the wadded up plastic from the kite kits. She couldn’t keep the smile off her face as she watched Eddie and Danny in the distance, their curls bouncing with every stride as Eddie held onto the string, catching a breeze while Danny eagerly clutched the handle.

There were plenty of families at the park today, moms and dads with the same plan—load the kids in the car, pack a lunch and spend the afternoon enjoying the weather. Though Y/n couldn’t help but notice the wide berth everyone seemed to leave Eddie and Danny as they played, as if there was a dome around them that extended at least 5 feet.

She munched on some chips and watched the pastel people, their glances darting from Eddie and Danny to her and shamefully looking away when they met her hard stare. She’d grown accustomed to the looks they received when out and about, the three of them together. The way the community viewed Eddie made her skin crawl and her heart pound in her chest. How dare they?

They may have thought Eddie was a smudge, staining their town, but to Y/n he was striking crimson against the mundane background everyone else blended into. She was proud to see him in his beauty, in his loud and passionate nature.

As she was giving a bitch with a headband her best ‘go to hell’ look, a familiar, ear piercing screech sounded from across the field, Y/n’s eyes found Danny immediately, his arms reaching up towards the sky as his kite flew away. Without another thought, she takes off running towards the boy before he can get farther away. Eddie turns to Danny and points him in the direction of his mom, and as the boy runs towards Y/n, Eddie sprints in the direction of the kite.

Y/n reaches Danny and swings him up onto her hip, “What happened, buddy??”

“My kite string broke!” He held up his handle with a wobbly pout. “Yeti said he’s gonna get it back.”

Y/n smiles at her son before looking around for Eddie, spotting his dark figure in the distance, across the street climbing a tree in someone’s front yard.

“Oh, god.” She giggles and steps up to the curb, a tall slender woman comes storming out of her house to yap at the man dangling from one of her highest limbs.

“Eddie Munson! I thought I told you to stay outta my trees a long time ago!”

“Sorry, Mrs. Willick! I’ll be out in a sec, I swear, I just gotta—“ he grunts, reaching out for the plastic wing of the kite.

“You’re gonna bend my branches!” She crooned.

“—your branches are gonna snag my boy's kite!” He called back just as he gripped the wing of it and carefully descended the trunk of the tree, slipping at the last couple steps and falling on his ass.

He springs back up, checking that the orange tinsel tail is still intact, and smiles when he sees Y/n and Danny standing and waiting for him.

“Yay!!!” Danny bounced eagerly in his moms arms as Eddie crossed the street in long strides to hand it back to him.

“This better be the last time!” The woman warned, her voice less harsh as she observed the boy she once knew to steal her apples and TP her trees every Halloween, tying a small child’s kite string back together. She observed him and the woman he stood with and kept her smile hidden before going back inside.

“Thank you, Yeti.” Danny smiled and kicks his legs in a way that tells his mom he wants down to walk with them.

As they wander back to their spot, Y/n spots a child with Eddie’s kite and smiles before nudging him, “Finders keepers.”

He follows her line of sight and sags with false disappointment, “Gosh darn it—kids these days.” He jokes as he flops onto the blanket.

“Stay close, Danny, right here with us.” Y/n instructs and points to the grass in front of their space. Danny backs up and lets his kite fly higher, his tongue between his lips like Eddie could often be found doing. Y/n smiles with pride, watching her baby boy do it by himself.

A warm breeze brushed across her neck before Eddie rubbed her shoulder, and she realized he’d called her son ‘his boy’ and it didn’t even phase her.

She met his eye and smiled at him before she heard yet another screeching voice, this one unfamiliar. “You put that back over there where you found it!” The woman from earlier hissed at her child, the one that found Eddie’s kite.

The blonde boy walked over to Eddie with a quivering lip and tears streaming down his face. “I’m sorry.” He whimpered. Eddie’s eyes went big and he stood up to address the woman.

“He can totally have it, I wasn’t using it anymore!” He assured, though the woman looked him over with disgust.

“We don’t know where it’s been. C’mon, Tucker, we’ll get you your own kite.” She takes the boy's hand as he drops the kite on the ground and drags him away.

“I know that boy!” Danny chirped as he sat down with his kite still flying high. “He’s in my class!”

Y/n was ready to march over to the woman and confront her, until Eddie slumped. A heavy sigh moved through him as he shook his head, messing with his fingers and letting his shoulders tense. Y/n scoots closer and lays her head on his shoulder. “I can’t believe I saw you climb a tree. And so fast!”

She feels his shoulder bounce with a chuckle and his arm wraps around her as he relaxes. “Yeah, Mrs. Willick hasn’t ever spoken to me so kindly before.” He chuckled at the memories, “She might be in there calling my uncle as we speak.”

Y/n snorted and shook her head. “Tellin him all about the trouble his boy’s causing, huh?” She asked with another nudge.

Eddie’s eyes found hers, fearful before melting into tenderness when he saw the pointed look on her face. “You heard that?” He chuckled and blushed. “I didn’t mean—“

“You didn’t?” She asks, looking at the grass in front of them, Danny, now standing in his red high tops and frayed shorts as the kite flew and danced in the wind.

Eddie sighs and bites his lip, looking down at his hands before back up at her, “He’s my best friend.” He shrugs with a small smile.

Y/n smiles back at him and nods, “You’re his best friend too.” Eddie mirrors her and looks back at Danny.

“I don’t—“ he sighs, that tension coming back into his face before he shakes his head and stops himself.

Y/n turns to him more, “What?”

“Nothing! Just, I don’t want there to ever be a time I’m not his best friend.” He shrugs it off convincingly. Y/n nods, though still keeps her suspicion. Something was eating at him— maybe just nibbling right now, but nevertheless, something was bothering him.

“He couldn’t find a better friend than you, honey.” She mumbles and places her hand over his, her heart strings tugging when his fingers laced through hers and gave her a squeeze.

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Another Sunday morning started earlier than usual due to a phone call. Eddie sat up before Y/n was able to rouse herself and offered to grab it.

“Hel—Ahem—Hello?” He said through his morning rasp.

“Hi! This is Cindy, from the grill. Is Y/n in?” She asked.

Eddie’s eyes shot wide open at the mention of Y/n’s boss, was she supposed to go in today??

“Uh, yeah! One sec, she’s-shes getting ready!” He said before covering the mouthpiece and running across the house with the cord stretched. He slows down when he reaches there hallway and tip toes past Danny’s door before reaching Y/n’s.

“Babe!” He whispers and opens the door carefully, wincing at the squeak. “Baby, it’s your boss, she’s on the phone!” He whispers again as he tries to move closer and is jerked back by the taught cord.

Y/n bolts upright and wipes her eyes, “Am I supposed to come in?”

“I dunno! I said you were getting ready, take it!” He whispers and holds the phone out.

Y/n crawls off the bed and clears her throat before answering. “Cindy? Hi!” She looks to Eddie in relief, “I’m doing alright, do you need me there today?” She asks before meeting Eddie’s eye again and deflating. “Oh. Okay. Yeah! I understand. No worries, I get it! Yeah, I’ll check the mail. Thanks. Bye.” She stands there for a moment before she finally hands the phone to Eddie.

“What’s wrong?” He asks.

“Uh. Well. She just… kinda let me go.” She shrugs numbly.

“What?? Why?! You’re a great waitress!”

“Because I can only work certain nights, they got other people that can work full time.” She shrugs. “I dunno how I’m—“ she shakes her head. Daycare alone was nearing $300 a week, now. “It doesn’t matter.” She sighs and makes her way to the newspaper on the tv stand.

“What— Can you.. clue me in a bit, babe? I mean…” he smiles and shrugs, “I can help, you know.” He hints.

“Eddie…” she shakes her head at herself.

“What? What’s so wrong with me helping you?”

“Because you help me all the time. Like way more than a boyfriend should.”

“Oh. Is that—“ he freezes for a moment before his thoughts compute and he swallows, “Is that all I am?”

“Yeah, Eddie, you’re my boyfriend, aren’t you?” She asks, her tone a little pinched with nerves as she searches for the help wanted ads.

“I have been here every day since—“ he shakes his head, “I just thought it’d be fair. For me to pay my part. Right? I mean, I do my laundry here part of the time, I sleep here, I eat, I shower— c’mon that’s gotta be like $100 right there! Not to mention all your fancy soap and lotion I use!” He reasoned.

Y/n sighs, “I don’t need your money! You’re a guest in my house!” She insists. “I just need to find another job. Shouldn’t be super hard, right?” She turns the page.

Eddie nods, gritting his teeth as he tries to understand. “Okay. Well. Since I’m a guest, I guess I should go before I wear out my welcome.” He says calmly as he picks up his pants and pulls them on.

Y/n turns to him abruptly, “What? No!” She steps in front of the door before he can reach it, fingers curling around the doorway, “You can’t leave, you’re mad—“

“—C’mon, Y/n, let me through.” He said looking past her.

“No!” Her chest tenses, her hands almost numb as they trembled. “You’re m—you can’t—“

“—I have to go, okay? I’m supposed to help Wayne today, remember? You need to let me go.” He said softly through his clenched jaw.

She stares at him in disbelief, her brain moving so fast she can’t think straight. All she can think of is that day with Adam almost four years ago. She felt like she was back at the apartment they had together, standing in that doorway begging him to stay. Tears poured down her face as Adam readied himself for a drive and collected his belongings with his lip between his teeth and a thousand yard stare.

In her present stone faced daze, Eddie gently moves her by her shoulders and walks out the door.

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Y/n couldn’t get rid of the sick feeling that settled in her stomach like a knot that churned, turning over and over again. Her teeth hadn’t stopped tingling and her tears hadn’t ceased since they started the moment she hung up with Ginger, who was surprised Y/n called but still happy to extend her nephews stay.

She laid, crumpled over on the couch, the newspaper open on the coffee table to the wanted ads that contained jobs she didn’t want or wasn’t qualified for. So instead, she laid here and watched daytime television until she could find the will to do something else.

It wasn’t until early evening that she woke up to the lights and tv off. Everything sounded eerily still, even the weird sound the fridge always made was—

“Oh, fuck.” She hissed at herself before she jumped up from the sofa and raced to the kitchen, fumbling for the first light switch she came upon, and no matter how many times she flipped it, no matter the room, the power was off.

She glanced at the fridge to find her stack of utility bills stuck to the door. Crossing the room in two quick steps, she ripped the stack out from under the magnet and let the other pages fall to the floor, except the power bill in her hand.

“Due: Sunday, the 17th— are you fucking kidd—you’re gonna shut my shit off today?!” She yelled at the paper.

She resisted the urge to crumple it up and found a familiar lump rising in her throat as her chest began heaving with torn, panicked breaths.

‘You are so stupid’

‘You always mail the check, why didn’t you mail the check?’

‘Cause your head is too far up Eddie’s—‘

She clenched her eyes shut and let a couple tears fall before she took another deep shuddering breath and walked to the fridge. As she peered inside, she noted she should throw out the perishables, but then she eyed the liquor in the freezer up top and pursed her lips.

A bottle of Jose Cuervo sat next to his bffs; Malibu and Jack Daniels, with promises of a warm buzz that boosted her optimism in desperate times of need. And right when she desperately needed her spirits lifted.

She reached for the rum and twisted the top, hesitating only long enough to remember if she locked the doors, before tipping the bottle back and inviting the warm and spicy river to fill her.

She drank until she no longer cared about bills, or her job, or her fight with Eddie or that last night with Adam. She drank until it all muddled together—problems? What problems?

Bills? What bills?

Eddie? Adam? Who?

By the time night shrouded her windows in black, she’d finished the Malibu and moved onto the half bottle of Jack. She couldn’t remember at this point if she’d been drinking water like she meant to, but she did remember that there were enough candles to provide some light for the remainder of the evening.

Her body was heavy as she moved through the house like molasses, her eye on the hall cabinet where the tapered candles lived. She braced herself against the wall as the world began turning on her, fumbling at the handle that seemed to be farther away than it actually was.

When she piled the candles into her arms, ignoring the stray columns of wax that tumbled out onto the floor (I’ll totally get them later), she caught a glimpse of the leather bound book shoved away at the back of the cabinet.

The same book she sat with aunt ginger and made while she was pregnant with Danny, preparing to start his baby book and deciding to start with her own. They chose every picture together; her and Adam.

She sighed and shut the door, stumbling over her feet as she turned and walked to the living room. “No more, bitch. Ya done.” She mumbled to herself before she clipped her shoulder on the doorframe.

She lined them all up on the coffee table, clumsily pushing the bits and bobs Eddie always strung out across her tables and countertops—coins, wrappers, stray keys from work, maybe a couple enamel pins that had fallen off his vest— everything as far back as she could, along with the thoughts of him and his whereabouts.

She groaned as thoughts of him flooded her mind and she trembled with agony before striking her fist on the table twice. The sting hummed through her knuckles in an odd comforting way, enough to keep her grounded in her present task; light the fucking candles.

She let loose a shuddered sigh in lieu of a sob and grabbed up her bic lighter. With eyes wide open—willing it to help her eyesight— each wick crackled to life. Her room was cast in a flickering golden glow. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was Danny’s absence or her first day truly alone since having him, but time seemed to be stopped around her.

The weight on her chest was heavy, literally. She looked down and saw her locket, the attention it demanded might as well have been tugging on the chain. She clicked it open and saw their smiling faces, so similar and strikingly beautiful—and cried.

He was always beautiful, from the moment she saw him. His hair had always been long and shiny, his eyes were bright, despite their darkness, and his smile was sharp and wide. The funniest boy in class. The fastest runner on the playground. Adam Buckley was her first love, through and through.

They went together like peanut butter and jelly, matching scraped knees and cherry stained lips from the abundance of popsicles they shared throughout their long summer days at the creek with the other neighborhood kids. He had an affinity for lizards and garden snakes, finding the weird and gross the most interesting.

And despite how terrified she had been of the creatures that captured his attention, she listened to him ramble about them until she was brave enough to hold a newt. She’d been assisting him in his explorations for weeks, none of the other kids wanting to humor him in his curiosities except for her.

His little round chocolate chip eyes widened in delight, “Really?? Ya sure?”

When he’d handed the little lizard over, she squealed but stayed still, letting him wriggle up her wrist as Adam giggled in delight, “He likes you!” The newt paused, circling her arm like a bracelet before settling in her palm. Adam gently ran his finger over the scaly back and smiled at her, the closest they’d ever been at the time.

From there it was tree climbing and fishing, games of cops and robbers or detectives filling their days. Their skin grew darker and freckled the more time they spent together under the sun, eager to start back at school side by side.

Until she moved.

The heartbreak of leaving him in Indiana broke her little 8 year old heart. The fear of him forgetting all about her swallowed her up completely. The thought of the boy she loved so deeply, the boy that saw her so wholly, not thinking about her the way she did him—she couldn’t handle it.

But apparently, neither could he. She hadn’t expected the tears to streak his cheeks at the news of her family’s departure, but the sight both pained her and gave her relief.

He’d made her promise to write to him, to call him, whenever she could. That she’d come to his birthday party at his Aunt Ginger’s house that winter. With her pinky wrapped around his, matching tear tracks staining their cheeks, and hopeful smiles on their lips, she promised him all of it.

He’d pulled her into a tight hug, his bushy curls hanging over his ears and eyes tickled at her neck. “I’m gonna miss you so much.” he whispered.

“I’ll write to you so much you can’t.”

When she presently found herself in front of the cabinet door again, she sighed and wiped her face before yanking the door open and reaching inside. Most people’s childhood album isn’t entwined with the memory of their deceased love on every page, but hers was. Even on the front, peeking through a window was a picture of them their freshman year, really their first picture as boyfriend and girlfriend.

She sniffled a laugh at his braces and her own acne, the sparse whiskers that sprinkled Adam’s chin and her frizzy baby hairs around her face. They were both blushing, smooshed close in a booth after school at the gas station with their friends when her old friend Heather Barlow snapped the picture.

She flipped it open to find a picture of herself at age 3, the same as Danny. Little her was sitting on a crate with a furrowed brow and a frown—her timeout chair. There were other pictures taken at the places they’d visited, the trailer parks they stayed at, group shots of the neighborhood kids she played with. Another was her and her cousin dressed up in their mother’s clothes, gloves and jewelry too big for their little frames.

“Here we go," she sighed, finding where their pictures began.

And there they were, pictured with a jar of murky pond water, tadpoles inside. They held it between them, triumphant smiles on their faces. Her front corner tooth was missing and he sported flushed pink cheeks from the hot sunny day and a scrunchy he borrowed from Y/n to keep his hair off his neck.

She ended up sat on the floor against the couch, silent tears churning out of the corners of her eyes as she flipped through the years. She saw a picture of her mother, perched by the window of the camper, a pen and paper pad in hand as she gazed out of the glass.

She wondered how tired she’d been, practically doing it all on her own as her father pursued his dreams of travel—making them live off next to nothing and never staying anywhere too long. When they came back to Indiana, just the two of them, things were different—heavier, in the way that her mother left her without much guidance, taking her opportunity to explore her own freedom, before becoming fully estranged.

She sighed and turned the page, leaving behind her only two pictures of mom and pop without another tear shed. Instead, she cackled at Adam’s 7th grade picture, his shirt one size too small and his hair messed up from playing kickball at recess before the pictures were taken.

She found the only remaining evidence of the makeovers her and Robin would convince him into receiving at their hands, making him ‘over the top, show stoppingly gorgeous’ as he’d requested.

And then there was the pregnancy section. She reached out for the bottle of Jack and took a hefty gulp before turning the page.

There was Danny’s first picture as a little bean in the womb, along with a photo of Y/n and Adam outside of their first doctor's appointment, his arm slung around her with a gaping smile on his speaking lips. Y/n was mid giggle, her face flushed with anxiety and giddiness.

Another sip.

The next was one he’d taken when her bump was starting to round out, nearing that halfway mark, a book propped on it as she read comfortably. She snickered at the sight, remembering how handy the bump had been for bowls of cereal or takeout boxes, basically a table for anything she desired.

A couple times she’d wake up to Adam stacking crackers or cheerios until she’d inevitably move or wake up.

Two glugs sounded as she tipped the bottle back. She almost wretched at the taste, still refusing a chaser.

And then there was the picture of their first apartment, a snapshot taken on a Polaroid from their front door, her body a blurry frame in the kitchen as she cooked their first meal of soup and sandwiches, her bump big and round and heavy.

She sniffled and took a sip, the world a little bleary at the edges.

Another picture was their first night in their own bed. They’d taken great delight in picking out their sheets and blankets, excited to decorate their space—sharing a bed being something they’d romanticized over the previous couple of years. They laid on their backs, Adam holding the camera out as she snuggled into his side, the striped blankets pulled up over her nose as he smiled widely.

She missed the way his pillow smelled, the way his essence followed him and lingered when he wasn’t around. He was always so clean, woodsy and sweet. It was home. It had been for a long time.

Ever since their first embrace after being apart for a few years in their childhood, since he started wearing cologne and no longer smelled like a little boy playing in the summer sun.

The memory of his scent faded into something just as comforting, rich leather and citrus, muddled together with a hint of jasmine and smoke—the new home she’d settled into.

She choked out a sob and gripped the cover in her fingers until she feared she might scar the leather with her nails, dropping it against the table top with a thud as she clenched the roots of her hair and held her breath to stop the tears.

‘Where is he?’ She wondered, ‘surely he’d be back by now..’ her heart thumped and throbbed in her chest.

‘Maybe he’s sleeping at his house tonight,’ she rationalized, ‘what if he still doesn’t come back?’

The sobs wouldn’t stop, the sharp gasping breaths practically ripping open the seams of her chest she spent years trying to stitch back together. In this moment she wished more than anything to not be alone, for Danny to be home to snuggle and distract her from the pain like he had for the last three years.

Her wail began as a guttural moan before she opened her mouth and cried out into the empty house and dissolved into pathetic blubbering sobs.

She was racked with questions; why? Why did Eddie leave? Why did Adam get behind the wheel? Where was he going? Will he come back? Would he have come back? She’d never seen Adam so hurt. Looking at her like he didn’t know her at all,

“Why didn’t I just say yes?” She whispered to herself through her hands. Just then, the front door rattled as keys slid into the lock and clicked it open.

He sighs tiredly as he slips off his shoes and hangs up his jacket, the jingle and clack of his keys and pocket change hitting the entry table echoing through the house.

Y/n busied herself with fixing her face and rubbing her eyes to maybe regain some sobriety.

He jumped a little when he came into the room and saw her illuminated by only candlelight, “Hi,” he breathed in relief, his gaze on the candles and bottles before taking in her position on the floor in front of the table, her eyes puffy and cast low and nose pink and runny. His face had guilt written on it before he could notice her state and quickly fell into concern as he crossed the room.

“Hey, what’re you—come here.” He dropped to his knees and wrapped his arms around her, sighing in relief when he felt her bury her face in his neck and hug him back. “What are you doin, Angel? These bottles have a hole in ‘em or somethin?” He reached out to pick them up, sloshing them around and finding the rum empty with maybe a finger’s worth of whiskey left in the Jack.

Y/n shook her head, still hiding in his neck. The tension that weighed her down like a pack mule dissipated at the mere stroke of his hand down her hair as he nodded, “And Danny? Is he asleep?” He asked.

“S’at Gingers still, so prob’ly.” She sighed against him.

Eddie sighed before nodding, “I’m sorry.”

“No, Eddie, I’m sorry, shouldn’t have pushed you away for jus wanting to help, I’m jus—“ she sighed as she pulled back to look at him. “—I jus haven’t been able to count on anyone like that in a long time, and—“

“—I know, honey.” He cooed, stroking her cheek. “I’m sorry for overstepping.” He said after a second.

Y/n shook her head insistently, “No! No you didn’t, not a bit.” She slurred and focused on a curl that rested on his shoulder, knowing if she looked at him in his big brown eyes that she’d burst into tears all over again.

Eddie appraised her, noticing the smell that poured out of her mouth, her words running together every once in a while due to the drinks she’d been nursing all evening in his absence. “How drunk are you right now?” He asked skeptically.

“Only like half.” She shrugged with heavy eyes.

Eddie chuckled with a hand on her cheek “Mhm… so pretty drunk.” He tsked and looked around, “Drunk in a blackout? Blackout drunk?” He questioned.

“S’not a blackout, I didn’t pay the—they shut me off a week early.” She groaned.

Eddie chuckled and kissed her head, “No, baby, the lights went out at the shop, too. I-I tried to get here as fast as I could, but I had to get everything put up—Y’know those car lifts can’t come dow—“

“—So it’s gonna come back on?” She asked like a hopeful child.

Eddie nodded, “Yeah, it’ll get fixed soon, you’ll see.” He assured as he lifted the Jack and gulped the last bit down before sitting it back on the table and glancing at the now closed scrapbook.

He saw her and Adam on the front, much younger and smilier than he’d ever seen her before. She was still green and new, the innocence still dancing behind her eyes. Eddie smiled and slid it closer, using his finger to trace the edge before he looked back at Y/n.

“How old were you here?” He asked, getting comfortable.

She sniffled and cleared her throat, “Uh, I was-I was 15.” She nodded as Eddie looked back down at it with a smile.

“You’re adorable.” He snickered and she pushed him playfully with a glowering blush. “Shut up.” She muttered before opening the book to the first page of her childhood.

“Look familiar?” She asked as Eddie cackled at the pout on the three year old Y/n’s lips.

“Oh, you bet it does.” He said through his laughter, “Every time you have to get onto Danny he looks over at me like this—“ he points at her face again, “—like I dunno how you ever tell him no!”

Y/n chuckled, “It’s the puppy dog eyes for me, I can’t ever look him in the eyes when I’m trying to discipline him cause then it—“ she stopped before turning the page again and again, bypassing the rest of her childhood to find the page her and Adam shared, toothless and freckled.

“Holy shit.” Eddie breathed at the resemblance to Danny on Adam’s little face.

“I fell in love with him on the playground, y’know?” She chuckled and Eddie smiled at her admission.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. He had the longest hair out of all the boys in class. I always loved long hair, on everyone, but especially him.” She shook her head, “and he could run really fast. So, impressive, right? 1st grade and all.”

Eddie chuckled this time and examined the photos closer. “He loved you too huh?”

She scoffs with a smile, “Duh.” Eddie meets her eyes and shakes his head at her. “I mean in the 1st grade.”

“Yeah.” She nodded again. “He did. I didn’t think so at the time, just kinda thought he was nice to me cause no one else really was. But now I know.” She shrugged.

Eddie scooted closer and wrapped an arm around her as he turned the page, “I wanna know more.” He said quietly.

Y/n sighed and nodded, “I’ve been meaning to, I just get— I mean it’s hard. But I wanna share with you, I really do—it’s just so hard.” She said again, a sharp inhale rose in her chest, her eyes already shining.

“I know, baby,” he whispered, leaning his head against hers. “Thank you for showing me this.”

She nodded again and a moment stretched between them before she turned the page again. “This is when it really begins, I’d say. For me and him.”

“I’d just moved back. And when I left in 2nd grade, we were thick as thieves. So we wrote and called when we could. He wrote his phone number on my hand, and when it wore off I’d write it again,” she giggled, “I called him at a couple rest stops on our first trip—the one to Montana. And when I settled we mostly just exchanged letters every week, but when middle school hit, we met up in the summer, visiting family and all, and…” she lost herself in the memory for a second, “He just wrapped me in the biggest hug. And I knew he still felt it.” She giggled again before turning her head and nudging his shoulder with hers, “We kissed for the first time that summer.” She pointed at a picture of the two of them sharing a swing, looking slightly younger than they did on the cover.

Eddie’s lips quirked up in a smile, an unexpected one at that. He’d spent so much time worrying about hearing how great Adam was, worried he wouldn’t measure up, worried he wouldn’t be able to compete with their history or reach her through her grief. But hearing her reminisce on their love made his heart smile, so his mouth did too.

“Was it your first ever?” He nudged her with a teasing grin.

She blushed again and rolled her eyes before nodding, “Yeah, it was.” She giggled and looked upon their smiling faces smooshed together. “We, uh, it was our last day together before I had to go back west, and he was starting back at school, for 7th grade. He told me I’d gotten too pretty and that he was afraid a boy would ‘take my first kiss and do it wrong”

Eddie chuckled at the thought, Adam was a clever guy.

“So, I asked if he thought he’d do it right, and he said yes right before crashing into me, no warning— it was awful.” She laughed heartily, “I mean little me was absolutely quaking, it was magic, but that boy had no idea what he was doing for a minute.”

Eddie laughed with her as she turned a page, finding a photo of her large bump under a velvet dress, Adam standing behind her with hands around her stomach and a proud smile on his face. “You were pregnant at prom?!” He gaped and smiled at her swollen curves, his tongue almost flopping out onto the floor.

Y/n threw her head back and laughed before she shook her head, “We didn’t go, but we went to dinner and danced at home. People were always staring.” She rolled her eyes.

“People will always stare because you’re beautiful.” Eddie uttered.

Y/n whipped around to face him, leaning away to look at him properly with questioning eyes and gaping lips poised to ask, “Wh—why did you say that?”

“What?” He asked, with an incredulous smile.

She shook her head and let the moment sink into deafening silence before she answered, “That’s what he said.”

Eddie was stunned, finding his grip on her and stroking her assuringly, “Well, he sounds like a really smart guy.”

She giggled and leaned in to rest her head on his shoulder. “You’re so much alike, I swear you’d be best friends.” She trailed off, conflicted and worried she’d said the wrong thing.

Eddie sighed and despite his wishes, his stomach sank at the comparison. “Yeah, well, I dunno how that would work out considering we both love the same woman, might’ve caused a spat or two.”

Y/n felt the blow land in her chest, sending a shockwave rattling through her whole body. “What?” She asked.

Eddie shook his head, almost disappointedly, “C’mon, Y/n. You’ve gotta know that. Surely at this point you know I love you.” He said, withdrawing his hand.

Y/n shook her head, “I mean, I thought you might, but I just— I dunno, Ed, I just thought maybe you’d get tired of playing house with us some—“

Eddie gripped her face in both of his hands, leaning in closer and speaking with seething adoration, “—I love you! I’ve known it was you since the first night. I love you, and-and I love Danny, too! And I don’t wanna leave you guys, okay? I’m not going to!” He paused, searching her eyes, “What will it take?” He whispered almost desperately.

Tears streamed down her face as they sat in the silence, only the sound of Eddie’s quivering breath audible between them. “I love you too.” She breathed. “We both do, Danny’s crazy about you.” She amended.

“Yeah?” He asked, his eyes brimming with tears.

“Mhm.” She held his wrist, leaning into his tender hold.

“You’re gonna keep me?” He whispered, leaning his forehead against hers.

“Yes.” She whispered, a couple more tears sliding down her cheeks. He nodded before pressing his lips to her tentatively, a couple of chaste kisses in succession before they turned lustful and hungry.

Before she knew it, the world was turning and she was beneath him on the floor. His hand slide back into her hair, playing with the roots. “I love you.” He mumbled.

“I love you.” She urged against him before he could even finish talking, chasing his kiss and opening her legs for his hips to settle against hers. Eddie groaned at the way her legs wrapped around him, how tight of a hold she kept on him as if he’d disappear.

“Fuuuuck, Eddie—“ she breathed as he moved to her neck, his stubble brushing against her soft skin with every movement. “—T-Take off your pants.” She half orders, half suggests.

Eddie shakes his head, “Uh-uh,” he mumbles in the crook of her neck, “No sex tonight.”

Y/n pushes on his shoulders to look at him, waiting for the laughter to sound along with the familiar click and chink of his belt loosening, but he only stared.

“Why?” She asked with a weak chuckle.

“Cause you’re drunk, and I’m not.” He mumbled.

“That’s a bullshit excuse.”

“How?”

“We’ve fucked drunk before.” She reasons.

“You’re drunk, I’m not.” He shrugs, “It���d feel—“

“Well let’s fix that!” She pops up, pulling him with her, “—you in the mood for tequila?” She asked sensuously, her eyes heavy and her smile cool and relaxed beneath her warm cheeks.

Eddie chuckled and shook his head as he followed her, “Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me?” He asked as she poured. She slid a glass over to him and sipped deeply.

Eddie eyed the glass before curling his fingers around it and sighing. Y/n set her drink down and gazed at him in question. “‘S wrong?”

Through a sigh, he thought before taking a sip and speaking, “You really love me?” He asked.

She nodded, “Yeah, I do.”

He nodded back at her and breathed as he collected his thoughts, “Will you… tell me what happened? With Adam?”

She exhaled a long breath before taking another drink, finishing her small glass. “Yup.” She popped the P and settled onto a stool next to him.

“You sure?” He appraised her, her drunkenness still present based on how she slouched over on the counter, an easy smile on her lips and eyes heavy lidded. He decided to fix her some water.

“Mhm. S’now or never right?”

Eddie shrugged as he filled the glass, “Now… or later.” He smiled softly, setting the cold water in front of her and assuring her he could be patient.

Her eyes were glassy as they softened, Eddie’s tenderness being unexpected yet familiar. “Now’s okay.” Her hand found his on the countertop and gave it a squeeze before picking up the water and drinking. “M’ gonna have to pee after this, just so you know.” She mumbled and got comfortable in her seat.

“I was 8 months pregnant, 17 years old, and me and Adam were about to graduate,” she sighed and swallowed, finding the texture of the countertop more intriguing than Eddie’s eyes. “We’d just decided on names—Daniel for a boy, Layla for a girl—“ she smiled at the thought before it fell all too quickly, “We were really excited, and for a minute I wasn’t, Y’know, at the beginning.” She looked at her fingers almost shamefully, “But Adam assured me it’d all be fine, it’d work itself out. That we made a good team and that—“ her voice cracked and her breath trembled, “—that we’d always have each other so—“ she hiccuped and felt Eddie’s hand on her knee, “—so I was finally optimistic. We were making plans—it felt like forever, you know? Like we already had it, like it was already promised. And so the weekend before graduation, when he proposed—“ she said it out loud for the first time as the hot tears streamed down her face.

Eddie found his mouth gaping with a soft gasp, feeling useless watching the woman he loved break down in front of him.

“—when he proposed I was shocked— to my core! I-I was so rattled I could only stand there and look at him, and-and then when I finally opened my mouth all I could ask was why?” She scoffed in disbelief at herself before meeting his eyes. “Can you believe that?? How could I not say yes?!”

Eddie’s words caught in his throat as he stuttered out a response, “W—I-I dunno, wh-why didn’t you say yes?” He asked carefully, worried about pressing the wrong button.

She shook her head and shrugged, “I-I-I dunno! I mean, I was 17, and super pregnant! It was like walking around with a wedding ring already, you know? And I had every intention of marrying him, I just—I wanted to make it past high school! I didn’t want the rest of my life to change—I know, it’s dumb, now that I think about it, trust me, I know how awful it sounds—“ her voice pinched again with swelling emotion before Eddie cut her off.

“—hey! No, no, don’t say that—did he want you to… not go?” He shrugged as he dropped his voice.

She nodded, “He didn’t want me to work, either. I should say ‘have to work’ but I wanted to, and he wanted me to be able to take care of Danny and not have to pay for daycare while he worked—he made good points but it just wasn’t— ugh…” she groaned as the gears in her head wedged and stopped.

“… wasn’t what you wanted?”

Y/n sighed, closing her eyes as she nodded. “For the first time I didn’t agree with his plans.”

“And then?” Eddie pressed, bordering on concern.

“He said he had to leave.” Her voice broke before she sniffled again, hands tangled in her lap. “I- I was so upset, and confused, and I just wanted to talk, but Adam thought—“ she inhaled sharply and steadied herself before pouring herself another shot.

Eddie’s heart wrenched for her, wondering how many nights she bore this weight on her shoulders.

“Adam thought I didn’t love him anymore. Or that I hadn’t. I don’t know,” she shook her head, “But instead of listening, he wanted to clear his head and drive.”

Eddie's heart pounded in anticipation, knowing what came next.

“Next thing I know, I get a call in the middle of the night—the police telling me he’s been in an accident with a drunk driver, that he’s at the hospital but it was too late, he was...” She sobbed into her hands before Eddie lurched out of his seat and wrapped his arms around her and held her tight.

“Baby, I’m sorry— I’m so sorry.” He cooed and stroked her hair as she heaved and sobbed into his chest.

“He died thinking I didn’t love him anymore! And-and I didn’t even get to see him before—“ she shook her head, “—before they cremated him.”

Eddie stayed silent, though his affection was worth more than anything he could think of saying. “‘M so sorry, Y/n, I really am. I-If I pushed too much, I didn’t mean—“

“No, no.” She sniffled and wiped her face, “You deserve to know, I mean, you’re—“ she shook her head again as she struggled for words. Eddie reached out and wiped away the fresh tears as they fell.

Eddie watched wearily as she combed her mind for words that failed her. After a moment more he spoke up softly, “You don’t have to hurt alone, okay? Not anymore.”

More tears welled in her eyes as she nodded and wrapped her arms back around him for another embrace. “I got you. And you got me, I already know.” He smiled, settling his head atop hers. She chuckled softly and he felt her nod beneath his chin.

After a comfortable moment stretched between them, enjoying each others embrace and warmth, the lights flickered back on. Y/n looks up and around at the house, relief flooding her body.

“See? Blackout.” He smiled proudly.

She sighed deeply with a blooming smile on her lips, looking up at him fondly through the red lenses over her eyes, still tinted with her lingering grief and pain. But through it all, her softness remained. The softness Eddie had been digging for.

And it was so beautiful to see.

She’d always had a sexual prowess, a confident air about her that made him feel like a trembling virgin during their bedroom encounters. He used to envy the other men that had her before he did. But now he was assured that she hadn’t shared this part of herself before— not with many, anyway.

But to be one of the few was an honor.

“You know he knows you love him, right?” He whispered.

She looked up at him with a pinch in her brows, “How do you know?”

“Because, if he and I are as alike as you say we are—he was just confused, okay? Our… fight had me worried too. And I’m so sorry for scaring you, if I had known—“

“It’s okay, Eddie, you didn’t.” She assured almost tiredly. “I’m just… I’m so tired of carrying the regret. This overwhelming sense of… responsibility for what happened to him—I haven’t even told Ginger or Robin everything that happened because—” She hid her face as the tears came again. “I don’t wanna feel like this anymore…. then again… if I.. it feels like I’m letting him go.”

Eddie shook his head, “Hey, hey, no. Don’t do that to yourself.” He whispered, finding his palm on her cheek and fingers in her hair. “You showed him every day how much you love him. You know that? All the time you spent together, it wasn’t for nothing just because of one fight and a freak accident—look at me—“ he said firmly, and her eyes snapped up to meet his as the tears continued to stream down her face, “You didn’t tell him to leave,” she shook her head no in confirmation, “—you didn’t make him get in the car, and you damn sure didn’t hand the keys to the drunk driver.” He reasoned with her like a father calming a child.

Her eyes clenched closed and she loosened a ragged breath, her shoulders sagging with relief at his words she didn’t know she needed to hear. She leaned forward against his chest, submitting to his affection and love as her sobs subsided to sniffles and he swayed them soothingly like he’d seen her do with Danny dozens of times.

After a while, Eddie’s playing with the loose locks of her hair as he looks over at the table and candles. “What do you say we turn out the lights, get in bed, and look at more pictures? I wanna hear some better stories about the guy, I know you have a ton.” He smiled down at her adoringly.

Y/n wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands and smiled to herself before nodding in agreement. “I might have a couple.”

Eddie kissed her forehead before parting and turning off the lights throughout the house as Y/n blew out the candles and carefully collected them. She carted them to her room, as he smiled and followed after, scooping up the leather bound book as he went.

He found her pantsless and attempting to flick the lighter to life, her drunken fingers not making contact like they should due to the tingling numbness in her fingers. “Here, baby, let me.” He offers as he gently takes it and lights each wick with ease. “Go lay down, Jackie D, and prepare to tell me the best story you have.”

“Ooh! Drunk bedtime stories.” She gleamed, making for the bed and crawling up the end with excitement.

Eddie chuckled as her booty swayed side to side, her floral granny panties looking so fine stretched over her ass. He dropped his pants and stripped off his shirt, following after her. She pushed the covers back and patted the spot next to her, a divet in the space that belonged to him.

Instead of settling in his spot, he leaned over and pressed a lingering kiss to her cheek. “I love you.” He whispered.

She sighed in content as he covered the both of them up and systematically fluffed the pillows before positioning them like a nest and propping his head up on his arm. “I love you too, Eddie Munson.” She said with a smile. He sent her a blushing grin before opening the book to the page they left off, then turned another.

“Whoa!” He laughed and pointed at the picture of Adam with his makeup masterfully done, while Y/n looked like hers was done by someone who put in good effort but lacked experience. Their hair was pinned up in rollers and sported smudged lipstick smiles.

Y/n joined in his laughter and blushed at the memory, “Oh god, well, Adam got high and I convinced him to let me do his makeup, and he wouldn’t let me unless I let him do mine so we did it at the same time—it was a mess.” She giggled and traced the edge of the picture, talking about the way he tried to use mascara on her eyebrows and lip liner on her eyelids.

As much as he was worried about how it would feel listening to her gush about him this way, expressing her raw, unadulterated love for a man who would be forever perfect, he felt his heart warm in admiration of her. Of how purely she loved. Of how well she was loved.

And because of her love for Adam, her love for Eddie was all the more special.

When he reached the last page, there was a picture of Y/n and Danny in the hospital. He looked over at her to find she had fallen asleep. Eddie continued to study the photo; a framed picture of Adam sat on the table next to them in front of a vase of flowers and a blue foil balloon. Y/n’s smile was tired and forced in the one shot she looked directly at the camera, but the next she looked down at Danny and the warmth was evident in her face as she adjusted his little hat.

Eddie glanced over at her, finding her mouth agape and a steady stream of drool flowing onto her pillow. He chuckled and brushed her baby hairs away from her face before closing the book and placing it on the table alongside the candles that were now extinguished.

He leans over to kiss her head and pull the blankets up, whispering “Goodnight, sweetheart.” Before settling next to her and finding purchase on her waist.

In her sleep she rolled over and wriggled back towards him, making him smile and squeeze her once for good measure before she spoke, her voice a rasp from the evening of tears and whiskey, “G’night, Adam. I love you.”

Eddie inhaled deeply before nuzzling his face into her neck and whispering, “I love you too, baby.”

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Sarah does Eddie come back? I need to know if he comes back for us😭😭

Hiii lovey!! So I’m in a good mood so I’ll give you the answer, it’s yes. Eddie does come back for you and here is the conversation y’all have when he gets there, enjoy!💖

-find all things One Night Stand Eddie here✨

*Eddie has come to tell you the three words you never thought you’d ever hear come out of his mouth*

“Please don’t be asleep already…please don’t be asleep…plea-” “Are you talking to yourself? That’s a new level of weird….” “Jesus! What the fuck are you doing down here?” “Waiting for the elevator.” “You’ve been waiting for the elevator this whole time?” “Well…no…I kinda forgot to uhm push the button when…you left.” “Uh…have you pushed it yet because….the light isn’t on.” “Oh fuck…there yes..I have pushed the button.” “Will you…just let me walk you upstairs…please?” “Eddie it’s almost one in the morning can you just go home and we can finish this whole pointless argument tomorrow?” “I don’t want to argue with you…I know why you were with Steve and I’m sorry I reacted the way that I did..” “Did you know Dustin can skate backwards? It’s pretty impressive.” “Are you ignoring the fact I said I was sorry?” “No…I’m just waiting on you to elaborate on why you’re sorry…you know since there’s so many reasons you could be apologizing to me right now.” “I’m an asshole.” “While I’m so happy you’ve come to terms with that…I thought you were apologizing not just stating facts?” “I’m sorry I was an asshole to you about being with Steve…I just…I feel this…need to know what you’re doing all the time and I’m sorry.” “I get it Eddie…I’m carrying your daughter and you feel protective of her and I understand but you have to realize I’m an adult and there’s going to be times I go do things without telling you because I don’t have to let you know where I’m at and who I’m with all the time.” “It’s not just her I feel…protective over it’s..it’s you too…I know you’re going to do things and hang out with people without me knowing and it’s fine I’m going to try…to be more understanding about it…” “why do you feel you need to protect me?” “Because you’re new in town and…you don’t know a lot of people here and I don’t want you to get hurt.” “You don’t want me to get hurt?” “Yeah by the fucking jackasses in this town…I know you don’t trust easy and clearly you’ve had some…shitty men in your life and I’m just…I’m trying not to be added to that list.” “You’re not doing a very good job…” “I know and I’m sorry…will you please let me walk you to your door?” “I would but…honestly my feet hurt so bad I don’t think I can walk at this moment in time so I’ll just take the elevator.” “What? No just…sit down on the step and uhm…I can…rub them for you? Maybe that’ll help and then we can…take the elevator together just in case you…get sick.” “This is the second time you’ve mentioned rubbing my feet tonight…are you into feet or something?” “No no…I just wanna help you feel better.” “I’m kidding…yeah sure you…can rub my feet..that would be fine.” “Okay here give me your hand…that’s it okay now just sit…down…good job…uhm…so Dustin can really skate backwards?” “Yes it was so cool and Lucas and Will can dance on skates…next time you need to come.” “Yeah sounds like I missed quite the party…how’s that feel?” “Like I could fall asleep right here on these concrete steps….thank you.” “For what?” “Coming back…I’d still probably be standing there having not pushed the damn button for the elevator…” “Next time I won’t leave.” “Promise?” “Yeah….I promise.” “Good because I was ten seconds away from calling Wayne…”

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Tattoo Sleeve

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You get called at work to pick your daughter up from school.

Word Count: 2354

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“Hello, this is Kraken Studio. How can I help you?” There’s a pause before you hear your receptionist's chair scrape against the floor. “Oh yes of course I’ll get her on the line right away.” There’s a knock against the walkway into your room at the studio and you glance up from your work briefly to find Steph standing there.

“What’s up?” You go back to tattooing your client's forearm focusing on the lines of the flowers printed on her skin.

“The school’s on the line for you. Something about Fae, they wouldn’t give me specifics.”

“Why are they calling me? Normally they call Eddie.” You stop tattooing immediately, sitting up straight and turning towards the woman in the chair. “Do you mind if I take this call real quick?”

“No go ahead.” You rush over to the front desk, anxiety filling you on what could’ve happened for them to be calling about your daughter.

“Hello?”

“Is this Mrs. Munson?”

“This is she.”

“We need you to come get Fae from school.”

“Okay, I’ll be right on my way.” And after making sure your current client was okay with sitting there while you go grab Fae you were off.

“You should’ve called my dad.” Fae says in a sing-song voice from her seat in the office. She swings her feet as she leans forward to look at her principal after the phone call ends.

“Your father would’ve been upset with us for calling him for this like he was last time. Your mom will at least hopefully prevent something like this from happening again.” Fae just shrugs and looks back towards the wall knowing you’re going to be even more pissed, a word she knows thanks to your foul temper, that they called you to pick her up than her dad would’ve been. 

You get to the school in no time at all, the drive from your shop only being a few minutes and you rush in without throwing on a jacket like you normally would’ve to keep some sort of professionalism during parent teacher conferences or other school events that Eddie couldn’t make it to so you had to fill in. He was the school parent because you hated it and the parents of other children more than he did. Besides you worked a lot, at least that was one of the original excuses you had when the topic first came up.

You burst into the office not knowing if your kid was sick or hurt and full of worry over it. You scan the room, eyes landing on Fae sitting in the corner, a big smile carving into her face as she spots you. You miss the way the secretary and the principal’s eyes bulge when they see all the ink on the skin your tank top is showing in your rush to her side.

“Hey baby, are you okay? Do you feel sick? You’re not warm or anything.” You move your hand from her forehead and search her face for signs of distress.

“Hi mama.” She just keeps smiling at you and when she moves her arms you spot the colors on her left one and chuckle.

“Did dad give you tattoos again?” She nods and you kiss the top of her head before standing and walking up to the desk to figure out what’s going on and start signing her out. “So what’s going on, why do I need to take her home? Did she hit someone again?” She had gotten your temper and willingness to fight in the gene pool, it was something you and Eddie were working on with her.

“She refuses to wash off the temporary tattoos and she can’t be here with that many.”

“What?” Your face scrunches up in the middle of signing your name. “So she has to go home because of a fake tattoo sleeve?” There’s annoyance thick as honey in your voice and the principal, a bitch that you can never remember the name of, nods. “Why, it’s fake!”

“Ma’am she can’t show up to school like that.”

“Why not? She’s not hurting anyone with it.” It takes everything in you to not start cursing at her. If you let your temper out now in front of Fae it’ll just backtrack all the progress you’ve made with her own.

“It’s been a distraction and is leaving a bad influence on the other children.” The pencil you’re holding snaps in your hand causing the two women in front of you to flinch. Fae just gets up and starts moving towards the door knowing it won’t last much longer.

“Bad influence?! They’re all seven and the tattoos are fake! She’s not doing any harm by having them and even if other kids start wanting fake tattoos because of it then I don’t see what the issue is.”

“Parents have been complaining about-”

“I don’t give a rat's ass about the other parents! Come on Fae you can come hang out in the parlor with me until your dad gets off.” You gently take the backpack from her hands on your way out the door and swing it around your shoulder so you can take her hand in yours. Once you’re out by the car you put the bag in the back seat but crouch down before Fae can climb in.

“Fae sweetheart mama’s temper came out a little bit back there what do we say when that happens?”

“It’s okay to be angry but not okay to break stuff and cuss because of it.” You nod and bring her into your arms for a hug. “Do we need to go to your calm space mama?” She places both of her little hands on either side of your face and pulls back to meet your eyes.

“No baby, you’re my calm place so I’m already there.” You boop her nose, getting a laugh out of her. “Now let's get a move on, these fu-they called me in the middle of an appointment and I told her I’d be back soon.” You cut yourself off from swearing in front of her again as she gets into the car excited to be going to work with you.

“Hello?” Eddie answers the phone with a cigarette between his lips after getting handed it unexpectedly.

“Hi daddy!” He smiles wide as he hears his daughter's voice come through the line.

“Hey Princess! You’re not in school, are you?”

“Nope. I’m with mama at work.” “Shit, they send you home for the sleeve again?” He didn’t wait for a response before continuing knowing what the answer would be. “We in trouble with mom?”

“No but she had a temper tantrum.” 

“Did she now?” His voice is teasing and he lets out a quiet laugh as he faintly hears you in the background telling her not to snitch. “I’ll be done in the next hour or so alright? Ask mom if she wants Chinese again or if she wants McDonalds.”

“McDonalds!”

“You didn’t even ask missy, but if that’s what you want then that’s what you’ll get. Bye Sweetheart gotta get back to work.”

“Bye!”

The bell rings above Eddie’s head as he walks into your tattoo parlor, a happy meal in one hand and a regular to-go bag in the other. He smiles with a nod in greeting to Steph raising his pinky and ring finger in a half wave. He can hear Fae talking to you and the hum of your gun from the next room and his smile only grows. 

“Food delivery!” He leans against the door frame holding both hands up to display the bag and box. A smile splits across your face from where you’re focused on the crown you’re inking onto Steve’s chest at the sound of his voice. “Fancy seeing you here Harrington.”

“Daddy!” Fae rushes up to him and he immediately hoists her into his arms, a feat not easily done with the food in his hands, before making his way over to your seat. 

“Yeah, hi Eddie.” He cringes as you shade it in some more and you take that as your cue to take a break and greet your husband. 

“Hey Sweetheart.” He swoops down for a kiss while Fae half giggles at how it jostles her and half fake gags at seeing it happen in front of her. 

“Hi baby. Can you just put the food on the table by the couch I’ll eat once I finish Steve up.” You turn your attention back to his tattoo and start shading again. 

“Course.” He nods and heads over. You didn’t have to tell him that though, it’s what he always did when you were still with a client when he arrived. 

Him bringing you food has been the norm since you opened the place up a few years ago after Fae was old enough to start school. He’d bring you food when he got off of work at the auto shop knowing you probably haven’t eaten anything since breakfast with Fae in the mornings before school. Then he’d eat with you and hang around until it was time for him to pick up Fae from school and then he’d bring her right back to the parlor until your last client was done and you’d all go home together. It was a daily occurrence really.

“So the school called you instead of me this time?” Eddie asks as he helps Fae open up her box and get her nuggets out.

“This time?” He freezes like a deer in headlights realizing his mistake. At his silence you straighten up and turn to face him making sure to move the gun away from Steve so you don’t accidentally mess up the shading or press too hard while you look away. “What do you mean this time?”

“Now darling, honeybunny, stay calm. You don’t want to have another outburst in front of our little fairy now do you?” He puts his hands up like he would if Hopper had caught him doing something he shouldn’t have.

“Edward Joseph Munson, you better explain yourself right now.”

“So you know those days where I came with food and Fae and I claimed to have just picked her up early because I missed her?” You nod running your tongue over your teeth as you glare at the man you love. “Well I did miss her, that wasn’t a lie because I miss her and you when we’re all apart,” his words do the trick to soften you up just like he wanted them to, “but I only picked her up because they called me about her sweet tatties.”

“So this isn’t the first time she’s been sent home because of temporary tattoos?” You spit the last two words out like they’re offending you.

“No, though technically the first time it wasn’t because of the tattoo itself but because she kept claiming that it was real and that she was going to get more. We’ve slowly just been adding more fake ones on her body the more she’s sent home, she wanted a sleeve this time though instead of just having them scattered.” It’s silent for a beat with you staring at Eddie letting his words soak in. “They probably called you because everytime they call me it doesn’t actually solve the problem and you never go in there ink on display so how would they know you would get so mad. Why did you anyway?”

“First they call me in the middle of an appointment and then when I get there you know what they said to me? That Fae is a fucking bad influence on the other children because she wears fake tattoos.”

“Hey language, she's right there.” Your glare shoots towards Steve and he shrinks back into the seat looking towards the wall while Eddie cringes at the fact that he spoke at all. “Right, shutting up now.”

“Fae can you do earmuffs please?” She nods and covers her ears with her hands after shoving a nugget in her mouth. “And to top it all off apparently some cunt parents are fucking complaining for who knows what goddamn reason. I didn’t let her bitch of a principal finish the sentence she was about to say about them. I bet one of them is that little miss priss Angelina who’s always looking at you like you killed her fucking dog.”

“Hey, woah easy sweetheart.” Eddie’s voice is barely above a whisper as he moves to stand in front of you, his hands going to your shoulders to soothingly rub up and down but you immediately latch onto the comforting sound of it. Eddie’s taken on the role of calming you down when you get worked up time and time again so the minute the tone he only uses for it reaches your ears your shoulders sag and the fire behind your eyes starts to go out. 

He’s been calming you down since you transferred to Hawkins your senior year of high school and became friends with him. The first time was after you just turned around and punched one of the girls on the cheerleading team for calling him a piece of shit or something, he hadn’t even been paying enough attention to know what she said he had gotten used to comments being thrown behind his back after all the Vecna stuff happened. It had been the first time you encountered it though and it immediately set you off.

“Who cares about what other parents think? And I’m sure you told Ms. Croslin exactly how much you don’t care, yeah?” You huff and nod at him. “There’s nothing else we can do and they can’t exactly do anything rash like suspend her just because she wears temporary tattoos. So, why don’t you finish Stevie’s tat and eat before you get hangry.”

“Okay, yeah you’re right. Steve’s my last client of the day anyway so I’ll clean up after we eat and we can head home.”

The next day Fae goes in with two temporary tattoo sleeves and the school doesn’t bother to call either of you.

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