#dad eddie

[superfamilydeadpool]

GIVE👏🏾US👏🏾GIRL👏🏾DAD👏🏾BUDDIE👏🏾TIM👏🏾

hand them over right now....pls 🥺

[wildlife4life]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the wonderful and amazing @prince-buck-diaz, @homerforsure, @heartbeatdiaz , @spotsandsocks and @wikiangela. Thank you!

Alright ya'll, so I am still working on this fic, but writing is going to slow down a bit this week because I finally scheduled shadowing hours for the program I'm applying for. So may not see much from this fic the next few tag days. But as it has been for awhile, here is NFL Buck!

“I talked to Christopher. He gave the gist of what went down during his visit to your firehouse today and a bit of an attitude.” Evan tells him with a dejected expression. Eddie draws a rough hand down his face, “Yea, he didn’t like that we had to have the talk again, add in teenage hormones and general need for rebellion, we get broody Chris.” “You think he said too much to your co-workers.” A distressed groan rips out of him, “They’re so damn nosy and I understand they’re curious and want to get to know me.  That I have this air of mystery around me with the whole cryptic boyfriend thing.  And I’ve tried to warn them off, I tried to explain that you-that we like our privacy. Then Christopher came, and I know they were just being nice and wanting to get to know him. But then Chimney caught him watching the training camp interview you did, and Chris loves to brag about you, loves to tell people he is your biggest fan.” “No bigger fan than him. And I’m his.” Buck interrupts with a delicate smile. Eddie softens a bit at that, “We both are.” He sighs, “It took Bobby using his Captain voice to get everyone to calm down, shut up and back off.  Lunch got too awkward for Chris and Carla to stay and then we had the talk, which upset him, so he ignored all my goodnight texts and calls. Carla had to put me on speaker phone so he would at least hear me say it. So, I feel like the worst dad in the world right now and all I want besides a hug from my son, is you.”  He needed Buck physically here with him, to sooth him and talk him through his stress and anger.

Hope you enjoyed!

Tagging (no pressure): @thewolvesof1998, @sibylsleaves, @ebdaydreamer, @911onabc, @911-on-abc, @bekkachaos, @thekristen999, @lizzybizzyzzz, @cowboy-buddie, @alyxmastershipper, @shortsighted-owl, @hippolotamus, @transbuck, @spaceprincessem, @forthewolves

[rustboxstarr]

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧Dad!Eddie headcons 👨‍👩‍👧‍👧

Pairings: Dad!Eddie Munson x Mom!Reader

Characters: Ophelia - oldest, Matt - Ophelia's boyfriend, Roxette - Youngest, Mindy - Roxette's girlfriend

Warnings: touch of angst about Eddie thinking he'll be a bad dad, fainting, cigarettes

A/N: Got the idea for the last one and had to make a whole post :)

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👨‍👩‍👧‍👧Eddie was scared shitless when he first heard you were pregnant, he was so scared that he would end up like his deadbeat dad and managed to convince himself exactly that, he was about to bolt until Wayne knocked some sense into him.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧Eddie was a fuckin paparazzi in the hospital when Ophelia came, he was filming you asking how you felt and how long you’d been in labour, so exited… and then face planted on the floor after seeing Ophi’s little head, the mf fkn fainted. Once the delivery was over and Eddie was up on his feet again he was filming you holding Ophelia once all the nurses had left until you asked him to give you the camera and pointed it at him “So Eddie ya wanna tell us what happened during the delivery?” you said grinning, Eddie gets all embarrassed and mumbles “I fainted…”

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧When Ophelia and Roxette were younger he liked to play melodies for them on the guitar, until one day Ophelia told him to shut up and admit she was better than him. He still likes to play for them from time to time but that was the cutest thing he had ever heard his daughter say, even though part of him wasn’t completely chuffed that the four year old had learned the phrase shut up.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧Ophelia came home at 15 with a boyfriend in tow, begging both of you to not be embarrassing but the second Matt tiptoed through the door nervously behind Ophi Eddie stepped up to stop the from walking pst the doormat “So Matt was it?” Eddie squared his shoulders staring down at the boy “Ophelias little boyfriend then” “Uh yes- yes sir” Matt mumbled looking down at the floor. Just as Eddie was about to ask what Matts intentions were with his daughter you push him away with a cock of your hip, him stumbling off to the side as you start “Ignore him, he thinks he’s something, Hiiiiii! It’s lovely to meet you!” bringing him in for a hug.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧The first thing Eddie said when Roxy blurted out that she was gay at the kitchen table was “Well at least you can’t get pregnant, can’t say that for you” he squinted at Ophelia as he pointed his fork. “Eddie your daughter just said she was gay..” you widen your eyes at him silently telling him to tell her it’s ok or at least something “Oh right, Roxette” he leaned towards her seriously “you think I’m stupid?” she frowned confused “No shit! You do realize we all know Mindy is your girlfriend right? Just because you’re both girls doesn’t mean that amount of giggling and touching is normal” he grinned.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👧Eddie started to realize Ophelia has been stealing his cigarettes, and instead of telling her off right away he waits a few months, counts each one she’s taken, adds up the price and goes into her room one day with a makeshift bill. “What is this?” she asks “This my sweet little thief is the money you owe me for stealing my cigarettes since may”

[morganbritton132]

Need a 911 fic where Buck hits his head and is disoriented and confused when he wakes up. He thinks him and Eddie are dating.

Not because he has an amnesia or anything, but because Ravi was the one helping jog his memory and nothing Ravi knows about the 118 is right.

[hot-patootiee]

I love the “Steve has good parents, they’re just not on camera.”

Steve’s dad walks in on Eddie and Steve making out, both shirtless. Eddie freaks the fuck out and Steve just sheepishly smiles at his father.

“I know I told you not to lock your door, but I take that back because I don’t want to see that again.”

“Thanks Dad!”

“Use protection!”

…

He walks into a house full of random children. The kids and Steve’s dad are just staring at each other.

“You’re paying to feed these kids, right?”

“No, you are.”

“Well shit.”

“Language, there are children!”

“Do I get to know these children who I have financially adopted?”

…

Hopper, who is over at the Harrington house to speak to Steve. Mr Harrington walks in to see the chief of police sitting on his couch. He sees Steve in the kitchen and quickly makes his way over.

“Steve! What is the chief of police doing here?”

“He’s a family friend.”

“What family?” Mr Harrington snaps back, gesturing at himself.

“He’s my friend?”

“I don’t see a world where you randomly become friends with the chief of police”

“I got caught with drugs?”

“Then why isn’t he arresting you?” Mr Harrington points to Steve’s cuff-less wrists.

“Can’t tell you?”

“Why?”

“I signed an NDA?”

“Steve, why the fuck would you do that? I’m a lawyer, you don’t just sign NDAs at a whim.”

“To be completely fair, I was concussed every time or they used a friend to threaten me.”

“It shouldn’t stand up in court then. Who did you sign it for?”

“The US government.”

“Fuck.”

[lazylittledragon]

he's nothing if not determined

[nyaslashthreat]

shout out to when i told my dad about goncharov and he figured out it was fake because i told him "1973 martin scorsese film with robert de niro" and he said that wasn't possible because the godfather came out in 1972 and the godfather part II came out in 1974 and they wouldn't have had time to make a movie in between. a perfectly good jest, foiled by this man's weird and vast knowledge set

[mid-knight-black]

Does it ever drive you crazy…

…just how fast the night changes? 🥹

[i wonder if Buck misses baking with his Chris 🙂]

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[melodymunson]

this is cute

Good Morning Hawkins I Have Dad!Eddie Munson Headcanons

Why are we as a society not talking about Stay At Home Dad Eddie?

I know we want our little domestic fantasies. But this man consistently says “fuck the system” every day. No forced conformity in this private domicile.

If you’ve got the drive to want to work after having the kid, he volunteers to stay home and take care of the baby.

Honestly, with his reputation it might be easier should you decide to stay in Hawkins because you’re the face of the relationship. It might actually be harder for him to find a job in town than it might be for you.

He also 100% cleans up his act, stops selling, and goes on the straight and narrow after having a kid. He doesn’t want baby reaching into cabinets and getting into things they shouldn’t get into.

He may still sell a little grass on the side, but he keeps it hidden in the van where little fingers can’t access it.

Eddie might not be the best housekeeper, but god dammit he tries. Like, he will genuinely try over and over to get things right even if it kills him. You don’t have to worry about weaponized incompetence with him.

He’ll start having favorite brands of cleaning products, favorite brands of formula and diapers, and he might get fussy if you bring the wrong ones home.

He’s a nerd. Plain and simple. He’ll be picking up Dustin in the van and taking little munchkin to the library to find any kind of book in relation to parenting, cooking, etc.

I can see Eddie actually becoming a very competent cook. He even makes the kid’s meals into fun little shapes for their lunchboxes.

Fun finger foods is his main staple when he’s not being Betty Crocker.

Literally does not care how he looks, he’ll push the most dolled up little stroller around Hawkins in broad daylight. He’ll wander out to Bradley’s in a polkadot apron and a pink baby sling. And when the kid is old enough to play salon with daddy, he’s gonna wander out in public with anything from pink scrunchies and glitter polish to a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles backpack and magic marker on his face.

I can see Eddie being a little shit and purposely buying the most girly pink items for the baby when they’re little, no matter the gender.

He likes wearing pink in public. It pisses off the conservative parents who see him and the kid coming.

The only thing is you have to have a serious talk with him about is smoking around the kid, because Eddie’s one flaw may be that he’s got the propensity to be a cigarette mom. (It’s the late 80’s, and this was reality for a lot of older Millennials.)

So throw away his Camels and pay Dustin to tail him with a fire extinguisher.

Dustin is going to be Parent Number 3 in this relationship. I’m sorry but it’s reality.

Has absolutely no idea how to take care of a baby but is willing to learn.

Eddie would probably have to reschedule D&D nights with his buddies, because money would be hella tight now that the two of you have a little gremlin and one income. So you can’t exactly pay a sitter.

But he loves to make campaigns based on the stories he tells to the baby during bedtime.

RIP to y’all but once you have that baby, Uncle Wayne’s gonna refuse to let you and Eddie move out. He’s gonna change his work schedule too so he can spend time with the baby.

It would probably take a lot of overtime and a bit of Eddie’s extra side hustle, but the single wide is eventually going to get upgraded to a two bedroom double wide.

Uncle Wayne will insist on giving you, Eddie and the baby the master bedroom. Hell, he might even try to give the kid his bedroom.

Eddie is going to fucking refuse to let his uncle sleep in the living room of the new double wide.

Eddie might also become a little codependent on the kid. School will be a nightmare, because he’ll suddenly be alone in the trailer all day and chain smoke waiting for the kiddo to come home from school.

[emziess]

Things Eddie Diaz said in S8 9-1-1

[tennant-the-tigger]

Distraction

Eddie was determined to pass this year, it was his year!

My Stranger Things Art | Steddie Fanart

[morganbritton132]

AU where Eddie is supplementing his music aspirations with a job at the grocery store and he’s crushing hard on a customer that comes through his line with increasingly weird grocery combos.

Gareth thinks he’s doing it on purpose as some kind of joke. Jeff thinks that Eddie should just ask the guy out. Grant, Eddie’s usual bagger, disagrees, “Uh, last week, Hot Guy bought thirteen pounds of raw meet and rope. We sure he’s not a serial killer?”

This sets up an argument crowded around Eddie’s register that’s usually reserved for the break room. His friends weigh the pros and cons of dating a crazy person while Eddie watches Hot Guy realize that his line is busy and walk to another register.

He’s has nothing but a pack of nails, hairspray, and a tomato in his basket.

Eddie mourns his bi-weekly interaction.

While Eddie is living it up in a workplace romcom, Steve is fighting for his life with a group of pre-teens determined to get themselves killed saving the world.

[lazylittledragon]

steddie dads??? in my 2024??? it's more likely than you'd think

[mid-knight-black]

There is something so heartbreakingly beautiful about Chris comforting his Buck 🥹

[we always talk about how much Buck cares about Chris but we don’t talk enough about how much Chris loves Buck 😭😭😭]

[hairmetal666]

Steve wins the bat plush at a fair when he's seven. He doesn't care about bats, but it's the prize for making all five baskets in the basketball game, so he gets the little bat. Its eyes are a little crooked and one wing is slightly smaller than the other, but it being lopsided sort of makes it cuter.

He and his dad, they're supposed to be going on rides now, but his dad's pager keeps going off. He puts Steve next to a funnel cake stand, tells him not to move, and goes in search of a pay phone. Fifteen minutes pass, and Steve is bored under the flashing lights and tinkling music. He wants to play not sit and wait.

Eventually, he drifts back towards the midway, watches the people rushing by, searches for a sign of his dad's return. His attention is caught by another boy at the basketball booth. He has to be about Steve's age, with a mop of dark curls on top of his head and a jean jacket that's slightly too big, sleeves flopping over his hands as he lines up his shots.

This boy, he's terrible at basketball. Every shot is too high or too short or goes wide, but he's trying. Even from this distance, Steve can see how hard he's trying. He uses up his five balls, fishes into his jacket pocket for more money, and gets five more.

He misses every shot. This time, when he goes back for more money, he comes up empty. Steve thinks he sees his lip shaking.

A man, one in a leather jacket and boots that Steve thinks look mean, comes up to the boy, drops a heavy hand on his shoulder. He's too far away to hear the conversation, assumes the boy asks to play again and the man's response is a shaken head and a tight smile. They walk away from the games, right towards Steve, who slinks back to the side of the midway, not wanting to be caught staring.

"What was it you wanted? That stupid bat? Just another piece of trash you wanna bring in my house." Steve hears as they pass.

The boy nods, but keeps his eyes down and to the side.

He feels bad then. Felt bad before, but now he looks at his own bat, at its funny eyes and poorly attached wings, and wishes he could hand it over to the boy who really wants it. Steve almost does, then, makes to go after them, but his dad appears, dropping a hand to Steve's shoulder and saying, "ready to hit those rides?" And he knows the opportunity is gone, knows his dad will say it's too soft, not what men do.

Steve manages to lose himself for a while in the swirling lights and funhouse music and carnival rides, forget about the little bat in his back pocket and the boy who wanted one so desperately. But then his dad's pager goes off some more, he goes back to the pay phone, and Steve ducks into the low brick building that houses the bathrooms.

His eyes immediately land on the same boy from the basketball game. His eyes are red, face damp, obviously from tears, and Steve just--

"Here." He shoves the bat into the boy's chest.

For a second, the brownest eyes Steve's ever seen widen at him, before narrowing in a harsh glare, the boy's teeth barred.

"Why?" He snarls.

Steve thinks he may regret every choice that led him to this but he says, he says, "Because I want you to have it."

The boy blinks a few times, hand reaching out to gently pinch the bat's smallest wing. "You sure?"

Steve nods and the bat is slowly withdrawn from his grasp.

"No takesies-backsies?"

"It's yours."

The boy looks at the bat in awe, and Steve says, "see? It already looks happier with you."

The boy's beaming smile is cut-off by a voice calling from the door, "you in there,? I ain't got time to be waiting for your boohooing."

"Coming!" The boy carefully tucks the bat into an inner pocket of his jacket. "Thank you," he whispers, eyes big and glistening and happy, before he disappears out the door.

---

13 years later, give or take a few months, and Steve stands in the cracked shell of a bisected trailer, rummaging through what remains of a life well-lived, searching for anything whole. He's already found a few undamaged mugs and clean hats, but this room--it took a lot of damage. The brunt of it, really. Some sick sort of joke, after everything.

It's mostly rubble in here, scraps of fabric; slivers of notebook paper, magazine, poster; crumbled shards of vinyl and cassette plastic. A few times he comes across the disembodied limb of one of those dnd figures, and something weird happens to his throat.

In the far corner there's half of a dresser collapsed into itself, and he shuffles through the debris to see what he can find. There's something, soft and black, just the edge of it, peaking out from under half of a drawer face. He pulls it out, careful as can be and it's--it's a plush bat. It's a little dirty, but unharmed, though its eyes are a little wonky, and one wing is smaller than the other.

He holds it and he stares and he has to brace himself against the wall. It can't be--it's not the same one--but he remembers those big brown eyes and the curls and--

"Harrington," a warm, rich voice calls from what's left of the hallway. "You get lost in there?"

Eddie shuffles in, slow, careful with his crutches. And it--it took so long, months and months of convalesce and physical therapy, still physical therapy, but he's here. He's alive. He's perfect. And the something blooming between them, it's not spoken yet, but it's there, growing, and now, now--

"Oh my god, you found Lilith! I thought she was toast."

"Lilith?" He's still cradling the little lopsided bat in his hands, but moves closer to hand it over to Eddie.

"Yes, Lilith." Eddie takes the bat, presses it to his chest. "The first boy I ever loved gave her to me."

His heart turns over in his chest and when he swallows his throat clicks. Eddie doesn't notice, he's smiling softly at the bat, at Lilith, but then, "why are you looking at me like that?"

"First boy you ever loved?" He says. He thinks he sounds normal.

Somehow, Eddie's smile grows even softer. "Yeah. Roan County Fair, years ago. Tried to win her, but--" he clicks his tongue--"never had great hand-eye coordination. And then this kid just gave her to me out of nowhere. I used to think I was going to marry him."

"And now?"

Eddie laughs. "I grew up, Steve."

And for a second, he doesn't know what to say, but then, "I was right then, huh? That she'd be happier with you."

He stares at Steve, those same big brown eyes, wide and glistening. "Steve that was--Steve?" Eddie presses a hand over his mouth, overcome, before launching himself into Steve's arms. The crutches clatter to the floor, but Steve has him, will always have him, no matter what.

"I can't believe you kept her," Steve whispers.

"God, I carry her everywhere. She's Corroded Coffin's mascot, and you--Steve, I can't believe that was you."

"Surprise," he bumps Eddie's forehead with his.

They hold each other in the center of the destruction, but none of that matters right now, not when it feels like every moment since they very first met as children was leading them to this.

From the other half of the trailer, they hear footsteps, chattering, Wayne and Robin and Dustin, but Steve wants this to last a little longer.

"So, marriage...that still off the table?"

Eddie laughs softly, nuzzles his face against Steve's neck. "Are you kidding, sweetheart? No way I'm letting you go."