#eddie munson volume 2

[moonlightsolo]

the hero

summary: dustin, eddie, and you fight off demo-bats in the upside down.

pairing: eddie munson x reader

warnings: major volume 2 spoilers, major character death, gore, blood, mention of suicide, mourning of character.

note: i’m so sorry. the alternate ending one will be out soon.

each thump of the bat’s slamming into the exterior of the trailer makes your body jump. the horrid screeches makes your blood run cold, unable to control the feeling of terror flowing through your nerve-endings.

nancy’s plan is definitely working. they’re taking the bait, which is you, eddie, and dustin. after eddie’s amazing performance, the three of you are standing inside the fortified trailer with your backs against each other. each of your weapons in hand and ready to attack at any given second.

suddenly, their snarling fades away and the sound of them attempting to break in goes silent.

“hey dipshits!” dustin screams loudly, chest heaving from the force of his voice, “give up that easy, huh?”

“shh!” you and eddie shush him in unison, “is that really necessary?” the man next to you questions him.

the sound of nails clattering on the roof, makes all three of your heads fly to stare at the vine covered ceiling. “they’re on the roof.” eddie comments.

“no shit sherlock.” you mock his statement, making his round eyes glare at you in annoyance.

the lightning flashes red outside the windows as the three of you slowly tip-toe while you follow the sound, “shit. shit. shit. shit. shit.” dustin hisses out under his breath.

your makeshift spear is pointed at the ceiling, slightly wavering in stability from your trembling hands. sweat is pooling on your brows, quickened heartbeat thumping in your ears. you breath is sharp and quivering, chest heaving with each puff of air.

the swarm of bats trill as they crawl, nails scraping ear-numbingly against the metal roof. the vent in the ceiling is obviously the bats point of interest. the silhouette of their bodies creating shadows as they rustle on top of it.

“they can’t get in through there, can they?” dustin whispers, eyes glued to circular vent in the ceiling.

almost as if they were listening, one of their slimy heads pop through. sending the plastic piece spiraling to the ground, then another bat joins in attempt to enter the trailer. each of you jump as they open their mouths and let out a horrible shriek, multiple sharp teeth in full view.

in unison, dustin and eddie let out a warrior yell and begin stabbing the bat with their weapons. slicing through their deathly grey skin. you join in, jabbing the serrated blade at the bats faces.

munson stumbles back, eyes wide with fear as you and dustin continue to slash at the bats. it seems like your repeated attack doesn’t phase them, only making them stronger somehow.

“eddie! we need you!” you wail, muscles burning from the repeated movements.

objects clatter behind you as eddie grabs something from the ground, “get out of the way! get out of the way!” he screams as he steps between you both and slams the makeshift shield into the hole.

the nail filled garbage bin lid completely seals the hole from the bats. you fall backwards with dustin, the room filled with heavy breathing and pants.

“holy shit. holy shit.” eddie puffs out as he turns to look at you both. his usual soft expression is filled with terror and adrenaline.

“nice.” henderson compliments his quick thinking, “thanks.” eddie nods with a soft relieved breath as they high five.

you lean back against the vine ridden furniture, taking deep breaths in attempt to control your anxiety.

“is there any other vents?” dustin’s breathing goes silent as he looks up at eddie.

your eyes fly open, reaching for your discarded weapon. you know eddie’s trailer like the back of your hand, and there’s definitely one in his room, “oh fuck.”

“oh shit.” munson breathes in defeat, jumping over discarded things on the ground to run back towards his bedroom. “shit, shit, shit!”

you and dustin follow him, the chittering of the animals gets louder as you grow closer. as soon as the trio barges into the room, multiple bats explode from the vent in the corner and swarm you.

the sounds pierce your ears, their wings flapping wildly around you. instinctively, your mouth opens to scream as the wind kicks up into your face from the force of their bodies flying.

two strong arms wrap around your waist from the back to swiftly tug you out of the room, the door slamming shut behind you both. eddie continues to drag you down the hallway, muttering obscenities under his breath.

the wooden door cracks with each hard hit of the demo-bats attempt to escape. eddie shoves you behind him towards the rope hanging from the ceiling. you feet carry you to dustin, making sure he’s behind your body.

“that’s not gonna hold!” dustin shouts in a panic.

“let’s go! let’s go!” eddie screams, voice raspy as he shoos dustin up the rope. you give the boy a boost, helping him fall onto the mattress, “go! eddie go!” you scream, banging your fist on his back to get him to turn around.

“no! you go! come on! quickly!” his round eyes turn towards you, terror evident on his face.

your hands grip the fabric to hoist yourself up as fast as possible, grunting with each pull. once you’re in far enough, gravity takes over and suctions you in.

you land on the stained mattress with a yelp, your body bouncing from the tension of the springs. you quickly roll off, looking up into the ceiling through the gate.

“eddie, come on!” dustin shouts at him. the man tosses his weapons to the side to be able to hoist himself up.

munson’s efforts halt as he stares at the splintering door, the shrieking of the angry bats gets louder.

“eddie, come on! let’s go!” you cry out for him.

dustin’s terrified voice screams out, “eddie! you’re so close! eddie let’s go!” the sound makes your ears ring.

eddie hops down from the rope, staring up at you two as if he just had a life-altering epiphany. “eddie? what are you doing?” your voice bellows out through the gate.

the next few moments seems like they roll by in slow motion. your breath gets caught in your chest, the sound of your heartbeat pounds throughout every vein. your expression drops in terror from realization of what he’s about to do.

“eddie no!” dustin screams out as the man reaches for his weapon and slices the rope into two with a yell. the tied limp fabric falls into dustin’s hands, “eddie?!” you scream out.

tears are now freely falling from your eyes, “eddie, what the fuck are you doing? don’t do this! i need you!” you wail out to him as he pushes the upside down mattress away from the gate.

“i’m buying more time, baby. i love you.” he gulps evidently, staring up at you. dustin continues to scream his name and pleads for him to stop as he runs out of view.

“dustin. we need to go help him.” your eyes are wide as you look around for anything to aid in climbing back in.

henderson grabs a chair, but you step forward to clear off everything from the surface of the table. plates and papers clatter to the floor as you drag the table underneath the gate, “i’ll give you a boost.”

dustin climbs from the chair onto the rickety table, situating his shoe into your hand. “on three? one, two, three!” you grunt and dustin lets out a yell as you lift him up with all your might.

the boy falls through, not landing so gracefully. a loud crack and another pained scream emits from the boy, “fuck! henderson, are you okay?!”

“i think i broke my leg! shit!” he whimpers, sitting up to tend to it. you powerfully launch yourself upwards, jumping just high enough to be able to grip the edges of the gate.

“jesus��� christ!” you struggle, legs hanging and kicking. a yelp falls from your lips as you pull yourself through, landing directly on your hands and knees. you wince from the pain but continue to push through.

there’s no other thought in the world except for saving eddie. you can’t let him sacrifice himself for this hateful town.

you crawl over to dustin, slinging his arm around your shoulders to hoist him up. “come on, we gotta go find him. we have to, dustin. we have to.” a sob wracks through your body, sniffling as you try to hold in your emotions.

you slowly open the door to the trailer, crimson flashes in the dark sky of the alternate dimension. you and dustin hobble down the steps, eyes searching the area for any sign of life, “oh my god, baby. where could you be?” you call out desperately. “eddie!” dustin let’s out another intense scream.

the sound of screeches catch your attention, the bright lightning illuminates the circling swarm. it almost resembles a tornado. “eddie!” you screech, quickening your pace as you practically drag dustin to the swarm.

you pray to whatever god is up there, and call out to the universe to keep him safe. “please, baby! please.”you cry out, debating if you should drop dustin to run to him.

the bats let out a horrible screech in unison, dropping to the ground like flies. their wings flap helplessly on the pavement, pitiful whines leaving their mouths. oh my god, it worked.

laying on the ground in the middle of the lifeless creatures, is your boyfriend. “eddie!” a guttural scream wracks through your body. dustin pulls his body away from yours to give you the opportunity to run to him.

your legs instinctively sprint, feet skidding against the ground once you’re close enough. you drop to your knees, ignoring the sting of the pavement scraping open your skin.

“no no no no!” your hands pull his head into your lap, hot tears tracking through the scum on your face. your eyes quickly glance at his wounds, stomach flipping in your abdomen from the amount of blood covering him.

bile rises up into your throat, but you quickly swallow it down for his sake. the crimson blood seeps out of his mouth, the sputtering sounds of him struggling to breathe pains you.

his round watery eyes find you in the darkness, “bad, huh?” his voice shutters.

“eddie, baby…” you shake your head at him, hands caressing his sticky cheeks. not caring if his blood gets all over you.

dustin drops to his knees on the other side of him, “he’s gonna be fine. we gotta get you to a hospital okay?” dustin attempts to lift him with you, but eddie gasps in pain.

“i think… i think i just.. i think i just need a second okay!” his pained voice raises at you two, making you slowly lay him back to the ground. you can feel his body shaking against you, twitching from the shock.

“okay. okay, baby...” your voice shutters, bottom lip uncontrollably quivering. a pained smile turns up on eddie’s bloodied expression, choking out his words as he talks, “i didn’t run away this time, right?”

another sob wracks through your body as dustin cries inconsolably next to you.

“no, baby. no, you didn’t run.” you shake your head, smiling through your tears at him. your thumb gently swipes against his cheekbone for comfort, hand cupping his face.

eddie winces as his eyes glance over at dustin, “you’re gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?” the fear in eddie’s eyes squeezes your heart, shattering it into millions of pieces, “make sure you look after my girl too…” he trails off with a hoarse cough, a tiny whimper falls from his lips from the pain.

“no, you’re gonna do that yourself!” dustin cries out, gripping one of his hands. eddie holds onto the boy so tightly, his other hand occupied by yours.

“nah, man.” his voice shakes, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes. “say you’re going to look after them.” his hoarse breathing rumbles against your legs, you can feel every slow breath he takes.

“say it…” he demands softly, sternly looking at dustin as the boy sobs above him, “i’m… gonna look after them.”

“good… ‘cause i’m actually gonna graduate.” eddie looks back over at you, giving you one of his infamous smirks, chuckling weakly. liquid gurgles in his lungs as he breathes, “i think it’s my year, baby.” his voice struggles to stay stable, “i think it’s… finally my year.” he gasps for air as his body trembles. you nod in agreement, giving him a weak smile.

“i love you guys.” his voice is quiet, glancing between you two. “i love you so much, my love. so fucking much.” you lean down, pressing your forehead against his.

eddie musters up enough energy to bring one of his trembling hands up to cup your cheek, his uneven breath puffs against your face. your senses are overloaded with the smell of iron, making you queasy from the overwhelming scent.

the sound of him choking makes your eyes fly open, “eddie?” you call out but receive no answer from him. his body jerks as he struggles to breathe, eyebrows furrowing and eyes staring off into the dark sky above.

“eddie!” you scream out once his limp arm falls away from your face and to the ground.

the fear in his eyes makes you wail for him again, uncontrollable sobs tumble past your lips as you watch the life slowly drain from his eyes.

in the last moments, eddie realizes he’ll never see a sunrise again, never will be able to feel his lips against yours, or hug you again.

haltering wet breaths sputter from eddie’s bloody lips, his entire body goes rigid in your arms as he struggles.

“eddie…” dustin sobs, hand resting over his chest. slowly the sound of his gasping fades away, the feeling of his body against yours gets heavier as he goes limp in your arms.

“baby, please!” your loud voice strains. dustin wails in anguish for him alongside you, gripping his leather jacket desperately.

heartache travels through your body, the pain ripping through your chest like a gunshot. an irrepressible scream releases from your throat, voice cracking from the agony. the sound echoes throughout the area, red flashing in the sky as you mourn for him.

your arms lift his body to you as you embrace his cold body, unable to catch your breath. “i can’t lose you, my sweet boy. please come back.” you shakily whisper into his ear. dustin hugs you from behind, resting on your back as he tries to soothe you, his own crying being deafened by your tortured sobs.

it seems like you’re laying there, rocking with eddie’s body for an eternity. loud footsteps pound against the rubble behind you. dustin pulls away from you to look at the intruders, “oh my god…” nancy whispers in shock.

“steve!” dustin wails as he runs up to the man, almost tackling him with a hug. the boy sobs into his chest as harrington attempts to comfort him.

hands softly slide onto your shoulders, “we have to go, y/n.” nancy urges you to let go, making you pull away from her efforts.

“i’m not fucking leaving him.” you spit out, looking back at her with pure fury in your eyes. she glances back at steve and robin. everyone’s eyes are on you, staring at you in horror.

the crimson color stains the front of your shirt, blood is smeared on your cheek where eddie once laid his hand on your skin.

you turn back around to him, gripping his lifeless body as your body quivers from the horrific shock of what just unfolded in front of you.

someone’s arms wrap around you from behind, rubbing soft comforting circles into your bicep. “hey…” steve attempts to get your attention, “if we don’t leave now, we’re all going to die and we’re not leaving you down here.”

“i don’t care. i can’t go back without him, steve!” you sob, “i know, i know.” he breathes out, unable to look down at munson’s body in your arms.

“go.” he says to the rest of the group, “but- steve!” nancy protests, but he raises his hand to silence her. “just go. i’ll be right behind you.”

nancy and robin lead dustin back into the trailer to go back through the gate.

“look, either you come with me, or i stay here with you,” he plops down on the ground next to you, “there’s no in between.” you can’t let steve get hurt because of your irrational thinking.

you look down at your boyfriend, bringing your hand up to his face to close his eyes. “i’ll see you in another lifetime, baby.” you press a kiss against his cool forehead, before gently laying his body down on the pavement.

you slowly stand up, keeping your eyes on eddie for a moment before looking back at steve. harrington is now on his feet, hand outstretched for you to take. once you slide your hand into his, he tugs you into a hug.

silent cries weep into his chest as he holds onto you, “i’m so sorry.” he breathes out shakily, his own emotions getting the best of him. the ground rumbles as an earthquake wracks through the upside down, making steve run with you towards the trailer.

-

the earthquake you felt wasn’t like any other. the gates split the earth open, making the dimensions merge into two. thankfully, the five of you made it out of the trailer park before everything went to shit.

throughout all the chaos, and inter-dimensional bullshit, you and wayne munson planned a funeral for eddie. of course, the town of hawkins still believe eddie is the murderer, no matter how hard you tried to change their minds.

everyone you invited showed up, the hellfire club members, nancy, robin, and somehow eleven, jonathan and will were in town from california. the funeral was beautifully heart-wrenching.

some mornings, dustin and steve, and sometimes robin will come over to have breakfast with you. but sometimes they’re all busy, so you’re left alone sorting through eddie’s things you stole.

his electric guitar sits idle in the corner of your room. of course, you had to take it before leaving, along with some other memorabilia from his room. his shirts comforted you, helped you fall asleep even if you drenched them in your endless tears. the ones that smell like him, you refuse to wash.

as time went by, waking up got easier, and your tears slowly dried. hanging out with the kids and your friends helped a lot, but nothing can ever console you enough to get over him.

some nights, you’d go to the diner you had your first date at, and order his favorite meal to go. you’d sit in the booth where eddie carved your initials into the tables surface, fingers tracing the wood consistently. you imagine him sitting in front of you making a stupid joke, his contagious laugh echoing in your head. the familiar sound makes you smile softly to yourself.

eddie munson, the man you fell so deeply in love with, enamored by his very existence. he may be gone physically, but he will forever live on in your heart.

[sophemeva]

Nancy : Why is Dustin crying?

Steve : I am having Max be mean to him.

Nancy: What?? Why??

Steve: He got a D in Spanish and then cheated.

Nancy : Well, you can't use Max for that, discipline your child yourself.

Robin : Nance, max got straight A's , she needs to be rewarded too.

Eddie : it's a win-win.

[steddielations]

Incorrect Steddie 7/?

[queenimmadolla]

𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  Daddy came to rescue her from confinement. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  Speaking of making Penny do things…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  Eddie’s favorite. Yum.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Valid. That was a very fun risk.”

divider ℗ cafekitsune ♡

[demobatman]

‼️ MAJOR STRANGER THINGS VOLUME 2 SPOILER ‼️

‼️MAJOR STRANGER THINGS VOLUME 2 SPOILER‼️

[nicostiel]

Stranger Things Volume 2 + Byler Reactions

[girlunionize]

Eddie wake up, I don't like this, Eddie wake up

[dopelavender]

stranger things fans after the illegal events of vol. 2

[oh-i-ship-that]

Joe Quinn whenever he filmed with Joe Keery:

[ryan-waddell11]

DIMPLES DIMPLES DIMPLES

[thatsweeird]

what I mean when I say "wasted potential":

[chrisfroot]

Steddie ✨

[reggieslocket]

fuck all romance except whatever the fuck that metalhead freak and his himbo babysitter boyfriend had going on

[queenimmadolla]

a little something from the vault. enjoy a little dad!eddie munson x mom!reader and their baby who knows her parents aren’t slick. from the pennyverse, of course. hope you like it :) ♡

You’re peaking your head out of the small kitchen, watching with a fond smile and a full heart as Eddie stretches out on the couch. In his arms, resting on his chest, is your angel of a baby girl. A few months old and developing a funny little personality. That personality does not enjoy napping. 

Penny’s got an extreme case of FOMO; can’t shut those big beautiful, brown eyes of hers if anyone else is awake or existing without her. Hence why your husband is pretending to sleep, though his hand maintains a steady patting rhythm on the baby’s back.

You can tell Penny is tired, rubbing her face with her balled up hands and into Eddie’s shirt out of frustration. Her curls all mussed up from the displays of agitation and from her dad’s fingers combing through the soft tufts over and over again (he can’t help himself, she’s much too cute and her hair is ridiculously soft). After every single little wiggle she does to fight off sleep, she goes real still and cranes her head up to stare at Eddie, who immediately drops his head back onto the pillow, eyelids flying shut. 

Eddie even adds in a few loud, cartoon snores and memememes which have you fighting to control your giggles.

Penny’s stare is unwavering though and you can’t prove it, but you’re positive that even as a baby—she does not trust either you or Eddie to actually be sleeping while putting her down for her naps (you’ve caved a few times—it wasn’t your fault though, whenever you tried the fake sleeping bit, she’d cry to purposely ‘wake’ you up).

Her stare lasts a few moments longer and you can see the twitch of Eddie’s lips, he’s fighting not to smile. Luck is on his side, Penny’s head lulls and then shakes as she once more tries to keep sleep at bay, rubbing her cute little face and those chubby cheeks into her daddy’s shirt.

Eddie makes the mistake of peaking an eye open too early—Penny stills and her head snaps up to catch him and you don’t bother to hide your laugh at his groan as she begins to whimper, having caught on to her daddy’s trick.

“Shhh, sweet pea, please. Close those pretty eyes.” He begs, fingers gently stroking over Penny’s eyelids to close them, and Eddie holds his fingers in place, hoping when he retracts them, her lids will stay closed.

Her eyes snap open the moment he pulls his fingers away and Eddie repeats the gesture, gently dragging her eyelids closed again as she whimpers, “No, you keep those watery eyes closed and to yourself, young lady.”

It’s an empty threat, Eddie’s already readjusting her as he sits up, shooting you a playful glare as he spots you. His next sentence is still directed at the baby in his arms, “You can’t keep getting away with this.”

Penny just whimpers and whines louder as she becomes more fussy, wiggling in her dad’s arms.

“Oh, yeah. You’re not getting out of this one, you are in desperate need of a na-AAHHH! AHHH! HELP! HELP!” Eddie yelps as Penny grasps onto his hair, pulling it with all her might. She can’t even crawl yet, and somehow, she’s got the strength of Hercules in that chunky, dimpled little fist. Eddie’s head is yanked to the side and he’s positive some of his hair will remain in her fist after he gets her to release him.

“Ow, ow—little help here, baby!” He calls out to you and you’re laughing the entire time as you pad over, taking her wrist into one hand as you gently pry her little fingers open. It’s a bit of a challenge, you get one little piggy to release its ironhold, and the moment you move onto the next, she clenches it back into place. 

When you’re down to her pinky, Penny immediately lunges for the curls dangling over Eddie’s other shoulder, and he doesn't grab her other wrist quick enough to stop her, “OH MY GOD, YOU CUTE LITTLE DEMON! Stop it! Release me at once!”

“Hey—she was part of your sperm count.” You can’t stop giggling and Eddie doesn’t look all that amused as he winces when Penny gives a particularly harsh tug on the hair in her other fist, still whimpering.

“I’m acutely aware—ow—that’s why I called her a cute demon—ahah, get it?—OW. Insider knowledge—ow! Okay, that’s it. You are taking this nap whether you like it or not now, you’ve just made this personal.”

[infinite-orangepeel]

steve and eddie sharing a wardrobe is so adorable and hilarious to me. like imagine steve in eddie’s leather jacket and a lavender pastel polo. eddie in steve’s extra-tight, light-wash levi’s and a mesh long-sleeve. steve in the green hawkins gym shorts and a pair of eddie’s platform boots. eddie accessorizing his metal ‘fits with steve’s sunglasses and nikes. usually looking a bit ridiculous due to the juxtaposition of their clashing styles, but not caring because it makes them both feel loved. it reminds them that they belong to someone, that they’ve finally found a place to call home.

[nicostiel]

#i’m not okay