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Cuddles and Stew

StepDad!Eddie X Mom!Reader

Summary : The third instalment of Margot - you get sick and Margot calls Eddie

Word Count : 2.2k

Warnings : Not proofread, half was written at 4am lol, petnames, cuteness, talks of illness and pain meds, margots just adorable, girl dad eddie, mainly margot and eddie content - not much reader.

A/N : sorry for lack of updates, i’m working hard on the multi part fic and am going into a writers block lmao 🫶🏻 sorry loves, hopefully more should be coming soon.

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Lay underneath his vans, Eddies hands were dirty as he tried to fix a ticking sound. He heard the faint ringing of the phone from inside the trailer and Wayne pick it up.

The squeak of the trailer door, made him slide from under the van, “Eddie it’s for you,” the man said, urgency in his voice. It made Eddies brow furrow as he wiped his hands and jogged to him.

“Hello?”he spoke.

“Eddie?” A voice he wasn’t expecting.

“Mar? That you sweet girl?”

“Yes,” she spoke softly.

“Is everything okay? How come you’re calling me?” he asked, obviously he adored that she was, but he was concerned he couldn’t hear you whispering to her in the background.

“Something wrong with Mama. Mama said this number for ‘mergecy.”

“Hey I’ll be right there okay? You got sit with mom and do not answer the door, I’ll be there soon baby I promise.”

“Okay,” the young girl said softly.

Ripping his greasy clothes off, changed into the first things he found. “Hey I need to borrow your car,” he spoke to Wayne, panicking.

“Yeah son sure, everything okay? Little Miss doesn’t normally call.” Eddie explained, shoving his foot in his trainers and grabbing Wayne’s car keys.

“Well call me and let me know how she is son,” he said, as Eddie climbed into the vehicle. Speeding away, he knew the neighbours would complain to Wayne about reckless driving.

He didn’t care, he needed to get to his girls.

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Putting his key in the lock, he pushed open the door. The house seemed fairly quiet, TV chattering away faintly. “Baby?” he called out.

No answer. Your car was here so you were home. “Margot? Margot are you here?” he tried again peeking round into the living area.

“Daddy!” A whisper shout came from the top of the stairs. There was Margot, hair frizzy from sleep, her favourite pyjamas and one sock. “Hi Sweetheart, where’s mom?”

“Here!” she did a summoning motion with her hands, so he bounded up the stairs to meet her. She took his hand and led him down the hallway.

You were sat at the end of the bed, on the floor. Head between you knees, breathing deeply. “Mama,” Margot said gently, kneeling next to you, “Mama wook, Eddie.”

With eyes scrunched in pain and confusion, you lifted your head. Meeting his brown eyes, you couldn’t fathom why he was here. “E-Eddie, what are you doing here?” you asked.

You looked awful, skin pale and flushed at the same time. You looked exhausted, body breaking down in a way. “Margot called me.”

“What?”

“Numbers for ‘mergencies Mama.”

Tears welled in your eyes, you felt awful. You’d sat down because your head wouldn’t stop spinning, you thought it would be the safest place. “Oh Mar I’m so sorry,” you sniffled.

Eddie came and crouched next to you now, holding your head gently. “It’s otay Mama, Eddie make you bedder,” she spoke, resting her head on you.

A large palm was on your forehead, lovely and cool. “Babe, you’ve got a fever. Come on we’ve gotta get you into bed. Rest, fluids, sleep.”

“What? No! I can’t, I gotta get up,” pushing yourself up the ground, it wasn’t even a full second before you were coming back down.

Head buzzing and pounding.

“Sweetheart, you’ve got to let me look after you.”

“B-but, Margot and work!” you panicked.

“Baby, come on calm down,” he held your face in his palms, “I’m gonna look after Mar, and hey it’s a long weekend. So you can rest up.”

Sighing you nodded, “I need new pyjamas.”

“I ged dem!” Margot spoke, running to your draws. Her voice made your head pound, the volume of everything seemed to be amplified.

Pulling out your favourite pair, ones that matched those she currently had on, she brought them to you. “Thanks baby,” you said, gently stroking her hair.

“Okay, get changed okay, me and Nurse Margot will get you some water and other things you need,” Eddie spoke, helping you to your side of the bed.

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Margot stood on her step-stool, filling your water bottle at the tap. “Da, it’s done,” she said, so he could come and do the lid. He grabbed pain killers, tissues, cold juice from the fridge. He was also heating some water for a hot water bottle.

“Good job Bubby,” he smiled, kissing the girl on the head. Soon enough the kettle whistled letting him know it was done, “You stay over there okay? This is very hot.”

After he filled the water bottle he let Margot carry the tissues and your cold water bottle up the stairs to your. You were lay under the covers, eyes closed, now clad in your new pyjamas.

“Here you go Mama,” the small girl said quietly, placing the water and tissue next to you. Eddie did the same, but lifted the blanket slightly so he could put the hot water bottle under it.

Pulling the curtains closed, he hoped that’d help your head. “You stay with Mom for a second, I’m just gonna get a compress for her head,” he said to Margot.

Wetting a washcloth so it’d cool you down, although you were freezing right now, he had no doubt you’d be sweating in a minute or two. “Here you go,” he pushed you hair back, letting the refreshing feeling take over your body.

“Sweetheart, you need to take these too,” he handed you the medication and drink, helping you sit up. Eyes still shut, unable to deal with any kind light.

Once you laid back down he spoke again, “You rest now. Me and Margot will go make us all something yummy and come back later to check on you.”

Picking the small child up from your side, you head a faint, “Bye Mama, wove you.” Which you repeated in a slurred and sleepy way. Snoozing away moments later.

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“Mama gone be otay?” The young girl asked from Eddies arms, as they went to the kitchen. “Yeah Sweetheart she’ll be okay, she’s just gotta get lots of sleep.” Margot hummed and cuddled into Eddie.

“We’re gonna make her some soup okay? Make her feel better.”

“I help!”

“Of course, we’ve gotta get some veggies from Aunt Maeves patch.”

The pair went into the garden, Maeve had said they can always help themselves. Updating everyone one what was ready to be harvested and what to leave.

In all honestly, Margot was the best person to have with him, she knew what plants were what and if they were ready - she spent lots of her days with Maeve in the garden becoming sun kissed.

“Okay so we need some potatoes, carrots, onions and I’m not sure what else.” Holding Margot on his hip as she was still only wearing the one sock, she pointed out all the different veggies they needed.

“Think we’re gonna need to make a few trips Love,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Auntie Mae has a bwasket,” she told him. “A basket, let’s go get it then.”

“Me help!”

“Bubby your feet will get grubby.”

“My boots!” She wriggled from Eddies hold, and ran to get her welly-boots. She looked a picture, pyjamas, crazy hair and wellies. Pulling a large basket behind her, Margot returned to Eddie.

Pulling a hair tie from his wrist, he comb it all into one hand and sat a loose bun on her head. She didn’t have much hair cause she was still small, but there was enough to annoy her. “Twanks Da,” she said, and went to the potatoes.

“I got-ta big one!” she squealed as she shook the dirt off. “Good job Mar, we need 3 more of those okay?” Eddie crouched down beside her, putting the basket between them so she could put the veggies in.

“And Two! … And ree! … And dats Fo-wr.”

“Good job! Let’s go and get some carrots.” Running away, Margot boots stomped on the group. “Well hello you two.” Maeve stood at the door.

“Auntie Mae!” Margot smiled, waving with grubby hands. “Hello my dears, what’s going on here?” she asked, coming out into the garden. “We’re making soup,” Eddie said.

“Mama, not well. I call-ded Eddie and now we make soup!”

“Mom isn’t well?” she said, caressing the little ones hair, looking up at Eddie. “She’s got a fever. We’ve taken her everything she needs and she’s sleeping now, so we thought we cook her something nice.”

“That’s very kind of you. I can cook it if you’d like?” The older woman offered, kindly.

“Would you mind, I honestly have no idea what to put in it.”

“I’ll write you a recipe,” she smiled, crows feet by her eyes.

“Why don’t I finish getting all of this, and you can help Margot get ready for the day,” she smiled to Eddie, taking the basket from his hand. “Thank you Mae, Margot come on Sweetheart.”

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Soon enough Margot was clean and dressed, clad in a little blue dress with a white tshirt underneath. Both feet now covered by socks and hair under control.

“Hey Sweetheart, why don’t you go and see if you can help Mae,” Eddie spoke, and the small girl ran off. He headed into your room, you were snoozing away, you seemed to have cooled down. Placing a soft kiss to your sticky cheek.

He found Margot and Maeve in the kitchen, the little girl stood on her stood, helping chop the veggies with her plastic knife. She caught sight of Eddie and smiled, “Wook Da I choppin’!”

“You are, that’s some super good chops bubby.”

“How’s she doing?” Maeve asked.

“She’s still sleeping, she seems to have cooled down a lot.” Maeve hummed and continued to dice an onion.

“Eddie!” Margot said in a sing song voice, he hummed and stood behind her. “Can you put dem in the pot, pwease.”

“Sure babe,” he kissed her head and took the roughly chopped potatoes and carrots to the pot.

Soon enough it was simmering away, and Maeve had added some chicken. “It shouldn’t take too long,” the older woman said, taking Margot to living room you sat her on the couch.

“Eddie, is Mama otay?” the small girl asked.

“She will be, I promise. She just needs to sleep.” As soon as those words left his mouth, he heard the bedroom door open and soft padding feet down to the bathroom.

“Stay here,” he said to the small girl, jogging up the stairs. Knocking on the bathroom door he spoke gently, “Baby you okay?”

“Yeah,” you said faintly, exhaustion clear in your voice.

Opening the door up, you smiled weakly at the curly haired man. “How you feeling?”

“Tired. Thank you for looking after Mar.”

“Hey it’s no trouble, Maeves watching her right now. We’re making you stew? Soup? I’m not sure,” he laughed.

“It smells good,” you hummed.

“I’ll bring you some up when it’s done, I’m sure Mar will be joining me too. Let’s get you back to bed.” Helping you down the hall and to the bed, you sipped some water.

“Do you need another compress?” he asked. “No I’m okay, I’m feeling a little cold so.”

“Okay baby, well the water bottles still warm so it should be okay. Let’s tuck you in,” he smiled.

Placing your quilt and a thicker blanket over you, you hummed in contentment. “How’s your head?”

“It’s not hurting as much and I’m not as dizzy anymore.”

“Good good, it’s going then. How come you didn’t call me babe?”

“It started a few days ago, I didn’t think it was anything. Apparently I was wrong. I can’t believe Margot called you, what if I’d collapsed! What if she got hurt!” your eyes welled.

“Hey hey,” Eddie sat down beside you, “Baby it’s okay, she’s alright. She did so good, you taught her so well. She explained what she needed too and she stayed safe near you.”

“I just feel bad.”

“I know, but it’s not your fault. You’re sick, you can’t blame yourself baby. Okay?” you nodded at him. “Now get some sleep.”

Closing your eyes, the door clicked closed and Eddie headed back down to Maeve and Margot. “Mama otay?”

“Yeah she was just telling me she’s starting to feel a bit better.”

Maeve squeezed his shoulder, “Well the food should be done in a little while, why don’t we watch one of your movies?”

“Cina-rella?”

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

The three of you sat on the bed, a tray on your lap. Big bowl of warm soup and some crusty bread. “Oh it taste delicious! You guys did such a good job.”

“Feel better Mama?”

“Yeah Mar I feel better, thank you for looking after me. You did so good calling Eddie.”

“You did,” Eddie smiled, squeezing the little one who sat in his lap.

“Just did what chu said Ma,” she smiled.

“You did the best babe, that’s why you’re my best girl. We’ve gotta be careful though or you two will definitely get sick.”

Margot coughed. “Oh no.”

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Thank you so much for reading! Please leave any requests 🤍

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masivechaos · 1 year

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I GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU TOO

eddie munson x fem! reader

Request: yes / no

Synopsis: Because of your previous relationships, you feel like your love scares people. Because you love too much. But Eddie is there to prove you wrong.

Warning/content: fluff, kissing, maybe a little sex allusion, crying, my English & very quick proofreading

a.n.: 1.4k words - first real eddie fic yayy. this is really a comfort fic, like the first time Y/n is 100% me (not physically! there's no description :) ) so be kind, i really wrote it for myself first, it might be bad

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Eddie took a deep breath, clutching the flowers closer to his chest. It was your three-month anniversary, and he knew it was silly but he wanted you to have the best night ever. Because you were his favourite girl, because his favourite moments were by your side, because he wanted you forever.

Since your parents weren’t home, you decided to invite him to stay for the night. So right now he was stressed, waiting in front of your door, not daring to enter yet, his mind was full of too many possibilities of what could happen tonight.

He shook his head before bringing his hand to the bell, ringing it once. He released a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he heard the sound of your keys in the lock. The door opened, there you were, looking prettier than ever.

Eddie couldn’t stop a quiet ‘woah’ to cross his lips. “Hi, sweetheart” he grinned, holding out the flowers.

You instantly beamed “Eddie!” you said as you took the bouquet. It was messy and homemade. He chose flowers from a shop but you were sure some were picked by his own hands from the grass. He had wrapped parchment paper around the flowers with a ribbon around it, you could see some pieces of tape. It was authentic and you loved it.

You placed it down on the old chest your family decided to use as shoe storage before wrapping your arms around Eddie’s torso, mumbling “thank you” against the fabric of his t-shirt.

Quickly, he hugged you back, pressing a kiss to your forehead “Happy three-month anniversary to us.” You could hear his smile as he spoke and it made your own lips tug up.

You pulled away, looking up at him. You cradled his cheek with your hand, pulling him into a kiss. He didn’t wait before kissing you back, holding you by the waist.

It’s when you felt Eddie shiver that you realised the front door was still open. You broke your embrace and heard Eddie letting out a whine “A minute” you chuckled, pushing the door closed.

When you turned back around, Eddie was exploring your empty living room. He came to your house before this, but weirdly it was the first time your parents weren’t home and you

didn’t have to worry about when they would come back.

A little awkwardly, he sat down on the couch and you took a seat next to him. Eddie was staring at you, almost in awe. “I have a present for you.” you picked up a box from the coffee table and handed it to him.

His cheeks turned red “You didn’t have to…” He opened the lid and his mouth fell agape. “How do you…” he lost his words. He lifted his gaze, looking at you with wide eyes “Sweetheart… it’s too expensive!”

You bit your lip, happy he seemed to like your present even if he had a weird way of showing it “I wanted to! You talked about it for so long!”

Eddie couldn’t believe you just bought him his dream guitar effects pedal. He spent hours and hours ranting to you about how amazing his guitar will sound with it and how many incredible things he could do with it. But it was way too expensive for him and accepted the fact he will only see it in his imagination. But he was holding it right now. And it was his.

“You’re crazy!” Eddie said with an enormous grin. Carefully, he set it down next to him before pulling you into him, holding you tightly.

“I- I got some things for you too,” he said, pulling away before picking up a bag from the floor. A few minutes ago he was holding it with the hand that wasn’t keeping the flower bouquet but dropped it when both of your lips touched.

“You do?” your smile was wide, not expecting something else than the flowers. The bouquet was enough for you obviously, but you couldn’t say you weren’t happy to know he thought about gifts.

In your previous relationships, you felt like you were the only one doing an effort. You were the one planning dates and they were the ones coming late. It was your birthday but all you got was an ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t have time to buy you something. But soon, don’t worry!’. You never got your presents. It was their birthday and you were spending hours and hours finding little gifts, writing letters, crafting whatever you could craft. And you thought it was going to make them happy but it was like they were scared.

Because you were too much.

Laughing too much. Talking too much. Giving too much. Loving too much.

But with Eddie, it was different. He didn’t mind listening to you talking for hours and he even found himself rambling even more than you did.

“I don’t have a lot of money so you will probably find everything silly,” he talked fast, a little embarrassed “but I wanted to give you some gifts.”

Curious, you opened the box. You found there miscellaneous items. First, you pulled out a piece of paper, unfolded it “Eddie-” it was a letter, listing all the things he loved about you. You picked up another piece of paper and read it, it was a love letter telling how he fell for you the first time he saw you and how he felt about you before you were dating. You already knew everything because he told you before but you couldn’t express how loved you felt at the moment.

Under Eddie’s stare, your eyes landed on an envelope. You opened it and felt tears stinging the back of your eyes. There were three polaroids of both of you, one for each month you’ve been together along with small notes you wrote to each other during math class. He always kept everything.

“Eddie…” you whispered. When looked up at him, you immediately broke down into tears “Thank you,” you sobbed, letting your head fall against his chest.

He immediately hugged you, not even thinking about letting you go. He knew how you felt about receiving gifts. The time he bought you a rose to give you after school, he saw how happy you were just by the simple gesture. In the beginning, he didn’t understand, it felt so normal for him to do everything he could for you, and then he heard about your exes.

From this day, he decided to drown you in a sea of presents every time he could, and today was the best occasion. He knew some people find it stupid to give so much to such a recent relationship but it’s not like he cared about what they thought.

After a few minutes, you pulled away, finding the strength to face him again “Actually…,” you wiped a tear away from your cheek “I have more things for you…”

“What-” Eddie didn’t have time to finish his sentence that you got up and rushed to your room. When you came back, you were holding a box with severals inscriptions on it that you handed it to him.

“I didn’t dare giving it to you because I thought it will scare you– not that it’s you the problem, it’s just that in the past when I gave something like this it looked like I did something wrong– I mean, of course it’s maybe weird to expect they wanted something serious serious when we are literally in highsch-”

You were cut of by Eddie’s soft voice, he had just opened the box “I love it,” he was beaming like a child unboxing his birthday presents.

“Y-you do?”

“Oh yeah,” he said with a grin. He paid attention to everything you gave him; the photographs, the little notes, the guitar pick you had a concert, the random postal cards that reminded you of him,...

Eddie was looking at you like you were his entire world. He honestly didn’t know how someone as incredible as you could love him. He couldn’t express how much you matter to him with words so he could only grab you by the waist, pull you into him and kiss you.

“God. I think I’m in love with you”

“Think?”

“No. I know I’m in love with you”

Eddie made you feel like you were the only person on Earth, like you were all he cared about. For the first time, you felt like someone’s first choice.

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