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Fatherhood: Billy Hargrove

Billy met you when he moved back to California after graduating high school and turning 18. He got a job working at an autobody shop. He watched you pull up in a baby blue 1969 Bronco; he was the first one to come up to ask you what kind of help you needed. You thought he was cute and hoped to run into him again.

While driving home after work, he noticed that same Bronco in the parking lot of the local grocery store. He didn’t want to seem like a stalker, but seeing you twice in one day felt like a sign.

He was right to ‘run into you’ at the grocery store- you asked him if he wanted to hang out that weekend, and the rest was history. 

Your relationship moved ‘quickly,’ saying ‘I love you’ after a couple of months, moving in together at six months, and engaged within a year of knowing one another. Your friends thought you were insane, and so did your parents- until they saw just how happy Billy made you.

After a small wedding on the beach, the two of you enjoyed a few years of married bliss before deciding to start your family. You wanted ‘like a million’ kids. Billy wanted to make you happy but couldn’t suppress his fears of being like his father. ‘Billy, you’re nothing like him- you’re different, love.’ as much as you tried to reassure him, it could only do so much.

You wanted to tell Billy you were pregnant in some cute way, but he beat you to it when he was emptying the bathroom trash, ‘Holy shit.’ he muttered under his breath before going back inside the house to ask you if it was true. When you nodded, he hugged you tightly and promised to be the man you saw him as.

Watching your body change throughout your pregnancy made Billy feral. Knowing you were having his baby- it just did something to him. He’d rub your feet and hands at the end of the day to help alleviate swelling pains. He’d help you rub cocoa butter on your bump to help with stretch marks. He went to every appointment and listened as you summarized parenting books to him. 

When the two of you found out you were having a boy- Billy tried not to think about the pain Neil had put him through; he would be the father he’d wished for as a kid.

Joseph Anothy Hargrove, 8lbs 14 oz, 19 inches, was born August 15, 1991. Billy was in love the second he laid his eyes on the infant; he had your eyes- how could he not fall in love with those eyes all over again?

In the early months of Joseph’s life, Billy felt useless. He tried his best to help and became inactive as Joseph got older and slightly less dependent on you. His favorite time of day was the early mornings he’d spend with Joseph; you’d be asleep in your shared bedroom. Billy would sit in the rocking chair in the corner and hold Joseph against his bare chest, ‘I got you, baby. Daddy’s always gonna be there.’ 

Billy kept that promise. Whenever his son needed him, he was there. He coached Little League basketball and even took a turn being the leader of his Boy Scout group. 

Both of you taught him how cars worked- although you’d sneak away after a few minutes to give the boys their bonding time, you loved how Billy relaxed when he was with Joseph.

Billy had broken the cycle.

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Road Trip |Steve Harrington × FemReader

~ You and Steve make plans for a road trip to the beach that is 30 minutes away from Hawkins, the drive from there and back is a total mess and it's up to you and Steve to calm everyone down and control everything so that it goes planned

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Warning: Use of y/n, readers pronouns are she/her (sorry), complete chaos, mentions of the events from the upside down, Steve feeling left out and 'targeted', might be some misspelled words, a little bit of a cliff hanger at the end. (Enjoy and pls request more ideas)

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“Okay and turn right here”

“Here?”

“Yes babe here!”

It was hard for Steve to hear your directions due to the people in the back of the Volkswagen (that you and Steve rented for this particular trip) were talking a little too loud just for them to be 2 inches away from each other. “Y/n did you get my sandals?”. “Yes I have them in the front with me!” You shouted back to Max so that he could hear you, “oh wait did you get my towel too?”. “I brought an extra one so yes I did!” This time you shouted back to Lucas, “and what about my sunscreen?”. “I have everything that you guys need with me!” You responded to Mike loudly while also talking to everyone to prevent them from asking any further questions.

“How long is this ride gonna take, you know it's hot back here!?” Robin says with an annoyed grunt while moving around, “we're like 5 minutes away just give me a second okay!” Steve replies back to Robin with an annoyed tone. Steve has trouble with being able to concentrate at multiple things at once, he tends to get frustrated or he starts feeling pressured, that's why you're always around, to prevent Steve from blowing up on the kid or even Robin and Eddie.

“Here Robin is the air hitting you know?” You say while moving your air fan towards the back in hopes that it reaches to her. “A little, I would feel more if Eddie's hair wasn't making me claustrophobic!” Robin sounds even more cranky but you couldn't blame her, she was in the very back with a guy who only gets a haircut every 7 months and to top it all, there was a whole lot of movement In Front of her that prevented any access of air going towards her.

“Well beauty takes up space, we already talked about this!” Eddie responds back to robins complaints, he seems to be the only one that doesn't seem physically bothered with his overgrown hair. “Here take one of these” you reach your hand out as far as you can to give Eddie a rubber band, “no that's gonna make my hair look bad at the beach, no girl is gonna want me with my hair up, why else do you think I grow it out!” Eddie replies back while pushing your hand away from his direction to deny your offer. “Well no woman is gonna like your hair being a mess while looking like you haven't showered in weeks” you say to Eddie while moving your hand back to his direction while also trying to dodge your arm from hitting any of the kids heads. Eddie finally took up on your offer and snatched it out of your hand while pouting a little and mocking you under his breath,

“That's true, honestly man, what conditioner do you use cause Jesus, that thing is a bird nest!” Steve butts in the conversation while looking at Eddie through the rear view mirror, “Clubman but that's cause it's always on clearance so I work with what I can get” Eddie moves his head as he talks to Steve to show that he's trying to give him attitude, “that's why, you should use the one that Steve uses, he uses this shampoo called Fa- HEY!” Your sentence was rudely cut off due to Lucas pushing himself through the little gap between you and Steve to get the bag full of snacks that sat on your lap, “sorry excuse me” Lucas says before he sits back down and opens the bag for Dustin and Max to see and grab what they want. “Hey no no no half of those are robins and Eddie's, don't eat them” Steve tries to stop the kids from eating what's not theirs, “yea guys, half of those are mine come on!” Robin says while trying to see and check that none of the kids take her candy, “y/n! Get your kids, they're practically robbing me!” Eddie screams out to you while trying to grab any candy from Dustin's hands.

“Hey, give me the bag”. “Okay just give me a second”. “Guys give her the bag!”. “That one's mine STOP EATING IT!”. “Let me have one!” chaos broke loose over candy, everyone was screaming and talking to each other at the same time, Eddie and Robin were moving in their seats to get a closer chance of getting their candy back from the greedy kids, Mike, El and Will were complaining about Robin and Eddie hitting their heads with their grabby arms and hands while you were yelling at max, Lucas, and Dustin for not listening to Steve and the other 2 adults while also trying to prevent them from eating more candy. Steve wasn't sure if he liked the commotion, he sure didn't like it while driving but he knew that it wouldn't be a perfect road trip without an argument breaking out over something little such as candy.

“OH WOW LOOK AT THAT WE'RE HERE!”

Steve says loudly which grabs everyone's attention, that one sentence has everyone go quiet and look out the windows. Hawkins was the most boring town known, I mean any new folks only go there for a bathroom break to Disneyland so something as basic as the beach was thrilling to everyone including you and Steve.The moment of calmness and quietness was soon over when Dustin and Max opened their side doors to run out. “Woah woah hey guys hold on!” Steve says frantically in hopes of slowing down everyone from getting out of the car, but no one listened to him instead they just kept getting out of the car until it was just you and Steve left, “they never listen to me” Steve sighs and unbuckles his seat belt to get out, he then goes to your side of the car and opens to door for you and help you carry anything that you needed help with. The kids seemed to have found a perfect spot that was not too far from the water but not too close.

you and Steve watch everyone set their towels down onto the sand from afar, “you know what Max told me” you say to Steve to start up a conversation, “if it has something to do with my bathing suit then dont bother, her and lucas already made fun of me enough” Steve says while moving his left arm (since his right hand is dragging along a cooler filled with refreshing drinks) around to make awareness to himself that his swim suit is a joke to the kids, “what? No….well..” you look Steve up and down

“Okay maybe your bathing suit is a little funny” you giggle at Steve which causes him to laugh as well, “no but max told me that she always wanted to go to the beach since coming to Hawkins cause that's the only thing that reminds her of California” you say while squinting your eyes a little to look up at Steve, “is that why you planned this trip? To make Max happy?” Steve questions you, “I want her to feel at home in Hawkins, and with us since we're basically the only ones she has left” you respond back as you watch Max and Robin move Lucas's and Mike's towels and replace it with theirs.

“You know she looks up to you right?” Steve breaks your stare from Max and Robin and you turn to him, “she also looks up to you too, she told me she sees you as her older brother” you look at Steve to see him smile. Steve is an only child (it's pretty obvious) so for him to hear that he's an older brother to someone's eyes, it makes his heart jump from excitement, “they're annoying and all but I still love them you know”

“What purpose would we serve if we don't become role models to these knuckleheads” you say as you gesture your head towards the group of people that you and Steve would kill for. Both of y'all finally catch up to where everyone was at, “Jesus can y'all walk any slower” Mike complains and moves to reach for the bag that hangs around your wrist but you pull your arm away before he can grab it, “hey you should be thankful I bought your stupidly expensive sunscreen, I mean who needs a specific type of sunscreen that costs more than $3!” You complain back to Mike while you dig in the bag filled with supplies in attempt of finding Mike's ‘special’ sunscreen, “I have delicate skin okay I can't help that” Mike moves his arms around dramatically, “how many times do I have to tell you, your skin isn't delicate it's all in your mind” you let out a sigh before handing Mike his bottle of sunscreen which he rudely snatches away from your hand but before he can walk off Steve hits him in the back of his head, “hey have some manners, you're only here cause El’s here so be grateful!” Steve raises his voice at Mike so that he can hear him but he was already walking away from you and Steve while rubbing his head.

After everyone got themselves situated and set all their belongings down in their own area, the kids ran into the water while Robin and Eddie moved not too far away from you and Steve to play and build with the sand. You have your bikini on and your sunglasses and right when you're about to lay down to finally enjoy the breeze, a heavy breathing and soaking wet teen runs up to you (which causes you to lift your sunglasses up to look up at him). “hey uh me and my friends wanted to know if you'd like to play volleyball with us over there” he points to a group of teenage boys standing and waiting there awkwardly, “um…no thank you I just wanna relax for today” you reject the teens offer before lowering your sunglasses down over your eyes, “okay um….” The teen stands there quietly before talking again “can I maybe get your number and we can hang out sometime?” this causes you to laugh, “Jesus dude take a hint and besides you're like 15, I'm too old for you alright so stay in school and go play with your geek friends'' you wave him off but before the teen boy can make any more comments to defend himself someone butts in, “babe do you need help with putting sunscreen on your back?” Steve makes his appearance known as he walks up to you with a sunscreen bottle in his hand, “yes please” you reply to Steve's offer before sitting up straight and giving the teen boy a smug look, “you know this kid?” Before Steve applies sunscreen onto his hand, he points a finger towards the teen who was still standing there, “oh no he was just leaving” you say and this time you wave at him in a mocking gesture, he walks off towards his friends who were laughing at him. “jesus you didn't seem to change since highschool” Steve laughs at your mockery towards the kid while rubbing sunscreen on your back, “sometimes I gotta bring the old me back you know” you mumble due to you enjoying the little message that Steve is giving you as he applies sun protection on your back.

Steve then finishes up your back and he lays flat on his stomach waiting for you to do the same gesture towards him. Yours and Steve's relationship was always equal, for Valentine's Day he'll get you something and you'll make him something, at restaurants y'all both would split the bill, when eating food you'll give half to Steve and he would give half to you. So Steve didn't have to ask you if you can put sunscreen on his back, he kinda just expected that you would and you would've expected the same for him if you were in Steve's position right now.

You straddle Steve's hips and sit on his butt. You apply sunscreen on your hand and rub them together to get the cream warm since you knew that Steve flinches and complains when you don't make any type of lotion warm before putting it onto his back. As you put pressure onto Steve's back, he starts to groan. You make sure that the sunscreen is all over his back but you didn't get off him but instead you continued massaging him. Steve deserved a massage due to always being booked and busy with work or the bills or even the kids, so you're hoping that your massage helps him feel relaxed while at the beach.

You finish massaging him after a while and once you get up from sitting on his lower back half, he slowly rises up with a face that looks like he just woke up from the best nap. “Jesus I really needed that thank you” Steve says now fully sitting up and stretching his arms, “you were looking stiff anyways so I couldn't help but loosen you up” you reply back with a teasing smile “oh God what did I just walk into?!” Eddie walks towards you and Steve with Robin following behind him, “you perv we weren't trying to sound like that” Steve gives Eddie a disgusted face for having his head in the gutter. “Yea sure hey um we're kinda hungry” Robin moves next to Eddie while swinging her arms forward and backwards, “you guys are old enough to make your own sandwich” you tell both Robin and Eddie while gesturing towards the bag and cooler filled with enough supplies to make a sandwich, “oh but I bet if we were any of your scrawny kids then you would've made us a sandwich” eddie replies back to you while pointing towards the kids and moving his head in a sassy way, you look to where eddie was pointing and see all the kids walk out of the water and head towards y'all.

“Oh look what you did now, you summoned them” Steve shakes his head as he watches the group of soaked kids walk to y'all, “I guess I'm making sandwiches” you sigh before getting up and setting everything that you needed up onto a table (that Eddie brought). “Y/n we're hungry”. “Can we eat the sandwiches now?”. “Y/n can you make me a sandwich!?”. “Oh can you make me one too please!?” The kids were now bugging you like you were their mom's and you're already used to their constant complaining and bickering so you did what every ‘mom’ would do, “alright everyone line up no cutting- HEY Eddie, I said no cutting get to the back!” You kept clapping your hands together to have the kids move faster while forming a line. As every kid came up with a towel wrapped around themselves while standing in a single file line, Steve was getting their drinks and chips ready for them to take and sit down. “Can I have mine with no mayonnaise please”. “Yea I know, no mayonnaise and no pickles” you say as you just add ham and cheese to Will's sandwich, “i want mine with no cheese and no mustard?”. “That's how you ask?”. “Oh can I please have no cheese and no mustard” you already had the sandwich set up and you give it to Mike but not after mocking his cranky face as he walks off. Everyone (including you and Steve) were now sitting down and eating y'all's sandwich with chips. “Ooo you know what sounds good right now?” Robin turns towards you, “what?”. “Watermelon” Robin says with an excited tone and smile, “I think we have one in the car, do we have one in the back of the car babe?” You then turn towards Steve who was eating his sandwich and zoning out, “huh?”. “Don't we have the watermelon in the back of the car?” You tell Steve twice knowing that he isn't the quickest thinker, “oh uh….I don't know, you want me to check?” Steve starts getting ready to walk to the car, “no no sit down, Hey Dustin”. “Yea?” Dustin responds to you calling his name (since he was the first one done eating), “can you do me a favor and check if we have watermelon in the back of the car please” you say with a cheeky smile, it was a smile that looked so nice and innocent and hard to say no to.

“....fine” Dustin lets out a sigh before throwing away his bag of chips and heading towards the car. Everyone goes back to their conversation while finishing up their sandwiches, “isn't your birthday coming up?” Max asks you, “oh yea next month” you say while nodding your head, “oh my God we should totally have a girl's night” El tells you and you just widen your eyes at her idea. You didn't have any sisters and you never had a girl's night so the idea excites you mostly when you're going to spend it with people who you dearly love. “I never had one, what would we do?” You say now fully engaged into the idea of a girl's night, “wait you never had one!?” Robin's face was fully shocked, “no why is that bad?” You say with curiosity, “oh no no that's not bad it's just that I thought you had one before, I mean what about all the girls you hung out with in highschool? You never had one with them?” Robin questions you due to the shock of you never having a day out with only girls, “no not really, I mean we would all hang out but they're boyfriends would be around so does that count?” You question the girls again. “no that's called a hang out, we're talking about a girl's night with no one else but us girls.” Max clarifies for you, “yea that means not talking about boys, no calling boys, and definitely no boys being invited” Robin says while eyeing Steve who was listening and watching y'all's conversation, “but I'm acceptable right?” No one answered Steve's question, not even you. “If you go then you're gonna hog y/n away and it'll just be me, max, and Robin” El was the only one that answered Steve's question, “I won't-” Steve couldn't even finish his sentence without being cut off and shut down from the girls, “yea you will”. “You most definitely will”. “Yes you would” with the girls ‘attacking’ Steve he looks at you waiting for you to defend him, “....anyways, do y'all go out or do y'all just go to someone's house?” You decided that it's best not to actually reply to Steve's question but instead go back to the previous conversation. Steve's face was filled with disbelief so he chose to listen and join in on someone else's conversation. “And that when the master comes in and proves to all the other peasants who the real king is but just before he can put his foot down he-....” Eddie stops his conversation with Lucas and Mike to turn his head towards Steve, “can I help…you?” Eddie raises his eyebrows at Steve, “oh me? No I'm just listening” Steve says as he moves his hand around to show Eddie that he can continue, “you wouldn't like it, let alone understand it” Eddie tells Steve and he takes it as a sign to just not join into their conversation anymore.

Steve sat in-between the 2 groups of people and he zoned out while staring at the ocean, his trance was soon broken when he felt someone's presence sit down next to him. He turns his head expecting to see you looking at him with a warm smile but instead it was Will, the least person that he talks to. Even though Steve didn't talk to Will that much, it didn't mean that he was uncomfortable around him, it was just that he wasn't sure what they had in common. “Hey…” Will says to Steve, “hey” Steve nods his head towards Will as a gesture of saying ‘whats up’. Will tries to hand Steve a small bag of chips but he kindly declines, “no thanks man, I ate too much junk today” Steve says before turning his head towards the ocean again, “what junk? I just saw you eat a sandwich with chips and a can of coke, that's nothing” Will scoffs at Steve, “yea well I gotta keep in shape for my lady” Steve repondes back to Will while turning his view from the ocean to you laughing with El and max covering robins mouth as if Robin was gonna say something she wasn't supposed to say. “you do know that she doesn't care if you lose weight or gain weight, she'll still go home with you” Will tells Steve as he opens and starts eating the bag of chips, “yea...that's why- i don't know, sometimes I feel like she's too good for me” Steve says as he still stares at you laughing with the girls, “you know what's crazy, she told me the exact same thing” Will looks at Steve with faint smile and Steve then finally looks at Will, “she said that? She told you that?” Steve knows that you have a strong bond with all the kids so he wasn't sure why he was surprised that you would tell Will something like that.

“Oh yeah, she talks about you a lot when you're not around and it gets annoying sometimes but it's also pretty cute” Will responds in a calm tone while Steve had a face full of shock, “what else does she tell you?” Steve now being more curious leans in closer to Will, “um… I don't know if I'm supposed to tell you” Will leans back a little thinking that he said a little too much than needed, “come on man I drove you here and besides it isn't anything bad, right?” Steve became more and more curious with Will not telling him what you talk about behind his back, “umm….I think she said something about not wanting 6 kids” Will says to Steve with a sour face as he watches Steve's eyes sadden, “oh…”

“Instead she only wants 3” With Will's response this causes Steve's eyes to lighten up with joy, “really?! What else?” Steve asks Will for clarification that he heard things right, “yea and she also said she wants to get married at-” Will didn't finish his sentence due to Dustin walking towards everyone while complaining and empty handed.

“I'm not doing it next time, Jesus that's a long walk. What the hell” Dustin lets out a huff of breath before sitting back down onto the sand. With everyone's attention towards Dustin, Steve grabs Will's attention back towards him to have him finish his sentence, “when does she want to get married!?” Steve is making direct eye contact with Will in hopes that he can answer Steve's question that he's been waiting for since 2 years. “Um… she said when she's-”. “Alright everyone I'm ready to go, it's starting to look a little cloudy!” you scream out to everyone so they can start packing their stuff up and heading back to the car. Will was quick to get up and away from Steve due to the pressure that he got from wanting to answer a basic question that was so important to Steve. This led to Steve sitting there in disbelief and a little bit of frustration, “babe come on help me with the bags please” you call Steve over to you, “yea Steve actually do something” max laughed at Lucas's statement since steve was in fact the only one not doing anything but Steve didn't find anything funny so he threw them both a glare which causes them both to laugh even harder. “Hey cut it out guys but seriously babe, help me out” you tell the kids and Steve while you grunt out of struggle of trying to hold all the bags in one, this causes Steve to move and help you.

With the help from everyone, things got put away quicker than expected, “wipe your feet'' Steve tells Dustin before he even steps a foot in the car, but Dustin being annoyed that he had to walk back and forth to the car, he decided to wipe his feet in the car while making eye contact to Steve. “On the outside not the inside!” Steve screams at Dustin before shoving his head in the car since he's already tired and worn out. Steve pulls out of the beach area and starts heading home, of course the kids (including Robin and Eddie) are going to freshen and clean themselves up at yours and Steve's house and if Steve's feeling chill then he'll even let them spend a night.

Everyone wasn't talking as loud as they were before, Mike and El are falling asleep on each other, Robin and Eddie are looking and daydreaming out the window, Max and Lucas are talking to each other, and Will and Dustin are jamming out to the music that was playing on the radio. With no one talking and everyone being in their own world Steve thought it would be the perfect time to bring up his unanswered question. “Um…you know a little birdie told me that you plan on having 3 kids, is that true?” Steve looks from the road to you back and forth just so he can see your reaction, “is that so? What else did this little birdie tell you?” You look at Steve while raising your eyebrows at him in a mocking way. Steve is a very curious person, he feels the need to know something even if it does change or affect him in any way and you've grown to get used to it mostly since in highschool he would constantly want to know who you would go on dates with. “Well the little birdie WAS going to tell me when you want to get married and I'm just curious cause you know I get like that…when do you actually want to get married?” Steve emphasizes the word ‘was’ and he looks at you now even more anxious to hear any sort of answer to his desperate question, “you really wanna know?” You still look at Steve while loving the way he looks back and forth from the road to you while also nodding his head frantically, it just shows that he really really REALLY wants to know. “Well I want to get married when I'm….” You look at Steve and before you can answer his question someone screams from the top of their lungs from the back of the car.

“I LEFT MY SANDALS!”

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Daddy! Eddie x little! Reader and he helps her go into little space

Okay I'ma be completely honest with you, I've never written a fic on Tumblr and the time I did write a fic like on Wattpad, I was like in 6th grade. However I'ma try to write something just for you! (Also if it sucks just tell me. I'll @ some pretty good accounts that would make a completely better fic then whatever I'm gonna make)

Daddy!Eddie x little!reader: helping reader into little space

You've been having a very difficult week. Highschool had been particularly difficult with finals coming up and with you being in honors, it just seemed to make things worse. You've been running on almost two whole days with absolutely no sleep what so ever and it was finally catching up to you. You wanted nothing more than to just slip into little space and forget about everything troubling you. But you knew you couldn't. You had studying to do and by god you were going to do it even if it was the last thing you did. Plus your parents weren't home and their was no one to tell you to take scheduled breaks. Or so you thought.

It was ten fifteen at night where you were sitting in your bedroom surrounded by books, studying flash cards, different empty cups of which used to be filled with coffee, and other things that you weren't even sure of anymore. Your room was an absolute mess and that wasn't helping the mental state you were in at all. It felt like the mess was cluttering your brain and it was making it difficult for you to think properly, making you more stressed then you needed to be. Tears of frustration started to form in your eyes as you had to reread the same paragraph over again because the last few times you read it weren't sticking. Just as you were about to scream in anger you heard loud repeating banging at your front door. And there was only one person in the world who would pound at the door at this time of night.

You got up from your spot on the floor and ran as fast as you could towards the front door, almost tripping three times, before you threw open the door to be greeted by your favorite metal head.

"Hey Y/N! How's my favorite rockstar doin-" Eddie tried to say, only to be crushed in a giant hug from you.

"Wow! You trying to kill me? Not that dying from a hug from you sounds so bad but is there any reason in particular you tried to run me over?" He jokingly asked, having wrapped an arm around your waist and was looking down at you.

You just shook your head, burying your face in his chest. You knew that if he saw how exhausted and how close you were to crying, he'd try to get you to take a break and be little and you didn't have time for that. Not with all that studying you had to do.

'Speaking of studying', you thought to yourself, 'I should probably get back to that'. You wanted so desperately to be curled up in his arms watching cartoons with a paciy in your mouth as he rocked you, but you just couldn't do that. Well that's what you thought anyway.

"Hey babe, are you okay?" He asked, now getting concerned with your lack of verbal response.

Blast! He's on to you. Just play it cool and maybe he won't notice how stress you are.

"Yeah I'm fine! Anyway I can't hang out with you right now. I have a bunch of studying I need to get back to and the finals are coming really soon so I have get back to my work, sorry" you tried to rush out not making eye contact with him as you turned to go back to your room.

"Finals? What fina- Wait do you mean the finals that are like three weeks from now? Those finals?" He asked slightly bewildered, following you to your room only to stop dead in his tracks upon seeing the state of your room.

"Jesus H. Christ" he whispered to himself (even though his room has looked far worse let's be honest)

"Yes Eddie, those finals. I need to make sure I'm prepared and ready for them because I know there gonna be hard and it's- I- just...It's gonna be hard okay! I need to do this so just leave! Please!" You snapped at him.

Why couldn't he see how important this was for you? You didn't have time to mess around! Right?

"Babe, the only thing your preparing yourself for is a mental break down. Your putting too much stress on yourself for something I KNOW your gonna do great on, by the way. You need a break so your can rest and not stress yourself into a panic attack." He concluded looking around trying to find some of your little stuff you had. "And I know just the way to do it".

As he was looking for your little stuff you tried to stop him.

"Eddie no. I can't. Not right now. Please just.....just leave." You didn't really mean that but you knew that if he stayed here you'd slip and wouldn't be able to continue your work.

Unfortunately for you, Eddie knew you didn't mean it too. When he finally found what he was looking for he turned around really quick and held it up to your face.

It was a little black bat stuffed animal he had gotten you when you first told him about your age regression. He got it to show you that he excepted this side of you with open arms and that he loved you no matter what. It had quickly became your comfort object and you used it everytime you were in little space.

"Well hi there Y/N! It's your favorite friend Midnight! I came to give you some good night snuggles!" Midnight - I mean Eddie said, using his funny little voice you loved so much especially when you were feeling small.

He was trying to get you to slip and it almost worked. You were holding it together just barley, but still you weren't slipping. You just couldn't. You looked away from him, reluctantly seeing as how you wanted to snuggle midnight desperately, and pouted slightly with with tears of frustration and exhaustion brimming in your eyes. Eddie knew you were gonna slip but you just needed a little push.

He sighed and lowers Midnight to the ground and took you in his arms, rocking you with his chin tucked under your head.

"Look I know you worried about this final, but you need to understand that stressing yourself out for this isn't going to help you. Your going to great cause your the smartest person I know and probably in the whole school. You'll do fine. And hey if it makes you feel better I'll help you with studying. I know I'm not that smart but I could read you flash cards and quiz you on stuff. So what do you say? Will you take a break for me? For your daddy?" He finally asked looking down at you, slightly worried that you wouldn't slip.

But he was relieved when he saw you nod with your bottom lip sticking out and hearing your whisper 'daddy' and holding on to him as tightly as you could.

"There's my little Rockstar" he said smiling super wide.

He picked you up and placed you on his hip crouching down to pick up midnight as he set you up for bed. He got you in you night time wear and placed your pacifier in your mouth, cooing at you for doing such a good job for him.

He walked you to you living room and put on some care bears for you to watch. He knew it was late but he thought you could stay up a little bit just to relax. As you were watching TV, he went into the kitchen, after finding your baby bottle from your room, and started making some angel milk. When he was done, he scooped you up into his lap and fed you the bottle.

You ended up drinking all of it before dozing off to sleep. Not before you felt Eddie place a good night kiss on your forehead and whispering how much he loves you.

In the end you did great on your finals. Eddie helped you along the way like he said he would. Doing flash cards with you and quizzing you on stuff. He helped you even more when you had to explain stuff to him because it seemed explaining stuff to Eddie helped you better understand what you were studying. He also made sure you took breaks in between. Either being little space breaks or just big space breaks. Eddie would always be there for you and you couldn't be more great full.

The End

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Steddie x Henderson Reader Imagine - Hot Summer Day

(Monster Town Au)

It was summer time and the hottest day so far, when your car decided that today was the day it was gonna die on you. You had spent about an hour that morning, trying to get it start and you spent most the time swearing and threating the car.

You were some how able to get it to start long enough to make it to the mechanic, but then it just died, right out front and causing you to swear and hit the steering wheel and horn.

Getting out of the car, you slam the door and swore at your car, and kicked before apologizing, asking for it to work and that you loved it very much.

While begging your car to work again, Eddie popped out from the side and just watched the you, before walking behind you, asking you what the matter was.

You jumped when you heard Eddie speak, making you turn to him and saw that his hair was up, and wearing an tank-top, so his arms were on view, and that distracted you for a moment, before he waved his hand in front of your face, bringing you back to the present.

He asked what was wrong, and you told him what happened, before asking if he could fix it, as you really couldn't be without car.

He said he would do his best and kissed your forehead, as he went and moved the car. It was a good thing he was a vampire, as he moved your car with no problem.

You sat in the shade and watched as Eddie worked on the car, as there was no other cars in at the moment. As he worked, trying to work out what the problem, the sun had moved so it was now shining on him and car.

You spent the whole the time watching Eddie, you had no idea if vampires sweated, but you could just imagine it with, Eddie glistening in sunlight before pulling his top off and wiping his face with it.

So lost in your little daydream that you didn't notice that someone was sitting next you, till there was clap next to you, which made you jump for a second time that day and yelp.

Looking to the side, you noticed that it was Steve, who was giving a smile and apologized for scaring you, as you looked at Eddie and was leaning over the engine, looking bewildered.

Steve asked if you were enjoying the view, and you whole heartily said yes, that it was a very good view, then said it would be a whole lot better if Steve was over there with Eddie, preferably shirtless.

Eddie smiled at that, while working, called out if you wanted your car fix or watch the him and Steve make out.

You thought on that for the moment, wondering if he could fix the car while making out with Steve, then said fix the car, as you need it more that the moment.

Leaning against Steve and you asked how he could deal with heat, as you were sweltering and was only human, so shouldn't it be worse for him as a werewolf. Steve just shrug, saying he was used to the heat by this point and you envied him for that.

Some how you ended up having a nap, as Steve was a very good pillow. You were gently shaken awake and noticed Eddie standing there with a proud smile, as he announced he fix your car, it was an easy fix once he knew what it was.

You smiled at him just before yawning, blinking a few times as you stood and thanked him. You asked where Steve was when you noticed that you were inside and without your favourite werewolf pillow.

Eddie said he had to go, as he had things to do but Steve did say he would possibly drop by later to you. You nodded and thanked him again before kissing him.

Getting into your car, you waved bye to him, as you pulled out and headed home, very happy that the car was fine but also that you got to spend time watching Eddie work.

That was defiantly gonna be a daydream for a good while, with both your men making out, as you watch.

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Sister, Sister.

Synopsis: Y/N Munson refused to belive her brother was a mruderer, but what could she do? She thought nothing, until she had an unexpected guest to the motel.

A/N: Idk felt like we needed a sister fic. If anyone lieks this i have a few ideas for a part 2, but if you want a part 2 send em your ideas too! REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

Y/N Munson wasn’t as big of a social pariah as her older brother, but she definitely wasn’t popular either. Sure, she got along with her brother, after everything that happened with their dad, he was determined to make sure she would have every opportunity available to her. She wouldn’t flunk senior year twice like he had, she wouldn't be left out of any party, she wouldn’t be alone if he had a say. She was 16, he was 20, 4 years apart, when things went south with their dad, he was the one that scooped her up and took them to their uncles. And that's where they stayed. They were inseparable. Sure he was protective of her, but that didn’t mean he didn’t do the usual brother things. Like turning the cold tap on in the kitchen when she was in the shower, turning the water ice cold, or if she was being extra annoying on the ride to school he’d always threaten to throw her out. He never would of course, he knew that and she knew that, but it stopped her all the same. You were like his mini me, you idolised him, he introduced you to DND, to metal, he taught you how to play guitar, he even got you a guitar of your own for your 14th birthday, you treasured it of course. People were nicer to you though, Eddie was so proud of you on your first day of freshman year. He’d expected you to come and sit with him and Hellfire, but he saw you happily chatting away to a group of girls in the lunch hall, finding your own lunch table to sit at. He couldn’t help but smile at you across the room. At the end of the day, you were each other's best friends.

It was a usual Friday night, you thought so at least. You’d been at the arcade with your friends and were waiting for Eddie to pick you up, but that was an hour and a half ago. He’d warned you he was doing a deal, and he’d be a bit later than usual. You didn’t mind for the first half an hour, but then the arcade closed and you were sat waiting on a bench outside the now dark building. You checked your watch with a sigh, and crunched your brows together. You were gonna give him hell for this.

The two hour mark passed and your anger had turned to worry. Where was he? Has something happened? At that point you went to stand up and at that moment a squad car pulled up in front of you. 

“Y/N Munson?” The officer asked you, you gave him a confused look. A pit formed in your stomach, something has happened? Was Eddie ok? Did the deal go wrong? Did he set off and crash?

“We’d like to ask you a few questions. Hop in.” The officer said, you had so many questions, but you jumped in without hesitation. Eddie told you not to trust the cops, and you didn’t but maybe he had answers for you. Eddie was tardy but this was ridiculous. When in the back you looked at the officer beside you.

“Is everything ok? Where’s Eddie? Has something happened to him?” The officer eyed you and sighed, he shook his head.

“I’ll explain everything at the station, your uncles are already there talking to other officers.” The pit just got larger and larger until you were at the station.

After you were questioned, still without the situation being explained, you were reunited with Wayne. He gave you a hug, his expression was sad and he said he’d explain it to you when you were at the motel. You never expected him to tell you how Eddie was suspected for murder, and he had ran away. You couldn’t help but sob. It was ridiculous, Eddie couldn't even kill a spider, and they're saying he killed someone? You couldn’t believe it. You WOULDN’T believe it. That night you sobbed as silently as you could while your uncle slept in the bed next to you in the dingy motel. 

It had been a few days since you were told about what happened to Chrissy. There had been another murder, you couldnt watch the news wihtout feeling sick. Wayne had gone to work, he wouldn’t be back for a few nights. He couldn’t handle being in Hawkins and took a job a few towns over to distract himself. He’d left you about 200 bucks, enough for food and if you wanted to see friends. But you hadn’t left the room for days, and you didn’t plan on it, people were slandering your brother left right and centre and you didn’t want to be witness to anyone calling him a murderer. You knew he was innocent, he was your brother after all you knew him better than anyone. You’d ordered a pizza, and were eating it in the dim room in your pyjamas. Your uncle had been to the trailer before they closed it off for investigation and grabbed some things. He was thoughtful enough to grab your VHS player and your favourite movies, all horror of course. You were pissed though, the stupid pizza place had forgotton your garlic bread. It was late though, you were too lazy to call in and complain so you just dealt with it. Biting into a slice of pizza as you watched the small tv intently, Halloween playing loudly on the tv, just as Michale Myers stabbed at someone there was a knock at the door. Dropping your pizza slice as you jumped, you ran over to the player and paused the movie. Expecting the pizza place to be there with the missing items and an apology, what you weren't expecting was a tall figure standing in front of you with a michael myers mask on. You screamed, but before you drew attention the man covered your mouth and ushered you into the room with panic.

“Shush shush I swear to god Y/N shut up it's me! It's Eddie!” He ripped off the mask revealing his face to you. When you stopped screaming you practically tackled him into a hug, not even noticing the group of people who had followed him in and closed the door behind them. 

“Eddie what the hell! Where have you been?” You practically cried as you gripped your brother tightly, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. You had never been so relieved to have your brother there. He pulled away and gave you a confused look.

“Why did you scream so loud when you answered the door, you sounded like i was gonna murder you.” He laughed, you scowled and hit him in the arm.

“I was watching Halloween asshole, and you were wearing a god damned Michael Myers mask.” The scowl didn't leave your face as you hit him again a few more times , anger rising in you “Where have you been! I’ve been worried sick, you asshole! You didn’t even call, or say anything to me! And you left me at the arcade alone for TWO HOURS!” He chuckled as he blocked your hits, apologising with every blow, eventually you calmed down and noticed the others who just stood there to witness the reunion. “Who are they?”

A stupid question really, your ecognised everyone. Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, and Robin Buckley, you knew them by pure reputation, Dustin and Lucas, members of Hellfire you’d only met briefly, and Max Mayfield. You’d heard about her from the events of the mall fire, and how her brother had died. You looked them over suspiciously. They each clambered to explain but eventually Dustin stepped towards you.

“Look, we’ve been helping hide Eddie, he’s innocent-” 

“I know.” You interrupted without hesitation “He’s my brother, he screams whenever he sees a spider, he isn't capable of killing.” Your arms were crossed as you looked at Dustin, who smiled at Eddie with a ‘really?’ expression, before explaining everything to you. The Upside Down, the curses, Vecna. By the end you were surprised, but somehow didn’t question much. That surprised the group.

“Usually people have more questions.” Steve said, he was sitting on your uncle's bed besides Nancy and Robin. Eddie was sitting next to you with Dustin, Lucas and Max in a corner, Kate Bush was playing faintly in the background, barely audible through Max’s headphones. Eddie was scoffing the last of your pizza, as he shrugged.

“She’s got an insane imagination man, she’s more accepting of things. Told you she was.” He said through a mouthful of food. 

“But why are you here? Isn't it dangerous to bring him here?” You scanned over everyones features, Nancy was the first one to speak up.

“We need all the help we can get, Eddie insisted to ask you, we told him it’d be too dangerous to help but he was adamant. He kept insisting, saying we’d need your aim.”

Looking over at your brother, you sighed, you contemplated for a moment before looking back to Nancy 

“Yeah, our dad taught me to shoot when I was younger. I was far better than him.” You chuckled as he elbowed you. Looking down you were silent for a moment before speaking up again “Will this help clear his name?” You asked. Your brother was your first priority right now, he’d protected you for so many years, and now it was your turn. Nancy nodded, and you stood up, racing to the dresser and grabbing some clothes, quickly changing and ready to set off with them. Before leaving the room Eddie stopped you.

“Are you sure about this? I know you want to help but you don’t have to.” He held your shoulders and you let out a confident sigh

“Eddie, you’re my hero. You’ve protected me since the day I was born. Of course I want to help you. Now let's go.” 

He gave you a small smile before pulling you into a hug “I’ve missed you, you little shit.” You let out a small laugh before tugging the Michael Myers mask back down over his face 

“You're really gonna regret saying that when I start pestering the shit out of you again. Besides, you need my killer aim, remember?”

And with that, the two set off into what would become a hell of a few days.

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There be Dragons (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: Eddie goes on a quest for a dragon, hoping to be rewarded with glory and gold.

Warnings: fantasy au, dragons, dragon rider, mentions of diseases, mentions of killing, weapons

Words Count: 1.9k

Request: PLEASE I CANT FIND ANY EDDIE MUNSON X READER FANTASY AUs, IM DYING OF THIRST HERE

Eddie Munson Masterlist II Stanger Things Masterlist

It’s a quest that promises wealth and glory for whoever completes it. Many have been on it and many have failed. Now, it’s Eddie Munson’s turn and he’s determined to be the first one to see the quest to the end. 

Even though he would be against slaying a mighty beast such as a dragon, times are hard and money is the power of everything. Money is even more powerful than the king that sits on the throne, so Eddie would say. Still, the hunt must go on.

It’s not an easy hunt as one might think. Dragons are thought to be easy to find with their enormous size, right? This proves to be completely on the contrary. Eddie spends weeks trudging through the woods, through the mud, and the foliage, looking for tracks of the Dragon. But there is nothing to be found. 

Just as he’s about to give up on his feeble quest, he hears rustling in the distance of the wood. It’s not like the rustle of bushes when a deer runs past them. No. From the intensity of the rustling, how it carries on for a long time, it must be something big that has disturbed the foliage. It makes him lift his sword, readying for anything, even if it’s not a dragon. 

He can feel his heart racing, pounding against his chest with each step he takes closer toward the noise. This will be the first time he’ll come face to face with a dragon. They are rare creatures, but tend to be a nuisance. So he’s heard. 

Swallowing roughly when the noise stops, he reaches out with his hand to push the shrubbery aside. His other hand grips the hilt of his sword tightly.

Just as his fingers touch the first few leaves, someone jumps through the bushes, tackling him to the ground and kicking his sword out of his hand and out of his reach. A dagger is held to his throat, making his hand jump up in defeat and his eyes go wide as he looks up at the person over him. 

“Let me guess, you’re here looking for that dragon everyone’s after,” you sneer, digging the tip of your blade into his neck, stealing the breath from his lungs. “You should know that everyone who goes looking for it, dies.”

“Not willing to share the reward, are you?” Eddie questions, surmising that you are the one killing those you have mentioned. 

He grabs your wrist holding the dagger, fights against your strength to get it away from potentially killing him, and manages to force it out of your hand. You sneer at him. Pushing yourself away from him, you lunge to grab your blade again, just as he jumps for his own sword. 

You both turn around to face each other, ready to fight, but neither of you make the first move. You just stare at each other, slightly panting and glaring. “Why would I want that blood money?”

Your question makes Eddie knit his eyebrows together and he tilts his head to the side as his eyes drop to the attire you wear. Mostly leather, straps and buckles across your hips, and a kind of riding boots. But the most distinctive piece is the shoulder pad on your left arm made exclusively from dragon scales. It does not look professionally made, some of the scales hanging loosely while others hug each other tightly. It must be something you have crafted yourself as going to an armourer with authentic dragon scales will raise questions. The very questions Eddie has.

“You’re a rider?”

Riders are a thing of legend. No one has been a rider since the eradication of the Dragon Flu, a sickness that affected anyone in close contact with an infected dragon. After the sickness ended, people stayed far away from the beasts of the sky, afraid that it was still around them. 

“A protector. From people like you,” you hiss, pointing at him with your dagger as you take a step closer. 

“It is wild. A danger to the people of that village it almost destroyed,” Eddie fights back, taking a step closer as well with you. “She didn’t hurt anyone. Just because she stole a few sheep doesn’t mean she’s wild.” You take a step to the side, starting to circle with him as he does the same. You never lower your dagger. Not even by an inch. “Besides, this country is infested with sheep. She’s doing everyone a favour by eating a few. Pest control, you see.”

He chuckles at that, smiling and stopping the dance you two seem to be doing. And he lowers his sword with his gaze. 

It surprises you, making you frown at him. 

Gazing up at you again, he shakes his head causing the hair framing his face to move slightly, as if the wind blows through it. “You know, I’ve never seen a dragon. Not in my entire life,” he mentions, making you drop your guard when you notice that he no longer wishes to fight as he starts to walk a bit away from you. “I don’t even know what I would do if I actually came across yours.”

You stare at him, blinking in disbelief at how quickly he seems to have given up. Other soldiers would have tried fighting you to the death. They wouldn’t have stopped until you stopped them. They would not be talking to you like this. 

“You probably wouldn’t last a minute against her,” you say.

It makes his laugh again as he finally sheaths his sword. “I don’t think I would have had the pleasure of seeing her. Hells, I probably would have turned tail and ran at the first real sign of a dragon,” he says, exaggerating his words by pointing out into the woods. “I don’t really have the courage of a great knight.”

You shrug your shoulders, smiling gently at him as you start to walk towards him without any malicious intent. “Well, you’ve made it farther than most. Only a handful have managed to run into me,” you say, putting your own weapon away. “I am the next step in getting to that dragon and you are still alive. So, you’ve actually come farther than anyone ever has on this stupid bounty hunt.”

“Ah, the mighty protector of dragons. How I shall spread your tale and act of mercy across the lands,” he jests, holding out his arms and bowing lowly in front of you. It makes you laugh, and what a sound that laugh is that send his heart leaping in joy and pride. “I would do so, if I were a bard,” he mutters, standing up straight and resting his hand on top of his sword. 

Your eyes drop down to his hands as you bite your lip, a thought evidently running through your mind as you look back up at his face. Then, without so much as a breath, your hand shoots out to grab his wrist, forcing his palm up for you to examine as a palm reader would to tell him his future. 

“You do play the lute, I see. So, you do have the potential to be a bard. But something is holding you back,” you softly say, your fingers gently tracing the lines that curve in his palm and then caressing the hardened skin on his finger tips. “Your family? That’s why you’ve come on this quest. You’d use the money to help them before you’d use it for yourself.”

Eddie blinks at you when you look back at him again. “You can tell that just from my hand?” he asks, looking down at his own palm as if to check that there was nothing written on them that could have told you all that. 

You laugh at his action of checking both sides. “Our hands tell more than they should. They tell our past and our future. You just have to learn the magic to be able to read them. Dragons are part of that same magic. So, you spend your life around one, you’re bound to learn one or two things,” you explain, holding out your hand for him. “Now, you have a try. Tell me what you see in my hand.”

He takes your hand, still staring into your eyes for a moment before glancing down into your palm. He has no idea how to read a palm, but he hopes that there will be something that tells him something. 

At first, your palm looks like any other palm. But when he takes a longer look, he notices that some of the lines on your palm and fingers are not lines at all, but scars from cuts and burns. He turns your hand over, just as you did his in the beginning. He notices that your nails are short, roughly chopped off by probably your teeth, and they have dirt under them. Not the kind of nails you’d find on a princess, he thinks to himself. 

“You really care about that dragon,” he mutters, letting go of your hand as he returns his gaze to your eyes. “You’re just doing what you can to survive.”

You hum, taking your own hand in your other as you glance down at your palm. “So, you see, neither of us are bad people. Should we really change that because of a dragon?”

Eddie smiles at you, nods his head and glances to the side as the leaves of the bush start to move again. It catches your eye too, and you tense when you see how the man in front of you reaches for his sword at the sound of a deep growl. 

Your hand reaches out to stop him, your eyes still fixed on the bushes as a huge dragon head peaks out through the leaves. 

Eddie can’t believe his eyes. He doesn't know if his body is frozen in fear or wonder at the sight of a brown scaled dragon with green accents making its way out of the bush/ He wonders why he didn’t see the great beast in the bushes, but the colours means that it would be perfectly camouflage in the forestlands. 

“Please spare her,” you whisper, looking down at his hand that still rests on his sword. “She’s all I have in this world.”

He looks down at you, his grip slackening on his sword when he sees the desperation in your eyes. Then, his eyes move back to the dragon. He is so close to the reward that would fix his entire life. It would set him good for the rest of his life. All he has to do is slay the dragon that walks ever closer towards him. And yet, he can’t find it in himself to draw his sword and attack.

Letting go of the sword, he breathes out a deep sigh and drops his head between his shoulders, disappointed in himself. 

But the dragon doesn’t stop moving towards him. It gets so close to him that feeling its breath dishevel his hair. He looks up, his eyes meeting those golden ones of the dragon. You let go of his wrist, taking a step back as your dragon continues to stare at him, breathing in and out with deep breaths. 

“What is she doing?” he questions, holding his hands up when the dragon moves its snot to where his heart is.

“She’s giving you her blessing. For sparing her life.”

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Charming | Jason Carver

Summary: Can it be with Jason Carver we’re I’m like Eddies sister and Jason and I don’t get along at all we always bicker and tease one another, when I’m doing homework home alone he shows up looking for Eddie, and we get into one of our bickering fits when he purposely breaks my board game when he sees me start to cry he tries to help me pick it up when we accidentally touch hands and we both have a moment and kiss and it’s gets all sweet. Lol thanks :) A/N: I didn't really get the board game thing so I changed it a bit hope that's okay.

Warning: None

Requested: Yes.

Sitting in your room Friday afternoon attempting to cram all your homework into the two hour time limit that you had before you had to start you shift at the music store was alone nerve racking enough which is why when a abrupt, loud, and consistent banging on the front door only shortened your already dwindling patience. 

Getting up from your bed and stomping over to you door you swung it open, you were surprised but no less irritated to see the face of the last person you expected to see.

"Jason Carver," You stated raising a brow. "What fresh hell is this?" 

"It your brother here?" Jason asked as you started looking around the sky with a scared/curious look on your face. "What are you doing?"

"Looking for the flying pigs." You replied. "But your the only one here." 

"Hilarious, your brother. is he here?"

"Nope." You answered moving to pull the door closed, only to have it stopped by Jason's hands. Rolling your eyes really wanting to finish your work you glared at e the blonde. "Yes?" 

"Where is he?" He asked. 

"Don't know." 

"When will he be back?" 

"Don't know." 

"Is there anything you do know?" Jason asked glaring back at you.

"I know that you're getting on my last nerves." You replied. 

"You know what I think?" Jason asked talking a step into the trailer. 

"Nothing?" You replied looking at him in annoyance. 

"I think you know your 'freak' brother has been running around with Chrissy." He said talking a step forward as you take a step back. "And I think you know exactly where they are and your covering for them."  

"Wait a minute." You said holding your hands up. "That's what this is about? you're pissed your prefect, precious ex is getting it on with 'the freak?" You smiled fighting not to laugh in his face. 

"Chrissy isn't getting it on with anyone." He denied. "Especially your brother."

"Yeah your right I'm sure they're just playing D&D or something." You agreed sarcastically as his anger seemed to rise with every passing second. "Well as much fun as this was I am going to have to ask you to get the fuck out now." You said with a smile as your gesture to the still open door.

"Why? Are they here?" He asked stepping farther inside, looking around.

"No-."

"I bet you're just trying to help them hide." He accused pushing past you before walking down the small hall that led to Eddie's room.

Rushing behind him you watched as he pushed the door open so hard it slammed against the wall. "What the hell are you doing Carver?!" You asked as he looking around the empty room. 

Without a word he spins around to face you, backing out of the room he approaches you looking over your shoulder. Following his gaze you see him eyeing your room door, that you had closed before answering the door, shaking your head you took a few steps before your back was pressed against it. Of course Eddie and Chrissy weren't in there but the last person you did want in there was Jason Carver.

"What are they in there?" He asked as he approached your figure blocking the entrance. "Huh. Are you in there freak?" He shouted at the door. 

"No one is here but us Jason and you need to leave." You said placing your hand on his chest pushing him back. Grabbing your wrist pulling your hand from his chest, Jason continued to yell at the door of the empty room. 

You weren't even thinking, so much was going on as you pulled your hand from his grip, but you soon froze as you felt a pop and something hit your shoe.

Looking over at your wrist you didn't even fight it as Jason pushed you to the side. You felt your heart drop as you look at your bare wrist were the most precious thing in your life used to live. 

You don't care about Jason storming into your room as you quickly drop to your knees franticly searching the floor for the small chain adorned with various charms. 

It was a birthday present from a few years ago, Eddie and you uncle had saved up in order to buy it for you and each year they took turns adding an additional charm one with your birth stone from Wayne, a guitar from Eddie a different one each year. Your small family didn't have a lot of money but you all did thing like this in order to make each other happy, like when you and Wayne pulled money together to help Eddie get his guitar and you and Eddie surprised Wayne with a new A/C unit in his truck. 

Your shaking hands scooped up the bracelet as you cradled it in your hands you notice that two charms were missing. your breath quickened as your eye scanned the floor for the small metal trinkets. 

The small (Your favorite color) gem catches your eye, Jason finally finished searching your room turns to see you picking up it up before going back to searching. Taking a step forward Jason feels something hard under his feet, lifting his foot he spots a small metal guitar on a small broken loop. 

"Is this what your looking for?" Jason asked after picking up the charm. Your head snapped up in his direction, only then did he notice the tears streaming down your face and the slight shake  of your sobbing figure. 

Standing up your reach to take it from his hand, feeling a bit better now that you at least had all the pieces. 

"Look, I'm sorry." Jason says as you cling to the broken accessory. "I wasn't thinking, I didn't mean to take it that far."

"But you do." You replied before looking up at his with teary eyes. "You always do Jason." You finished referring to all the time were you two would tease or bicker until Jason in your opinion took it too far. 

"Hey last I check this wasn't exactly one sided." Jason countered you both knowing that more likely than not you were the one to start the disagreements, but this was not one of those times.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes as more tears fell from your eyes as you go back to looking at your bracelet in devastation.

"Okay, okay I'm really sorry." Jason repeated as he brought his hand up to hold your. "How about this, I'll fix it or I'll get it fixed or something." 

You remain silent looking up from your hands to meet Jason's blue eyes.

"It'll be as good as new." He continues as he began pulling the pieces from your hands and into his. "I promise." Once Jason had all the pieces in his hand you notice that he made no move to break away from your gaze, no move to back away in fact he was getting closer. 

Before you know it you felt his lips pressed against yours. Maybe it was all the emotion from the current situation or maybe it was years of the years of tension that had already been their, cause slowly but surly you allowed yourself to fall deeper and deeper into the kiss. 

You had no idea how long you and Jason had stood there basically making out, but the sound of a car door slamming pulled you back into reality as you pulled away. 

Both you and Jason stood there in stock for about half a second before he decided to speak. "Um, well yeah I'll get it this fixed." Jason reiterated pushing the charms and chain into the pocket of his letterman, turning and heading for the door.

As he exited the trailer Jason completely ignored Eddie and Chrissy, nearly knocking the couple over in his rush to get to his car. Walking through the still open door Eddie enter, his eyes almost immediately finding his little sister face still wet with tears. 

"Hey are you alight? Did he do something to you?" Eddie asked standing in front of you. 

Pulling yourself together you look to your brother and the blonde that stood a bit behind him. 

"Maybe next time you you should make sure your drama doesn't become someone else's problem." You said with what you hope was a decent glare before rushing to your room and slamming to door shut behind you. 

Looking absent mindedly around your room your zero in on your clock. 

"Shit, I've got to get to work." 

[randomshitwhore]

E.M-Project Partners (CHP.1)

summary: you and eddies are assigned to be project partners but Eddie has a reputation of not pulling his weight when such projects occur, and you, having dealt with it before with him, have had enough.

wc:1,210

pairing: Eddie x female!reader

warning: IDK this is the first fic I've ever written so; yelling, the reader knowing Eddie has so much potential, overall nothing really that bad but let me know if I need to add anything up here!

Chapter 2 Chapter 3

"Wheeler, Henderson, Just find a sub for him! GO! FIND A SHEEP!"

Your head shoots over your shoulder as you see your biology partner, Eddie Munson, shove two freshmen away from his table and high-five one of his club members. "And that's your partner for the project?" one of your friends asked, causing a sigh to escape your lips. "yep, that's him. Eddie Fucking Munson, can't wait to do this shit by myself"you say, letting your palms hit your head. "Wow, isn't this his third year as a senior?" You nodded your head again not moving your palms from your face. You'd known Eddie at least since sophomore year, his first senior year, guaranteeing you a shock to see him next school year in the exact same classroom you'd met in. Granted, he wasn't too excited about repeating again etheir. Still, you'd tried your hardest to help him pass finals left and right, attempting to peel him away from being a dungeon master for his Dungeons and Dragons club, known as "HellFire", for weeks on end, and to no avail.

"I've tried to help him. I really have, I just can't take it anymore! He doesn't take this shit seriously at all and expects to get credit for me doing all the work? Hell no!" You exclaimed, shooting up from the table. "In fact, I'm gonna show up at his meeting tonight and grab him by the ear and force him to do it with me. In one. whole. night."You say, making a grabbing motion with your hand. "But isn't the project due by next week?" another one of your friends asked, crossing their arms. "Yes, but if we get it all done tonight, it causes less work for me trying to pull him out of that stupid club, and i won’t have to worry about it again after this!"You say, laughing and shooting your arms out.

"That meeting is getting crashed, whether he likes it or not"

***

"You two are telling me, you couldn't even manage a simple task like finding a substitute for Sinclair?!" Eddie’s voice boomed in the old theatre room, almost as loud as the basketball game down the hall as you heard cheering echo on the walls. You inched closer to the theatre room door to eavesdrop on the conversation. “Eddie, seriously we tried! Nobody, and we mean absolutely NOBODY wanted to fill in!” You heard one of the boys say. judging the voice, you assumed it was the Henderson kid, Dustin. “We tried some of our older friends, but they had to work!” you heard the other kid say, noticing the voice as Mike Wheelers. “We even tried the middle school!”Dustin said, a sigh escaping his mouth

“Ok, this is Hellfire Club, not babysitting club,” Eddie said, rising from his chair, and making his way over to Mike and Dustin. "And still, even if you’d gotten a middle schooler to sub, I wouldn’t allow it.” He said, slinging an arm over Dustin’s shoulders. You took the opportunity to sneak into the theatre room, opening the door. You sighed as the door thankfully didn’t squeak, but jumped as it slammed shut, making all in the room aware of your presence. “Y/N? Is that you?”Eddie asked, flashing a smirk your way. Your eyes opened wide just seeing the sight of him standing there, arms crossed with his hair frizzed out due to the heat, HellFire shirt, leather jacket, and jean vest with all different types of band names all over it just looking at you up and down.

“No dumbass, It’s Kirk Hammett,” You said, facepalming at his blindness. “How’s it- Kirk Hammett? You listen to fucking Metallica?!” Eddie said, his jaw going slack. “Ya,” You said, making your way towards him, looking him dead in the eye” You got a problem with that, Munson?”You say, trying to keep a serious face.”Uh, no. No! Just that I figured you were more a Beatles or even Billie Joel kinda chick, ya know?” He said, clearing his throat nervously. You rolled your eyes, annoyed. You reach up to grab his ear like you’d said you’d do and pull him down to your level.

"Possibly, but I know I'm the kinda chick that wants a passing grade on her final!"You say, applying more pressure to Eddie's ear, causing his hand to wrap around your wrist. "Ow. Ow. Owowowowow"Eddie says, the pressure getting more intense the longer you rant to him about not pulling his weight with any group projects, either with you or any other of your fellow classmates. Eddies eyes looked at you with sympathy, he didn't realize how much his graduation meant to you, with it just giving a fresh shot at life again. Moving away from Hawkins and leaving all behind, along with your own graduation of course.

"And I know that you, Edward Munson, don't want to have to do this project, FOR A FOURTH TIME! You ARE NOT going to have me to fall back on next time, so take responsibility and GROW UP."You said, trying to keep your eyes from watering, knowing he has so much potential to get through this year and finally graduate. You couldn't stand to hear or let alone see his beat-up van pull into the parking lot anymore. "Okay, OKAY!"Eddie shouted, ripping your fingers off of his ear and pushing you onto the table, littered with figures and dice. Your eyes pierced into his as his hands laid beside your hips, not touching you but just close enough it sent a shiver down your spine, his face inches away from yours. By this point Mike and Dustin had bolted and took the rest of Hellfire with them, explaining that Eddie was in an argument of sorts, but didn't elaborate much past that.

"Look, Y/N," Eddie said taking his thumb and index finger around your chin, forcing him to look at you. "I'm sorry, I really am. Seeing as my minions have run off I'm all yours for tonight, okay?"He asked, noticing your breathing had slowed since he started talking. "You were going to leave with me whether you liked it or not"You mumbled looking down at his combat boots, one tapping the front of the other.

As you looked up at him, you watched his infamous smirk start to spread across his face, trying to contain a laugh from coming out. "Is that so?" He asked, letting a little laugh out as he asked which caused you to release one as well. "Would've dragged you out by your belt chain if I had to"You said pushing some hair out of your face, fully looking him in the eye. "Well goddamn Y/L/N, I'm not an animal!"He said, throwing his head back and laughing. "You act like one though, am I wrong?"You laughed, sending you both into a fit of laughter.

"Don't we have a project we should be working on?"Eddie asked, still laughing a little but able to form sentences instead of gibberish this time he asked. You, still giggling, nodded your head and slid off the table, and turned to face his body. "Your place or mine?"

let me know if you guys enjoyed and want a part/chapter 2!

[kingbabydollbilly]

Butter (Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Steve can’t cook for shit lmao

Word Count: 684

Summary:  Steve Harrington, your boyfriend, attempts to cook you lunch by himself for the first time.

“Babe!!  Lunch is ready!!”  Your boyfriend, Steve, called out to you.

“Just a minute!!  I just need to dry my hair a little bit more!”  You responded back, fresh out of the shower.

“Okay but hurry up before it gets cold!”

You smiled and shook your head at your boyfriend’s impatience, running the dark indigo blue microfiber towel over your hair a few more times to prevent any water from dripping down your shirt, creating an uncomfortable sticking sensation.  You then hung the towel on the rack hanging over the door of your bathroom and returned in front of the mirror.  Your fingers ran through your hair to gently untangle any knots created by the towel, cursing yourself for not being brave enough to make a big chop.  The next step you took was taking a nearby bottle of Love’s Baby Soft perfume and lightly spritzing it over yourself.  Adjusting your Def Leppard shirt and black shorts, you decided that was the most effort you were putting into your appearance for now.  After all, today was just going to be a casual and peaceful day alone with Steve, who was attempting cooking you lunch for the first time.

“Alright, here I am, no need to call the police.”  You teased, taking a seat at your dining room table placed in the middle of your kitchen.

“Yeah, sure, help, 911, my girlfriend isn’t showering fast enough and her food is getting cold.”  Steve rolled his eyes and crossed his arms across his chest, leaning against the kitchen sink.

“Shush, Harrington.  Now, show me what you’ve got!”  

“Okay, but on one condition.”  Steve pointed at you.  

“Shoot.”

“No judgment.”  

“No judgment?  That’s no fun!”

“Babe.  Do you want to be fed today?”  Steve raised his eyebrows.

“Fine, fine.  Relax, I’m kidding.  I’m sure you did a good job!  As long as you didn’t get any hair in it.”

“No promises.”  Steve shrugged, turning around to grab the plate of food he had been waiting to serve to you.

Silently, he placed the prepared lunch in front of you.  He backed up and watched for any emotions on your face.  Sitting before you was a white ceramic plate with what you guessed was a grilled cheese sandwich.  Were grilled cheese sandwiches supposed to be black?

“It…it looks good, Steve.”  You spoke, eyes never leaving the food.

“You’re lying.”  Steve accused.

“No I’m not!”  

Steve raised one eyebrow, nodding his head in the direction of the sandwich.  “Go ahead and try it then.  Revel in the marvel that is my first grilled cheese.”

“Okay…here I go…”  You smiled faintly, picking up the burnt bread.  

Slowly moving the sandwich in front of your mouth, you took a small bite.  The loud sound of thick crunching filled the room, a taste similar to charcoal covering your tastebuds.

“Wow…..it’s….”

“The worst thing you’ve ever eaten?”  Steve interrupted.

“No!!”  You took another bite, your face unwillingly grimaced.

“It’s okay, Y/N, you don’t have to eat it.  I know I messed it up.  I’ve never made anything that doesn’t go in a microwave so I kind of expected it to turn out a little scary.”

“Maybe it’s….a little overdone?”  You set the sandwich back down onto the plate and stood up to move closer to your boyfriend.  “I think you’ll get the hang of it if we do it again but together next time.”  You dragged your hands over his shoulder and met them at the back of his neck.

“I think I would do much better if you were helping me.  And by helping me I mean doing all the cooking.”  Steve chuckled.

“Oh, stop.  I believe in you, sweetheart.  Maybe you just didn’t put enough butter on the bread to keep it from burning so easily.”

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed as he paused for a moment.

“Wait….you’re supposed to put butter on the bread?”  He questioned.

A tight lipped smile formed on your face as you ran your hand over his chest, your other hand still holding the back of his neck.

“Oh, honey….You’re lucky you're pretty.”

[seidenbros]

Three Little Words

Request: Can I request an Angst to happy ending Eddie Munson x Chrissy long oneshot where Chrissy and Eddie are dating and happy and Jason sabotages the relationship by writing a note saying awful things about Eddie and he shows it to Eddie and makes Eddie believe Chrissy wrote it. When Chrissy finds Eddie later, she tries to hug him and he pushes her away and she’s confused why he’s acting this way and she asks him what’s wrong and he starts yelling at her in anger and confronts her about the note and shows it to her and she starts sobbing and tries to convince him that she didn’t write it and she tells him she wouldn’t do that because she loves him and that’s the first time she’s said she loves him and when he finally realizes Jason set him up, he apologizes to Chrissy and hugs her and kisses her and tells Chrissy how sorry he is while he keeps kissing her and tells her he loves her too and he ends up taking Chrissy back to his place and they show each other just how much they love each other by having their first time together? | from @borhapgirlforlife19 Requests are open | prompt lists for inspiration | Stranger Things Masterlist

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham Word count: ~5500 Warning/Tags: shameless smut, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, vaginal sex, established relationship, angst with happy ending, misunderstandings (let me know if I missed anything) | 18+ MINORS DNI Author’s note: And we ended up with smut again, so be aware that this is what you're gonna be reading after I think 3k words xD 💚

Ever since breaking up with Jason, Chrissy hadn’t really felt at home at her usual table anymore. Half a year ago, she’d had enough of Jason’s way of trying to control her, but more so even the way he treated others, people who were… different. Being different wasn’t a bad thing, it made people interesting in her opinion. Better than conforming to everything other people said, who tried to tell you which movies were the best, which music to listen to and whatnot. Chrissy had lived that life, had nodded to everything, had tried her best to fit in, but at one point, it had broken her, and she hadn’t felt like herself anymore. Trying to keep up appearances for her parents and others had worn her down. She still loved being a cheerleader, loved her friends, but she didn’t want to pretend that everything they did was okay, and she didn’t want to keep quiet about it anymore.

One day, she confronted Jason about his behaviour towards the Hellfire Club, and he’d stared at her at first, before he’d dragged her out of the cafeteria to ask her what the hell had gotten into her. After that, it had taken Chrissy mere days to break up with Jason - in front of everyone during lunch break. Her friends had cheered her on, while Jasosn had yelled whatever after her, because she’d stormed off without another word.

Eddie had found her later on, skipping class, because he couldn’t sit through another maths class this week. And he’d congratulated her on getting rid of that idiot, but he’d also been concerned about her, asking her if she was alright.

“Never been better,” she’d said with a grin, because she’d finally felt free. Being without Jason was better than being with him and being controlled all the time. She’d even confided in Eddie about the way she’d felt during that relationship. Jason had never been abusive, had never done anything to harm her, and he’d publicly proclaimed his love for her so many times, but it had never felt that way.

Since then, Chrissy had found herself talking more and more to Eddie, even seeking him out at his table now and then, because she enjoyed his presence, enjoyed talking to him - but not just that. She’d found herself looking forward to seeing him every day, and when she did, her heart skipped a beat. Oh, she’d known what these signs were, and so one day after school, she’d gathered her courage to ask him out.

“You’re joking, right?” Eddie had said, eyes wide with surprise, because that had been the last thing he’d expected. His heart had been hoping that she hadn’t been making fun of him, but he’d still been wary.

“No, I’m completely serious, Eddie.” The shy smile on Chrissy’s lips had won Eddie over and he’d agreed to go out with her. Even if it had turned out to be a way to get back at Jason or whatever, he’d definitely enjoy her company. He’d been hurt worse before.

But it hadn’t been a joke, and Chrissy hadn’t even thought about Jason when she’d asked Eddie. She’d been serious, and after that first daer, Eddie had realised that she liked him as much as he liked her.

For three months, they’d been dating now, and Chrissy couldn’t be happier. Eddie had shown her the music he listened to, had made her mixtapes, and Chrissy thoroughly enjoyed listening to them. Because it wasn’t what everyone else listened to, because it was different. She liked getting to know new things, and Eddie introduced her to a lot of new stuff. He even tried to teach her D&D, but she had to admit that it wasn’t exactly her kind of thing - at least not to play. But she’d happily listen to him talk about his campaigns, because she enjoyed seeing him get so passionate about something. The same passion he put into every kiss they shared.

Eddie couldn’t believe that this was really happening, that he was happy with a girl like Chrissy. He’d had hookups, but a real relationship was also new to him. But they eased into this together, got to know each other better and better, and Eddie found himself lonely when he took Chrissy home in the evenings. She’d stayed over only a couple of nights, usually on the weekends, but nothing had happened so far. Not because Eddie didn’t want that - it was hard to keep his hands to himself with someone as beautiful as Chrissy - but he wanted to give her the time she needed. Eddie was head over heels in love with her, he couldn’t deny it, he just didn’t want to scare her away by telling her. After all, her last relationship had only ended six months ago.

“You know that she’s not really with you because she loves you, right?” Jason came up to the bench and sat down next to Eddie, who immediately rolled his eyes. He’d never been a fan of Jason because of his stuck up attitude, the condescending way he talked to other people, and he liked him even more now.

“What do you want, Carver?” Eddie didn’t look at him, and reached for the cigarettes in his pocket. Now, he felt even more like smoking than he’d done before, in hopes that it would calm his nerves, so he didn’t punch Jason in the face.

“Hey, I’m just here to do you a favour.” Jason shrugged and waved the folded up paper in his hands, which got Eddie’s attention. “Your girlfriend is not as nice and angelic as she makes you believe. She’s got a pretty mean side to her.”

“Yeah right…” Eddie scoffed. What did Jason think he would achieve with talking about Chrissy like that? Well, apart from Eddie getting angry at him, of course, but Eddie tried his hardest to concentrate on clenching and unclenching his fist instead of swinging it at Jason’s head.

“Just trying to save you the heartbreak. Read for yourself.” Jason put the piece of paper next to Eddie before he got up and left. Eddie should have thrown it away immediately, but curiosity got the better of him and he reached for it, unfolded it to read what was written down.

It definitely looked like Chrissy’s handwriting, that much was for sure, but what she’d written down made him drop his cigarette. He’d never thought that Chrissy would say or write stuff like that. The word freak appeared more than once, just like disgusting, and he didn’t even want to read the rest of it. The bunched up paper landed in his pocket, before he got up and left the school premises to get to his table in the woods. He needed to be alone, needed some time to think and breathe, because if he went back to school now, he was sure that he’d punch someone.

Chrissy had been looking everywhere for Eddie, but after school she figured that she’d find him in the woods, and there he was sitting on the bench. Her face lit up immediately, because she was always happy to see him.

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you,” she said, stepping up behind him, but when she tried to wrap her arms around his shoulders, Eddie immediately got up and stepped away from her. He walked around the table to put some distance between them, and when he looked at her, she could see the anger in his eyes, mixed with pain. “What’s wrong?”

“Don’t know what you still want with the freak.” Eddie spat the words at her, crossing his arms over his chest to keep himself from flailing his hands around or starting to twirl his rings, because Chrissy knew by now that he always did that when he got nervous.

“Don’t call yourself that, Eddie…” She’d always hated that term, because of the negativity everyone saw in the words. They were both freaks in the best way possible, but she knew that he didn’t mean it that way.

“Oh no, sweetheart, that’s what you called me.” He shook his head, kicked up some dirt and avoided looking at her. The words played over and over in his head, and he couldn’t shut them out.

“When did I ever do that?” Even when she’d still been with Jason, she’d never used that term for him or any of his friends.

“Don’t bullshit me, Chrissy!” His voice got louder, the anger welling up in him, lacing his words, when he finally looked at her again. “I knew when you asked me out that it could only be some kind of… bet or something. What would you want with me? But this? Fuck it, Chrissy, I really thought you cared for a moment, but no. No, you just used me, right?” He took a step towards her, but stopped himself before he got too close to her. The urge to wrap his arms around her despite everything was too big, while he wanted to hurt her with his words at the same time - just like she’d hurt him with everything she’d written down. “Used me to get back at that fucking prick Jason, but he told me everything.”

Chrissy had never seen him this angry, never had him raise his voice at her, but right now, she was really taken aback, maybe even a little scared. Not that she feared that Eddie would do something to her, hurt her, but she was afraid of what this meant for them.

“What’s Jason got to do with all of this?” Her voice broke at the end, tears now taking over, because she couldn’t take this. Something must have happened that made Eddie think that this was all a joke to her, when he couldn’t be further from the truth. She loved him, she just hadn’t been able to tell him yet, afraid that it might be too early in their relationship.

“Oh he just filled me in on what kind of person you are, little Miss Perfect.” Eddie reached into his pocket, took the piece of paper out and threw it in your direction. “Didn’t think you’d be someone who toyed with other people’s emotions, but here we are!” He nearly yelled the last part of the sentence, extending his arms in a grand gesture.

Chrissy wiped her tears away, but new ones were already coming, while she leaned down to retrieve the paper.

“I was never playing with you,” she choked out, tried to blink the tears away to be able to read what was written down, and once she could do that, she gasped. It was horrible! No wonder Eddie was so agitated. Her hands were shaking when she put down the paper again. “I… I didn’t write this!”

“Bullshit! That’s your handwriting!” Eddie couldn’t look at her, couldn’t look at the tears that filled her eyes, because he’d never wanted to hurt her like that, to be the reason she had to cry, but he’d never expected this kind of situation either.

It definitely looked like her handwriting, but not completely, and if they put for example her homework right next to the paper, they might be able to make out the differences.

“I know it looks like that, but Eddie… please! I didn’t write this! I would never write or say anything like that about you!”

“Why should I believe you?” Eddie challenged her, his eyes still fixed on her, but he stayed in place. God, he couldn’t see her cry, it hurt too much, but he had to protect his own heart.

“Because…” she started, but had to swallow the lump that was building in her throat. This wasn’t how she’d expected to tell him, but she couldn’t keep it to herself anymore, had to tell him. “Because I love you, you idiot!”

“What?” Eddie’s eyes went wide, his heart started beating halfway out of his chest, but this time not because he was so agitated, but because of her words that meant the world to him.

“I Love you, Eddie… So much that it hurts, because you think I could write something like that, when all I want is to be by your side!” The tears were flowing again now, sobs racking through her body, as she hugged herself. She’d thought this would be a wonderful moment, when she told him, but instead, she was crying and they were both hurt.

Her emotions were so raw, so real, and Eddie felt bad for making her feel that way. Still, that paper Jason had given him… it had made him question everything. Not exactly because he’d doubted her feelings for him, but more because he couldn’t believe that she really wanted to be with him when she could have pretty much everyone else. Self doubt had accompanied him pretty much all his life, so as soon as he’d gotten a chance to doubt their relationship, he’d jumped right on it.

“Chrissy, I…”

“I really didn’t!” she interrupted him, shaking her hand. “I don’t know… maybe Jason wrote that… he… I mean he knows my handwriting.”

“Hey…” Eddie said softly, stepping up to her. Ever so gently, he put his hands on her upper arms to stop her from shaking. “Look at me…” He waited for her to raise her head, look into his eyes. “I’m sorry…” He had to start somewhere and apologising to her was definitely that first step. Jason had set him up with that, because he was jealous, because Chrissy didn’t want to be with him anymore. Eddie just hadn’t seen it before, because his doubts had gotten in the way. But the way Chrissy looked at him, everything she’d just said, had made it clear to him that she couldn’t have written anything like that.

“Eddie, I really mean it.” her voice was quiet, barely more than a whisper.

“I know… and I’m sorry I doubted that you were being honest with me.” Eddie framed her face with his hands, ran his thumbs over her cheeks to brush the tears away, before he leaned down to kiss her lips. Chrissy’s hands landed flat on his chest, because she still held back. God, she wanted to wrap her arms, her whole body around him to be as close as possible.

Eddie was the one to do that, when he broke their kiss. He pulled her against his chest, wrapped his arms around her and held her like this for a moment, feeling both their hearts beat in sync. His hands roamed her back, and he sighed in relief, when Chrissy melted into his embrace, her arms coming around his body, hands resting on the small of his back.

Eddie brushed her hair aside to place a kiss right behind her ear, getting the reaction he was looking for when she sighed in pleasure, the tension easing out of her body more and more.

“I’m really sorry, princess… I should have known better,” he said close to her ear, his hands now resting on her waist, thumbs brushing over her stomach. He raised his head only to touch his forehead to hers, brush her nose with his own. “I love you, Chrissy.”

Her eyes widened just a fraction, before a smile spread across her lips. She closed the gap between their lips and kissed him, pouring all her love into that kiss. Eddie’s hands stilled, just kept her in place, until she practically jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around him. Eddie’s hands landed on her thighs, supporting her, but only until he reached the table and was able to put her on top of it.

“So, so sorry,” he whispered against her lips, but he could feel her smile. He’d apologise all day long, if that meant he got to see her smile again. When she pulled him closer with her legs, wrapped them tighter around him, Eddie smiled as well. She pushed her hands beneath his shirt, grazed his sides with her fingernails. Eddie held his breath for a moment, but then he leaned his head down, kissing down the side of her throat.

“Eddie…” she whispered, closing her eyes. Her fingers travelled further upwards towards his chest, before she dropped them again to follow his happy trail to the waistband of his jeans.

“Mhh?” His hands gripped her thighs, his thumbs kneading into the flesh while the skirt of her cheerleading uniform had rode up, nearly revealing her white panties. Eddie opened his lips against her skin, sucked lightly, marking her as his.

“You really think this is a good place for this?” Chrissy breathed out, finding it harder and harder to focus, especially when Eddie pulled her to the edge of the table, her core meeting with the fabric of his jeans, making her aware of the growing bulge there. Her gasp made him chuckle.

“What’s so wrong about kissing my girlfriend out here?” he asked, slowly pulling back to give her the most innocent look he could muster up.

“Just kissing…” Chrissy nodded, trying to keep from chuckling, so she pressed her lips together, but she bucked her hips up, causing a friction that nearly made her sigh in pleasure. While she was quiet, Eddie gave a sound that was a mix between a gasp and a moan. His hands scooted up on her thighs, brushing the elastic of her panties.

“Mhm… just kissing. But I know other places to kiss as well?”

His words made liquid heat pool between her legs, and she tried to squeeze them shit, which was impossible with Eddie standing right between them, but the motion wasn’t lost on him.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Eddie teased, one of his hands dropping between their bodies, so that he could run his fingers over her panties, smirking when he felt the wet patch on the fabric. “Chrissy, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

Eddie pecked her lips to keep her from moaning out loud when he pressed his fingers against her clothes cunt, rubbing circles into her clit. Her fingers dug into his arms, and she was panting when he rose to his full height again.

“How about… we go back to my place and I apologise again for the way I reacted? Show you what I’ve been teasing about?” Eddie pulled his hands back, before he stepped away from the table. His eyes landed between her legs, where he could see the darker patch on her exposed panties. He would have gotten down on his knees right here, but since they hadn’t done that before, he really wanted to do everything right, wanted her to be comfortable.

Heat rose to Chrissy’s cheeks, turning them pink, but she quickly got off the table and took Eddie’s outstretched hand. They’d waited long enough, and she wanted this, wanted him. Everything inside her screamed for Eddie’s touch.

It didn’t take them long to reach Eddie’s trailer, and he pretty much rushed Chrissy inside, making her giggle.

“Someone’s a little impatient, huh?” she teased as she walked backwards towards his room, while Eddie already got rid of his jacket.

“I just love feeling your soft skin beneath my fingers.” Eddie kicked the door shut behind them with his foot as he smiled down at her. “And that outfit has been driving me crazy for… God I don’t even know how long.” He’d liked her even before they’d started dating, had never understood how someone so sweet could be with the likes of Jason. Then again, he didn’t know why she’d chosen him as well, but he wouldn’t question her about this.

“But it’s just what I wear most days.” Chrissy walked backwards until the backs of her legs hit the bed. She sat down and scooted back a little on the bed.

“Yeah, then you know how often I’ve thought about getting under that skirt.” Eddie kneeled between her legs, whipping his shirt over his head, before he splayed his palms over her thighs. Warm hands moved up her legs until they reached her panties again, and this time, Eddie didn’t waste any time, and pulled them off her.

“You tell me when there’s anything you don’t like, or dont want, okay?”

“Yes,” Chrissy whispered, her right hand reaching out to caress his cheek, to reassure him that she wanted all of this. She’d been wanting that for some time now, but hadn’t been good at expressing it.

“Oh, I’ve been thinking about this a lot,” he said as he lowered himself onto his stomach, raised her left leg and kissed a trail up her thigh. “About these legs wrapped around me… about what sounds you might make, how you say my name.” He stopped there, then turned to the other thigh and kissed his way up, feeling her wriggle her hips already, begging for attention, for some friction.

“Eddie!” His name left her lips on a moan when he pressed a kiss to her clit without a warning. He chuckled, his head halfway hidden beneath her skirt now, just like he’d imagined it.

“I like the way that sounds,” he breathed before he lapped his tongue against the sensitive spot again. He used his index finger to stroke along her outer lips, watching her every reaction, and she gasped when the metal of his ring came in touch with her heated skin.

“Alright?” he asked, now pushing the skirt up so that he could look at her. 

“Mhm perfect,” Chrissy mumbled, which was followed by another moan as Eddie rand his finger along her slit, coating himself in her arousal, before he slowly, very slowly pushed his finger inside her. He was rewarded with another moan, her hips bucking against his hand, because she wanted more of this, more of him.

“Look who’s impatient now.” Eddie chuckled, but he wrapped his arm around her leg and hip, so that he could put his hand on her stomach to pin her in place. Meanwhile he started moving his finger inside her, quickly added a second one.

“Can you blame me?” Chrissy said breathlessly, biting her lip to not be too loud, but everything Eddie did, felt so goddamn good.

“No… I rather like seeing you like that.” Another reason why he wanted her to feel so good. His lips closed around her clit, he flicked his tongue against it before he started to lightly suck on it. Scissoring his fingers inside her, he got the sweetest sounds in return.

Eddie rutted against the mattress, needing some friction of his own, because his jeans were getting a little too tight by now, but he was focusing on Chrissy.

“Fuck… Eddie this is…” she tried to say, but her words were cut off by her own moan when Eddie curved his fingers and hit that sweet spot inside her that made her feel that knot in her stomach tighten more and more. She knew that she wouldn’t last long anymore. Eddie picked up his pace a little more, moved his fingers faster, while he kept teasing her clit with his tongue.

“I��m gonna… God I’m…” She couldn’t even finish what she was trying to say when her orgasm hit her. Eddie felt it, felt her pussy clench around his fingers, pull them in, and the sounds she made, the moans and sighs, his name from her lips… the best sounds he’d ever heard. He stayed with her until she went limp beneath him, heavy breathing filling the room. A whimper fell from her lips when Eddie pulled his fingers back. Slowly, he got back on his knees and looked down at her. At her flushed face, the slightly dishevelled hair, and the blissful smile on her lips.

“You good?” Eddie asked with a smirk, as he brought his fingers up to his lips to lick them clean, which earned him another sigh from Chrissy.

“Never been better,” she said as she pushed herself up into a sitting position so that she could pull Eddie close and kiss him. She tasted herself on his lips, but that only added to the sensation of the moment. While Eddie pushed his hands beneath her shirt to pull it up and over her head, Chrissy’s hands fumbled with his belt, and then with the zipper on his jeans.

“D’you believe me now that I’m sorry?” Eddie asked between kisses, his fingers working on the clasp of her bra, and once that was open, he pulled it off her body as well.

“I already believed you back in the woods.” Chrissy smiled into the kiss, the whole argument from before nearly forgotten. After all, they were here now, right? And that was what counted. 

“Good…” Eddie’s right hand cupped her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple, making Chrissy moan into the kiss. Her fingers worked his jeans as well as his boxers a little bit down his hips, but she couldn’t do that by herself. She needed Eddie’s help to get them off him completely, so she turned her attention elsewhere. She pushed her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers, wrapped them around his dick and pulled it out of his confinements. Eddie hissed at the contact, already leaking precum, because pleasuring Chrissy hat turned him on even more. He loved doing this, loved hearing her moan because of what he did. There was nothing sexier to him than that.

She used his precum as lube to run her hand along his length, quickly getting faster with her movements, but Eddie knew that he wouldn’t last long as it was, because he’d been thinking, dreaming of this so much, that it was hard to hold back. When he gently pulled her hand away from his cock, she looked a little lost, but Eddie chuckled.

“Princess, you don’t want me to spill all over your hand, do you? Because if you keep going like that, that’s what’s gonna happen.”

“Oh…” Eddie leaned down to kiss her again, explore her mouth with his tongue, which made her moan into Eddie’s mouth. When he pulled back again, she tried to focus on him, but he made it really hard for her to think straight.

Eddie got up off the bed only for a moment so that he could get rid of his jeans and his boxers, but he was with her again in a matter of seconds.

“You sure that you want this?” Eddie asked her once more, because he didn’t want to do anything she didn’t want, no matter how much he was aching to be inside her.

“Yes, I’m more than sure, Eds.” Chrissy framed his face with her hands, placing the softest kiss on his lips.

“Good.” He followed his words with another kiss, before he reached for the drawer of his nightstand and came up with a condom after a moment of rummaging around. Before he could tear the wrapper open, though, Chrissy snatched it from his fingers and did that for him. He watched her every move, the way her delicate fingers unwrapped the condom, and when she rolled it down his length, he groaned deep within his chest.

Wrapping one arm around her, Eddie lay back down with her, Chrissy’s back hitting the pillows. His sheathed cock brushed her core, making her gasp and buck her hips towards him. Eddie chuckled, pressing kisses to her shoulder, her clavicle.

“Eddie… please!” Chrissy was getting impatient, because she wanted to feel him, wanted to know how good he stretched her. It was different than with Jason, a lot more passionate, a lot more loving, and Eddie had already taken such great care of her that she felt spoiled. Jason had always been so focused on himself, Eddie was the complete opposite.

“Mhhh what?” He teased, but couldn’t stop himself from chuckling, at least until he felt her fingers wrap around his cock again. “Alright! Alright…” Eddie swatted her hand away and replaced it with his own. He dragged the tip along her pussy, coating himself in her arousal, gave himself a few quick strokes, before he lined himself up and slowly pushed inside her. His eyes were fixed on where there bodies were now joined, and only when he was buried deep inside her did he raise his gaze to look in her eyes.

Chrissy tensed up a bit, but only for a moment, revelling in the feeling of pleasure and pain, or rather discomfort due to the way he was stretching her. But the pleasure quickly took over and she relaxed.

“Are you okay, Chrissy?” The worry in his voice made her look up, but she quickly kissed him.

“Better than okay!” she whispered against his lips, brushing a few loose strands from his face so that she could see his dark brown eyes that always made her feel like they were staring into each other’s souls.

“Good,” Eddie replied, stealing yet another kiss from her lips, before he started pulling out of her, only to push right back in with a roll of his hips. He was quickly picking up his pace while placing kisses all over her body, paying special attention to her nipples. He could spend all day admiring her body, running his fingers along the soft skin and calling her his.

“You feel so fucking good, princess.” Eddie started thrusting into her. Chrissy wrapped her legs around him to pull him even closer, which was hardly possible, but she wanted to feel every inch of him, and he gave it to her. While he’d fantasised about this, this right here definitely exceeded his expectations. “All mine… all for me.”

“All yours,” she gave him the confirmation, because she didn’t even want to be with anyone else. She was all his, like she’d said. Her nails dug into his shoulders, scratched down a little bit, which only spurred him on, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper even, and Chrissy moaned his name loudly.

“So good for me… so tight around me…” He was babbling now, but Chrissy didn’t mind. Quite the contrary, it was incredibly hot in her opinion. “You gonna come for me again, princess? Hm?”

When she felt his calloused fingers against her clit, Chrissy nearly screamed in pleasure, but instead, she clung onto him, trying to control her breathing, but she failed.

“Yes… yes please. So close, Eds!” Her back arched off the bed again, pressed against Eddie’s own body, but he didn’t slow down, no, he kept going like this, rubbing circles into her clit again just like he’d done before. He knew that his own orgasm was just around the corner, but he wanted to hear her scream his name before he let go, feel her come all around his cock, so he concentrated on her.

“Go on… let go, Chrissy!” A sheen of sweat was covering both their bodies and the sounds in the room were downright obscene, but he couldn’t care less. All he cared about was Chrissy, that he made her feel good, and he did. When she came undone for the second time, though, she did something better than scream his name.

“I love you, Eddie,” came over her lips as her oragasm made her legs shake around him, her pussy clench around him once more. His hips stuttered, his movements growing frantic, because her confession of love had made him lose all control and spill his seed into the condom. A string of curse words mixed with her name left his lips.

Heavy breathing filled the room as they were both coming down from their high. Eddie’s weight was mainly on his arms, because he didn’t want to crush Chrissy beneath him. Once both their breathing slowed down, Eddie raised his head from her shoulder and looked in her eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Hi,” he whispered before he leaned down to kiss her lips.

“Hi,” she whispered back, but whined when he eventually pulled out of her.

Eddie slowly got up from the bed to get rid of the condom, but his eyes landed on Chrissy immediately again. “You think you can stand on your own legs?”

“I guess so… why?” Chrissy sat up on the bed, pushed her hair back from her face.

“‘Cause I think we can both use a shower. And maybe another round.” Eddie wriggled his eyebrows at her, which resulted in a loud laugh from Chrissy, but she still scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up.

“Look who’s insatiable.” Chrissy wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. Eddie’s hands landed on her hips pulling down the skirt she was still wearing, because she wouldn’t need that in the shower.

“Only when it comes to you,” he whispered against her lips, pulling her flush against him. “Because I love you.”

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Oh, Baby

A/N: I have not been motivated in the slightest to write anything recently, but I was in the shower and thought of this.

Warnings: Pregnant!reader, afab!reader, she/her pronouns, delivery, comfort, Y/n is overused, I have no idea what pregnancy or birth feels like, this is all either from google or how I think It'd feel like.

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: You're pregnant, three weeks till your due date, your husband is on tour with his band for a last 'hurrah' before he becomes a stay-at-home dad. One problem. He arrives back at home tomorrow, but your water breaks tonight.

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You were making dinner when you felt it, a slight pain in your belly, you turned the stove on to low as you made your way towards the bathroom, you didn't.

Wayne's in the kitchen, getting ready for his night shift, you feel a trickle of liquid rush down your leg. embarrassed you rush back to the kitchen to grab towels.

Then you feel the pain, a soft pain in your lower stomach before a sharp pain travels through your body. You take deep breaths, putting your hands on the counter holding yourself up.

no. nope. not happening.

"Are you alright, Y/n?" Wayne speaks from the living room where he's tying his shoes. you quickly shake your head as the pain leaves after a minute. He moves quickly, coming to your aid.

Wayne was staying with you just in case you needed anything while Eddie was gone. you had a spare bedroom and he was happy to help. "My water might have just broken in the hallway."

Wayne looks, seeing a small puddle of liquid on the hardwood. "You call Eddie, I'll grab your bag, okay?"

You give a soft nod, making your way to the phone, "It's in the nursery."

You punch the numbers of Eddie's phone, before looking to the stove to see the time, it's seven, meaning Eddie is playing his last show for the next few hours.

There's no hope in calling him, he won't have his phone on him, you quickly dial his managers.

ring

ring...

ring...

"Hello?"

"John! It's Y/n, Eddie's wife."

"Hey, hon' what can I do for you?"

"I might be in labor, would really appreciate it if you would notify Eddie."

"Oh! sure thing!"

"Thank you! I'll be at the Hospital in Hawkins, tell him he can reach me there."

"Of course!"

"Alright, thank." You hang the phone back up, just when Wayne comes back down the hallway with your go bag and your shoes. you look at him in appreciation.

"Talk to him?"

"no, I called John, he said he'd relay the message." Wayne nods, heading to the door.

"Ready?"

"Nope."

"Sounds about right." Wayne laughs as he helps your sit and put on your shoes, he grabs your hands, helping you stand up and head out the door.

It's silent for most of the ten minute car drive, there's a total of three contractions on the way there. Wayne just reaches over to squeeze your shoulder.

you walk in the emergency room, a nurse comes quickly with a wheelchair. they find you a birthing room as a nurse starts to ask Wayne questions.

How far along is she?

Is she on any medication?

"Ask me.' Y/n sits up, looking at the nurse.

"Oh! I'm sorry, are you not the father?"

"No!" Both of you shout at the same time.

"I'm-"

"Grandpa, He's the baby' grandpa." The nurse nods, looking over to you.

"Alright, if you can lift your legs on the stirrups, I'll check your dialation." You nod as Wayne comes to your side, he asks you a silent question.

Want me to go? You shake your head, he's the only one here and you'd rather not do it alone.

"Alright, you are six centimeters dilated." Your eyes widen, only four? you need to dilate four more inches?

"How long?"

"It differs from patient to patient, Ma'am."

Another nurse comes into the room, "You have a call, it's transferred to your phone."

Wayne hands you the phone.

"Eddie?"

"Sweetheart?"

"Hey."

"Are you alright?"

"Are you kidding, I'm getting ready to push out your baby and you aren't here."

"right, sorry. I'm about to get onto a flight, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"You better or I will be so pissed at you."

"I know, baby"

"Please hurry."

"I will, I love you, honey."

"I love you too, Eds."

Eddie asks if he can talk to Wayne so you hand the phone to him, just in time for another contraction, Eddie can hear it through the phone, he feels a tear roll down his eye in this empty airport.

That's how your night turns, for three hours, Wayne never leaving your side, telling you to squeeze as hard as you want. You do, you feel bad, but you do. "Alright, Mrs. Munson, you're at nine centimeters."

"Can I push? Please can I push." You can't even hear Wayne's words of encouragement in this moment, you see the doctor shake her head, as she says something, "I change my mind! I don't want to do this! He's supposed to be here!"

There's tears running down your cheek. You had received your Epidural Block two hours ago, you still felt the pain, but right now all you were feeling was the absence of someone who is supposed to be in this room, right now.

“Alright Ma’am, take a deep breath and push for me.” You do as she says, Wayne squeezes your hand. You can finally hear everything around you again, you can also hear the heavy footsteps in the halls.

A doctor hurries in followed by a frantic looking Eddie, you sigh in relief as he makes his way towards you. He kisses your forehead and takes a hold of your hand.

“Another breath and push.” The doctor speaks again, you do, looking at Eddie as you do, you’re so beyond grateful he got here in time.

“One more.” You have tears running down your cheek as you give it your all, you collapse back onto the bed once you’ve done your best, that’s when you hear it. The soft wailing of a child.

“Congratulations, It’s a girl.” Eddie smiles down at you, brushing stray hairs away from your face as he kisses your head once again.

“You did so well, I’m so proud of you.” The nurse hands you the baby and you hold her on your chest as eddie’ hand grazes her little arms. Wayne is sitting in the chair next to the bed as he also smiles at you.

Eddie and you both make eye contact, you have decided on both a name for a girl and a boy.

Eddie of course said, ‘if it’s a boy we have to name him edward jr.’

‘Eds, there is no Edward sr.’ because no one ever calls him Edward

After a split second, you mutter together, “Melanie.”

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[allthingsfangirl101]

*The Basketball Coach – Steve Harrington

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Warnings: sneaking around kink, protected sex, rough sex, public sex, single-mom, teen pregnancy, language

I sat in the stands, my eyes on the coach. My son and I moved to Hawkins for a new start the summer before he started his junior year of high school. We were well aware of what happened here about 10 years ago, but things were back to normal.

During our first week, my son met some of our neighbors' kids and immediately hit it off with them. He ended up spending the night with a few of them and playing basketball. While he did that, I needed to blow off some steam. After a whole week of moving, cleaning, and setting up our new house, I decided to go to a bar on Saturday night.  Usually, when I go to a bar, I drink alone at the counter. That night, I met someone.

I started talking and flirting with a gorgeous guy my age named Steve Harrington. Four drinks later, we were making out in the bathroom. We were interrupted so we finished in his car. Before I left, he asked me for his number.

We spent the next week flirt-texting each other. When I texted the guy from the bar, I felt like a teenager again. That weekend, he practically begged to see me again. Not that I minded. I was dying to see him again.

Things went like that for a month - flirting all week followed by a heavy weekend where we fulfilled everything we promised while sexting. After that month, Steve told me he wanted more than just a hook-up.

I told him about Johnny and my concerns about dating a guy and he was completely understanding. We started dating but kept it "lowkey". I use quotes because nothing was lowkey about what we did when we were together. We just didn't tell anyone.

When the school year started, Johnny joined the basketball team. He came home talking about his awesomely funny coach, Coach Harrington. I was stunned. The guy I've been sleeping with all summer was now coaching my son's basketball team.

I freaked out to him, but he instantly reassured me. He said that we could keep dating without anyone, especially Johnny, finding out. I wasn't sure at first, but after the first game, I realized one very special thing - sneaking around was incredibly hot.

As the team ran into the locker room, I walked over to the sidelines. I waited until he passed me before moaning, "Good game, Coach."

"Fuck," he moaned as he froze. He looked over and bit his bottom lip as he scanned my body. "I want nothing more than to take you under these bleachers and ravish you until they call the cops because of all the screaming."

"Calm down, hot stuff," I smirked. "Can't have one of your players see their coach fucking one of their moms."

The butterflies in my stomach went crazy because of the way he was looking at me. He chewed on his bottom lip and scanned my body. He took a step closer to me, no longer caring about anyone seeing us.

"There's something I need to show you in the back of my car," he said, his voice low and dark.

"You know," I paused, "Johnny did drive himself."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the side door. I had to jog to keep up with him as he led me through the empty employee parking lot. He unlocked his car and I climbed in. I laid on my back as he crawled in.

I couldn't help but giggle as he closed the door behind him. Unable to wait any longer, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him to me. Steve smirked before crashing his lips onto mine.

We let out moans as we undressed each other. I caused Steve to groan as I tore off his polo. He kept himself as close to me as possible and pulled my shirt over my head. He glanced over my chest and moaned.

He didn't go back to kissing me. Instead, he tore my skirt down to my knees. I smirked as he sat up, letting me kick it the rest of the way off. Without breaking eye contact, Steve yanked my underwear down. As he took off his pants and boxers, I reached into the pouch behind the front seat and pulled out our hidden supply of condoms.

Steve sat back and waited for me to put it on him. He loved it when I put the condom on him. He leaned his head back, moaning as I slipped it on. The second I was done, Steve crashed his lips to mine. I ran my fingers through his hair as our bodies rubbed against each other.

I arched my back as Steve roughly pushed into me. He broke the kiss and smirked when he saw my face all scrunched from the pressure.

"Oh, Steve," I moaned. He cut me off by leaning down and smashing his face between my breasts. I let out a girlish giggle as he slipped his tongue under my bra.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath. I gasped when he pulled out of me and sat up, quickly bringing me with him. Steve grabbed me and roughly brought me onto his lap. He guided my hips until he was making me ride him.

"Holy shit, baby," I moaned as I arched my back.

"Why does it feel like it's been forever since we. . ." He cut himself off when I brought my hips down rougher.

Our orgasms built the longer I was on top of him. He pressed his hands to my shoulder blades as he brought my chest to his face. I moaned as he did what I loved - licked me.

"Baby," he growled. I gasped when he laid us down without pulling out of me. He took back control instantly. The longer he had control, the closer we got to finishing. Until my phone started ringing.

"Shit," I gasped. "That's Johnny's ring."

Steve sighed and pulled out of me but didn't pull away from my breast as I answered my phone.

"Hey, sweetie," I greeted, trying to sound normal.

"Hey, Mom," Johnny said. I almost didn't hear him because I was focused on Steve paying extra attention to my chest. "I'm heading over to Mike's house. I just wanted to call you since I didn't see you after the game."

"Sorry," I said, forcing myself to look away from the veins sticking out of Steve's neck as he chewed on the skin peeking out from under my bra. "I needed to run a few errands while I'm out."

"Okay," he said simply. "Well, I'm heading to Mike's."

"Thanks for letting me know, baby. Have fun with Mike and make sure you're home before tomorrow night. Your grandparents want to take us to dinner."

"Will do. Love you."

"Love you too."

I hung up the phone and looked at Steve. "Good news," I smirked.

He hummed as he slowly pulled away from my chest. I moaned as he started rubbing his chest against mine.

"What's the news, baby girl?" He asked under his breath as he started kissing my neck.

"Johnny is spending the night at Mike's house," I said shakily.

"Which means you're going to be all alone," he grunted.

"Mmhmm. Care to accompany me?"

Steve crashed his lips down roughly onto mine. I instantly slipped my tongue into his mouth, exploring as much as I could. He bit my lip and sucked on it before slowly breaking the kiss.

"Can't leave a gorgeous woman like you home all alone."

* * * * *

The second I opened the door, Steve spun me around and pulled me into his chest. We backed into the house, never pulling out of the kiss as we made our way inside. We didn't stop until Steve pushed me up against the handrail that led up the stairs.

With a grunt, Steve broke the kiss and picked me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist. As he carried me to my room, I turned my attention to his neck. He moaned as I chewed on his veins that always poked out when he got turned on.

I smirked when Steve roughly dropped me onto the bed. I chewed on my bottom lip as he instantly climbed on top of me. Steve started chewing on my neck, switching between kissing and licking, as he started grinding his body down onto mine.

In minutes, our clothes were scattered around the room. We tucked under my covers as we wrapped up the foreplay and got into things. Something felt oddly familiar as we switched from him being on top to me being on top. That, of course, didn't last long though. Steve hated not being in control. He could only handle it for so long. And I loved it when he took control.

I gasped as he quickly rolled us over so he was on top again. Steve roughly pushed into me, both of us moaning.

"Fuck, Steve," I moaned. "I love it when you get rough, baby."

"Holy shit, sexy," Steve moaned as he pushed further into me. "This is exactly what I needed."

There it was again - that feeling of familiarity.

I pushed it aside as I focused on moaning his name and doing the other things he liked in bed to help keep him going.

"Give in, baby girl," he groaned through his teeth. "I know you want to."

"Sounds to me like you're the one who wants to. . ." Steve made me choke on my words when he leaned down and wrapped his mouth around my nipple.

"Fuck, Steve," I moaned as I arched my back, pushing my chest further against his face. I felt him smirk as he started to suck on me.

"Moan for me," he growled against my breast.

"Oh, Steve!" I repeated his name as he pushed further and rougher into me. "Keep going, Steve."

"Perfect, baby," he growled. "Do it again."

"Oh, Steve!"

We let out matching moans as we both gave in. Steve leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips before gently pulling out of me and lying next to me. Steve slid his hand under my body and pulled me into his side. I smiled as he fixed the blanket around us. I fell asleep to Steve gently rubbing my bare back.

The next morning, I woke up to the sun shining through the small crack in my curtains. The second I was awake, that familiar feeling came back. I tried to push it away, but it kept bugging me.

For some reason, something about our hook-up last night brought back some memories. I looked over my shoulder to see Steve asleep next to me. I carefully got out of my bed and searched for my clothes. I was slipping on my underwear when all of a sudden, it hit me.

De jà vü.

I quickly got dressed and spent the rest of the morning doing random chores around the house. I was loading the dishwasher when I felt him wrap his arms around my waist. I bit my lip when he started sucking on my neck.

"Last night was fun," he moaned against my shoulder. All I could do was moan in response. "But I'm kinda mad at you."

"Why?" I whispered. Steve grabbed my waist and slowly spun me toward him. We were suddenly in an intense staring contest as he grabbed my thigh and wrapped my leg around his waist.

"I'm mad," he groaned, "because I hate waking up alone."

"Sorry," I gasped as he started nibbling on my ear. "I was. . . I woke up and. . . Fuck."

Steve laughed as he picked me up and carried me to the couch. We spent the rest of the morning in a heavy make-out session. He slid his hand under my shirt and started massaging my breast as our tongues danced.

"Steve," I moaned into his mouth. "Baby."

"What?" He pouted as he broke the kiss.

"Johnny will be home soon," I said, out of breath. The lust in Steve's eyes slowly went away. He reached down and moved some hair out of my face.

"You're right," he whispered. "I should get going."

Steve hesitated before finally climbing off of me. He grabbed my hand and helped me to my feet. Without letting go of my hand, Steve walked to the front door. He turned around and pulled me into his chest. I smiled as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck as we got into the kiss. Steve finally broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily.

"I'll call you later," he whispered.

"Not tonight," I said out of breath. "My parents are taking me and Johnny to dinner."

"Okay," he smiled. "What about tomorrow?"

"Johnny and a couple of other boys from the team are going to see that new movie," I smirked.

"That gives us two hours."

"Three, actually."

"Three hours?" He asked.

"They're going to get burgers before the movie."

"Perfect," Steve smirked as he pulled me in closer. "Three hours of privacy for us to do naughty things."

"Naughty things?" I chuckled.

"Adult things," he changed.

"Adult things," I repeated as I struggled not to laugh. "I know you spend your days talking to teenagers, but angsty Harrington isn't really sexy."

"Fine."

I gasped when Steve pushed me up against the door and started kissing my chest. I leaned my head back against the door as he used his tongue.

"Steve," I stuttered. He licked up my chest, across my collarbone, and up my neck.

"Three hours for us to fool around, make out, massage each other," he listed off, "and my personal favorite; fuck."

* * * * *

As much as I tried to resist it, I couldn't. I had to talk to him about this. It was too big.

With it being Monday, I knew that Steve didn't have practice. He wanted his players to start the week off without having practice to distract them from school. I also knew that Johnny went to his lab partner's house after school on Mondays to get a headstart on their weekly chem packet.

I got to the high school right as the bell rang. I didn't bother to wait for the students to clear out. I got out of my car and headed to his office. When I got there, I stopped.

How would he react to this?

It could go really well, but it could also go horribly wrong and I could lose the one person who has made me happier than I've been in years.

"Y/N? Is everything okay? Where's Johnny?"

"He's fine," I stuttered a little taken aback by the panic in Steve's voice. "He doesn't know I'm here."

"Oh?" Steve asked as he stood up. "Then what are you doing here?"

"I need to tell you something," I said under my breath as I stood in his office doorway.

Steve quickly walked over and closed the gap between us. He grabbed my hands, pulling me more into his office, and shutting the door. "What is it, baby?"

"I figured something out."

Steve locked his office door before pulling me over so we were sitting on the couch. "What did you figure out?"

I looked up at him, unable to approach the topic. "I was thinking about the night I got pregnant with Johnny," I started.

"Okay," he said, reaching up and tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. "What about that night?"

"It was a Halloween party," I explained. "I was drunk and so was Johnny's dad. It turns out. . . He had gotten into a pretty bad fight with his girlfriend that night. So bad they broke up."

My heart beat against my chest as I waited to see if he was figuring it out.

"What umm. . . What costume was he wearing?"

Yep, he was figuring it out. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"Joel Goodson from Risky Business."

"Oh," he whispered. I bit my lip, trying to stop the tears as Steve focused on something on the other side of his office.

"You're Johnny's dad, Steve," I said, my voice breaking, "I just want to say that you don't have to get involved. In fact, the only reason I'm telling you is because I figured you had the right to know. But, again, I don't expect you to get involved. If you need some time then take it. Call me when you're ready to talk."

I started to get up, but Steve pulled me back. The second I was sitting, he pressed his lips to mine. I moaned as he pushed me back, instantly hovering over me. Our lips and bodies began our usual routine of pleasing each other.

Steve broke the kiss before things could get too heated. He leaned back but stayed close to me.

"I'm glad you told me," he whispered. "I know there are a lot of logistics to figure out, but there is one thing I can say right now to help relieve some of your stress."

"What?" I asked with my stomach basically in my throat.

"I want to be involved."

"You do?" I stuttered, my voice breaking. Steve smiled at me as he moved some hair out of my face.

"Of course I do, baby," he whispered. I let out a small moan as Steve kissed me again.

"There's one more thing," I said, stopping things before they could get started.

"What is it, baby girl?"

"Johnny deserves to know who his father is. All his life, I've said that I didn't know who it was, that it was a one-night stand. But now that I know, now that you know, and now that we're together, he deserves to be involved. I mean. . . We're a family, Steve. I want us to be one. At least, I want us to try."

Steve leaned in and delicately pressed his lips to mine. When he broke the kiss, he pressed his forehead to mine.

"I want us to be one too," he whispered. He smiled as he added with a small chuckle, "He's my son. Johnny is my son. Of course I want to be involved, Y/N. You've done an amazing job but you shouldn't have to do this on your own. Whenever you're ready to tell him about us and me being his father, I will be there."

* * * * *

After a lot of discussion and debate with Steve, we figured that Johnny was old enough to handle his mom sleeping with his coach. He definitely deserved to know that his coach was actually his father. We just needed to be gentle about how we told him. I decided that it was probably best for me to tell him alone. Steve didn't fight me on it. He told me to call him and let him know how it goes.

After a lot more debating with myself, I decided to tell him at dinner. I was going to start by telling him about me and Steve secretly dating. Depending on how he responded to that, then I'd tell him what I figured out about Steve.

"Hey, Mom?" Johnny called from the other room. "What's for dinner?"

I looked up when he walked into the family room. "Actually," I cleared my throat, "I was thinking we'd go out for dinner."

"What?" Johnny laughed. "We never go out unless it's a birthday or something. Are we celebrating something?" I stood up and wrapped my arms around myself. "Mom? Is something wrong?"

"No," I said clearing my throat. I let out a small laugh when my son looked at me like he knew there was something I wasn't telling him. "Alright," I sighed, giving in. "There is something I need to talk to you about. It's nothing bad. We just need to talk about it."

"Okay," he said slowly. "I'll go grab my coat."

Maybe going to Johnny's favorite restaurant was a little overkill. We were halfway through our entrées when Johnny couldn't take it anymore.

"Mom," he sighed, putting his fork down. "Can you just tell me what's going on already? It's. . . It's killing me."

"I'm sorry," I sighed. "There are a couple of things I wanted to. . . Needed to talk to you about. They aren't bad, just. . . Complicated."

"Okay," Johnny said, shifting in his seat. "Can you just blurt it out? Might be easier on both of us."

"I've been seeing your basketball coach," I said quickly. I held my breath waiting for his reaction. He looked down at his food as he processed it. Nervous, I began to explain myself. "Look, I didn't mean. . . When we first got together, I had no idea he was your basketball coach. We met at a bar and immediately hit it off. We dated all summer. At first, I kept it from you because I wasn't sure how you'd react to me dating. And then, when I found out Steve was your coach, I knew how you'd react."

"No, you don't," he said, sounding like he was still thinking.

"What?"

"You don't know how I'd react," he said, finally looking at me.

"I don't?"

"Don't get me wrong," he said with a teasing smile, "it's weird. Like really weird. But can I ask you one question?"

"Of course, baby," I said quickly. "What do you want to know?"

"Does Coach Harrington make you happy?"

My heart jumped into my throat at his question. "He does," I said, my voice dropping. "He has made me feel things I haven't felt in a long time."

"Ew," he teased.

"That's not what I meant," I said quickly.

"I know," he laughed. "I'm just messing with you, Mom. But, honestly, I'm glad he makes you happy. You've spent my entire life taking care of me. If Coach Harrington takes care of you, then I'm okay with it."

"You're amazing," I gushed.

"Mom," he groaned.

"Sorry," I chuckled. "I mean it, Johnny. Most teenagers would hate the idea of their mom dating their coach. It really doesn't bother you?"

"No," he shrugged. "I like Coach Harrington. He's awesome."

That was extremely reassuring.

"That's good to hear," I whispered, "because there is something else I need to tell you."

"Okay," he said as he went back to eating his dinner.

"You know how I wasn't sure who your father is," I started this news slower.

"Yeah," he shrugged.

"Well. . . I know now."

Johnny's head snapped up. "You do?" He stuttered.

"I figured it out," I said, my voice soft.

"Who is it?" He asked, scooting closer to the table. I smiled at him, suddenly nervous to tell him.

"It's Coach Harrington," I whispered.

"What?"

"It was Steve that I met that night at the Halloween party," I further explained.

"Wait," Johnny stuttered. "So you're saying. . . Coach Harrington is. . . My dad?"

"He is."

He cleared his throat before asking, "Does he know?"

"He knows," I smiled, my eyes filling with tears. "In fact, I was with him when I figured it out. He offered to be here when I told you but I thought it would be better. . ."

"Does he want to be involved?" Johnny cut me off. He cleared his throat before asking, "I mean. . . Does he want to be a part of our family?"

I reached over and gently placed my hand on his. He looked up at me and my heart sank when I saw the tears threatening to spill.

"That is exactly what he wants, sweetheart," I whispered. "If you want that too."

* * * * *

I walked into Johnny's basketball practice, my heart jumping into my throat when I saw my son talking to Steve. It felt hard to breathe as I watched them talk. I wrapped my arms around myself, not wanting to interrupt them. Steve caught me over Johnny's shoulder. He said something to him before nodding my way.

"Mom!" Johnny yelled as he ran over to me. I laughed as he wrapped me in a hug.

He's never done this. He's never been affectionate with me. Especially somewhere his friends could see him hugging his mother. Ever since I told him about Steve being his father, he's been like this more with me. He's also been eager to go to practice.

"How was practice?" I asked as I returned the hug.

"Awesome, as always," he laughed. Suddenly, his smile dropped. "Umm. . . Mom?"

"What is it, hun?"

"Can we. . . I was talking to Coach. . . I invited him over for dinner," he finally got out. "Is that okay?"

"Of course, baby," I smiled.

His demeanor changed as he got nervous. "I just thought it would be good for him to join us at dinner a couple of times since he's. . ."

"Your father," I finished for him. "How is that, by the way? I mean, how are you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess," he shrugged. "It's a little weird but I've always liked him. It might take me some time before I'm ready to call him Dad."

"You don't have to start calling him that," I said quickly. "At least not right away. Take your time, sweetheart."

"Hey, you two."

"Hi. . . Coach," Johnny said, glancing at me.

"What are you guys talking about?" Steve asked glancing at me.

"Johnny was just telling me that he invited you to dinner tonight," I said. "Anything sound good to either of you?"

"Pizza," Johnny said instantly. Steve and I shared a look.

"Nothing homemade?" I offered.

"Nah," Johnny said before jogging to the locker room. I couldn't help but follow him with my eyes. I gasped when Steve stepped up behind me.

"He's okay," he leaned over and whispered in my ear.

"Is he?" I didn't bother to turn around.

Steve grabbed my waist and spun me around. He reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. He glanced around the empty gym before leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. He broke the kiss and kept his face inches from mine.

"He's fine," he reassured. "I talked to him before practice. Or should I say, he talked to me."

"He did?" I whispered. "What did he say?"

"He told me that you told him about us and about me being his father," Steve explained. "All he said was that he wanted to make sure that I would be around for a while."

"And what did you say?"

Steve smiled as he pulled me closer. He leaned down and pressed his lips delicately to mine. I moaned softly as I deepened the kiss. We broke apart, both of us breathing heavily.

"I said that I would be in his and your life for the rest of mine."

"What did he say?" I asked as I played with the collar of his shirt. I looked up to see him smiling at me.

"He said that he wanted me to be in your life for the rest of his life," Steve whispered. "And he said that he sees how happy I make you and how he would get me fired and destroy my life if I ever broke your heart."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sorry," I giggled. "He shouldn't have threatened you like that."

"It's okay," he shrugged. "It's kinda sweet how protective he was of you."

"He's a good kid," I blushed.

"He's a fantastic kid," Steve chuckled. His smile softened. "All thanks to you. Y/N, you did an amazing job with him. And I hope you know that I will do everything I can to give you and Johnny a good life. I know I wasn't there to help you through the hard years, but I'm here now and I want to be here for the rest of my life. I love you, Y/N."

My breath got caught in my throat. Overcome with happiness, I grabbed his face and smashed my lips onto his. I felt him smile as he tightened his arms around my waist and deepened the kiss. I broke the kiss, both of us breathing heavily.

"I love you too, Steve."

Part 2

[strangerxperv]

Mean/ bully step bro Billy Hargrove x innocent step sis reader (both are adults)

Minors do not interact

I'm allergic to children

NSFW (Billy gets called daddy)

(This is another au I've been sitting on that I'm sharing this week)

"It's not bad, I promise. Let me see where it tingles and I'll help you." Billy is crouching on the ground between your spread legs. His oceanic eyes peer at your pretty depths never glancing away. Especially not at the spot between your legs where your skirt is bunched up. Your panties are worse than damp as slick continues to pool. "Show me."

It's his soft command that gives you motivation to point down. "It's down there. I know-" you look away with small words and voice shy, "that it's used to have sex and make babies...but...why does it feel like this?"

"What does it feel like, cookie?" A rough hand caresses you thigh while a thick thumb rubs circles near your heat.

"Like, like it needs something. It feels warm and wet...empty." you bite your lip before continuing, "Why does it feel that way? Am I a bad girl?"

"You're only a bad fuck hole at school, princess, at home you're the best girl." Both hands grip the sides of your panties and gently peel them off. Slick strings connect from your pussy to your panties. "This is natural and completely normal. I'm gonna teach you all about this part of you. It's what daddy's do."

[stillxnunpxidintern]

Pre-Steddie x Henderson Reader Imagine - Forgiveness Coffee

(Monster Town Au)

It was the morning after meeting Steve while as a werewolf and so you thought about popping into see Steve, that was if he was working.

Wanting to make sure that he was working, you rang Eddie up to see if he knew, and a cranky Eddie answered the demanding to know who the hell was ringing this early in the morning.

Looking up at the clock, you saw it was 10.30am and then asked him how 10.30 was early. Hearing your voice took the crankiness down a notch, before telling you that when you follow a werewolf till the sun comes up and then gets woken up at 10.30 in the morning then yes it was too early.

You did give a quiet chuckle, before asking if he knew if Steve working today, and you heard him whine as he asked if that why you rang, for Steve. You could just picturing Eddie pouting as he told you that Steve was working today and that he knew what happened.

You asked how he took it, and Eddie laughed a little before saying better than expected but was still very unhappy and angry with you, that you would put yourself in danger.

You groaned hearing that, you had seen first hand what a unhappy Steve was like, when the kids did something that put themselves in danger cause of a stupid dare.

You thanked Eddie and would see or talk to him. After you hung up, you hoped that he would go back to sleep. As you went around the house getting ready, you tried to think of something to give Steve as a peace offering.

As you drove to Family Video, you stopped by a little diner that was on the way, ordering a coffee and a pastry for Steve, as he was probably feeling rough, you kind of hoped so that the food and drink would work.

So walking into Family Video, with the food and coffee in hand, you greeted Robin with smile walking up to the counter, and was about to placed the items down, when you would suddenly and a little violently dragged to the backroom, and could see Robin giving you a slight concern look.

Once in the back, you went to greet Steve however the look on his face stopped you, so offered up the coffee and pastry to him. He took them and placing thm on the side.

He used his full height to towered over you, before he started scolding you for doing something so stupid, that could potentially gotten you killed.

You told him that didn't happen and that he is did try to attack you that Eddie would saved you, as if it was nothing but Steve shoot you a deadly look that this was not something to joke about, and before you knew it Steve was kissing you.

When he pulled away, you stared at him very confused and surprised, before he let a breath out and asked you not to do something stupid like again, he didn't want to hurt or lose you.

He then took the coffee and pastry as he went back out to the front, and you followed a few moment later, still in a hazy that he kissed you.

Robin was patting your face and snapping her fingers, trying to get your attention before asking Steve what he did. You shook your head as the fogginess over your brain left, then told Robin you fine just something unexpected happened, then turned to Steve asking if you were forgiven now.

Steve said you were forgiven the moment you brought coffee in, but he was just making sure you knew how stupid and dangerous you acted, then chose to lick your cheek as a little payback.

You ewwed and rubbed your cheek on your top, before flipping him the bird as you left, but not before he call out saying that he would be seeing you later.

Once driving away, you couldn't help but smile as you could still feel the phantom touch of his lips on yours, they were a lot softer than you expected.

That lead you to wondered if Eddie lips would be as soft or softer, given his true nature.

[luveline]

baby blurb about giggly kisses with steve 🥲🥲

this DID NOT end up a baby blurb <3 for you my angel

1k words gn!reader of giggly kisses with Steve

It's the kind of laughing that feels sticky. Fondness has you close-lipped and still you find yourself giggling as you kiss him, your twin smiles pressing together lightly, over and over. 

"You're impossible to kiss when you get like this," Steve says, though his tone would suggest he doesn't mind, not one bit. 

"I'm sorry," you say, similarly insincere as you stroke your hand over the side of his pretty face.

His smile affects every feature. His bark brown eyes squint softly. His lips turn up at the corners, lopsided in his pleasure driven sloveness. His pert nose flares with every laugh, and his cheeks apple with the force of his deitific grin. 

You lean forward to dot kisses over all of it. One kiss to each cheek, each eyelid, his nose bridge and the tip, his cupids bow, his lips. You giggle chestily to yourself as you do, enjoying the sensation of his hands over your back and your abdomens pressed together as your weight bares down on him. 

You brush the hair from his eyes and hold his face firmly in place as you kiss his forehead and his hairline.  

You pause, chest on fire at the sounds of his dizzied chuckling. 

Steve's hands climb over your shoulders, arms locked under yours, hugging you tightly as he kisses your bared throat clumsily, tiny hot pecks and then, to your startled delight, a careful nibble. 

You sigh at the feeling. 

"You like that?" he asks knowingly. 

You burst into a breathless pitch of laughter at his question and pull back so he can't get you anymore, meeting his heavy-lidded gaze. "Very much," you say sweetly. 

"How much?" he asks. 

You're so sick with love you could cry. You laugh some more instead, wondering if maybe the room has been filled with happy gas. "So much. So so," you inch forward, your noses almost touching, "so so," he closes his eyes and you follow suit, "so… so…" The heat of his breath tickles your lips as you brush them over his with a lightness that tickles.

Steve steals an arm from between your bodies to take your face into his hand. He kisses ardently, your lips parting in response to his enthusiasm, sighing as he deepens the kiss and his heat becomes yours. 

You sew your fingers into his hair and pull gently. He gasps and the kiss finally breaks, your eyes drifting open to see him.

Steve drops his chin. "Much?" he finishes. 

"So so so so so so so much," you say agreeably. 

It's not funny, it isn't, but you're both so happy you laugh some more, noses sliding against each other as you duck in for another handful of sweet kisses. 

Steve groans into your open mouth and ushers you away from him. "Okay, pretty thing. Take a breather." 

You know what he means. You're so happy you might split at the seams, your breathing coming hard and in untrustworthy waves. 

Despite his command he continues his plight, dragging your hand to his mouth to kiss as you catch your breath. He presses each of your fingertips to his lips in turn, then each knuckle, then the back. The skin he loves on feels tight and warm and tingling. 

You blow a hot breath out of the corner of your mouth. 

"You're beautiful," he says. 

"Me or my hand?" you ask. 

"Both. Both," he repeats, like he'd been talking to someone who wasn't you, like he has to argue the point. "You have pretty fucking hands." 

"You've got a pretty fucking face," you say. 

He tilts his head to the side, as if offering his cheek to you. You take him up on it, though without your hand which remains firmly held in his you've got no way to hold him still. You lean in to kiss his cheek and he quickly moves his head. Your lips land on his. 

"Cheater," you mumble into the softness. 

You gasp quietly as he sits up and pulls you with him, his height allowing him that little extra pressure, his kiss firm and his hands hungry as they leap for your hot face, his thumbs stroking quarter circles into your cheeks. 

"I never claimed to be anything else," he says as he pulls back a half inch.

You kiss him again quickly before saying, "Cheater's get disqualified." 

He pouts almost imperceptibly; his top lip rises a millimetre, his nose wrinkles gently. "You wanna stop?" 

"I didn't say that," you say, leaning back in. 

He evades you, grinning because he knows exactly what you want. He loves to tease. "Now, wait a second, baby. I'm disqualified, huh? No more kisses?" 

"I didn't say that," you repeat, eyebrows beginning to rise, as if to say, are you really gonna do this? 

His own eyebrows rise. I am. 

"Fine," you hardball. "No more." 

The two of you lie with your limbs twined together, a mess of clothes and heat and wanting, waiting for the other to crack. Steve looks incredibly attractive with kiss bitten lips and glassy eyes, his hair ruffled and his shirt collar unbuttoned, a strip of his exposed collar tantalising and taunting you. 

You can feel his eyes on you. You look up guiltily from your oggling and last about five seconds before you're leaning in for another kiss, the two of you predictably giggling like idiots as you join. 

"Let's stop with the games," he says, shaking his head, your lips skipping over his as he moves. 

"Stay still. You're impossible to kiss when you get like this," you parrot his reprimand from earlier back at him. 

He grasps the hills of your shoulders in big hands. "Yes, ma'am," he drawls, stilling. You roll your eyes and finally kiss him properly, his lips parting and pliant beneath yours. Things get much quieter after that. 

[ultralightpoe]

Full House llll -Eddie Munson

Authors Note: Merry Christmas Pookies! Today I am blessing you with not one but TWO NEW FULL HOUSE CHAPTERS! Because I love you guys so so much.

Word Count: 10,668

Warnings: Semi Smut. Cheesy engagement here folks.

Part one HERE .... Part Two HERE.... Part Three HERE

(Thank you for the gif @thehumming6irdwrites )

Enjoy!

“Edward! Edwardedwardedward-“ That seemed to be the only thing you could manage to say, hand clutched into his own so hard that he could feel the bones crack under the skin. 

He can do nothing but watch in amazement as you push, and push and push and he thinks that you look so angelic. 

The nurses keep cheering you on, handing you ice chips here and there as he swipes your hair out of your eyes to try and help. 

“You’re doing so great. You’re almost there, give us another push.” The nurse mumbles as the doctor keeps busy trying to help you. 

“You’re so fucking metal.” Eddie smiles, letting you squeeze his hand. “So metal.” 

You cry out, and then there is one. He cries, the newborn baby cries, you sob. Eddie doesn’t know whether to follow the nurses with his kid or to keep with you and support you. 

He is answered when you shove him lightly. “Go.” 

And he does, heart beating through his throat as he walks up to where they are holding the baby. 

He doesn’t like how aggressive the nurses are being, and he wants them to lighten their touches but at the same time he understood that they knew what they are doing. 

The baby sobs as they press him to the scale, and Eddie can’t help but say something. “Take it easy on him, man. He’s new to the world.” 

And he hears you laugh before you cry out. It was all a flurry, they brought the first one back and replaced him with the second. You held the first, hospital dress moved down so the baby can get skin to skin contact to calm him down. 

Then the second baby comes back and you grab him as well, letting both calm down in your presence as Eddie gulps and watches. 

They were here. Holy shit these were tiny humans. He helped make these things. 

He leans a little closer to look at them as tears roll down your eyes and he leans to touch one of their cheeks gently. “Hey buddies.”

“Got any names mom and dad?” The nurse asks, holding a clipboard. Eddie could barely tear his eyes away. 

You look at him with wide eyes. “Eddie?” 

“No no. I’m not the one that just shoved them out my cooch. You name them.” 

“Even if I name one of them Arnold?” 

“I’ll find nicknames.” He mumbles, hands shaking as you try to hand him a bundle. “Welcome to the world rockstar.” 

-

“Sorry! Sorry!” He winces as the car hits a pothole. “I’m sorry.” 

“Why are you sorry?” You laugh, laying against the window and keeping your lower half comfortable as he drives home, the new twins buckled safely in the backseat. 

“I keep hitting all the bumps and holes.” He sighs, casting an eye to you. “I don’t want to bother the boys and I don’t want you being in pain.” 

“Those car seats are comfortable.” You sigh. “And I can’t feel my lower half so-“ 

“The drugs that  good?” 

“Yeah. And the fact that woman have enough pain tolerance that the chemicals in their body made the memory seem more sweet the painful so that they might want to do it again.” You murmur, watching as he flinches while hitting another bump and looking nervously to the babies in the back. 

“Women are metal man.” 

“You know you have to move faster than 10 miles an hour right?” You tease. 

“I’m trying. I’m a bit nervous.” He blushes, shaking his head. 

-

“Oh…..” is all you can mumble, your legs tucked under your sweater as you sat curled up on the couch, your chin on the tops of your knees and your eyes so wide as you stare at the screen in front of you. 

Eddie hears you, shuffling out slowly to come see what had grabbed your attention so closely, trying his best to peer at the screen without bothering you. When he realizes he can’t see he just gives up and shuffles to sit by you, melting into the couch as you immediately melt into him. 

With your head on his chest he takes advantage and rubs your back comfortably, eyes watching the screen to try and gather what you were watching. “Are you watching the news?” 

“No. No. It’s a court case special by this like, true crime channel.” You murmur, not blinking. “I cannot believe what is going on-“ 

“Explain.” He smiles, ready to hear all about it. 

“It’s so nasty.” You whisper back, still not blinking. Eddie gets caught between 2 emotions, thinking you're adorable and also being a little worried for your sanity right now. 

He chooses the ladder, leaning to kiss you softly as his hand grabs the remote and turns off the tv. “It’s bedtime.” 

“What?! No!” You gasp, leaning to snatch the remote but he chucks it to the other side of the couch and pulls you closer. 

“Baby… we gotta sleep.” He whispers again. “The twins aren’t gonna be asleep forever. Take our chance now.” 

You whine, letting Eddie pull you to stand up as he does a concerned once over of your body to make sure you were okay. “Do you need your diapers?” 

“I will shank you.” You warn, blushing at the thought of the diapers you have been wearing since labor. “I know where you sleep.” 

“Oh don’t I know it. You give the the sexiest view every night.” 

“If you make another breastfeeding joke I’m leaving and never returning.” You tease, making him laugh as he follows you through the kitchen and shuffling down the steps with his hand laced in your own. 

You both have already gotten quite skilled at getting ready for bed in silence and little light since both the boys’ cribs were in the room. 

He makes quick work of getting out of his clothes and into boxers, moving to the dresser and removing all his rings as he watches your figure through the mirror. It was his favorite thing to do, watch you when you’re not paying attention. 

He watches as you take off your earrings and get into one of his shorts for the night before grabbing both your cups and using the bathroom sink to fill them up just in case either of you would need them. 

By the time you both get into the sheets you are already passed out, cuddled into him to keep some warmth. 

- 

Neither of you realize that you had left the tv on that channel. And neither of you had realized that Motley had begun sneaking out of her room to watch cartoons since you guys had moved downstairs and could not hear the tv from your room now. 

Within the next hour she manages to watch the entire special, getting more scared out of her mind as it goes and finally it breaks. Screaming and crying as Motley runs down the steps, slipping in the dark and falling down half the steps which makes Eddie snap awake hearing a kid fall. 

“Shit.” He curses, launching from the bed quickly as you wake up at the screaming, and right on cue there are two newborn screeches filling the air. 

“MOMMY! DADDY!” Motley screams, and you struggle to find a light in the panic and when you finally do you find your daughter absolutely sobbing with a purple face. 

“Breathe. Breathe baby- EDDIE BLOW IN HER FACE!” You panic, moving to help as Eddie hurriedly blows in her face as hard as he can. She doesn’t, her face just gets worse before Eddie is rushing her into the bathroom, reaching a panicked hand out for the shower and setting it as cold as it will go before he hauls her in with him.  

He makes sure that her face and chest are being hit by the water which forces her to breathe. 

“Ohthankjesus-“ Eddie gasps out, finally breathing himself as he pulls her head to his chest and sits in the tub. “Ohmyfuckinggod.” 

You lean to turn the water from cold to warm now that she’s breathing before you bend down to kiss at her face, tears streaming down everyone’s faces as you both hug her tight. 

“What the hell?” Wayne asks from the door, eyes wide at the scene. The twins are still screaming and now there is pattering in the kitchen of Ziggys feet and Zeps paws which makes you worried she’s gonna fall too and dashing past Wayne to go grab her. 

Eddie can’t let go of Motley, hands shaking as he keeps a hold on her, not really knowing what to do. He just had to keep a hold of Motley. 

He sees Ziggy run to the bed from the doorway, climbing up before your figure makes it to the cribs to try and ease the sobs of the boys. 

“Wayne, can you hold one of the boys? I gotta-“ he’s already there , helping you by scooping Ozzy up in his arm and limping to sit with Ziggy on the bed as you scoop up Halen. 

“Motley.” Eddie whispers, moving a hand to the center of her chest to make sure she was breathing since he couldn’t see her face. A sigh of relief falls past his lips as he feels it rise and fall before he manages to pull himself together, reaching to turn the water off. She keeps quiet, keeping her hands gripped tightly on the arm he has wrapped around her as he stands up and exits the shower, carrying her into the room and moving to grab his robe quickly. 

“Go sit on the bed please.” He orders gently, kissing her head and moving to help Wayne calm Ozzy down as you sit in the corner with a blanket covering you while you breastfeed Halen. 

Tears are still springing from your eyes as you try to subtly wipe them, obviously still scared that this had all happened. 

“Who left the tv on?” Wayne asks, rubbing his hip in pain as Ziggy kept trying to convince Zeppelin to get on the bed. He must have rushed down here too quickly at all the screaming. 

“Did we…?” You croak out, swiping your cheek once more as you look at Eddie. 

“No we turned it-“ he realizes then, turning to look at Motley. “You watch something a little scary on tv?” 

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles, staying burrowed in your pillows, soaking wet from the shower. 

“Sissy bad.” Ziggy murmurs, leaning to touch her cheek before Motley slaps her hand away. 

“Hey now!” Eddie warns, reaching a hand to pull them apart. “Ziggy mind your business.” 

“Shit Ziggy.” 

“No. Bad.” 

“She’s not a dog Eddie” you sigh and he gasps. 

“You don’t say?!” 

“I swear to god with you tonight!” You snap and he turns to snap back as the girls start bickering. 

Wayne breaks it all up. “HEY HEY HEY!” 

Everyone stops, taking a look to him. “Everyone needs to breathe. Okay? It’s been a rough two weeks, we are all lacking sleep. Okay? Let’s not let it get the best of us.” 

“You’re right. I’m sorry.” You mumble, sniffling as you lean to unlatch Halen. Eddie moves naturally, helping you switch the boys before kissing your forehead and moving to wrap Halen with his scarf so he could carry him on his chest and then he reaches for Motley. 

“Come on. Let’s go get you dry clothes.” He holds her hand as he goes up the stairs, leading her to her room, setting her on her desk chair as he finds her new pajamas. 

“I’m sorry daddy.” She murmurs. 

“Do you know what you did wrong?” 

“Yeah…” 

“Are you going to do it again?” 

“No.” 

“Then this was a lesson learned and I forgive you.” He smiles, summoning her closer to help her get changed. “You fell really hard. You okay?” 

“I’m okay.” She nods. 

“It scare you more than hurt ya?” 

“Yeah.” She nods, looking down to where Halen is sleeping in the wrap. “Can people get in the house?” 

“Not without getting fucked up.” Eddie sighs. “But I’ll go check that everything is locked just in case.” 

“Swear it?” 

“Swear it.” 

He puts her to bed, tucking her in and turning on her nightlight before checking her closet and window, then moving to change the channel on the tv before turning it off. Then….. for his own sanity he does check all the exits before moving to get Ziggy. But when he goes downstairs he realizes that you already have her set up and Wayne must have gone back to bed so he gets Halen changed and back into his crib before sitting on the bed and waiting for you. 

When you get downstairs he pulls you into his lap, and you both take a moment to sob. 

-

“Ziggy. Final warning.” Eddie warns, one hand on his hip as the other is pointing a finger in her face as the girl stares up at him with a little glare of her own, stomping her foot. “What. Do. We. Say?” 

“Shit.” 

“No.” 

“Shit!” 

“No!” 

“Sorry?” 

“There it is! Now who are you gonna say sorry too?” Eddie asks, moving to the side so she can see where Dustin now sat on the couch. 

“Not him.” 

“Yes him. You were mean.” Eddie sighs. 

“Him first!” She yells, stomping her foot again. 

“He was mean first?” Eddie asks, leaning to look at Dustin. “You were mean first?” 

“Nuh uh.” Dustin denies and Eddie spots the way he casts his eyes to the lamp beside him. 

“Come here!” He yells, charging for Dustin which leads to a half assed wrestling match in the living room. 

“Not in the house boys!” You call from Motleys room where you are currently trying to clean the stain from her mattress. 

Eddie laughs, being dragged to the front yard so they can continue to wrestle. 

Ziggy and Zeppelin follow, and without realizing the dog makes it out the front door to immediately book down the street. 

“Oh shit!” Eddie sighs, pushing Dustin. “Stay with her. I’ll get him.” 

And then before he knows it Eddie is booking it down the street, chasing after the dog as the mutt barks in excitement. Then, without any context, the dog turns and starts dashing back which makes Eddie groan out. 

“Ahhhhhhh. I hate you!” He huffs, running back. When he gets there he sees you standing on the porch, covering your mouth to keep from laughing as he huffs and puffs. 

He falls to the grass, pressing his cheek into it as you finally cackle. 

“Shut up!” He laughs, flipping over to stare at the sky. “That dog is a fucker.” 

“FUCKER!” Ziggy laughs. 

“You gotta be kidding me.” 

-

Two months after the twins are born, with them sleeping peacefully in their cribs, Eddie munsons lays on top of you with his nose shoved into your abdomen as he kisses across your stomach. He is hypnotized by your light giggles and the way you flex at some of the nerves ticking you. 

He takes turns from kissing, licking a few spots to see you gasp out and he nips at his favorite spots that he knows will make you giggle. He just couldn’t stop himself. 

“I’m not getting pregnant again if that’s what you’re aiming at.” You mumble through closed eyes. “We can barely keep our eyes on the four we have.” 

“I don’t want to get you pregnant again.” He murmurs, nipping at one of your stretch marks. “I wanna play with you.” 

You laugh, moving your hand to flick his forehead before he snatches it into his own, pretending to bite at your fingers which makes you yell out in fear before you cover your mouth and he freezes. 

“If you wake the demons up before I am done with you I will never forgive you.” He whispers, smiling from ear to ear, as he crawls over you before kissing you deeply and shoving you into the pillows. 

“All of them are demons cause of you.” You tease when he pulls away to let you breathe, tugging at his hair which makes him bite his lip to hide groan. “The munson chaos curse.” 

“The Munsters.” He smiles, leaning to take your shirt off. You lean up, slipping a hand beneath his boxer band to take him into your hand and kiss him to hide the moan that falls from his lips as he starts thrusting into your hand. 

And just like that he is falling apart, still in his boxers just after 30 seconds. His eyes shut tightly and his fists raveled in your hair tightly as he shook while he came undone. 

Once he rides it out you smile, watching his eyes widen and his cheeks redden in embarrassment while he falls back to sit on his calves. Staring down at the wet patch in his boxers with such disgust. 

“I am so sorry.” He blurts, still panting from the orgasm. “Oh my god.” 

“Why are you sorry?” You giggle, leaning to kiss him quickly. Once again his hands find their way to your hair and hips, keeping you close as you take control. 

“I can’t believe I did that.” He murmurs, nose tracing your cheek. 

“I thought it was hot.” You smile. It had been awhile since you two had done anything, your last months in pregnancy spent in pain and ever since labor you obviously couldn’t. It was nice to know you still had that effect on him. 

“I….. d-do you…. Do you believe in soulmates?” He asks, tracing your collarbone with his fingers. “I think I’m the luckiest son of bitch to have found mine.” 

“Eddie…” 

“No. Let me…. Let me talk. Okay? Because I’m the luckiest man and you have given me so many great things. Far too many than I deserve. You’ve given me yourself. And you’ve let me into the lives of two of the biggest angels I have ever met and you’ve given me 2 little hell raisers.” 

“Munson.” 

“I- shit- words are getting caught on my tongue here. I would be nothing without you. When you’re not near I feel like I have this red little rope on my rib cage just pulling and pulling like it might rip my heart out and all I want is you. All I need in this life is my family. 

I was nothing but a freak for the longest time. No matter how hard I tried I was just branded that way and no one thought I was worth the time before that whole VECNA situation. And then you came in and you just, without any question, just let me in. You didn’t see me as a freak and I still wonder to god how I managed to get ya but I did and I don’t think I ever want to let go.” He rants, licking his lips before shaking his head and reaching over you to open his nightstand as you stare at him. But a gasp leaves your lips as he pulls out a ring. 

“I hadn’t planned on doing this with a cum stain on my boxers but-“ 

“Munson chaos.” You laugh, sitting up as he leans to kiss you. 

“Marry me.” He mumbles while kissing you, mourning the words with his lips on yours. 

“This is…..” 

“Disgusting?” He laughs. 

“Yes. Absolutely yes.” You laugh as well, letting him put the ring on you. 

- 

“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.” Eddie grunts out, keeping a stern look on his face as he glares at his twin sons, hands on his hips as he tried to seem confident and sure. 

Did it work? Of course not. 

Ozzy, three months old with the same curly black hair his father had at that age, takes the apple sauce that he had scooped in his hand and lets it fly across the room as Eddie groans. Halen giggles and claps at his brothers throw and Eddie thinks back to a time where he liked using condoms as he cleans the mess, making sure to glare at his boys every once in awhile so they knew he was upset by it. Ozzy did not seem to care, Halen however seemed to take his fathers glares to heart. 

His little lip quivers as he watches Eddie which makes him sigh out and move to kiss his son on the head to ease his worries. 

“I’m back!” Ziggy calls as you usher the girls into the house, trying to bring in the bags without their help. Motley runs to see her brothers, her new favorite friends as Eddie moves to help you. 

“You buy the store?” He laughs, and you swat his shoulder easily. 

“You wanna see?” 

“Of course.” He scoffs, setting the bags on the coffee tables while Ziggy keeps running in circles around him. 

“Motley, you wanna show daddy what you got?” You call, a smile on your face. “He’s gonna love it.” 

“I am?” He asks suspiciously, watching the look on your face which tells him he probably won’t. “I won’t.” 

“Shhh!” You smile, watching your daughter snatch her bag and dash to her room quickly. 

When she comes out she is wearing a cami too and choker necklace, capri pants and sandals and Eddie shakes his head. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Daddy!” 

“Nope. No. Go put another shirt on. I don’t like that.” 

“It’s a style!” She stomps her foot and he blinks. 

“Baby I’ve seen style. I’ve been style -“ you scoff at that. “And that is not it.” 

“Daddy!” 

“Who says this is style?!” 

“Britney spears!” 

“Who the fuck is he?!” He snaps and you laugh. Motley reaches into the bag, pulling out more shirts and Eddie snatches them to look through. He seems two acceptable before throwing the others to the side, then Motley hands him a pouch of very colorful rubber bands. “What the fuck?” 

Then there are tapes being shoved into his hands, no cds, all with some blonde girl on the cover. “This is Brittany Spires?” 

“Britney Spears.” 

“Is she metal?” That seemed like a dumb question but he had to ask, which led to his daughter snatching his hand and dragging him to her room so he could listen to one of the cds. 

It was the worst 30 minutes of his life, but when the songs finally ended he did his best to smile, watching as she smiled in excitement. 

“You liked it?” 

“…..yes?” He lies, nodding. “You’re still not wearing that shirt.” 

- 

“SO CALL ME!” Eddie sings, sliding down the hall in his socks with Motley over his shoulder as he dances to the music. “On the line call me call me anytime!” 

He had a wash rag hanging from his back pocket and a bandana around his hair, all set for spring cleaning as the girls ran around trying to figure out what toys they wanted to keep or give away. 

You were out shopping for a dress, which meant that Eddie had all the kids to himself and that meant ample entertainment. As much as he loves his daughters he can’t listen to another spears song so Blondie it will have to be. 

Ozzy and Halen are both sitting in their playpen. Well more of Halen is building with his little blocks and Ozzy is napping but the twins were happy so who could be mad. Ziggy, who has officially learned that she likes giraffes, is on the couch clutching her newest gift from Steve, watching a cartoon on the tv even with the loud music Eddie is playing. 

“Okay motley, I gotta clean the bathroom so stay in here.” He mumbles, setting her down before dancing down the hall to the song. Only there was no peace. 

Within minutes the girls are running in, yelling above each other as Eddie whirls from where he was cleaning the tub. 

“SHE CALLED ME THE B WORD!” Motley yells and Eddie whirls on his youngest daughter. 

“You called her a bitch?!” 

“I did not say bitch, daddy.” Ziggy shrugs, dimples showing as she pouts. 

“What did you say?” 

“She called me bad.” Motley explains and Eddie does his best not to roll his eyes. 

“Bitch.” Ziggy whispers. 

“Get away from me. Both of you. Daddy Eddie needs alone time.” He grumbles, shooing them away before rubbing his forehead. 

He hears Ziggy mumble “bitch” down the hallways and groans out, hitting his head against the wall.

-

“I’m sorry? You…. You what?” Eddie sighs, sitting next to Steve and across from Gary (Troys dad) at the annual spring festival for the elementary and middle school. 

It had been quite a struggle to get everyone out of the house today, including Wayne. The old man didn’t want to use his cane and Ziggy didn’t like her pants but didn’t want to wear a dress. The boys were….. Jesus they just don’t like anything and Motley didn’t like her hair. 

But you had managed, somehow, and Eddie swore he loved you more than anything in the world. 

Promising a candy apple to Wayne if he used the cane, finding a pair of shorts for Ziggy that she somehow didn’t turn her nose up to, bouncing Halen on your hip as you prepared breakfast and leaving Ozzy in the playpen with his little stereo since one twin craved physical affection and the other only really calmed down to music. Then you spent an hour…. Yes an hour, in the bathroom with Motley trying to figure out her new zigzag hairstyle as she threw a fit. 

But you managed to do and now Eddie sat across from the dumbest dad in the grade as he slowly sipped on a lemonade. 

Steve had found him pretty quickly into the fair, pulling him to a wooden picnic table so they could hang out while the kids ran around. Wayne went to find sugar and you followed Ziggy around to get some photos of her while Eddie kept the twins in their stroller with him. 

They had been having a nice conversation (granted Harrington is an idiot who pronounces woman’s suffrage as sufferings but same them3 right?), then Gary showed up bragging about his awesome parenting. 

“Well it was dinner time, right?” He restarts the story. 

“Got that part.” Steve says blandly. 

“And the kid wasn’t paying attention. Too caught up in that damn book. and I warned him. I fucking warned him.” 

“You warned him. Got it.” Eddie nods, trying not to snark off. 

“Well the bastard didn’t listen so I grabbed the book and just started tearing it apart.” Gary brags, imitating the way he tore the book as Steve and Eddie just continue to stare. 

“Wow.” Steve sighs. 

“Great parenting.” Eddie snarks. 

“You guys don’t get it. It’s a book about satanists.” Gary mumbles the last word, casting a quick look to Eddie. “No offense.” 

“Not even going to respond to that.” 

“Are you talking about Harry Potter?” Steve blurts, eyes widening. “Your kid is already reading Harry Potter and you ripped it up? That would mean he’s reading above grade level.” 

“You would know with your little nerd-“ before Eddie can blink Steve had reached across the table to snatch Gary’s shirt and pull him close. 

“You say one bad thing about my son and I’ll ruin your damn life. Got that?” 

“Sorry!” Gary shoots out. Eyes wide. 

Steve rolls his eyes, grabbing Gary’s cup and pouring the liquid on the dirt beneath him before throwing the plastic cup in his face. “Let’s go Munson.” 

Eddie laughs, grabbing his lemonade and turning the stroller away as Ozzy laughs loudly with his feet kicking out at the scene that just unfolded before him. Halen however couldn’t care less, too busy reaching for his dads lemonade with hungry eyes. 

“King Steve. Controlling the masses once more.” Eddie mumbles, enjoying the way Steve blushes and shakes his head. 

“I’m worried about Vinny. You know?” 

“Well yeah. I was once Vinny…. Because of you.” 

“Did I ever apologize about that?” 

“You have. I just like rubbing it in your face.” He mumbles, voice trailing off as he spots Motley, only she isn’t talking to her normal short friends, instead there is a taller adult figure shielded from view that’s talking to her. “Harrington.” 

Steve already got the stroller in his hands as Eddie dashes to Motleys side, cursing out when he sees Billy there. Of course it would be Billy. 

“You got a problem?” He snaps, walking up and pushing Motley behind him gently. 

“No problem. I saw my daughter and brought her cotton candy.” Billy mumbles, giving him a shit eating grin that makes Eddie’s stomach ache. He turns to grab the candy out of his daughters hand and throws it to the ground, whirling and walking away with her as Billy curses him out. 

“Stay where I can see you.” Eddie orders, irritated. “Go find Vinny.” 

“Vinny?” She whines. “Daddy please.” 

“Go find him. Stay close to them. Okay? I’m serious.” He snaps, kissing her forehead and pushing her off to the direction away from Billy. When he gets back to the stroller he sees Steve has given Halen full access to Eddie’s lemonade and your little mini me is chugging it from a straw. 

“He had such cute eyes.” Steve defends. “And Ozzy looked like he was gonna beat me up for his brother.” 

-

Of course Vinny was surrounded by Troy and all his friends. What else was new? 

“Vinny!” Motley calls, dashing to him. “Let’s go.” 

“Hold on Munson. We got business with Vincent.” Troy snaps, shoving Vinny harshly as the rest laugh. 

“W-why are you talking like a mob boss?” Vinny tries to fight back which just makes the others look at eachother and laugh at him. 

Daddy always says to stick up for others, and as much as Motley did not want to stick up for Vinny she wasn’t gonna let them laugh at him like that. 

“Hey! Don’t you have better things to do?!” She snaps, bursting into the circle to stand by Vinny. 

“Get lost Munson.” 

“You first Barker.” 

“Why don’t you go cry to mommy?” He teases, and all his friends make crying faces. 

“I would say the same but you’re mom is so slow it took her 9 months to make a joke.” Motley snickers, making Troys eyes widen. 

“You’re dead Munson!” He rushes to push her, but leaves his face open so Motley rolls her fist just as daddy taught her and gets him center in the face. His friend Ashton rushes next, she kicks him in his no no square and Vinny pushes him down. 

This turns into a brawl, and Motley is at the center swinging and kicking. 

By the tjme the others are all crying and running she is snatching Vinny’s jacket to pull him away. 

He snatches himself away, stomping off as she follows. 

“I didn’t need your help!” He whines. 

“Yeah you did.” 

“No! Now everyone is gonna say that I needed to be saved by a girl!” He yells, whirling on her and shoving her so hard she falls into the grass beneath them. “I hate you!” 

“I hate you more!” She screams, jumping up to push him back and before he could retaliate again Aunt Nancy is snatching his hand quickly and giving a warning glare. 

“Better think twice.” She snaps and he mumbles out an apology. 

- 

When spring break rolled around Eddie had decided that it would be fun to take the kids to the cabin that Wayne used to take him to when he first moved in with the man. 

He wanted to make their spring break special and keep it affordable and you loved the idea so you had packed swimsuits and sunscreen for days and soon enough you were all piling in the family van Eddie had borrowed from Steve. 

The back was separated into two rows, with the luggage packed to the brim in the trunk space and the girls in the backseat with the boys in the middle row.  

Zeppelin found a nice spot between the girls with his head on Ziggy's lap as he smoozed away. Motley had a book to read and Ziggy brought her giraffe. 

The boys would be entertained with their little blocks hopefully long enough to make it to the gas station otherwise you would have to go back with them. 

So the seven hour road trip started.  Eddie put in a Britney Spears cd for Motley and you tried not to laugh as how hard he was holding the wheel to try and pretend he was enjoying it. 

Then, when it was over, she wanted it again….. then again. 

The boys started crying about an hour in so he stopped and let you change them as he let Zeppelin out to go potty. He asked both girls if they needed to go and they said no. 

10 minutes later, right as he turns onto the highway, Ziggy whines that she has to really pee so he takes the next exit and you take her in to pee. 

Back on the road the rain starts up, and it’s almost like you can see the concern on his face because you mumble out “it’ll lighten up when we get there. I’m sure the sun will be out.” 

And then he feels better, so he reaches out a hand to hold as they play Britney Spears AGAIN. 

“Ew! Daddy!” Motley snaps. “Zeppelin farted on me!” 

Right on cue the dog starts whining and Eddie looks in the rear view. “Did one of you feed him something?” 

“Ziggy gave him her applesauce!” 

“Damnit….” He whispers, pulling off onto the next exit and taking Zeppelin out in the pouring rain so the dog can go potty. 

Then he gets back on the road, this time he manages to take the exit they needed and he figures it will all be smooth sailing from here. It’s just driving through the woods. 

“Daddy! Zeppelin!” Ziggy cries, so he pulls over and does it all again. 

And then, “I don’t feel good.” 

That came from Motley as she tosses her book to the side and then proceeds to puke all over her lap. 

“Shit!” Eddie snaps, pulling over as you unbuckle and rush to help her. 

You have to help her change out of her clothes, tying the infected ones in a bag and shoving them in the back as eddie uses the rain to wet a beach towel to try and clean it up. Now with one less seat and a crabby family things have to be rearranged. 

You move the twins closer to the door to give Motley a seat, which happens to be closer to a door herself in case that happens again. Ziggy is kept in the back, and Ziggy now sits on the ground. 

With everyone settled you move to get back in, soaked through to the bone as Eddie gives you one more hopeful smile that seems to say ‘it can only go up now’ and tries to start the engine. 

A sputtering sound fills the car as the tries to start the engine again, and again. 

“Let me go see what the problem is.” He sighs, getting out to pop the hood and start looking around. You wait patiently, leaning to peak around the hood to see him sighing. “I gotta get the tools.” 

So you help him unpack the back, setting the bags under the safety of the trunk door as he finds what he needs and goes back to try and fix the car. 

30 minutes later, as Halen sobs uncontrollably you hear Eddie throw his wrench harshly and yell a “JESUS H CHRIST!” 

“Is daddy mad?” Motley asks. 

“He’s a bit frustrated.” You explain. “But not at you.” 

“Is he gonna leave again?” She blurts, making Ziggy peek her head up quickly, her  pigtails whipping quickly. 

“Is who leaving again?” Eddie asks, coming up to the open slide door, looking tired and pissed. 

“You daddy.” Ziggy explains and his jaw tightens. You see him take a breath in, rolling his shoulders to release some tension. 

Then he lightens up, getting into the van and shutting the door. You can still hear the rainstorm from the trunk door being open but other than that you were all closed in the back together. 

“Don’t you guys know?” He asks, a smile spreading on his face. “You guys are stuck with me for life.” 

“Really?” 

“Oh yeah. Your mom and I are getting married which means I am stuck her like a thorn in your side.” He says it like a threat, but the girls giggle excitedly. 

-

You got lucky when another car drives by, offering to help you get to the cabin by towing you on their hitch. 

You make quick work of buckling the kids in while Eddie repacks the back and before you know it you are on your way to the cabin. 

You all rush to get inside, Eddie thanking the family who laugh and say it was no problem. It takes a minute for everyone to dry off and ease up but you manage it. And when it’s time for dinner you plan on making sandwiches so you don’t have to grill. 

You search for the bag of bread and chips you packed, digging through everything as Eddie sat with the boys. He bounces them on his knee with his thumb in Halens mouth and his pointer finger in Ozzys so they can both gum at the flesh. 

“Ed’s? We grabbed the bag of bread…..right?” You ask, looking arohnd as you trip on shoes. “Motley. Shoes please.” 

“Of course we grabbed it. I remember moving it to get to my tool box…. Oh crap.” 

“Please tell me we didn’t leave it in the rain.” You sigh, sinking to the couch. “We only have sandwich meat and cheese. Other than that everything is for the grill and we don’t even have buns.” 

“We…. Shit. I’m sorry.” 

“We’ll be fine.” You sigh. “We can….” 

“Mommy I’m hungry.” Motley grumbles, moving to cuddle into your side as Ziggy and Zeppelin jump on the couch as well. 

“I think….. cold cut roll ups for dinner.” You smile. 

“What’s that?” 

-

You ate dinner together on the floor, staying huddled together to keep warmth as you laughed about everything that went wrong today. Halen sat in your lap with Ozzy in Eddie’s lap and you ate a dinner of ham rolled around cheese, taking turns passing the fruit bowl around to grab a piece with your fingers. 

The girls had fun, both imitating Eddie when he was frustrated. 

It was a great night, no matter how stressful the day was. And once you got all of them laid down to sleep you and Eddie sat on the couch, with you laying on his chest and him playing with your hair. 

“What would I do without you?” He mumbles, which makes you smile. 

“Let’s never find out.” 

“No I’m serious. I hope I go first. I can not imagine a world without you.” He huffs. 

“No. I want to go first. I call dibs.” 

“You can’t dibs that!” 

“Already did.” 

(Spoiler alert, you go first. You’re 86 and pass away in your own home with Eddie laying beside you. Your funeral brings all the kids home and they take care of Eddie the next two weeks since he is devastated. 

You’re wedding anniversary falls two weeks after you pass, and Eddie passes away that evening, wearing a red piece of yarn around his ring finger just as he promised you on your wedding day. 

Ozzy is given Eddie’s guitar and your favorite book. Halen is given Eddie’s very first lord of the rings book set and your sketch book. Ziggy gets Eddie’s bandana and your earring collection. Motley gets Eddie’s leather jacket and your record collection. She also inherits both your wedding rings but she puts them in your shared grave so they you both could keep them wherever you went. She gives the ring Eddie gave her from his mother to her eldest daughter.) 

- 

The wedding is an easy affair….. well not to Motley. The poor girl was stressed out of her mind. 

Her dress was perfect and Nancy managed to pin her hair into place, and Motley had dashed around as you got dressed into the prettiest gown she had ever seen. 

“Metalhead. Aren’t you supposed to be with you dad?” You ask, leaning forward to fix her hair. “He needs his best girl.” 

A large smile cracks across her face and she bounces up and down before a knock sounds out at the door and Steve comes into view, sighing audibly. 

“The best man is here to get the best girl for the ceremony.” He groans, obviously joking when Motley throws a pillow at him before dashing to go find her dad. 

For the wedding it was decided that Motley would stand next to Eddie, in a new role he deemed to be so utterly important the church might burn without it. So she did, in her cute little bridesmaid dress as they shared excited glances while waiting for you. 

Steve stood with Ozzy, Dustin with Halen. 

Nancy and Robin stood by your side, and Ziggy was the flower girl with Zeppelin as the ring bearer. 

Steve had made some stupid comment about how the dog would lose them, but you weren’t worried since you were already wearing the rings. 

For your ceremony you and Eddie chose to take a red piece of yard and tie your ring fingers to eachother, just like he said the day he proposed. As the minister goes through the process Eddie gets a suspicious smirk before subtly tugging his hand to pull yours near. 

“Always drawing me near.” He whispers. 

“And I intend to keep it that way.” You smile back. 

- 

You sit, in your wedding gown on the kitchen floor, eating cake with a spoon with Eddie sitting next to you with a tub of ice cream. You took turns feeding eachother the desserts as you giggled. 

“When steve and Nancy took our kids I imagined something more…. Sexy.” You laugh, “but this is perfect.” 

“Oh? Am I not sexy to you?” He scoffs, posing as the best from his suit unbuckles smoothly. 

“Munson.” You snap. 

“Munson.” He snaps back with a shit eating grin. “I was thinking…..” 

“Never good for anyone.” 

“As much as I love sitting and snacking with you on the kitchen floor-“ he smiles.  

“Careful.” 

“I think it’s time it changes.” 

“No go! You and I snack on the floor! Just like our first date!” You complain. “You’re a traitor-“ 

“I just mean-“ he interrupts, reaching up to cover your mouth. “That we have a very full house and maybe it’s time for….. a different kitchen.” 

“You want to move?” 

-

“Please tell me you’re not pregnant again.” Eddie mumbles, staring wide eyed at you from where you sat on the bed, shoving your face with snacks. “Not that I would mind because it would be partly my fault but the twins are kicking my ass. I can’t tell if Ozzy wants to kill me or he just dislikes me.” 

You don’t respond, staring at him numbly as he tilts his head to look at you, waiting. 

It was the second week in your new house, and you guys were almost done moving and settling everyone in. 

The twins now had a room beside yours, with Wayne across the hall. The basement in this house belonged to the girls, the two bedrooms split amongst them and the room connecting them with the laundry room now being used as a rec room. 

“Hello?” Eddie calls. 

“hello…..” you mumble, squinting at him. “Did someone call?” 

“No….” Eddie mumbles, confusion lacing him as he walks a little closer to you. “Are you expecting a call?”

“No.” His eyes widen as he meets your own, a laugh breaking out. 

“Are you high?!” He cackles, grabbing your jaw lightly as he checks your eyes. “How?!” 

“I don’t know.” You mumble. “I ate the brownies that our neighbor brought, and next thing I know my feet are fuzzy.” 

Your explanation comes out as a whine and you point to your feet. “I can’t feel them.” 

“You…. You didn’t smoke? This came from the brownies? How many did you eat?” 

“3.” You sigh. “I had one and the next thing I knew I was so hungry I had to eat another.” 

“Shit.” He mumbles back, reaching a hand under your shirt to rub your abdomen in circles with his thumbs. “That’s pretty high, baby.” 

“I don’t even have a ladder.” You say, confused. “Ed’s. I’m fuzzy.” 

“Yeah I bet.” He smiles. “You wanna cuddle? I think we have the afternoon before the kids come back from school and daycare.” 

“Yes.” You mumble, falling back quickly. “But I can’t move.” 

He helps shuffle you up the bed, laying you on the pillows before moving to kneel by your feet and picking your right foot up to rub your ankle softly. 

“Eddie no.” You mumble, closing your eyes. “The room is flying.” 

“I know. I’m just gonna help you get some feeling back okay?  Just keep your eyes closed and try to nap.” 

He watches as you keep your eyes closed, trying not to laugh at the way you grip the sheets like you are trying to stay rooted there. 

Massaging one ankle for a couple minutes before moving on to the second. He knows you’ve fallen asleep the second your hands unclench from the sheets and he shuffles to cover you with the comforter, making sure you have a glass of water by the bed just in case. 

By the time he shuffles down the stairs he plans to unpack a couple more boxes before a loud and rushed knock covers the house. 

Opening the door to reveal an older woman, looking extremely panicked. A smile spreads across his face as he realizes who you got the pot brownies from. 

Before she gets a word out he asks “looking for your brownies?” 

“Yes! Oh I am so sorry!” She panics. “I made a batch for your family the same day I made my batch and I confused the pans and I know you have young kids and-“ 

“It’s fine. They haven’t had any.” He eases, letting her in as he shuffles to the kitchen to find where you had left them. “There was an argument yesterday over a box of Barbie’s so no one got dessert. My wife however tried one today and then got the munchies.” 

He shows her the pan, and she smiles at the sight, obviously trying not to laugh. 

“I can make you more, if you want.” 

“You know how to make these kinds?” She asks and he holds out his arms in a way to say ‘you see me?’ 

“Of course I do! And I know how to make them taste more like chocolate than anything.” 

“I….. please don’t think I’m some druggie old bat that tried killing your kids. I use these to help my cancer, and we’ll….” 

“Hey, there’s no problem. If anything my kids would have just gotten a little spaced out.” They would have gotten more than that but he wasn’t about to make her feel worse. 

“How many do you have again? I saw two when I talked to your wife.” 

“We have 4.” He answers, giving her a small smile as she grabs the pan. 

“Oh how wonderful. How old are they?” 

“Our oldest is about to turn 10, then we have a 4 year old and the twins just turned 2.” 

“Busy busy.” She laughs. “You seem so young too! To have a 10 year old. Oh my gosh.” 

“She’s a handful but gotta love her.” 

“What are their names?” 

“Motley, Ziggy, Ozzy and Halen.” Eddie answers easily, a feeling of pride in his chest as he talks about them. 

“Oh! You’re into rock music ,I take it?” 

“Just a bit.” He didn’t mention the dog running laps out back being named Zeppelin. “My daughters not so much though. They’ve gotten into this pop music phase.” 

“I had the same face when my own kids got into rock music over my classic music.” She giggles. “Oh, well I should be going. I would love to meet your kids sometime, you should throw a house party so the neighborhood can welcome you!” 

How had he gone from the town freak that everyone at school refused to sit by to a father that this woman wanted to welcome? 

“We’ll think about it.” He shuffles behind her to the door, walking her out and making sure she gets into her house safely before going back inside and heading back upstairs. 

You’re in a cocoon of your own making, face smudged into the pillow as you sleep. He keeps his movements slow, gently prying the blanket out of your hand so that he can crawl into the cocoon with you, keeping pressed against you as you move to welcome him in. 

He didn’t have to pick the kids up for another 4 hours, might as well nap with his wife as she’s high as a kite. 

-

You ended up signing Motley up for soccer, and you had no clue just how big the team was. 

So when her birthday party rolled around you were overthrown with younger girls dashing around the backyard. They screamed and giggled, jumping in and out of the pool and tracking water everywhere. 

Eddie, Steve and the rest of the boys had set up a large pool in the main area of the backyard and then a small kiddie pool closer to the patio, with pool chairs along the backyard and colorful decorations strung everywhere. 

You were sat on a pool chair close to the kiddie pool, basking in the sun like a lizard as you watched the twins with Steve and Nancy’s youngest. There were more toddlers at the party but so far those three were the only ones that had made it into the pool without crying. 

You kept leaning in to dip a hand on and make sure it wasn’t too cold, but the sun was hitting it perfectly so the water stayed perfect for the boys. 

Ozzy had found one of the mini squirt guns and had been shooting Steves youngest, Micky, with it for about 5 minutes as Halen kept leaning over the side to splash Lucas. 

“You could move.” You offer half heartedly, doing nothing to stop your little brat as he tries to do it again. 

“It actually feels nice.” Lucas mumbles from his own spot under the sun. “But if I don’t over react he will thinks it’s not fun.” 

Right on cue Halen splashes him and Lucas gasps out, groaning a bit as he pretends to dodge. Halen laughs looking at you with such excitement. 

You smile back, which makes him jump up and down and you wonder why he had gotten go excited, then a shadow looms over you to reveal your husband bending down to kiss your cheek. 

“How are the boys?” 

“Wreaking havoc-“ you answer right as Ozzy sprays Micky in the face again. “As per usual. Where are my girls?” 

“Ziggy is currently chasing Jonathan around with a fake snake and Motley is racing her friends in the pool.” He answers, looking around for both just in case before shuffling. “I wanna sit with you.”

“There is no room.” You scoff, still attempting to give him room since he doesn’t hesitate to push his way in. Before you know it he is halfway on your lap as you laugh out, trying to shove him off. “Edward.” 

“What? Aren’t married couples supposed to share everything?!” He teases, wiggling his hips. 

“You used that excuse last night when you ate MY PUDDING!” You whine, giving up on pushing him off and just choosing to rest your forehead on his shoulder. 

“You could have just let me eat you for dessert like I wanted to.” 

“We had important things to do.” You explain. “For your daughter's birthday.” 

“Excuses excuses. Don’t splash daddy Halen-“ too late, your youngest son was already on it and before you know it both you and Eddie are getting hit by the water. 

“This is what I get when you come over-“ 

“No no no. You’re not blaming this on me. He was looking right at you when he did that baby.” 

“You’re such a bad influence!” 

“You’re the one that showed him how to do it!”

“Hey! Mom! Dad!” Someone shouts and Eddie groans.  

“Whatever happened to mommy and daddy? Or daddy eddie?” He whines. 

“Kids grow. Sadly.” You sigh. 

“We’ll she shouldn’t.” 

“I’m sure Wayne said the same thing about you.” You mumble, taking a finger and swiping some of his hair out of his face. “You need a haircut.” 

“Is the pizza here?!” Motley asks, staring at you both. 

“Does it look like I have pizza?” Eddie asks, holding out his hands, one empty the other with a can in it. “Where’s Vinny?” 

“I have no clue.” Eddie sighs. “Probably hiding.” 

“I wanna spray him with the hose.” 

“Then you should find him.” You tease as Eddie finally gets up, moving to help you up. “Ozzy. Halen. Let’s go boys.” 

“Where you guys going?” Eddie asks, pouting a bit. 

“To rob a bank.” You smile, grabbing their hands into each of your own. “Or to add more sunscreen. Haven’t decided yet. Motley, you need more sunscreen.” 

“No! I want to-“

“We’ll do that later. Come on.” You reply sternly, turning to Eddie. “Get Ziggy will ya?” 

“On it.” He nods, turning around to whistle loudly and nod her over with Zeppelin. “Unbelievable.” 

Zeppelin was wearing swimming trunks, because you thought it was adorable. 

“Are you looking for VinnyyyYy?” Ziggy teases her sister which makes Eddie roll his eyes already knowing it will start a fight. 

“Are you looking to die today? Nerd bomber.” Motley snaps back. 

“I’m not a nerd bomber!” Ziggy shouts, pushing her sister. Motley pushes back and before it can get worse Eddie is grabbing the back of their necks hard enough to pull them away but not hard enough to hurt. 

“Get moving before I ground you both.” 

“Yes dad.” Motley sighs. 

“Okay papa.” Ziggy groans. It’s only then he releases them to go inside, following where you had disappeared with the boys. 

He shuffles behind them, watching them look at each other glaring every once in a while. It was insane to him how they went from sweet little angels to fighting nearly everyday. 

He spent most his time trying to get them to stop. 

“Don’t do it.” He warns when Ziggy rolls her fist. “You girls are on thin ice today.” 

Just this morning he had separated a pretty bad fight which had both of them crying. 

When they make it to yours and Eddie’s room you are already almost done reapplying the boys sunscreen, Halen hugging your calf as you help Ozzy. “Are you hungry?” 

“I am.” Eddie smiles only for you to subtly flip him off which makes him laugh. 

“We weren’t asking da-da! No we weren’t!” You make Ozzy clap his hands with you before setting him down on the ground and move to get the girls with the sunscreen. 

“I’m beat. Let’s kick everyone out and take a nap.” Eddie teases, falling backwards onto the bed and splaying out. 

“Booga!” Ozzy yells, dashing to the bed to attack him. 

“We can’t! We haven’t even cut the cake, silly.” Motley laughs, watching her little brother jump into Eddie’s stomach. “GET HIM!” 

And that’s when the riot ensues, all of the kids rush to attack Eddie in his moment of weakness, giggling and tackling him. 

His eyes widen as they all lunge for him, crying out to you for help. You debate it for a moment, pretending to move closer and reach a hand out only to pull away at the last moment and walk out of the room as he calls out for help. 

Teach him to eat your snacks.

The rest of the day is spent chasing kids around. If it wasn’t the twins then it was Ziggy and if it wasn’t her it was Motley. 

Presents and cake went by quickly and soon enough you were cleaning up the mess of the party. Eddie was picking up trash and you were packing up all the food. Both looking at each other subtly and every time you make eye contact you look away quickly. 

“You have fun today?” 

“Of course.  Did you?” 

“Oh I had a blast. I just wish she’d stop growing up.” Eddie sighs, and you look over at him as he picks up a cup by the kiddie pool before moving to walk away. Only he trips on a pool chair and stumbled face first into the kiddie pool. 

You can’t help but laugh, loudly, as he scrambles to get out. His hair sticks to his face and he looks like a wet dog as he glares. 

“That’s not funny!” He snaps as you wheeze, leaning forward with your hands on your knees trying to breathe. 

“I could have died! Drowned right there and my wife is just laughing away!” Tears are rolling down your cheeks now as he huffs, standing and marching over. “Not funny.” 

“Y-You …. Ohmygod!” You wheeze out, hand grabbing his bicep to help stabilize yourself. 

“I’m done. We’re divorcing.” He huffs, hand moving to your lower back to lead you inside. “I hate you.” 

-

The entire family was sprawled out in the living room after one of Motleys soccer games, tired and ready for bed but now quite ready to stop hanging out together. 

Eddie sat on the floor with his back to the couch, a comb between his teeth, and Motley sitting between his legs as he tries to brush out some of the knots from her hair. 

You were laid out with the couch and Ziggy was curled up on your right side with Ozzy asleep on your left. Halen laid between your legs and the side of the couch, using his brothers sleeping form as a pillow as he stared at the tv with wide eyes. 

Zeppelin lay on the mat by the door, the teams soccer jersey still on, while Wayne slept in his recliner chair. 

It was nights like these that Eddie loved, everyone together. No fighting, no rush to go anywhere. It was just peaceful. 

When he finished brushing through Motleys hair he made sure to put it in a brain before laying against the couch so his head was on your calf while Motley laid against him. 

The tv showed a new scooby cartoon, which is partly the reason Ozzy ended up actually cuddling someone since he normally hated hugs and cuddles. But when scooby doo was on? That kid was all about it.  

“Hey dad?” Motley whispers, drawing Eddie’s attention to her. 

“Yeah?” 

“You’re the coolest dad ever.” She mumbles before closing her eyes, and Eddie can’t stop smiling for the rest of the night. 

-

“What’s up, Metalhead?” Eddie asks, tightening the tire onto the car he was currently working on as Motley stares at him from her spot. 

Monday afternoons were a bit packed for the Munson household. Wayne had gone back to work as a manager so he spent Mondays going through billing and finances. 

You always picked up shifts at the diner while Ziggy had her ballet class and the boys were at preschool. 

Motley was the only one that had Monday afternoons off so Eddie would take his lunch to go pick her up from school and she would spend the afternoon at work with him until you could come get her or it was time to go home. 

He always made his work table into a desk area so she can do her homework, which is what she was supposed to be doing now, only she sat staring at him. 

“I need help.” She mumbles. 

“If it’s math I can’t help ya.” He smiles. “Or English. Or science. Act-“

“Dad.” 

“Fine. Fine.” He mumbles, pouting that she’s not being fun today as he stands up and wipes his hands before moving to see what she needs. “What’s this?” 

“A family tree.” 

“Okay? Why’s it blank?” He pulls his stool closer so he can sit and work with her. 

“I don’t know what to put.” 

“Your family. Silly.”

“I know. I just don’t know if I should do…. Biological or my real family. This is to track where we came from but…..” he catches on then, blinking slowly as he realizes what she can’t choose between. 

Put down her biological dad or put down Eddie. 

“I think either or.” He shrugs, trying to play cool. “It’s your project.” 

“But….. I don’t really know anything about him. And….. I don’t like knowing I came from him.” She blushes, playing with the ends of her hair like she always does when she gets nervous. 

“Then don’t. You shouldn’t have to feel upset or nervous about any of this. If you want to leave that side blank it’s up to you, Metalhead.”

“Can I….. can I put you down?” 

“Absolutely.” 

She smiles, and turns so she’s facing him. “Okay. Full name please?”

“Edward Wayne Munson. Pleasure to meet you…” 

“Motley Marie Munson.” She pretends to be serious, shaking his hands. “For father it’s Grandpa Wayne right?” 

“Actually, it’s not.” Eddie sighs, rubbing his side. “Wayne is my Uncle. My dads brother.” 

“Then why do we call him Grandpa Wayne?” 

“Well… he took me in when I was younger. Your age I believe. And…and even when I wasn’t living with him fully Wayne always made sure I had a place that was safe. Wayne is my chosen dad.”

“Where are your mom and dad then?” 

“Well my mom is gone…. She passed away when I was 6. And my dad…. Well my dad is in prison.” 

“What’d he do?” 

Child abuse, drug abuse, manslaughter. “Bad things.” 

“Do you see him?” 

“I used to…. I used to bug Wayne to go all the time and the more I grew up the less I wanted to go. I used to want him to miss me though.” The look she gave Eddie  made him realize that he might be able to help with whatever emotional turmoil she was feeling more than he realized. 

“I actually, this is gonna sound silly but just bare with me,” he sighs and she scoots closer. “I used to love my dad more than anything. And when I was taken to Uncle Wayne I used to hate my uncle for separating me from my dad. He refused to let me go and visit him at first and when he finally did I realized why. And then I was stuck in this constant anger that my dad didn’t want me. Why did I want him more than he wanted me? I’m his kid, he helped bring me into the world, what did I do wrong?” 

“What do you think now?” 

“That I’m better without him. That I will always try to be a better dad than he ever was and….. and I hope my mom knows I made it out. I hope she knows, wherever she ended up, that I found what she always wanted for me.” 

“What did she want?” 

“A happy family.” 

“When’s the last time you saw your dad?” 

“I went right after I met your mom.” 

“That was a long time ago!” 

“Yeah it was.” 

“Can…. Can I meet him?” 

“No.” Eddie snaps, chest tightening. “I don’t think that would be-“ 

“I wanna see you with your dad.” And Eddie knows what she means. I wanna know if I can leave my dads shadow. 

“I’ll ask your mother.” 

Part five is already here babes! MERRY CHRISTMAS!

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