[lovejosephquinn]

Text summary: Joe’s away filming Gladiator II and you’re missing him terribly.

A short and sweet fluffy affair with still pictures of gifs posted by @fyeaheddiemunson 🥰 ps: it wouldn’t let me post the gifs as more than one screen recording fs

[oneforthemunny]

Okay switching it up

Rockstar Eddie, Fluff, Birthday

Maybe one of the kids

"Look who it is," You cooed, bouncing Persephone on your hip. "Who is that? Who is it, Sephy?"

Eddie grinned, reaching out for the baby, not nearly as tiny as she was when you'd first brought her home. That felt like a week ago and a life time all at once, but still, she shouldn't be this big. You both agreed on that; no way she was one already.

"Is that my birthday girl? My little birthday baby?" Eddie's own voice dropped to a coo he'd inherited with fatherhood, even letting it slip in public, uncaring of the snickers that his friends would give.

Sephy shrieked with glee, little legs kicking, grabbing at Eddie's hair, a fast swipe that he managed to dodge this time. "I can't believe it's her birthday." Eddie tilted his head, bouncing Sephy gently to make her giggle and gurgle.

"I know." You hummed, head lolling against his arm, giving Persephone your finger to wave around, try to gnaw on. "I can't believe it."

"Me either." Eddie swayed gently, lips downturned in a sort of resting pout. You wanted to tease him, poke fun at him like he used to you, but you couldn't bring yourself to. Your heart swelled at the sight, arms wrapping around his waist, hugging him tightly.

"She's one." Eddie sighed, pressing his nose to Sephy's so she gurgle in laughter. "You're fucking one."

"Eddie," You hissed, eyes cutting to his in warning. "Watch your mouth. She's catching on to words."

Eddie grinned, a smirk that had your tummy flipping with heat. "Ooh, Mama got mad, didn't she, Seph?" He cooed. "She's gonna wash Daddy's mouth out. I better be careful."

You rolled your eyes. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" You scoffed, turning away towards Persephone's closet, squealing when Eddie slapped your ass playfully.

You turned, glaring at him playfully. Persephone took the distracted opportunity to successfully grab onto Eddie's curls, yanking them furiously. He hissed, head moving with the baby's grasp, while you laughed.

[harrywavycurly]

I just know Eddie is the kind of partner that does those little things that essentially tell you he loves you. Like fills your gas tank up for you, never lets you open a door, does that thing where he blocks the corner of an object like a table so you don’t hit your head on it when you bend down, walks on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street, knows exactly how you like your coffee or tea and makes sure it’s ready for you when you wake up, holds your hand anytime you’re out together so you don’t get too far away from him, turns your car on for you in the colder mornings so it’s nice and warm for you when you get in it and gets you flowers just because he saw them and they made him think of you.

[cinemabean]

Eddie distracting you when you have anxiety

“Bet you’d look real pretty in a wedding dress, baby.” “What?” You laugh, the first one he’d heard all day. “A wedding dress. You’d look so gorgeous, sweetheart, I know it.” He continues to soothe you, petting his thumb along your temple, while your faced is smooshed into his neck. “You’ve thought about that?” “‘Course I have. My pretty bride. Fuck, I’d be down on my knees the moment you came out. Prettiest girl in the whole world, walking down the aisle to me? Baby I’d lose my mind. Worship you over and over.” He kisses your crown as your heartbeat gradually evens out; body tired, and mind completely drained from the day. He carefully lifts you up against his chest, proposing a different idea for the rest of the evening. “Wanna take a bath, baby? I’ll get it all nice and ready for you, use those bubbles you like, massage your hair? How’s that sound, hmm?” “…I love you Eddie.”

[soft-butch-cassidy]

depression tips™

shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.

moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over. 

put on clean, comfortable clothes. 

put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.

drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.

clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink. 

blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.

make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something. 

make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.

go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.

call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.

cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.

[yournudemom]

Circulating. Seasonal depression is creeping around now.

[shadowjag]

Lets keep this moving

[sidereustales]

In Their Arms

Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Steve Harrington x reader x Eddie Munson

Summary: Steve and Eddie care for you while you’re sick.

Contains: fluff, comfort, throuple, established relationship, angst if you squint (I’m sorry I’m a sad bitch I can’t help it), one use of “good girl” in a non-sexual way

Word count: 1.2k+

A/N: thank you to @battymunson for beta reading this for me ♥️

Masterlist

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It was the closest you’ve ever felt to hell.

You’d been sick for days. Your body ached, the heaviness of it kept you weighed down to your bed. Your throat felt raw from the harsh coughs that escaped your body. You wanted to do nothing but sleep in the copious amount of blankets you had.

But your slumber was interrupted when you felt your shoulder being shaken gently. In your sleepy and hazy state, you heard a voice above you.

“Honey,” the voice said softly. A hand brushed your hair away from your sweaty forehead. You whined as you shifted under the heavy pile of blankets. Your eyes blinked open and you were met with two familiar golden brown ones. Steve smiled fondly at you from where he sat on the side of your bed as you slowly started to come to.

“There you are.” Another voice, also familiar in its cadence. You peered behind Steve to see a messy head of curls and a dimpled smile. “Hi sweetheart,” Eddie waved, wiggling his fingers at you.

“What are you doing here?” You rasped, voice cracking harshly as you strained to get the words out.

Steve frowned at the sound of your voice—a worried crease between his brows. The back of his hand came to rest against your forehead. You were hot to the touch. “God honey, you’re burning up.”

Eddie’s hand also came to rest on your forehead, mirroring Steve’s actions. “Jesus H. Christ, you’re hot.”

“Don’t flirt with me while I’m like this Munson,” you glared at him. You were being serious and the realization made him chuckle. “I meant to the touch, sweets. But you’re gorgeous too.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek. Lingering just for a moment to be sure you did feel as hot as you did to his hand.

“We need to get that temperature down.” Steve rose from the bed making it shift when his weight left it. “I’ll be right back honey.”

As soon as Steve left, the bed dipped as Eddie climbed in beside you. He put his arm around you and rubbed your back soothingly. “Why didn’t you tell us you were sick baby? We would have come over sooner.” You shrugged weakly, burying your head against his chest.

The truth was it was something you hadn’t actually thought of. You were used to caring for yourself. You were used to being by yourself. It was an adjustment, spending most of your time alone to suddenly being surrounded by the love of two people. Sometimes you still couldn’t quite believe it. Before them, you were convinced that love wasn’t for you. Too many times had you been left with little warning or reason. You were jaded to say the least.

Then you met Steve and Eddie. They had been dating for two years before you came into their lives. At first, you thought they were simply using you to spice things up in their relationship. But then they were so earnest in their pursuit of you, they made you feel wanted for the first time in years.

Despite that, it was still difficult to accept their help. You knew you could take care of yourself, and you’d never want to bother them with something you could handle on your own.

You felt a hand come onto your shoulder, encouraging you onto your back. Steve stood above you, a washcloth in hand. He sat down at the edge of the bed and dabbed the cool washcloth against your forehead. “Have you eaten anything?” He asked, concerned. You shook your head, earning you a weary sigh from the man above you.

Steve looked to Eddie and without him having to say anything he got up, leaving you and Steve alone in the room.

“Are you going to tell me why you didn’t tell us you were sick?”

“Steve—“

“I just don’t understand. Did you not think we’d take care of you?”

You sighed, eyes squeezing shut as you pulled his hand away from you removing the washcloth from your head. “You don't need to take care of me. It’s not your job.”

“Not my job,” he scoffed incredulously. “Baby, it is my job. It’s my only job to take care of you and Eddie. Besides, I want to. I want to take care of you.”

You wanted to believe him, but you couldn’t help but feel like you were burdening the two of them. Steve could tell you were struggling to believe his words. He knew what it was like to feel unlovable. Before Eddie, he had his heart broken many times. It took him some time to even believe Eddie when he said he loved him, and when you entered the picture it was only further proof just how lovable he really was. He hated that you felt that way too. He knew it would take time, but he needed you to understand just how loved you really were.

He threw the washcloth in your bathroom sink before he returned to your bed and crawled under the covers with you. He held you close, and tightly, pressing kisses to your temple. His large hands rubbed at your back, lulling you back to sleep. He hoped even the simple action could help lead you to believing in their love for you.

When you woke back up it was to their familiar voices and the delectable smell of chicken and broth.

“There she is!” Your eyes opened to see Eddie holding a bowl in his hands. Steve was still at your side, smiling sweetly at you.

“Sit up sweetheart,” Steve helped you, leaning you against the headboard as Eddie took a seat on the edge of your bed. “What’s that?” You croaked, trying to get a peek into the bowl.

“Uncle Wayne’s famous chicken noodle soup. Open up,” Eddie held a spoon of broth, noodles, and chicken up to your mouth. You grimaced and tried to take the spoon from him but he pulled it away before you could.

“Eddie,” you whined. “I don’t need you to feed me. I’m not a baby.”

Eddie gaped at you, feigning offense. “What? But you’re my baby.”

“Eddie—“

He ignored your protests and blew on the spoon before bringing it back to your mouth. With a roll of your eyes you gave in and took the spoon into your mouth, giving him a perturbed look as you ate.

“Good girl,” he smiled brightly.

You groaned, and leaned your head against Steve’s shoulder. Steve chuckled, making you shake against him and you swatted at his chest in annoyance.

“I hate you both.”

“You love us. C’mon, just eat honey. It’s good isn’t it?” Steve asked, squeezing affectionately at your bicep.

“Of course it’s good! It’s Wayne’s recipe!” Eddie interjected.

“I wasn’t asking you,” Steve rolled his eyes.

“Well what kind of question is that?”

You giggled as they bickered, leaning farther into Steve. He held you as Eddie fed you the rest of the soup. It was funny. In this moment of squabbling you didn’t feel irritated. You felt cared for. Even during their dispute, they were still taking care of you.

When you finished eating Eddie climbed into the bed with you and Steve, both of them sandwiching you in between them.

“Feeling better at all?” Steve asked. You nodded, cuddling into his chest. “Good.”

You could get used to this, you thought. Being taken care of. They made you feel safe, protected. In their arms, you felt loved.

Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it! ♥️

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[justmeinadaze]

Rara's Nightmare (Part of We're a Family Universe)(Steddie X You)

From this AU

A/N: Idk where this came from in my brain but I couldn't stop thinking about it. Enjoy the FLUFF!

Warnings: While is from a Steddie AU this is mostly Steve taking care of Ro when she has a nightmare. No angst or smut, just good wholesome fluff.

Word Count: 1043

Aurora woke up with a gasp as she looked around her dark room terrified of how the things she knew now seemed threatening as they lurked in the shadows. Grabbing the little stuffed dragon her daddy bought her, she braved the hallway as she excited her room. 

The house was quiet except for the little creaks of the wood as the wind hit the side of her home. Taking a deep breath, she headed for the stairs passing Dylan’s room along the way. She could hear the low rumbles of his music through the crack at the bottom of the door. Aurora contemplated knocking and waking him up but sometimes her brother could be grumpy if you woke him too early. 

Plus, she knew the monsters that were probably hiding in her room were too big for Dylan to fight on his own. No…she needed to be brave and get to her parents. Her little chocolate-colored eyes quickly darted around as she descended the stairs clinging to her dragon for protection. 

As she entered the living room, however, she suddenly felt lost. In the dark everything seemed to be different. Had the couch always been there or did it move on its own? Wasn’t James’s room just around the corner? She saw the kitchen but then why couldn’t she find her mommy and daddy’s door?

Backing up slowly, her feet abruptly slipped out from under her as she fell on her butt and started to cry. They sound of a door opening startled her as she curled up into a ball and cried harder. 

“Ro? Honey, what happened?”, Steve cooed in a concerned voice still husky from sleep. “What are you doing out of bed?”

Aurora promptly wrapped her arms tightly around her father’s neck knowing that if any of the monsters decided to attack she was safe with him. Pressing her head gently into the nook of his neck, he lifted her into his arms, and rubbed her back comfortingly as he got to his feet.

“What happened?”, you ask quietly, the sound of your voice calming her more.

“I think she just had a nightmare. Go back to bed, baby, I got this. Sweetheart, do you want to say good night to mommy?”

Even though he turned her to face you, she didn’t lift her head as she clung to him tighter. The little toddler sighed when she felt your hand pet her curls before kissing the top of her head. 

“Good night, Ro. I love you.”

“I love you to, mommy.”, she garbled making you and Steve lightly laugh.

The long trek it took her only took her father a few moments as he took a seat on her bed and placed her under the covers. She watched with wide eyes as he leaned towards her nightstand and turned on the nightlight they had gotten her for her birthday. Aurora couldn’t help but smile at her ceiling as brightly colored stars painted the makeshift sky. 

“What happened, honey? Did you have a nightmare?” Hugging her dragon tighter, the tears begin to fall again as she nods. “Hey, hey now. Everything’s ok, baby. Do you want to tell me what it was about?”

Adamantly, she shakes her head as she sinks lower into her blanket. 

“Ok, that’s ok.” Steve watches as her eyes flick to her closet and more fear washes over her. “You know, daddy’s not the only master in this house. I mean, he may be the only dungeon master but I’m a force master. I became a Jedi when I was a little bit older than you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah.”, he grins as he bends down and grabs the toy light saber she keeps by her bed. “May I borrow yours? Mine is downstairs.”

“Daaaad!”, she giggles. “That’s not a real light saber.”

Steve playfully scoffs as he rises to his feet and spins the sword around in his hands like they do in the movies. 

“That right there is dark side thinking, Rara. This saber here is as real as you want it to be.” As he reaches out to touch the end with his fingers, he lightheartedly winces as he pulls it back pretending he got burned. “Ow. Hot.”

As her demeanor softens, he smiles as he takes a fighting stance and begins looking around her room. 

“Alright, fair warning to any dark side users in this room! Come out now or you will be killed if I find you.” They both waited in silence to no one and his joking wide eyes met hers making her laugh. Slowly heading for her closet, he pushes open the door and moves some of her clothes around to find it empty. “No one there.”

Taking careful steps around her room, he shines the toy light in dark areas and her grin grows as she realizes everything he passes is things she knows like her stuffed animals on her furniture that seemed to tower over her before. 

“Dada.”, Aurora calls and when he turns to look at her, she points under her bed. 

Placing his finger over his mouth in a shooshing motion, he moves towards the edge of her mattress before dropping on his heels seeming to startle anything that may be hiding. 

“Damn, nothing. I think if anything was in here, they know I’m your dad and I’m not going to let anything bad happen to you.”

She beams up at him as he turns off the light saber and places it on her bedside table next to the night light as he shifts his weight onto his knees to lean over her bed.

“You’re safe, sweetheart. Now can you go back to sleep?”

Lazily she nods her head as he eyes lids begin to droop. 

“Dada? Can…Can you stay with me till I fall asleep again?”

Smiling, he lightly pushes on her back signaling for her to give him some room as he crawls in behind her and brings the blanket up to her chin before kissing the back of her head. 

Pushing her body into his chest, she reaches for his hand and grips two of his fingers in her tiny palm as she begins to drift off again. 

“Good night, dada.”

“Good night, Rara.”

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[munson-blurbs]

I would actually LOVE to read about the proposal! How did it go down? Was Harris there? I think a blurb about that would be really special :)

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

Summary: A lazy Sunday morning turns into something much more special, thanks to your two favorite guys.

Warnings: pretty much none, just proposal fluff and a smidge of suggestive language at the end

WC: 1.3k

A/N: The proposal/Harris calling Ms. Sweetheart "mommy" was also requested by @hippiefairy02, @cheesewritings, @enam3l, @peachysink, and a handful of anons!

March 1998

“Ms. Sweetheart?”

Harris’s soft voice doesn’t carry over the sounds of running water and the sponge squelching soap bubbles along the lip of a coffee mug, the remnants of a lazy Sunday morning breakfast. He clears his throat and tries again, tugging on the back of your bathrobe as he shouts.

“Ms. Sweetheart?!”

You jump, pulled from your own thoughts, nearly dropping the cup among the sea of dishes cluttering the sink. Eddie had made scrambled eggs and toast for the three of you; a gesture you’d thoroughly enjoyed until you realized that the clean-up fell on your shoulders.

“Jeez, Har. What’s the emergency?” You catch your breath, allowing your heart rate to settle back to a normal rhythm, and shut off the faucet.

Harris wrinkles his nose, the bridge creasing in confusion. “There’s no ‘mergency,” he says, releasing his grasp and motioning for you to follow him. “I gotta show you something.”

You oblige with a soft laugh, haphazardly grabbing a dish towel to wipe the suds from your hands and wrists, and let him lead you to the kitchen table. Crayons are strewn across it, blues and purples and reds intermingled around his artwork. 

“Whatcha drawing?” you ask, hands bracing the back of the chair he’s plopped down on. You peer over his shoulder and smile. It’s a picture of you, Eddie, and him. A full-fledged kindergartener, he’s been adding more details to his stick-figure family portraits: a vase of wildflowers sits atop a sienna oval table, black squares and rectangles above it represent the various photo frames hanging on the kitchen wall. This picture looks different than Harris’s usual set-up; he typically draws himself in the middle of you and Eddie, each of his hands overlapping yours and his dad’s. Today, he’s drawn you, then Eddie, then him. And your hands aren’t linked; instead, he’s used a silver crayon to place something in Eddie’s cartoon palm.

You furrow your brows and gesture towards the mystery object. “What’s that, Har?” It’s better not to guess, lest you say the wrong thing and inadvertently offend him. Just last week, you’d asked him if a small blue object in the sky was a bird, and he was on the verge of tears trying to explain that it was a UFO. 

“Can’t you see the alien?” he’d wailed, pointing to a little green dot you’d assumed was a rogue eye.

Now, Harris grins. “It’s a proposing ring!” he announces. “That’s why you’re smiling so big!” Sure enough, the curved line of sketch-you’s mouth extends to both cheeks. 

Real-you can’t help but mimic the beaming expression. Just the idea of Eddie proposing to you has you feeling giddy. You’d marry him tomorrow if you could; all he has to do is ask. Though your pulse quickens at the thought, you don’t want to build up Harris’s hopes for something that may not happen for a while. Pressing a kiss to his scalp with a soft giggle, you remark, “A proposing ring? That’s so silly!”

“Is it?”

The unexpected sound of Eddie’s voice has you whirling around, startled for the second time this morning. He’s still wearing his pajamas, flannel pants perfectly complementing your own cozy attire. He bites the inside of his lip, and when he takes your hand in his, you can feel it tremble slightly.

“Sweetheart, I…” he starts, trying to remember the speech he had rehearsed an absurd amount of times. He clears his throat before speaking again. “Sweetheart, I wake up every morning and go to sleep every night grateful for you. Never in my life did I think I would find someone who loved me the way you do; someone who loves my son like he’s their own.” He chokes up at the last part, blinking back the tears so he can press on. “Sometimes, I still can’t believe I landed such an incredible, thoughtful, beautiful woman.”

You offer a small laugh, slightly easing his nerves, and he manages to smile. “You…you’re the love of my life, and my world is infinitely better with you in it,” he continues, pulling a small velvet-covered box from his pocket and sinking onto one knee. With shaky fingers, he opens the box to reveal a princess-cut diamond on a thin silver band. “Will you marry me?”

“Oh, my god.” Elation and disbelief simultaneously surge through you, eyes going misty as the realization hits you. Eddie’s actually proposing. He wants you to be his wife, and he wants to be your husband. “Yes, Eddie. Yes, of course I’ll marry you!” You’re laughing and crying, tears streaming down your cheeks; you sloppily wipe them away with the back of your hand.

Eddie stands up, the ring still in its case. You expect him to slide it onto your fourth finger; instead, he turns to Harris with a knowing expression. “Your turn, Har.”

Before you can question it further, Harris takes your hand in his, just like Eddie had. “Ms. Sweetheart,” he looks up at you with wide, exuberant eyes, “will you be my mommy?”

You scoop him up into your arms; he’s almost too tall for you to do it comfortably, and it pangs at your heart. “Yes, I will be your mommy, Harris!” You kiss his cheek with an exaggerated mwah, placing him back on the ground as he excitedly kicks his feet.

With that, Eddie puts the engagement ring on your finger triumphantly, pulling you in for a hug that squeezes the breath out of your lungs. His lips find yours without hesitation, kissing you as long as Harris will allow before the kid becomes impatient.

“Mommy?” The title rolls off of his tongue so easily, bringing with it fresh batches of tears for both you and Eddie. Mommy. You’re Harris’s mommy. The close bond you’ve already developed strengthens in that moment, and you vow to wear your badge of Chosen Mom with pride. 

“Yeah, Har?” 

“Can we celebrate with ice cream?”

“It’s, like, 9:30 in the morning,” Eddie laughs, scrunching his nose. “I don’t even think Scoops Ahoy is open yet.”

Harris pouts but ultimately relents, on one condition. “Then…can we go when it opens?”

You look at Eddie, who delivers his seal of approval with a quick nod. “I think that can be arranged.”

As Harris cheers, you sneak a glimpse of the new jewelry adorning your finger. It daintily sparkles even under the kitchen lighting, a perfect depiction of your love for one another. 

Eddie’s hands snake around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. “How’d I do?” he asks with a goofy, lopsided grin. “Is my future wife happy with her ring?”

You turn around, draping your arms around his neck and pressing your body against his, desperate for a moment of intimacy. “I love it. And I love you, Eddie Munson.”

“And me?” pipes up a little voice. 

“Both of you,” you amend with a giggle. Pleased with your answer, Harris returns to his crayons and construction paper. 

Eddie’s voice is a melodic whisper in your ear. “After our family ice cream date, maybe you and I can celebrate a bit more privately?” You can practically hear his teasing smirk at the raunchy implication. 

“We can pick up champagne on the way home,” you murmur back, heat blossoming in your belly. You’re no longer just a girlfriend, but a fiancée, a future wife, and there is nothing else you crave more than the touch of your future husband. 

And while you and Eddie finish washing the dishes with a plethora of stolen kisses, Harris picks up a green crayon and titles his drawing, just like he’d learned in art class:

Mommy, Daddy, and Harris. 

--

[silent-stories]

Thinking about when Eddie was like six or seven years old and he wanted to have a little birthday party with his classmates but none of them showed up that day. He waited for hours and no one ever came, eventually he ate his piece of cake alone and stopped hoping and waiting. Of course no one would come to the freak's party, he had been stupid to think so.

From that day on he never even said what day he was born just to make sure something like that didn't happen again, as a way to protect the child who had been hurt years before. None of his friends (his band and hellfire) knew when his birthday was.

It went on like this until you found out, because you read it incidentally on his ID card or somewhere else without Eddie noticing.

That night you showed up at his trailer with a homemade cake complete with candles rambling about the fact that it was not much but that you still hoped he would appreciate the gesture and that you hadn't said anything to the others at school because since he hadn't done it you wanted to respect it.

You said it wasn't your intention to find out but after you did you couldn't ignore it and just wanted to make him happy if you could.

Eddie was still in the doorway listening to you talk when he offered you a smile, thanked you and invited you in, trying to hide his watering eyes as much as possible and thinking that gesture was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for him in his entire life.

You told him the cake wasn't perfect and he said it was perfect to him. Because you thought about him, because you wanted him to be happy. And after many years, his inner child began to heal.

[oneforthemunny]

don’t talk to me. thinking about rockstar!eddie.

thinking about rockstar!eddie who decided to do a gig in london two days before christmas. you didn’t want him to go. it’s persephone’s first christmas, but he’s adamant he’ll be back.

“babe, i’m taking the red eye back to la. one stop at jfk and i’ll be home. i promise.” he’s so smooth with his words, you believe him.

so you stay home with your baby. wayne flies in, farrah, too. you get the phone call as expected, thinking eddie’s just calling to tell you he’s boarding.

oh, no.

“what?”

“all of ‘em are grounded, baby. the airports fuckin’ on a lock down.” eddie’s voice is tight and you can picture him. chain smoking, leaned up against a telephone wall, free hand grabbing a his hair. “i’m-i’m doing everything i can. the pilot said as soon as he gets the all clear, we can go, but…”

he can’t bring himself to say it. so you say it for him. “but you’re missing christmas.” your voice wobbles, barely whispering into the phone. “you’re missing sephy’s first christmas.”

“i’m- fuck- i’ll be there, ok?” the crack in his own voice, swallowed with pain, regret- fuck, why did he take this gig? “i’m not going to miss it, baby. i swear to god, i’ll fly this fuckin’ plane myself to get to you.” you know he’s joking, but is he? the sincerity in his voice makes you wonder.

“i’ll be home for christmas. i’m going to be home. just a little later than i thought.”

it’s close- too close for your own comfort. sometime in the early hours of the next night, the early morning of christmas eve, eddie sneaks in beside you. how sephy didn’t hear in her little bassinet beside your bed, you’re not sure, you’d blame the white sound machine.

“you’re home.” you croak, groggy with sleep and emotions, blinking into the dark of the room.

“i’m home.” eddie nods, sinking into the mattress beside you. “told you i’d be home.” he mutters, lips ghosting over the warm, sleep flushed skin of your cheek.

“d’ya fly the plane?” you grin, settling into his grasp, arms tight and secure around you.

“no, they wouldn’t let me. you believe that?” eddie snorted lightly, ringless hand sliding down your hips. “i wouldn’t miss this. you know that. first christmas. you knew i’d be here.”

“yeah.” you hum, lids heavy with sleep. “never doing that again though. tell them to fuck off next time. wanting to have you that close to christmas.” you scoff.

and he does. makes sure his agent puts it in his contract so he can always make sure he’s home for christmas.

[queenimmadolla]

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You surprise Eddie with your baby's first trick-or-treat costume. Spoiler alert: she's adorable.

a/n: for maisie 🩷

more penny and Eddie here

“I’m waitiiiiiiiiing.” Eddie sang out from the couch, tugging at the neck of the cream colored turtleneck you’d guilted him into wearing. It wasn’t as bad as the sweater he had to wear with it. Truly the ugliest thing he had ever seen. 

  It was so ugly, it offended him and he was a little grumpy about it, which you teased was appropriate considering he was supposed to be dressed as Bert from Sesame Street. 

  Yeah. Sesame Street. 

  The (totally) gay puppets.

“You’ll have to get close.” Eddie had threatened when you pulled out eyeliner, not to line his eyes like you did before one of his shows or a date night, but to link his brows together in the most unrealistic looking unibrow ever. 

  Once upon a time, up until like two Halloweens ago, Eddie had used this day to be completely and thoroughly chaotic. Messy. Well, as messy as the social pariah could be on Halloween. So just really drunk, maybe high—sometimes both—making out with someone who wouldn’t acknowledge his existence the following day (and he was very grateful for you for breaking the curse on that last carefree Halloween). But that was the old Eddie Munson.

  Gone was the Eddie Munson that either went all out–in leather, eyeliner and fake blood–or barely tried with some devil horns and a bad sense of humor for halloween to deal weed and drugs, smoke weed and drink til he threw up, or get fucked. Granted, he wasn’t going through this change alone. 

  Your opportunities to party on Halloween night with your friends–having all gotten ready together for the big, slutty night out–drinking ‘til you were stupid only to wake up on your bedroom floor (sometimes not even yours and on one year, the top of your neighbor’s car) with no real repercussions were no more.

  Your days as primarily careless teenagers and now young adult were over, replaced with enjoying the night in a way you were both surprised to find that you didn’t hate, even as early twentysomethings. 

  Hell, the both of you were eager–even if Eddie had to wear a lame costume. He’d wanted to be Ernie, at least.

  “Shut up!” You called back from the bedroom. Eddie snickered at the amusement hidden under your voice and shifted until he was lounging on his side, arm propped up with his hand.

  “Still waitiiiiiiiing!”

  You’d been hiding a certain costume from him for the past three weeks, and the anticipation was killing him.

  “You are the most impatient man I have ever met.” 

  “I just gotta have you, baby.” Came his immediate response and his grin widened when he realized he didn’t even have to think up replies for your quips, it just came natural now. He knew you that well. Still made him giddy and want to kick his feet in the air.

  He loved being married to you. Sue him.

  “Okay, here we come!” You announced and Eddie scrambled to sit up straight, eagerly leaning forward to get an early peak. 

  You walked down the short hall, dressed in a striped sweatshirt, jeans with the bottoms rolled into cuffs and a pair of red converse. Ernie. But Eddie already knew what your costume was, it was a couple’s costume and you were indeed a couple. 

  It was who you were glancing back at, just out of his line of sight, that held his curiosity. 

  “C’mon, baby. Go show daddy!”

  At your prompting, your baby–just a couple of months over a year old–came waddling out, footsteps awkward as she got used to the orange duck feet covering her own and the padding and stuffing of her yellow duck costume, clutching a bottle you’d given her to keep her from fussing while you got her dressed. Her curly little head and chunky cheeks were framed in the hood of the costume, with the duck’s  head resting on hers.

  “Are you kidding me?” Eddie asked, mouth dropping open as his eyes darted from his cute little spawn in her adorable costume to your smug expression and back, “Are you joking? OH MY GOD!”

  Eddie reached his arms out to Penny, fingers curling into his fists as he made grabby hands, “You are so precious, my little baby, come to daddy!”

  Penny was delighted with his praise, drooly mouth dropping open and big brown eyes sparkling as she rushed forward. Her lack of coordinated motor skills paired with the duck feet and the padding of her duck bottom throwing her equilibrium off meant she immediately lost her balance and you and Eddie both inhaled sharply, quickly rising to attention as she wobbled forward briefly, then fell back on her cushioned tail feathers.

  It was far from a dangerous fall, so you and Eddie stood frozen, waiting for her response so as to not sway her to have a certain response, having taken her to the doctor’s after a fall once only to learn she was perfectly fine and had only started crying because you had. 

  You both learned real quick to wait for her response after falling, sometimes she cried and had a boo boo that Daddy and Mommy could fix with some first aid and a kiss, and other times she'd run right into the wall, get up, and walk away (albeit while muttering in angry baby gibberish).

  Penny blinked once, eyes flying from your face to her dad’s before she wiggled her bum against the floor, set her bottle down next to her and tried to stand up. 

  You both let out matching sighs of relief before Eddie darted forward to scoop her up.

  “Are you rubber ducky?” Eddie asked once he had her situated in his arms. All she did was give him that big, beautiful smile of hers (no longer gummy with the teeth she had coming in but thinking about that made Eddie teary eyed) before her attention strayed to his long curls and her chunky little fist flew out to grab some of it, staring it down before she put it in her mouth.

  “Say, yes, baby.” You encouraged her after picking up her bottle, hand tucking in one of her curls peaking out.

  “Yesh.” She parroted, mouthing aggressively at the hair in her fist. While she was distracted, Eddie took the opportunity to press kisses into her cheek, smothering her in them until she grew annoyed and snapped her head in his direction, mouth wide in protest.

  “Sor-ry!” He huffed, still grinning as he pressed another one into her soft cheek. She was all talk  and no bite. Mostly.

  “What does the duck say, baby?” You asked, trying to prompt her. She could do some of the animal sounds and she’d gotten the duck right a few times.

  “Moooo.” And sometimes she moo’d.

  “That is one interesting duck.” Eddie commented and you shushed him.

  “No, baby. Quack.”

  “Cack.”

  Your heart dropped into your stomach. “Okay, that’s a little too close to–we’ll stick with moo.”

  You grabbed her trick-or-treat bag, a disposable camera and a couple of other things you thought you might need to take her trick-or-treating for the first time, while Eddie continued to coddle her, only putting her down when you were all ready to go. 

  Penny was little miss independent until she caught sight of the steps outside of the trailer. Then she whimpered, dropped her bottle and turned to Eddie, shoving herself at his legs as she reached her little arms up to him.

  “Up! UP! Up!”

  It was mean of him, really it was, because Penny was genuinely afraid of the steps but that also meant she demanded her daddy hold her in his arms, and that wasn’t really a loss for him so he hoped she’d hang onto that fear for a while before she got inventive and found another way to climb down them without him.

  Eddie picked her up and she curled into his chest, chin on his shoulder as she clung to him with the duck head on her hood hitting the side of his face. He was trying to hide his smile but it was much too large to conceal and you glared at him with no malice, more amused with Eddie than anything.

  “It’s okay, sweetpea. Daddy will protect you from those big, mean steps.”

  He cackled as you shook your head with a smile. 

  “You are so messed up, capitalizing off of her fear.”

  “Hey–it’s easy for you, she still demands and needs your boob. Did you see her refuse my kisses in there? I’m fighting for her affection here. And I’m gonna keep doing it, as soon as she gets over her fear of steps, I’m telling her a monster lives underneath them. Now, let's go get some candy I’ll also eat on her behalf.”

  He bounded cheerfully out the door, Penny bouncing in his arms while you locked up behind him and called out in your laughter.

  “And using your baby for candy–oh, you’ve got to choke tonight. I’ll save you, but you’ve got to choke.”

  Eddie paused, waiting for you to catch up as his lips curled into smirk in a very Grinch like manner and you groaned, eyes squeezing shut as you realized what he was implying without having to verbalize it. 

  “I mean, I’d be happy to arrange that–”

  “Keep walking, Bert. We only have an hour and a half so we’d better get a move on if you want a decent amount of candy to steal from your own baby.”

  “I’m not above taking candy from any baby.” He confirmed leaning down just as you leaned up to meet in a kiss, the both of you smiling into it. It was brief, ending when Penny accidentally pecked the both of you with the head of her costume.

[harrywavycurly]

I could use some comfort and was seeing if I could get something with life with steddie? Thank you Sarah 💓

Hiii babes!! I hope these conversations bring you some comfort!!💖

-find all things Life with Steve and Eddie here✨

“What the fuck is all this for Harrington?” “She called us because she’s stressed and…baths are..relaxing or whatever.” “So this is all for…a bath? This looks like salt Steve…did you just grab this from your kitchen this morning?” “They are bath salts you idiot…what did you bring for her?” “Chocolate.” “Chocolate? That’s it?” “Yeah? I’m also going to offer one of my world famous-” “foot massages? So candy and a foot rub?” “Yeah she loves candy and who doesn’t like their feet rubbed?” “Let’s just get over there and help her feel better…stop eating the fucking candy you asshole.” “Relax Stevie…I packed extra for us.” “Smart thinking…”

“What do you need from us?” “Yeah do you need? Maybe some cuddles?” “Want Eddie to read to you in those stupid voices he does?” “Stupid? You said you loved my hobbit voices…” “focus Munson…now what’s wrong?” “I’m just…having a bad day.” “Well scoot over princess…a bad day calls for some trashy television and some cuddles.” “Can I get some popcorn to go with these cuddles and trashy tv?” “Of course…you heard her Steve go make us some popcorn.” “You’re so annoying…but fine…I’m not gonna be stuck being the little spoon again am I?” “If you hurry I’ll let you be the big spoon…”

“So…what color goes best with my hair? I’m thinking green.” “Green? Why would green go good with your hair Munson?” “I’m not asking you Steven…I’m asking her…I trust her opinion.” “I think green is…a choice…not a bad one but also not…a good one.” “What does that even mean?” “Don’t be rude Eddie this is her beauty shop just…let her pick your nail color.” “Right…sorry so uhm…what color for my hands?” “Will you let me do black with silver glitter?” “Okay…but then what color for my toes?” “They have to match…duh.” “Don’t duh me Harrington sometimes they don’t have to match.” “They always have to match Munson don’t be dumb.” “How about green for the toes since you clearly like it.” “Okay…with or without glitter?” “Always with glitter.” “Finally…you and I agree on something Stevie!” “Stop calling me that…”

“Did she call you too?” “No I’m just here at two in the morning because I wanted to see how her house looked in the moonlight.” “A simple no would’ve been fine Eddie…you’re always so dramatic.” “What did she tell you on the phone?” “That she couldn’t sleep and wanted to have a wine and magazine party?” “She’s been watching Bridesmaids too much…she told me she couldn’t sleep and wanted lemonade….I think she’s high off her sleep meds.” “High?…off her sleep meds?” “Yeah Steve it makes you all fucked up if you take it don’t actually fall asleep…she must’ve sleep called us or something.” “So..are we going in or….not?” “Yes but just be prepared for some wacky shit to come out of her mouth okay? Just ignore it and we’ll put her to bed.” “Okay…” “Eddie! Steve! Just in time for the pool party!” “Yeah yeah..pool party…Eddie she doesn’t have a fucking pool…” “Just go with it…soooo sweetheart wanna show me the outfit you picked for the party?” “Yes yes come on let me show you it’s in my room.” “Oh wow…this bed is so…soft come feel how soft this bed is Munson.” “Soft? Let me feel!” “Yeah go ahead…soft isn’t it? Makes you wanna just…climb in it huh?…isn’t it nice Eddie?” “Yeah it’s very soft Steve…isn’t it princess?” “It’s…very…soft…soft.” “She’s repeating things…is that normal?” “Yeah look she’s-” “I’m gonna miss the party…” “that’s okay we can have it another day.” “Another day…yeah…another day.” “Sweet dreams…let’s go Steve she’s gonna sleep for a while.” “Okay…maybe we should sleep over just in case she sleep walks and tries to swim in the bathtub or something?” “If you wanna have a sleepover Stevie then just ask.” “Why am I friends with you?”

[etherealxwitch]

bestie can i get a lil blurb of over dramatic eddie coming down with the man flu

my requests are off but ily so 🖤

this isn’t proofread so mind your business if you see any mistakes

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“this is it, i’m dying,” eddie threw his head back against the pillows, whining as he sniffled. “i can see the light!” he reaches his hand out, like he was pulling himself to it.

“oh my god,” you sit down beside him, a hot, homemade bowl of soup in your hands. “it’s not even that bad.”

“not that bad?!” he sits up, looking at you with the post pathetic, but cute puppy dog eyes.

eddie was sick, has come down with a minor cold after chasing a raccoon in the pouring rain two nights ago. now, he says he can’t go on anymore, that death is calling.

“i have snot running out of my nose, my throat is so sore i can barely talk, and i love to do that! I can’t take it any-”

before he could finish his whining, you shove a spoonful of the the soup into his mouth. “eat this and you’ll feel so much better, i promise.”

with a full mouth, he tries to smile. “you promise?” he grabs the spoon from your hands and shovels more into his mouth, not caring about the mess he’s making.

“well, not if you eat it that fast!” you grab the spoon back from it, “let me do it.”

eddie sits back against the pillows, groaning in pain as he does so. “thank you for taking care of me,” he wipes his runny nose with a tissue. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

[etherealxwitch]

bestie can i get a lil blurb of over dramatic eddie coming down with the man flu

my requests are off but ily so 🖤

this isn’t proofread so mind your business if you see any mistakes

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“this is it, i’m dying,” eddie threw his head back against the pillows, whining as he sniffled. “i can see the light!” he reaches his hand out, like he was pulling himself to it.

“oh my god,” you sit down beside him, a hot, homemade bowl of soup in your hands. “it’s not even that bad.”

“not that bad?!” he sits up, looking at you with the post pathetic, but cute puppy dog eyes.

eddie was sick, has come down with a minor cold after chasing a raccoon in the pouring rain two nights ago. now, he says he can’t go on anymore, that death is calling.

“i have snot running out of my nose, my throat is so sore i can barely talk, and i love to do that! I can’t take it any-”

before he could finish his whining, you shove a spoonful of the the soup into his mouth. “eat this and you’ll feel so much better, i promise.”

with a full mouth, he tries to smile. “you promise?” he grabs the spoon from your hands and shovels more into his mouth, not caring about the mess he’s making.

“well, not if you eat it that fast!” you grab the spoon back from it, “let me do it.”

eddie sits back against the pillows, groaning in pain as he does so. “thank you for taking care of me,” he wipes his runny nose with a tissue. “i love you.”

“i love you too.”

[snapnarcissisticabuserecovery]

[eddieandbird]

Eddie's way of motivating you

[yenvengerberg]

aren't you almost 30? it is weird when people over 30 watch shows aimed at teens and 20-somethings. but you even said you stopped watching it, so it's fine :).

ohmygod please don't be one of those people who thinks when you're thirty you're suddenly 'old' and can't enjoy things that give you nostalgia because 'they're for teens!'. guess what, a switch doesn't flip when you hit a certain number that means you stop enjoying things you did before. this attitude will only make yourself miserable

[renegadedoughnut]

this is hilarious

i'm in my 50s and i will do whatever i want. i will consume media for kids, for teens, for adults. i will listen to songs i like whether they were released in 1980 or 2022. i will jump in puddles and balance along walls and swing at the park. i will work hard and write complex python code and do my taxes. i will wear pink and black and glitter and well ironed slacks and cardigans and sequinned doc martens and dungarees with dinosaur print. i will eat icecream for breakfast and steamed vegetables for lunch and nap in the afternoon and watch let's play videos on youtube at night. i will peform regular maintenance on my car and pay my bills and go to the dentist and listen to music really loud when i'm driving and tell myself fairytales before i go to sleep.

please, for the love of god or yourself or the universe, don't give yourself ridiculous limits and make your life any more grey than it has to be in this world.

[taraljc]

Be like Old Loki. Build your glowing dream Asgard. Live in a bowling alley. Keep an alligator as your best friend. he got it. he understood the assignment.

[baybelletrist]

I am 52 years old and I will consume any media I want, wear whatever the fuck I want, and do what I want. All those fucking stupid articles about Things Women Over 50 (or 40, or 30) should never wear, can go die in a fire. Do what makes you happy and ignore people who are all But YOU’re tOo OOOOOLLLLD for that. No. You’re too nosy for that and you have no say over my life. If I decide my fashion dream is to wear Gothic Lolita, PVC dresses, or a fucking pikachu onesie, you can just stfu and deal.

[taraljc]

Exactly! Galaxy Rangers are forever.

[rumade]

"Shows aimed at 20 somethings and teenagers" babe that's like... 60% of media...