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Billie.....Billie bunny

You’ll Be In My Heart

Dad!Eddie and his little girl Billie having a good old soft moment

Warnings: Baby stuff for those who don’t prefer those types of fics

(I know this song wasn’t released until 1999 but I am the writer and Phil Collins is the god of music so don’t come for me)

It was late into the night in the small little trailer park. The cool night air made the windchimes make soft music as the crickets and cicadas sang their nightly songs. It was peaceful. As if nothing bad could ever happen there.

That was until 3 a.m.

Because at 3 a.m, The sound of the soft whimpers and cries of a baby disturbed the peace. Little Billie Munson was in her crib, dressed in her little Black Sabbath onesie, begging and crying to be let out. And her father, Eddie Munson, heard every bit of it.

He had agreed after you kept falling asleep at work that he would have the night shift since he was putting full time into the band and you had a proper job. It was only fair.

Eddie opened his eyes as soon as he heard the first whine, and he was on his feet immediately. He threw on a t-shirt and adjusted his boxers before slowly trudging to his little girl’s room “I’m comin’, Bunny. Daddy’s comin’…” he said sleepily, slowly opening the door as he scratched his head.

As soon as the door opened, and Billie laid eyes on her father, she was on her feet and grabbing at him over the crib railing “Daddy..!” She sobbed sleepily, the front of her onsie coated in tears.

Eddie cracked a sleepy smile as he picked up his daughter. It had only been recently that she had begun speaking, her first word being ‘doggy’ after seeing the Mayfield’s dog through their screen door. He couldn’t help but smile everytime she called out to him though. It always felt like it was her first word. “I’m here, Bunny Billie. What’s the matter, huh?”

Billie sniffled, wiping her nose on the shoulder of his shirt before pulling back “S-scared…”

Eddie’s brows furrowed in confusion as he moved a curl from his daughter's face and looked around “Oh yea? What’s got you scared? Tell Daddy so he can get rid of it.” He said, looking back at her with a grin.

She wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her onesie before answering “Dark…” she said, pointing to her nightlight that had gone out. The room was now only illuminated by the hall light. She looked around before burying her face in his neck. He let out a deep sigh. There was no way she was going back to sleep without it. He would have to go get a new one tomorrow. For the moment, however, he would have to think of something.

“You wanna sleep in the bed with me and Mama?” He asked, wiping at the tears that were left in her eyes. Billie’s eyes widened and she nodded. You had both agreed no co-sleeping, but sometimes Eddie couldn’t resist the big brown puppy dog eyes that mirrored his own. He placed his index finger on his lips to signal her to be quiet before tiptoeing to your shared bedroom.

You slept soundly, or at least they thought you were. The soft giggling from your daughter and then Eddie shushing her had woken you, but you weren’t angry. Well, you were originally, but Billie’s giggles were enough to calm you as you closed your eyes again.

Eddie situated Billie between the two of you, comfortably tucking her into his left side and smiling down at her “Think you can go to sleep now, Bunny?” He asked quietly so he wouldn’t wake you.

She shook her head and he made a silly face “What?! What else in the world could you want?”

Billie crawled upwards, laying her head on his chest “Sing.”

“Baby, Mama is sleeping I ca-“

“You heard her, Eddie. Sing.” You interrupted, smiling to yourself as you didn’t move from your comfy spot and position. Billie became excited, grinning so wide her dimples showed. No he had to sing.

Eddie ran a hand down his face before sighing and pulling the girl closer “You two are gonna kill me you know that-“

“Daddy! Siiing!” Billie demanded, not wanting any more delay.

Eddie rolled his eyes before slowly beginning to sing

“Come stop your crying

It will be alright

Just take my hand

Hold it tight”

He took Billie’s little hand and kissed it gently

“I will protect you

From all around you

I will be here

Don't you cry”

At this point, the little Munson girl’s eyes were half closed. She was tired and he knew it, so he kept going.

“For one so small

You seem so strong

My arms will hold you

Keep you safe and warm

This bond between us

Can't be broken

I will be here don't you cry”

At this point, Billie was asleep. But even then, he kept on. It was softer now, as he observed her little face. Before her, he had only ever loved you this much. He had only kept himself going for you and the boys. But now? Now he had her too. His daughter. His Bunny. His Billie. And he wouldn’t trade if for anything.

Now and forever more

'Cause you'll be in my heart

Yes, you'll be in my heart

From this day on

I...SIR

Creaming rn because I got more vampire Eddie 😝

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Kas!Eddie pack

Oh it's beautiful

More Kas! Eddie ‘cause I said so.

You've brought eddie back to life for me

“I’m a freak, too, Munson.”

Eddie Munson x reader

summary: you invite eddie and the hellfire club to your soccer game. it surprises you to see him there.

warning: hints of homophobia, reader comes out to eddie, language, fluff and smoking.

this was requested by @nothisispatric and @alinaeve lmao i’m killing two birds with one stone here so hope you guys like it! sorry if this is trash lmfao

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“I don’t give two shits and half how important this game is, Wheeler. This is the second time you’ve asked me to postpone. Not gonna happen.”

“But, Eddie, please! Lucas needs us there!”

“Not my fault he’s been taking in by the dark side.”

The cafeteria buzzed alive with conversation. Some tables talked about the latest fashion, some discussed homework and how hot the history teacher looked. But the hellfire table discussed what they always discussed, which was the campaign.

“He’s gonna be pissed if we don’t show.” Dustin whispered to Mike, gaining a nod from his friend.

Eddie was tough when it came to the campaigns, especially when it came to postponing them. It rarely ever happened.

“Well, then, maybe Sinclair isn’t one of us,” Eddie heard them anyways, raising his brows as he leaned back into his seat, seeping in annoyance at his little sheep he was raising. He took an angry munch out of his peanut butter and jelly sandwich, one that he had swiped when someone wasn’t looking. He was too lazy to get up and prepare lunch for himself. Wayne always offered to get him something, but he assured his uncle that he would be fine, even though he always regretted it.

It disappointed him that Lucas was slipping away into the grasp of Jason Carver. The snake of Hawkins, despite what society thought. And in a way, it hurt his feelings, because he took him in without question, never brought up any of the reasons why people made fun of him, or the rest of the kids. But, Eddie didn’t like to show his feelings. And when he did, it was usually in displays of dramatics. He didn’t know how to truly process and act out his feelings. Compliments of mommy and daddy issues.

“Hey, guys!”

Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, including everyone else’s, and he turned his head to see you standing there. “Well, well, well,” He smirked, sitting up. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Ms. L/n?”

You stood right beside him, hair fixed in double braids to keep out of your face, your usual hairstyle. You wore shorts and a tight fitted hawkins t-shirt, your white tennis shoes to go with it.

“Well, I was wondering if you guys would like to come to my soccer game tonight?” You smiled, looking at everyone. “I know that’s not typically your scene, but it’s for a good cause! We’re having a bake sale to help with natural disaster refugees, so if you guys come it would be a big help.”

He rested his chin against his fingers, listening to you talk. You had gained a few stares being seen with the hellfire club, but you didn’t care. You never cared. You were different, and that’s why Eddie liked you. When he was younger, he always thought it was because you wanted something. Maybe free drugs or just a hookup, he didn’t know. But it simply wasn’t the case.

You were one of the most athletic girls in school. You hung out with the popular kids and the cheerleaders. Your best friend was Chrissy Cunningham. You came from wealthy parents and had money left and right. It would only be stereotypical for you to be an asshole, right? But you weren’t.

In fact, you were one of the sweetest people he’d ever met, and mostly everyone there would have only agreed. It was just in your nature. You weren’t a snob, and only ever radiated kindness. You too had never hung out before, but he considered you to be a friend of his, and maybe he even had a little bit of a crush on you, but he always diminished it, just because of your status. He didn’t want to ruin your reputation just because he thought you were pretty.

“Bake sale, huh?” He wiggled his brows. “You doing the baking?”

“Some!” You nodded with a smile, making him deepen his grin. “I’m bringing cookies and brownies, and I know Chrissy is bringing stuff, too. If you can’t make it that’s okay, just wanted to extend the offer.”

You were the only person that extended offers to their little group, and everyone appreciated you for it. “We have hellfire tonight.” Mike groaned, gaining a sharp glare from his dungeon master.

“Oh,” You narrowed your eyes. “That- that game you guys play, right? Oh, well that’s okay! Hope you guys have fun! See ya, Eddie!”

He muttered a bye as he flushed at the hand you patted his shoulder with, turning to watch you walk away. Any other time, he’d never even think about going to a community bake sale for the hawkins soccer team, but since you asked him, he almost felt bad at the idea of not showing. He respected you a lot. You never called him a freak, never made fun of him or bullied him for the clothes he wore. You never made fun of the kids, either, and that, he respected even more. He felt like he owed it to you, in a way. A thank you, for being so kind to him.

“Go to Sinclair’s game.” He kicked back his chair, popping a pretzel in his mouth.

“What?” Dustin asked.

“Go to his game.” He enunciated with his fingers. “Hellfires canceled. I got a bake sale to go to.”

•

He’d never felt more uncomfortable in his life. He closed the door to his van with a slam, adjusting his jean jacket as he reached for a cigarette. It wasn’t allowed to smoke on school grounds, but when did he give a shit? He inhaled the smoke as a way to settle his nerves, and he scanned the busy parking lot to the school, his eyes spotting the soccer field. Gareth had offered to go with him for morel support, but he preferred to go by himself so he could sulk in the shadows.

He didn’t have much money on him to actually buy a lot, but he had some, and he wanted to support the cause. It was nice. He looked up to the sky when he felt a raindrop, squinting his eyes as the crowd buzzed and cheered. The game had just started, and he smirked when he seen your bouncing braids, cheeks red and flushed as you kicked the ball with fierce.

He shamelessly blew smoke in everyone’s eyes, ignoring the stares he got and gave them the finger. He eventually wound up at the tables with the baked goods on them, and he tried to remember what you said you were bringing. Brownies and Cookies? He fished out his wallet and pulled out some ones, picking out a few things his eyes kept darting back up to you.

You were a good cook, he had noted after taking a wide bite of your brownie, settling himself down by the bleachers. He didn’t sit, only leaned against them as he watched you play. He didn’t know shit about the game, but he found himself entertained by it. He knew it was only because of you.

Almost an hour later, the sky had darkened and began to sprinkle. His eyes squinted in the rain and he straightened himself, ignoring the pathetic cries that the girls screamed. It was just water. The game continued until lightening striked, and the coach blew his whistle sharply, bringing the game to a close. Everyone scattered about to rush into their vehicles, and he lowered himself under the bleachers to a avoid the run. Luckily, most of everything had sold, and what was left the teachers grabbed to rushed inside.

His eyes found you as you scurried off the field, and he tucked away a hair behind his ear, wanting to talk to you. Hurriedly, he pushed himself out of the bleachers, jogging over to you. “Hey, L/n!” He called over the thunder, causing you to hault.

“Eddie?” You shouted, clothes soaking. “What are you doing?”

“Need a ride?” He cupped his hands over his mouth, pointing over to his van.

Chrissy would be with Jason, you figured. And all of your other friends, well you didn’t even care much for them. “Why the hell not!”

•

“I appreciate you coming. Hopefully it wasn’t too bad for you.” You chuckled, adjusting your wet body uncomfortably in his seat.

“When have I not been known to support our little town?” He smirked, casting you a sideways glance. “And hey, it was worth it. You’re a good cook.”

“You think so? I honestly wasn’t sure about bringing anything.” You cringed awkwardly.

“Nah, you did good.” He rested his hand on your seat, eyes squinting in the rain as he pulled out of the school parking lot. “So tell me, which way to the castle?”

Headlights shone against the windshield, the sound of rain slamming against the metal roof of the van. “You know where maple is?”

“Yep.”

“The house is 516, the blue one with the big windows. Gee’ I probably shouldn’t be telling you this, huh? You’re not gonna sneak in and try and kill me, are you?” You teased, leaning your head against the seat.

“Not now, no,” He shook his head with a grin. “I mean, now it would just be awkward.”

You both laughed and were filled with a comfortable silence. The rain being the only thing that could be heard. Your house was across town, so it was a little bit of a drive.

“You played good tonight.” He broke the silence, glancing over at you. Your hair was sticking to your face, your cheeks red from being tired. You looked cute.

“Thanks. I try. I’m glad you could come. You never really show yourself at the games.” You leaned your head against the window to watch him, fighting off a yawn. You always liked Eddie, and never understood why everyone hated him so much. He was the same as everyone else, in one way or another. You always respected him. That was how it should be.

“Well, it’s not really my scene.” He pulled out another cigarette, switching his hand with the wheel as he grabbed his lighter.

“It could be.” You offered, reaching over to steady the wheel while he performed his task.

“And what get tomatoes tossed at me?” He took in a puff, exhaling the smoke. “I’m good, L/n.”

You smiled melancholy. “Can I have a puff?”

His brows raised. “Can you- seriously? You smoke?” he exclaimed, looking back between you and the road.

“What’s so surprising about that?” You challenged, kicking your feet up on the dash.

He blushed at your confidence. “Well, cuz’ you’re- ya know, a popular kid.”

“Popular kids can’t smoke?”

You laughed at his stuttering and awkwardness, and he scoffed, shaking his head. “Nevermind. Go for it.” He handed you the cigarette, watching as you took a drag.

“How come we never hangout?” You asked, relaxing the cigarette between your fingers.

Your question took him off guard, and he gave you an odd look. “And ruin your reputation?”

“You know I don’t care about that stuff.” You passed him the cigarette. He did know that.

“Well, I don’t know.” He shrugged uncomfortably. “Just never do, I guess.”

You sighed to yourself, feeling comfortable in his presence. You always did, more so than the people you call friends. It was all an act, and when you were with him, you felt like you didn’t have to act. “We should change that.” You suggested casually. “I mean, you like me, don’t you?”

He coughed on his smoke at the question, and you kept in your laugh to save him some embarrassment. “Oh- uh..well, yeah. You’re pretty cool considering your social status, L/n. It’s pretty impressive.”

You closed your eyes as you puffed out air from your nostrils. “Yeah, I’m real great.”

You were such a mystery to him. How did you not fear him like everyone else did? How did you not cringe when you saw him? He always doubted himself around people, a trait he’d gotten from the constant years of bullying, but he never did around you. “Why aren’t you like the others?” He stopped at a stoplight, watching as traffic went by. “You’ve never treated me like everyone else does. Why?”

You opened your eyes at his words, a sinking in your heart that made you feel sad. “Because you’re not what they call you, Eddie. You’re the exact opposite. Just because you like a game and rock music doesn’t mean that you’re..it doesn’t mean that you’re any different from anyone else.”

You had a tone with the way you spoke and he noticed, licking his lips as he focused on the road and to you. He gave a slow nod, not knowing what else to do. “Well…if you really mean it, I suppose you could always come to Hellfire night.”

“You mean it?” Your eyes widened happily.

“Sure,” He breathed with a small smile. “The kids might be a little awkward around you, but they’ll loosen up. They’ve always liked you. You’ve never picked on them like everyone else in that damn school does.”

You sighed sadly at his words, your eyes focusing on your little blue house on the corner. You unbuckled your seatbelt as he pulled into the drive, as close as he could do to the door, as it was still raining. “Here you go. Hopefully riding with the freak wasn’t so terrible,” He smirked playfully, putting the van in park.

You smiled back and scooted closer to him, and he stilled when you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Oh…uh, okay.” He stuttered awkwardly, patting your back with his ring clad palm.

“Thank you for today.” You breathed into his shoulder, feeling comfortable in his presence. “If you still want me to come to hellfire, I will.” You pulled away, tucking a baby hair away from your face.

“Yeah!” He nodded quickly, face blushing red. “Yeah, you’re uh- you’re cool. You’d be more than welcome there. Definitely.”

Maybe it was a mistake, maybe you’d curse yourself later down the line, but you didn’t think so. Eddie made you feel like yourself. He made you feel good about being you, not ashamed like everyone else. “Well, then there’s something you should know,” You grabbed your sopping wet bag, pushing it over your shoulder.

“And that is?”

You never felt so confident, and it encouraged you forward. “I’m a freak, too, Munson.”

He snickered, turning more toward you. “Oh, really? You? A freak? How so?”

You knew he had always had a little bit of a crush on you, so you hoped that his heart wouldn’t be too broken. You leaned over to grab his hand, opening up the van door with your other. “I like girls.”

His eyes had widened at the statement, mouth opening and closing in shock from your words. You watched nervously for his reaction, but he only swallowed roughly and nodded. “Well, there you go.” He tried to shake off the disappointment he felt, giving a noisy puff of air.

“You still want me at Hellfire?” You said tentatively.

“What? Oh, yeah, yeah!” He assured you. “Yeah, no, I uh- that doesn’t bother me. Promise, it doesn’t.”

You smiled. You knew it wouldn’t.

“I gotta admit though,” He pushed a hand through his curls. “I’m a little disappointed. I thought maybe we had something going on.” He chuckled in embarrassment, causing you to do the same.

“I’m sorry. But if it makes you feel any better, I could set you up with my cousin. She’s coming in from new york next weekend.”

“She hot?” His ears perked up.

“I mean, she’s my cousin, but sure.” You both laughed and he nodded. “Alright then. This could work. You can be like my..my wingman!”

“Sure.” You beamed, a happy weight leaving your shoulders. “So I guess I’ll see you at school?”

“You got it.” He watched as you left the van, closing the door and sprinting off to the porch. He waved at you as you did the same, entering your house until he could no longer see you.

He sighed loudly, thinking of the potentially hot cousin he was going to be having sex with. “Yeah, this could work.”

Okay hear me out but what if Eddie Munson became best friends with a masc presenting lesbian who was singled out by the town after asking out the wrong girl