stranger things? no that’s the eddie munson show

hey! i’m joy, early 20s, lesbian, massive eddie munson enjoyer who likes to see him in a pit of despair. no minors please!!

incurable monoshipper obsessed with steddie, ronance, and lumax. also have the occasional byler or will x dustin moment. sometimes i get obsessed with a crackship for a couple days and everyone is forced to witness it

sometimes I write blurbs! they’re always free to a good home if the ideas reasonate with anyone and you want to expand on them! most should be under #steddie fic

genfic enjoyer—i’ve got tags for that! the most used ones are #eddie and max, #steve and dustin, #eddie and dustin, #steddie dads (yes i have major favorite character bias for max and dustin)

am i a d1 billy hater? absolutely. do i think making him steve’s shitty ex is an amazing whump tool? also yes. tag is #this fucking guy again for filtering

I write stuff but it’s mostly crack—wearfinethingsalltoowell on ao3. Also I have fic tags where I yap/give bonus content! Right now there’s #fic: turn back the clock, #fic: nothing like being in love and fic: not enough rain in indiana to wash the sins out of that house

Steve: No.

Eddie: Loser.

Steve:... you're not invited to Stella's tea party anymore

Eddie, gasping: HOW DARE YOU

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10 minutes later

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Eddie, as he and Steve make mini sandwiches for Stella: when did we give up parties with drugs and drinking for, Muppets and tutus?

Steve: we got our hearts and schedules stolen by someone who can't even say Tuesday.

Steve: I saw you.

“Why do you need that now, I’m here?”

and then there’s the soft patter of tiny feet.

Steve doesn’t even look up. “Hey, bug.”

Stella toddles into the room in her little sunflower onesie, hair all sleep-mussed, clutching one of her stuffed toys by the arm.

She pauses.

Head tilts.

The opening riff of Master of Puppets kicks in.

And her entire face lights up. Tiny eyes brightening, her baby teeth peeping through her smile

Eddie buffers. “…No way.”

Stella does this tiny, wobbly bounce. Then another. Then she starts full-on toddler dancing, knees bending too much, arms doing their own thing, completely off-beat but so committed.

Steve smiles as he watches his toddler adorable attempt at dancing. “Yeah, she likes this one.”

“Likes” Eddie chokes. “She’s THREE.”

Stella spins.

Immediately loses balance.

Recovers like a champion.

Keeps going.

Eddie’s heart does something catastrophic in his chest.

She toddles closer, still dancing, grabs onto his jeans for balance, and keeps bouncing like he’s part of the routine now.

Eddie looks down at her.

Sunflower onesie.

Giggle.

Tiny fist pumping to Metallica like she’s at a concert.

He’s done for.

“Oh, that’s it,” he says softly, scooping her up without even thinking. “That’s it, you win. You win everything forever.”

Stella squeals, still trying to dance in his arms, head bopping wildly.

Steve leans against the counter, watching, smug. “Told you. Track three.”

Eddie presses a dramatic kiss to the top of Stella’s head, absolutely wrecked. “You’re perfect. Do you know that? You have impeccable taste. Way better than your dad’s.”

“Hey—”

Stella just laughs, grabs a fistful of Eddie’s hair, and keeps bouncing to the music like she’s headlining a tour.

Eddie doesn’t even complain.

He’s too busy melting into a puddle on the floor.

Steve: Scoops Ahoy freezer

Steve: DM throne

Steve: Same room as the kids

Robin:

Steve:

YEAHHHHHHH