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hi! reader doesn’t like kids at all, but somehow eddie’s child is just different and the cutest sweetest child who warms their heart
✶ ┄ MAYDAY ! [ the beginning ]
summary: when steve harrington brings you as a plus-one to a munson birthday party, he forgets to tell you it's for eddie's four-year-old, maeve. (1.8k)
pairing: dad!eddie munson / f!reader
tags: strangers to lovers (eventually), slow burn, mutual pining, idiots in love, meet ugly-ish, fluff, girl dad eddie munson™, r is not used to being around kids (and it shows), baby blurb turned spin-off universe <3
When Steve Harrington invites you to a birthday party, he fails to mention it’s for a four-year-old.
The tiny trailer is decked out in decoration. A fusion of black and rainbow, of bats and unicorns, of vampires and Tickle Me Elmo — like no one could land on a singular theme.
Steve guides you into the home with a golden hand on the small of your back, his other clutching a sparkly black bag with Count von Count’s face on it. You stop very suddenly in your tracks. Happy 4th Birthday, Maeve! reads a handpainted sign draped beneath the ceiling.
You become very hyperaware of the whiskey bottle in your right hand, something you figured would be the most sufficient thing to gift someone you’d never met before. You just hadn’t expected the stranger to be a child.
“What the fuck, Steve?” you bite under your breath, glaring at the boy beside you. “I thought you said this was your friend’s birthday party?”
“Maeve is my friend,” he answers with a stupid shrug. “Though, to be fair, I did say it was my friend’s kid’s birthday party.”
He most definitely hadn’t.
“What the hell— I brought booze!”
“That’s okay,” assures a wild-haired boy with a pretty pink grin as he walks up to the two of you. The friend in question.
Eddie Munson wears a silver ring on each finger and a thick leather jacket despite the warming spring season. His laughter sounds like sunshine. His smile is bright enough to give you a goddamn sunburn.
“Maeve’s been getting presents all day— It’s about time someone got somethin’ for me,” he jokes.
You grimace while the two boys laugh. “Sorry…” you murmur as you pass him the bottle, shrinking inside yourself in an attempt to hide from the moment. I’m never letting Steve convince me to leave the house again, you think to yourself.
Eddie shrugs. “Don’t worry about it. Seriously. I’ll go stick this in the kitchen— Make yourself at home.”
Your racing heart quells only slightly. He must be more of a good guy than Steve made him out to be, if he’s willing to keep you around after you brought booze to his daughter’s party. Though, you’ll contend that you were only half at fault for this.
Steve bites back a chuckle as he walks you to the back door, standing with you on the little wooden deck lined with sparkly streamers. There’s a picnic table off in the distance, covered in a bat-patterned cloth and set with Sesame Street-themed utensils. A small crowd of teenagers gather around it, and a couple of their parents, you figure.
The spring breeze only half soothes your burning skin.
“See?” he lilts, trying not to laugh and failing. “He likes you already—”
You swat his chest with a less than kind hand.
“Ow!”
“I’m gonna fucking kill you, Harrington, I swear to—”
“What’s your favorite animal?” a tiny voice asks from behind you, a smidge too loud and confusing their R’s with W’s.
You look over your shoulder, face flooded with horror. A kid with wild chocolate hair stands at less than half your height, wearing the tiniest Ozzy Osbourne shirt you’ve ever seen beneath a rainbow tutu. You don’t know what to say, so you just blink at it for a moment — at her.
“Hey, Maeve,” Steve greets with a curt wave.
The girl beams, missing her very front tooth. “Hi, Uncle Steve!”
“Wha— Huh?” you stammer mindlessly. ‘Cause you’re not exactly the best at talking to people your own age, let alone to children. They’re too honest. And too loud. And beyond still feeling like a kid yourself most days, you don’t have anything in common with them.
“What’s your favorite animal?” Maeve repeats in the same inflection, smiling until a dimple appears in her freckled cheek. “Mine’s a Hefflelump.”
“Hef… Hefflelump?” you echo quietly, only vaguely registering Steve’s laughter as he disappears through the screeching screen door, leaving you all alone. You’re definitely killing him for this.
“Yeah… From Winne the Pooh!” she says like it’s obvious.
“Oh… Okay…”
“What’s yours?”
You stumble over your words to find an answer. “Um… Uh… I don’t— I don’t know…”
“Everyone has a favorite animal,” she scoffs like some kinda critic with a speech impediment. She tilts her chin to her chest and peers up at you with a pair of doe eyes, so brown they’re almost black. You shift your weight on your feet, visibly uncomfortable beneath her unwavering stare.
“Maybe like a… A blobfish, or something?” you shrug.
Her tiny face screws in disgust. “Gross,” she spits.
You flinch. “What? Why is that gross?” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest, more defensive than you’d like to admit.
“They’re so ugly,” Maeve giggles.
“Why?” you squint. “‘Cause they look differently than we do?”
“No!” she laughs, loud and golden, just like her father. “’S ‘cause they’re so slimy.”
“Well— You— You’re slimy,” you stammer.
The wild-haired girl grins with all her baby teeth (well, besides the front one, anyway). “You’re slimy!” she echoes with a mischievous twinkle in her chocolate eyes.
The screen door squeals open again, the rusted hinges screeching in protest. “Who’s slimy?” a male voice questions from behind you, a smile audible in his voice.
“You are!” you and Maeve chorus at the same time.
You whip your head around a second too late. Your heart drops to your ass when you find Eddie lingering in the doorway behind you. You stumble over your words while Maeve giggles. “Sorry! I thought— I thought you were Steve! I’m so sorry!”
A chuckle sputters from Eddie’s mouth. He’s nearly as grieved by it all as you are. “He just left,” he tells you with a lopsided smile, cocking his thumb over his shoulder. “I think he’s helping Wayne out front. They’re putting together Maeve’s d-o-l-l-h-o-u-s-e.”
His eyes flit upward as he tries hard to spell the word correctly. Upon your confused look, he says, “I can’t say it, or she’ll know what I’m talking about.”
“Right,” you nod.
Eddie crouches and holds his arms out for his daughter. Maeve’s tiny feet patter against the wooden deck as she rushes to him. He huffs at the weight of her — heavier than he remembers and getting bigger every day (which is weird ‘cause she was a newborn, like, a week ago). He grunts when he picks her up, propping her weight on his side.
“What were the two of you talkin’ about, then?”
“Blobfish!” she shouts with a beam.
Eddie breathes out a faint chuckle and turns to you. “She’s forcin’ you to pick a favorite animal, huh?” he wonders, then laughs a bit louder when you nod. “Yeah, she’s been doing that all day. It’s her new thing,” he says, nuzzling the tip of his nose into her curls.
Realization seems to him then, and his brows furrow when he looks at you. His face, all twisted in confusion, is an exact replica of Maeve’s.
“Wait— Your favorite animal is a blobfish?”
“That’s what I said!” the girl laughs.
You shift your weight on your feet and cross your arms over your chest. “I’m… feeling very judged in this moment…” you murmur under your breath, only half joking.
“I think that’s the most creative answer we’ve had yet, huh, Mae?” Eddie chuckles.
You scoff. “Well, I think Hefflelump’s pretty creative considering—”
The boy clears his throat, seeming to sense the rest of your sentence. His eyes widen in a lighthearted glare before he nods to the girl on his hip. Only then do you realize the words sitting on the tip of your tongue. You swallow them down immediately.
“Right…” you nod instead. “Nevermind…”
“Here—” Eddie huffs as he sets the girl down again. “—Go find Aunt Robin, alright? She’s probably decorating your cake as we speak.”
Maeve rushes off at the word cake, tottering on lanky, ungraceful legs. The two of you watch her go and linger in an awkward silence. Neither of you is quite sure how to make conversation without her there. You decide to start with an apology.
“I’m, uh, I’m sorry, by the way. Again,” you laugh awkwardly at yourself, scratching at the back of your neck. “I’m not… I’m not really… great with kids. If you couldn’t already tell.”
Eddie grins, pink and lopsided and pretty. You don’t feel deserving of the warmth swimming in his button eyes, glimmering beneath an early setting sun. “It’s okay. Seriously. You should’ve seen Robin and Steve the first time they met her— they were hopeless. And now they’re… Sort of alright, I guess.”
You force a faint chuckle. “Yeah, I’m— I’m just not used to being around them, I guess. I don’t even think I’ve talked to a kid her age since, like, elementary school.”
“I was the same way. ’Til I had Maeve and all…”
“Well, I couldn’t tell,” you assure him with a wavering smile. “You’re, like, a total pro. You’re great with her.”
He ducks his head to hide his blushing cheeks. The apples of them speckle warm and pink beneath the weight of your compliment.
“Well… thank you,” he says, deflecting from your praise with that stupid, posh, D&D accent he always uses when he gets nervous. You don’t notice him grimacing at himself because you’re still stewing in your own embarrassment.
“And sorry for the booze, too. I seriously didn’t mean to bring— I mean, Steve didn’t even tell me that—”
“Stop apologizing,” Eddie chuckles warmly. “That part’s not your fault, alright? I don’t know if you know this or not, but your boyfriend’s a total idiot.”
Your face screws up. “Oh, he’s not— Steve’s not my boyfriend.”
The boy’s smile ebbs. “No?”
“No. No way!” you laugh before you mean to. “I’m pretty sure I’m just, like, his replacement best friend since Robin started dating Vickie.”
Wide-eyed and distantly relieved, Eddie stammers like a teenage boy. “Oh. Right. That’s… That’s cool. Yeah.”
“Yeah…” you echo.
“Well, uh— I’m gonna see if Wayne wants any help,” he blurts despite knowing he’s been barred from doing handy work since he nearly drove a nail through his own finger. He just needs a way out, lest he keep stumbling over himself and lose all of his cool points with you.
He saunters backward through the opened door and nearly trips over the frame.
You bite back a laugh. He forces a wavering smile.
“But, um, I was thinkin’ about cracking open that bottle you brought. You know, after Maeve’s in bed and everything. If you— If you wanna hang around that long…”
The silence makes him as nervous as a teenage boy, all writhing and uncomfy in his skin. You nod in agreement, and his sparkling chest swells all over again. “Yeah,” you reply, lip quirked in a poorly hidden smile. “Sure. I’d— I’d like that…”
He smiles, all proud of himself. “Good. That’s… That’s good,” he stutters, then swallows hard and scurries off before you change your mind.
Before he shuts the squealing screen door behind him, you hear Robin’s voice exclaim loudly from the kitchen. “What the hell’s a blobfish?!”
if u have any other ideas for hijinks these two idiots (and maeve) can get into, feel free to leave 'em here! (ꈍᴗꈍ)
#published by bug#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#eddie munson#stranger things x reader#stranger things imagine#stranger things fanfic#stranger things fic#stranger things fanfiction#eddie munson imagine#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson fic#st drabbles#eddie spaghetti drabble#eddie and maeve
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i’m sure i’ve said this before but punk clothes *should not* be expensive. if you are buying expensive “punk” clothes for the aesthetic, you aren’t punk. the point of punk was and is to reject commercialism and the exploitation of youth by corporations and governments. you know why leather jackets are a staple of punk fashion? bc leather jackets were abundant in thrift stores after greaser culture ended in the late 60s or so. black hair dye was cheapest at the time, so a lot of punks had black hair. the patches? meant to be diy. expensive “punk” style clothes go against punk culture on a fundamental level.
my current battle jacket is from a plus size consignment store, and i *only* bought it from there because it was the first jacket across multiple stores that was in my size. when my favourite the clash t-shirt didn’t fit me anymore, i cut out the logo and made it a patch to put on a shirt that did fit me. most of the patches on my jacket and backpack are handpainted or embroidered by me.
the only reason punk clothes should be at all mildly expensive is if you’re buying from a small business. the patches and pins i dont make myself i buy from small businesses off etsy. even then there are shops like retirementfund that do $1 screenprinted patches. VoodooLuxe and LovelyAlternative both have handmade riot grrrl pins for $1.50 each. this isn’t sponsored or whatever, i’m just saying that there are so many better places to find punk clothes and accessories.
punk isn’t just an aesthetic. punk culture is diy for a reason.
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New in the shop!
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Etsy listing available in my shop
Check out this item in my Etsy shop https://www.etsy.com/ie/listing/976573660/geisha-hand-painted-faux-leather-biker
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Three's Patch Clothing Masterpost!
Inspired by @genderfluid-and-confuzled 's own masterpost of his jackets, this is all three of my projects I have been actively adding to over the past year and a half!
The jacket that started it all for me, DisA. I started work on DisA all the way back in January 2022 [See my one year post for progress photos.] and she's been my main jacket for a lot of that time. If it's cold enough to wear a denim jacket, I'll be wearing DisA a lot of that time. Very full of pins and patches from that year of collecting, including a bunch of pins I found on the ground or was gifted.
I recently reorganized all the pins, so it may not perfectly line up with past photos, but this is photos I took following that so it's quite accurate at this moment.
My favourite piece is probably my handpainted art of Enne's House from VOIDWORLD, a comic by fellow tumblr users @wizard0rb and @musicsmithy . Appreciate you guys!
With my jacket covered, I have to go on to my Pink vest! I recently did the back's artwork in preparation for the pride parade this year, and I posted these pics here already as a precursor to this masterpost because I'm finally happy with it, however most patches were added a while ago. The vest is really nice for this summer, because it's really damn hot out lately.
The back of the vest has patch from the now closed shop run by Lauren of Stick and Poke, a fantastic Canadian Folk Punk band. That patch is probably the most treasured part of this vest to me, but it also has the pin set for Chloe and Max from life is strange on the pockets. Really had to take good care of those so they don't get too worn or damaged because they stopped selling those as well.
Finally, my pants! they got ripped, so I decided to put patches on them. These are still quite blank because I haven't found much I want to put on them, but I encourage any friend who's physically around me when I have them to draw or write on them, because I have done that a bit and want more people to do that too.
Most notable thing about these is that the big tan patch on the front is an extra pocket as well.
Those are my three patch projects! I love them all very much as you can probably tell. I also have a history of working on other people's jackets and such, it's somewhat my thing, but I don't have super great photos of some of that. @tacocat7997 's jacket was a lot of my handiwork, so if he takes photos and adds them in a reblog, I'll reblog the addition. Also worked on another friend's very recently, but it's still a work in progress, and I'm handing it back to them soon.
Also, because it was only to mend it, I left out my leather trenchcoat. I added a crow patch to that shoulder after it was ripped open against a brick wall because of some Nazi assholes chasing me. Fucking high school. Adios you wretched place.
#punk jacket#patch jacket#patch vest#patch pants#battle jacket#crust jacket#street punk#punk fashion#my jacket#masterpost#punk rock
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Happy STS! In a museum dedicated to your characters, what would be the main artifacts? Like a distinct piece of clothing, a favorite toy, a family heirloom...
happy STS!
oooh this is fun! lets do this for claws since i still have that wip on the brain…
For Vivien there would be:
his brothers old jacket: leather, too big, most of the patches ripped off except a handpainted spider one on the shoulder.
empty vials of testosterone, some of them smashed
his journal, full of printed out photos of Rainier
a pair of beaten-up Docs, held together with duct tape
a small pile of razor blades, and a first-aid kit
dozens of empty packets of hair bleach
For Rainier such delights as:
i don’t know if you can taxidermy a tarantula, but either that or a replica of Bitsy, his beloved pet
the custom number plate from his car (MRTM)
one of Alice Vox’s business cards
a first-edition copy of his book (which i still…need to title…oops)
and because this is claws, there'd also be a little pedestal right up front with a glass case holding a vial of blood from each of them <3
claws taglist: @belovedviolence @foxboyclit @coven-archives @mjjune @revenantlore @sarandipitywrites @noblebs @k--havok @asterhaze @verba-writing (ask to be +/-)
#sts#storyteller saturday#writeblr#im finally getting through some of my inbox TT_TT#wip: claws#c: vivien webb#c: rainier mortem#actually this question is a really good little character building exercise#ty for the ask!
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⚫️ Hand Painted Polka Dot Leather Jacket. #LeatherJacket #PolkaDot #WhiteLeatherJacket #HandPainted @beingaugust (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CqbNY49PgeV/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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DeTaiLz ⚡️⚡️⚡️ Some of the leather jackets we painted with @totemarte. And + items. Now available online. 🕸 WE SHIP WORLDWIDE 🕸 therapy-berlin.com ⚡️Jackets: Acrylic paint. Metal details. Pins. Jackets are salvaged dead stock / vintage. Repaired, reworked. Many thanks to @paschmannalexandra for this items. 📣📣FIND THEM ONLINE WITH ALL DETAILS ABD MEASUREMENTS OR COME TRY IN OUR OPEN SHOWROOM DAYS | FRIDAYS AND SATURDAYS 📣📣 Credits Models are @kidney._ @cindiepopper Studio @allmostudio Photo + styling @poli_aguirre @slave_2_words Assistant @sofietche_ #collaboration #therapy #totem #totemarte #totemperez #art #artfashion #upcycling #reuse #salvaged #handpainted #upcycled #upcycler #berlin #fashion #vintagefashion #textileart #smallbusiness #shoplocal #localshop #reworkedvintage #marilinabertoldi #rock #musician (hier: Berlin, Germany) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck5oD1ytota/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Slayer's REIGN IN BLOOD hand painted on a jacket.
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#myart#slayer#reign in blood#handpainted leather jacket#handpaint#hand painted#handmade#thrash metal#metal#DIY#leather#ink#metal artwork
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Vintage Jo-O-Kay Leather Fringe Jacket * Mens medium * heavy as heck * $40.00 * some ding-dong decided to paint one cuff beige 🙄…so I handpainted a thunderbird on it * prices reflects that * still a gorgeous piece * not a single tassel is missing * 🧥🧥🧥🧥🧥 Comment “mine” to make it yours * wanna saddle up later?bidding is available for 24hrs 🐴🐴🐴🐴. #vintagejacket #leatherfringe #1970 #vintagestyle #tassles #wildcatvintagetbay #thunderbay #tbay #iwanttobeacowboybaby (at Thunder Bay, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cfr-wLjvF9c/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Malowanie ubrań na Warsztatach Artystycznych z @custombymj 🎨🎨🎨 Jeden dzień i poznasz podstawy stosowania farb akrylowych oraz dodatków niezbędnych przy customizacji odzieży (malowanie na skórach i jeansie) 👌👌👌 TARRAGO SNEAKERS PAINT i baw się dobrze 🤩🤩🤩 #multirenowacja #multirenowacjapl #tarrago #custom #personalizacja #handpainted #recznierobione #reczniemalowane #rekodzielo #ręcznierobione #ręczniemalowane #rękodzieło #kobieta #warsztaty #farby #art #farbydotkanin #drawing #warsztatyartystyczne #artwork #handpainted #custommade #custompaint #customclothing #customjacket #jacket #leather #fashion #moda #streetwear #warsztatydlakobiet 📸 @arianafotografia 🌸 @mistrzostwo.kwiata 🏠 @sztuka_na_miejscu https://www.instagram.com/p/CdAU7H8s929/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Get ready for the Spooky Season with some handmade brooch 🖤🌙✨
✶ I just added a bunch of halloween edition stuff on my shop || 👉🏻 shop now 🧡🎃🧡
•patches and brooches are made to order expressly for you ♡ each one a unique piece different from all the other *halloween edition items will be available only till Oct 31 💀✨
#brooches#wooden brooch#handmade#handpainted#made with love#halloween#spooky season#spooky#outfit#leather jacket#lOll3#lOll3SHOP#shop small#small business#ouija#witchy
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Beginning to paint a new Alice Cooper leather jacket
#handpainted#painted jacket#hardrock jacket#alice cooper#alice cooper jacket#metal music#hard rock#leather jackets
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Be yourself... (Designed by me) #Cnoevilworldwide . . . . . . . #fashion #store #tees #jackets #leather #shoes #bags #accessories #handpainted #streetwear #urbanfashion #insta #instafashion #instapic #instagram #clothes #savannah #georgia #pants #fabricpaint #2019 #atlanta #houseoffreshatl #love #abstractart #art #custom #oneofone (at Savannah, Georgia) https://www.instagram.com/p/ByVQ2nGHR83/?igshid=bihf1tyhj8se
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