Behind The Scenes Of Bucky Barnes

im just gonna leave these here…..

IM INTERNALLY SCREAMING 😩😩😍😍

Steve Harrington x Munson!reader

Concept from @reddir14

Summary- Reader is Eddie’s little sister, she’s dating Steve but lives with Eddie and Wayne. Reader and Steve just had a baby girl a few weeks prior to when story takes place. Reader is really struggling with new baby without Steve there to help all the time. Eddie steps up and helps his little sister with her newborn baby.

WARNINGS- reader has a breakdown, reader thinks she's a bad mother, crying Eddie being a total sweetheart

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Eddie closed the door behind his four-year-old son and ex-fiance, sighing heavily. He walked away from the door, going to lock himself in his room like he did every time his little boy left. He didn’t get to see the little mini-me often, seeing how the boys' mother moved them out of state to be closer to her family. Eddie really fought her on the matter, but she still moved them, much to his dismay. 

Y/N woke with a start, hearing the front door close, knowing right away that Ozzy (Eddie’s little boy) was gone. It made her sad, knowing she wouldn’t see the little ray of sunshine for several months. It made her even sadder knowing Ozzy wouldn’t see his only cousin, her three-week-old daughter, Cecilia, for several months. Y/N also knew that Eddie would be upset for the next few days. He rarely got to see his little boy and it made living with his younger sister and her new baby that much harder. The metalhead was still with his fiance when Ozzy was born, but they split not long after his first birthday. Eddie had found out the mother of his baby had been cheating on him for well over three years. He had even questioned if little Ozzy was his baby, but a paternity test proved him to be the father without a doubt, and especially when the boy got older, looking just like his father. He had the same brown eyes, brown, curly hair, and the same way of talking. He was undeniably his boy, Amanda, his ex-fiance could deny it all she wanted, the test results were clear, and so was Ozzy being a little mini Eddie.

Y/N was pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of a screaming infant. The young mom takes a deep breath before getting out of bed and walking to the crib that is set against the wall across from her bed. She bends down to pick up the wailing baby, cradling her to her chest, trying her best to calm the infant. Y/N slowly walked back over to her bed, gently sitting down while she took off her top, trying her best to unclasp the nursing bra she was wearing so she could feed her baby. After struggling for several minutes to get the bra off, she carefully set baby Cecila down on her bed, picking her back up quickly once she got the clasp undone. She brought the still screaming infant up to her breast, letting her latch onto her, sighing out when the crying ceased, now only listening to the soft little coos the baby made as she fed from her mother.

While Cecilia drank, a knock sounded on the front door, catching Y/N’s attention. She groaned, quicking throwing a nursing blanket over her daughter and gingerly walking out of her room to open the front door.

When she opened the door, she was met with a smiling Steve, her boyfriend, and baby daddy (Steve hates when anyone calls him the baby daddy. He doesn’t want to be known as the baby daddy, seeing as he actually takes care of his daughter and her mother, instead of running off like most baby daddies do.). Y/N smiles tiredly up at her boyfriend, letting him lean in a press a tender kiss on her lips. “Good morning baby. How was your night?” He asks when he walks into the small trailer that she and Eddie lived in. Y/N pulls Cecila out from under the blanket when she feels her release her breast from her mouth, handing the baby over to her father to be burped and held while she pumped the rest of the milk she has in her breast, into a bottle.

“It was okay. Ozzy held her for a while before he went to bed. When Eddie handed her back to me is when she started screaming and crying. She cried for almost two hours until she wore herself out and fell asleep. Then she was up every other hour all night long. I think she just wanted you, but I couldn’t just go over to your place. I just don’t think she likes me. She’s only ever calm for you or Eds.” Y/N said, tearing up just slightly when she looked at how calm her baby was while she lay in her dad's arms.

“That’s not true Y/N. She can tell when you’re stressed out and it stresses her out. I feel terrible that I can’t be here but you know that I’m working extra shifts at the store so we can get our own place, so I’m never home. I’m just not comfortable leaving you home alone in that huge house with a baby. It makes me feel better knowing Eddie is here to help you when I’m not around. I’m sorry I’m not here to help you with Cecilia. I feel terrible leaving you alone with her.” Steve says, looking generally upset he couldn’t be there to help Y/N with the baby. 

“I know you can’t be there to help, I’m just having a hard time with her is all,” Y/N says, blinking away the tears in her eyes. “How long do you have until you have to go to work?”

                         ~*~

Eddie had just gotten home from shopping, bringing in the few bags full of food when he opened the door to be met with the screams of Cecilia and the crying sounds of Y/N. He freaks out just slightly inside when he can’t see the new mother-daughter pair, throwing the bags into the kitchen before walking back to his sister's room to find the girls there.

He walks into the room to find baby Cecelia on the bed, surrounded by pillows to make sure she didn’t go anywhere, crying and screaming her head off. Y/N sat on the floor, head in her hands as she sobbed into her hands. Eddie could see her shoulders shaking from her cries. 

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Eddie asks, walking into the room carefully, not wanting to set off his overly emotional sister. Said girl is quick to shoot her head up, more tears welling in her eyes when she sees her older brother picking her daughter up, her cries stopping almost immediately.

“She hates me!” She cries, burying her head in her hands again.

“What are you talking about? Who hates you?” Eddie asks, gently sitting down on the floor next to his baby sister. He gently rocks the infant in his arms, back and forth, watching as her eyes close and she falls asleep.

“Cecilia hates me!” Y/N says, looking up at the now sleeping baby.

“What makes you say that?” Eddie asks gently, wanting to know why she would ever say that her own baby hates her.

“She just does! All she ever does when Steve or you aren’t here is cry! She’s only content and not screaming her head off when you or Steve is holding her. She hates me and I’m a terrible mother!” Y/N cries, looking up at Eddie with teary eyes.

“Cece doesn’t hate you! She loves you more than anything or anyone in this whole world. She just knows that you’re stressed and that makes her stressed. She’s fine with Steve and me because we’re not stressing or worrying when we’re holding her. She can tell when something is wrong. She doesn’t hate you Y/N/N.” Eddie says, pulling Cecila closer to his chest as he talks. “Here, I can watch her for awhile while you go and shower then sleep for a few hours. I know you’re still healing from having her. I also know you’re exhausted and need some sleep. And when you wake up, I’ll teach you a few things I learned from when Ozzy was a baby. Does that sound good to you?” Eddie asks, helping his little sister up off of the ground and gently pushing her to the bed with one hand, the other still holding up the baby. Y/N nods her head, falling onto the mattress. She covers herself up with the blanket and is quick to fall asleep. Eddie places a gentle kiss on the crown of her head before walking out of the room and out to the living room to cuddle with Cecilia.

                        ~*~

When Y/N emerges from her room several hours later, her hair still wet from her shower, her eyes land on a sweet sight. In the living room, Eddie smiled down at his niece and he bounced her up and down, talking to Steve who sat in the recliner just a few feet away from him, a smile of his own on his face.

“I didn’t realize she was struggling so much with her. I was so busy with Ozzy while he was here and then being so depressed when he left I guess I didn’t bother to check on her. But today, when I saw her crying, I knew I had to step in and be the big brother I’ve always tried to be for her. And I didn’t realize how much I miss the infant stage. I love Ozzy and all, but I wish he was still a baby sometimes. I just can’t get enough of the baby cuddles!” Eddie said to Steve. Y/N tuned out the rest of what he was saying to watch him with Cecilia. He was a natural when it came to babies, but maybe that was just because he’s been a father for several years now and knows what he’s doing…

Eddie is quick to turn around when he hears the floor creak under Y/N’s feet, smiling at the young mother. He beckons her over to him, looking back down at his niece.

“I was just telling Steve that Cece seems to really like to be bounced slightly like this. How was your nap? I see you had a shower too.” Eddie says, looking back at his sister, watching as she just nods her head. “Alright! Parenting one-o-one is officially in session. Y/N, sit down on the couch and I’m going to teach you a few things about caring for a newborn.” Eddie says as he hands a very happy Cecilia over to her mother. Y/N cautiously takes the baby from her brother, cradling her to her chest. “Just relax, don’t stress out or worry, she can tell when you’re not happy.” Eddie says, smiling as Cece looks at her mother, giving her a gummy smile. Y/N can’t help but smile back down at her daughter, relieved she wasn’t crying the second she was placed down in her arms.

Y/N gazed down at the baby in her arms as she listened to Eddie talk, smiling at the faces her daughter was making. She had never seen her so happy while she laid in her arms, only ever seeing her crying. She could get used to this.

Yeah, this shouldn’t be that hard…

hi! i don’t know if you take requests/fic suggestions (if not feel free to ignore), but i love your writing (where the heart is ruined me in the best way!!) and thought you would write this idea super well. basically i saw this instagram reel (and watched it on repeat like 10 times) where a dad tells a waiter that his daughter thinks he’s cute and i thought it could be a cute meet-cute-scenario for eddie (or steve if you write for him)! that’s pretty much it lol, i hope you’re having a good day!

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This may just be the cutest request I've ever gotten. I enjoyed writing this so so so much. I have to thank @munson-blurbs for suggesting I make the reader Hopper's daughter and adding another layer of hilarity to it for me. Fun fact, this scenario happened to my brother once. Only he was like, 11, so nothing was going to come from it and it was just purely my dad trying to embarrass him lol. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy this!

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“Hey, welcome to Breadstix. My name is Eddie and I’ll be your waiter.”

You look up from your menu and do a double take at the beautiful man standing there. He’s tall and thin, his black t-shirt showing off his tiny waist and the light jeans showcasing the length of his legs. He has brown curly hair tucked in a bun at the nape of his neck, with a few loose frizzy pieces framing his face. The tattoos that are scattered along his arms catch your attention; your eyes being particularly drawn to the colony of bats taking flight on his forearm. But it’s when you look into his eyes that you get lightheaded and forget your own name, let alone what you were going to order for dinner. 

Going out for a family dinner with your dad and sister was never something that was particularly exciting, but it just got a hell of a whole lot better. 

“The special today is the brown sugar pork chops with a sweet potato on the side.”

“Huh,” your dad hums, eyes scanning over the menu once more. “That sounds good. I’ll take the special and a coke.”

Eddie takes down the pen that’s tucked behind his ear and scribbles down on the pad in his hand. He looks at your sister next and she gives him a sweet smile.

“For you?” Eddie asks.

“I’ll have the mushroom and Swiss burger, please,” El says. “And a water.” 

He jots that down as well then turns to you. When his eyes land on you, your mouth goes dry. Eddie shoots you a smile and you swear your stomach is too full of butterflies to eat any food. 

“And what can I get for you?” Eddie asks.

A cold shower? A date? An orgasm? 

“Um, I’ll have the spaghetti and meatballs. A-And a Diet Coke,” you manage to get out.

“Ah, my favorite,” Eddie says with a wink that nearly kills you as he writes your order down. “I’ll put those right in for you.”

He walks away from the table, and you feel your body deflate, letting out a breath and finally relaxing. You drop your head down on the table to hide the smile spread across your lips.

“What’s with you?” your dad asks.

“Hmm?” You lift your head up and look at him. El is giggling in her seat next to you, clearly knowing why you’re acting strange and bubbly.

“What’s with this sudden…mood change?” Your dad waves his hand around in front of your face, gesturing to your dopey expression. 

“I know,” El snickers and you reach over to playfully shove her. Your dad leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches the two of you. He raises his eyebrows at you girls as you nudge one another back and forth with your elbows.

“Well shit, someone slipped something into your Wheaties this morning,” he says.

But your dad isn’t dumb. As chief of police, things rarely escaped his notice. He’s just waiting to see if you’ll cop to it or not.

“No, it’s just…” You trail off, shaking your head.

“It’s what?” 

A red flush comes to your face and El covers her mouth as she lets out another giggle.

“He’s so cute.”

“Who?” Hopper asks, just flat out playing dumb now. 

“The waiter!” you say in exasperation.

“Eddie.” El says his name, leaning in towards you and wiggling her eyebrows. 

“Ah,” your dad says with a laugh. “That’s your type, huh?”

“Dad!” you admonish, face becoming even redder. 

He lifts his hands in surrender as El dissolves into laughter. Before, you wouldn’t have described yourself as having a “type” but after seeing Eddie, you can’t imagine having a type that didn’t look like him. It was hard to pick out one thing that turned you on about him the most. The package of Eddie as a whole was so overwhelming that you could practically feel the sharp stab of Cupid’s arrow jammed in your back.

You spot Eddie approaching with the drinks, so you swat at El to get her to behave. She bites her lip and stares down at the scuffed wooden table in front of her, so she doesn’t lose it again.

“Here we go. Water, coke, and a Diet Coke. Your dinner should be coming out soon,” Eddie says. “Everything okay here?”

You’re praying your dad keeps his mouth shut as you smile and nod your head at Eddie. When he gives you a smile in return, El covers a laugh by pretending to cough into her hand. You’d throttle her when you got home. Hopper seems to pay Eddie no more mind than he would any other waitstaff that his oldest daughter didn’t find absolutely beautiful.

After Eddie leaves again, conversation thankfully steers away from your romantic inclinations and into the topic of ridiculous calls that came in at the station today. El also tells you about a school project that’s coming up and tells your dad she needs to get a book for her next book report at the library. It’d be easy to think that your father forgot all about your attraction to your waiter, but when Eddie comes to deliver your meals, it’s obvious he didn’t. Sometimes the universe just liked to pull the rug out from underneath you.

“Alright,” Eddie says. He’s balancing the large tray carrying your plates on one hand, muscles rippling under the skin of his arm as he holds it up. The only thing that tears your eyes away from his bicep is when he places your dish down in front of you. “Anything else I can get you guys?”

“I think we’re all set,” your dad says. Eddie nods and tucks the tray under his arm. As he goes to turn away from the table, Hopper lifts his hand and swivels towards Eddie. “Oh, one thing.”

Eddie licks his lips as he spins back towards the table, a friendly smile on his face. “What can I get you?”

“Oh no, nothing,” your dad says with a shake of his head. “It’s just that my daughter here thinks you’re very cute.” He reaches over and pats you on the back so there’s no mistaking which one of his children he’s talking about. 

“Dad!” 

El bursts out into laughter as you raise your hands to cover your face, wanting to die on the spot. The heat in your cheeks is enough to make sweat break out along your hairline, only made worse by how fast your heart is pounding. The adrenaline rush flooding your veins is real. Being a high school student, you’ve been embarrassed plenty of times before in your life, but you think this takes the cake. Having the police chief as a father also came with its own moments of teasing and joking, but this seemed extreme even for him. Somewhere deep inside, you find the courage to peek at Eddie from between your fingers. There’s a shy smile on his face as he looks at you, his own cheeks dusted in a light bit of pink. 

“Well, that’s very sweet,” Eddie finally says, resting his hand over his heart. He opens his mouth again, but nothing comes out and you realize that not only did your dad put you on the spot, but Eddie as well. “I’m flattered.”

Slowly your hands fall from your face and into your lap. Peering up at Eddie from under your eyelashes, he dips his gaze quickly before meeting yours again. The smile on his pretty mouth makes you feel as if there’s an animal jumping and banging around inside your heart, trying to break free. 

“Let me know if there’s anything else I can get for you,” Eddie says before walking away.

Part of you feels a bit disheartened. But what did you expect? Eddie to ask you on a date because your father told him you’re attracted to him? Right in the middle of his shift? God, your dad better give him a big tip on the check. 

“You’re the worst,” you mumble as you twirl some spaghetti onto your fork. But there’s a fond smile on your face as you shoot a glare at the chief.

Eddie comes by twice more while you’re eating to see if everything is okay, and both times you can barely meet his gaze. El thinks it’s all hilarious and has a grin on her face for the rest of dinner. 

Once everyone is finished and your and El’s leftovers are boxed up, Eddie comes over with the bill. You expect him to put it down on the table right in front of your father, but he walks around him to come up behind you and reaches over our shoulder to lay the check down right in front of you.

“I figured you’d be taking care of this,” he says. You can’t see him from where he’s standing behind you, but El catches sight of the smirk on his face and her expression lights up in glee. 

It’s hard to concentrate on anything with Eddie standing so close to you that you can smell the trace of cigarettes under a spicy cologne wafting over you. When he speaks, the scent of mint is added into the mix, so you assume he’s chewing a stick of gum and you’ve never been more jealous of a piece of candy in your life. 

When Eddie walks away, you have to fight the urge to reach out and grab onto him and make him stay. El moving the check in front of you snaps your attention back to the task staring you in the face. You give El’s hand a light smack so she drops the slip of paper. You’re able to snatch it up and hold it up to your face so El can’t read it from where she’s sitting. 

I hope your dad is currently unarmed since I’d like to say that I think his older daughter is very beautiful. And inquire if she might like to go on a date with me? 555-0527 xoxo - Eddie

Your wide eyes can’t believe what you’re reading. It takes a minute for it to click in your brain what you’re actually looking at. The smile spreads across your lips next, making your cheeks ache from the intensity of your grin. 

When the paper gets plucked from your fingers you whine and furrow your brow at your father. 

“What, you going to pay?” he asks as he digs for his money in his wallet. 

“No. But I was reading that,” you say.

“Well hang on, I gotta know how much to leave don’t I? You can kiss his phone number once I’m done.”

The blush flares up on your face at his words. You weren’t going to actually kiss the paper. But the fact that said paper could lead to a kiss is what’s got you so wound up. Hopper slaps some bills down on the table and hands you the precious check back. You securely fold it and clutch it in your hands, afraid to let it out of your sight for even a moment. El grabs the takeaway boxes and the three of you head towards the door. As you take one last look over your shoulder into the restaurant, you see Eddie coming out of the kitchen. His eyes lock with yours and he gives you that smile you swear could stop time. 

“Maybe I should embarrass you more often, huh?” Hopper says from behind you. 

“No!” you and El answer in unison. 

“I’ll be right back,” you say, glancing back at your family. 

“We’ll be outside,” your dad says.

“Have fun,” El adds with a smirk before she follows your dad out the door. 

Taking a deep breath to relax your system, you start to walk over towards Eddie. 

“Hey,” he says once you’re standing in front of him.

“Hi. Look, I’m sorry if you felt embarrassed or put on the spot. He can be a bit much sometimes.”

“No, no,” Eddie assures you with a shake of his head. “First thing I thought when I walked over to your table tonight was how beautiful you are. The Chief kind of did me a favor, actually.” 

“Oh. Well, I’m glad then,” you say, face glowing from his compliment. 

“I take it you got my note?” Eddie asks, reaching up to scratch the back of his head. 

“I did,” you say, still clutching it in your hands. “And I, uh, would like to go on a date with you. So, I’ll definitely call.”

“I get off work at nine,” he tells you. 

“You’ll hear from me soon after that then,” you say with a shy shrug of the shoulders. 

“I’m really looking forward to it, uh…”

He trails off and you realize it’s because he doesn’t know your name. You introduce yourself to him and extend your hand. Instead of shaking it, like you expected, he takes your hand in his and leans in to press his lips against your knuckles. You’re pretty sure you’re going to spontaneously combust. Or have an aneurysm. Or just flat out melt into a puddle on the floor. 

“I’ll talk to you tonight then,” Eddie says.

“Tonight,” you repeat, slowly backing away from him. You don’t want to go, but you know your dad will come in and say something even more embarrassing than he already did if you make him wait too long. 

“Bye, Eddie.”

“Bye, beautiful.”

Anytime Steve goes on vacation by himself, with Phil, or with his parents, he returns to a pouty Eddie that looks like a mopey cat that’s begging for attention. Teary, pathetic, but also still mind-numbing my adorable.

Whenever he’s gone, Eddie sulks around the trailer aimlessly. He drives Uncle Wayne crazy and he withdraws from the Party until Steve comes back. It drives everyone insane enough that they all notice Steve’s absence all too well.

So, the next time Steve has to go on a trip with his parents and he can’t take Eddie along, he assigns Phil to be on Eddie-duty. He tells him to entertain him, keep him out of trouble, and make sure he doesn’t get too mopey. Basically, he tells him to be a good babysitter.

If there was one thing Harringtons could do, it was be a good babysitter. On day two of Steve being away, Eddie opens the trailer door to find an unamused Officer Callahan on his stoop with a box of Kleenex, four VHS tapes, and snacks in his arms.

“Let me in so we can watch movies and complain about how much of an asshole Steve is for leaving you here. I have movies and snacks.”

And what else is Eddie to do besides let him in and do exactly that?

(When Steve comes back from his trip to Florida, it’s to find that Eddie and Phil are now best friends. He’s never been more horrified at his own actions than he is in that moment.)

he’s not even boyfriend material, HE’S HUSBAND MATERIAL

can we talk about braiding eddie’s hair bc I feel like he would melt into a puddle at someone playing with his hair. mean metal man goes from >:( to :)

of course we can because i absolutely believe eddie relishes in you playing with his hair and running your nails against his scalp, massaging gently.

it starts while he sits on your bedroom floor, sifting through your mess of records and cassettes. you are as much a music junkie as he is, making dates at the record store long and very expensive.

you make your way to the edge of your bed, legs dangling on either side of his shoulders. your hands subconsciously land on the crown of his head, fingers slotting through the wavy strands and combing down to the ends.

he hums at your touch, rolling his neck to the side and bumping your calf. you begin raking his hair back, pulling it all off of his shoulders. eddie closes his eyes and forgets about finding the perfect album to put on- just wants to feel your hands in his hair.

“can i braid it, baby?”

“hmm?” eddie’s unfocused, distracted by the way the gentle pull against his roots stirs something inside of him he’s unfamiliar with.

“your hair,” you say gently. “can i braid it?”

“yeah, yeah,” he murmurs. “anything you want, princess.”

you opt for two french braids, cascading down the sides of his head. eddie finds it soothing to have his hair played with and styled in a way he could never manage on his own. you absently hum “my love, my life” by abba (a band you’ve yet to sway eddie onto) but he pays no mind to it. he just relaxes beneath your touch, warmth spreading from his chest down to the very tips of his toes as he realizes he’s never felt more safe in his entire life.

you are indeed his love and his life.

I love Eddie Munson so much.

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How about Derek Hale seeing his gf wearing his shirt for the first time?

"So you're the clothes stealer hm?" Derek smiled against your shoulder as he pulled you into his lap. He was still in bed when he noticed his shirt missing, granted it was hard to locate any clothes in the mess his room was because of last nights activities but his nose didn't lie.

"Guilty." You cupped his cheeks as you took your seat on his lap, your bare thighs pressing against his. He was still naked. Oh. "You didn't get dressed at all?"

Derek smirked and pulled the shirt down, his mouth hot against the skin of your shoulder, "I would, but someone stole my favorite shirt. You have your own."

"Oh now you want me in my clothes?" You teased as you pointed out the scratch marks on your legs that the shirt barely covered, "I need to cover these up Derek. I'm not going out in shorts."

"But you were happy to ask for them. And you seem happy to let people know we're together. Everyone saw that kiss yesterday, and they're sure as hell gonna smell me on you even if you don't walk out wearing my shirt." Part of him wanted to see you wearing his clothes, "How about you wear it only for me?" But the other possessive wolf part of him wanted you for himself.