we need more chubby y/ns!! we need more poc y/ns!! we need more y/ns that arent just females!! we need more y/ns that arent just super skinny blonde white girls!!
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Dad!Eddie Munson Headcanons (Pregnant + In Labor!Reader.)
When you first tell him you're pregnant his knees give out and he almost collapses, barely able to catch himself before landing on the ground.
“We're having a baby?? A little us?”
He'd keep asking you over and over if you were sure, if you were joking, ect. ect. because he'd be so excited he's scared it might be a dream.
Immediately starts doting on you hand and foot. You're only in your second month and he's already anxious about you two.
Would pester you with baby name ideas as soon as you tell him. He has an entire section of his music notebook dedicated to baby name ideas he comes up with.
“Why can't we name our baby Puppet, it'd be cute :(” (after Master of Puppets)
Tries to read up on pregnancy and parenthood but can't sit through it long enough (ADHD), so he goes to Chrissy with the book to have her paraphrase parts of it for him.
Goes out at 3 in the morning to get you craving food.
Buys you silly maternity shirts like this. (ID: A black maternity shirt with pink lettering that reads "We're hoping it's a dinosaur." Below is a simple cartoon of a pink stegosaurus.)
Also buys geeky onesies for the baby like this one and this one. (ID: First link is an image of a black onesie with a picture of skull hands doing the "rock on symbol"; below these hands in white lettering reads "future metalhead." The second link is an image of a grey onesie with a picture of a 20-sided die; above the picture says "chaotic," and below the image says "neutral.")
When you go into labor he cries so hard.
“I'm so sorry for doing this to you, it'll be okay, you're gonna be okay.”
At first you reassure him (“it takes two to make a baby”) but after more hours of excruciating pain, you're more than satisfied to see him grovel.
You break his hand during labor, he doesn't realize until an hour or two after everything's said and done.
“I guess it's only fair. I broke your back, you break my hand.”
Would lay down in your hospital bed with you once everyone's situated so he can be as close as possible to you and the baby. It's cramped and you're all sweaty and gross, but you wouldn't have it any other way.