hcrringtonsbat - Tumblr blog

hcrringtonsbat · 1 year

Text

Say you love me | Eddie Munson x Reader

Based on the TikTok trend where girls don’t say “I love you” back to their boyfriends.

You were annoyed. Not mad, not angry, just annoyed.

You never had a problem with Eddie’s DnD campaigns, if anything you loved how passionate he was about his hobbies and his club. But tonight was different.

It was supposed to be date night and somehow it had slipped out of Eddie’s head so he went on to make plans with the guys, deciding that they would get together to finish a campaign that very same night.

Usually you wouldn’t make a big deal of it, but you had been so busy lately, barely getting any time with your boyfriend, that you were looking forward to date night.

Instead you ended up laying on your bed, trying to read your well loved copy of Pride and Prejudice, while Eddie scrambled to get his things.

“Alright, babe. I’m off.” he announced, picking his bag and walking out of the bedroom. “Love you!” You didn’t reply back.

You expected to hear the sound of the door opening and closing but there was only silence. After a moment, you heard Eddie’s steps coming up the hall.

“Love you!” He said again, this time in a singing voice.

Again, you didn’t say anything.

“Babe!” Eddie poked his head into the bedroom.

“Yeah?” You asked without looking at him.

“I’m leaving now.” He said.

“Mhm…” You flipped a page on the book and pretended to keep reading.

“I love you.” He repeated.

“Yeah, alright, have fun.” You said instead.

This really threw Eddie off.

“Baby? Babe!” He called out, this time fully stepping into the bedroom. “I love you.”

“Tell the guys I said hi, okay?” You still wouldn’t look up from the book.

“Baaaaaabe!” He whined.

“What?” You asked, acting confused.

“I said I love you.”

“I heard you.”

Now Eddie was starting to get worried. You would always say it back. And none of you ever left the house without a kiss or saying “I love you.”

“Are you mad at me?” Eddie asked while dropping his bag on the floor. “What did I do?”

“I’m not mad at you.” Again, you played dumb.

“You must be, if you’re not saying it back. Tell me what I did so I can fix it?”

You felt yourself starting to crumble. Eddie was pouting adorably and giving you his biggest puppy dog eyes.

“What day is it today? Did I forget our anniversary?” He asked while trying to remember. “No, that’s not it. I know for sure it’s not your birthday….”

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Eddie. I promise, I’m not mad.” You replied shaking your head.

“Alright.” Eddie picked up his bag again. “You sure?”

“Yes, Eddie. I’m sure.” You smiled softly and went back to your book.

“Okay, I’m going now.” He stepped out of the bedroom. “I love you!”

You bit your lower lip hard, now trying to contain your laugh.

This time when you didn’t say it back, Eddie came rushing into the bedroom, dropped his bag and jumped on the bed, crawling on top of you.

“Baaaabyyyyyy I said I love you!” He repeated.

“Eddie! What are you doing?” You asked giggling.

“Why won’t you say it back?” He pinned you against the bed. “Don’t you love me anymore?”

If there was one thing you would never, ever do, is make Eddie feel insecure. You knew he had a lot of self esteem issues since you two started dating, and you always tried to remind him of how wonderful he was.

So when he started doubting you loved him, you gave up.

“Of course I do, silly.”

“Then why wouldn’t you say it back?” He pouted.

You rolled your eyes and sighed.

“Tonight was date night, Eds.”

You could see the wheels turning in Eddie’s head as realization hit him.

“Fuck!” He sat up on the bed and ran his hand down his face. “I knew I must’ve forgotten something! And you!” He pointed at you. “You said you weren't mad at me! Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrugged and looked away.

“I didn’t want to worry you, it’s not a big deal.”

“It must be a huge deal if you won’t say you love me.”

You shrugged again.

“Let me make a phone call and then we can have our date night.” He said but before he got up you took him by his arm.

“No, don’t cancel on the guys. It’s okay, really. We can have a date night some other time.” You said.

“Nah, my girl is mad at me, that’s more important than some DnD campaign.” He said, but you knew it upset him.

“No, I mean it, it’s fine. Really.” You insisted and he looked at you with concern.

“Are you sure? You’re not saying it just to make me happy, right?”

You quickly shook your head.

“No, I’m sure. Go and kick their asses, okay?”

Eddie thought for a moment.

“I’m so sorry I’m such a clutz sometimes, sweetheart. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He kissed you and got up.

“I know, thanks baby.” You said and smiled.

“Alright, I’m off now.” He took his bag and walked out of the bedroom. “Bye! I love you!”

There was a moment of silence.

You giggled and hid your face behind your book as you heard Eddie running towards the room.

“You little shit!” He climbed on top of you again, this time tickling you. You laughed and tried to get away from him.

“Nooo, stoooop!”

“Say it back! Say you love me!” He said, still ticking you.

“Fine! Fine! I love you! I love you!” You said between laughs.

“Damn right!” He said laughing.

#eddie munson #fic recs

7K notes · View notes

hcrringtonsbat · 2 years

Note

prompt idea! dramatic confession of love in the rain with friends to lovers reader & eddie. maybe like arguing outside about the fact that somethings been off with one of them & demanding an answer, love confessing ensues then BAM! rain kiss 🫢

i love this request so much, i adore writing love confessions! ♥ | 1.7k words (got a little carried away lol)

It started with a simple question.

"Do you mind getting another ride home today?" Eddie had said.

You didn't mind, not really. Of course, you used to take every opportunity to spend time with him, but you could understand that he had his own life and sometimes his plans didn't line up with yours. It was okay.

When he explained the reason behind the question, however, you felt yourself wither and dwindle like a dying flower.

"I'm going to take Aubrey home, so...you know."

You did know. Aubrey lived on the other side of town, completely off the route you and Eddie took to get home every day. He wasn't just giving her a ride; it was something. Something else. Maybe some kind of date, even.

Date.

You felt your heart three times heavier as you forced a smile and said, almost capable of hearing the tiny pieces of it tinkling inside your chest own chest, "Oh, sure. It's okay."

And then, before you could stop yourself, you did the stupidest thing one could possibly do; you had asked.

"So…did she ask you out on a date or something?"

You'd poked him in the ribs playfully then, trying to look more relaxed than you really felt as the words left your mouth.

If Eddie noticed it, he didn't let it show. He actually laughed, looking a little embarrassed, and replied, "Actually, I kind of asked her."

Wonderful.

You couldn't stop your eyebrows from rising then, whatever's left of your heart from breaking. You tried to avoid looking like the kicked puppy you felt. Probably didn't succeed as much as you'd like to say.

In general, you were good at doing this — you'd been doing it ever since you realized your feelings for Eddie Munson went far beyond a mere affection between two good friends. It was almost second nature — both being in love with him and hiding it.

Eddie hadn't noticed anything wrong when you smiled that day, just as he doesn't notice anything wrong with the smile you're giving him now, in the school hallway, a week later.

He's so blind when it comes to you.

"I'm not going home with you today," you tell him, closing your locker and packing your backpack carefully.

It's been no less than torture letting Eddie drive you around in his van for the past few days; his van, where everything smells like him, where he strikes up conversations and tells jokes and makes you laugh like everything is fine.

Because everything is fine to him. You're the one who couldn't help but fall in love. Like an idiot.

You didn't want to risk him finding out that whatever he had going on with Aubrey made you jealous, though, so you'd forced yourself to let him pick you up and drive you home from school every day while he remained blissfully unaware.

He seems surprised when your words sink in.

"No?"

"I have to go somewhere else first," you lie. It comes off easily when you're not looking at him.

"It's all right, I'll go with you."

"No, it's fine. I think it'll take a little while."

"I don't mind."

Smile, just smile. "Eddie, really, it's okay."

"It's raining a lot," he argues, looking awfully worried. "You can't just walk home. Do you even have an umbrella with you?"

"Yes," another lie. It's downhill from here, you can tell. "Don't worry."

You feel like you're going to get burned any moment now if you don't get away from Eddie.

Most people have already gone home — you've been studying in the library and Eddie's been at Hellfire with the boys, so you two had stuck behind. The empty hallway makes everything seem worse somehow, his worried gaze on you heavier.

He lets you take three steps before grabbing your arm.

"Wait," he says, brows furrowed, eyes searching for something in your expression. Whatever it is, he finds it. "Something's wrong. What's wrong, Y/N?"

Eddie never had much of a sense of personal space — he's invading yours now, very much, and everything just got a lot more complicated; his fingers around your elbow are warm, the eyes that stare back at you are kind. He smells the same as always: leather, spearmint, cigarette smoke masked by cheap cologne.

You look at your arm and wonder what are the odds you'll be able to break free and walk out the front door without him following you. Not good.

"Nothing," you manage to say. "Nothing is wrong. What are you talking about?"

Perhaps the fake smile is losing its power, you think, because Eddie doesn't look like he'd be giving up anytime soon.

"Something is off with you these days," he insists.

"Eddie, look, I need to go-"

"Have I done something wrong?"

"What?" you sound horrified, because you are horrified; as if Eddie would ever be able to intentionally hurt you. It would have been funny if you weren't so sad. "No, of course not!"

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm not, I-" It's hard to get the words out with him so close, with his hand on your arm, with his eyes on yours-

Oh, how you'd like to disappear right now.

“Did I forget something?” Eddie looks terribly guilty, even though there's nothing to blame himself for. "Your birthday is still pretty far, so-"

You hate this.

"Eddie-" you try, but he's too far inside his own head to hear. He's probably going over a list of things he could have done to make you mad right now.

“-did we make any plans that I forgot?”

"No, I-"

“Did I say something wrong? Shit, I did, didn’t I?”

“Eddie-”

"-I'm sorry if I said- I don't know what I said, but I am sorry, I-"

“I love you.”

It's a mistake. You instantly know that, you know that the very moment the words leave your mouth without permission, a confession you never meant to make. One look at the way Eddie's entire body seems to tense up, at how his lips freeze mid-sentence, parted but not uttering any words, any sound... it's more than enough to tell you it was a fucking mistake.

Time seems to slow down, each second stretching impossibly beyond normal. The only sound that can be heard is the rain. Heavy, rhythmic, coming down without pause.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

You pull your arm back and pretty much run towards the door as if you might distance yourself from the stupid words you just blurted out by doing so.

You think you hear a mumble of "shit" behind you, but you don't stop to look, don't turn around to be sure. Your eyes are prickling and you can taste the tears that ain't coming.

Rain. You're still running anyways. You're soaked and still running, stumbling because it's hard to see through the storm now, hair sticking to your neck, heavy breathing pushing your chest up and down, your face wet from both the rain and your tears.

The rain...almost as cruel as whoever was responsible for making you fall in love with a friend like Eddie.

A friend who's now calling your name — a yell in the distance muffled by the sound of the rain and of your breaking heart. You ignore it. You can't look at him. Not now.

He insists.

“Shit! You- you can't just tell me you love me and walk away! HEY!”

You avoid the hand that tries to grab your arm this time and keep walking across the parking lot as fast as you can.

But did luck ever stay on your side?

No.

Your head bumps right into Eddie's chest.

He holds you by the shoulders, palms gentle on your now cold skin, eyes gentler when you lift your chin up to look at him. You try to back away, attempting to squirm out of his grasp.

Not this time, though. Eddie holds you tight this time.

"Are you out of your mind?" he says, shouting to be heard over the storm...or maybe just because he's angry. "You can't just storm off like that with weather like this!"

Eddie's hands slide along your arms and then drop from your fingers.

He's taking his leather jacket off.

You take a step to the right to try and go around him, seizing the opportunity; he, however, steps to the left and holds the jacket over your head — as if you weren't already soaked from head to toe. As if he wasn't soaked from head to toe, too.

Eddie looks angry.

And too close.

Of course he looks angry, you think, I blew it.

“Eddie-”

“You're an idiot,” he says. “How could you just take off running like that? You could get fucking pneumonia out here!”

“I didn't mean to-” he's close, very close, and you feel silly, high, dizzy. Everything and nothing at the same time. The words you want to say are lost inside your mind like a paper boat drifting at the sea.

Eddie is still holding his damn jacket over your head like the goddamned gentleman he is.

Despite the closeness, you feel like you need to yell in order to be heard, your voice high and hoarse. “Just let me go!”

You try again and again, but he skillfully foils every one of your plans to walk away from him.

"No!"

"I am sorry! I'm sorry, okay? I shouldn't have said that, I just…I just need some time! Just give me time and I'll get over you, Eddie, I swear, and everything will get back to normal and you and I can just pretend it never happened-"

In a heartbeat, he's tossing the jacket to the floor and his lips are on yours.

You gasp, too surprised, too tense, and Edde slides a hand to the small of your back, pressing you against his body with something akin to desperation — both of you so entirely soaked from the rain, so entirely frightened, so entirely in love.

When the kiss ends, it's because both of you are out of breath; Eddie doesn't let the space between the two of you grow any further, though.

“Don't get over me,” he pleads, pretty much breathing into your mouth, forehead against yours, eyes fluttering closed. “Don’t ever get over me.”

It seems like your heart is about to jump out of your mouth. He leans in again and you don't have it in you to do anything other than the same.

Letting yourself be kissed is easy. Too easy. It also makes it easier to forget everything that brought the two of you here — the confession, the feelings you believed were unrequited until now… Aubrey.

Aubrey.

You realize you broke the kiss and whispered her name when Eddie opens his eyes to look at you.

“I mean, you and Aubrey…the date…”

He squeezes your waist and laughs, "The date lasted 10 minutes before she told me the obvious."

“Obvious?”

His smile grows.

“That I love you.”

#eddie munson #fic rec

8K notes · View notes