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henswilsons · 2 years
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luveline · 9 months
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hey jade baby if you feel up for it, i'd love some good old fashioned eddie fluff. just him and r being so dumb and lovesick would heal me 😭
hope this is OK, thank u for requesting! fem!reader, 1k
It's not often you'll allow yourself the indulgence that comes with sitting on Eddie's lap. He'd been laying there with a book open on his chest for an hour or so, foot bobbing gently to music while you got ready for bed. 
He's a one and done kind of guy, scrubbing, brushing his teeth in the shower. You take things slower. It's nice to sit at the bottom of his bed with your toner and your moisturiser, hand occasionally straying to his calf as you apply. 
When you finish, you look him over with an unrushed affection, just thinking about him. Him and you, how he makes you so, so happy. How gentle he can be. How fun. 
You climb over his lap and sit down carefully. One leg on either side of him, weight on his lap. He looks up from his book, jaw soft, hair a damp mess of curls around his head. 
"Hey," he says, smiling. 
"Hey." 
"You look very soft," he says. He raises a hand to test it out for himself, fingertips gliding down your cheek. "You are soft." 
You hum happily and lean down to rub your cheek against his. He closes his book, wrapping his arms around your back without ceremony but not without love. His arms feel strong. It's a cliche and it's true. His forearm stretched over your shoulder, his bicep muscle rigid against your side, he's steel-armed as he holds you to him, rubbing his cheek up into yours. 
"Nobody tells you about this part of getting a girlfriend." 
"Wrestling?" you joke. 
"The quiet nights. Why does nobody talk about how awesome it is to get to do nothing with someone?" 
"I guess doing nothing sounds boring." 
"We have all these photos of the places we've been but we spend way more time together. We should take a photo, could we?" 
"Yeah, we can take a photo. I think it's because we get to do this all the time, but the concerts and stuff are once in a blue moon," you say, "they're special. That's why we take loads of photos there." 
"This is special to me," he says.
You give him a soft kiss. "Me too."
"Where's the camera?" 
Eddie leans off the bed to search for the camera from the nightstand drawer. It's a kodak disposable he must've nearly filled with photos of you both together. You love getting them developed to see how many bad photos you've taken. Mistimed poses, ugly kisses, smiles in flashes so bright you can't see his nose. "You gonna kiss my cheek?" he asks. 
"I always kiss your cheek. You kiss mine," you suggest, sliding down next to him on the sheets to lay on your side. You look up at his arm as he raises the camera. 
"I like how it feels," he says. He presses his lips to your cheek. 
You try to smile nicely at the camera. Eddie presses the button. The flash blinks and blinds you, prompting a laugh as you turn your face to him and almost break his nose. 
Eddie gives you a second kiss for your bravery. "We need another one."
"What for?" 
"For me. 'Cos I want it."
You wrap a hand around his neck, smushing your cheeks together. "We do look nice together." 
Eddie readjusts his face by yours. You can feel the moment he smiles, his hair tickling your neck. His free hand looks for yours and you twine your fingers together. Like his arms, his hands are firm, strong. Smooth palms, callused fingertips from obsessive guitar playing for days at a time, his thumb the same, but always really gentle as he strokes over the ridges of your knuckles. He holds your hand and you know you're with someone who loves you.
"Say cheese," he says. 
You smile with teeth. Eddie does the same. 
"Ugly one?" he asks. 
"I think I just took one." 
He grabs your face and pulls it to his lips, nose tip bent and lips eager to put your statement to bed. "Never," he says, kissing the same spot, two, three times in a row. "You can't take an ugly photo. S'impossible." 
You relax into his touch and let yourself be kissed. "What are we gonna do for the ugly one?" you ask. 
"Finish big. Tongues out, for sure." 
He sticks out his tongue, you put up bunny ears behind his head, and you're having so much fun you don't realise the pages of his paperback getting crushed between you both until Eddie's trying to nose at your neck and a thick tearing sound rings like a bang. 
"Oh, shit," you say, trying to gauge his reaction.
"Can't be helped," he decides, grabbing the book and setting it on the nightstand with the camera, turning a blind eye to the cover as it flops onto the floor. "Come here, I haven't kissed you all day." 
"You kissed me ten seconds ago," you say, soft, knowing exactly what kind of stunt he's about to pull.
"It feels like days," he says, in the tone of someone who knows he's being cheesily romantic, rolling in bed so he can rest his chest on top of yours. 
His hair blocks the light, and his face takes up your entire view. Your hand climbs up his chest slowly, riding the curve of his shoulder to his neck, your index finger tapping his jaw. 
When you're with him like this, you feel just like he said he feels. All these quiet moments are special. More so when he drops down to give you a kiss, holding your face in two loving hands.
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aphrogeneias · 2 months
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pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x manager's daughter!reader
summary: eddie has hit rock bottom. it's been a long time coming. there's only one person who can help him, but he hasn't thought of her in a long time.
word count: 3.3k
content warnings: mentions of drinking and drugs (licit and illicit), and issues with the excess of both. brief mention of a small injury.
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The first thing Eddie ever noticed about you was your laugh. It was your most striking feature.
It commanded a room. It said everything there was to say about you. Loud, unabashed, not scared to call attention. The kind of laughter that makes you throw your head back, the kind that makes everything funnier. Impossible to miss.
He heard it, clear as a bell, across the hall from your father’s office, the first time he walked through the halls of that office building, shoulder to shoulder with his friends and bandmates, ready to sign Corroded Coffin’s first ever major deal.
A lot of firsts in one day. Too many life changing circumstances. The first fallen domino in a long, crumbling chain.
He can still see it all. The outdated, 1970s wallpaper and carpet, creams and oranges and swirls. The tour posters and platinum records littering the walls. The smell of cigarettes and hardwood floor wax coming from his future manager’s office as they went in. Into the lion’s den, wide eyed boys with hands that trembled too much for a confident handshake.
The girl sitting on top of the big office table, laughing at her father’s jokes. He couldn't hear what he told you just before they came in, but it seemed like an intimate moment. Father and daughter, their own world.
That laughter, though. It caught him by surprise. It shook the entire room. She barely spared them a glance as they were ushered in, and climbed down with a kind of feline grace. Her hair bounced behind her as she walked away, hurriedly blowing a kiss back at the man behind the desk.
Expensive perfume, the glint of golden jewelry on her skin, the sway of her hips just before the door closed behind her. His eyes struggled with tearing themselves off the door that hid her from him.
The first time he saw you. You, you, you.
Eddie Munson had never met anyone like you. He wasn't sure he ever would — and he was right, after all.
CHATEAU MARMONT HOTEL, LOS ANGELES, 1990
The sound of the telephone wakes him up.
He doesn’t know when he’s gone to bed, has no memory of it, but he can feel the toll last night took on his body. His tired body drags itself across the mattress, and the first thing Eddie notices is that he’s naked. The second is that the phone is still ringing.
Reaching out, his face hits the pillow once more, smushing his cheek against it as he grabs the receiver and pulls it to his ear. “Munson residence. Edwin speaking.”
“Where the fuck were you, man?”
The voice on the other side of the line sounds like Jeff, but Eddie’s never heard him quite like this. On the verge of tears, but maybe his still drunk brain is playing tricks on him. He doesn’t need to look around to know that the room is a mess. There’s a sheet on the floor, and a bottle of booze on his field of vision, and another at the side table next to the phone. Both empty.
He’s just glad he didn’t wake up to someone next to him in bed.
“What do you mean, where were you? At the hotel, I think. You were here too.”
“Last night, Eddie. We waited for you. Where were you? We thought you were dead.”
Last night. He didn’t remember last night. A rooftop, a pool, a sunset. Too many bottles, too many pills. A girl putting something on his tongue while she sat on his lap, and shutting his jaw closed with a delicate hand. Tripping on lounge chairs, falling on the pool. Blood on his knees. Someone dragging him up and into the elevator.
“What day is it?” He mumbles.
A record label party in their honor, to follow the success of their fourth album. Followed by a… concert.
A concert.
All that comes from the other side of the line is a drawn out sigh. “They’re sending someone to go get you. I hope you get your shit together until then.”
Then, it goes silent.
The concert.
Stumbling on himself, Eddie tries to stand up, and falls. The memory of his skinned knees comes as quickly as the pain does, and he notices they’re bare, still bleeding a little. He finds his underwear on the floor, next to the rest of his clothes, and slips them on as he moves towards the door, propping himself up on the wall.
He yanks the door open, and sprints through the hall as best as he can, catching the attention of one of the maids, who he promptly stops in front of, suddenly much too aware of his own nakedness. She freezes, trying to keep her eyes on his face.
“What day is it?”
A lump grows on his throat. His own voice sounds foreign, like it’s coming from someplace else.
“Excuse me, sir?”
“What day is it? Today, what’s the date?”
“It’s the 17th. August 17.”
All he can do is nod, and make his back to his room as if the world hadn’t just fallen from his feet.
A day too late.
THE RAINBOW BAR & GRILL, SUNSET BOULEVARD, LOS ANGELES, SUMMER 1987
“Pinch me.”
There had been plenty of “pinch me” moments in those last few weeks. Eddie wasn't sure what Gareth meant, though, as he sat straighter against the cushion of their booth.
It was dark inside, and every surface gleamed red. From the cherry red booths to the bottles on the bar shelves, the dark wood on the walls, the chandeliers. He couldn't tell most people's faces, and they'd probably wanted it that way.
The line to get inside was turning the corner, the people there having a party within themselves, under the lights of Sunset Boulevard. It was loud, and bright, everywhere they went. Eddie thrived around it all.
He'd never felt more alive in his twenty-one years than in the months he had spent here.
The younger boy scooted closer to him, a glass of something colorful in hand. Courtesy of one of the girls whose booth he'd been sitting on until now, surely. Not he'd blame him, he'd lost count of the glasses he had himself, feeling light in his seat.
“Fucking”, the drummer hit him in the arm, pupils taking over the blue in his eyes, “pinch me, man!”
“What the fuck for?” He laughed at his friend’s tone.
“Do you see that?”
Gareth pointed forward to a booth a couple of tables from them. It was full, with mostly women, their teased up hair and flashy clothes demanding all the attention. As his friend pointed out, some of them looked over to them, waving with delicate fingers. Eddie waved back, throwing in a wink for good measure.
He'd easily feel intimidated with those eyes on him, but the alcohol in his body threw those inhibitions away.
“Those girls,” Gareth continued, “those beautiful girls, invited us to a private party at their apartment.”
Eddie nodded along while Gareth emphasized the words private and apartment. As if their intentions weren't obvious from the beginning of the night. He could see Grant on his seat, soaking up the attention from a blonde girl with her hand on his shoulder, and Jeff standing to the side, deep in conversation with a guy in a similar black leather jacket.
From afar, none of it looked real.
If he was being honest, he never thought he'd be living his father’s life this soon — or ever. Eddie wondered about it all the time. What was Al Munson doing when his mother was reading him to sleep back in Nashville, or later, when his uncle was working the late night shift to get both of them by.
The fame, the contacts, the booze, the money. The women. The more he learned, the less he knew.
All Eddie knew was that he promised himself he'd never turn out like his old man, a promise he'd made himself a long time ago, long before he landed in the City of Angels, but seeing what he'd seen in the small amount of time he'd spent there, he wondered if that was really possible.
Corruption seemed tempting, inevitable even, amongst the red and maroons of The Rainbow. Demons, sirens, and the small town boys drawn to them. Hell itself, in disguise.
“And,” Gareth continued, putting his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, grinning at him, “they asked me to call you over.”
Just as he thought. Tempting. Matching his friend’s grin, Eddie reached over to his arm and pinched it, hard. Gareth’s subsequent yelp was dulled by the loud music and chatting, and Eddie only grinned harder when the boy went for him.
They wrestled for a bit until the drummer pulled him from his seat and up, teasing him, “C’mon, man. You need to get laid”.
“You need to get laid! You're the one who's been begging for that secretary’s number. What’s her name again? J-”
He stopped on his tracks, pulling Gareth with him by his t-shirt.
While he was talking and his eyes were running across the bar, unable to pay attention to just one thing at once, he saw a familiar sitting in a booth at the other side of the room. A girl near his age, a familiar face.
She was sitting facing his way, beside a guy who had his arm around her shoulder. He looked slightly out of place in his neat black sweater and Ray-Ban glasses pushing his hair back. They looked expensive, the pair of them. Untouchable, in their own bubble.
They were talking to a girl who had her back to him, all Eddie could see was the back of her head, a blonde bob shaking as she gestured with her hands, wrapped in white lace gloves and gleaming silver rings.
The girl laughed, throwing her head back and into her friend’s — boyfriend’s? — shoulder and, in that moment, he knew exactly who she was.
Eddie’s vision tunneled, and he could hear Gareth beside him, whining for him to hurry up. He pushed his friend away, making a sign for him to go on without him.
Gareth rolled his eyes, mumbling something he did not understand — he might have told him he'd come later, but Eddie was too busy with his eyes on your table to decipher what came out of his own mouth.
As he approached with unsure steps, the sudden confidence that overtook him only lasting half of the way, until he saw your male friend — he wasn't about to think of him as your boyfriend, not yet, he needed to have some hope — and the girl stand.
He watched as the guy dragged his hand from your shoulder, to your elbow, and finally held your hand in his, leaving a kiss there before accompanying his other friend to the bar. Something burned and wilted inside of him, an ugly feeling he couldn't quite place.
That's my moment, Eddie thought, as he did before every single impulsive decision he ever took — and there wasn't a shortage of them.
His worn down boots, which in hindsight might once have been Wayne’s, carried him to your table. Your borderline bored stare made you even prettier from up close, as he tried to open his mouth and figure out what to say.
Instead, he could just watch as you drowned back the rest of your drink, and reached into your purse to light a cigarette. “What are you looking at?”, you asked, without looking at him yet.
His mouth opened and closed, like a fish out of water, before gathering himself. “You're Ace’s daughter, aren't you? I saw you at his office.”
“Yes, and you're one of the label’s new hires who's still at that phase they're not ashamed to kiss ass.”
Finally, you turned, blowing the smoke in his direction. He barely felt it, really, because he was more focused on your smile, and the way your glossy lips stretched, and your nose scrunched.
Normally, he would have been pissed. But, with that face, you must have been used to stepping on people's toes and not getting heat because of it. He'd let you blow smoke directly on his face if it meant you'd keep looking at him.
You gestured vaguely to the seat in front of you, and he took the message. “Maybe. Am I kissing the right ass?” He grinned as he sat down.
No ring on your finger, he noticed, and maybe it was a good sign. He could be unbothered too. With the right amount of madness and a little Munson Magic, he could leave here with your number.
“I dunno.” You shrugged, but grinned back. “I'll have you know my ass is very demanding.”
“Noted.” He feigned seriousness. “I’m Eddie.”
“Munson, I know.”
Surprised, his eyebrows rose to his forehead. “How do you know?”
A chill ran down his spine at the mention of his last name. The curse he carried. Of course you'd know, your dad would know, even though he's never talked about it. Everyone knew.
“Dad isn't the only one in charge of business. At least not all of it.” You played with the piece of lime on your glass, and ran your finger through the rim, catching a bit of the salt there, licking it off your finger. “I know a thing or two.”
Right. All business, but no family.
You couldn't have been doing it on purpose. Eddie didn't think he was worth it, but the strain on his jeans said otherwise. He felt tense for more reasons than one.
“And you're not gonna tell me your name?”
“Thought you already know. Boy like you looks like he would do his homework.”
“Oh, no. A boy like me failed high school more times than I'd be comfortable sharing.”
He chuckled, and there it was again. Your laugh, freeing itself against the walls of the bar and bounced on him like a spell. “I like you, Eddie Munson.”
“Thought your ass was very demanding.” He quoted you, grinning from ear to ear, and tilting his head. “Was my kissing good enough?”
You put out your cigarette on the table and dropped the butt on your empty glass before looking straight into his eyes. Then, you got distracted by something happening behind him. He felt it too, and turned around to look.
The guy, your boyfriend-not-boyfriend, approached with no drinks in hand, despite coming from the direction of the bar, and no blonde friend in sight. He doesn’t acknowledge Eddie, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. “Who’s this?”
When Eddie turned back to you, you were already standing too. “New meat. Doesn’t know he’s swimming with sharks yet.”
You were talking like he wasn’t not there.
Inside, he deflates. He knew your type, your definitely-boyfriend’s type. The type who looked down on him, who thought little of his ambition. Eddie thought he could approach you, even though you were every bit as unapproachable as you looked. Things had changed for him, but that wouldn’t change regardless of where he stood. He was still at the bottom of the food chain, and you, taunting him at the very top.
It wasn’t like either of you were aware of it, but it had been nice to pretend for what little he could.
Didn’t change the fact that he still wanted you to look at him — and you did, for one last time that night, as the other guy laced his fingers with yours, and pulled you away, telling you something about an after party.
“Better work on that kissing, Eddie Munson.”
ALBATROSS RECORDS HQ, SAN FRANCISCO, 1990
Eddie has a lot to think of while he waits.
It seems like some kind of punishment, one parents would dish out on their small kids. Sit on that corner, face the wall, think of what you did. Think of what you did. It was easier to think of what he hasn’t done.
Missing an important concert because he was shitfaced and blacked out was the last drop, but that glass has been full for some time now.
Out of control, it's what he's been hearing. He'd seen his own face on MTV not too long ago, late at night on a grainy television, baring his tongue back at himself. He gives himself the devil horns like a crown, a silver cross hanging from his neck and sticking to his bare chest, as he addresses the camera from the stage before diving in the crowd. Out of control, they said.
He'd barely remembered that, or that the concert was being filmed. Figures.
Though, he had to agree someone in control wouldn't end up with as many bills for destroyed tour buses and hotel rooms in his name as he did. Someone in control wouldn't have been arrested for drug possession more than once, or have almost drowned in a hotel pool across the world. Or have lost the trust and admiration of his closest friends, and the contact with the only family he has.
His head aches. Eddie lifts his fingers to massage his temples, and sighs. It's August in California, and he's cold sweating in his seat, under his t-shirt. The chill gets worse when he hears the office’s door open behind him.
He doesn't turn around, doesn't move. The man approaches the table — his table — and loosens the collar of his dress shirt before sitting down, undoing his cufflinks and folding his sleeves up.
Ace Adler is a man of few words. He never talks much, but when he does, he makes sure one will listen. Eddie doesn't know much about him outside of talking business, other than Ace Adler was definitely not his real name, but he knew to take him seriously.
It felt like being in a room with his father, but at least his old man knew how to work a room before striking.
“I'm not going to tell you about the harm that you've done, but I'm sure your bandmates had the time to inform you.” Ace started, staring him down. “I won't tell you about the money we lost, and the contracts we had to humiliate ourselves to not lose, or what my business partners told me when they got the news. You must have a feeling it wasn't pretty.”
“I can…” Eddie started, and all he received was a raised hand in response.
“You'll talk when I'm done, son.”
A pause, much too long. Eddie nods, and keeps his eyes forward. It'll be worse if he doesn't meet his manager’s cold stare. His stomach drops.
“I won't tell you about any of it because that won't change a thing. All I'll tell you is that you got lucky, because I was supposed to fire you today, but someone changed my mind.”
“Fire me? Fire me from my own band?”
Ace doesn't answer his outburst. Instead, he slips a note from across the table in his general direction. It's a piece of ripped pink paper.
Tentatively, he opens it. There's all but a name and a phone number. Your name, and your phone number. You're using your real last name, he supposes, but that's undoubtedly you. Was that your handwriting too?
“Give her a call.” Ace says as he stands again, already on his way out. “Maybe she can help you out, because I won’t.”
As he hears your father close the door behind him once more, he thinks of all the last few times he saw you. The disdain in your eyes, the harsh words he uttered. Animosity from both sides, born from years of resentment.
He goes back to that first conversation. “Better work on that kissing, Eddie Munson.”
Never had he thought it would come that day.
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rogueddie · 1 month
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Adore You T | 569 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is helping them unwind after a rough day
The door slamming shut, the loud bang startling Steve enough that it causes him to jump to his feet, is the first sign that something is wrong.
Eddie doesn't look upset when he walks into the living room, he smiles like he always does, wrapping Steve up in his usual hug. He even buries his face in his neck, sighing, shoulders relaxing.
"Long day?" Steve asks.
Eddie just hums, squeezing a little, before finally pulling back.
"Eddie?"
"I'm gonna... cook," Eddie mumbles, gesturing towards the kitchen. "You want anything specific?"
"Uh, no, anything you want is good."
Steve frowns, watching Eddie as he heads into the kitchen. He follows him, hovering in the doorway.
Still, there is nothing to suggest anything amiss. Sometimes Eddie does get so tired after work, or something riles him up, so cooking them dinner is all he needs.
Something in the back of Steves mind insists that somethings wrong.
"Eds?"
"Hm? What?"
He doesn't glance back. His shoulders are hitched up, stiff...
Steve walks over to him, careful to keep his steps loud so he doesn't startle Eddie too much. He wraps his arms around Eddies middle, pressing up against his back, cheek smushed into the back of his shoulder.
Eddie freezes for a moment, hands hovering, before he sighs, slumping back against him.
"Why are customers assholes?"
Steve snorts, shifting so he can rest his chin on Eddie's shoulder. "A question I ask myself every day. Were they really bad?"
"Evil."
"Do you need me to cook tonight?"
"Uh..." Eddie hesitates, which is enough to let Steve know just how bad his day has been. "No, I've got this."
"Maybe I could help? Like... cleaning up after you, so you can focus on the food."
Eddie twists around in his arms, grabbing his face and planting a loud, wet kiss on his cheek. "That would be perfect!"
They work together seamlessly. Plus, without the previously used pots and plates in the way, there's nothing to distract Eddie from his cooking.
By the time food is ready, he's already starting to act more like himself- just a little more tired than usual.
"Thanks," Eddie says, as they sit. "For helping."
"Don't worry about it. You'd do the same for me."
When they finish, Steve grabs the plates before Eddie can so much as think about it. He tries to protest, but Steve ignores him.
"Go lay down on the couch, or pick a movie."
Eddie rolls his eyes, but does as Steve asks.
The movie is already starting to play by the time Steve is done. Eddie is sprawled across the couch, but he turns when Steve steps up to him, making room behind him so Steve can wriggle into the nook.
"Massage?" Steve offers.
But Eddie shakes his head, gently pulling Steves arm around him. "This is enough."
"Mmkay. You wanna talk about whats upset you?"
"Not yet. Let me enjoy you for a little longer."
"Ok."
He curls his arms around him a little tighter, resting his head on the side of Eddies and curling one leg over both of his, doing his best to wrap around him completely.
"Love you," Steve reminds him. "So much."
"Love you, too. Thanks, for this. Needed it more than I thought."
"Don't gotta thank me. I'm not doing much, just being here. And I'll always be here. You know that."
"Yeah... yeah, I really do."
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somnambulic-thing · 4 months
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This fic is part III of my come as you are universe but can be read as a standalone.
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Eddie Munson x gn!reader with vagina&boobs, we're early/mid 20s, 18+
Words: 2.6k
Summary: After a rough week, Eddie takes care of you. The Munson way.
|established relationship, mental health themes/burnout adjacent, fluff & comfort, song fic, only mentions of food (don't take the title literally), Eddie takes care of Reader|
Essential Soundtrack for this one: Lullaby by The Cure
A/N: I wrote most of this highly self-indulgent story back in October when I was in a similar state as depicted here. Then I kinda forgot about it, then some writers block hit and... you know how it goes. It's silly and tender and I hope somebody can find a little joy or comfort between the lines.
As always, comments and reblogs are very, very welcome.
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It’s late October Friday and you’re in bed before even the sleepy sun can put on its dawn blue pyjamas. With your cheek smushed against the mattress for the past hour, the wrinkles in the sheet are bound to leave intricate imprints on your skin. Outside your window, grimy with summer dust and pollen, the stripping trees sway in the wind with a calm like they don’t know that today has been shit - totally, utterly shit at that - and you don’t hold it against them. They try to soothe you with their dance and that’s really the peak of what they can do for you - rooted in your bed - while being rooted in the earth themselves.
The whole week had slowly slowly slowly drained the joy out of you.
It had started Monday, subtle still, but by evening you had felt a little blue. Tuesday had been grey - all work and no play - and Wednesday too… and you refuse to think about Thursday at all, had declared it a taboo.
Friday, the dullest of them all, had finally sucked you dry and you had just enough left to drag yourself to bed and wait for someone to come along and lick your wounds for you.
And it takes only a decade’s worth of longing for the one who knows how to put you back together until the front door opens with a soft squeak that you had been meaning to remedy since the day you moved in but by now were too fond of to do so. It fades nicely into the melody he’s humming and so does the rustling of fabric as he sheds the outer layers off his shoulders and so is the thudding of his boots against the floor as he kicks them off, one stray thudd letting you know that one boot hit the wall on.
The sounds of his arrival - so unmistakably Eddie - stir something inside the hollow pit of your stomach and you take a breath to give him directions to find you but he beats your tired vocal cords to it. A fluffy head pokes through the door, a goofy smile turns into an observant frown and then a soft gentle voice pokes you with questions as he moves to kneel beside the bed—
What do you need?
You wanna go out? Meet some friends?
Wanna curl up and watch a movie?
We could find something for you to break?
—until he takes pity on you in the face of your fatigued state and declares the burden of decision-making be taken off your shoulders for as long as you need to.
“Thanks, Ed,” you mumble with your eyes closed, sucking up the feeling his nails leave on your scalp.
“Mhh, how abouuut,” he puts a quick, warm kiss to your forehead, “I order us some pizza that we’ll eat in bed while I provide you with more first class headscratches—“
“At the same time?“
“Oh, the never-ending perks of a highly ambidextrous boyfiend— and we see how you feel when you’re fed and purring and take it from there? That sound doable?”
You nod. “I can do that.”
“Alright,” he says softly and combs his fingers through your hair. You hear a smile in his inflection that carries some mirth and you open your eyes to find him grin. It’s a beautiful thing to behold, a little sharp around the edges like a promise of mischief and laugther. You need to know what’s going on behind it.
“What’s that face?”
The grin widens. He’s glad you asked. “I would feed you like a baby bird if I had to.”
“Edward,” you huff and feel the corner of your mouth twitch against the mattress.
Eddie’s grin falls, replaced by a seriousness that doesn’t spare on the theatrics. If you didn’t know him, you would probably believe it. “I just want you to know,” he puts a hand to your cheek, your blood rushing there to meet his touch, “that I am ready to go to great lengths to pull you out of that hole, sweetheart. Ain’t no mountain high enough…”
A soft snort escapes you and he ducks his head, dialing it down for a moment but not giving up yet. “That’s all?” he asks drily. “Me digging into regurgitation humour and Motown classics and all I get is a snort?”
“It’s dire,” you say, a few stray tears blurring your view for three, four blinks of your eyes.
“Hey, hey, hey.” The mattress dips, then gentle hands pluck your face off the sheet and after the world spins and rocks a little on its axes, your cheek is smushed against his chest. Long arms embrace you, wrapping you in more warmth than any blanket ever could and he smells like home - tea tree and smoke and Eddie - and you almost break your nose on his sternum with the urge to replace all the air in your lungs with his scent.
“How the fuck is it that I only hear about you feeling off when it’s already dire?”
You mumble incoherent things into the safety of his chest and feel blessed that he doesn’t mind a little snot on his shirt.
“Can’t hear with my tits, precious.”
“I don’t know, I just dragged on and on and then…” you shrug. “But it’s not really that bad—“
“You trying to tell me there’s no snot on my shirt right now?”
A laugh. How he does it, coaxing those out of you, past the sobs taking up all the space in your restricted throat, you don’t know. You just know that right now inside those arms, things really don’t feel that bad anymore.
You’ve been silent for a while and Eddie is still unaware of this realisation. “Need me to shut up today?”
“No, oh god nod. I need you to be you,” you say in a nasal tone Eddie has the grace to ignore and push yourself up to meet his eyes. Two pitch-black searchlights on a mission to scout your face for traces of you holding back for stupid reasons.
“Elaborate?” he says, seemingly satisfied with his investigation, for a smile makes its way back to his features. A little smug thing. ”You know I contain multitudes.”
“Oh yeah,” you marvel, no teasing in your voice. “And many of those.”
“Exactly.” He taps the tip of your nose, before running the same finger down your cheek. “So, what do you need?
“Joy.”
“Joy?”
“Joy… fun… delight, pleasure, excitement!” With each word, your throat squeezes shut again. The longing - the need - too big for this small opening to not knock over something brittle.
The tears are back. Eddie doesn’t wipe or kiss them away, knowing they are a sign of the vicious pressure leaving your body. He nods and smiles with the tip of his tongue stuck between his front teeth and it hits you then, the relief, hard as a load of bricks—
“I got you,” he speaks your thoughts into existence.
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“Eddie? What are you doing?” The phone call to order unreasonable amounts of pizza had ended ages ago and the spot next to you was still occupied by his absence. It got more and more heavy with each passing minute. You swear you slowly felt the mattress dip from its weight, threatening to topple over the bed, so it was better to get out and—
“Stay where you are!” Eddie calls from the other room and you’re once again startled by his sharp ears. Your feet hadn’t even touched the ground outside the bed.
“Bat,” you mumble and frown, shuffling back into bed again. The sheets were itchy now, coated with curiosity. You flop down to your back and stare at the ceiling. It’s dawning now and the white of the ceiling has turned into a dark, murky blue. You are just another inhale away from calling out for him again when you hear a rhythmic tap that is unmistakably fingertips on acoustic guitar.
A faint. ‘One, two, three, four.’
And then familiar notes float through the doorframe, breaching the darkness and sink right into your chest. You sit up. Your heart starts to flutter, outrunning the slow ethereal melody plucked by calloused fingers and it costs all of your will to not follow the enchanting sound into the dark where Eddie coaxes something magical out of the instrument.
You brace yourself for his voice to weave into the song when his shape emerges out of the darkness of the hallway. There suddenly is no space in this world big enough for the size of your heart.
          ‘On candy-striped legs, the spiderman comes…’
The fabric clings to his legs like a second skin. It doesn’t matter that the red-white-red-white pattern is opaque, the soft light of the bedside lamp works out the lean muscle like a chisel. His chest is bare, his eyes black holes surrounded by the traces of laughter chiseled by time.
          ‘Softly through the shadow of the evening sun…’
He keeps his eyes on you as he sneaks on tiptoes around the bed, only averting his gaze to step over your work clothes you’d left in a heap on the floor.
          ‘Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead           Looking for the victim shivering in bed’
There’s no room to steal past your window and so he stops in front of it. Like an apparition, something from a dream; his pale skin almost glowing, mocking the vanishing sun behind him.
          ‘Searching out fear in the gathering gloom and           Suddenly a movement in the corner of the room           And there is nothing I can do           When I realize with delight’
His eyes widen; wild, seductive. You shiver a few lines too late but so forcefully, your back arches against the headboard. He sings the next line like a threat lined with a promise.
          ‘That the spiderman is having you for dinner tonight’
A noise escapes your lips; half laughter half moan and across the room, spiderman follows suit with the words leaving his smirking lips.
          ‘Quietly he laughs and shaking his head           Creeps closer now           Closer to the foot of the bed           And softer than shadow and quicker than flies…’
It’s not quite a jump, but a fluent, swift motion as he climbs into bed with you. A few steps, carefully, slowly like on a tightrope except he’s planting his striped feet on each side of you, widening his stance the further he goes. You lean back as far as you can, slouched almost painfully against the headboard but it’s just a faint sensation, drowned out by the man towering above you in his battle stance; the one he takes on stage when he becomes a wild thing that won’t be tamed. It makes no difference that there’s no electricity raging under his fingers, doesn’t matter that there is no distortion, or that he’s clad in nothing but a pair of skin-tight red and white tights; Eddie is raw and real and here and he’s giving himself to you.
          ‘His arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes           Be still be calm be quiet now my precious ghoul…’
He starts to descend, lowering himself to his knees, leaving you time to fully lie down—
          ‘Don't struggle like that or I will only love you more…’
— matching your grin as he straddles your thighs and loads his voice with something tenderly vicious that makes your skin crawl with an anthill’s worth of emotions.
          For it's much too late to get away or turn on the light           The spiderman is having you for dinner tonight…‘
The melody stops, the guitar is placed on the sheets and Eddie slows the words down, a dragging rhythm like someone who’s trying to remember a poem from their childhood.
          ‘And I feel like I'm being eaten…’
His fingers crawl over your belly up to your chest as he leans down and sings into the skin of your neck while your hands roam every inch of him they can reach.
          ‘By a thousand million shivering furry hooooles’
A pause. Mingled giggles and Eddie’s warm breath on your neck turning into a moan as you rake your nails over the length of his candy-striped thighs. He places a kiss on the soft spot beyond your ear and sits back up, cheeks flushed and smile mirthful.
“Excuse me,” he clears his throat and grabs the guitar by the neck, “I have a show to finish.” He simply picks back up where he’d stopped.
          ‘And I know that in the morning I will wake up           In the shivering cold
          And the spiderman is always… hungry’
And then he just sits there above you, features soft and warm in the dim light. His fingers move over the strings like melancholic creatures and he prolongs the outro, keeping the song alive until the silent tears spilling down your face have dried up again.
This time, he kisses the remnants away.
“Hmm… happy tears,” he hums and runs the tip of his nose along the bridge of yours. “Delicious.”
You laugh softly, no longer feeling hollow and numb, even if completely exhausted.
“Thank you… that’s exactly what I needed…”
“Always my pleasure to cater to your very specific tastes,” he chuckles and kisses you, slow and soft with a hint of tongue. “How are you feeling?”
“Way less awful…”
“I take that for now.” You run your hands over his cheeks and up, brushing his hair off his forehead just for it to fall in place again right away, only more tousled. “M’ going to pamper and spoil you this weekend like nobody has ever been spoiled and pampered before.”
Your throat fills with something hot and itchy and new tears well up in the corners of your eyes. Eddie provides you with more tender kisses and quiet declarations of love and devotion.
‘You’re not too much, never.’
‘It’s no burden to care for you, sweetheart.’
‘Hate to see you so exhausted. Just let me help.’
His weight and warmth calm your mind, his chest the perfect space to hide and rest. Your hands wander down his back, fingers crossing the valley of his spine and all the way down to an elastic waistband and you remember.
“Where the hell did you conjure up those?”
Lifting himself up, he leans back, hooks a thumb under the hem and lets it snap back. “You like it?”
“Love it,” you breathe out, sliding your thumb between the soft fabric and the soft hair on his lower belly. You would be devouring him by now if you weren’t so tired.
“I acquired those with the intent to, uh, seduce you and engage in some magnificent fuckery, but, you know, I figured…” he shrugs, takes your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. “It’s not like they are single-use item.”
A laugh bubbles up in your chest and pride spreads on Eddie’s face.
“So are you stashing more fancy garments at my place without my knowledge?”
He sharply draws in air through his teeth, conspiratorial grin inclusive. “I’m afraid I can’t disclose that information.”
“Alright,” you say, hand placed over your heart. “I promise I won’t go looking on purpose.”
He tilts his head and leans back down. “That’s my good little ghoul.” This kiss feels more urgent and you weave your hand into the hair on the back of his neck and—
The doorbell rings.
“Shit,” he spits. “Forgot we ordered food.”
Eddie places a kiss on your forehead and hurries out the bed. Right before he leaves the room he stops and looks down on himself. He turns around, grabs a shirt from his drawer and puts it on, then looks down on himself once more. He shrugs and leaves the room.
You already miss him.
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lavendermunson · 4 months
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gingerbread - eddie munson
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day 1 of leia's christmas tree farm
cw no one just fluff. gilmore!reader working with sookie!
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It was the way his curls framed his beautiful face, his big brown eyes shining under the soft yellow lights of the bakery, the way his fingers poked into his vest’s pockets to find the quarters for the tip jar. 
You’ve always looked at him with a sense of hope. Even if it’s while packing orders, fixing the last-minute details on a cake, or replacing stuff on the shelves. But now that you are taking care of everything at the front – because Sookie told you and the kitchen is a mess anyway – he’s going to come in any minute now, along with his uncle, of course. He is going to order the ‘muffin of the day’ and you’ll look for the one who has more chocolate chips since that’s the flavor you picked for the special today. 
You see his van pull up in front of the store, he has a red beanie on that matches his signature Dio vest. But even with all of the winter accessories in the world, the top of his nose is still red and cold just like his cheeks. He tries to warm his hands, rubbing them together even with his rings on.
“What are you- oh! the cute guy” Sookie’s voice makes you jump, shaking your head to get out of your thoughts and try to act like a normal person. Your crush on Eddie is not a secret between you and your employer, who happens to be your mom's best friend too. 
“Shh, I'm not ready for this. Can you take his order for me?” you ask her, she notices the anxiety on your face. 
“Nope, you got this sweetie!” Sookie goes back to the kitchen leaving you alone, damn it.
The bell of the store rings and as you look up, he stands in front of you. Just looking at you with a shine in his eyes and a little small on his face. 
“Hey,” Eddie says, not noticing the way your body shakes at his words. 
“Hey, welcome to Sookie’s, what can I get for you?” 
You follow the script, it’s easy. He’ll order his usual, you’ll serve him, he’ll pay and eventually leave. Leaving you with your empty heart and your longing for him. 
“I’m not sure, I want something new… something sweeter. Can you help me with that?” 
A grin shows up on his face, his words getting in your head and your cheeks getting that pink tone. Yeah, you can help, you’d do anything. 
“I think we have some-“
Sookie comes back from the kitchen, with a new batch of gingerbread cookies. The recipe you created for weeks.
“Hey! Eddie? Where's your uncle?” she asks, stealing Eddie’s attention from you. 
“He is at home, took a very much-needed day off and he’s cleaning his mug collection. I didn't want to get in the way”
His pretty curls bounce as he shakes his head and an adorable giggle falls off from his lips. He has you right in the palm of his hand and doesn’t even notice. 
“Wonderful, hope he gets some rest. Would you like to try our new gingerbread recipe? my favorite sous chef made this recipe” 
Sookie nudges your arm, pushing the tray of cookies toward Eddie, who hesitates before leaning back.
“Sorry. I hate gingerbread, but I’m sure they are amazing!” 
Sookie returns to the kitchen after telling Eddie not to worry offering a smile and leaving the tray of cookies for you to display.
“I am so, so sorry” 
“Don’t worry about it, what can I get for you today”
“Yeah, uh, three red velvet cupcakes and.…” he pauses while hunching down and looking at all the pastries. “Four chocolate chip cookies please" For a moment his gaze locks with your eyes, and his cheeks glow red as yours when he sees you smiling at him. 
If he could, he would kiss you right now to show you just how lucky and grateful he is to see your face almost every day. Here. At school. At parties. At the public library.
“Anything else?” you ask, trying to help and trying for a speech to come out of your lips to make him buy more sweets for his uncle. 
You carefully place his order in a box, taking extra care not to smush the cupcakes. He looks at you, admiring your pink glossy lips, rosy cheeks, and cute apron.
“You” his voice is soft, but firm. The unexpected and tiny confession makes your heart thump as loud as it can against your chest.
Your breath hitches in your throat as he returns to be in front of you, placing both of his hands on the counter. Goosebumps are taking all over your body if he wants to distract you, he sure has.
“Your total is 13 dollars with 35 cents” you blur out. He lets out a chuckle when you avoid his eyes, focusing on writing his receipt and accepting the money just to give him his change.
“Thank you. But I’m still missing one thing” Eddie notices the way you bite your lower lip hiding your smile as his words come in a surprise. He has wanted to make a move for so long. “Can you take a break?” 
He holds the little box you gave him between his hands, his ringed fingers tapping at the cardboard impatiently. You smile as he waits for your answer, it was not a joke, you weren’t dreaming. Eddie has this mischievous grin on his face that just makes your stomach fill with butterflies. 
“I’ll ask, wait for me by the back door” 
You run up to the kitchen and ask Sookie for a break. She says you only have five minutes because you already had a long break and she needs you to take the customer’s orders. 
You pause at the back door to check your reflection in the mirror, smoothing your hair and adding a touch more lip gloss. As you turn to leave, you realize you've forgotten to remove your apron. It's too late to do anything about it, though, because as soon as you open the door, you come face to face with Eddie.
“I mean it, I want you. I’ve had this crush on you for a while now. Every time I come here it’s to see you and I’d love to-“
His words get cut off by the way you press his lips against his. His hands find your waist giving them a soft squeeze before tangling his arms around you to push you closer. You steady yourself on your tippy toes, and reach for him, placing your hands on his shoulders.
With one hand, you tangle your fingers in the curls at the back of his neck, keeping him close. 
“I’d love to take you on a date” Eddie finishes his sentence when he breaks the kiss. “Would you give me the honor of taking you on a date?”
“Yes. Yes, I want to. I want you too, Eddie” You nod, smiling big as his eyes glow. He feels you shaking under him, of course. You forgot your coat.
He hugs you closer to his body, trying to shield you from the cold. You take comfort in his embrace, letting your arms fall to the side of his body, and get inside his jacket to hug him and warm your hands. 
“By the way… you taste good. I mean, the kiss, you-“
“I ate a lot of gingerbread cookies”
You look up at him, trying to stay close for warmth but wanting to see his face. 
“And you said you didn’t like it” you tease.
He smiles at you, giggling. 
“Now I don’t mind, not when I get to do this again” 
He leans in and kisses you again while holding you close. He doesn’t care about the cold, he doesn’t even care about the taste he swore he hated. He only cares about you, his future girl.
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trashmouth-richie · 6 months
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𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎
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part 3 of: do you like the way the water tastes?
summary: eddie takes you for a ride, the questions burning in your gut are resolved.
You’re certain your knuckles are broken from the iron grip you have on Eddie’s waist for the past twenty minutes. 
  His idea for a little drive was going to Bridgeport. Speeding around cars minding their own business on the lazy summer Sunday afternoon. 
Wind whipped through his curls and rippled the cotton tank top he was wearing, black sunglasses perched on his Roman nose, a honey dipped setting sun reflecting off the lenses when he turned his head at a stop sign to smirk at your wind-chapped cheeks and nervous expression.  
  “You scared, pretty girl?” 
  You were. 
  But when you shook your head no, he chuckled, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb, “I got ya,” he purred, his shy smile breaking through those plump lips, “ just don’t let go of me.” 
  The feel of your skin on his rough fingers when he had secured the helmet around your head and tightened the strap under your chin— before even getting on his motorcycle— left him with a rosy dusting to his own cheeks.
  Your skin was soft and delicate, like a petal from a flower— and he’d grow an entire garden just to feel it again. 
  You were looking at him in awe, like he had hung the moon and painted the stars just for you. And the look in your eyes made his heart flutter in his chest, skipping a beat when his eyes met yours. 
  Pupils blown and struck by Cupid, he didn’t know how deep he was falling. Were you? 
  His tongue was poked out in concentration while he fiddled with the strap, connecting it and pulling it taught under your chin. 
  His stare lingered for longer than he could help, eyelashes smushing together when the heat on his cheeks was too much to handle. 
  You had never been on a motorcycle before, but you listened intently to Eddie’s calm instructions on where to put your feet and what not to do. 
  The first few miles were horrifying, you were absolutely positive that you would fall off at any minute. Your squeals rang through his ears and burned his soul, making an ache in his stomach he hadn’t felt before, and when your fingers laced together around him, his heart nearly fell out of his chest. 
  —
“Wasn’t sure what you’d like, so—got one of each.” Eddie’s arms were full with red and white paper food boats. Chicken strips, two corn dogs, a cheeseburger piled high with bacon and a fried egg, cheeseballs, a funnel cake and a plastic jug of strawberry lemonade with two straws poking out of the lid. 
  Bridgeport was having their annual festival complete with carnival rides, a crowning of their hometown king and queen and the greasiest food in Indiana. You were sitting on a red painted bench underneath the green curtains of a weeping Willow as Eddie left to grab what he referred to as “a few snacks.” 
  You looked so cute sitting on the bench in his old dio shirt waiting for him. Seeing you in his clothes had his heart pumping into overdrive, and when you lifted your face to his and smiled as he walked towards you it almost knocked him dead. 
  Before you had left his trailer, you bargained to borrow some of Eddie’s clothes instead of quickly running home to change. “Nah,” he said with a grin, “I’ve got something you can wear.” He tossed you an almost worn through black t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts he’d had since middle school that were definitely too short for him now, but hit the swell of your thighs in a flattering way. 
  Emerging from the bathroom in his wardrobe and poorly bandaged knees, he smiled wide, toothy as can be and nearly pulled a muscle in his cheeks as he tried to hide it, not show how he was nearly cracking ribs with the way his heart was swelling for you. 
  “pick anything you want, sweetheart,” he said gesturing to the food he had laid out like a feast. He slotted his legs through the picnic table and you could hear the jingle of the chain from his hip as it rested on the wooden seat. 
  A smirk pursed his lips as your eyes studied the fried treats. Suddenly aware that maybe you didn’t like anything like this? 
  Shit. 
  His nerves stabled when your fingers plucked the brown stick end of a corn dog. His heart soared when your teeth broke through the breading and you hummed in content. 
  His fingers twisted the metal rings on his left hand, eyeing your lips when a crumb formed on them. Unconsciously licking his own like they were yours, sweeping the crumb away.
  “Good?” 
  Your lips curved into a smile as you reached for a napkin and blotted the grease from your lips, “delicious,” you mumble with the bite still between your teeth.
  “I never been to the festival before, they do this every year?” 
  Eddie snorted, and grabbed a chicken strip, dunking it into a small container of ranch, the chicken crunches and melts on his tongue as he shoves it around his mouth to answer, “yeah, haven’t been here in years, my uncle would take me as a kid.” 
  Neon lights peek through the vine-like curtain of the willows branches, a faint low hum of cheery carnival music begins, followed by the gears of the rides, squealing for oil and grease. 
  The night was calm, a light wind bringing a quiet exhaling breath of air to the humid atmosphere, as you silently chewed your corn dog. 
  Eddie’s mind was racing, he had a million and one things to say but whenever he tried to form the words he found his tongue cemented to the roof of his mouth, concrete foundations keeping it in place. 
  Lucky for him, yours wasn’t. 
  “Thank you for the food, and playing doctor… I mean, bandaging my knees.” Smooth.
  His tongue detached and he breathed a hearty laugh, one that had you giggling along, heated cheeks from embarrassment and all. 
  “Any time,” he exhaled, hoping this wasn’t the only time you’d want to share a meal with him, “figured it was better than a lollipop after being such a good patient.” 
  “I mean, I like suckers,” you tease, pointing the corn dog at him, “but this is really really good— I wish Benny still served them.” 
  “How long have you worked there?” 
  “Well..” you do the math in your head, and un-ashamedly use your fingers to count the years, “six years, I think— Gareth and I both started there at the same time—bussing tables.”
  Eddie’s hands are threaded as he leans in to listen intently at your very boring story. 
  “..but then some cool older guy started a band and needed a drummer, so he quit on me.”
  You remember the days of riding in the back of Gareth’s mom’s car when she’d drop you both off for your shift on Saturday nights, both only fourteen but still spending as much time together as you could, the innocence of childhood still on your shoulders. 
  “Sounds like this cool older guy was pretty bitchin’, wish I knew him,” the dimples in his cheeks well deep, as he plays with his rings. Waiting for you to bite the bait.
  “Nah,” you play back, scrunching your nose and picking at the corn dog, “he’s not that great— pretty mysterious, really hard to read.” 
  He chuckles and fakes offense. “Maybe there isn’t mystery behind him, maybe he gets nervous around pretty girls.” 
  Your cheeks heat and you stare at the table for a bit before meeting his gaze again, “That’s too bad,” you add, clicking your tongue, “because he was really really cute.” 
  “Cute, huh?” He says standing and grabbing all the garbage from the table and walking to the nearest trash can, he brushes the grease from his hands on his pants, “puppies are cute, sweetheart.” 
  “Yeah, he looks like a cute wittle puppy dog, just wanna pinch his cheeks, and give him treats.” 
  “Oh really?” He says standing beside you and holding his hand out to help you up.
  “Mhmm,” you say placing your hand in his, feeling the rough calluses with the pads of your fingers,  “But he never called, never kissed me, he just disappeared.” 
  You walk past him, not needing to look over your shoulder to know that he was following behind you, his long legs making up the distance in no time at all. 
  You’d trolled down the sidewalk, enjoying the sounds of the carnival and the sweet sticky sugar of cotton candy spinning. 
  When the sky inks into dark, Eddie’s fingers graze yours and he doesn’t pull away. This time he folds them between the spaces of yours. Rubbing the knuckles of your hand with his thumb, noticing that you sighed slightly. 
  He stops when the sidewalk ends, a lone street lamp flickering and nothing but the hum of lightning bugs floating gently on the breeze.
  “Would you have wanted me too?”
  You stare up at him, a cross of your eyebrows indicates your confusion and a twinkle of a street lamp glows into your eyes.
  Eddie wets his lips with a sweep of his tongue. The ring that’s been teasing you on full display. 
  “That night, when I walked you home…did you want me to kiss you?” 
  Butterflies take flight in a flurry in your stomach at the sight of his shiny lips. You almost counted out loud to three to respond even though you nearly flung yourself at him. 
  “I— I thought it was obvious.” 
He frowns, shaking his head. A nervous laugh emits from him and he looks unsure of himself.
  “I’m not good at this,” he admits, undoubtedly fighting himself, “and now?” he asks, holding your chin between his fingers and angling your face up to his, “do you want me to kiss you, sweet girl?” 
  All the breath from your lungs leaves when you nod your head, and when Eddie’s lips nestle between yours, you're certain you’re the only girl left in the world. 
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forever-rogue · 1 year
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Hey can you maybe write a fic about Eddie helping his gf through getting her period really bad at school love ur writing x
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AN | Eddie Spaghetti, the best and softest boyfriend. We all deserve an Eddie 🥺🥰
Warnings | Language, Period talk
Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader
Word Count | 2k
Masterlist | Main, Eddie 
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
You wished you could have stayed home. Realistically it probably would have been the best idea, but you also knew that your mother would never allow you to skip school for something so menial such as your period. Even though it was a well known fact that your periods could be brutal sometimes, making it almost impossible to think or focus on anything but your cramps. But you were tough, Eddie always reminded you of that, so you were going to suck it up and deal with it. 
But honestly? It fucking sucked.
It was barely halfway through your second class of the day and you were already suffering. It was going to be a long day…at least you were able to look forward to the evening with your wonderful boyfriend. If you made it that far anyway. Dramatic? Yes. Justified? Also yes. 
At least you had enough foresight to keep a bottle of painkillers in your locker. Maybe that would help a little bit - worth a try anyway. You excused yourself so you could go to the restroom, grabbed your bag so not everyone had to see what you were doing, and stopped by your locker first. 
When you closed your locker again, a small yelp escaped your lips. There was none other than Eddie, standing there with a big smile on his face, “fucking hell, Eddie!” 
“Sorry sweetheart,” he pressed a playful kiss to your cheek, “thought you heard me coming.”
“You’re silent like some kind of weird ninja,” you waved your hand around to which he only grinned, “or I’m too wrapped up in my own thoughts. Wait - what are you doing out of class?”
“Doesn’t matter - penny for your thoughts?”
“Eddie.”
“Fine,” he sighed dramatically, clutching at his heart as you just snorted at him, “I saw you leave class and followed after you. Had to make sure my best girl was okay.”
“‘m fine,” you murmured, trying to play it off like it was no big deal. You didn’t need him to worry about you on top of everything else, “you can go back to class, Eddie. I was just running to the bathroom.”
“When did you decide to start lying to me?” he raised an eyebrow curiously, your face flushing with warmth when you realized how easily he could read you. You opened your mouth to speak, but he put a finger on your lips to keep you from speaking, tutting gently, “honesty is the best policy, my love.”
“Eddie,” his name came out as a smushed murmur as he shook his head, “‘n not lying.”
“Wait,” his brows furrowed for a moment, pretty chocolate brown eyes studying you intently. You wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss him, but his finger was still squished against your lips. It didn’t stop you from pressing a kiss to it, “I know what’s going on! It’s your least favorite time of the month, aka you’ve gotten your period.”
Your fingers wrapped around his wrist, pulling his hand away from your face as you looked at him incredulously. Your heart melted as you looked at your metalhead in surprise, “h-how do you know that?”
“I…how wouldn’t I?” he looked at you in confusion as though it should have been obvious that he possessed this piece of knowledge, “you get it every month, it’s pretty much like clockwork for you….it’s not that hard to keep track. ‘specially after that one time when the condom broke and -”
“Eddie!” you hissed softly, looking around to make sure no one had been listening in. Luckily, it appeared to be just the two in the quiet, abandoned hall, “don’t worry, I remember that too. But, you…you keep track of it?”
“‘course,” his smile was always so magical - all toothy and sweet, showing off his dimple, “how else am I going to know when you’re suffering? I have to make sure so I can take care of you.” 
Oh. Yeah, you were a sucker for this man, pure and simple. Your eyes prickled with tears, causing you to blink rapidly in order to try and keep them at bay. Eddie reached over and put his hand on your face, brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek, “I love you, Eddie.”
“I love you,” he kissed your forehead before reaching for your backpack, “now let’s get out of here so you can rest.”
“Cut class?”
“Well yeah,” he answered as though it was the most obvious thing, “I know how bad your cramps can get and I think it’s better for you to rest than try and suffer through the rest of the day. Besides, these are doctor’s orders.”
“Oh? And just what doctor happened to make these orders?”
“Doctor Best Boyfriend Ever,” he cheesed, you giggled. You were madly in love with him, “now c’mon, let’s get out of here and let me take care of you.”
“Well, I have to listen to the doctor,” you nodded, leaning over on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. You grabbed onto him, gently holding it as you looked at him with the softest eyes, "thank you, Eddie."
"There's nothing to thank me for," he promised softly, "I would do anything for you."
"Can we stop and get some chocolate on the way home?" your voice almost dropped to a whisper as you looked at him with bright, shy eyes, "and maybe pizza?"
"Of course, princess," he swung your backpack over his shoulder, "now let's get outta here before we get caught!"
-─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Less than hour later you were padding after Eddie into his trailer, arms empty as he struggled to balance everything. You’d offered to help but he wasn’t having it for a moment; you were going to relax and rest and he would take care of everything else. He’d decided that you were going to spend the day at his, opting not to take the chance and going to your house in case one of your parents came home early. As good as they were, they wouldn’t understand you needing to leave school early.
“Home sweet home,” he beamed, setting your backpack down and pizza on the counter…along with the bag of sweets you’d collected at the store. You’d fully intended on buying the things you wanted and the supplies you needed, but Eddie had beaten you to it and taken everything to the register and paid for it himself. As if he could get more amazing. 
“I love it here,” you sighed softly as you walked over to the couch and almost collapsed on it, reaching for one of the soft and well-loved blankets, “it always feels like home here, ‘cause of you.”
“I love it when you’re here,” his heart constricted in his chest and he thought he might die from the sheer amount of affection and love he held for you, “how’re you feeling?”
“Okay,” the painkillers were slowly wearing off and you felt the onslaught of cramps starting to come back, “tired, getting crampy. Hey, my love, you’ll tell me if I’m being too annoying, right?”
“If that ever happened, you know I would,” you heard him shuffling around in the kitchen, “but that is impossible, so you never have to worry.”
You laughed at his silliness, and it was only a few seconds before he came over to you and kneeled at your side. Unable to stop yourself, you reached over and brushed his curls out of his face, “hi handsome.”
“Hi beautiful,” he held up the heating pad before reaching under the blanket and placing it on your tummy, “I know you like the heating pad for cramps, so I got one to keep here.”
“Oh Eddie,” before he could turn to plug it in, you tenderly grabbed his face and pressed a kiss to his lips, “you are so wonderful.”
“I’m just…trying to help,” his entire face turned pink at your praise as he made quick work of plugging it in. He handed you a bottle of water, a few more painkillers, and a candy bar, “and I hope this is helping.”
“It is,” you really couldn’t have asked for anything or anyone better, “Eddie? Can I ask you for one more favor?”
“Of course,” he touched your face so gently that it made you want to melt into him, “anything, princess.”
“Will you cuddle me?” your soft lips pulled into a pout, causing Eddie to chuckle. As if that was really a question - the man would cuddle you no matter what, “you don’t have to, if you don’t wanna. I feel all icky and gross, but -”
“You are perfect,” he insisted firmly, leaving you no choice but to accept what he was saying, “and you are not icky or gross or anything like that. I will gladly cuddle with you, sweetheart.”
“But if I get blood-”
“You won’t,” he stood up to kick his shoes off, and discard his jacket, “and even if you did, so what? It’s just blood, it’s all natural, what your body is going through is normal. It sucks and I wish I could make it so I was the one dealing with it, but it’s okay.”
“Okay,” you sat up and scooted over so he could lie down. He slowly did so, and pulled you on top of him, settling you between his legs so you could rest your head on his chest. He made sure the heating pad was right on top of you to help as much as it could, “you’re so warm, like my own personal heater. And you’re so comfy.”
“Ahhh,” he groaned playfully, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “I knew you only wanted me for my body.”
“I’m a woman of taste,” reaching for his hand, you threaded your fingers through his and rested them on your tummy, “what can I say? You’re the total package - handsome, smart, funny, and multi-talented? What more could I want?”
“Silly girl,” there was nothing but gentle affection and fond teasing behind his words, “what more could I want? Nothing, that’s what.”
“Hmm,” sleep was quickly making your eyes heavy and you felt yourself falling under the siren call of slumber, “me neither. ‘m gonna marry you someday, Eddie Munson. You’re not just boyfriend material, you’re husband material.”
“Funny,” and oh. How his heart was beating wildly in his chest, surely threatening to break through his ribcage, “I was just thinking the same thing about you. Gonna marry you, princess, but I’m gonna do it right.” 
“Whatever you do will be perfect,” you murmured already half asleep, “because it’s you.”
“Oh honey, honey,” he sighed wistfully, “I love you, but I think right now you need to rest and later we watch a movie and eat lots of snacks, yeah?”
“Sounds perfect,” you agreed, “love you so much, my Eddie Spaghetti.”
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ghoulsgraveyard · 10 months
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Wear Them 2/3
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a/n: so i decided to split this into three parts because i felt bad about how long its been since an update, i needed to feed yall. so this will have to tie you over until we get into the good shit. i may split this again just bc this fic has a mind of its own. this is not proofread, i will proof read it later tho.
warnings: Content warnings: feminization (reader calls Eddie a girl), panty theft (obvi), subsequent panty wearing, perv!eddie, degradation (the fun kind), fem!reader, reader has a vagina, sub!eddie, dom!reader, slut shaming but also virgin shaming (it makes sense don’t worry), some light cock and ball torture (genital slapping), spanking, emotional hurt/comfort (I dont know how that happened it just did) aftercare!
read part one here
You flicked the panties at his chest “you wanted them so bad. Wear them.”
Eddie seemed to realize what you meant in slow motion, putting the pieces together “intended purpose” and talking of him stretching them out… holy shit. You wanted him to wear your panties, and even more shocking to him, he wanted that too.
His mouth gaped like a fish, his lack of response causing you to pause “is that- would that be something you would want to do?” his response was immediate “yes fuck yes please uhh yes I feel like I should call you something other than your name while we do this or maybe I'm over thinking this and you’re not into that and the whole idea of calling you something else isn’t because I want to do this with someone else because uh im uh only interested in you and doing this with you and uh now I'm talking too much an-” shutting him up with a kiss “don’t worry about it baby. You can call me whatever you want, whatever makes you the most comfortable” you smiled against his lips. Eddie thought for a bit “promise you won’t laugh?” he said meekly, still fearing your judgment.
You held your hand up to his cheek and smoothed the skin of his cheek with your thumb, holding his face. In that moment you realized why Eddie was so hypersensitive towards you in particular. He can handle the judgment and ridicule from everyone else in this town, but not from you. You remembered all the times he would look to you after telling a joke to see if you’d laugh, or asking you to double check an assignment, even letting you read his book of lyrics. He had given you every piece of him, he looked to you for your approval, he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and in that moment you have never felt more important to another human being.
All you could do was smile warmly at him “oh baby I would never laugh at you” he practically whimpered, melting into your hand, then murmured “thank you master” he looked to you, silently asking if you liked that one, the groan you released more than answered him but just to reassure “that’s a great name you picked thank you baby.” Eddie beamed at the praise.
“Okay baby, before we do this I want to make sure you’re happy and safe the whole time, okay lovely? So to check in with you I'll ask you what color you’re feeling. If you feel good and safe say green, if you want to pause or slow down say yellow, and if I do something that makes you feel bad or unsafe I want you to say red. In the event you want to stop or pause or slow down, don’t wait for me to ask you baby, just shout out your color, okay?” he nodded along “I need to hear you tell me you understand baby” “I understand master” you smiled at him “good girl” eddie was immediately confused “I'm- master I'm a boy I'm not a girl” you raised your eyebrow at him, still smiling “honey I think you’re a bit confused, yeah?” you spoke to him like he was a lost dog, he nodded and you pouted at him “okay baby I'll help you make sense” suddenly you grabbed his chin, smushing his face in your hand forcing him to meet your gaze “when we’re playing, you are whatever I say you are. So if your master calls you a good girl, that’s what you are. Got it?” Eddie whined at the roughness of your grasp, “yes master thank you master” you gave him a curt nod “what’s your color baby?” eddie was still reeling but buzzing with excitement “green, master”
“Well?” you gestured to the panties “put them on slut.” eddie was beyond flustered, he began moving, then a truly delicious idea came to you “actually baby just lay there. Master will put them on for you.” he was glowing with embarrassment “what do you say sweetheart?” there was a pause as eddie tried to think of what you wanted to hear “thank you master” you beamed with pride “good girl, you’re catching on so quick! Such a good girl for your master” you swiped the panties off of his chest and settled yourself at the foot of the bed, the image was erotic. This big intimidating man who scared the whole town was trembling on his bed while you slipped a pair of panties between his feet. You swept them up slowly, the hair on his legs being pulled by the fabric, then released. The elastic of the legholes fought to accommodate his large thighs. You situated the underwear in the back first, pulling the gstring up so it sat correctly between his cheeks, now was the fun part. Eddie whimpered and you pull the fabric up in the front, slowly, torturously, the back of the panties pressed and pulled his tender sack while the front was still being rolled up by you. Swift finger adjusting the fabric that pushed his weeping cock against his stomach, you were delighted by a revelation: he was too big. Eddie’s dick was too long to fit in these panties, the elastic stopped about 3/4s of the way up, leaving the rest of him exposed. You watched as the red tip of his aching cock seemed to cry pre-cum, sticking to the patch of hair that trailed from his navel to his bush. You leaned back to take in the image. It was beautiful.
You looked at him from all angles like he was an art piece, how the straps sat above his hipbones, the way the elastic stretched to accommodate the cock sticking out of the top, how his full hairy balls couldn’t fit in the crotch and were practically cut in half by the g-string, the delicious way the fabric desperately stretched to hold his hard cock, practically busting at the seems. It was beautiful.
Eddie couldnt help but squirm under your watchful eye, and for the obvious reason. He whined which caused your gaze to snap back at his face “you look so pretty baby” you cooed at him “so pretty all dressed up for your master, such a pretty girl” eddie blushed and hid his face behind his hair when you called him that. He feels like he shouldn't like it as much as he does. You pet his face “you like that don’t you sweetheart? Hmm? You like it when master calls you a pretty girl?” clearing his throat “y-yes master I like being your pr-pretty girl” he was so bashful it was adorable
“why don't you go look at yourself in the mirror?” you stood up off the bed and offered him a hand, which he took shakingly, you led him to the full body mirror in his room, then stood behind him, both of you looking at him. Eddie rotates his hips, looking at himself from different angles just like you did. Your hands wrapped around his chest and grazed his torso with featherlight touches leaving goosebumps in their wake “look at you” you whispered “just gorgeous” your hands made their way down to his groin “such a pretty cock all wrapped up in lace” you squeezed his dick, hard. He hissed at the feeling “hurts'' he said through his teeth “good hurt or bad hurt baby?” you rubbed your palm over his bulge “g-good hurt.” a grin split your face “oh that’s good baby. You like it when your master hurts you?” you grabbed the leg holes of the panties and pulled them up roughly, causing the g-string to harshly dig into his balls, Eddie yelped at the sensation, the sound quickly morphing into a moan.
You bark out a cruel laugh at his response. “Well?” you growl at him, Eddie pants, his mind empty, his wide eyes bright but thoughtless, his jaw slightly dropped so his pink lips form an ‘o’ as he pants “I asked you a question. I expect you to answer me.” Eddie desperately wracks his brain for the question, finally he remembers, stuttering out “Y-yes master I l-love, I love it when you hu- hurt me master.” Whines caused him to interrupt himself, in his empty head all he could think about was how he could please you, impress you, you seemed happy when he talked, so he tried again to form words “Th-thank you for being so p-patient with m-me master” he gasped out. You gasped in delight, smiling wide “Oh baby look at you! My good girl has amazing manners. So proud of you sweetheart. I’m so happy with my little slut” Eddie soaked up the praise like a sponge to water, bathing in the warmth and depravity of your words “You’ve been so good for me, i think you deserve a reward.” you whisper to him like a secret “what do you think?” he nods quickly, hair shaking with the motion “yes master I would like a reward please.” you dig your nails into his hipbones and roughly pull him back onto the bed so he’s sitting back to chest with you facing his mirror. You lick and bite at his earlobe while snaking your legs to sit over his thighs, somewhat restraining him with your body. You let your fingernails drag up his hip bones and dance across his torso, his abdomen twitching at the light touches, cock continuing to drool just below his navel. Your fingers skirt up to his chest, drumming your fingers on his pectorals before allowing yourself to lightly circle his right nipple with your finger tip, the rosy bud hardening as you circle in tighter, you repeat the ministration on his other side before taking each nipple between your pointer and thumb. Eddie lets out a low hum at the sensation. You gently roll the skin between your fingers, gradually increasing pressure, until you’re fully pinching him. He squirms in your hold letting out whimpers and moans. You smile and continue to roll and tug at his sensitive skin, his hips jumping when you slap his chest. His gasp transfers seamlessly to a loud moan, skin prickling in reaction. “That feel good, little one?” you smile, already knowing the answer “uh-uh-huh feels really” you interrupt him with a slap to his other nipple, causing him to moan loudly “really, r-really good” the rest of his response came out in a whine. His head rolls back to rest on your shoulder, bangs sticky with sweat against his forehead, eyebrows pulled together with fluttering eyelids occasionally revealing the whites of eyes rolled back, mouth hung open in pleasure. He looks depraved. He looks divine.
You drag your nails across the reddened and raised skin “it’s a little bit funny” you muse “because you’re a slut, but you’re such a little virgin huh baby?” he whimpers, you continue “it’s pathetic, it really is, but it’s endearing how hard you try. Try hard to come across as this big scary man out in the world, but i slap you around and suddenly you’re my pathetic little girl. You’re not scary at all, you couldn’t hurt anything.” he nods in agreement, you lick the skin between his chin and his ear, biting his earlobe before you whisper “but I can” he whines loud and high in his throat, at the sensation and your promise of delicious pain. “Wh-what do you mean master?” he licks his lips, eyes straining to look at you from his place on your shoulder “oh all sorts of good hurt i could give you. I was thinking, because of how much you like when i slap you, i’d like to see your pretty ass over my lap.” He blinks at you slowly “Thats your cue to lay yourself over my lap baby.” He quickly scrambles into position in a manner who’s absence of grace is substituted by enthusiasm.
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ghosttotheparty · 3 months
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i’ll still be here after daybreak 2
originally posted on twitter // also on ao3 // prev // next
eddie doesn’t know where he is.
the ground feels far away from him, like his feet aren’t quite touching it. he doesn’t recognise the walls around him. he’s in a bedroom. the bed is unmade, blankets tossed aside, and there are clothes scattered across the floor.
the wallpaper is plaid. eddie eyes it curiously before he crosses the room, his steps so light he almost feel like he’s gliding. there are photos on the top of the dresser, scattered across it. one is framed, and eddie does a double take as he looks at it.
it’s steve and robin. their cheeks are smushed together, their eyes shining brightly, and robin’s arm is around steve’s neck. eddie’s eyes linger on it, staring until he’s startled by a door opening abruptly behind him.
and steve steps into the room, silent.
eddie stares. steve is pulling a shirt on over his head, his hair wet and sticking to his neck and face, and even when he lifts his head, he doesn’t seem to notice eddie standing there in the middle of the room.
‘steve?’
steve doesn’t react.
he crosses the room and goes to the dresser, stepping right up next to eddie, opening the first drawer and tugging out a pair of socks. he pulls them on, leaning against the dresser.
his expression hasn’t changed. he looks tired.
‘steve,’ eddie says again, leaning a little closer. ‘hello. hi.’
no reaction, no response. eddie raises his voice, moves closer, reaches out and waves a hand in front of steve’s face.
and steve doesn’t fucking notice.
eddie stares. looks at his own hands.
he looks… normal.
except the scars marking his skin.
and he thought he was fine, but apparently he wasn’t. because steve can’t see him, can’t hear him, doesn’t even know that he’s here.
and eddie is kind of fine with it.
with being dead.
he’s just confused.
steve is sliding a belt into the loops of his jeans. eddie watches in silence as he rubs his face and sighs, as he goes to the bathroom and grabs a towel. scrubs his hair dry roughly, more rough that eddie would expect from him.
but steve doesn’t seem to care.
he tosses the towel aside and pushes his hair back. and then he sits on the edge of his bed with a heavy sigh, looking at the floor.
he kind of looks like he’s like eddie.
transparent. a ghost of himself.
eddie wants to cry for him.
steve buries his face in his hands as he sighs again, and he leans forward, elbows resting on his legs. he seems exhausted.
‘you should take a nap or something, man,’ eddie says dryly, and he goes to lean against the dresser, but it goes right though him, and he stumbles.
‘jesus,’ he mutters. ‘fuckin’ bullshit.’
steve doesn’t respond. he only lifts his head when the floorboards outside creaks, and robin’s voice calls, ‘dingus?’ gently. she appears in the doorway a moment later, and she looks tired too.
she sighs.
‘you ready to go?’ she asks quietly. steve just shrugs.
she comes closer. she walks right through eddie, and she doesn’t seem to notice. it feels weird for eddie. a rush of warmth like he’s just stepped out of the rain into a bakery or something.
she crouches on the floor in front steve, looking up at him, their eyes meeting. they’re quiet.
robin looks away, her eyes scanning the room, passing right over eddie, landing on steve’s bedside table. she exhales.
‘still got eddie’s ring, huh?’
eddie blinks at the sound of his name, watching as steve nods tiredly. he moves a little closer, spotting one of his rings on the table.
‘how you feel?’ robin asks softly, and steve is quiet for a few moments before he finally speaks, his voice just barely a breath.
‘i’m tired.’
robin sighs.
‘i know, babe. are you sure you’re up for going out?’
steve nods again, closing his eyes as robin leans up and touches their foreheads. he seems to melt into it, like it pulls away whatever it is he’s feeling.
they leave after another few moments. eddie tries to follow. but he can’t step through the door.
and all he can do is listen as they leave, as they descend the stairs together, walking away from where eddie is lingering in the doorframe. and apparently ghosts can’t cry.
he wanders the room. tries to lean against the dresser again and goes right through it. tries to to leave the room and walks into the air, stumbles back. tries to moves the photos so he can see the ones that are hidden. he can’t.
he’s stuck all day. he glares at the walls, stares up at the ceiling, laying on the floor. and he wonders if ghosts are capable of going insane. of losing their minds.
he feels sick, even though nothing hurts.
he wanders, running his hands through everything in reach.
he didn’t realise he could miss feeling things. but he does. he would let someone punch him in the face, would walk barefoot across broken glass if he could just feel it.
there are cans of hairspray on steve’s dresser. eddie stares at them.
he looks intently. teeth gritted, jaw clenched, brows furrowed. he reaches out and tries to grab one, but his hand goes through it. he can barely hear the air rushing around his hand, and he thinks that’s some kind of progress.
he tries again. and again. and again. and again.
he doesn’t let himself get frustrated, even though it’s infuriating. he keeps trying.
he’s almost bored after a while, moving his hand back and forth impatiently, wishing he could feel the cold tin on his skin.
until he makes contact. he’s trying to grab it, but instead he smacks it off of the dresser. he can feel it on his palm for a brief moment, cold and smooth, before it topples off the desk and falls to the floor, rolling away from him.
he stares.
it doesn’t happen again, even though he tries until the sun is setting outside. he gets angry, and he can’t even hit anything about it.
steve comes home after the sun is down. eddie has to listen to him come upstairs, his footsteps loud.
and then he appears in the doorway. he looks so tired it’s almost radiating off him, like his limbs are heavier than they were this morning.
he stops when he sees the hairspray on the floor, and eddie holds his breath. steve stares at it, blinking, his eyebrows furrowing.
and eddie watches desperately, waiting for steve to fucking notice him.
but steve just leans down and picks it up with a sigh before he sets it back down in its place on the dresser.
eddie wants to cry.
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munsonsreputation · 1 year
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Hey Kay🥰 can I request "No you can't get up. You are my prisoner for today." with Eddie? Thank youuuu. And congrats again on the 500 followers😘
hey francy!!!! how are you love?!
i love this sweet little prompt and it's such an eddie thing for him to say!!! i hope i did your request justice: short, sweet, and tooth rottingly fluffy 💘✨
thanks again for this request and for all the love and sweet comments!!!
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The alarm clock sounded loudly through the small bedroom you and Eddie shared, and just like that you were awoken from your relaxing Sunday slumber. Yawning widely and rubbing sleep out of your eyes with one hand, the other came slamming down on the button, shutting off the annoying beeping that got you up way too quickly for your liking.
The sun had risen and the light orange glow had just begun to peek through the curtains, helping you not feel so sleepy anymore, especially with the mess that covered the floors of your bedroom. Sundays were always refresh days in your eyes, a day committed to cleaning up around the trailer.
You shook more of the lingering sleep out of your system, looking over towards Eddie who had his arms wrapped around your midsection where he had rested comfortably on the pillow beside him. His curly hair, falling in what would be a tangled mess by the time he got up and would inevitably beg you to comb out—secretly one of your favorite things to do because he’d look so cute with his hair clipped up whining dramatically about the tugging.
“I gotta get up, baby.” You spoke softly, stroking his cheek with your fingertips, as you could feel his arms tighten around you.
You laughed, attempting to undo his arms from around your torso, “Come on, Eds, you stay in bed and I’ll clean up a little.”
He mumbled something incoherent, nuzzling his head into your shoulder where his hair tickled your skin making you break out in quiet giggles, “Stay in bed, today.”
“Babe, the trailers a mess…I don’t want Wayne to think I don’t clean up after myself—”
He opened his eyes, staring at you knowingly despite the sleep in his orbs, “You always clean up after yourself…Wayne and I included.”
You sighed, rolling your eyes because you knew he was right. Ever since you moved into the trailer, you made the extra effort as a guest to make sure that things were kept nice and tidy.
You knew that Wayne spent a lot of time with work and most of the time the trailer was used by you and Eddie. The least you could do was make sure that Wayne come home to a neat home after letting you move in with no questions asked.
“I just don’t want him to think I’m inconsiderate.” You mumbled, slouching back into the blankets, slotting yourself comfortably into the side of Eddie.
One of his arms, undoing itself to give you more room, and to also, touch your cheek, his warmth flooding your senses, “He could never think that, sweets, he loves you…honestly, probably more than I do, which is kinda scary considering I’m his blood.”
Inhaling the scent of his body wash and him as your face was smushing in his chest, he could feel you laughing. The sort of laugh that he could never get tired of hearing, even if it meant waking up at the ass crack of dawn just to convince you to stay in bed.
“It’s probably because I don’t burn the toast and forget to throw out the spoiled milk.” You said sarcastically, looking up at him with doey and just about to fall asleep eyes.
He didn’t bother with a comeback, just kissing the tip of your nose until he hugged you tightly, “You’re my prisoner for the day!" he announced proudly as you shook your head jokingly.
"Annnnd I demand that we get back to sleep and when we wake up, I’ll teach you how to burn the toast and you can remind me to throw out the milk I know has been sitting a week too long.”
You pinched his back playfully, a sneaky smile on your face, “Jeez, don’t threaten me with a good time, baby.”
You two both shared a laugh, ogling at each other with sleep threatening to overtake either of you in any second. Maybe staying in was worth it just this once, or now, every Sunday where Eddie would keep you caged in his arms as you slept the day away a little longer and worked together for the rest of the afternoon to clean the place up.
But of course not without the shenanigans that made refresh days a lot better.
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paperpeacock · 2 years
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Eddie Munson x Shy Reader - Sweet
♡Summary- You've always thought you were too soft for Eddie, but your mind often played tricks on you.
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The morning sun bled gentle rays past your kitchen window, illuminating the once darkened sky. An assortment of doves gathered on the beech tree, chattering upon its branches. The paper boy had delivered most of his rounds, his satchel becoming ever lighter. The old women set out their flowery dresses, preparing for the Church Service. 
 You steadily stirred at the pale mixture; your hands aglow in summery light. Once every bubble had been chased away, you plopped a finger inside, checking its taste. Nodding in complete approval. Next, you let the butter dance upon the pan, before finally hearing the sweet sizzle of batter. You made six, plush pancakes, wrapping them up in cloth before setting them inside your bag, before setting off on your journey. 
You lived quite close to the trailer park, a short walk through a woodland trail and you found yourself in Eddie’s neighborhood. You wouldn't usually visit him in the morning; however, his uncle Wayne was out of town for a couple of weeks so you wanted to make sure he was okay. of course, he could take care of himself; he has been doing that for a very long-time, you would never belittle him like this. After all, he deals drugs and dives into mash pits, not flowery mornings and fluffy pancakes. Your worries took over, swarming your thoughts and good intentions, you suddenly felt like such an outsider in a place you consider a haven. Your mind would never be at peace, constantly drumming on hundreds of possibilities, one of them being that maybe... maybe you were not Eddies' ideal partner. 
Being trapped in your woes, you hadn't registered the open door. That is until you felt pressure on the end of your nose. 
“Hellooo, earth to Y/N” his ashen voice called, roping you back to the present. Your eyes flashed like that of a midnight deer, caught at the road. Eddie leaned against his doorframe, removing a finger from your nose and lending you an amused smile. 
“Hi” you replied quietly, peering at the bag in your hands. Eddie welcomed you to his humble abode, removing the array of clothes on his couch before the both of you sat down. 
“You don’t usually come this early” he commented, propping his feet up on the table. 
“Yeah, I um, wanted to see you” You timidly spoke, words soft like falling snow. Eddie felt his chest warm. 
“I'm not complaining! My doll is always welcomed” he beamed, drawing a blush from your cheeks. You sat in a silent moment, contemplating the contents of your bag. You clutched at the fabric; the all too familiar butterflies flooded your stomach. It would be a shame for your effort to be in vain. 
“A-actually” you called, meeting his mahogany gaze. You lifted the container from your bag, placing it in your lap. “I made these for you” You outstretched the pancakes, ducking to hide your reddened face. Eddie gently took them, removing the lid and setting his gaze upon airy pastries, dusted in sugar and care. Eddie felt his heart melt like candle wax, someone had made these for him. Someone had taken the time to do something thoughtful for him! Eddie Munson. That, someone, was you.  Sweet Y/N.
You hadn't dared to raise your gaze, slightly kneading at your legs, much like the bread you often baked. 
“Aren't you precious” Eddie clasped your face in his calloused hands, gently smushing your cheeks against his palms. Your face was painted scarlet, as he gave you a honeyed smile. He pressed his nose against your own, letting out a slight, amused snicker. Eddie and Y/N, the rough and the soft, the loud and the quiet. Only God knew what made you such a perfect pair, whatever it was, you couldn't be happier as your worries were chased away. Temporarily, of course, those tyrants were quite the mighty foe. However, they could never stand a chance against, Eddie Munson, certified rockstar and lover. 
You pressed your forehead to him, your eyes boring into his own. Love was brewing, like a warm cup of tea, on a cold winter's eve.  
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karmic-vibes · 1 year
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If I Can Dream
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14 - Oh Why Won’t That Sun Appear
art credit: @lazylittledragon on tumblr/lazyjunebug on twitter
cw: implied parental [emotional] neglect
Year: 1989
“Come on, Bobby, you can do it, sweetie!” Steve encouraged.
The family was at their local park picnicking on a patch on grass. Eddie knelt on the blanket, arms wide open, egging his daughter on. The pair had been trying to get the young girl to walk for the past month. She had been able to pull herself up on her own since she was six months old, and she was able to walk with assistance, but she had yet to do it by herself.
Steve was only a few feet away with Bobby between his legs so she wouldn’t fall backwards. He held onto her hands and leaned her forward, trying to get her feet moving. Bobby, however, thought it was a silly game, giggling every time she was leaned in a direction. Steve fed into her little game and began swinging her from her arms.
The little girl’s laugh was infectious. Her tiny button nose scrunched with each giggle, eyes squeezed shut, and tiny bits of drool pooled at the corners of her mouth. Soon, Steve threw her up into his arms where he was spinning her around. Bobby’s laugh and playful screams filled the air as she spent quality time with her dad.
Eddie watched the two of them fondly from the blanket, pouring himself a fresh glass of sparkling cider. As he started to take a sip, he saw Steve start to throw Bobby higher and higher into the air. Eddie choked on his drink before he was able to holler a warning.
“Stevie!” he coughed. “Please be careful! I worked very hard for her, I don’t need you breaking her.”
“I got her, Eds, don’t worry.”
“Okay, if you say so…”
When Bobby finally got worn out, Steve passed her to Eddie, where she cuddled against his chest, smushing her cheeks into him. Eddie ran his fingers through her tight curls and held her close. She sat between his legs, cozying up before dozing off to sleep.
Eddie began humming Golden Slumbers to her as he rubbed tiny circles on her back. Steve passed Eddie a blanket so he could wrap the little girl up for her nap. While it was mildly uncomfortable, Eddie didn’t mind the position Bobby was in—as long as she was comfortable, he was happy.
“You sure you don’t want another one?” Steve asked.
“Positive,” Eddie chuckled. “So, do you have anymore ideas for Bee’s birthday?”
“It’s still two months away, Ed.”
“No, I know, but I think we should start sending out invites.”
“Why?”
“Have you met your children? They’re all so stupid—it’ll take them ages to figure out what to get Bee.”
“Hey, give them a little more credit. They made that t-shirt you love.”
“I know, I know, but once they start to develop little personalities, I feel like it’s harder to get things.”
“Yeah, okay.”
“So any ideas?”
“What about just Halloween themed? It is her actual birth-day, isn’t it?”
“I think a horror movie themed party is a bit much for Bobbs right now.”
“What? No, I mean the actual holiday, stupid.”
“Oh… well, still, too predictable. What about DnD?”
“What would that even look like, Ed? Like, how on earth would you throw a Dungeons and Dragons party for a one-year-old?”
“Okay, so picture it. We create her a character and have everyone invited come dressed as their character. After all, it is still Halloween.”
“What if they’re like me and don’t have one?”
“Then create one! It’s a party for a one-year-old. Who gives a shit if it’s actually accurate. I mean, ideally, it is your actual character, but an exception can be made for you, Stevie.”
“Oh, my hero.” Steve rolled his eyes. “So everyone comes as their character, we create one for Bee, then what?”
“Well, we’d create a one-shot campaign for the duration of the party that centers around Bobbs. Each quest is centered around our little birthday girl.”
“Huh… that’s actually not a bad idea at all.”
“Wait, you really like it?”
“Yeah… I do…”
The coming months were spent planning a campaign for the impending birthday girl. Eddie carefully monitored his daughter to see the traits she was coming to develop. He spent countless hours creating her character—eventually, he got it.
Bobby Judas Harrington was set to be a first level Neutral Good Human Paladin. While she was young, he knew in his heart of hearts that she was destined to be the best person she could possibly be. She was adaptable and takes adventure seriously—after all, she was half Harrington and half Munson, wasn’t she?
Finally, Bobby’s first birthday had arrived. Everyone came dressed as their DnD characters, and those who didn’t have one just chose a race to be. Steve wasn’t too creative, so (like his daughter) he was a human, Robin was an elf, and Eleven was an orc. For those who were already established in the game, they came dressed as their own characters. Eddie was a vampire, Will was a wizard, Lucas was a knight, and so on.
She may not have quite understood what was going on, but Bobby was having the time of her life. The fantasy world her fathers created around her was so endlessly magical, she simply couldn’t get enough of it. All her aunts and uncles helped make this a reality, and they would all do it a million times over.
The birthday girl ran throughout the house (surprising, as she only learned to walk a month ago) causing terror to each and every one of the cardboard demogorgons that were set up in the house. She had stolen several peoples “weapons” and was slaying any beast that crossed her path.
“At this rate, she’ll be able to beat you,” Dustin teased.
“That’s the goal,” Eddie smirked. “She’s a fucking menace, I swear.”
“I’d be more shocked if she wasn’t.”
“Yeah, well, she’s half Steve, so I can dream.”
“Have you met Steve?”
“Touché.”
“Bubba! Bubba!” Bobby giggled as she ran into Eddie’s legs. Eddie looked at the girl with wide eyes, blinking aimlessly. “Bubba!” She made grabby hands at him.
“Holy shit, you’re talking… oh, my god, holy shit!”
“Bubba!” she whined.
“Sorry, Bee, sorry. I’m right here.” He picked her up and held her on his hip. “Excuse me, Henderson, I need to find my wife.”
“He’s in the kitchen.”
“Thank you, kind sir. See you in Mordor.”
Eddie gently pat Dustin’s head as he carried Bobby into the kitchen where Steve was tidying up a bit before bringing out the cake. He ran up to his husband, clutching their toddler close, as he got right in Steve’s face.
“Can I help you?” Steve asked.
“I don’t know, Bee, can he help me?” Bobby stared at him blankly. Steve raised a brow as he continued washing some dishes.
“Ed? Are you losing it?”
“No, she was just talking, I swear!”
“What?” Steve gasped. “What did she say?”
“She said ‘bubba’! I’m assuming instead of ‘papa’, but I’ll take it!”
“Oh, my goodness! What a smart little girl!”
Steve snatched her from Eddie, placing a million tiny kisses on her cheeks. Her infectious laugh echoed throughout the room as she pushed against his face, being tickled by his stubble.
“Dada! Ahh!” She giggled and screamed as Steve hugged her closer. Tears prickled at Steve’s eyes as he heard his daughter shout ‘dada’, a sound he never thought would be so sweet.
“Daddy loves you so much,” Steve whispered, placing a final kiss into her curly locks.
He began sobbing, heart overflowing with joy. All he could think was how his parents (or even Eddie’s) were ever able to walk away from moments like these. Steve wanted to freeze time—he wanted to be in that moment for the rest of his life. With his husband smiling at their beautiful daughter, gently running his ringed hand over her head. His daughter, snuggling herself against his chest, firmly grasping at his shirt’s collar, laughing so loud that the entire world could hear.
In that moment, life was perfect.
But, time is funny that way. The moments you want to stick around forever seem to slip through your fingers the fastest. No matter what he did, he couldn’t stop time. Bobby was getting older by the second, and Steve just knew he had to relish in the little moments, because they’d be gone before he knew it.
And in the blink of an eye, the moment was gone.
Robin was calling the boys in from the living room, encouraging them to bring the cake out so everyone could sing happy birthday.
Steve screwed his eyes shut, wishing he could teleport back in time, but it was to no avail. He weakly smiled and hiked Bobby up on his hip, pinching her little cheeks. Bobby scrunched her face and raised her shoulders to her ears, giggling infectiously.
Eddie grabbed the little one’s birthday cake and balanced it in one hand as he lit the candle with the other. Robin dimmed all the lights in the living room as Bobby and her cake were carried in.
Everyone burst into the happy birthday song, mildly startling Bobby, but she quickly adapted and smiled ear to ear at her loving family. Everyone she loved most in the world was there, from her dads, to her pop-pop [Wayne], to her auntie Robin, to all her other loving aunts and uncles.
Eddie set the cake down on the coffee table as Steve sat Bobby down on the floor. The boys knelt down next to their baby girl, smiling proudly. Eddie wrapping his left arm around Steve and held onto Bobby with his right. Steve clung to his daughter as he leaned into his husband—everyone singing made everything so surreal.
“Happy birthday, Bobby… happy birthday to you!”
“Blow out the candle, Bee,” Eddie encouraged.
“Bubba bubba bubba,” she hummed over and over again.
“Blow, sweetie.” Eddie softly exhaled as he tried showing Bobby what to do. “Come on, papa and daddy will help. On three, Bee and Stevie. One, two, three.”
The family blew onto the singular candle as the pack of people cheered. Robin snapped a few photos and smiled fondly at everyone.
“Happy birthday, Bobbs,” Robin whispered. “We love you.”
“Alright, guys, there’s a sheet cake in the kitchen—help yourselves!” Steve announced. “This is all for you, pretty girl,” Steve said as he removed the candle from the personal cake. “Enjoy, sweet girl.”
He placed a kiss on top of her head before sighing and staring at his husband. Eddie was pushing Bobby’s hair behind her ear as he scooped her into his lap so she could reach the cake easier. Eddie eventually felt Steve staring at him and chuckled.
“What?” Eddie smiled.
“Nothing.” Steve shook his head and shrugged. “Just happy.”
“Just happy?”
“Really, really happy.”
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a/n: i spent SO LONG researching dnd characters/races and did a 140-question long quiz and everything to try and determine what kind of character bobby would be and her class and all that. please, for the love of god, don’t let this flop.
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lonelysatellites · 11 months
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No one asked but I’m sharing anyway… here’s my little list of HCs for Eddie that I’ll probably add to over time (nsfw under the cut so minors stay away)
The boy runs hot. Wayne has to nag him to put a warmer jacket on in the winter because despite three inches of snow on the ground Eddie insists it’s “not that cold”. Will fight you if you try to smush a hat down over those curls to keep his head warm
He’s the pickle eater in a relationship. Won’t let you order your burgers without them because he wants you to pick them out and give them to him (has definitely been caught more than once drinking juice straight from the pickle jar in the fridge)
I know this is a fairly popular one - but he definitely feeds the stray animals in the park. Most nights there’s a crowd of cats and the odd raccoon outside the Munson’s front door waiting to be fed
Very clumsy, will trip over flat ground, drops things constantly, but considering that he has an odd talent for juggling and will show it off at any given opportunity
His room is organised chaos, it might look a mess but he knows exactly where everything is. If you tried to be sweet one time and tidy up for him when he’s out he’ll freak out when he gets home because “why the hell would you put my hairbrush in my bedside drawer, I know that it lives on the floor under my pile of clean laundry that I’ll put away eventually”
As well as the guitar, he can play the piano. His mom used to play so he learnt from her, has an old second hand keyboard under his bed
Hates the feeling of lip balm, will not put it on however much you insist he needs it because the feeling of something on his lips weirds him out and he’ll just lick it straight off. Doesn’t even like it that much when you wear it and it transfers when to him when you kiss
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However, following on from that last one, he does love it when you wear lipstick if it means he gets to mess it up. Loves to kiss you all sloppy and leave it smeared across your cheeks and chin. Loves it even more when you go down on him in it and his cock and balls are littered in pretty imprints of your lips
Eats pussy for his own pleasure. Would stay down between your legs for hours if you’d let him (and you do because he’s a champ at it)
Naturally leans more dominant, but he gets a thrill out of building up your confidence so he can be submissive for you, gets a thrill out of you taking what you want from him and just using him
Don’t get me wrong, he loves a good pair of tits, but he’s an ass man through and through. Loves to take you from behind so he can grip your cheeks in his palms, watching your ass bounce in time with each thrust and so he can watch himself disappearing into your pretty little pussy
Clit slaps
Always laughing during sex. He’s goofy and awkward and weird and that definitely continues in the bedroom. Strange voices, growling and grunting, ridiculous faces, he gets a kick out of making you giggle when he’s got you on your back, then cutting off your laughter with a rough thrust that has you whimpering pathetically and clinging to him
There’s literally nothing he won’t try. No request is too weird or niche, if you want to try something he’s willing to give it a go
Needs you to mark him up. Scratches, hickeys, teeth marks, whatever it is he just wants plenty of them, and he wants them visible so everyone knows he’s yours
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thedoctorisinlove · 2 years
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could you possibly do eddie munson x reader where he lets them braid his hair? :) it'll all just be cute & fluff
eddie munson ; playing with his hair headcanons
genre : fluff & slightly suggestive
pairing : eddie munson x gender neutral reader
disclaimer : mentions of sexual tension, mentions of making out
author's note : hello anon! thank you so much for the request. i wasn't sure how to write this all out as headcanons but i tried my best and i hope you enjoyed it! :)
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⋆ as well can tell, eddie's hair is a literal mess that's easily comparable to a bird's nest. braiding his mess of a hair is like taking literal clumps of hair and smushing them up. even if you straighten his hair with a straightener, it's impossible for it to be straight.
⋆ but you make do with it. if you're braiding his hair, your go-to braids for eddie are bubble braids.
⋆ he loves how funky they look, and he'd constantly beg for you to use those funky hair ties instead of the plain black ones. he says they're too boring for his taste and he'd much prefer hair ties with those big, ruffly frilly bows of neon colors. he's a big child at heart and also just wants to get some laughs out of it.
⋆ he'd literally go to school the next day with it. when he gets back, you just see a shitton of random shit on his hair now. glitter everywhere, stickers that're dangling out of his hair, a missing bow on a hair tie. and you're just like how tf did this happen 😭.
⋆ the entire time, eddie, being the little annoying shit he is (jk he isn't i love him sm), he'll be like "so did you know what fucking jessica did today?" and literally would just gossip and ramble on and on about his schoolday or stupid shit like "if i had 9 toes, would you still love me?"
⋆ eddie refuses to have you braid his hair anywhere except on the floor. he's the type of mf that criss cross applesauce. you literally can't do his hair unless you both are on the ground. if you're doing his hair in his room on his bed, his mind'll wonder off and his head will keep moving. if you're doing it on his lap or vice versa, just forget doing his hair at all at that point. he'll be making out with you the entire night.
⋆ now, if you accidentally tug his hair, a low groan slips out of eddie's lips. and you pause and notice a dent on his jeans and you're like "dude are you s r s or slash j". just tease the fuck out of him, he'll go quiet instantly. his face will be pale in from forcing himself not to go red from your words. that or he'll tease back and the entire place will be filled with sexual tension.
⋆ if you're doing his hair late at night, man's on the brink of falling asleep but he's pulling through for you. you can feel his cheek nudging slightly towards more to your fingers that're working on his sides. he's trying to warm his own face up with the warmth of your finger.
⋆ if you're just simply playing with his hair, especially during nighttime and you guys are just on his bed together, he'll instantly fall asleep with your hands in his hair. he craves your touch every second of the day, he's the most at peace with you like this. once he's drifting off to sleep, you can notice even notice a small smile make its' way on his face. not his regular snarky smiles, but a smile that's genuinely at peace.
⋆ once you take off eddie's hair ties, his will be a big ass mess, messier than his normal hair. ruffle his hair a bit please, he loves it when you do that everytime you take off the hair ties. he'll be planting several small kisses on your lips after, i promise.
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eddiebun · 2 years
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Eddie's s/o wearing a pretty little collar with a tag that says "Belongs to Eddie Munson"
ik some people are strongly and vocally.. against dom!eddie or anything of the sorts and even i myself think he is a switch, but, i will more than pleasantly entertain this idea bc i’m a whore. hope its okay i added pet play themes?? i was gonna go the feline route but :(( puppy.. puppy so cute. italics = flashback/memories
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eddie is so sweet on you, you would never have to lift a finger in a relationship with him, always treating you like a royal little pet. stocking up your favourite snacks, making sure he wears your favourite shirt of his so when you ask for it, it can smell like him and every time he sits down to relax for you he makes sure to lean back and in case you wanted to rest your head in his lap.
you required— or wanted his undivided attention as long as you were in the room, following him around like a lost puppy, and that’s how you got the name.
“do you think this looks cute?” you asked eddie, looking in the mirror as you tried on one of his silver necklaces.
“you make anything look cute puppy.” he replied, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, your legs feeling weak all of a sudden.
“yeah but it doesn’t look as good on me as it does you..” you pouted, watching him through the mirror.
“well, hmm, what if we got you a little collar, because you’re a good little pet.” he scrunched his nose up and you hit him on the chest out of embarrassment, “a collar?!”
“mhm, look.” his hand came up, suddenly all of his fingers grasped around your neck, making sure your full divided attention was on him.
‘oh my god’ you kept chanting in your head, breath getting caught in your throat.
“don’t you think it would be cute?” he smushed his face against your cheek, pecking there softly, “maybe a little tag with my name on it too, hmm?” you felt his grip get tighter before you nodded eagerly.
that’s how you found yourself on your knees in front of eddie like the cute little pet you are for him, watching him pull out a real collar with a shiny tag adorned on the front of it, the material was pink and the tag a silver.
“look, it says, ‘belongs to eddie munson’ you see that puppy?” he showed you and your thumb grazed over the engraving, bouncing on your legs a little out of excitement.
he patted the top of your head before leaning in, pressing delicate kisses along your jaw. you jumped in surprise when you heard the collar clasp click into place securely and he laughed at your surprise, placing a firm kiss to your forehead before leaning back to appreciate his work.
you followed his gaze, fingers fiddling with the tag and he swore he could’ve risked it all there and then for you, you were so fucking cute and you were all his, just like the tag said.
“y’like it puppy?” he grinned, pressing his thumb to your bottom lip which you obediently pushed into your mouth, “love it so much, thank you, m’never gonna take it off.” you mumble against his thumb.
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