#oh eddie with a squished face how i adore you
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this promot was sent in by my lovely @joejoequinnquinn here.
prompt words were: chair, belt, “good girl” and smut 🧐
18+ no minors, talk of bdsm, two idiots in love, drug use, steve is mentioned in this off handedly, (i love adding him in at random) eddie, once again, talks about his dick, fluffy smut, Journey slander 😩, high activities, smut! be aware that the dialogue probably doesn’t make sense because they’re jenelle evans from teen mom 2 high
<1.3k eddie x fem reader
a trip to skull rock with a shared joint and a random piece of furniture, what could go wrong?
“Is this your idea of bdsm?”
Eddie tightens the belt around your wrists, a joint hanging slack from his lips, his eyes squinted with concentration, “FM?—the radio station?”
Looking back, it probably wasn’t the best idea to get higher than a kite on Easter with your boyfriend and then try to seduce one another. But alas, here you were.
The drive to skull rock was interesting to say the very least. Eddie claimed he knew how to get there only to have you traveling fifteen miles in the wrong direction— the ‘come back soon!’ sign should have been a giveaway.
“It’s an acro—af-ro—” your tongue felt like a piece of rubber in your mouth, you’d already mistaken it for gum once tonight, “Dan Aykroyd?”
“That guy from Ghost?”
The giggles took you over making you lose balance and tipping over the chair you were supposed to be sitting in, hitting the dirt with a soft little thud, hands still tied behind your back.
Eddie sat in the chair, looking down at you and shaking his head, knowing full well you both shouldn’t have smoked that last blunt. But you were so cute when you begged, he could never deny you.
“BDSM,” you continue, managing to sit up right, “it’s an acronym… but I dunno what for.”
“Oh, yeah—” Eddie scratched his head, eyes red and hazy, “I mean Harrington said it was pretty easy, and chicks went nuts over it, calling him ‘daddy’ and shit, begging to be choked.”
“‘Sir’ suits you better.”
“How about ‘Master’?”
“Now you’re pushin’ it.”
You’re intrigued. interests officially peaked as your scraped dirt under your nails, attempting a castle behind your back.
“Would I get a title? Is the peasant whore royal enough for such luxuries?”
Eddie frowns and puts the joint to your lips, “don’t call yourself that. I could punish you y’know.”
Your eyes widen as they follow the circle of smoke into the air, Eddie’s finger dancing around the center of it as if it were a ring.
He sighs audibly, loud like a bored child. Suddenly fixated on the chair he was sitting in.
“Did we bring this?”
You both burst into laughter, scaring away birds and monsters alike. Disrupting any bit of peace the forest animals had before two stoned idiots stumbled into the wilderness with a plan they had zero idea on how to execute.
BDSM in the woods, only Eddie Munson would think that was sexy.
He hoists you up, loosening the belt that was barely held on, holding your dirty hands in his, pulling you onto his lap so you’re straddling his narrow slutty boy hips.
Onyx would be jealous by your eyes alone, and Eddie’s looked downright demonic. Demon eyes in a cherubs face, that was your Eddie.
One of your favorite parts of being with him is how his weirdness meshed with yours. Whenever you got this high you could spend hours staring at his porcelain skin, wondering how in the hell he was crafted, molded, carved from the rarest of granite and marble stones and that he was yours— all yours.
Your hands walked across his face, counting his eyelashes to ten and starting again.
“Your lips are squishy,” you announce after a while of staring and not blinking,, “like gum— spongy, pink, could be almost made of cake.”
Eddie adored you, the way your eyebrows quirked like a cartoon when you were deep in thought or admiring his face.
“Definitely not cake, but you could taste them if you’d like?”
“Does it hurt?” you ask, removing your fingers from his mouth and squishing his cheeks.
“The boner you’re sitting on? Yeah, a bit.”
Your eyes widened in honest horror, “swear to God— I thought it was a flashlight.”
“Nope,” Eddie attempts a wink but ends up shutting both eyes for a collective six seconds, “that's all me baby.”
Hands lacing around his neck you grin stupidly into him, pressing your lips to the pretty plush that makes up his mouth. Pecking them with soft chicken like kisses.
His hands work the globe of your ass, squeezing, rubbing, spanking, as you bite along his collar bone, keeping your teeth marks printed into his skin— your own method of claiming him.
Buttons scatter along the dirt floor as you rip his shirt open, desperate to see the black widow that had been teasing you, the grotesque demonic zombie head that called the left side of his chest home. He promised someday the right side would be all yours.
Tracing your name into the blank space with your finger nail, Eddie lets out a low groan. Hooded eyes stare at you and his mouth is on yours before you can finish taking a breath.
It’s hot, uncoordinated in every way as the two of you claw at each other's pants in the mile high condition you were both in.
“Why…” you grunt struggling against his zipper, leaning backwards towards his knees, “..is this so difficult.”
Eddie looks down and grins lazily.
“Here, lemme help.” He unfastens the button on his jeans, wiggling his hips to shove hia jeans down enough so his cock stood like a tent in his checkered boxers.
“A picnic?” You gleam with red stark stars in your eyes, “for me?”
He pulls you forward, “oh baby, take all that you want.”
It’s quick, dirty, every bit of clumsy filled with shared laughs that were laced with whimpering moans as your bodies rock together, coming together so hard you nearly break the chair.
You buckle into him, fingers digging into his shoulders to hold yourself up. His spend on the belly of your shirt and the top of the waistband of your ‘easy access’ cotton shorts.
Nestling into him further you inhale the scent from the sweet burn of weed and sex clinging to his skin and the toothpaste that dribbled down his neck that wasn’t wiped off well enough.
His hands stroke your back lazily, lips pressed to your shoulder, cock softening on your thigh.
“What time is it?”
“Sweetheart, I couldn’t read my watch right now if I tried—everything is spinning.”
His face is pale, neck clammy with sweat.
“Gonna puke?”
“Tryin’ not—”
Holding tight to your waist and moving you over, he throws up the breakfast you had made at two in the afternoon. Eddie hurled and hurled until he shook from the ache of dry heaving.
Leaning back in the chair that you both couldn’t remember the exact whereabouts of how it appeared— he yawned with exhaustion.
“Let’s go home, take a hot shower, have a little nap?”
He nods and you help him up, pulling his hands until he’s flat footed, and you’re stumbling your way ahead of him.
“Jesus, I fucking came and barfed on your shirt.”
You shrug, slurring, “it’s okay— it’s yours anyway.”
He scoffs in bratty metal fashion, offended by your music knowledge or lack thereof, “I don’t own a ‘Journey’ shirt.”
Eddie pulls you back by the waist and examines the shirt, flipping the collar to see a sharpied ‘WM’ on the tag.
He geeks out a smile, the color of his irises bleaching back to dark brown, “better get that ‘good girl’ act ready— because Wayne is going to lose his fucking mind.”
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I NEED A EDDIE FACE RIDING
YES.
OH YES.
first of all thank u for the request, i appreciate your patience ♥ and second of all i imagine that eddie loooooves giving head and probably spends an unhealthy amount of time thinking about u sitting on his face like,,, pretty much since u met. sooo why don't we give the man what he wants right ?? <333
nsfw (18+) - minors dni !!!
word count - 1.1k
warnings - none really just some good ol' fashioned face riding
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fic under the cut,, thanks so much for reading and i hope u like it !! ♥
"B-But what if I squish you?"
"You're not gonna squish me, honey."
"But how will you breathe?"
Eddie's lips parted in a smug chuckle, thick lashes fluttering as he replied, "I'm not really worried about that either. There're worse ways to go."
Cheeks burning, you swatted at his chest, voice breaking in a shy whine, "Eddie!"
He simply caught your hands in his with a gentle laugh-- he gazed up at you from where he laid on your plush, pink bed, as you were sat on his stomach, knees tucked to either side of him. It wasn't like he'd never gone down on you before, in fact it was one of his favorite pastimes-- his words, not yours-- but now that he was asking you to sit on his face, you found yourself inexplicably nervous. You'd never tried it before, not just with him, but with anyone. Certainly you were intrigued, just worried about the logistics.
Lucky for you, Eddie had practically mastered calming your nerves by now, having familiarized himself with the quirks in your thought processing enough to break through them, when the situation called for it. Big brown eyes softening, he reassured you, "I'll be fine, I promise. I wouldn't ask you if I felt otherwise, m’kay?"
"A-Are you sure?"
"Positive. Now, have a seat, princess," He encouraged, tone dropping to that husky whisper that he knew always cut right through you, fingertips hooking into the hem of your thin cotton panties.
Blushing at his words, you buried your face in your hands as he helped you shimmy out of your underwear, but of course he was quick to call you out on such behavior. "Hey," Eddie warned, "C'mon, sweetheart, no hiding. Lemme see you, hm? Wanna see that pretty face while you ride mine."
That definitely didn't help with the blushing, but he'd convinced you all the same. You pulled your hands away, however hesitantly, tilting your chin down enough for him to see, though you still had a hard time meeting his eyes. His thumbs dragged back and forth on your soft thighs as he waited patiently for you to collect yourself. With a mildly unsure breath, you squeezed his hands for comfort before scooting yourself forward, hovering shakily over his face in what you could only guess was the right position. Your heart was hammering away inside your chest, accompanied by a familiar growing heat between your legs. For a moment, driven by anticipation, time slowed to a crawl.
Pupils swelling with lust and adoration, Eddie smooched lazily inward until his lips met your dripping cunt, pulling you downward by your hips until you were properly seated. Almost immediately your jaw dropped in a breathless gasp, “O-Oh, fuck, Eddie...”
With his mouth otherwise occupied, he couldn’t exactly reply with words, but the slight chuckle he let out against you was enough to communicate his pride, both in himself, and in you for trusting him. Clearly you were right to do so. His tongue slipped teasingly inside you before trailing upward to swirl around your jewel, and you drew in a sharp breath in response, hips bucking forward as your shaking hands quickly found purchase in his thick, curly hair. The motion only seemed to encourage him.
Sucking harshly on your clit, his tongue slid forward to flick at the swollen bud, sending waves of white hot pleasure through you. You let out a broken cry, trying desperately to keep still as your hips trembled above him, thighs tightening over his ears. Face burning, you subconsciously began rocking into his ministrations, the (perhaps irrational) fear of suffocating him slowly melting away to make room for the glittering heat that was pooling up inside you. As if to encourage you further, he tugged you down just a little more by the plush your thighs, fingertips printing into your skin until you fully relaxed your weight into him.
He lapped at you greedily with a satisfied hum that ricocheted through your core, making you jolt and clutch his hair at the roots. Your breathing faltered, chest rising and falling in stutters, and as you looked down to check on him, you nearly thought you would faint-- Eddie looked exceptionally good between your legs, the inky black of his pupils swallowing up almost every last trace of that familiar coffee color as he raked up the length of your quivering body with a hunger you almost couldn’t believe. By the looks of it he was in his element, and he was enjoying himself just about as much as you were. After all, he’d been waiting on this for a while.
Dragging the flat of his tongue up the length of your cunt, collecting a pool of your slick arousal in his hot mouth, the two of you moaned almost perfectly in sync. His hands slid upward and back behind your hips, cradling your body and rocking you into himself a bit harder than you were on your own, sending white hot pulses of pleasure deeply through you with every seemingly minute bump of his nose against your heat. As much as you hesitated to admit it, you could feel your peak looming on the horizon already, and quickly at that. Surely he could tell, but Eddie certainly wasn’t cutting you any breaks, the devil that he is.
“E-Eddie,” You gasped, blushing body misted with a thin sheet of sweat, hands fisted tightly into his locks. “I’m close, I-I’m getting close--”
Your words trailed off as he sucked your swollen, aching clit between his lips, before pulling back with a soft pop just enough to free himself to speak. “No one’s stoppin’ ya, doll,” He mused, taking a short moment to catch his breath before he continued to mercilessly devour you.
As if his encouragement was the only thing holding you back, your eyes screwed shut and you let out a breathy, high pitched whine as that coil deep in your stomach wound itself tight, and then snapped. Sparks showered over you in rhythmic waves, and you couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed anymore as your pussy clenched around nothing, and your cum flooded his tongue. Grinning against you as he held you down by your thighs to lick you clean, he truly looked like the embodiment of the cat who got the cream.
Only once he was satisfied with his own performance did he let go of you with a parting squeeze of the flesh, fingertips trailing softly down the length of your legs, and in the aftermath, it quite tickled-- it was hard not to giggle a bit as you jolted away from him, toppling over on to the bed beside him as he tried to subtly regain control of his breathing. His lips and cheeks glistened with your arousal, and donned a proud smirk.
Eddie reached for you, rubbing your back as you shook and caught your own breath. “Good girl,” He hummed. “I take it that wasn’t so bad, huh?”
#goddess on the mountain top#summit of beauty and love#venustext#sintext#stranger things#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson smut
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Congrats for 2k! You totally deserve it and i love you writing sm <3 to celebrate, could i ask for 🍓 with Eddie with this dialogue “you’re so pretty.” “I’m what?” “I said you’re so pretty.”? where reader is admiring Eddie in every possible way and he can't believe when she tell him he's pretty
summary: eddie gets flustered when you call him pretty
gn!reader 0.6k words
Eddie’s heart is going a mile per minute. And all you’re doing is holding his hand.
“So like, Robin said Steve lost it, but he said she lost it, so now I don’t— Eddie? Are you okay?”
Eddie blinks. He realises you’ve stopped walking and you’re staring at him, a concerned pout on your pretty features. He resists the urge to squish your cheeks.
You’re looking at him expectantly. Eddie doesn’t exactly know why. He’d stopped listening to your voice the moment you’d grabbed his hand.
“W-What?” He stammers, then desperately tries to stabilise his voice. “Sorry, what did you say?”
Your frown only grows deeper. Eddie wants desperately to kiss it away.
“I said are you okay?” You repeat slowly. “You’re quiet.”
“Oh, I’m fine,” Eddie says, too loud. He tones it down when he sees your concern grow, shrugging like he’s not bothered at all. “Just thinking, I guess.”
You tilt your head to the side, confusion pulling at your brows. You look adorable like this. Like a puppy. “About what?” You ask, squeezing his hand.
Eddie wonders if his hand is sweating. Then he wonders if you’d find it gross if it was.
“It’s a secret,” he says, because he was definitely thinking about you and he’s not about to admit that.
A grin spreads across your face slowly. Eddie watches the corners of your lips quirk up and a few of your teeth appear and almost melts into a puddle.
“Really?” You ask, like you’re as enthralled by him as he is by you.
Eddie nods. “Mhm. Really.”
You stare at him and Eddie thinks for a second that maybe he’s said something wrong. Or done something wrong. But then you’re pointing to a spot in his hair.
“You’ve got something in your— wait, let me.” You push up onto your toes and Eddie tries not to breathe too loud or too fast when you lean over him and pull something out of his hair. You’re gentle as ever, touch so feather light Eddie wouldn’t have felt it if he wasn’t so fixated on you. Your scent washes over him for one blissful second. Sweet, flowery, something like honey and lavender.
You pull away with a tiny leaf pinched between your fingers. “A leaf,” you say amusedly, flicking it away.
All at once you and Eddie both seem to realise how close you are. You’ve stepped into his space to retrieve the rogue leaf, and you haven’t yet stepped out. Your hand is still in his and your faces are inches apart. You’re staring at Eddie so intensely he thinks he might die. He’s about to make some stupid joke about leaves when you say,
“You’re really pretty.”
Eddie startles. He’s not quite sure he heard you right. “I’m what?”
You giggle, a breathless, lilting sound that has Eddie’s heart soaring. “I said you’re really pretty,” you say lightly, like it’s a normal thing to say, like Eddie doesn’t feel like he’s on fire from head to foot right now. “Your eyes especially.”
Eddie thinks he’s dreaming. He blinks extra hard to make sure he’s not. “Th-thanks…” he stutters, hardly embarrassed by it because his mind is too busy repeating your compliment over and over, like a broken record.
You beam. “You’re welcome. C’mon, let’s go, or Dustin’ll have our heads for being late.”
You take off walking, your hand in his. Eddie has no choice but to follow. You’re at the Henderson’s front door by the time he remembers to tell you he thinks you’re pretty, too. You smile so big Eddie’s sure it hurts your cheeks.
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another one for the @steddieholidaydrabbles
Day 12
prompt: only one bed | rated: t | word count: 998 | tags: sleepover, finding comfort, coming to conclusions, soft boys cuddling, open ending
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Steve can’t sleep.
He’s been tossing and turning for god knows how long but nothing seems to work. The air in the room is stuffy, the light from the street lamp outside shines too bright through the open blinds, and the fucking noise...
Ugh!
He hates himself for ending up here in the first place. Squished between the wall and Eddie fucking Munson who’s dead asleep on his back, happily snoring, legs and arms splayed out like he owns the fucking place.
Okay, maybe because he does. It's his bed after all.
They’ve been hanging out at the trailer – Eddie, Steve, Robin, and Vickie. And they really had a great time, that’s not the problem. The problem is, that Steve let himself be talked into having ‘just one beer’ and one turned into three which would’ve been fine, really. He could’ve sobered up enough to drive them home by the end of the night. But then Eddie had to bring out the good stuff and- Well.
Him and the girls decided to stay overnight. But unfortunately, Rob and Vic called dibs on the folding couch and while Steve would’ve been fine to sleep on the floor (‘Just hand me a blanket, I really don’t mind.’) Eddie insisted that his bed was big enough for two.
So, here he is now. Lying awake next to the loudest snorer in history, unable to get some much-needed sleep.
Steve turns again, facing Eddie now. He looks at the mess of tangled hair, the starfish-like display of limbs, the half-parted lips, and despite his annoyance he can’t bite back a quiet chuckle.
Eddie looks adorable.
I mean... like a dork!
The sound of his snoring has turned into a muffled sound, almost like he’s talking in his sleep but Steve can’t really make out the words. And then Eddie moves, turns to his side and-
You have got to be kidding me!
One of Eddie's hands sneaks around his middle the same time he hooks one leg over Steve’s. Eddie shuffles closer, pressing his nose into coarse hair - inhaling deeply, sighing contently in his sleep.
Steve feels trapped, doesn’t know what to do. He can't just push Eddie away, doesn’t want to startle him awake by wiggling out of his grasp because Eddie looks so... comfortable. So cosy, all curled up against Steve’s body.
And it kinda feels nice because Eddie is warm and his skin is soft and the snoring has stopped, which is a big plus.
Surely, he’ll let go and turn back around if Steve just waits a little while. There’s no need to make a big deal out of it.
“Hmm, 's nice," Eddie mumbles.
Steve can feel his lips moving against his chest and it sends a hot blush to his face.
“Eddie? You awake?” Steve tries but gets no verbal response from the other man. Eddie just tightens his grip, moves even closer to Steve.
The digits on the alarm clock tell him it’s 02:23. He should be asleep by now. He’s so tired, can barely keep his eyes open. Eddie’s skin is so soft and warm and Steve tries to keep his own body from sinking further into the embrace but it feels nice to be held like that. To feel someone else's skin on his own. It should be weird - because that someone is Eddie - but somehow, it's not.
The monotonous sound of Eddie’s now calm breathing works like magic, makes him drift deeper and deeper into a peaceful sleep.
☀️
“Good morning, sunshine.”
Steve blinks and forces one eye open. He's greeted by a blinding smile that competes with the light of the sun shining through the window.
“M’rning,” Steve mumbles sleepily in return.
He doesn’t want to get up, wants to sleep a little longer. He wants to stay hidden from the world just a couple more minutes.
Steve ducks his head back down, scoots closer, crawls back into the comfort of Eddie’s arms where it’s warm and safe and-
Oh.
He freezes when he realises the position they're in – an arm wrapped around his shoulder, his own draped over Eddie's waist. Tangled legs. Steve’s face tucked into the space between Eddie’s shoulder and neck.
Oh fuck.
Eddie doesn’t seem to mind though. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t push him away. Just lets Steve hold him and even starts drawing circles to the skin on his back.
It feels so fucking nice.
“Hmmm.” Steve hums, nearly moans when he feels Eddie's nails scraping along his neck and into his hair line, sending a tingling sensation through his body.
“You like that?” Steve feels Eddie’s hoarse, sleepy voice vibrating on his lips where they’re connected to his throat - feather light, barely touching.
“Feels good,” Steve answers, lips grazing Eddie's skin almost like a tender kiss. Almost.
Beside him Eddie shivers, inhales shakily as he pulls Steve closer into his arms.
They stay like that for a while in comfortable silence, gentle hands stroking long lines up and down Steve's back in steady motion. They're holding each other closer than they should be allowed to. Because they’re friends and that’s not usually what friends do.
“I could stay like this forever,” Eddie whispers and Steve secretly agrees. Thinks he could live in Eddie’s arms, wouldn’t mind if he held him like this, always.
But forever is a dream and always an illusion.
They both know the moment is over when they can hear the girls talking in the living room. They’ll have to let each other go and get up. Forget about this and pretend it never happened.
Steve peels himself off reluctantly, keeps one hand placed on Eddie’s side. He's not quite ready to leave.
Their eyes meet and there’s a sad smile on Eddie’s face. Steve wants to kiss it better, knows he can't.
He shouldn’t want this but Eddie is right there; hesitating, like he doesn't want to let go either and maybe...
"Stevie?"
Yeah, maybe.
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SPOILERS
PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN THE NEW EPISODE YET! (I mean unless you really want to I guess, then go ahead, but you have been warned!)
Not my heart rate being over 100 while watching 7x03! I need a few minutes to decompress this episode was too much for me!
The moment Buck and Eddie found Bobby and they both smiled at him I screamed and kicked my feet (I think that every time I see Eddie smile I fall in love with how adorable he looks even more🤭). I also screamed and kicked my feet when Bobby and Athena reunited because I really love them and I was so relieved that Bobby was ok!
Also the moment where Tommy opens the helicopter door to show Hen that Buck, Eddie and Chimney are already there… that was pretty funny!
I’ve gotta say that I’m happy that the cruise ship arc. I really don’t think I could handle another episode of it with how stressful it was to watch. Like I knew realistically that they’d be ok, but it certainly didn’t make it less stressful to watch…🫠
I can’t quite find a gif that visualizes how I was feeling while watching this episode so I’ll just try to explain…
Most of the time I was holding/squishing my face and whisper yelling “Oh my god! No no no no! Why!? Bobby, BOBBY I SWEAR TO GOD! You better get out of there and not freaking hurt yourself!” I also said “Oh my gosh I CAN’T!” a lot.
I was also wondering if they were gonna find the little boy, I was happy when they did.
Anyway I digress, I did enjoy the episode despite the stress and elevated heart rate it caused me, and I’m happy that we’re returning to a hopefully less high stress episode next week! And I can’t freaking wait to see why the episode is called “Buck, Bothered and Bewildered”!
#911 abc#9-1-1#eddie diaz#evan buckley#chimney han#hen wilson#athena grant#bobby nash#118 firefam#118 firefam reunited#911 7x03#911 spoilers
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This one’s about Robin and Nancy getting a job together.
Robin ignored Steve as she rifled through her closet. He was pouting up a storm but nothing was going to change her decision.
“I can’t believe you’re abandoning me.”
“I didn’t realize I was your mommy Steve.”
“You know what I mean. Together. We’re always together.”
“We’ve had two jobs together. I think it’s about time we cut the cord.” Robin finally found a shirt she liked and pulled it out. Now for some pants. Something that she wouldn’t mind getting dirty.
“The heck am I supposed to do at Family Video now? Talk to Keith?”
“You could always quit and work somewhere else. Even I wouldn’t subject you to that.”
Steve’s arms were crossed and he was leaning against her door frame, bottom lip jutting out. It never worked on Robin but he did it anyway.
“Keith said he’s already looking for someone to replace you. I just know they’re gonna be the worst.”
Robin began to undress and Steve did the customary turn around. “Chin up. A stranger is just a friend you haven’t met yet.” She had a mischievous grin, knowing Steve couldn’t see it.
Robin was starting a new job at the pet store. More importantly, she was starting at the pet store with Nancy.
“Oh aren’t you just the cwutest-wootest-wooshie-sqwooshie widdle buddy”, Robin cooed while squishing the face of an adoring rottweiler puppy.”
Nancy just looked at her tolerantly as she went about feeding the birds.
“Gigi said they like it when you talk to them”, Robin said.
“They’re animals. They can’t understand what you say”, Nancy replied.
“I think some of the meaning gets through. Like our feelings can transcend language barriers.”
“Whatever you say.”
Robin cradled the puppy in her arms as she watched Nancy move about the store. “I know you’re only here cause that radio job didn’t pan out, but you could try to have fun here.”
Nancy let out a sigh like she was talking to a child. “It’s a job, Robin. It’s not supposed to be fun.”
“We are being paid to hang around god’s cutest creatures. Tell me how that’s not fun?” She then got closer and used the puppy’s paw to pat Nancy on the shoulder. “Tell us.”
The puppy licked at Robin’s hand and then looked at Nancy, as if he was too asking her to explain why she wasn’t enjoying herself. Unable to resist two sets of puppy eyes, Nancy allowed herself a small smile.
But before she could answer, the phone rang. Nancy had the giant bag of feed, so Robin went to go answer it.
“Leo St Pet Shop. How can I help you?”
“You knew”, Steve’s voice hissed in a whisper.
“Knew what~?”
“You knew the new employee was going to be Eddie!”
“Maybe~”, Robin grinned.
“This isn’t funny, Rob. You gave me no time to prep. I thought we were friends. How could you do this to me?”
“Steve. He’s your friend and co-worker now. Just handle the tapes and clock out and like, get a beer or do what guys do after work.”
“I’m gonna have your ass for this Bucks.”
“My ass isn’t the one you should be focusing on.”
“Robi-”
She hung up and turned back to Nancy. “Steve’s just a drama queen. He’ll be fine.”
“You didn’t tell him Eddie applied to Family Video?”
“He likes surprises. Well, I like surprising him and he likes my surprises whether he likes them or not.”
Nancy looked at her, incredulous. “I don’t know what’s worse, being your friend or your enemy.”
“Well would you rather be subjected to facing your inner feelings or getting a face full of fire?”
Her jaw clenched and Nancy seriously looked like she was considering it. “Hard to choose.”
Robin put the puppy back with his siblings. “Well, lucky for you, the feelings things is reserved for my best friend. And I’m all out of molotov cocktails. So you’re safe from both.”
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Steve survived Day 1 of working with Eddie somehow. And the days that followed. While he was constantly doing a tight rope act, being totally normal around a guy he absolutely did not want to climb like a tree, his other half (she was no longer his better half after betraying him) was having the time of her life.
Robin and Nancy went out to lunch everyday, Robin had all sorts of stories about what they got up to.
“I heard her doing the baby voice with the new kittens Steve. It was adorable. I thought I was gonna die.”
“I’m sooooo glad you’re enjoying yourself”, Steve said as he followed her through the bookstore. “Don’t worry about me spiraling or anything.”
Robin had half a mind to chuck a novel at him. But instead, she simply rolled up a magazine and bonked him with it. “You need to get a hold of yourself. Whatever happened to that Harrington charm?”
“It doesn’t work on Eddie.”
“Have you tried?”
The silence spoke for itself and all Robin could do was shake her head and smile. “You’ll figure it out. If not, maybe Eddie will.”
Robin had better things to do than to see Steve through a crisis that wasn’t really a crisis. She bought her book and when they left the store, Argyle was there, right on time.
“Hey Birdie. Whaddup Loverboy?”
“Sup, Waver Rider. Thanks for the pick up”, Robin said, getting into the passenger side.
“You need a lift too?”, Argyle asked Steve.
“I’m good. Got a couple more errands to run.”
The two left him on the sidewalk. While parting ways, neither Robin nor Steve knew what the rest of the day had in store for them.
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When their respective shifts ended, Nancy had been picked up by Argyle and Robin got picked up by Steve. Robin immediately bull dozed him with words but about five minutes in, she realized he was being unresponsive.
“Hey. Did something happen today?”
“You first. Clearly something went down between you and Nancy.”
“Uh, you first, because something clearly went down between you and Eddie.”
“Robin. Go.”
No, Steve go.”
“If I tell you what happened, you’ll call me a slut.”
Robin scoffed. “I called you that once when you got high and snuggled with Jonathan. You should’ve seen Eddie’s face then, you harlot.”
“That’s why you should go first.”
Unable to keep it in any longer, Robin went ahead. “We kissed Steve! Ahhh!” She grabbed his arm and shook it a little.
“Tell me everything! Now!”
“Okay, so that thing happened again. You know where she’s talking to the birds and I think she’s talking to me and so I say something and she has to say ‘I was talking to the birds’.”
“Right, yeah”, Steve nodded.
Robin really did tell him everything, describing pretty much the entire day and every touch and look that led to them kissing under the counter.
“God that was probably the weirdest place for a first kiss but also kinda perfect somehow? Anyone, some rando came in and I bumped my head. Nancy was perfect, didn’t skip a beat. Helped him out and everything.”
“And then?”
“And then, uh, then she asked me if that was okay.”
“And it was, right?”
“Was it, Steve?”
The conversation had taken them longer, so Steve was looking for a decent drive through. “Was it okay? Robs, me and Nancy are completely done. You’re the one trying to set me up with Eddie.”
“By the way, how’s that going?”
“Number 1, large coke, no ice”, Steve said out the window when he found a good place.
“Number 3, extra pickles, orange soda”, Robin ordered after him.
Steve gave her a look of disgust.
“What? I’ve already kissed her Steve.”
“Yeah but have some respect my my own nose. I still gotta drive you home.”
“Just for that, I should’ve gotten onion rings too. Anyway, you and Eddie. Spill.”
Steve paid at the window and handed the bags of food over to Robin. “Okay...so...” He drummed his fingers against the wheel as he gathered the nerve. “We kissed too.”
“Holy shit you kissed him!”, Robin was about to celebrate when she saw the look on his face. “Holy shit you did more than that.”
“Alright, I’m not giving details on this part, but...these aren’t the same pants I wore to work today.”
Robin let out a dramatic gasp. “You slut.”
“I knew you’d say that!”
“I’m getting hot and bothered over a kiss and you’re getting frisky at the video store!”
“Yeah, you under the counter and me in the backroom. Guess we’re both deviants.”
Robin picked off some of the extra pickles from her burger and chomped down. “Between that and the hell dimension with nightmare monsters, which do you think the townspeople will be more scandalized by?”
Steve kept the window cracked to fight any lingering pickle smells. “I think they’d tie. But the greatest crime will be you trying to kiss a girl with pickle breath.”
Robin shoved him with her free hand and they turned the conversation to other topics. Maybe Robin should’ve told him she had applied for another job and maybe she should've told him that Eddie would be her replacement. But all’s well the ends well. And if they’re both making out with their co-workers, that seemed about as well as it could get.
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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄
pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader
tags: mostly fluff, slight angst, a feeling of love accompanied by impending doom, u can pretend vol 2 happens or just dont, soft!eddie, swearing, established relationship
summary: you stay with eddie while hiding out at lover’s lake. you prefer him over everything else.
a/n: don’t. just don’t. just read it and try to heal.
February is Eddie’s favorite month. He tells you it's because the syllables roll off his tongue so gently, a word that just sounds so easy on the ears, better to reminisce about. Although, it’s really because Valentine’s Day is his favorite holiday instead of Halloween, where he can use that infamous phrase of ‘love is in the air’ to easily reel you in for rom-com date nights and stolen kisses in his stuffy bedroom.
He’d never admit that though. You don’t need him to, anyways.
Instead of roses, Eddie likes giving you handpicked bouquets of pink apple blossoms whenever they’re in season. A little ways off Hawkins, there’s this tiny orchard that he visits specifically for flowers — he says he’s read in a children’s book that all kinds of flowers have different languages, but he likes what apple blossoms have to offer the most.
‘What do these little guys say?’ You’d ask him.
He’d smile with those big, brown eyes of his and tilt his head at you endearingly, ‘I prefer you over everything else.’
You suppose it’s his way of saying ‘I love you.’ You’ll take it. You’ll take anything.
Eddie likes quality time and acts of service. Honestly, the boy himself is a walking pastiche of all five love languages. He is love, he is kind, and he is yours. Your metalhead wonderboy, the unstoppable and fiery twenty-year old with the biggest heart and an even bigger determination to finally get his diploma, a gentle nerd with chestnut-haired locks that bounce on his silly head whenever he walks because he constantly has a pep in his step ever since he’s met you.
If only Hawkins felt the same. You don’t know how many hours it’s been since the whole town — both metaphorically and literally— has lit their torches and grabbed their shotguns in search of your boyfriend, but the peace takes away from the chaos that is the witch hunt for a nonexistent cult leader.
He’s just a boy.
And now it’s just the two of you. Here, alone at the edge of Lover’s Lake, sitting atop a blue tarp inside this flimsy, hanging boat while Robin, Steve, Dustin, and Max have gone out to get some supplies.
The birds are chirping, the clouds part in the bluing sky, the water ripples pleasantly while you admire the quiet and Eddie admires you. He squishes his face against the heel of his palm, eyes pinned on your sunken look, the way your stare falls on the wet leaves beneath your once-white shoes.
The boat swings ever-so-slightly as he nudges your thigh with his knee. His voice is barely above a whisper, raspy and cracked but seeping with adoration. “Hey, you.”
You smile, and so does Eddie as soon as he sees a flash of your teeth. “Hey, yourself.”
“What’s going on in that big, fat brain of yours? Hm?”
He scoots over, engulfing your hand with his. You lean your cheek on his shoulder, lashes fluttering with bliss and mouth twitching into a soft grin when you feel his lips stow a tender kiss to your scalp.
“Oh, thoughts. You wouldn’t know.” You coo teasingly. He eagerly runs his thumb over your knuckles, keen to the chipped black polish on your nails before he’s turning your fingers over and tracing the lines on your palm.
“Well, maybe… if you shared said thoughts with me, babe… I might finally get inspiration to conjure some up for myself.” Eddie shrugs, nuzzling his head against yours. He lets out a chuckle when he hears a faint thrum coming from the headphones around your neck, tangled wires leading to the beat-up walkman on your lap. “Still this song?”
Valentine’s Day. Bruce Springsteen.
Funny.
He thinks back to your second date — a date that was meant to be formal, or so he thought. Showed at your front door with a button-up, sleeves rolled and a pinstripe vest that was such a contrast to your Metallica shirt and baggy jeans. He remembers having hotwired a fancy car, just to impress you, only for that damned song to come on the radio as soon as you buckled yourself in.
Eddie replays your laugh from that night over and over again. Fuck, he’s blushing just thinking about it.
You glance at the horizon. “S’comforting, I suppose. Makes me think of you and… not all that other stuff. Like the stuff they say about you. The assumptions.”
“Well… what they say… I don’t know…” He sighs, playing with the matching skull ring on your hand. There’s a flicker of affliction in his dark pupils, a dilemma evident on the sudden furrow of his brows as you nervously turn to look at each other. “Do — do you think they’re right?”
You purse your lips into a pained frown and reach up to cup his cheek. “I know you better than anyone else, Eds. They’re not even close. Not one bit.”
“They don’t know me.” He pulls you closer, breath fanning over your chin as he holds you by the nape of your neck like a lifeline.
Unsinkable. Unwavering. You’re the buoy, but he hates being the crashing tide.
“They don’t.”
“No, they don’t know me like you know me.” Eddie rasps, and you swear you see tears in his eyes as he blinks up to meet your gaze. You touch foreheads, squeezing and tugging at each other’s hands until you feel his plump lips ghost over your own. “You just know me, Y/N.” He nudges the bridge of his nose against yours, his porcelain skin soft under your fingertips while something of a whimper escapes him. “Can I kiss you? I’m sorry, I… fuck, I must look like an absolute mess. But god, when am I not? It’s just… you’re so perfect, and you’re here. You’re here right now, and you never — never run from me.”
You brush his hair back, tucking the curly strands behind his ears. “I would never run from you.”
“Good. That’s what I like to hear.” He laughs against your skin, gaze fixating on your tongue before he’s gently nipping at your bottom lip. “Cause I’d say I’m a pretty good runner. I’d catch you, alright. Scout’s honor.”
“Okay.” You breathe out. “Catch me, then.”
Your hand jolts out from behind you to grasp onto the side of the boat as Eddie lurches forward and cradles your face in his palms. His mouth is warm, gentle but all at once needy and rushed. His lips are an invitation to seeing what he really feels — terrified, nervous, uncertain. He has nothing to worry about, not when you’re here, not when everyone is trying to keep him safe.
He’s safe. He’s safe. He’s safe.
He may be the crashing tide, but he’s what keeps you moving.
Wherever his touch wanders, you swear his fingerprints sear themselves into you. Your hip. Your thigh. Your belly and the dip in your collarbone. His lips burn even more, hot against the junction of your neck, leaving rose-colored hickies and bitemarks pricking at your skin like thorns of a stem.
You could lose yourself in him.
Just as long as you don’t lose him.
“Eds… I…” You hesitantly break away, arms still wounded over his shoulders as he keeps you planted on his lap. “I think I’m gonna need you.”
“You think or you know?”
“Know.” Your eyes are pleading. “I just really need you from here on out.” His heart nearly splits at the sight. “Don’t wanna lose you, to whatever this is, to whatever’s going on.”
He hooks his thumb underneath your chin. Assurance falling from his tongue as if he knew of the unknown. “We’re gonna be okay, yeah? You’re not losing me. Can’t get rid of me that easily when I plan on holdin’ out till graduation, right?”
“Oh, just graduation?” You giggle, shying from the way he pecks the corners of your lips. “And after?”
“After… hm… well, I don’t know what’s after.” Eddie grins widely, brows shooting up while his head blissfully lolls to the side and he trails his gaze over your features. “But that’s why I have you. We can always figure out what’s after. Together. I don’t mind not having an after just yet as long as it’s us in the end.”
You nod. “Okay.”
He nods back. “Okay.”
Then he’s pulling you back in for another kiss. No longer a crashing tide, but a tranquil wave crawling to shore. Soothing. Gentle. Enough for you to swim into him and come back out. You moan into him, nearly yelping as your bodies come pummeling to the floor of the little boat.
There’s leaves in his hair, you’re straddling him, music echoing from your headphones even as you toss them aside and let Eddie wrap his inked arms around your waist. It’s clumsy, far from adorable or perfect, but it’s romantic. It feels like Valentine’s Day. It feels like apple blossoms and utterances of flower languages. Orchards in the summer. Hotwired cars and mismatched outfits. Metallica and Springsteen.
“Y/N?”
I know you. I know you. I know you.
“Yeah?”
They don’t know me like you know me.
“I… I love you over everything else.”
You’ll take it. You’ll take it and run with it. Ignore that damned feeling of doom in the back of your head. Ignore the sensation of your throat tightening whenever he speaks to you, the weight of his words and that hopeful glint in his brown eyes.
Above all. Above everything. Love is enough.
“I love you over everything else, Eddie Munson.”
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All Night Long
Summary: Eddie pays you a visit at night, and he has some news for you, something regarding a bet. Fluffiness ensues (and maybe a little bit more).
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Word count: 1,9k
Warnings: making out, mentions for sex, implied sexual content, a little bit of spiciness (some over-the-clothes action), so just in case I'm rating this as mature (so you know the drill, minors DNI please)
Notes: Oof, I was aiming for fluff, but when I went to add the sugar I accidentally added too much spice instead. Oh, well. This one is set more or less at the same time as the previous one. Eddie deserves all the good things in the world and whoever disagrees is just wrong. Again, if you spot any mistakes, please feel free to warn me and I'll correct it right away, and feedback is always welcome and appreciated. I truly hope you enjoy this.
Reader is female, but no physical descriptions provided (other than being gorgeous, that is!)
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A knock on your window startled you out of the world your head had currently found refuge in. Fumbling for a bookmark (because you seriously thought dog-earing should be considered a federal crime), you heard a second, softer thump on the glass.
“Alright, alright, Munson, I’m coming.”
Hopping out of your bed and moving closer to the window, you steeled your heart for what you were about to see, having been spooked one too many times to think he would just be waiting normally for you. Sure enough, his face was squished right against the glass, tongue out, piggy nose and cross-eyed.
“Don’t you ever get tired of almost giving me a heart attack everytime?” you said after opening the window “And why are you coming through the window?”
“Can’t let your folks find out you’re mingling with such bad influences now, can we?” he said, folding his arms on the windowsill and laying his chin on them, all the while balancing himself on a tree branch.
“Eddie,” you sighed, lips threatening to curve up into a soft smile “you know my parents adore you.”
“How can you be so certain? For all I know they may be plotting against me for corrupting their precious daughter.” he hissed, trying to appear intimidating (but only managing to sound incredibly cute).
“They invite you and your uncle over for every single holiday. And they never forget to buy you that candy you like for Halloween.”
“Even after everything?”
You nodded, reaching over to push his bangs away from his eyes. Eyes that looked somewhat… haunted.
“Even after everything.”
He shrugged, as if all you said only now dawned on him.
“That’s true.” he paused, looking between you and the open window “Sooo, are you gonna let me in? I feel like there are already splinters in my ass from this damn branch!”
“You’re wearing jeans!” you giggled, amused about his antics, before stepping back “Come on in.”
He braced his hands on the windowsill and used his legs to push himself away from the tree and into your room. As he stepped one foot on the floor and went to stand up, his other one got caught in the windowsill, making him lose his balance. You tried moving closer to catch him, but suddenly your back was against the ground, him having gracelessly tumbled over you, one of his hands shooting out to hold the back of your head so it wouldn’t bang against the floor.
“Way to make an entrance, Munson.”
“Yeah, yeah, sweetheart. The lunch ladies at the cafeteria would say the same.” he said as he lifted himself on his forearms, his face hovering just a few inches from yours “Hi.”
“Hi.” you cooed back.
He smiled and dipped his head down, aiming for a kiss, but you turned your head away at the last second, making him miss. Instead, his lips came in contact with the corner of your mouth.
“You are not a bad influence, Eddie. You shouldn’t be so hard on yourself.” you smiled softly up at him, before your sweet grin turned into a mischievous smirk “If anything, it is your uncle that should be worried. I’m the one dating a high schooler after all.”
“Oh, hardy har har.” he rolled his eyes “I told you, this is my year, I’m pretty sure I’m off to graduation real soon.”
“I know, I believe you.” and you truly did.
He only smiled down at you and tried kissing you again and this time you let him. His surprisingly soft lips met your own in a sweet, almost chaste kiss, before he was pulling away and nudging your nose with his.
“How was your day?” he asked softly, before suddenly he was jumping off you and onto his feet “Oh! You must be pretty uncomfortable down there. Here, let’s move this to somewhere more comfortable.”
He extended a hand in order to pull you up (and almost ripped your shoulder out of its socket while doing so) and led you to your bed. He paused, examining your sheets before picking up the book you had been reading.
“One Hundred Years of Solitude.” he read out loud “Is it any good?”
“It is.” you smiled softly as he read the first page “You should give it a try sometime, I think you’ll like it.”
“Can I borrow it after you’re finished? I promise to care for it like it’s my first born.” he raised his eyebrows, clearly finding himself hilarious.
“Sure. You’re one of the few people I trust with my books and you know that.”
He hummed in satisfaction before carefully placing the paperback on your nightstand. With your sheets now cleared, he sat down on your bed, back propped against the headboard, and pulled you down to straddle his hips.
“Now where was I? Right,” Eddie placed a soft, quick peck on your lips “how was your day?”
“It was good.” you answered with a peck of your own, which elicited a smile from him “Mateo was complaining about Mr. Fuzzytail again.”
“That stray cat he found a few years ago?”
“Yeah, the very same. Apparently the little thing is a lot older than he originally thought, has been getting sick a lot. He said he was taking him to the vet as soon as possible to figure out what’s wrong.”
“Hmm.” he pressed his lips to your cheek “Not to be rude to Mr. Fuzzytail or anything, but why are we talking about the feline troubles of one of your coworkers? One, might I add, that doesn’t even work the same shift as you do?”
“He might have mentioned wanting to swap shifts?” you phrased it like a question, but knew by the way Eddie’s head perked up that it had spiked his interest “Depending on what the vet says? He mentioned something about not working at the same time as his girlfriend so one of them is always at home with the old furball.”
“And…?”
“And, if I can convince him to swap shifts with me, that way I can start coming to your campaigns.” you averted your eyes, slightly embarrassed, lowering your voice to an almost whisper before adding “I know how much it means to you.”
After a beat of silence you glanced back at him only to notice him staring at you, eyes unreadable. You swallowed thickly, afraid you might have crossed a line, when he quickly lunged at you, large hands holding you up by the small of your back, and his lips enveloped your own in a feverish, passionate kiss. Your teeth clashed together as he put more force into it, nipping at your bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth as he pulled away.
“You’re perfect, you know that, sweetheart?” he said breathlessly, an almost dreamy expression crossing his features while his hands moved to hold you by your waist.
“Hmmm” you kissed him again, much softer this time, a cheeky grin forming on your lips “I did not know that.”
“Then I’ve not been doing my job properly.” he kissed you once, twice, three times softly before smiling mischievously at you “What a neglectful boyfriend I have been.”
You nodded your head as his feather light kisses shifted onto your cheek, passing your jaw and down the column of your throat. One of your hands tangled on his curls, your nails running over his scalp, which prompted a small whimper from him.
“Let me make it up to you?” he asked, nipping against the skin of your neck.
While you hated to cut his (and your own) fun short, you wanted to hear more of his voice before you took it any further. Cupping his jaw with one hand, the other one never leaving his soft, messy locks, you guided his lips to meet your own once more.
“First, tell me:” you said between kisses “how was your day?”
His entire body froze.
“Oh!” his head shot up, almost bonking against your own, which made him giggle in turn (yes, you prided yourself in being the only person to ever hear Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson giggle) “I almost forgot. The craziest thing happened today!”
You huffed, only mildly annoyed at having to stop kissing his inviting lips, but you were the one who asked him to talk about his day after all.
“What happened?”
“The boys from Hellfire made a bet.”
You stared at him, puzzled.
“A bet?”
“A bet. And that’s not even the worst part. They made a bet about me.” he tilted his head from one side to another “Well, in fact it was about us.”
“What?” you squealed quizzically “What about us?”
“They didn’t seem to believe I have a girlfriend.” he squeezed your hips playfully “Much less a gorgeous one.”
“What? Come on, that’s ridiculous!”
“It’s the truth.”
“Who came up with that ridiculously stupid idea?!” you shook your head “No, wait, let me guess: Harrington?”
“Worse.” he smirked “It was Dustin.”
“Noooo!” you gasped, bringing a hand to your chest in mock hurt “Even I am offended now.”
“You can only imagine how I felt.” he pretended to wipe an invisible tear from one of his eyes, making you laugh.
Once you calmed down, you cupped his face, running your thumb softly over his cheek, concerned.
“How are you feeling about all of this?”
“Honestly?” he chuckled “I can’t wait for Henderson and Harrington to fall flat on their faces!”
You scoffed, having known he would find a way to make light of this situation. It’s what he always did.
“Now,” you pulled him in for another kiss “you were saying something about making it up to me?”
Feeling him smirk against the side of your head, you started trailing down, kissing along his neck. One of his hands slid up your torso, sliding under your shirt.
“Sweetheart.” he said, a little out of breath “You should grab a tape. Something fast paced maybe? Don’t want your folks catching us now, do we?”
You giggled, your teeth scraping gently against the skin of his collarbone.
“My parents aren’t home tonight.”
He groaned a loud sigh of relief.
“Ugh, thank god!” he spoke quite loudly “You know I hate doing it with music on. The rhythm is never quite correct.”
“Eddie!” you giggled looking up at him “That’s because you always choose a heavy metal of some sort. And besides, you’re one to complain. You’re not the one who’s left feeling sore afterwards because you tried to match the rhythm of the song.”
“Do I leave you feeling sore, sweetheart?” he asked, a smug look crossing his face as he pecked your lips twice.
“Yes, not that I’m complaining though.” you pouted. “Why don’t we leave for your trailer when my parents are here? I know your uncle works the night shifts.”
“You are a princess and should be treated accordingly.” he nuzzled his nose against yours “That dusty old junk is no place for you.”
Pulling gently on his hair, you made him look at you.
“You know I don’t care about any of that.”
He nodded, kissing you again.
“I know.”
One of his hands snaked around your waist while the other pushed against the bed to help him gain enough momentum to flip you on your back, his body on top of yours against the mattress, making room for his denim clad hips to grind against your own between your thighs.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll be gentle tonight.” he kissed you very softly, so softly you almost couldn’t feel it “Especially because I intend on keeping you here” he started punctuating every word with a kiss against your lips “All. Night. Long.”
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if eddie was dating someone with opposite music tastes to him, he is def making fun of you. and when you make him a mixtape of all those cheesy romance songs, fully knowing he will hate everything on it, he will tell you to keep it. that he’s “not listening to that shit”. but you play it for him anyways. he’ll pretend it annoys the hell out of him but secretly loves when you sing those cheesy lyrics to him. squishing his face in your hands while you sing to him about being head over heels. he will roll his eyes, push you away. “babe, stop. i don’t find this amusing.” but hearing your endless giggles at his annoyance makes him fall even harder.
and during those heated make out sessions in the back of his van at lovers lake, one of those cheesy songs will come on the radio. god help him when you can’t stop yourself from putting on a show for him. the first beat is enough to stop you in your tracks, both of your eyes widening. yours in excitement, eddie’s in fear of what has just been unleashed from five seconds of a shitty song. “sweetheart… don’t you dare…” but oh, you do dare. straddling his lap, hands wandering his entire body as you belt out the lyrics. on the outside, he is the picture perfect definition of pure frustration but really his heart is about to beat out of his chest. so full of adoration he thinks he might just die. when the song ends, you’re a mess. out of breath, chest heaving, cheeks flushed, a grin of satisfaction on your lips. a mess, yes. but his mess. eddie’s pretty little mess.
you pretend that the mixtape is purely a joke. a fun thing for the two of you. not to be taken seriously. however, you don’t go anywhere without that mixtape. on those lonely nights away from eddie, you’ll listen to those songs. maybe shed a tear or two. it’s silly, you think. how silly of you to get attached to such corny songs. it’s not like he’s gone forever. it’s only been two days since you last saw him. but you just can’t help but let your mind wander to the moments those songs have been the soundtrack of. in the back of his van. in his trailer. your emotions are just too much to bear. so sure. you let a few stray tears fall. there’s no shame in that.
if you think you have it bad, think of how eddie feels. dropping you back off at your house late at night. watching you walk up to your front door from his van. not after pulling you back several times to share a kiss or two… or three… or who are you kidding, you lost count after the eighth time. “eds, i really have to go. i work tomorrow!” but you know putting up a fight is pointless. “it’s just one more kiss, doll! don’t you want to give your man another kiss before he has to watch you walk away?” always the dramatics with eddie. he’ll finally let you go. counting down the minutes until he can see you again. back at his trailer, your smell still lingers. a shirt of yours on his bedroom floor. a hair tie on his dresser. and something else.. your mixtape. he’ll consider using it as an excuse to drive back to your house. but no, you really should get some sleep. he doesn’t want his angel losing any sleep. he should put it somewhere for safe keeping. he’ll toss and turn all night, missing you. your warmth next to his. your hair tickling his face. the way his arm falls asleep from the weight of your head. he gives up the idea of sleep for the night. opting for a cigarette on the trailer steps instead when he notices your mixtape. still just sitting there. “this is so stupid” he’ll think to himself as he puts the tape into his stereo. and so he listens to your mixtape all night. missing you. as much as he tells himself how those songs are utter shit, he finds himself humming along. blushing at the memory of you on his lap, whispering the lyrics in his ear, goosebumps running down his spine. finally lulling himself to sleep.
a few days later, you’re back at his trailer. “i was looking everywhere for this!” he hopes you don’t notice that it had been sitting in his stereo since the night you left. you most definitely do. obviously you have to ask him what this “shitty” music was doing in his radio. a smirk on your face. he denies denies denies. “you must’ve left it in there, babe. you know i wouldn’t listen to that crap on my own free will.” you drop the subject. he’s glad you do because he can’t damage his image by letting you know he spent every night listening to that god forsaken tape.
he pretends the mixtape is just a joke. a fun thing for the two of you. but to him, it’s a collection of little poems that remind him just how truly loved he is by you. should he ever forget. and that means everything to him. he would move heaven and earth just to save that dumb mixtape. of course, he would never admit that to you.
#i'm qualified to speak on this#i dated a metalhead boy for four years#they def have a soft spot for your music#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson blurb#stranger things 4#i am NOT a writer by any means#i just couldn't get this out of my head#eddie munson fluff#stranger things#my writing#eddie x reader#eddie munson hc#eddie munson headcannon#eddie munson drabble
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I'm begging for chunky squishy Eddie fluff, I wanna cuddle him like a teddy bear 💚💚💚 I'm a huge softy for chubby paul characters I love it
chunky men that you can treat like teddy bears>>> Edward is touched starved and loves cuddling and hugs, and he's perfectly squishy for it.
"Hey, I'm home." You hear him say as the front door closes.
You immediately make your way there, wrapping your hands around his soft body.
"Oh!" Edward gives a sound of surprise as his arms shoot up to his sides, flustering a little by the hug.
You sigh while you bury your face in his shoulder. He's so soft and warm pressing against you as you sink your body into his. This is your favorite part of the day. You feel his strong arms wrapping around you gently after a moment, feeling him relax against you.
You squish him a little before pulling back to look at him. A smile on your face, and he instinctively does the same. His cheeks filling more by the action.
"How was work?" You cradle Edward's round face between your hands, thumb caressing his skin.
He leans in your hand, closing his eyes for a moment. You have to repress the urge not to pinch his cheeks, so you kiss them instead.
"Boring." Edwards flutters his eyes at your touch. "Missed you."
"Missed you too." You giggle before taking his hand on yours and guiding him to the kitchen. "Come, dinner's ready."
After dinner, you sit in the couch watching TV, wrapping your hands around him. You rest the side of your face in his chest, his button up from work in your skin. Everywhere you press he's so soft. It was like he was made for this, for your arms. You sigh content, his warm body against yours.
Edward is still not used to being praised, or have any attention like this. Even if he craves your touch that makes him weak with a graze of your fingertips. And he wants to touch everywhere. To be touched everywhere. It's overwhelming when devotion is not coming from him.
At first, he thought his tallness and size would make him being the little spoon awkward, but cuddling with you is perfect. It makes him feel loved when he feels your legs across his thighs and you on his side. Your hand around his front, your thumb caressing his side. The other playing with his hair.
"You're very comfortable." You say, kissing his shoulder. You look up at him. "And you're so pretty."
Edward blinks, a little shy, trying to maintain eye contact behind his clear glasses.
You press a kiss on his chubby cheek, biting it a little, and he smiles, making you giggle. He's so adorable and handsome, with that soft tint on his cheeks as he gets embarrassed.
You press a kiss in the tip of his nose, and he scrunches it a bit. Your hand cradles his soft jaw, and you pull him towards your mouth. You want to pepper him with kisses, and you realize you can.
"My prettiest guy." You finally kiss him in his mouth.
#paul dano#dano!riddler#edward nashton x reader#the riddler x reader#paul dano x reader#edward nashton#held at g*npoint while writing this so i wouldn't go ape shit
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idk if anyone has like deeply thought about this before
but i am bc i'm laying here at 5:32am after being woken up by my beautiful lovely wonderful girlfriend's snoring and while i adore her very much i am such a light sleeper that i can't fall back asleep so instead:
eddie snored- like really fucking bad, the whole 9 yards shebang, it could be heard outside the trailer, downstairs at the harrington manor, literally everywhere. and steve was so sweet and gentle and nice and didnt say a thing, even though because of the upside down he's been sleeping a lot less, and a lot lighter, so his sleep got disrupted basically all the time, but it's eddie, so how could he be mad? even when he woke up with this man's drool matting his hair, and on occasion thought the upside down had cooked up some new terrifying monster only to discover it's his sweet, sweet, loving boyfriend that he adores.
"eds, baby, you kind of snore..." steve had started one day, playing with one of the curls by eddie's ear.
"oh shit? i'm sorry babes, i... don't know how to fix that? i can like... just muzzle myself or something i dunno" eddie shrugged.
"i don't think a muzzle's necessary?? we can just get you like nose strips or something? i think they work for my dad" steve suggested, lightly tapping his boyfriend's cheek as he laughed.
(the nose strips 1000% worked and eddie looked like a dork and steve totally made fun of him constantly, in an affectionate way.)
OR
steve harrington was known for lots of things, being horribly lame at flirting, having great hair, loving his friends with everything he's got. but what people didn't talk about was how deeply he sleeps, and how LOUDLY. his snores sometimes woke him up, but none of his one night stands stayed long enough to find out that he wasn't only loud during their "special time" together. he snored so loud that one would think he'd wake himself up, but that was a rarity. instead, he snored, and snored, and sometimes talked about nothing and everything, and snored some more. and it had just happened to stay a secret until one eddie munson wormed his way into steve's life, and by god eddie did not realize one person could make so much noise. but here he was, and here steve was, cuddling him and holding him- and physically shaking him with the force of his snores. and eddie was a nice man, most days, but he needed his full 8 hours for that. and he cared so, so much for dear steve, but even his beautiful soul couldn't keep eddie from eventually blowing up on him.
"stevie, baby, i am literally going to throttle you so hard you don't ever wake up. please use a fucking nose strip for the love of everything unholy," he'd said, holding sweet, confused steve's face in between his hands, squishing his cheeks together.
steve had never been so confused, because he couldn't possibly be snoring THAT loud, could he?? there's no way?
and yet- there was indeed a way.
(they worked it out and steve started using nose strips which totally 100% worked and they 1000% didn't have any more issues with it and lived happily ever after. BUT i live for trans!eddie and them having a little baby and that baby absolutely would inherit steve's nose, and with that, his snoring problems. and our story begins anew)
#steddie#i adore my gf and i am slowly dying#steve 10000% is a snorer#and i think eddie would snore it just wouldnt be as bad
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The 'this fandom is undefeated and Tim owes us all royalties' reaction dump:
I'm not kidding the way this fandom can sus out what they do and the amount of times they pull from us...Tim have your people reach out for a place to send my check 🥰
This, much like every week during football season is going to be a literal mess as I divide my attention once again. I feel like the Burnie meme, tbh - but it's not my fault the Chiefs play tonight and like its RAIDERS WEEK so what am I supposed to do here?
((pretend I have a modicum of an attention span))
Also: quick predictions to get out of my head:
The bike scene is going to end on a cliffy - we won't actually know if Buck gets squished until next week [if true sedate me fam]
Hen is going to be doing a lot of work to try and set up retaking her exam and/or pushing on to next year with the added caveat that she has to retake the course she failed. Can she do this? No idea, I do corporate/adminy things so...
We get a Hen/Denny moment
The lie Eddie catches Denny in is going to be relatively tame - I'm thinking like lying to miss school because of an assignment he forgot or he broke something relatively expensive and doesn't want his dad to panic.
Alternatively he lies to protect his dad - like he gets in trouble at school because someone makes a bad comment that relates to his dad (racist, possibly homophobic if they make inference about Buck being involved...) and lies about either his involvement or what it was really over. Or even if he's being bullied and doesn't want his dad to get upset like with Ana.
Eddie and Hen/Karen/Both bonding over parenting; or even bonding with Bobby and Athena over parenting
Low key I'm about to go back to streaming on Hulu if only to stop seeing Derek Schmidt's ugly, lying, racist, misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic ass face on my TV
The ranger narrating is kinda funny, kinda creepy ngl
I REFUSE to believe that is possible I mean - the CGI on that vaulting back over ???? Babes. Baaaaaaaaaabes.
Captain Hen again ahhhh ♥♥♥
Pls don't lose another one pls pls pls
Bro you can't hit on her right now oh my godddd 🤣 It's giving B99 'Number 5 killed my brother' vibes lmao
BUCKLEY SIBLING MOMENT ON MY SCREEN YES
no no nanny buck could be good
Actually please someone fic that
Skipping science club? The kid who loves science? uh oh
BOBBY CALLING HEN CAP I CAN'T
WAIT NO HEN IT'S A TRAP
RUN
Karen snitched so fast, I love her
Bobby knowing she needs to recharge but knowing she'll never take it willingly
"Just say no" - oh that's gonna be a recurring theme I can feel it
Ok they're adorable
Mr. Fixer is gonna want to do whatever he can regardless of how it actually affect him, isn't he?
Eddie is two seconds from panicking over his kid growing up naturally he needs to deflect to a despondent Buck and boy does his husband need a hug rn
Also can we talk about how easily he believed that Chris would go to Buck over him i mean they're so relationship shaped ?????
Well, this is the drunk driver call and we know that later Buck is fine at Hen's house - so unless that was a dream--
WAIT
THE COMA THING
COULD HEN BE A COMA THING ????????/
--also that fucking bone out of his face I'm gonna vomit--
The song choice oh my god yesssss
Chim put your belt on you are making me so freaking nervous
Buck, babe I can't believe that worked either
"straight to jail"
Kick of timeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
look at my lil Bobby Witt jr banging the drum 🥰
OBLIGATORY FUCK THE RAIDERS
It's been :45 seconds and there's already a flag for a chop block. I have a feeling this is going to be a looooong game
If we don't get Buck reflecting on almost getting creamed by the car I'm going to be very upset. Which, isn't unusual for this show but still.
Eddie and his dad having a productive conversation? That is self deprecating in the right ways?!!!!!??!?!?!? IN THIS ECONOMY ?
with words of WISDOM TOO
Why are Buck's arms so biiiiiiiiig in that shirt I mean
Bro, does he ever 💀
he's giving Buck a sweet out, and honestly I'm glad they circled back because yea it was an odd way to ask him to father their child but at the same time having someone from his past call him a good person? That has so, so much weight!!
Buck always talks about his upgrades but he forgets he was always a good person. It isn't like he just started being a good guy with Abby, but a lot of the time I feel like the character does think that, when in reality there were small things about himself he had to refine (thank you Dr. Copeland) but none of those made him inherently bad. It speaks to his self esteem issues and idk if they're going to really give enough attention to how weighty that should have been for Buck.
Ok this next call is going to be so rough for me idk if I can watch this
Yall it was like 4th and 3 on the opposite 30 and you Adams torch you for a TD ???
At first I wasn't too sure about the new dispatcher (I blame Jonah) but I wonder if he's going to fill May's role while we get to watch her explore college life. Honestly I'd love that for them
God this must be so hard for Maddie to listen too
THE COP JUMP SCARED ME HOLY FUCK
ooooooooooohhhh the Hen/Buck scene is coming yessss
Is that a little Lizzo I hear okay, alright I see you
What a way to break into that lmao
"Donor not dad" 😔😭
Patty pls keep feeding Kelce
I'm gonna need yall to drop all the happy Dad!Buck fics ASAP pls and thank you
I really need a Buck-Eddie convo stat like I'm not asking Tim
WILL SOMEONE TEACH MAHOMES HOW TO SLIDE JFC 😂
The obvious PI goes uncalled, shocker
Wait the dog was THIS episode
Buck passed out at her table
"Are you two drunk?"
"Absolutely"
PLS I CANNOT WITH HIM
If by protective custody you mean the firehouse, I approve
"You did math in your HEAD..."
Oh no the Diaz boys are fighting no I don't like this
Honestly big props to Eddie for realizing the conversation was veering into unproductive territory and realizing he needed to take a step back and regroup before getting on the same level as Christopher by sitting in front of him to continue the discussion. Also meeting in the middle and compromising instead of just punishing, and understanding what Chris needed in that moment versus what Eddie was taught growing up.
Hey Chiefs defense I'm gonna need yall to get a stop here please and thank you
If we don't get a Buck-Eddie or a Buck-Maddie scene talking over this sperm donor dilemma I'm going to have to do a fix it fic, I stg
A practical exam ??? Ooooooooohhhhhh shit. Is this going to be going on while she's saving Karen and Denny at the lab? It is, isn't it.
Please don't, please let her fucking nail this
HE KEPT THE DOG
HE KEPT THE DOGGGGGGGGGGG
He's going to do it, isn't he? And it's gonna hit a road block with the Daniel stuff, isn't it?
If not I want this to parlay into Buck having an awakening of wanting a fam and Eddie pointing out he has a fam and like maybe a husband already idk
JFC The Chiefs are playing like their 2009 selves tonight and this is not the vibe
Anyway now I gotta go make a fucking fix it because we got no maddie or eddie insight and like, those are two of the most important people in his life and I refuse to believe he didn't talk to them about what was going on in his head at that time
10/10 loved it tho, so ya know. This season has been phenomenal so far ahhhhhhhhhhhh
#911 fox#911 spoilers#911 fox spoilers#this is a literal mess and im so sorry if anyone actually clicks into it#whoopsie
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26 and/or 28 buddie!
I'm not sure this went in the direction you were expecting, but I used both prompts and really hope you like it! This is so fluffy I gave myself a cavity while writing it.
“Were you ever going to tell me?” Eddie asked, voice light and eyes shining.
Buck looked up as his boyfriend stepped out to join him on Bobby and Athena’s patio and raised an eyebrow. “Tell you what?”
“That you knew what we were planning!” Eddie took a swig of the beer in his hand.
“Oh, that,” Buck shrugged. “It was fun watching you guys pretend to be subtle.”
Eddie huffed. “But it’s a surprise party.”
“And it was great!” Buck insisted. He glanced at Hen, who was sitting across from him in the other patio chair. She shrugged, as if to say You made your bed, now lie in it. “Just because I knew it was coming doesn’t mean it wasn’t a great party.”
Eddie sighed and squished into the chair next to him, setting his beer down on the wooden table. “I know.”
Buck pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “It’s cute that you’re so worked up about this, though.”
“It’s your first birthday since we’ve been together,” Eddie’s face was flushed, and Buck guessed it wasn’t from the alcohol. “I wanted it to be perfect.”
“Well, don’t tell Chimney next time, then,” Buck quipped.
Hen snorted.
Eddie frowned.
“Hey, hey, it is perfect, okay?” Buck grabbed Eddie’s hand and laced their fingers together. “Everyone I love is here, and Maddie me made me a scrapbook full of pictures of all of us, and Christopher made me that amazing card, and Hen got me that bleeding red velvet cake I love.” Buck smiled as he listed out the things his family had done for him. “And I know you orchestrated the whole thing. Honestly, this birthday was so perfect that I don’t know how you’re gonna top it next year.”
Eddie just stared at him.
“What?”
“I love you. I’m gonna do this all over again every year for the rest of our lives. You know that right?”
Buck grinned. “I do know that. And I love you, too.”
Eddie returned his grin. “Good.” He pressed a kiss to Buck’s lips. It was a soft, gentle kiss, and Buck hummed into it.
He pulled back first. “That better not have been a proposal.”
“Trust me, Buck, when I propose, you’ll know.” And then Eddie kissed him again, pushing him against the hard back of the chair, and Buck was too thrilled by when and not if to stop him.
Hen cleared her throat. “I’m still here, boys.”
Buck pushed Eddie off. “Sorry, Hen.”
“I’m not,” Eddie mumbled. “Can we go home now?”
“I’m not leaving my own birthday party early, Eddie,” Buck chuckled. “Besides, you and I both know that when we get home, all we’re gonna do is tuck Chris into bed and then pass out.”
Hen shook her head. “You two are insufferable. I can’t believe I thought you two would be less annoying once you actually got together.”
“Excuse you, we’re adorable.” Buck said petulantly, pushing out his lips in an exaggerated pout.
Hen rolled her eyes, and stood up. “It’s your birthday, so I’m just gonna walk away.” And then she was gone.
“I can’t believe Hen left us.”
Eddie just laughed, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “I don’t blame her.”
Buck sighed. “Me neither, but don’t tell her that.”
Eddie snorted. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
Buck hummed. “We should probably get back in there.”
Eddie nodded his agreement, and stood up, offering a hand to pull Buck up. Once they were both standing, Eddie paused.
“What?”
“Nothing, I just…” Eddie ran a hand through his hair. “Happy Birthday, Evan.”
Buck felt himself softening, could only imagine the dopey smile he was wearing, but he didn’t care. “Happiest birthday ever.”
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Could I please request 78."You’re worth it.” from the angst/fluff list?
Thank you Lovely Nonnie!
This is from the Fluff/Angst Prompts List
Read this on AO3
LOVE & AFFECTION IS A GOOD CONSIDERATION
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Blinking himself awake, his mind sluggishly wonders what wakes him up in the first place, disturbing his restless sleep.
It was then his bladder reminds him that he needs to pee, forcing him to finally move.
Eddie groans as he stiffly kicks the cozy blanket away that somehow got twisted alongside his body, shivering as the cold air kiss his clammy skin. He honestly doesn't feel well rested at all, but it's better than puking his guts out like he did the day before.
As he forces his achy limbs to work, Eddie silently applauds his self-restraint for not dragging the blanket together with him to the toilet (which would be greatly frown upon by Buck).
Speaking of Buck...oh wait, thinking of Buck, Eddie suddenly remembers why he was colder than before; he vividly remembers that his personal heater was not beside him when he woke up.
Finishing his business in the toilet, Eddie returns back to the bedroom to confirm his suspicion all along.
True enough, his boyfriend is not in their bed.
Buck's side of the bed is void of any trace of body heat and the bedding is undisturbed at all, save for some wrinkles, which probably by Eddie's own doing with all of his restless twisting and turning.
Feeling like he won't keel over anytime soon, Eddie decides to grab his tossed blanket and haphazardly wraps himself in a makeshift burrito before leaving the room to search for his missing lover.
Out of habits, Eddie stops by at Chris' room to check on his son, but refrains himself from passing through the doorframe. God knows how much Eddie misses his little Superman. That poor boy had not been in close vicinity with him for the last two days, to prevent him from catching whatever it is Eddie is having.
Buck has been diligent with sanitising, spraying and wiping clean everything Eddie has touched (or even looked at) for extra preventive measures, not wanting to take any chance.
Oh...thinking of Buck, again, Eddie now remembers the reason why he was standing in the hallway in the middle of the night, depriving himself from the tranquility of sleep.
To find his missing Buck.
His son needs to learn to share; his jumbled mind supplies.
Eddie wanders down the hallway and towards the living room with careful steps, his blanket still heavily draped over his shoulders.
Lo and behold, on the couch there lies his slumbering lover, completely dead to the world.
Eddie smiles at hearing the occasional soft snores while taking in the view displayed around him.
The television is switched off, but beside the couch, there lies the book that Buck currently is fixed on, forgotten on the floor. Looking at the table lamp that is still on, Eddie assumes Buck had fell asleep reading his late night fill, a habit that usually done in the privacy of their bedroom, underneath the warm sheets.
Picking the book up before setting it down on the coffee table, Eddie then plops down on the floor clumsily with his body leaning onto the side of the couch, directly facing Buck's sleeping face.
Under the glimmer of the yellow light, Eddie could see the haggard lines on his partner's face. The two days old stubble and the unkempt curls are enough proof of how Buck was on his toes these couple of days. Eddie had called in sick two days ago, and Buck has been taking care of him right after getting off from his 24 hours shift one day earlier when he should have spend his day off decompressing. Eddie knew Buck's last shift was not an easy one the moment he stepped inside their home if judging by the tired lines and rigid stance, but his strong headed boyfriend had insisted that everything was fine, and that they should focus on to get Eddie better soon.
Selfless idiot.
And an adorable idiot too, drooling all over the couch cushions.
Buck is laying on his side with the fleece throws tangled down below his knees, and his right arm somehow got tucked underneath his sleeping t-shirt, effectively dragging the fabric upwards, revealing sufficient amount of abs that makes Eddie's mouth water.
The small patch of happy trail does makes Eddie happy regardless of his current ailments; come sniffles or smiles.
Eddie doesn't realize when he had scooted down along the couch and closing in to Buck's torso, but the view is magnetic. The hard lines of the abdomen, perfectly contrasting with the softness of Buck's skin is so inviting.
Blaming his health condition and his scrambled state of mind, Eddie swears he could feel the comfortable warmth radiating from Buck's exposed belly, and without much thought, he places his head against the exposed skin, feeling completely blissful and content with the heat. Eddie nuzzles deeper into the warm skin, inhaling the musky smell that is definitely Buck while savoring the coziness and soon enough, Eddie is feeling himself falling asleep.
But it shouldn't be like this.
While it pains Eddie to wake Buck up, his better judgement knows that their current positions are not going to be kind for both of them. Their couch is not big enough to contain Buck's long limbs, and Eddie wouldn't want to spend his recuperating day listening to Buck whining about his achy joints.
His not so better judgement then decides that the best way to wake the snoring man up is by a very unorthodox method.
And without lifting his head up, "bruuuuuuurrrrrrrrhhh," Eddie blows raspberries hard against Buck's belly as long as his congested nose allows.
"Whuzza?" Buck startles awake, his body jerking back against the couch with clear confusion drawn on his face. His hand that was tucked underneath the t-shirt automatically moves downward to rub his tickled stomach.
Eddie smiles in triumph, satisfied with the outcome.
Buck looks around the living room, trying to find his bearing as he blinks rapidly, chasing the sleep away. His eyes finally falls upon Eddie who is sitting cross-legged on the floor parallel to his stomach, wearing a shit-eating grin.
"Eddie, what are you doing out of bed?" Buck croaks, still rubbing at his slightly wet skin. "Wait, did you just blew raspberries on my belly?" His eyebrows pinched and nose scrunching in confusion.
Eddie grins wider, shrugging his shoulder in dismissal, refusing to admit or deny any crime committed.
"You menace. You could just wake me up like how a normal human being would." Buck groans as he stretches across the couch, cracking and popping his back. "You should go back to sleep." Buck chastises as he settles down again, as if readying himself to actually sleep out in the living room, on their short-ass couch.
"What are you doing out of bed?" Eddie retorts, frowning as Buck does not move to get up.
"I was reading." Buck answers simply, stating the obvious fact.
"You usually read in our bed." Eddie counters as he throws his body onto the little space that is left on couch, pressing their bodies together in order to fit. Buck welcomes him and pulls Eddie into a warm embrace.
"I don't want to disturb you with the light." Buck replies in earnest, tightening his hold against Eddie's warm back, noticing that Eddie still has some temperature, but not as worrying as yesterday.
"But I'm sure you must be tired taking care of me and handling Chris, especially after a 24 hour shifts." Eddie looks up to meet Buck's soft gaze.
"You're worth it."
The open expression of love got Eddie shies away, burying his head at the crook of the taller man's shoulder. He is not used yet with the fact that someone actually cares for him, loving him so readily when he himself still a broken mess.
Both of us got baggages, Eddie. Maybe it is time for us to help carry each others' so the burden won't be too heavy.
"Your back will hate you tomorrow." He mumbles instead, trying to lighten the mood.
"That is for my future me to worry."
"Future you will whine for at least a week." Eddie scoffs at Buck's ridiculousness.
"I don't whine." Buck retorts, whining.
"Come back to bed. I need my personal heater back." Eddie tugs at the collar of Buck's ratty t-shirt.
"Now I know my place in this relationship. You only use me for my body heat."
"Don't forget the sex. And taking care of my son. And cooking." Seeing that Buck does not make any move to get up, Eddie burrows his nose against the man's chest, drinking in the scent that is Buck with every breath.
"Good to know your fever doesn't strip away your asshole-ness." Buck tighten his grasp, squishing the sick man in mock tackling all the while tickling lightly on Eddie's side.
Hearty laugh escapes from the brunette.
"You should be happy I'm coherent enough to have this conversation." Eddie looks up once again while catching his breath.
"I'm happy with you everyday." Buck leans forward and bridging in their gap, fully intend to go for a kiss.
Eddie places his hand on the apple of Buck's cheek to stop him from going any further. "You sap, and while I am very much interested in a kiss right now, but we couldn't risk for you to get infected." Longing colours Eddie's expression as he speaks, regretting not being able to catch Buck's breath, warm against his own lips.
Buck smiles his soft smile. "You. Are. Worth. It." He parrots his assurance from earlier, stressing each and every words.
Buck gazes into his lover's unsure eyes and leans forward to kiss Eddie's chapped lips chastily, silencing any incoming protest from the man.
"Worthy enough for you to get sick?"
"You know, in the law of contract, love and affection is a good consideration. So this love is always worthy."
Eddie blushes deeper, but blaming it on his fever.
"Are we contract boyfriend now? Am I a boyfriend for rent?" Eddie quips to deflect although he understands every weight behind Buck's analogy.
Buck snorts at the prospect of renting Eddie as his boyfriend. "No, but how about in the future, both of us enter into a contract of marriage?"
The room stills in deafening silence, and both of them seems to hold in their breath, neither want to break the moment.
After long seconds passed, finally Eddie dares himself to speak.
"Are you...proposing?" Eddie's cracked voice wavers, unsure of the implied meaning, not daring to let the budding of hope blossoms in the pit of his stomach.
"Not now...I uh...I want to do it properly, but that's definitely what future you and me would be getting into. I guess." Eddie could see the stiffening of Buck's shoulder as he turns his face sideway, away from facing Eddie, refusing to meet his eyes.
It pains Eddie that his response has cast a doubt in his boyfriend's voice. With their upgrade in relationship to live-in couple is still relatively new, it dawns on him that Buck's insecurity about his place in their home is still rearing its ugly head. Buck would think that things between them are going too fast, when in reality Eddie has always wanted Buck that way.
"Not if I propose first."
Buck's whole face immediately lit up in a dazzling way that could possibly blind Eddie, but that is enough for him to see the tension melts away from the blonde.
And even if Buck's bright smile could blind him in reality, Buck is definitely worth it.
#911 fanfic#911 fic#911 fics#evan buckley#911 fox#911#edmundo diaz#cirrius-akiyo's bunkdump#cirrius-akiyo#9-1-1#anonymous asks#aki answers#buddie fics#buddie fanfics#buddie fanfiction#buddie fic#buddie fanfic#buddie prompt#buddie#buck x eddie#eddie x buck
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‘What are you, jealous?” - richie tozier x reader
requested: yes & I love this one as well, jealous Richie is just so hot😍 I also appreciate that u trusted me to do this justice with such a vague request, I hope you enjoy this because I definitely enjoyed writing it:)
summary: Richie loved you and sometimes he loved you a little too much. So much that he would let his imagination get the best of him and then he’d find himself feeling a little jealous. You didn’t mind it all the time, though; jealous Richie was hot.
you guys are like 17 here.
pairing: richie tozier x reader
warnings: swearing, angst, lil bit of smut;)
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“H-H-Here, luh-let m-m-me help yuh-y-you.” Bill grabbed some of the books you were struggling to keep hold of in your arms. Your backpack was practically falling off of your shoulder. You sighed in relief and smiled at your friend.
“Thanks, Bill.” You handed some of your school books to him and all of a sudden you heard your boyfriend’s voice ring out in the cold fall air.
“Hey, babe!” His face was flustered and his jaw was clenched slightly. He looked worked up.
“Hey, Rich!” You smiled widely at him and let him envelope you in tight hug, before your face fell, “What’s up, you look upset?”
“Nothing, it’s nothing.” He mumbled as he tore your books out of Bill’s hands, “I got it, bud.” He flashed a sarcastic smile in Bill’s direction and you mentally laughed at how silly your boyfriend was being. Bill shook his head in amusement and said his goodbyes to you both before running off toward the front doors.
“What was tha-” Before you could finish your sentence his lips were pressing so hard against yours you thought they were going to bruise.
“Nothing..” He whispered, out of breath, as he pulled away from you. You blinked fast, trying to regain your composure and steady your breathing.
“Well, shit.” You swallowed the lump in your throat and blushed at your boyfriend who was smirking down at you.
This was not the last time today that Richie would find himself fuming with jealousy over you and Bill.
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You had lunch period with Bill, Eddie, and Bev and Richie would try his hardest to sneak out of class sometimes and come visit you, which you thought was absolutely adorable.
Bill was telling a story about something funny Richie had pulled on Eddie a few summers back before you met them and you couldn’t help but laugh so hard you almost spit your milk out everywhere. You clutched Bill’s arm as the fits of giggles took over you.
“I remember that!” Bev cackled loudly and clutched her stomach, “Holy shit, I’m gonna cry, that’s hilarious! I totally forgot that happened!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, sooo funny guys.” Eddie rolled his eyes so hard you were surprised they didn’t fall right out of their sockets.
“What’s so funny?” You practically felt Richie’s eyes burning holes through your hand that was clutching Bill’s arm. You let go and squeezed your eyes shut before sighing as the rest of the table quieted down. You already knew he was in a jealous mood ever since this morning and that arm grab totally wasn’t helping your case.
“Bill had to go and bring up that time a few years back at the town parade when you made a fool out of me in front of everyone and had me dressed up like an idiot in the parade, which by the way, we weren’t even supposed to be in...” He grumbled.
“Wow, I even forgot about that.” Richie laughed, but it was a forced laugh. You had to admit, your boyfriend was totally overdramatic, but sometimes you couldn’t help but notice how hot he was when he was jealous.
“It wuh-was a p-pi-pi-pivotal moment i-i-in our fuh-f-friend g-gr-group, I h-h-had to r-r-reflect on i-it.” Bill spoke in amusement and Richie snorted at him.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Richie was definitely not amused. He squished his way between you and Bill and the awkward silence that fell over the five of you was not something you could ignore.
Oh boy...
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You and Richie were walking to the quarry so you could hangout for a bit after school. He knew how much you hated going right home. Your parents had been fighting quite often lately and it was beginning to stress you out a lot more than usual. You were almost certain there was a divorce in the near future and the thought of your parents splitting up devastated you.
“G-G-Guys!” You both twirled around to see Bill biking his way over to you. You didn’t need to look at Richie to know his jaw was clenching like it always did whenever he was worked up, “Y-Y-You fuh-f-forgot y-y-your h-hi-history buh-b-b-book at l-lunch, y/n.” Bill was out of breath from riding his bike so fast to catch up with the two of you and you smiled warmly at him as you grabbed the textbook from his hand.
“Thanks, Bill.”
“Yeah, thanks Bill.” Richie’s voice came out in a high-pitched whine and you raised an eyebrow at him.
“I do not sound like that.”
“Uhhh…” Bill slowly turned around as the two of you began to bicker and he rode off before he could get anymore involved in the mess.
“Yeah, well that’s what you sound like whenever Bill’s around.” He was being so genuine that you stepped back away from him for a moment.
“What are you, jealous?” He stayed quiet and didn’t answer for a moment, “You’re actually serious right now?”
He shuffled his feet and looked down before sighing angrily, “Yeah, you know, he does things that I’m supposed to do for you. He carries your stuff, he makes you laugh to the point you’re literally holding onto him. He holds your things that you forget at lunch, all day long and then chases you down after school to give them to you. That's... that's boyfriend stuff. Stuff that I should be doing and it drives me absolutely crazy when it’s not me, but it’s him instead and you just don’t even realize how much it bothers me. For fuck sake, you might as well date Bill!” He threw his hands up in the air, emphasizing his words and you felt like he might have had a point. Bill was harmless, though. He would never do anything to hurt you and Richie’s relationship. Atleast, not on purpose. Richie really could let his imagination get the best of him sometimes.
“Rich-”
“No, I already know what you’re going to say and fuck, I know, I know. It still drives me crazy,” He stepped closer to you, grabbing your hips and digging his fingernails into them, “But I hate feeling like someone else has you the way I have you, because you’re mine and no one else’s and I’ll be damned if I let someone else do the things I should be doing for you.” He leaned into you, breathing against your lips. You could tell he was super worked up because his heart was practically beating out of his chest and against you and his face was flushed and... and he was turned on?
You clenched your legs together and inhaled a shaky breath, trying to register exactly how this got so hot so fast, “Rich, babe, are you turned on?” You let a small smile tug at your lips and you watched as he licked his lips.
“I mean, all this built up frustration had to come out somehow and I guess it chose to come out sexually. Why,” He let his breath mingle with yours, “Does that bother you?” He whispered and he reached up letting his hand cup your face and his thumb ran over your cheek softly as you shut your eyes and hummed sweetly.
“No, not at all.” You yelped suddenly, feeling his cold fingers slide up and under the skirt you had put on this morning, deciding you might as well wear it one last time before it got super cold. You were definitely thankful you had chosen to wear it.
“R-Richie.. we’re at the quarry, this is totally not the place.”
“Oh, c’mon, it’ll be fun,” He mumbled into your skin as he planted hot wet kisses along your neck, “And no one else ever comes here, especially in this weather. It’s just me and you.” You swallowed suddenly, your throat becoming dry from the way your breathing had picked up.
“Okay fine, I don't even care. You’re driving me nuts.” He smirked at the way you grinded your hips up, trying desperately to create some sort of friction and he leaned away, snaking his hand passed the band of your panties.
You moaned as his fingers ran along your folds, “You’re so wet, babe.” He cooed.
“What can I say, jealous Richie turns me on a lot more than I would have thought. I should make you jealous more often, huh?” You purred against his lips and he plunged a finger inside of you.
“Don’t make me mad.” His voice was low and his eyes were dilated and god, he was sexy.
“If you don’t want me to make you mad or jealous, then stopping being so sexy when you’re either of those things.” You bit your lip and let a soft moan escape your throat as he added another finger, sliding them into you further this time.
“Well, if it’s going to end like this I might have to be okay with that, huh?” He whispered before pulling his fingers out of you and reaching down to undo his pants.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
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So, this was short and I could have totally done better, but I’m trying to work on the requests as fast as possible. I’m sorry if the anon that requested this was not pleased with it, but I think it could have been a lot worse. Looool.
The rest of the requests will be up within the next few hours, bare with me here:’)
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The Toziers convince Sonia to let them take Eddie to disney world on his 14th birthday. Needless to say he LOVES every second of it and that’s when Richie realizes that he’s lowkey in love with him
ok anon stop reading my MIND I was actually thinking weeks ago about this literal very same thing. Well, a variant, but yours is adorable too omg. Also I think a lot about them going as adults post-movie and Eddie spends the whole day just going on the Hulk rollercoaster at Universal over and over
but god imagine Eddie having a huge bowl of Disney World ice cream plonked in front of him at the Rainforest Cafe with birthday sparklers, and they’re like “Eat up son, you’re not 14 every day!” and Eddie tries to blow out the sparklers and not cry simultaneously. Eddie at a theme park is actually so personal. He tries ONE rollercoaster (Thunder Mountain) and immediately becomes an adrenaline junkie, and Richie’s sitting next to him hearing him shriek and swear and their hands are clasped together overhead as they hurtle down a plunging loop, and he’s like oh no.
My thing was that I have this image of a 90s family photo of Maggie and Went squishing long haired teen metalhead Richie between them maybe at Magic Kingdom or in front of the big ball at Epcot, and he’s taller than both of them with a gruesome unintelligible black tshirt on but he’s got the biggest goofy smile, and he’s wearing Mickey ears cause it’s his BIRTHDAY. But 14 is probably better cause maybe like, Went and Maggie saw how upset Richie and his friends all were the year before and want to cheer him up?
Then I thought, his parents say he can bring another friend with him if he likes, and Bev’s already gone to Portland right? Mike and Bill are working, Ben and Stan are both at different nerdy summer camps (I know Richie’s birthday is in March but let’s pretend they take him as a joint bday/end of school year treat) and so he brings Eddie. Richie kinda wanted to bring Eddie the most in the first place, so it works out perfectly. Eddie’s only allowed to go because he’s still riding his gazebos wave of defiance and also they promise Sonia Eddie won’t go on a single dangerous ride (wink), and she’d hate to be seen to be ungrateful, people would talk.
Richie and Eddie get their own room in the motel and trampoline between the two beds because they’re little monsters. They always run out onto the balcony at night to watch the thunderstorms. The first time they walk through the gates at Magic Kingdom Eddie’s like :00000 Richie look! EVERYONE’S wearing fanny-packs!!!! and Richie’s like yeah >:( but you were a cute dork first, and Eddie’s like hey fuck you—wait...... cute? and Richie’s like uhhhh HEY LOOK IS THAT PLUTO
They freak the fuck OUT at the Star Wars bit in MGM, back when it was still called MGM. Maggie and Went let them see The Muppets 3D three times in a row and Richie gets a Kermit shirt, and whenever Eddie starts pestering him about sunblock Richie sings It Ain’t Easy Being Green to drown him out.
The see the Indiana Jones stunt show at MGM and Richie decides he’s gonna be a stuntman. Then they go to the driving stunt thing and Eddie says it would be super cool to be stunt driver, and Richie’s like we can be a stunt team!!!! together!!! And Went grins, “Like Siegfried and Roy,” and Maggie elbows him.
Eddie overcomes one of his many anxieties and pets some lizards at Animal Kingdom. They fill their hats with water from the spouting fountains at Epcot and then put them straight on their heads, dumping water over themselves to cool off. It’s actually closer to Maggie’s real birthday than anyone else’s so they have dinner at Epcot Mexico for Richie, Mags AND Eddie and the mariachi band comes over. Richie and Wentworth start singing a totally inaccurate Spanish Happy Birthday and Eddie almost sinks under the table in embarrassment. People are staring, and he’s so used to people staring in public when his own mom causes a scene, but this is a fun scene, Maggie’s rolling her eyes and clapping along so maybe it’s not so bad.
They make up games to play in the long lines for rides, Maggie and Went joining in on Eye Spy, or Richie’s “Guess Which State That Gross Family Are From” game, but don’t join in with Richie and Eddie’s complicated patty-cake-thumb-war hybrid. Eddie always has a ton of water in his backpack and a lil hand-held fan in his fanny pack, and sometimes in the hotter lines he feels very bold and squishes his and Richie’s faces cheek to cheek so they can share the fan, but it doesn’t seem to make much of a difference cause Richie’s face almost feels warmer when he does.
At Typhoon Lagoon they wrestle all the way around Lazy River (and get chastised by the lifeguards) and have major water cannon wars. Eddie watches all the fit young lifeguard dudes up in their chairs like 😳😳😳 that looks like a... cool job. Helping people. Hm.
They split a thing of churros. They get right up to the top of the tallest slide and Eddie gets scared, but Richie just clambers all the way back down the stair tower with him, mouthing off at the bigger kids giving them grief, and Eddie’s like “you should have just gone without me” and Richie’s like nah, be it’d no fun without you, and Eddie thinks about this entire vacation and for a wild moment he thinks my whole life would be no fun without you.
They return to see Maggie lying face down on her deck chair and towel, reading her book with her sunny yellow bikini top untied and Went is Very Attentively Applying Sunscreen to her bare back lmao. Richie’s like UGH GROSS and Went jumps a little like, “oh fu—uh, hey boys, you’re back quick.”
The concrete is so hot they have to run quick from pool to pool to stop their soles burning. Richie can’t wear his glasses in the water so he clings to Eddie the whole time, both of them slippery and giggling and Eddie feels like he’s getting a full body sunburn every time their wet bodies bump together, even though he’s wearing like six coats of factor 50.
Oh and you know they go to Universal. Oh BOY do they go to Universal. Eddie screams on the Jaws ride when the animatronic lunges right against where he’s sitting, and he jumps back in his seat and like, Richie must’ve been way closer than he thought because he falls all over his lap and Richie’s like “Hooper ya idiot, starboard! Ain’tcha watching it!” in his Quint From Jaws Voice, which is actually one of his better Voices since Quint sounds like every other curmudgeonly Maine old-timer back in Derry, but this time he’s pretty shaky about it for some reason.
They go to the new Horror Make-Up Show and Richie waves his arm so hard he gets picked as the volunteer, and winds up making the crowd laugh even more than the hosts, they’re all mock-outraged like “Who’s your agent! You’re here from Mouse Town to make us look bad, right?!”
Then when the Wolfman bursts out, Eddie can see there’s a moment where Richie’s whole body flinches bloodless, his arms come up to cover his face, and his head jerks to stare out for a moment into the crowd looking like he did when he saw his face on a missing poster, and Eddie overcomes his terror of being Perceived by the crowd to yell “GET HIM RICH” and everyone laughs, Richie grins, and it’s fine again.
On their last night they go back to Magic Kingdom to see the fireworks, and they’re exhausted. Sun-dazed and sugar-filled and adrenaline-drained and the fireworks make everything kinda dreamy. They’re shuffling along behind Maggie and Went to get a good spot when they see Maggie take Went’s hand. Richie pulls a face at Eddie and Eddie scrunches a face back and they snicker, and Richie makes a mock “oooh~ Eddie~” noise and grabs Eddie’s hand—they both keep laughing and watching the fireworks, but like... then it stops being funny and starts being something else. Richie’s just holding his hand, and the crowd is so thick and dark under ballooning Florida clouds and the fantasy sky, so anonymous that nobody notices but them. Eddie’s heart might be shooting into the sky and exploding into sparks as well, he’s ready to collapse and he can’t possibly LOOK at Richie but for a moment he’s like shit, they’re right. Happiest place on Earth.
#reddie#tozier family#long post#once more this got away from me but i fucking love disney world ok lmao#listen every time i come back from Orlando im like ok! im done! dont need to go again!#and then by a year or so later im like WHO WANTS TO COME ROLLERCOASTING WITH ME.........#anyway idk if any of this is chronologically accurate to the parks in 1990 but that IS the year the horror make up show started#ficlet
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