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Top five, most memorable kisses of all time

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Corroded Coffin move to Chicago and find their people. Eddie finds you behind the counter at Championship Records. He thinks you're cool. You think he's gorgeous. Life outside of Hawkins might just be worth fighting for.

Warnings: swearing, kissing (obvs), fluff, fem!reader, mostly Eddie's POV, our boy has no rizz, alcohol consumption, I don't think anything else, too many high fidelity references?

Word count: 4k

Author's note: This is a one-shot, that has been sitting in my drafts since last Halloween and thanks to a wip game has finally seen the light of day! Find the playlist that inspired the fic below.

Masterlist

One pill makes you larger,

And one pill makes you small

The bell above the door jingles as Eddie steps through the threshold, his shoulders relaxing as the warmth seeps back into him and he scans the racks of records before him. Perking up as he notices the music playing over the speakers, he was still getting used to how much cooler things were in Chicago than back home – and shit, how much cooler people were.

Eddie clocks you sitting on top of the counter with one leg crossed under you, the other swinging down the side as you sticker a stack of vinyl. You mouth along with the music, not even noticing him slip through the aisles as he stops in a random section with a perfect view of you across the small store.

He’d only come in here to kill some time between soundcheck and the gig tonight at a venue down the street. The rest of the band had gone to find some food, but Eddie wanted to check out the record store they passed on the drive in. And boy, was he glad he did.

He mindlessly flicks through the records in front of him, trying to come up with a good conversation starter. It wasn’t that often that he missed Steve Harrington, but he could sure use one of the boy’s famous pep talks right about now. Fuck, what was it about pretty girls that got him so tongue-tied? Probably the pretty part.

But you weren’t just pretty, you were obviously very cool, and he certainly wasn’t used to girls sharing the same interests as him – but he’d met a lot of them since he’d moved to Chicago a couple of months ago.

Just as he’s thinking about what albums he could pick out to impress you, the bell above the door jingles again. A guy around his age walks in, his short hair spiked, nose and ears pierced and tattoos peeking out from a crisp white t-shirt. He walks with confidence to where you sit and makes you jump slightly as he greets you boisterously.

“Shit, you scared me.”

He snickers and starts rummaging through a crate of cassettes by the counter.

“Yeah, you look like you were in the zone. Did you even notice you had a customer?”

You turn your head in Eddie’s direction just as he ducks his down, continuing to flick through the disco section. Wait, shit where’s the metal?

“Shit.” You whisper under your breath and turn your attention back to the other guy, not quite lowering your voice enough so Eddie couldn’t eavesdrop. “No, but in my defence this song is a banger.”

Severin, Severin, speak so slightly

Severin, down on your bended knee

“What the fuck are you listening to anyway?”

“I made a pre-Halloween mix. Music that led to goth before goth was a thing.” You frown as you try to unstick a bright red sticker from the price gun you’d been tapping on the pile of vinyl.

Eddie smiles to himself as he continues to pretend he’s browsing and not tuning into your conversation.

“Are you coming to The Allied tonight? There’s some new band from Indiana or something playing. Apparently, they do a sick cover of Master of Puppets.”

Eddie pauses in his faux perusing for a second as he awaits your reply.

“I wasn’t really planning on it, no.”

The guy huffs, “No? What was your plan, going home to sulk to The Velvet Underground?”

“I don’t sulk–“

“You do when you listen to The Velvet Underground.”

“What do you want me to do? Pogo to Heroin? Anyway, I was gonna work on an article actually.”

“Why don’t you write about this band tonight? Tim says they’re pretty good. He saw them a couple of weeks ago at the Metro.”

“Tim said that about that god-awful noise band that played at De Salle’s. It was the worst four hours of my life. I thought my ears were actually going to bleed.”

“Whatever, you say that like you’re not currently playing the most depressing German synth music that nobody in their right mind would listen to.” He points his hand in the air, drawing your attention to the new song playing from the speakers behind you.

“First of all, this is David Bowie’s Low. And if you knew as much about music as you claim to, you’d know that this was his seminal work in his Berlin era and an ambient soundscape masterpiece. Secondly–“

“I like it.”

Both of your heads shoot up at Eddie’s interruption. He blushes and clears his throat as you catch his eye and the corner of your mouth quirks up. “Sorry, I just–it’s a good mixtape. I like the theme.” He frowns and shakes his head at himself, he doesn’t know what came over him. Who is this guy that’s bothering you, anyway? You have amazing taste and he’s now sure you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. You gesture in his direction and look back at the guy that’s teasing you.

“The customer is always right, Simon.”

Eddie moves quickly to the B section and finds the album you were talking about before heading over to you.

“Did you find everything you need?” You smile at him sweetly as you hop off the counter and take the record from him. “I’m sorry, I should’ve asked before. Customer service isn’t exactly my strongest skill.”

The guy, Simon, snorts. Eddie can’t take his eyes off the way your face lights up quietly when you realise what album he picked.

“What are your strongest skills?” That was such a weird question Munson, what the hell?

You look up at him a little taken aback, before a small smile creeps up on you.

“Talking about music…or” you shake your head in contemplation, “writing about it actually.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Maybe it’s not so much a skill, more like an obsession.”

“She’s actually kind of good.” Simon butts in with a shrug and you roll your eyes.

“Such a high compliment cuz.”

You were cousins. He still had a shot.

“You write for magazines?”

“Zines mostly,” you point to a stack of xeroxed pamphlets on the counter, “but I’ve published a few reviews with Spin and The Face.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows, “That’s pretty cool.”

You breathe out a laugh and take the cash he hands you, collecting his change. “Thanks.”

“Wait, you're Eddie, right?” He turns to Simon, almost forgetting he was there. “Your band’s playing at The Allied tonight? I met your drummer Gareth at a show last week.”

“Uh yeah, that’s me. We’re called Corroded Coffin.”

“Cool name.” You smirk and hand him his record wrapped in paper. Eddie tucks it under his arm, his dimples showing as he smiles back at you.

“Thanks.”

“You’re from Indiana then?” You call back to Simon’s earlier statement, as Eddie doesn’t make a move to immediately leave.

He rubs the back of his neck as he nods, “Yeah. Just moved here a couple of months ago with my band.”

“Welcome to Chicago, Eddie.” You smile and introduce yourself, “Let me know if there’s ever anything I can do for you…vinyl wise I mean.”

“Thanks,” he scratches the stubble on his jaw before stepping away from the counter. “Maybe I’ll see you tonight at the show?” He tries to keep his voice casual, but there’s a hint of hope in there.

You bite your lip and shrug, “Yeah, maybe you will.”

Eddie nods and takes his queue to leave, the bell jingling again as he steps back out into the cold.

“Yeah, maybe you will.” Simon mocks you in a breathy imitation and you roll your eyes. “So now that you know the singer is cute are you coming?”

“Obviously! You better get me on the door list, or I swear to god I’m telling Aunt Carol about the stash in your underwear drawer.”

***

“Hey, Carlos.” You greet your friend at the door of The Allied, who waves you in without payment. “That Darondo record came in, I put it aside for you.” You call back on your way in, hearing a muffled thanks as the music from inside hits your eardrums.

There’s a decent crowd tonight, and you have to push past a few people to reach the sticky top bar.

“Oh, she showed up! Surprise, surprise.” Simon makes his way over to you, ignoring the calls of indignance as he passes other customers. He slings a rag over his shoulder, which makes you bite your lip, attempting to hold in a laugh, remembering how he’d practised that move in the mirror when he turned twenty-one and landed the second most coveted job of your teenage selves.

You shrug nonchalantly, despite your cousin knowing the exact reason you’re here. “I ended up doing inventory ‘till late. Thought I may as well drop by before catching the L.”

Simon flicks your nose, your retaliating slap missing him as he moves to pour your drink. You thank him with a forced smile when he slides it across the bar, picking it up and turning to find a spot in the crowd.

“No tip?”

You call over your shoulder, “Yeah, take it easy on the cologne.” You smirk, not even having to turn around to know he’s probably sniffing his shirt.

You take your usual spot leaning against the wall, up the back and away from most of the crowd. Your rule was front row or back. None of that squished in the middle, view blocked by the tallest guy you’d ever seen crap. Either it was front and centre, immersed in the moment, or your own space with a view of it all.  

You’d never be up front for a band you didn’t know, and tonight was no exception, no matter how large the butterflies in your stomach at the prospect of seeing him again.

You don’t know what it was about Eddie, apart from the obvious fact that he was gorgeous. Maybe it was something in his presence. But when he walked up to the counter earlier with a record you’d just been talking about and a shy smile on his face – you were a goner.

The murmurs of the crowd quieten when the house lights are switched off, a yellow glow on the stage and above the bar now the only sources of light.

There are a few enthusiastic cheers when the band appear from a door behind the stage and a smattering of applause as they take their place. You take a sip of your drink, ignoring the feeling in your chest when Eddie steps up to the mic and adjusts his red Warlock guitar. He smiles and you duck your head, trying not to look too much like the girl who’s just fallen for a lead singer when he addresses the crowd.

“Evening. Hope you brought your earplugs, this one’s new.” The quiet, reservedness of his introduction and the boy you’d met earlier is undone with the first crashing of cymbals and thrash of power chords.

Stage Eddie isn’t what you were expecting, but still somehow makes total sense. He’s more comfortable, more himself up there as he thrashes back and forth, hair whipping wildly. And they’re good. Really good.

Maybe you’d write about them after all.

The band are almost through their set when he spots you. Your back straightens as his eyes lock onto yours. Normally you hate making eye contact with someone on stage, but you can’t seem to look away when his chocolate-brown gaze twinkles over the heads of the rest of the crowd. In between songs, he gives you a wave, and you nod, returning his small smile.

When they finish, you move back to the bar. Waiting for the lingering fans to clear over a rum and coke. You’re only on your second sip when you feel a burning hot presence behind you.

“You made it.”

You turn around, and Eddie leans an arm on the bar beside you, moving in closer as the growing line pushes him forward.

“I did.” You nod, taking another sip of your drink.

He clears his throat, pushing his sweaty bangs away from his forehead.

“So, uh, what did you think?”

You smile, “I think you’re going to fit in very well here.”

“I hope that’s a good thing,” he chuckles.

“Oh, it is. You’re one of us now. Welcome to the dark side, Eddie.”

His eyebrows raise, the ghost of a smirk kicking up when you’re interrupted by your cousin.

“Man, that was sick! What can I get ya?”

Eddie thanks Simon, then looks back at you, “What are you having?” He holds up two fingers when you answer, signalling for another round, then starts playing with a beermat while you wait. Your eyes are trained to the glint of silver on his fingers.

“How are you liking Chicago so far?”

Eddie looks back at you and puffs his cheeks up as he exhales. “Honestly?... I didn’t know life could be this good.”

You feel a sharp tingling in your nose as your eyes well up a little for the boy standing in front of you, his cheeks dusted with pink as he tries to hold back a smile.

“Trust me, things are only gonna get better from here.”

“Yeah?” He beams at you then and you inhale deeply as you fight the urge to reach out and wrap your arms around him.

“Yeah.”

***

Eddie had seen you a few times since the gig at The Allied. Dropping into the record store when he could. In small crowds at gigs in the city. You’d greet him with a hug or a squeeze to the arm that never failed to get his heart rate going.

Today, he’d gotten off early from his temporary new gig at the auto shop and he found himself parked outside the record store.

It was overcast, but there was no bite to the air. A balmy wind tousling his hair as he ran across the street to the hole-in-the-wall coffee shop, avoiding the fat drops of rain that had begun to fall sporadically.

He spots you through the window when he makes his back to the store, bobbing your head along to whatever’s playing as you fill the racks. The now familiar bell jingles and he smiles when he recognises Joy Division over the speakers. He’d seen you in their shirt on more than one occasion.

He meets you as you're walking back to the counter.

“Oh, hey Eddie.” You smile and do a double take, taking in his greasy coveralls, and suddenly he’s wishing he’d gone home and showered. Even if it was an hour out of his way.

“Hey.” He places a coffee on the counter along with a white paper bag. “Thought you might like a mid-afternoon pick me up. I’ve uh, I’ve seen you with one of those cinnamon things before.”

Your eyes light up as you inspect the inside of the bag. “Oh my god, you’re my hero! Thank you, that’s so sweet.”

He shrugs, taking a step back from the counter, his own black coffee still clutched in his hands.

“So, this is the day job then huh?” You gesture to his outfit.

He scratches the back of his neck, “Yeah for now. Until the music starts paying off. If the music starts paying off.”

You nod, taking a bite of your cinnamon scroll and he can’t help but smirk at the way your eyes quickly roll to the back of your head. “It will.”

His free hand goes to his pocket, face hidden slightly by his hair as he tucks into himself at your confident statement.

“Thanks.” He turns around to start perusing the aisles.

“Oh, we will be getting the new Metallica album on the day of release by the way. I’ll put a tape aside for you.”

“Thank you.” He offers you a smile over his shoulder, and you tip your coffee to him.

He takes his time flicking through the rows, a few customers coming and going as he does, although he knows exactly what he’s looking for. Once the store is quiet again, he walks back over to you, selection in hand.

“Lee Hazelwood?” You take the record from him with a look of surprise.

He nods, “Yeah, I liked that song on that pre-goth mixtape you gave me. It’s like the kind of thing my uncle would listen to but…”

“Sinister.”

“Yeah.”

You smile, “It’s cool isn’t it? You know he actually wrote These Boots Are Made For Walkin’. Helped save Nancy Sinatra’s career after the teeny-bopper thing didn’t work out. They made a couple of albums together actually, and you know the first time he retired from the music industry was because the success of The Beatles’ made him depressed.”

He leans his arms on the counter as you talk. “Wow, you really are a wealth of knowledge for this stuff huh?”

You shrug, “What else is there?”

“Apart from books.”

You nod, “Good movies.”

He smiles, “Pizza.”

“Dumplings.”

“DnD”

You frown, “That nerdy board game?”

“No, uh d–dumplings like you said, and uh– dough–doughnuts?”

You scrunch up your face, “Okay,” and giggle at Eddie’s strained smile.

“So uh, what–would you–“ Not screwing this up at all Munson. “Would you maybe wanna do that together sometime? The pizza and dumplings, or probably one or the other I guess, and a movie, good music–“ he blows out a puff of air, scrunching up his face.

“Are you asking if I wanna go see a movie?”

“Yes,” he nods enthusiastically, “that and dinner. If you want.”

“I do like both those things.” You smile. “How about Thursday? I finish closing up at six.”

“Yeah. Cool. Thursday sounds good.” The guys and their weekly standing appointment for band practice would not agree.

***

Thursday rolls around faster than Eddie’s prepared for. Predictably, his bandmates all made fun of him for cancelling practice for you. But he just ignored the high-pitched ooohs and went to make sure his lucky Sabbath shirt was washed before he needed it.

He’s wearing it now as he paces outside the movie theatre, twisting his rings, oblivious to you sneaking up behind him until it’s too late.

“Boo!”

“Jesus Christ.” He jumps and twists around, your hands that had reached out to scare him still on his hips, his arms float in the air for a second before landing on your shoulders.

“You’re on edge,” you tease before your face sets a little more seriously. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah. Yeah, just uh, you wanna head in? It starts in like five minutes.”

You nod, your hands leaving his waist as his fall back to his sides. “What are we seeing anyway?” You look up at the black lettering above you, smiling just as Eddie reveals your viewing choice for the night.

“Thought we could see Young Frankenstein. Saw they were doing an old-school horror weekend here in the paper.”

“That sounds great.”

He lets out a breath of relief when you bump his shoulder affectionately, and you begin walking into the theatre side by side.

“Now the real important question Eddie Munson. What are your go-to movie snacks?”

His hand twitches when it accidentally brushes the back of yours.

“Well, popcorn obviously.”

“Obviously.” You nod.

“Sour Patch Kids and you gotta add a packet of Reese’s Pieces in there too.”

“Wait, in there as in–?”

“In the popcorn bucket. All of it. Like a good version of a trail mix.”

You grin, “Very interesting.”

“Just wait till you try it, sweetheart, you’ll never do it any other way.”

You laugh, “Okay, lead the way.”

He bows, gesturing his hand towards the confection stand. “After you m’lady.”

Your giggle, Eddie quickly finds out is his new favourite sound. When it appears again in the movie theatre, he can’t seem to keep his eyes on Gene Wilder, only watching you light up with laughter.

He can’t quite believe how well it’s all going. That is until you’re sharing a large pepperoni, on the bench outside the place you insisted served the best “pies” in all of Chicago, and your confusion stops his heart for a second.

He groans when he takes the first bite of cheesy dough.

“Good right?”

He nods, chewing and swallowing quickly. “My uncle told me pizza wasn’t a first date kind of meal, but we don’t have anything like this back in Hawkins.”

You’re sitting so close that he notices you still right away.

“Wait, this is a date?”

“Oh,” he swears his heart drops to his stomach as he sees the surprise on your face. “Oh well, yeah I thought it was but I guess I–it doesn’t have to be, sorry.”

You reach out to grab his arm when he instinctively moves away, “No! I just didn’t realise you were asking me out, out. You kinda just kept listing food.” He scoffs, shaking his head at himself. “I want it to be a date.”

He bites his lip, looking back at you with eyebrows raised, “Really?”

“Yes,” you laugh, squeezing the arm still in your hold. “Of course. I would love to…be on a date with you right now.”

He beams, “Well, it’s your lucky night sweetheart.”

***

The date (once it’s established as one), goes so well Eddie finds himself back at your apartment, admiring your wall lined with records while you find the both of you a drink.

His eyebrows marry together when he notices Dusty Springfield next to the Sex Pistols.

“What’s the system here?” You hand him a beer when you reappear by his side. “Not by genre?”

“No. Autobiographical.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah.”

“How–?”

“Well,” you step forward, reaching out to pick a plastic sleeve as if from memory, “if I want to find the song Landslide by Fleetwood Mac, I have to remember that I bought it for someone in the fall of 1983 but didn’t give it to them…for personal reasons.” You show him the white cover of the album.

“That sounds…”

“Comforting.”

He nods slowly, “Yes.”

“It is.”

God, you’re weird. And cute. And cool. And, shit he was going for it, you said you wanted to be on a date with him. You invited him back to your place. No one’s ever done that before. He should go for it. He’s going for it–

Your lips feel even softer than he imagined, and he can’t help but give himself a mental high-five when you immediately move closer to him, face melting into the hand that cradles your cheek. You taste almost vanilla-y with the combo of rum and coke still sitting on your tongue when his meets yours. He places his beer down on the coffee table, and your lips follow him when he has to dip down slightly before his free hand comes to sit on your waist.

You part for a breath, “Didn’t realise vinyl categorisation would get you so hot.” You tease him, lips plump and eyes slightly glazed over, and he’s never wanted anything more in his life than to keep you looking at him like this.

“Yeah uh, really love that Dewey Decimal system.” He leans close to capture your lips again, but you pull back, leaving him to chase you.

“The Dewey Decimal system is for books.” You shake your head.

Eddie huffs, “I really don’t care.” He finally finds your lips again and he swears they taste even sweeter the second time, despite being tainted by his own.

You guide him back to slowly sit on the couch, bodies falling a little clumsily together before you situate yourself in his lap, legs straddling his. You both stay like that for what could be hours for all Eddie cares, lips clicking in the silence.

“Fuck, I could kiss you all night.” He leans his forehead against yours, heavy breathing synced with your own, as you finally come up for air.

You shake your head, eyes soft and reassuring.

“I’m not going anywhere, Eddie.”

God dammit, is he glad he left Hawkins.

Tagging: @storiesbyrhi (I hope you like the coffee shop across from the record store 😉), @bettyfrommars (I finished it!)

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lyrics that might as well have stuck a fffffucking knife in my brain

paramore / hayley williams edition teehee

Disclaimer: (this does not mean there won’t be more paramore in future parts are u kidding me look at my username this band is my entire personality)

Last Hope - Paramore

No Friend - Paramore (spoken by Aaron Weiss) (dude i coulda put this whole gd song)

Tell Me How - Paramore

Just A Lover - Hayley Williams

Fake Happy - Paramore

& 7. Roses / Lotus / Violet / Iris - Hayley Williams

pic by me i miss them hard

#playlist #music #personal #paramore #hayley williams #taylor york #zac farro #brain rot #my special interest for (checks watch) 15 years

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One Time Thing

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Request: So, you said you've been rewatching Once Upon a Time and I think you mentioned being a fan of Hook, so I was thinking of an Eddie x reader fic inspired by the scene where Emma and Hook kiss for the first time. Like the "you couldn't handle it" "perhaps you're the one who couldn't handle it" and when reader kisses Eddie he's just like "holy shit she was right" 😂

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: cursing, kissing, inaccurate portrayal of DND (sorry), enemies to lovers

AN: I ABSOLUTELY LOVED THIS REQUEST! Thank you so much to the anon who sent it in. I have been rewatching OUAT and I have fallen in love with Hook/Killian again, so this was a blast to write! Eddie and Hook are similar in my mind so this worked so well! I know enemies to lovers is not a troupe I do often, but I hope you all like it!

You wouldn’t say that you hated Eddie. He just annoyed the ever-living shit out of you. The two of you would butt heads a lot, but never over anything super serious, mainly just DND stuff. You had joined Hellfire your sophomore year of high school and loved it more than any other extracurricular club you had been a part of, and you had to admit that was due to Eddie. He was a remarkable DM, though you would never admit that to him, it would only inflate his already huge ego and make him even more insufferable.

If someone were to ask you when this sort of, kind of, not really rivalry between the two of you started, you weren’t sure if you would be able to give a clear answer. All you knew was that he pushed your buttons, and you pushed his. That was how it had been since you joined the club and how it still was in your senior year. Nothing had changed, not a thing…at least that’s what you told yourself.

“As you finish your climb up the mountain, you hear the distant sound of a waterfall. What do you do?” Eddie sat on his throne, and took a sip of Coke from the goblet that he just bought, he didn’t care if it was “too much” as you had suggested, he thought it brought his whole DM persona together.

“Well, the cure for the Dreamshade poison grows near a waterfall, so we should head towards it.” You looked to your fellow party members for confirmation.

Dustin nodded, “You’re right. Getting the antidote should be our first priority.”

The others agreed and Jeff spoke, “We head towards the waterfall.”

Eddie leaned forward, “You walk through a dense forest, the sun beginning it’s decent from the sky, sending warms beams of light through the canopy above and the sound of the waterfall grows stronger. You come across a large stone with something engraved on it. Do you read it, or do you press on?”

You rolled your eyes. Every time you all are in a forest Eddie would have something about a stone with a message engraved on it, and you always choose to read it, and it ends up saying something stupid like “For a good time call for Asmodeus” or “Posphorous fucked here,” sometimes he would even throw in a fart joke which made all of the guys laugh and you sat there wondering why you subjected yourself to such immaturity.

“We don’t need to read the stone, we press on.” You said sternly.

“Alright,” a smirk crept into the corner of Eddie’s mouth, “you reach the clearing and there stands the waterfall in all its glory. The light from the setting sun reflects on the water of the lake at the base of the waterfall, shimmering like gemstones. Along the bank of the water, you see thorny vines with dark purple berries. What do you do?”

“Should we investigate the lake before we pick the berries for the antidote?” Lucas asked.

“There’s too much that we need to get done, we don’t have time to investigate,” you argued, “I walk over and grab the berries from the vine.”

“When you reach down to grab the berries, you hear something in the water. You look over and see a dark figure growing larger as it draws closer to you. Before you have time to draw your sword, you are pulled under the water and dragged down to the bottom of the lake.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You exclaim.

“If only you had read the message that was engraved on that stone back in the forest. It was a warning of the horrible mercreature that dwells within the waterfall’s lake.” Eddie said with a shit eating grin on his face.

“You did that on purpose, you fucking asshole!”

“You’re the one who didn’t want to read the warning, Sweetheart.”

Eddie reveled in your reaction, your eye twitched and your nostrils flared in anger. You hated it when he called you that.

“Wait!” Gareth exclaimed, “I can use a levitation spell to get her out of the lake!”

The others agreed and looked at Eddie for confirmation. He pointed to the dice, “Roll.”

Gareth threw the D20 onto the table and everyone waited in anticipation, “Seventeen!”

“Congratulations, you successfully lifted your friend out of the lake and away from the accursed mercreature. However, in your excitement over the spell working, you drop her onto the lake’s shore instead of gently laying her down and she hit her head quite hard taking on plus one damage.”

“You are so pathetic.” You rolled your eyes.

-

After bringing the campaign to a close for the night, everyone left the drama room and went home. Eddie cleaned up and made his way out to his van. He was surprised to see you leaning against the driver’s side of the van, waiting for him.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Sweetheart?”

“What the hell was that about?”

He walked around to the back of the van and opened the doors, “My memory of the evening is a little rusty. What is it you’re talking about?”

You scoffed, following him to the back of the van, “You totally made up that there was a warning on that stone. You were just mad that we didn’t look at it.”

“No, there always was a warning. It’s not my fault you decided to keep going.” He placed his bag in the back of the van.

“Then you did that on purpose because you and I both know that you never have useful information engraved on a stone. It’s always something stupid.”

“Well, I graciously allowed Gareth to save you, so,” he slammed the doors closed and turned around, “I think a little gratitude is in order.” He tapped his finger on his lips.

You looked at him with disbelief, “What the fuck? You think I would kiss you after you almost killed my character for no goddamn reason?”

“Emphasis on almost, Sweetheart.”

You felt your blood boiling, “Anyway, why would I kiss you at all? You are one of the most infuriating people I have ever met.”

“Come on, you can say it.”

“Say what?”

Eddie leaned against the van, “That you like me.”

You laughed and crossed your arms over your chest, “Munson, you are the last person on earth I would ever consider liking, let alone kissing.”

He smirked, “You afraid if you did kiss me that your whole world would come crumbling down?”

“Please,” you scoffed, “you’re the one who’s world would crumble.”

“Really?”

“You couldn’t handle it.”

Eddie took a step closer to you, “Perhaps you’re the one who couldn’t handle it.”

Never one to back down from a challenge, you grabbed his jacket and pulled him towards you, your lips crashing together in a passionate kiss. Eddie was taken by surprise, he honestly had thought that you would back down, but he responded to the kiss quickly. He moved his hand to the nape of your neck and pulled you in closer. You each fought for dominance, but the second that you tangled your fingers in his hair, Eddie was putty in your hands.

You pulled away just as quickly as you had pulled him in, but still clung onto his jacket. For a moment, the only thing that could be heard was the sound of your breathing, heavy and slightly labored.

“That…" Eddie swallowed thickly, "that was…” he pathetically trailed off as he leaned in for another kiss.

Feelings that you had pushed down for years started to bubble up to the surface, but you shoved them back down with expertise.

“A one-time thing.” You said, still out of breath.

Eddie stood there frozen as you got into your car and drove away. He leaned against the van once more as he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag.

“Damn,” he chuckled to himself, “she was right.”

At that moment, Eddie made it his life’s mission to get you to kiss him again.

#the hook to eddie pipeline is real #so glad i have found my people #fics

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All eyes on Rafah right the fuck now‼️‼️‼️

They are trying to distract the world with the met gala, it was NOT a coincidence it was planned. Do NOT let them have their way.

If you have any humanity left in your soul, speak the fuck up!!

Free Palestine 🇵🇸

Power to the people.

We will never give up, we will never forget.

Liberation for all.

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That part

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Paramore via Instagram Stories, 20/04/2024.

#THOSE ARE MY FRIENDS!!! #paramore

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We finally did it, y’all! We’re married 💍

#roman empire #the justgirlythings blog is a lesbian #shout out strange aeons for their deep dive on this account #bc holy shit #my life is a full and complete circle

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yall like my new tat?

#snoopy #peanuts #snoopy tattoo #lowell tattoo #boston tattoo #personal #my tattoo tag

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Been in a lingering state of discomfort after having 2 of my wisdom teeth as well as 2 other teeth pulled last week, so I decided to write this small blurb of how Eddie is with reader after she gets all 4 wisdoms removed 🥹

The first words to leave your lips after waking from the anesthesia from your oral surgery were "Eddie? Where’s Eddie? I want Eddie!" They were spoken in a soft whine, which had your mom letting out amused chuckles besides where your still looped out form was resting in the surgery chair.

“Eddie’s not here, honey.” She couldn’t help but to smile fondly at the whimper you let out in response, turning her head to look at you. “But I can call him and have him stop by the house when we get home.”

“Please! It’s been like three years since I’ve seen him.” You whimpered as tears welled in your eyes at the thought. “I miss him so much.”

“Aw, Sweetheart. Those meds must really have your brain scrambled, huh?” She teased. “He was literally over last night to see you before bed.”

“Oh...” You murmured, cheeks flushed as you gazed at your hands on your lap. “I wanna go home.”

“You’ll be good to go in a few minutes, Miss Y/L/N. Just gotta finish getting your prescriptions written out as well as print out your post surgery aftercare instructions.” Your oral surgeon chuckled as she glanced over at you from where she was standing writing out your scripts, her smile kind and amused as she met your gaze.

“Thank you.” You nodded, fiddling with your thumbs as you sat in silence for a moment before speaking up again. “How long until I can give my boyfriend a blowjob?”

“Honey!” Your mom gasped in embarrassment, hiding her face behind her hands.

Your surgeon simply chuckled in response since she was used to questions like that before giving you another kind smile. “I’d give it at least a month. Don’t want to risk infections.”

“A month?” You whined, a dissatisfied pout making it’s way on your face.

This was going to be a long month.

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After finally receiving everything you needed for your post surgery aftercare, you were on your merry way back home after a quick pit stop to the pharmacy to grab your medications.

Your mom immediately called Eddie after making it through the front door of your house to update him on your surgery and it took him less than 10 minutes to make his way there so he could take care of you now that you were home.

You were in your room sitting up in bed when he got there, your ears perking up at the sound of his voice as he greeted your mom downstairs. “Eddiiiiiieeee!” You called out to him, wincing a bit as it caused pain to emanate through your stitched up gums. “Ow.” You whimpered, gently touching your puffed out cheeks as if it would ease the ache.

“There’s my Babygirl! Oh, I haven’t seen you in three years.” Eddie stated as he made his way into your room and straight towards where you were sitting up in bed, biting back the smile threatening to form at his teasing remark of the statement you made to your mom earlier.

“I knew it! It has been three years!” You whimpered through the gauze preventing excessive bleeding in your mouth, clinging to him the moment he joined you on the bed and pouting when he started laughing while wrapping you in his arms. “What!”

“I’m just teasing, silly girl. I literally kissed you goodnight and tucked you in bed last night.” He smiled, giving you a wink when you pulled back to look up at him with doe eyes. “Your mom told me what you said after you woke up from surgery.” He chuckled.

“Oh. You meanie.” You pouted, but it soon turned into a tiny, manageable smile when he gently cupped your swollen cheeks in his hands and pressed a soft kiss to your nose. “I missed you.” You murmured.

“I missed you.” He iterated, eyes tracing over your features with an amused smile as his thumbs lightly brushed against your cheeks. “Look at you Babe, you’re like a cute little chipmunk with those chubby cheeks.” He teased, earning a bashful whine from you in response.

“Shut up.” You murmured as you met his mischievous gaze, melting beneath his touch when he gently pressed his lips to yours for a kiss. “I have bad news, Eds.” You sniffed after he pulled away, meeting his curious gaze with a small frown. “I can’t suck you off for a month. A month. How am I supposed to live?”

“Oh, Baby.” Eddie chuckled, shaking his head with amusement. “I think you’ll be just fine not having my cock in your mouth for a month. I’ll be just fine, so you will be too.” He teased you with a smile.

“How can you say that? You love it when I suck your cock.” You whimpered, earning a soft laugh from your boyfriend in response.

“Yes, I do, but I love you more and your healing process is more important than my pleasure.” He reassured you with another smile, making your heart flutter and cheeks burn over the fact that he cared so much about you.

“Touche.” You sniffled before carefully nuzzling your face against the crook of his neck to inhale his scent, missing the all too familiar mix of cigarettes, pot, and Old Spice cologne. “You smell soooooo nice.”

“Thank you.” Eddie laughed softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head while rubbing a hand up and down your back. “Still loopy from the anesthesia, huh?” He teased.

“Lil bit.” You murmured, hugging your arms snug around his middle while he held you in his embrace, loving every moment spent in your boyfriend’s arms. “Hey Eds?” You inquired with a tilt of your head to look up at him.

“Yes, my beautiful girl?” He beamed down at you, gently brushing a thumb against your cheek.

“I love you.”

Oh, his heart. Just hearing those words every time they left your lips filled it with so much joy and adoration for you. You truly meant everything to him, even if there were times he felt that you were too good for him. He’d never leave you, though. No matter how much better he felt you deserved.

“I love you too, Babygirl. God, do I love you.” He grinned, pressing a warm kiss to your forehead while brushing his thumb against your cheek again. The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a few moments before he spoke up again. “How’s your mouth? Do you need anything?”

“Aches a lot. A milkshake or something would be nice.” You murmured with your signature doe eyes.

“Want me to swing by Benny’s to grab you a milkshake?”

“No, don’t leave me!” You whined, tightening your arms around his middle. “I need you here with me. Can you ask my mom if she can go get it?”

“Of course. Hang tight, pretty girl. I’ll be right back, okay? I won’t be long.” He smiled as he moved you to lay back on your bed, pressing another kiss to your forehead before moving off the bed to go talk to your mom.

“I miss you already.” You pouted as he headed towards the door, catching the smile of adoration on his face when he gave a quick glance at you over his shoulder before disappearing into the hallway.

Eddie was back up to your room in 60 seconds flat, chuckling softly as you reached out for him with grabby hands. “Told you I wouldn’t be long. Here, I brought you an ice pack for your face in the meantime.” He smiled as he handed it over to you while joining you on the bed again, positioning himself behind you to situate you between his legs so he could cradle you in his arms against his chest, that way you could comfortably cuddle with him.

“You’re so good to me, Eds. Thank you.” You murmured as you took the ice pack and held it to your cheek, rotating between both sides of your face every few minutes. You rested your head against Eddie’s shoulder with a small smile of contentment, closing your eyes as you relished in your boyfriend’s tender love and care.

“Anything for you, sweet girl.” He hummed sweetly while he caressed his hands up and down your arms, pressing multiple kisses to your head resting on his shoulder. “Have you started taking your medicine yet, Babygirl? Gotta make sure you start them as soon as possible.”

“Uh huh. Took them as soon as we got home.” You hummed, tilting your head against his shoulder a bit so you could gaze up at him, taking in the sight of his gorgeous features that you could find yourself lost in all day. “You’re so beautiful, Eddiebear.”

Eddie blushed at that, giving you a wide smile as he brought a finger up to gently boop you on the nose. “Nah that’s all you, perfect girl. You’re the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world and I’m so lucky to call you mine.”

Now it was your turn to blush, cheeks so hot it felt as some sort of temporary ache to the pain in your face. Or maybe that was the pain medication kicking in. Either way, the pain seemed to cease in that very moment. “Yeah well,” you started, “you’re the most beautiful guy in the whole wide world and I’m lucky to call you mine. I don’t deserve you in all your perfection.”

Eddie frowned at that, gently cupping one of your cheeks again so you’d meet his gaze. “Hey now, that is so far from the truth. You absolutely do deserve me, Princess. If anything, I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you.”

“You do!” You whimpered, leaning into his gentle touch. “You do deserve me. I’m the only girl for you, Eddie. Just like you’re the only guy for me. I don’t want anyone but you, I would die without you.” You frowned, burying your face against the crook of his neck.

“Feelings mutual, my perfect girl. Can’t live without you. You’re not only the love of my life, but you’re my best friend and partner in crime. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me, my greatest blessing of my whole life.” He smiled down at you, lightly brushing away the few stray tears that started to slip down your face at his endearing words.

“Ditto, Baby.” You whispered, leaning up to press a very soft kiss to his lips, which had him hugging his arms around you in response. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Babygirl.” He murmured, nuzzling his nose against yours with a smile.

Your mom returned with your milkshake a few minutes later, giving a light knock on the door frame of your door before walking in to bring it to you. “The post surgery after care instructions say you can’t use a straw for a while, so I grabbed a spoon for you to use instead.”

“Thank you, mom.” You smiled as you took the milkshake and spoon from her, looking up at Eddie with doe eyes after your mom headed back downstairs to do some housework. “Can you spoon feed me my milkshake, Baby? Pleeeeaaaase?”

“Why of course. I’m here to take care of my Babygirl, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t cater to her every need?” He grinned before letting out a soft chuckle. “First let’s get that gauze out of your mouth.”

“Mmkay. Thank you.” You smiled as he helped you to carefully take the two bits of gauze from between your teeth, reaching over to momentarily place them on your nightstand to dispose of them later before he grabbed the milkshake and spoon from you. He got an appropriate amount of the shake on the spoon before bringing it to your lips where you carefully took the spoon into your mouth and hummed delightfully at the cold, creamy goodness. “Mmmmm.”

“Good?” He chuckled, getting another spoonful and feeding it to you again after you nodded your head in response. “Feel good on your gums, Babygirl?”

“Uh huh.” You murmured, sitting there contently in Eddie’s arms while he fed you your milkshake, him occasionally stealing a few bites for himself. Not that you minded. He was taking time out of his day to take care of you, so he was deserving of every bite he stole.

It wasn’t long before the drowsy side effects of your meds took over, your head lolled against the crook of Eddie’s neck while you took slow, labored breaths. Eddie couldn’t help but to smile wide while he held you as you slept, keeping his gaze on your adorable face and pressing an occasional kiss to your forehead.

Eddie truly loved you with his whole heart and nothing or no one would ever change that. He was glad your mom called him when you got home from surgery because getting to spend any amount of quality time with you meant the world to him, even if you were out of it. In fact, you were his whole world, and that would never change.

Thanks for reading! Please do let me know what you think! Reblogs are highly appreciated 🥹🖤

#bro i wish i had this when i got my teeth out #i was STRUGGLING #fics #cute

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picture this, i give you a glass bottle and tell you to open it, but bottle openers are forbidden, how do you do it?

#side of the counter #or another bottle #or a lighter #or i’m twisting it under a towel

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I think echo chambers get a bad rap. Everyone outside my “leftist echo chamber” believes that trans people don’t have the right to exist so yknow. I think I’ll stay where I am.

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This elderly woman was one of the leaders of demonstrations against the Vietnam War in 1968, when she was a student at Columbia University. Today, 56 years later, she returns to the same place and says, "Palestine must be free."

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can anyone explain to me this conspiracy against me

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to be clear I know nothing about any of these people. I am a medieval peasant watching nobles fight each other and I'm having a great time

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You’ve heard of one shots, now get ready for none shots! It’s when you think of an idea for a fic and then don’t write it