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Dream girl

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

No trigger warning, reader is smaller than Eddie but no physical descrpition

WC: 1.1K

02.17.1988, Square Arena, Indianapolis

Today is the highlight of your month, your year even. This is finally the day of Dio, your favorite band ever, and Megadeth’s concert. You arrived early to check the merch stand. You found a beautiful Dio shirt, a Holy Diver one. Exactly the same design as the cover of the album. You are super hyped up and excited by this concert. You are also super grateful Duo had a show so close to your hometown.

Your tour of the merch stands over, you go into the venue. You stand right behind a guy with a mop of curly hair. He is wearing a jean vest with a beautiful Dio’s Last in Line patch on the back. You are a bit jealous of his jacket to be honest. You can see that the patch was homemade from a tee-shirt, and you are jealous not to be a hand-craft person. The light turns off and the concert starts. The guy with the Dio vest is a little taller than you, meaning you don’t really see the stage.

You ponder on what to do for a few minutes when you come up with the idea of asking him if ypi could pretend to know each other so you can be closer to the stage, and maybe see more of the show. It is currently Megadeth playing so you don’t mind not seeing and just listening but when it will be Dio’s turn, you want to be able to listen and see. That’s how, from its own accord your body starts moving towards the mop of curls. You tap on his shoulder.  The guy turns around and he looks breath taking. The first thing you notice about him are his big brown eyes. The guy is a perfect mix between Eddie Van Halen and Kirk Hammet. Translation? He is totally your type. You notice several pin’s from metal bands and he is wearing a Megadeth tee.

“Yeah?” he asks curious as to why you tapped on his shoulder.

“C-” you clear your throat. “Can I… um… can we pretend we are together? So I can have a better views of the stage?” you ask, unusually shy.

“Of course,” the man answers, taking your hand and pulling you right next to him.

“I’m Eddie.” He says, handing out his hand for you to shake. You shake his hand, giving him your own name in return. You have been a bit taken aback by his name as you just compared him to Eddie Van Halen in your mind, but you keep your thoughts to yourself.

“Metal fan?” you ask, wincing at your stupid question. Of course he is, you are at a metal concert and the guy wears his music taste on him.

“Yeah, you?” he asks kindly but a bit amused by the question.

“Yeah,” you breathe out, none of you is paying attention to Megadeth playing, too entranced in your new found companionship.

“It’s my first metal concert.” You confess to him.

“Then, I’ll be your guide in the metal concert world.” Eddie says in his Dungeon Master’s voice.

“You are quite the storyteller, I see.” You say flirtatiously.

“Eddie Munson, humble Dungeon Master of the Hellfire Club in Hawkins.” Eddie says, slightly bowing.

“A D&D club I presume?” you ask.

“You know D&D?” Eddie asks, baffled.

“I know it’s uncommon for girls, but I used to play before my party moved out for college.” You answer truthfully.

“You should come for one of my holiday one shot.” Eddie says excitedly.

“With pleasure.” You say, matching Eddie’s excitement.

Eddie and you both turn back to the stage, to watch the concert. Eddie admire your body swaying to the music. He can’t stop thinking about how you are his dream girl. He doesn’t believe one second that he will see you after tonight, so he is planning to enjoy your company tonight.

Then, when Dio comes to the stage, Eddie can see your face light up and finds it adorable. During the entirety of the concert, his eyes are fixated on you, screaming the words for each song.

At the end, Dio starts throwing their guitar picks at the crowd and Eddie instinctually picks you up to help you get one, which you do.

You are super excited about it and when Eddie puts you down, you turn to him and hand him the guitar pick.

“Keep it.” Eddie says, shaking his head.

“But you did all the work!” you say.

“I want you to keep it,” Eddie says with a smile. “So you’ll remember me.”

“How could I forget you.” You say sincerely.

While Eddie and you keep talking, the band leaves the stage and the crowd starts leaving. Everyone, except you and Eddie goes towards the exit. None of you want this night to be over. You want time to stop and you want to stay together for a little longer.

“Wanna go grab some food?” Eddie asks. “I saw a McDonald right next to the venue.”

“With pleasure. I’m starving.” You say, smiling.

Eddie and you leave the venue, the McDonald is full so Eddie suggest to take away and eat in the back of his van which you gladly accept. While you wait for your order, Eddie learns more about you and you learn that he is the lead guitarist and singer in a band. He tells you he plays in a dive bar in his town every Tuesday and you suggest that you should watch him play once.

“What?” Eddie asks. “You would drive all the way to Hawkins to watch little ol’ me play?” he asks, surprised.

“Of course Eddie. In case you haven’t noticed I really like you.” You say while taking the bags of food and walking towards Eddie’s van.

“I really like you too.” Eddie says while opening the back doors of his van. “Here give me the bags.” He says which you do.

You both sit in the back of the van and eat your food in comfortable silence. Once you’ve finished eating, you take a napkin and write your phone number on it.

“Call me.” You tell him with a smile.

“I will.” Eddie says nodding. “I really enjoyed spending time with you, and I want to do it again.”

“Me too.” You say smiling.

Here’s how Eddie and you met, two nerdy metalheads meeting at a Dio concert. Your dream is to meet Dio in order to thank them for giving you the opportunity to meet the love of your life. Here’s the story you will tell your children when they ask how mommy met daddy.

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Letter nine

TW : Depiction of grief; after Eddie’s death

Letter 8 - Letter 10

May 4th, 1986

Dear Eddie,

I had my first day as Hopper's secretary. Hopper's an easy boss to work for, he is also really understanding. He told me that I could take a day off whenever and defended both you and I when one of those close minded person said I shouldn't be working here after what my boyfriend apparently did to those kids. Your name was cleared goddammit. Why do people still think you did it. This town is fucking ungrateful.

Apart from nasty people, the job is easy. Typing reports, welcoming people. I also have extra coffee. But as you might know by now, the coffee from Hawkins Police Station is not that tasty...

Joyce is a sweetheart as well, she brought me a week worth of food this morning. I think people started to notice how bad I am doing. I can't cope Eddie. I am so bad at this. I am such a mess that Joyce even offered to clean my apartment. I obviously declined. I feel like a burden to them. You know I feel like Hopper gave me this job because he felt bad for me. I am tired of people seeing me as weak, as something that could break ay seconds,. I'm tired of people thinking twice before talking to me, of people avoiding to pronounce your name. It makes me so fucking sad that the only people who mention you to me are those close minded bastards who still think you are guilty. The only times I hear about you it is all negative. Everyone seems to avoid the "Eddie topic" when I am here. Yes I'm a mess without you and no I can't handle myself anymore but that does not mean I want to pretend you never were in my life, because you were Eddie. You are the love of my life and nothing can change that. No matter what shit people say about you, I'll always proudly say that I am the "Freaks"' partner. I wish we could have gotten married, I would have proudly worn the last name Munson. Because it might be attached to your dad, but more importantly it is attached to my nerdy metalhead, to my best friend, my partner in crime, and more importantly the love of my life. So the answer is no Eddie, i won't start over, I won't date anyone else. It would feel like betrayal. We promised each other, it is us against the world baby, and even though you broke that promise, I won't, I can't. Graduation day is coming, and I thought you'd want to know it but you passed, I'll walk that stage for you and i'll snatch your diploma off of Higgins hands. He never believed in you but I do. I knew you could do it. Maybe they did that out of pity, but you, Eddie Munson, unlike your dad, graduated Hawkins High. I wish we could do that road trip, maybe I will do it, I'm considering it. I'll bring your photograph to every spots we planned on going. But that's for another day. Let's talk about it tomorrow.

I love you, always and forever.

The love of your life

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Starving

Based on @creativepromptsforwriting ‘s prompt “sit down, you’re looking very pale”

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

TW: Eating disorder, body image issues

WC: 0.8K

You have had eating disorders for years. At first binge-eating and then it turned into anorexia. Restrictive eating. It has gotten really bad this week. You haven’t eaten in six days and you don’t know how your body is still functioning but it is. And you are not going to complain about it. You are currently getting ready for Corroded Coffin’s show at the Hideout. You put on a handmade Corroded Coffin tee. You are currently trying on your leather pants. You know Eddie, your boyfriend, loves to see you in it. You are currently looking at yourself in the mirror and you do not like the way your thighs look in the leather pants. You look at yourself in the mirror for several good minutes before taking the pants off. You snatch baggy black jeans from your closet, hiding your legs as much as you can. You then grab a bottle of water and a can of Coke Zero and throw it in your bag. You put on your worn out Converse and wait for Eddie in your driveway.

Eddie arrives a few minutes later, he climbs off of his vans, rounds it and opens the passenger door for you. He helps you into his van, holding your hand. Eddie drives to the Hideout. Eddie is in charge of bringing the equipment and you, while Jeff, who just got his driver’s license, is in charge of driving the other members of the band. Eddie parks next to Jeff’s car and the guys run to the back of Eddie’s van to unload equipment.

Eddie helps you down and softly kisses your cheek.

“You look so pretty.” He tells you.

You blush at your boyfriend’s words and lean in to kiss him. Eddie takes your hand and leads you to the bar. Eddie lifts your up despite your protests.

“I’m too heavy!” you squeal.

Eddie shakes his mop of curls.

“Where did you get that idea babe.” He says, putting you down on a stool.

“But I am.” You sadly answer.

“Not at all, don’t let your mind, or other people for that matter, fool you.” Eddie says leaving a kiss on your cheek. “I have to help the guys unload, we play our set and I’m all yours Sweetheart.”

A few moments later, the guys own the stage. You get up from your stool and cheer for them.

“Hi Hawkins!” Eddie says into the microphone. “How are you doing tonight?” he asks his crowd of six drunk plus you. You scream and a few patrons raise their glass.

“We are going to start with an Iron Maiden cover! Lady, gentlemen. THE TROOPER!”

The first chords of the Trooper echoes in the small bar and you cheer like your life depends on it. You ignore the signs of your body weakening. You keep cheering the band during all of their songs despite feeling dizzy. As soon as Eddie gets off of the stage, he runs to you. Eddie stops dead in his tracks when he sees how pale you are.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he starts, concerned “Sit down, you’re looking very pale” Eddie says while helping you sit down. Eddie asks Bev for a glass of water and kneels in front of you.

“Have you eaten today?” Eddie asks the dreaded question. You shake your head in answer.

“Baby…” he coos.

He takes the glass of water Bev just poured for you and Eddie brings the glassd to your lips. He motions for the boys to stay back.

“Baby,” he starts again. “Your body needs food in order to function.” He says while rubbing your knee with his thumb. Eddie helps you down the stool and helps you walk towards the van.

Fuck the equipment, he tells himself.

“Where are we going?” you ask, anxious as you already know the answer.

“We are going to put some fuel in your body.” He says while opening the van door for you and helping you inside. Eddie then drives to Benny’s, he parks, help you down and lead you inside.

You start anxiously fidgeting, so Eddie takes your hand in his.

“What about sharing a bucket of onion rings?” he asks, hopeful. You nod and Eddie goes to order. A few minutes later, the food arrives. You start tearing up as you see the food. Your brain is torn between hunger and fear of gaining weight. Eddie cups your face with his big, warm hands.

“It’s going to be fine, baby.” He says softly. “Will it help if I feed you?” he asks.

You nod in answer. Eddie hands-feed you the onion rings. That is how, after one week of starving yourself, Eddie helped you eat again.

“You are doing a good job Sweetheart.” Eddie tells you.

And that is how Eddie started this habit of him hand-feeding you to help you eat again. Recovery is not linear and you both know you will hit bumps on the road, but he will be by your side through it all.

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Letter eight

TW : Depiction of grief; after Eddie’s death

Letter 7 - Letter 9

May 3rd, 1986

Dear Eddie,

I finally got an answer from UCLA, they accepted me, but I will say no. I can't leave Hawkins without you. We promised to each other that we would leave this town together Eddie. I can't break my promise. All I have left of you are the memories and they are all here, in Hawkins. Besides, I can't leave Wayne... He needs me as much as I need him. And as I previously told you, I found a job here, in Hawkins, the closest I can be to you. I'm starting tomorrow. I don't know how I am going to do it but I have to. I need a paycheck. Wayne still works at the plant, even though the state gave him money as compensation and a new house, he insisted that he still need to work. He says it distracts him. He even told me it might do the same to me. I don't think so. Hopper is a sweetheart for employing me, but it'll remind me that even though we thought he died he is still here. But you aren't, you aren't coming back. Talking about it makes me feel like I wasn't enough, I wasn't enough to make you stay. You might say I was the best partner you could have wished for, it's not how I feel it. I know it makes me the bad guy but I would sacrifice the world to save you. I don't care about anyone else. You are my life Eddie Munson.

I can't move on. I know what you would say. You would say "It' to earl for you to imagine it, but you will." But no Eddie, I won't. I can't. You were my entire life, we've know each other since elementary school. You are my best friend Eddie, and you are the love of my life. A world without you is like a wold without sun. I just don't know if I can do it. You are the most wonderful person that I know. You are the person I loved the most during my 18 years on this planet. You were the only person who didn't abandon me. You were the only who could bear with me. You've been here for me through thick and thin. I'll never thank you enough for everything you brought me. But being robbed from you was also the worse thing that ever happened to me. I hate thinking like this, but sometime I wonder if it wouldn't have been better if I had never known you. Being given all of this with you and then being robbed feels like my heart has been ripped out.

Loving you is a blessing as much as a curse. I am sorry this letter is so sad, but I need to tell you that. I need to tell you how hard it is to write letters without answers, how hard it is to wake up to en empty cold bed. How hard it is to dream of you and then waking up all alone. I'll never get over what I lost. And you, Eddie Munson, stuck me in Hawkins. I'll never be able to leave, not without you.

Some people still think you are guilty, one of the secretary at the sheriff office literally told Hopper that he shouldn't hire "the satanist that killed all those kids' girlfriend." I think that's the hardest part, having people who don't know shit about you, say those kind of things. Yo worth so fucking much more than that.

Anyways, sending you hugs and kisses.

Eternally yours,

Your love

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Can you make a EddiexReader where reader wants to sleep with Eddie but they are scared he won’t like what he sees the under their clothes

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You're fucking beautiful

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

TW: Body image issues, mention of smut

WC: 0.9K

You and Eddie have dating for a month. Today is your one month anniversary and for that, you would love to offer your body to Eddie, you really want to. You are no virgin, it is not the problem at all, but you have huge body image issues. Eddie and you are currently on the sofa, in his trailer. You are making out and Eddie’s hand start roaming your body when you reluctantly part.

“Did I do something wrong?” Eddie asks, concerned.

You cross your hands on your chest to discretely hide your body.

“No, not at all, I’m just tired.” You say too quickly.

Eddie pointedly looks at you. “Sweets…” he says, dejected.

“It’s nothing Eddie.” You say while getting up to go to the bathroom.

You lock your self in the cramped bathroom of Eddie’s trailer and take off your clothes to look at yourself in the mirror. You start tearing up at what you see, you don’t like it. If you don’t like your body how can your boyfriend like it. It is the first time ever you have paid attention to every single flaw on your body. You are far from the perfect cheerleaders or jock. God you are far from the people in Eddie’s porn magazines. He won’t like you anymore, that’s your conclusion. As soon as you will take your clothes off, Eddie will run. He will question why in the hell he started dating you. Or if he is kind enough, he will let you down slowly and kindly, but it will hurt even more. You hurriedly put your clothes back on, dry your tears and go back to the living space.

You take your bag on the bar stool. “I’m sorry Eddie, I have to go!” You say while making a beeline for the door.

“Wait!” he says while hurriedly getting up from the couch. He puts his hand delicately on your arm.

“What’s wrong?” he asks softly, as if you were a wounded animal that would be scared if he spoke too loud.

“Nothing’s wrong, I have homework to do.” You say dismissively. He takes everything in you not to start tearing up.

“Tomorrow is Saturday baby; you will have all the time in the world for homework.” Eddie says, confused by your sudden mood change.

“I really need to go.” You say, Eddie can see the way your fists are closing tight and that is when he realizes there is really something wrong.

“Sweets? Did I go too far earlier?” Eddie asks.

You shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak.

“Then what happened?” he asks, almost pleading.

“You won’t like me anymore…” you mutter.

“What? When? What is happening?” Eddie asks, desperate to understand what changed your mood like that.

“As soon as I undress to go all the way, you won’t like me.” You answer, shrugging and biting your wobbling lip not to cry.

“Baby…” Eddie coos. “What’s got you thinking like that?” he asks.

“I see myself Eddie… I know I’m not perfect. I don’t have the perfect body…” You tell him sadly.

“I might haven’t seen everything, but I love the way you look Sweets.” Eddie tells you rubbing your arm.

“Because I am hidden.” You say matter-of-factly.

“Then show me.” Eddie says as if it was the most logical answer ever.

You shake your head. “I’m not ready to lose you.” You tell him.

“You won’t.” Eddie says confidently and walking toward you slowly. He closes the front door that you opened earlier, takes your hand and leads you to the bedroom. You don’t fight against it, letting Eddie lead you to the bedroom.

Eddie kisses your lips softly and then cups your face in his big warm hands. Somehow, Eddie’s hands are always warm, even in the middle of winter.

“Can you show me Sweets?” Eddie asks softly before kissing your forehead. “Can I undress you?”

You slowly nod, self-consciousness creeping in again.

Eddie starts by unbuttoning your pants, he knows showing your legs will be the “easy” part for you, he knows your more scared he is not going to like your upper-body.

He takes off your pants slowly, taking the time to take in what he sees. He kisses your legs from your calves to your panties. “So beautiful.” He speaks.

You blush at Eddie’s words. Eddie then helps you out of your shirt and kisses every inch of skin exposed. As soon as he is done kissing your body you reflexively cross your arms to hide yourself. Eddie delicately takes your arms to unhide your body and kisses your lips.

“So fucking pretty baby.” He says.

Eddie then lays you down on the bed and start kissing every inch of your body. He then takes off his own clothes and spends the night worshipping and complimenting your body.

Showing yourself naked in front of Eddie is becoming easier thanks to his patience and love for you, and ever since that night, Eddie keeps telling you how much he loves you, body, and soul. And even if Eddie cannot make your own self-consciousness disappear, he had helped a lot. You are now able to be the one taking your clothes off in front of Eddie and every time you do, he praises you. Eddie loves you, body, and mind and now, you are starting to believe him.

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Prologue : You’ll be the saddest part of me

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Letter seven:

TW : Depiction of grief; after Eddie’s death

Letter 6 - Letter 8

May, Ist 1986

Hi Eddie,

The guys and I went to The Hideout yesterday, but it is not the same without you. I love the guys, don't get me wrong, but we all felt that someone was missing. And this someone was you Eddie. Gareth had no one to blame for the death of one of his character in the last campaign, Jeff couldn't argue on who was the best guitar player of all times, I had no one's hand to hold. I took you van to go there, I picked up the guys. The ride was silent. No Metallica or Dio blasting from the stereo, no one driving like a maniac. No one rubbing my knee while they are driving. And obviously I was the designated driver. You know how much I hate driving. I might have got so drunk that Jeff had to drive to come back to my house. Not home, my house.

Home was with you and nowhere else. I am homeless in a way.

Do you want to know why I got so drunk Eddie? To forget. To forget that I lost you, to forget the ache in my chest. I can't bear it anymore and getting drunk or high makes me feel at peace, even for just a little while.

Anyways, Jeff slept on the couch and I just dropped him off at his place. I feel so bad that he had to sleep at my place. He said it was no big deal and that the boys were there for me if I needed anything. But no one can give me what I want. I want you Eds. Nothing else, I just want you by my side. I want to be your little spoon at night and to wake up to your hair tickling my face. I want to get high with you on Saturday night and then spend a lazy Sunday in bed. When we asked me about my future, I only saw it with you. Now, when we ask me about my future? I see nothing. I don't like anything anymore. Life without you is dull.

My house is a mess so after I finished writing this letter, I better get my shit together and clean up a little.

Then I can allow myself to sulk in bed. Then I can allow myself to cry on pictures of us, of moments we will never share again. I made two photo albums of us. One with photos from before we started dating and the second one of our relationship.

You know how you said in your letter that I made you feel good first as a lover and then as a best friend?

Well even after we started dating you remained my best friend Eddie. You are everything to me.

The guys asked me to be a part of Corroded Coffin after our gig. I don't know if I can do it Eds, it feels like I would be replacing you, even though I would only sing. And it's hard, singing the songs you wrote or the covers of your favorite songs. You told me to give your mixtape another go but I never got the strength. It is currently in a box with all the things you gifted me. I'm wearing your mom's ring though. The one you were wearing on your right hand. Wayne told me that you planned on giving it to me as a promise ring. Don't worry Eddie, my heart will always be yours.

- Eternally yours

Your Sweetheart

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The funfair

Eddie Munson x afab!reader

No trigger warning

WC: 1.1K

You nervously write a note for your crush, Eddie Munson. You have been crushing on him for months now and your best friend, Robin Buckley, told you to ask him at the fair. She said it was the perfect opportunity to get to know each other while having fun. The fair is in Hawkins for a month.

Here’s how, you ended up nervously standing in front of locker 066.

“Put the note in his locker.” Robin presses you.

You anxiously put it in his locker and quickly run off. Robin runs after you and once you stop, you anxiously bite on your thumb nail.

“What if he laugh at me?” You ask Robin.

“I know Munson you dingus, worse case scenario? He is only flattered and Eddies loves flattery. Best case scenario? He says yes and you’ve got a date.”

“I’m gonna make a fool of myself…” You tell her, exasperated.

“No you wont,” Robin answers “I’m sure Eddie will say yes.” She says suspiciously smiling.

“You know something!” You exclaim. “Spill!”

“Munson might have mentioned you once or twice…” Robin spills.

--

Meanwhile, Eddie goes to his locker, followed by Dustin. They talk about D&D and Eddie opens his locker without looking, the note falling on the ground. By chance, Dustin sees it and pick it up.

“What’s that?” Eddie asks.

Dustin shrugs. “It just fell off of your locker.” The younger boy answers.

Eddie unfolds the note and read it. Eddie smiles like a fool once he read the six words neatly written on the paper.

‘Wanna go to the fair with me?

Y/N’

“What is it?” Dustin asks, curious of what made his older friend smile so big.

“None of your business.” Eddie answers? “Go wait for me at the van, I’ll be here in a sex.” Eddie answers. Eddie scribbles his answer and his phone number on the back of your note and put it in your locker, hoping to get a call from you to arrange the details of the date.

--

You got Eddie’s note in your locker when you went to grab your things before heading home. It is now 8pm and you are pacing anxiously in front of your phone, pondering on calling Eddie right now to arrange the details of your date. You take a deep breath and pick up the phone. You compose Eddie’s number.

“Munson residence, Eddie here.” You hear on the other side of the line.

“Eddie, it’s YN,” You tell him.

“You called?!” he asks, positively surprised.

“I called.” You answer.  “I’m really bad at this whole going on a date thing…” You confess.

“Sweetheart,” Eddie coos. “Do you really think I’ve been on a ton of dates before?” he asks.

“I don’t know…” you answer.

“You overestimate me. So when are we going at the fair?” Eddie asks.

“Would tomorrow be okay?” You shyly asks.

“Tomorrow it is!” Eddie answers. “Picking you up at 10 am.

“10 am” you repeat. “Goodnight Eddie.”

“Goodnight Sweetheart.” Eddie answers before hanging up.

--

You hear a car honk in your driveway, you quickly take your bag and get out to find Eddie’s van, parked in your driveway. Eddie gets out of his van and opens the passenger door for you.

“Thank you sir,” you shyly say while climbing into the van.

Eddie and you spend the car ride talking about the attractions you want to do at the fair. Eddie wants to do some sensational rides and is currently trying to convince you.

“I’m sure you are going to love it!” he insists.

“It scares me…” you confess, ashamed.

“I’ll be holding your hand through it if it helps you.” Eddie says reassuringly.

“Okay…” you breathe out.

Eddie parks the van and open the passenger door for you. You both go into the fair and Eddie stops in front of a food booth.

“Want something to drink? Or eat?” he asks.

“What about sharing a cotton candy?” you ask.

“One cotton candy.” Eddie asks the salesman, Eddie pays and hold the cotton candy in between the two of you. While eating, you put accidentally some on your nose and Eddie use his fingers to take it off, he then licks his finger and hold eye contact. You start blushing and see Eddie getting closer to you.

His nose bump with yours and Eddie gently kisses your cheek. You then go towards a rollercoaster, Eddie buys each of you a ticket. In the line, you anxiously bite on your nails.

“Hey, if you’re too scared, we don’t have to do it.” Eddie gently says.

“I want to.” You say smiling a little at Eddie.

It’s your turn, you both take place, harness lowers and the rollercoaster leaves.

You hold Eddie’s hand during the entire ride. You are scared but strangely enough, you like it as well.

Once the ride is over, you and Eddie go to another food booth and order two hot dogs. You sit at a table.

“I really like you.” Eddie blurts out.

“Me too.” You say, smiling shyly.

“I know this date is not over but would you do me the honor of going to a second date with me?” Eddie anxiously asks.

“Of course,” you say before biting into your hot dog.

Eddie and you spend the rest of the meal eating in silence.

You do several rides in the afternoon and you hold Eddie’s hand in each of them but enjoy them nonetheless. When the night starts setting Eddie takes you by the end and leads you towards the ferris wheel.

“Would you like to go to the Ferris Wheel with me?” Eddie asks.

You nod.

Eddie buy the two of you a ticket and climb in the Ferris Wheel. You both sit next to one another, and you hold hand. While you are watching all around you, Eddie can’t take his eyes off of you and once the Ferris Wheel stops at the top, Eddie cups your cheeks and kisses your lips softly. You reciprocate the kiss and break apart once you are back at the entrance. You both leave the Ferris Wheel and in hand and grab a sandwich, you eat in the back of Eddie’s van, asking questions to get to know each other. Then, Eddie drives you back at your parent’s, he get out of his car to open the car door for you, and before parting ways, you kiss him softly.

This was your first date and you couldn’t have dreamt for a better date. You are looking forward for your next date with Eddie in a few days.

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Letter six:

TW: Depiction of grief; after Eddie’s death

Letter 5 - Letter 7

April 30th, 1986

Eddie,

I don't even know why I am writing those lines. But I miss you, and I'm angry at everyone who treated you badly. I saw Mrs Cunningham at the store and she started badmouthing on you. You can't imagine how much that hurts. To hear words about your boyfriend, your lover than you know aren't true.

I have to find a way to make see how you really where, who you were deep down. I just can't the idea that people still hate you and you did everything in your power to save them...

They should be so fucking grateful. But the problem is that they don't know that. They don't know how you really left us nor why.

I've been feeling sick lately. I don't know what happening to me.

Anyways, I called Hopper this morning. I got a part-time job as a secretary for now. He didn't want to give me a full-time job because of my current mental state.

He already told me that if one day I didn't feel like going to work, I could skip and he'd still pay me. He is a sweetheart but I can't accept this.

Wayne's invited me to play poker this afternoon. He told me all about how you've stopped playing with him when you were 15. You know, he wished he had one last game with you. He told me you were good at it. I wasn't that good. I wish you could have taught me...

I didn't really answer, I still cannot talk about you, except to defend you. As for Wayne he can only do it when he's remembering something about you. It's hard to hear him talk about you, but I can't be selfish, he needs it and that's why I'll let him talk about you as much as he wants. Even though it hurts.

Wayne said he would stop by this afternoon.I really have to clean up the trailer... I never have the strength to do mundane tasks and the trailer is a real mess. You would tell me: "Sweetheart, you're worse than me." And you would have chuckled.

I really don't want Wayne to see how bad I'm doing. He is already there for me more than he should. Besides it would break his heart and the poor man already has to cope with your departure so I don't want him to have to cope with my shitty mental state.

I know he already sees I am not doing good, I just don't want him to see the extent of how bad I feel. I don't want to add this pressure on him. I don't want to become a burden.

Anyways, little genius finally finished writing the campaign. Even if it's hard I promised to him that I would read it so that's what I'm going to do right after writing this letter. I will tell you about everything about it tomorrow. But I'm sure it's gonna be good, as you always said, the kid's a genius, even though his ego is the size of the World Trade Center. I know you would have laughed at this joke. And called me a "smarty pants" but that's true ! Don't even try to argue with me on that !

Anyways, he gave me the campaign and I'll try reading today. They are going to play it on Friday. I can't watch it, I don't feel capable of doing so. I'm sorry Eddie, I know you want me to watch the campaign, I know you don't like the fact that I asked Dustin to kill off my character. But DnD without you makes no sense.

On a more positive note, I'm going out with Gareth and Jeff tonight. They said and I quote "we don't want to be sulking all alone in your house tonight so let's go The Hideout."

Gareth even added "please sneak some beers for me." Im not so fond of the idea but who am

I ? Definitely not his mom, so he'll get his beer. Don't worry, I'll supervise him.

The boys are missing you too you know. We're all missing you.

Eternally yours,

- Your sweetie

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I want to be there for you

Eddie x gn!reader

TW: Chronic pains

WC: ≈ 1K words

Dedicated to my big sister who has the courage to live with chronic pains every single day. I love you big sis

You’ve had chronic pains for a few years now, but a crisis like this never happened in front of your boyfriend, Eddie. You’re currently curled up on the couch your joints and muscles hurting. Every part of your body aches but the most painful ones are your hips, your ankles and your knees as well as your fingers and toes. You’re boyfriend just got back from work, all excited, as usual.

“Baby?” Eddie sing songs.

“Yeah?” you ask, voice weak, trying to hide in how much pain you are.

Eddie rushes to the living room without taking his shoes off.

“Baby, is everything okay?” Eddie asks concerned.

You nod, biting your lip to hide in how much pain you are.

“Baby…” Eddie coos. “I know you’re not well”

“Just hurting a bit.” You say trying to minimize the pain crisis you’re currently experiencing.

Eddie hurries to take his shoes off and slide on the couch, right behind you, holding you close.

“How can I help?” He asks, motivated in helping you as much as he can.

“Eddie… You really don’t have to…” You tell him, scared to be a burden.

“I don’t have to, I want to Sweets, so please just let me help.”

You nod.

“What usually help is warmth…” you didn’t even have time to finish your sentence that Eddie got up and hurried to the kitchen.

Eddie put the water to boil and prepared your hot water bottle.

Eddie screams from your kitchen.

“What else can help?” Eddie asks.

“Soft fabrics, for clothes or like covers” You answer weakly, the pain becoming so unbearable that you’re becoming teary eyed.

While the water is boiling, Eddie runs to your room and take your softest blankets and runs back to the living room, wrapping the blanket around you.

Eddie runs back to the kitchen, turns the stove off and put the boiling water inside the hot water bottle.

“Where do you want the warm bottle?”

“Maybe on my hips.” You answer.

Eddie delicately put the water botthe on your hip and stroke your arm.

“Is there anything else I can do?” Eddie asks.

“Stay here please” you ask Eddie.

“I’m not going anywhere Sweets, I promise” Eddie says sitting next to you.

Eddie starts stroking your hair, whispering sweet nothings into your hear and telling you how much he loves you.

“Did you do anything that might have triggered the pains?” Eddie asks you.

“Maybe it got triggered when I cleaned up the apartment” you tell Eddie.

“Baby… next time tell me and I’ll do it for you…” Eddie suggests.

“Eddie it’s fine…” you say, not wanting Eddie to have to suffer from the consequences of your own chronic pains.

“It’s no big deal, I swear” Eddie tells you.

You sigh “I just couldn’t do the laundry… it was too much for my body…” you reluctantly confess, ashamed.

“Let me do it for you” Eddie says, getting up, careful not to hurt you furthermore.

Eddie does your laundry while you lay down, the warmth does little to calm your ache, you know another thing that could help but you’re afraid to tell Eddie what it is.

Eddie comes back with the clean laundry and starts folding it and putting it in your closet. Eddie never folded clothes as well as he just did.

You get up from the couch and goes to your room even though it hurts every fiber of your body.

“Stop, I’m gonna do it Eddie.” You tell him softly, wincing in pain.

“No Sweets, let me do it.” Eddie insists.

You look at Eddie folding your clothes baffled. “I didn’t know you knew how to do it” you say chuckling.

“’s not cause I don’t do it that I don’t know how to do it” Eddie pouts.

You go closer to Eddie and hug him from behind, pressing your body tight against him as you know pressure points help.

Eddie chuckles. “Hey, ‘s not hurting Sweets?”

You shake your head before saying, “pressure points helps, the tighter you hug me the better.” You tell him.

Eddie put the t-shirt he was folding on a shelf and hugs you as tight as he can. “Better?” he asks.

You nod. Eddie and you stay like this for a while until he asks. “Would a massage help?”

“I don’t know, I never had anyone massaging me” you confess.

“Lay down Sweets” Eddie tells you.

You lay down and Eddie starts massaging your knees, careful of not hurting you.

“Does it hurt?” he asks several times.

Every time you shake your head no.

Then Eddie massages your hips, you hum in content. It doesn’t suppress the pain, but it makes it more bearable.

“It helps.” You confess while Eddie massages your wrist and fingers with his warm hands.

Once Eddie finished massaging you, you look at him, feeling a bit better, “Lay on ly body please, as I said earlier, pressure points help.” You shyly say.

“Are you sure I’m not going to crush you?” Eddie asks, afraid of hurting you.

“You won’t” You say, laying on your back. “We can do it like a hug if it feels less weird for you.”

Eddie nods. He takes his denim and leather jacket off and lay on you, you wrap your arms around Eddie and the two of you stay like that for a little while. It feels good, it makes the pain hurt less and you feel so loved. Eddie is literally crushing you, but not in a negative way, in a way that makes you feel loved.

“Thank you” you mumble in his neck.

“Anything for you Sweets” Eddie says.

You stayed like this, Eddie crushing you for a while and then, Eddie decided that you were on bed rest. He made dinner to you and you both ate in your bed, in front of your comfort movie. Eddie even decided to stay the night and you fell asleep, your body tightly held by Eddie.

It feels good to feel held, firstly, it makes your joint and muscles hurt less and secondly it makes you feel loved and comforted.

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Letter five:

TW: Depiction of grief; after Eddie’s death

Letter 4 - Letter 6

April 29th, 1986

Dear Eddie,

It’s currently 2 am while I’m writing this letter. I can’t sleep Eddie, I miss the warmth of your arms, I miss you, so much. I got back from The Hideout an hour ago. We had our little performance. We did the last setlist you’ve made. Honestly, I don’t know how you do this. Be on stage like that? It’s nerve wracking.

Dustin and his friends came to cheer on me. It reminded me of how I was cheering on yo at each performance. I wish yo were there, by my side, singing alongside me. Wayne came to the performance too. Before I went on stage, he gave me your lucky pick. I couldn’t accept it but he insisted, telling me you would want me to have it. I’m not so sure abut that but Wayne didn’t let me refuse. I wore it while on stage, I had a little bit of you with me. I’m going to sound like a petulant child saying this but... It wasn’t enough... I wanted you here.

I’m so sorry we never got to sing together at The Hideout. I wish that I could turn back in time and do it. I wish we could have been making many more memories together.

Also, I’m going to look for a job. I’m going to ask Hopper if I an be a secretary at the police station. Ironic when you’re Eddie Munson’s girl, right?

While writing this sentence, I just imagined how yo would have laughed at that. You would have said “You’re going to get me out of trouble, right?” And I would have laughed at that. Also never told you in the previous letter but my parents left town. hey graciously gave me the house but I

have to do some renovations because of the “earthquake”. That’s part of why I need a job. I’m not sure I’m emotionally capable of having a job but I don’t have a choice...

Wayne offered to give me money but I declined. He is already working his ass off. He also has been there so much for me Eds. I think we help each other out. And we understand each other’s pain. We both wish the town had seen you like we do. As an amazing, brave, loyal and creative person. You are amazing Eddie Munson. You deserved the world but this world didn’t deserve you.

Wayne asked me if I wanted to come with him to the cemetery. I politely declined. I can’t Eddie... it is too hard. The funeral were already hard enough.I’m sorry I can’t do it Eddie...

Remember that you are loved.

Eternally yours,

- The love of your life

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Timeless

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

No trigger warning, just fluff.

WC ≈ 1.5K

Based on Timeless by Taylor Swift

January 1987,

You’ve been walking in the streets of Indianapolis when an antique shop comes into view. You enter the shop and stop at the counter where thousands of old photos are on display. Most of them are photos of couples from different period of times. The sign says: ‘Photos, 25 cents each”. All of those old photos make you think of your relationship with your boyfriend, Eddie. 

The first photo you came across was a black and white photo of a bride in the ‘30s, it made you think of how much you would love to be Eddie’s bride, it makes you imagine what your dream wedding with the love of your life would look like. You think about how you would definitely marry Eddie in a heartbeat. It makes you daydream about how he might propose and about how, if one day he does, your gonna throw yourself at him.

You then saw the photo of school lovers laughing on the porch of their first house. It reminds you of the day you and Eddie moved in together. After the events of the Upside Down, Eddie and you didn’t lose a second, seeing Eddie battling for life in the hospital made you realize that your love for him is the kind of love you find only once in a lifetime. Eddie got out of the hospital in May 1986, with the financial compensation that the state gave the both of you, you bought a small trailer at Hawkins trailer’s park. You officially moved in together in June 1986 and have been living together ever since. You were the one nursing his wounds, you are the one who is here for him, in the middle of the night when he wakes up from a nightmare. You know that you’ll be here for him for as long as he allows you to be. Eddie is for you, the kind of love that you don’t put down, you cling to it for as long as you can. Even if Eddie despises conformity, you and Eddie are High School Sweetheart, you met in school and started dating during his second senior year. And this photo reminded you of that, it reminded you of how Eddie and you, are the American Teenage love story. Your first date was in a shitty drive in, your first kiss behind the bleachers and your first ‘I love you’ in the confines of Eddie’s bedroom. You first moved in together before graduating, and almost a year later, your shared trailer feels more like home than your respective childhood homes. 

You came across photos of couples in 1944, photos of women reading letters from their beloved who left to fight for the war, and at that moment, you realized that even if you met Eddie at that time, and were one of those women, you would have been waiting for him. 

At some point you spotted a photo of a teenage couple holding hands, on their way to a dance, the date said 1958. You took the photo in your hands and smiled. You feel like time stopped and remember the first time you saw Eddie. You remember that you were in Junior High and you were already intrigued by this little boy. You remember that, despite his buzzcut at the time, the first thing you thought of him was that he was pretty. Eddie and you were two grades apart, but from the moment you saw him to the moment he left Junior High, you kept admiring from afar. Then, you went to High School and your fascination turned into warmth into the pit of your stomach. During Eddie’s first senior year (and your Sophomore year), you finally realized that you had a crush on Eddie. Then you had the courage to join Hellfire. When Eddie said “hello” is when you story started. You didn’t have any hopes of being Eddie’s girlfriend. Eddie didn’t seem to date, but you took the opportunity to get to know him and spend time with him. And once you got to know him, you became head over heels, Eddie wasn’t only a good looking guy, deep down, he was also a real sweetheart.  You knew that there will never be anyone else than Eddie. Your heart belonged to him the minute he said “Hello” when you approached him to join the Hellfire Club. All of these memories, all of your story with Eddie, you are so scared to forget it all. 

You got out of your trip down the memory lane and came upon an old book, covered in cobwebs. When you open the book and start reading it, you realize that it is the story of a romance torn apart by fate. This story is your worse nightmare and reminds you that you almost lost Eddie in March of last year, it reminds you that fate almost teared you apart. It’s a story taking place a century ago. The couple fell in love just like you did with Eddie, they were teenage sweethearts too, the man died for the woman the same way Eddie almost died to protect you. And you know that you would die for him in the same way, Eddie is the most important person of your life. 

All of those pictures and stories made you realize that if you were forced to marry another man, your heart would still be Eddie’s. You would hide from your husband and read Eddie’s love letters every single nights. You would end up running away, leaving your life behind. Eddie still would be yours. You believe that the two of you were supposed to find each other and that in any lifetime, Eddie would be yours and you would be his. 

Times does affect your body, it’s scientific, but you know it won’t touch your soul, it won’t change your love for Eddie. In 50 years, you still see yourself love Eddie. Eddie’s always going to be yours and you are always going to be his. You know your love is timeless. You know that when you’ll be old and gray, you’ll keep loving him. You know you’ll have a cardboard full of photos laying in front of you. Photos of the life that Eddie and you have made. 

As those photos and this book made you think of Eddie, you went back on the streets and searched for a call box. As soon as you find it, you put all of your cents in the machine and dial your trailer’s phone number. 

“You’ve reached Eddie Munson, what can I do for ya?” Eddie asks.

“Baby!” You say, excited and out of breath.

“Sweets, where are you? Is everything okay?” Eddie asks, concerned.

“Yeah, yeah everything okay. I was just missing you.” You say softly.

“I miss you too, where are you?” Eddie asks again. “Still in Indianapolis?”

“Yes. Eddie I came across an antique shop and there were so many photos of couples. And it’s so hard to explain, but I saw us on those photos instead. It made me realize that somehow, I know that you and I would have found each other, even in another life. Even if we met in 1944 and you were headed off to fight in the war, you still would’ve been mine. I would have read your love letters every nights, praying that you’d be coming home all right. I would’ve impatiently waited for your return and then you would’ve proposed and we would have married each other once the war was over.” 

“You’re so cheesy” Eddie says, you can hear the smile in his voice. “But I also believe that we are timeless, that no matter what we would have found each other. Don’t say anyone I said this but I believe we are two halves of the same soul an that no matter what, we were destined to find each other.”

“And now who’s the cheesy one” You say smiling from ear to ear.  You can hear the bip of the call box indicating that your calling time is almost over.

“Eddie, I have to hang up but I love you, so much. See you tonight.”

A few days after this phone conversation, Eddie proposed to you. He wrote an acoustic song (which is really rare for Eddie) inspired by your phone call, a song telling you how much he loves you and how you and Eddie would have found each other in any other lifetimes. And in the cardboard you made, where you gathered all of your photos with Eddie, you added your engagement photo. A photo of you, arm wrapped around Eddie’s neck your body pressed tight against Eddie’s, tears of happiness rolling down your cheeks. You and Eddie both know it’s only the beginning and that in a few decades from now, the cardboard will be filled with memories, because you are meant for each others. 

In every scenarios, every period of time you could have been living in, you imagine your heart belonging to Eddie. You and Eddie, your love story, really is timeless. 

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Letter four

TW: Depiction of grief, Eddie’s death

Letter 3 - Letter 5

April 26th, 1986

Dear Eddie,

I haven’t a lot of news to be honest. It is still so hard to live without you. Will the suffering ever end? Will I be able to say your name out loud one day. I feel like it is so fucking hard to be without you, all I want is to fall asleep in your arms, kiss you breathless, have lazy Sundays in your bed. I want to see your gifted fingers playing the guitar. I wan’t to hear you curse, laugh, be your dramatic self. I want you to comfort me and tell me that everything is going to be okay. It al feels like really bad dream. I always hope it is a nightmare and I’ll wake up next to you in the morning. But each morning arrives and I wake up in cold sheet, all alone. Each morning is harder than the one before. It is suffocating Eds. It is suffocating how much I miss you. I’d give my life to have even five more minutes with you. I wish Heaven had visiting hours, even if I couldn’t bring you back, all I wish is to have more time with you. I know that wasn’t your intention but it feels like o abandoned me. But I think I should have expected it. It was too good to be true, having you. Being love by you. It was too easy and life isn’t easy. I just wish everything, the pain, the exhaustion could stop. I want peace Eddie, even if it’s just for a few minutes.

There will be a DnD campaign at my place tonight. I don’t feel like having people but I already postponed their campaign a few days ago and I feel so bad about it. Dustin is going to finish the most recent campaign you wrote tonight. I can’t wait to see the plot twists he’ll include. He asked me for the notes you had already took on the campaign so I think he’ll be true to what you had already planned. I’m not going to play. I told Dustin to kill my character. I honestly don’t know if I’ll be watching them play. Hellfire isn’t the same without you, and you were, according to me, the best Dungeon Master to ever walk on earth. Dustin is pretty decent, don’t get me wrong, but he isn’t as theatrical and dramatic as you. You were born to be a DM.

I’m starting to learn Fade To Black on your Dragon Slaying Machine as you like to call your acoustic guitar. It’s really hard and I’m really not gifted. I actually don’t understand how you could be so patient with teaching me the guitar, I personally feel like I don’t have the patience anymore. Despite everyone could have thoughts, you were an amazing teacher, really soothing too. I think that’s the reason I had more patience while learning. When you played or taught the acoustic guitar, you were always so calm, just watching you strum the cords was soothing. I miss our lazy Sundays, the one during which you would learn songs, strum your acoustic for inspiration or read The Lord of The Rings for me. About that, I hope you won’t be mad but I kept your copy of the book, it is in my bedside table. I can’t bring myself to finish the second book without you though... It is too painful, and I miss the voices you did to the characters. I know it is childish but I miss it.

I miss you, every little part that made you yourself. I love you, always.

Eternally yours,

- Your Sweetheart

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22 kisses for your 22nd birthday

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

Based on two prompts by @novelbear

#1. giving them the same amount of kisses than the age they are turning.

#2. "You didn't have to do anything" "I wanted to"

No trigger warning

WC: 0.7K

A/N: It’s my birthday so here’s a birthday special!!! Sorry, it’s really me coded

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“Eddie!” you squeal.

“22 kisses for my wonderful partner who is turning 22!” Eddie says.

You smile at your boyfriend’s antics.

“You are a dork.” You say.

“But I’m your dork.” He answers with a cheesy smile.

“So baby,” he starts. “I have an entire day planned for us.”

“What?” you ask, surprised.

“We are spending your day together.” Eddie answers, puzzled by your question. “Unless you don’t want to?” He is quick to ask.

“Of course I want to, but you didn’t have to do anything.” You answer.

“I wanted to.” Eddie is quick to tell you.

“Stay here,” he adds, disappearing into your kitchen. He comes back a few minutes later with a tray full of pastries.

“Oh my god Eddie!” you say shocked.

“Sweetheart, here’s your breakfast.” He says, putting the tray on your bedside table. He hands you a cup of coffee that you gladly take.

“Thank you so much kind sir,” you tell him, smiling.

Eddie and you eat the pastries. While eating your breakfast, you ask.

“What kind of clothes should I be wearing?” you ask.

“Casual?” Eddie shrugs.

You nod while eating your pastry. Once Eddie and you finish eating, you go to your wardrobe and take out a casual outfit: black jeans and a crop top with a band logo.

Eddie and you leave your home, hand in hand and walk toward Eddie’s van. Eddie helps you into the passenger seat before climbing too and driving. Eddie parks at the Arcade’s parking lot. You get out of the van and Eddie leads you inside. One thing to know about you is that you love the arcade.

“Play as many games as you want, it’s on me.” Eddie tells you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You squeal, kissing your boyfriend’s cheek.

You run towards your favorite game and play for hours, not seeing the time pass.

Eddie then took your hand and softly says. “Time to go eat my love.” You take his hand and the two of you leave the arcade with two huge smiles on your faces.

Eddie starts, the car, not telling you where you are going.

“Where are we going?” you ask a bit impatient.

“uh uh, not telling you, it’s a surprise.” Eddie says while driving.

It takes a few seconds for you to realize that Eddie is parking the car on the parking lot of the new Domino’s pizza that just opened in Hawkins.

“Triple cheese for you?” he asks.

You nod and Eddie leaves you to go order. He comes back a few minutes later, two pizzas in hand. He hands them to you before saying.

“What do you think about eating them at Lover’s lake?” Eddie knows you enjoy spending time at Lover’s lake, you love hearing the water run as well as the calm of the place.

Eddie drives to Lover’s lake, he gets out of the van and open the back door to reveal a mountain of pillows and blankets. You both sit there and eat your pizzas.

“Mmmm, they are really good!” You tell him.

“They are!” Eddie nods.

“Thank you for today,” you sweetly say in between two bites.

“It’s my pleasure Sweetheart.” Eddie says, smiling.

“I love you.” You say, kissing his lips with your greasy ones.

After you pull back Eddie gets closer to you and look in your eyes.

“I love you too, so much. Thank you for being born baby, thank you for being who you are. Thank you for allowing into your life.” Eddie says before delicately caressing your face.

“You’re the best Eddie.” You say before kissing him again.

You then spend the afternoon at Lover’s lake. You both lay on your back, in the grass and talk for hours. You talk about everything, D&D, your relationship, the future you imagine together. When the sun sets, Eddie takes you by the hand and lead you to the van. Eddie drives you to small restaurant in town. You both eat, and when it’s time for dessert, the waiter comes with a birthday cake. It’s written on it: Happy birthday, I love you so much.

You burst in tears at the gesture while Eddie and the waiter sing happy birthday.

Eddie hugs you, he puts you on his lap and you both feed each other some birthday cake. You then come back home and you fall asleep in the arms of your beloved Eddie.

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