#i just want eddie to have a nice gf that loves him and makes him happy

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For You･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Pairing | Eddie Munson x sunshine!reader

Warnings | 18+ only, 2,700 words of tooth rotting fluff, followed by 2,000 words of pure smut, rounded off with a bit more fluff, swearing, oral (male receiving), vaginal sex, protected sex because this reader is responsible.

Word Count | ~4,840

A/N | Everything I write about Eddie exposes me more than any fic I’ve ever written. And yes, I think I will talk about Lord of the Rings in pretty much everything I write about him.

I thank a god I’ve never met, never loved, never wanted, for you

Catching sight of Eddie’s van through the window, you turn the burner off and jog from the kitchen, sliding along the floor in your frilly socks, just short of slamming into the wall. By the time Eddie’s walking up your drive, you’ve flung the door open. Excitement bubbling, you can’t stop yourself from bouncing on your feet.

“Happy Birthday, Eddie!” You yell, reaching out for him as he approaches. His smile sends a little heat through you he looks you up and down in your sundress. 

He’s so handsome, dressed for the late Summer heat. You love his jacket, love how he looks in it, but there’s something about Eddie in just one of his many band t-shirts. You can see the tattoos dotted over his pale arms, his bracelets, and his chain just peeking out from the frayed neckline of his shirt.

When Eddie reaches you, he lets you pull him into a hug, laughing at you still moving up and down.

“You’re more excited than I am,” he murmurs, pressing a short, sweet kiss to your lips.

“I love Birthdays.”

“I know you do,” he nods, remembering the last birthday of one of your cheerleader friends. You’d dragged him into town to look for a gift, there all day as you hummed and hawed over every possibility before landing on what you wanted for her. You then proceeded to spend an egregious amount of time deciding on the right card, even longer writing the message. The day of her Birthday, at school, you’d brought in a green and gold cake, getting practically the whole cafeteria to sing to her as she covered her face, giggling the whole time. 

Eddie’s just glad it’s a Saturday.

You grab his hand and pull him inside, then clench your hands tight in excited little fists. He just wants to cuddle you. 

“Okay, so, here’s the plan,” you start, straightening your fingers and moving your hands as you go through each step. “I’m making your cake just now, and I thought we could have some here and do your candles and stuff, because I assumed you wouldn’t like that in public later?”

"Damn right,” 

“Okay,” you smile. “And we can do your card and your gifts here, too. Then later, we’re meeting your friends for dinner. Just pizza - but it’s within walking distance so you don’t need to drive us and you can have your first actual, legal drink. And I thought, maybe, after dinner,” you say, standing close and looking up into his eyes, tone all innocent suggestiveness. “We could come back here? Does that sound good?”

He nods with enthusiasm, smiling at your soft laughter. Cupping your face, he presses another kiss to your lips, this time letting his tongue find yours, tasting a fading earthy sweetness.

A throat clears, and you jerk around to face your Dad, his expression impassive. “Eddie,” he says. “Nice to see you.”

“You too,” Eddie answers, trying to ignore the way you’re pressing up against his side, your hand on his chest, your arm around his waist. Eddie’s praying he didn’t hear what you said just before, or how you said it.

“It’s Eddie’s Birthday,”

“So you’ve mentioned, with increasing frequency, for the last month,” he answers. “Since you’ve claimed the kitchen for the day, at least let me move through my own hallway in peace.”

“Okay, Dad,” you say, grabbing Eddie’s hand and pulling him easily through to the kitchen, where he’s greeted again by that floral, sweet warm aroma that he’d tasted in your mouth.

He sees there’s three jars of honey open on the counter and furrows his eyebrows. “I was trying to taste for the best one, but actually it makes sense if you decide.” 

“This is...for the cake?” Eddie asks, taking the teaspoon you hand him and tasting the most yellow of the three. It’s grainy in the pleasant way that honey can be, a little too sweet. You give him water to wash away the taste, nodding as he tries the next one, more runny and lightly floral. 

“Yes,” you answer, turning to switch the stove back on, stirring together milk, butter and cinnamon. “Which do you like best?” 

“The last one,” he answers, licking his lips to get the dregs of it. The darkest, a golden brown, almost woody tasting. 

You grin. “I like that one, too.” 

“So it’s honey cake?”

You nod vigorously, spooning in his chosen honey before continuing to stir. “So, you know I’m reading the Lord of the Rings books. Slowly, but I am enjoying them,” you start. “And last month I was at the bit where the elves are giving them all the supplies, and they’re trying that bread, right? And Gimli! He talks about honey cakes that, um, how do you pronounce the word for the bear men?”

“Beornings,” he supplies.

“The cakes the Beornings made. And I thought, oh that would be so lovely for Eddie! To give you food from this world you love so much.” Your eyes are bright with the excitement of finally getting to spill the whole thought process to him. “And then, when I went looking for a good recipe, in the library I found this!” You grab the open book from the counter and hold it up. The picture on the front is long faded, the plastic covering from the library barely hanging on. “This is a 1965 reprint of a British cookbook that was first published in 1899. The foreword talks about how, at the time, this was like, the go to book for cooks and housewives in England. So, Tolkien was like seven when this came out, and in his biography it says that his Mom looked after him pretty much on her own until he was twelve.” You turn from his wide eyes to take the pot off the stove, wanting to give it a final good stir before you let it steep. “So, this is, entirely conceivably, the recipe for honey cake that literal Tolkien himself ate when he was a kid! And it makes sense then, that this would be what he was picturing when he wrote about honey cakes in the book! And sure, there’s probably been improvements to the recipe in the last eighty-seven years, but I just thought- oh. What’s wrong?”

You abandon the cooling pot at the sight of him, face a little red, bottom lip quivering, fingers pressed to his eyes. You reach up to brush some of the hair from his warm forehead. “Eddie?”

“Oh, man, what the fuck,” he says, clearly embarrassed. Eddie shakes his head, dragging his hands across his face and looking up to hide the tears bubbling in his eyes. He sniffs, giving you a brave smile that breaks your heart. “I don’t-” He laughs, trying to hide the next sniffle. “That was weird, I don’t know what that was.”

“Eddie,” you repeat gently. “Please tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing,” he chuckles, tears building again suddenly. “Fuck!”

“Come on,” you say, all but dragging him over to the kitchen table and sitting him down on one of the seats, dropping yourself in his lap to let him press his face to your shoulder. His arms are secure around you, his fingers digging into your hip a little desperately. For a few minutes, you stroke his soft hair, taking long, deep breaths that you hope he’ll copy. 

“Don’t wanna distract you, if there’s anything you need to do,” Eddie mumbles, his fingers twitching against your skin. 

“You need to leave everything in the pot for a while for all the flavours to come together,” you assure, smiling at him happily when he finally looks at you. “And I hope you know it wouldn’t matter anyway.”

“‘m sorry,” 

“Don’t be.” You press a sweet kiss to his cheek, making an exaggerated mwah sound just to hear him laugh. Then, because it strikes you that he might need to hear it, “I love you, Eddie.”

“I’m starting to believe that,” he admits, rocking you both a little before running a hand through his hair. “I’ve uh,” Eddie looks up at you, eyes wide and earnest. “Well, I’ve never had anything- Nobody has ever done anything like this before. For me. Not for my Birthday,” he explains. “Not for anything, actually.”

“It’s just a cake,”

“It’s not,” he shakes his head vigorously. “I’ve had Birthday cake, sweetheart, but this. It’s you. You thinking about me for weeks before, planning things I’d like, researching what fucking cake a British guy ate as a kid!” It sounds a little silly when he says it like that, but he continues. “And I’m excited about it! I wanna taste it so bad, for every reason you thought I would, cause you know me and you think about me when I’m not even with you and, yeah,” he laughs, shaking his head. “I just wasn’t expecting it. I knew you’d do something cool, cause you’re you, but uh, it surprised me, I guess.”

“Well, better get used to it, because this is the treatment from now on,” you assure. “Every Birthday for the rest of your life. And you know it’ll improve each year. I’m already planning your 22nd.” You play with the ends of his hair behind his head, watching a real smile grow on his face. “Actually, since we’re on it, do you know if Blackie Lawless does singing telegrams, and if so, approximately how many hours of babysitting will I need to do to afford him?”

Finally, Eddie gives you a real laugh. Not embarrassed, not trying to hide something, but genuine joy. “It’s really not that great, Eddie. I got so excited about the cake, I didn’t get anything at all for us to eat for lunch. And I haven’t planned anything we can do before dinner past opening your presents.”

Eddie grabs your head in his hands, forcing you to lean down so he can smack a kiss to your hair. “It’s my Birthday,” he says, sticking his chin out. “And I want to sit with you on my lap all day.”

“Well, I need to finish the cake first-”

“All day!” He yells, pulling you right back when you try to stand, tucking his arm under your knees to pull your feet from the floor, watching you squirm and giggle. 

Bribed with kisses, eventually he lets you off the seat, staying close to you while you weigh, pour and mix. When you’re ready with the tin, he opens the oven for you and closes it with a flourish, pleased he made some kind of contribution. Forty minutes later, the room smells heavenly, even better than it did when he walked in. You make a glaze while it cools, then suddenly you’re running to the window and closing the curtains, though they do very little to stop any light coming in.  

“Don’t look, Eddie!” You cry, even as he hears the strike of matches behind him. 

You sing to him, presenting his cake burning twenty-one yellow candles. He closes his eyes to keep the tears back, scrunching his face like he’s thinking childishly hard about what to wish for. 

When the candles are out, curtains pulled back to let the sunshine in, you sit on Eddie’s lap, holding a plate out for him to serve the first slice. The sound of the golden edge as he cuts through it makes his mouth water. Inside, it’s light yellow and fluffy. 

The way you’re looking at him when he takes a bite makes him a little nervous, but the taste of it has him yelling with his mouth full. “Jesus H. Christ, you’re a witch!”

You cackle like one, letting him offer you the next forkful. It’s nicely warm, the crispness of the edge surrounding light sponge steeped in woody sweetness and the warmth of cinnamon. 

“I’m a God damn witch.”

Your Dad appears, wilfully ignoring the way you’re sitting on Eddie as he turns the coffee machine on and grabs himself a plate. 

“It’s Eddie’s cake, Dad!”

“It’s my kitchen,” he answers, simply, your glare doing nothing to stop him from cutting himself a considerable slice. He hums through a mouthful, slurps his black coffee as he leaves the room. “Happy Birthday, son.”

Eddie slaps his chest, eyes wide with shock, throws his head around in disbelief. “You’re a God damn witch,” he repeats. 

You sip milky tea, watching Eddie opening his card, a picture of a bearded collie in a party hat on the front.

“Reminded me of you.” Your giggle morphs into a squeal when he tickles your side in revenge. 

Inside, there is a long, rambling message that covers both sides, fitting messily around the pre written Happy Birthday on the right. A list of his best qualities, a favourite memory, why he deserves everything he’s getting today. All of my love, from...xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

“Fuck,” he says, pressing the fingers of one hand into his tear ducts. “This is what you wanted from the start, isn’t it?”

You bury your face in his soft hair to hide your own wet cheeks. 

He’s Eddie, so as much as he appreciates the shiny wrapping paper expertly folded and taped, the sparkly blue ribbon tied in wide bows around each of his gifts, he still rips into each parcel like a wild cat. 

A paperback copy of Stephen King’s It, published just last month. Inside, a bookmark woven from red and black card you made with the guidance of a girl you babysit. A Judas Priest patch you’d bought a whole second hand jacket for, picking it off with nail scissors before donating the jacket right back to the thrift store. New white laces for his Reeboks, because both of his shoes have one aglet which has long since rubbed away, and you refuse to wait for him every time he has to tie them back up any longer. A polaroid in a metal frame. The two of you sat in the Hideout, in the same position you are now. A little tipsy, so happy. The picture is dotted with round hearts drawn in black ballpoint ink. 

“One more,” you say, hand on his cheek, and you give him a kiss that tastes like honey and milk. 

Before you walk to meet his friends, you each re-lace one of his shoes. Eddie doesn’t have his jacket with him, so he safety-pins the patch to his t-shirt in the meantime. He reads you the first chapter of It out loud while you do your makeup, then tucks the bookmark in the right place when it’s time to leave. 

The photo, he stared at, his chest sore, while you were busy clearing away wrapping paper. 

At the restaurant, he shows off every one of his gifts, relays your whole thought process about his cake in perfect detail to Jeff, Gareth and Matthew. He drinks his first legal beer and shuts down every complaint about his pizza choice because it’s his Birthday and if he likes olive and pineapple then by God he’ll have olive and pineapple.

And you don’t make him blow out candles in front of a whole restaurant, but you do sneak away to ask the waitress oh so politely, please oh please, could you just put these cake slices in the microwave for three minutes twenty seconds and, oh, could we have five scoops of vanilla served on plates, please and thank you?

She does, and you do. Jeff, Gareth and Matthew pile cake and ice cream into their mouths and thank Christ Eddie found you because this cake is fucking ungodly and you’re a witch. 

“That’s what I said!” Eddie yells.

“Happy Birthday, man,” Jeff says, later, when they’ve given him their own framed photo. The four of them, Eddie, Jeff and Matthew with guitars hanging from their necks, Gareth holding his drum sticks high in the air. 

Eddie is unusually quiet on the walk home, but you know he’s happy, and that’s what matters.

“See you later, babe!”

“Bye, Eddie! Happy Birthday!” You call out into the empty street, closing the door then stifling a gasp and a laugh when Eddie hoists you up into his arms. He tip toes up your stairs, trying to make his footfall sound like yours in any way he can. 

The TV plays on, with no sound of your Dad moving from his comfy chair. 

Your door closes, he places you on the carpet in front of him and leans down for you, holding your face to kiss you like he’s really wanted to all day. You let him press his tongue to yours, tasting a little of the smoke from the cigarette he’d snuck on on the walk home.  

Your hands are flat against his stomach, fingers barely curling into the soft cotton of his t-shirt. When Eddie pulls his lips from you, you run your fingers down the front of his pants, feeling him half hard beneath his zip. 

“Baby,” he says, head falling back when you drop to your knees in front of him, hands tugging almost frantically at his belt. You help him kick off his shoes and step away from his pants, feeling your panties starting to get sticky between your legs. 

Eddie can’t look at you pressing kisses to his cock through his boxers. Your giggle at his cock twitching in excitement against your lips has him searching blindly for your hair. He threads his fingers through, hips jerking to grind his aching cock against your face. His groan is too loud when your mouth opens, pressing your wet tongue to the damp spot where his tip is leaking against his underwear. When you purse your lips and suck, Eddie’s fingers tug your hair enough to make you whimper. 

“Please,” he whispers to the ceiling, loosening his grip and stroking an apology to your scalp. 

“Look at me?”

Eddie has to take deep breaths to calm himself down when he drops his gaze to you, your fingers playing with the band of his boxers for a second before you pull them down just enough to get at his cock, tucking the elastic below his heavy balls. “Mmm,” you murmur, going straight for them. You suck one into your mouth, running your tongue along the soft, fuzzy skin. You rest one hand on the back of his leg, keeping yourself and him steady. The other, you lick quickly before returning your mouth to his sack, circling his cock with your slick palm. 

You hum happily, your nose brushing the base of his cock while your hand tugs at him. “You have an obsession,” he breathes, bouncing on his feet a little to dip his balls in and out of your loving mouth. 

“I love them,” you mumble, mouth full, giving a cheeky little suck to the hanging skin before dragging your curved tongue up the thick vein that runs along the underside of his dick. You purse your lips and kiss the tip softly, hand pulling back the skin to expose the ridges of his pretty pink head. You run him over the lines of your lips, covering your mouth in the drops of cum leaking from his slit. “I love your cock.”

You gather spit in your mouth, letting it out to cover his cock before you take him in, sloppy wet how he likes it best, the sounds of your mouth on him better than his favourite album. You gag a little when his head meets the top of your throat, pulling off with your brows furrowed like you’re annoyed with yourself. You take him back in with renewed vigour, adjusting the angle and bullying the back of your mouth with his cock until you manage to swallow him just right, nose pressing against the dark hair at his crotch, your tongue trying to edge out to get at his balls again. 

You can’t quite reach, so Eddie, always the gentleman, takes a hand from your hair and grasps the base of his cock, holding his sack up for you to tickle with the tip of your tongue. 

He’s covered in your saliva when you pull away, gasping and spitting more onto his soaked, swollen dick. 

“Will you fuck me now?” You ask as Eddie tries to wipe some of the spit from your chin with his thumb. There’s too much, and he ends up just dragging it across the bottom half of your face.. His cock throbs at the pleading look on your messy face. 

“Yeah, gonna fuck you right,” he answers when you reach up to let him grasp your arms and drag you up to your feet. He presses his body to yours, pushing you back to your bed as he kicks off his underwear. Eddie takes hold of your face, licking and biting at your swollen lips more than he is kissing you. 

He feels you move, hands reaching up to pull at the bows on your shoulders, straps falling away with the top of your dress, leaving your pretty tits on display for him. Eddie’s excited mouth moves to them next, your fingers in his hair as he gives your nipples wide, desperate licks. He runs his thumbs along the undersides, digging the rest of his fingers into the soft flesh at the top. Eddie gives your right nipple a little kiss, a suck, then a cheeky scrape of teeth. You tug his hair, pulling him from you to view your little pout. “They’re sensitive, Eddie.”

“’m sorry, baby,” Eddie murmurs, the apology ruined by both his exaggerated, mocking pout and his fingers continuing to play with your tits even as he says it. 

“Need a condom,” you remind him, smiling despite yourself when he stays planted in his spot, lifting your tits and letting go to watch them bounce. “Eddie.”

“Wh- oh, yeah,” he grins, leaning down to quickly suck a little bruise into the inside of your left boob before he turns, searching for the pants he’d kicked away. In the meantime, you tug your dress down, sitting back on your bed and wriggling out of your drenched panties.

Eddie returns to you, flicking his fingers against the wrapped condom happily. He drags his t-shirt off on the way, dropping it carelessly to the floor of your bedroom. 

Getting desperate, you lean back against your pillows, and dig the tips of your fingers into your leaking hole. You open your legs to let Eddie stare at your pink slit, dragging your slick up to help you play with your aching clit. The relief has your eyelids fluttering, your button already twitching under your fingers, glad to be touched finally after you’d keyed yourself up with Eddie’s cock in your mouth. 

“Please, Eddie,” you whine, watching him shake his head as he pulls his gaze from your displayed cunt. 

“I got you, sweetheart,” he answers, ripping open the condom and rolling it down over his blushing cock with his ringed hands, your own fingers rubbing more desperately against your sex. Eddie climbs up on your bed, grabbing your ankles and pulling you away from your cushions to get you on your back below him. “Open that pretty cunt up for me.”

You mewl, bending your legs to press your feet flat to the mattress, legs wide as you reach down. You use two fingers from each hand to pull apart your sticky lips, hips jerking into the air at the caress of the warmth he’s radiating.

Eddie taps your tingling clit with the tip of his cock just to see you throw your head back, petitioning him, “oh, please, please, please,” one more time.

It aches, when he slides himself into you, opening your tight hole up for him, but the stretch feels right, just natural. You moan his name a little too loud, hands flying up to grasp his shoulders, whimpering at Eddie’s harsh, “sh-sh-sh.” One with each good thrust into your gooey cunt, his warm wet breath spreading over your cheeks. 

The drag of his cock inside you is heavenly, causing increasingly filthy sounds as your cunt gushes, easing the way for him to use your hole. “Can’t believe it’s your cunt and not your mouth that’s going to get us caught,” Eddie says, stifling a groan. “Desperate little hole, noisiest I’ve ever fucked.”

“Eddie!”

“Shut up,” he breathes, giving you your favourite ringed finger to suck on to keep you quiet. You suck happily, grasping onto his wrist with both hands to hold him there. It keeps you from moaning out, but your girlish little squeaks continue along with the dirty wet sound of your pussy.  

Gritting his teeth, Eddie pushes himself inside until his whole cock is settled in your warmth, only giving you little jolts of his hips. It’s quieter, but the tip of him is hitting tortuously against the spot inside that makes your thighs shake. 

You look up at him, in love. Eddie’s hair moving with every thrust, the edges around his face a little sweaty. His pale face is pink in the cheeks, as is his neck and the top of his chest, so pretty smattered with dark hair that leads down to  his cock. His hair is thick and wiry there, rubbing against your clit enough that it’s matted down against his skin, covered in your slick. 

“S’good,” you manage around his finger. You watch his concentrated face, eyes constantly on the move from your face to your bouncing tits to the stunted thrusts of his cock in your pussy. 

“Oh, fuck,” he says, finally dragging himself all the way out to the tip before pummelling back inside, hoping that if he just ignores the desperate sound of the springs in your bed, then nobody else will hear it either.

“Gonna cum,” you mumble, your tongue pressed down by his finger. You caress his forearm, his name coming out of your mouth funny but it doesn’t matter. He knows it’s him fucking you right. 

“I can feel it,” he grins, your hole tightening in an unsteady rhythm around him. “Your little cunt can’t get enough of my cock, huh?”

Your head falls back, your legs wrapping around his waist to keep him where you need him as your hips jolt, pleasure from your clit and deep inside peaking together. 

“Fuck,” Eddie whispers at your teeth biting down on his finger, unable to care when he can feel your cunt gushing wet and desperate around his twitching cock.

You hear Eddie’s breath falter above you. He drags his finger from your mouth, grasping your face with one hand and pressing his face to your neck. ”You’re perfect,” he whispers desperately, balls pulling tight. “I’m the luckiest-” He gasps at the sweet roll of your hips under him. “Fuck. I’m the luckiest man alive.”

You stroke the back of his neck as he comes, still twitching yourself, cunt squeezing him as his thrusts slow, slow, stop. Eddie’s weight drops entirely, squishing you into your mattress but you love how close he is, his cock softening inside you. He gives your neck a gentle kiss, then another before he looks up, his brown eyes telling you he’s sated and happy. 

He gives you a goofy grin that sends you giggling, only calming when he’s pulling himself out and you sigh, missing him inside a little. You settle back, feeling boneless and tired, as Eddie deals with the condom. When he returns to you, he’s pulled his underwear back on, and he gives you his soft shirt to sleep in. 

“Good Birthday?” You ask, when he’s thrown himself down next to you and pulled the covers up to your hips, lying on your sides and staring at each other. 

“The best ever,” he answers, both because it’s true and he knew you’d sigh happily and give him a sweet kiss, your soft hands on his cheeks. 

“I love you so, so, so much, Eddie!” 

“I love you, too,” he says, looking away, still a little shy with it, but it doesn’t matter to you. He means it, and that’s all that matters. You kiss him again, humming your joy against his lips. 

Eddie lies back, pulling you into his side, your head resting on his chest, your leg tucked up over his. You run your fingers through the hairs on his torso and let the sound of his heart beat lull you.

Eddie is awake long after you’ve drifted away, reliving every moment since you flung open your door to greet him. He thinks about how proud you were, singing a little off tune, as always, when you presented him with his cake. He’d almost cried, again. Had only just managed to hold them back. He was so concentrated on it, he never made his wish.

Eddie glances at the clock on your bedside table. Still his Birthday. Only just, though, so he hopes it still counts.

You shift a little, your cheek rubbing against his chest. Eddie closes his eyes, takes a breath, and wishes.

This, her, forever, please.

#eddie munson fic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #please show up in the tags #i just #i just want eddie to have a nice gf that loves him and makes him happy #and also for that gf to be me #my stuff

[lovebugism]

Halloween is not really a big thing in my country so our october is as lame as every other month 😭

What do you think about sunshine/ditzy!reader planning her all on pink Halloween costume and eddie trying to convince her to go as something from one of his fav horror movies, or something silly like as a gremlin.

I love everything you write so I'll be happy with anything really

ily <333

ty angel! hope you like it! — eddie and his ditzy gf have trouble deciding on matching costumes (established relationship, fluff, ditzy!reader, can be read as a modern!au, 0.8k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

“You don’t like my costume?” you wonder, all pouty in your pretty pink leotard and biker short duo. 

You’ve mastered the Barbie look — at least from what Eddie can remember. You’re only missing the neon rollerblades and matching yellow kneepads. You’re the prettiest, most vibrantly colored ball of sunshine he’s ever seen in his life.

“I love your costume, babe, don’t get me wrong…” Eddie assures as he rises from the couch, flashing you a rosy grin as he shakes his head. “But I am not wearing tights.”

Your pout deepens at his refusal to match with you. He was the Ken to your Barbie, after all — even if he wears so much black he basically absorbs all the light in any given room. “But why?” you ask in an unabashed whine.

“‘Cause if I knew I’d be wearing biker shorts for Halloween, I would’ve started doing squats three months ago.”

“But you’d make such a nice Ken!”

Eddie’s chocolate eyes narrow. “Do I look like Ken to you?”

“Well… No,” you answer, faltering only slightly when your gaze darts across the pale features of your wild-haired, metalhead boyfriend. “But it’s not like I look like Elvira!”

Eddie’s face twists like he’s tasted something sour, he’s that offended by your words.

His matching costume idea was the total opposite of your bright pink and sporty one. He wanted you to be a beautiful, shadowy thing hanging on his side in all black — the Mistress of the Dark to his Prince of Darkness. He still gets a little giddy thinking about it.

“Are you serious?” Eddie scoffs, playfully insulted and loud with it. His voice booms across the trailer as he takes you in his arms, curling his calloused fingers around your elbows. “You’re a total smoke show, babe— you’re killer. That’s, like, the only prerequisite.”

You roll your eyes at his compliment, though it has you blushing something fierce. 

Self-loathing was always hard with Eddie around ‘cause he thinks you’re the prettiest thing that’s ever walked the Earth. You’re not quite as certain as he is about it, but he says it with so much confidence that it’s hard to disagree.

“I do have a great set of boobs…” you lilt quietly, eyes flitted to the ceiling as you imagine yourself as the bombshell from Eddie’s favorite movie.

Your quoting of the film, along with your subtle reconsideration, has him grinning. “Yes, you do,” he affirms with a rapid and boyish nod. 

His gaze falls to your breasts, squeezed tight by the spandex fabric clinging to you like it was made to do it. His face heats with embarrassment when he notices he’s all but ogling at you. Then he realizes he doesn’t have to be embarrassed because you’re his girlfriend. It’s his job to ogle at you. It’s fucking metal.

“And an incredible pair of legs…”

“Exactly.”

“…But I still wanna be Barbie.”

Eddie’s grin never wavers. “Figured.”

“But you don’t have to be Ken if you don’t want!” you affirm quickly, eyes as wide as your glittering smile. “You can still be that weird, freaky singer guy that bit the head off that bat that one time.”

“Ozzy Osbourne,” he corrects.

“Yeah! We can just compromise. Easy peasy.”

Eddie deflates with a dramatic huff. His features twist in a puppy-like pout as he pulls you closer to him. “But you know I hate not getting my way,” he whines, mostly playful.

“I know,” you hum with a sympathetic smile. You gravitate towards him without thinking twice, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you press your chest to his. “But it makes sense, right? I’ve always been like Barbie, and you always liked me anyway… Right?”

He hates that you’re even asking — like he hasn’t been head over heels for you and stumbling all over himself since the day he met you. “I mean, obviously.”

“And you’ve always been a freak! And I’m, like, fucking obsessed with you—” you ramble, as bright as sunshine, until you realize the weight of your words. You grow abruptly serious. “No offense.”

He keeps on beaming like a lovesick idiot. “None taken.”

“And Halloween’s a cool way to represent that, right? Like, yeah, we’re different and we’re hot. Screw couples’ costumes!”

Eddie grows so suddenly fond. His chest warms and sparkles with it, like his dark eyes that melt for you. “Yeah. You’re probably right.”

“I know,” you shrug, still smiling. “I usually am.”

He grins wide before pressing a kiss to your smart mouth. It’s an innocuous peck — a meshing of plush lips and a lingering there. A quiet smack fills the tiny trailer when he parts from you just to pout, “You know I’m gonna have to walk behind you all night to keep people from staring at you, right?”

You giggle when his warm, calloused palms smooth over the outsides of your hips. “You do that anyway, Eds.”

“Well, yeah,” he responds, shrugging like it’s obvious. “‘Cause the view’s so nice.”

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[luveline]

holy shit i adore your writing can we please get another eddie x golden retriever gf!!

tysm! ☆ fem!reader | 0.7k words

Eddie stops strumming his guitar and pulls the neck away from his chest, frowning. "She's out of tune," he murmurs, more to himself than you. 

You, making string bracelets on his bedroom floor, turn anyways, your ever-present smile twitched in mild concern. 

"Can you fix it?" you ask.

"Sure, just gotta mess with the tuning pegs." He moves over the guitar's neck with his pick lightly, head tilted to the side, listening for a misbehaved string.

You start to hum. 

He opens his eyes, smiling wryly. "Whatcha doing?" 

"It sounded nice," you say, a string of beads in your hand. His eyes are drawn for a moment to the line of your index finger, the bend of your pinky. You flare them out in time as you sing lightly, just, "Do do do," over and over, an accurate approximation of the riff he'd been working out, a melodic repetition. 

Your voice is sweet. It fills him with a sharp fondness.

"Come sit with me," he says. 

"I'm busy." 

"Come here." 

You pretend to think about it and then drop your bracelet into the small crafts box you carry with you. Eddie sets down his guitar and widens his legs where he sits on the edge of his bed to pull you up between them. You giggle as he flops down onto the bed and pulls you with him, nestling your face into the side of his neck. Your lips are warm where they brush his skin. 

He lets you do what you want as he rubs your back, fast and light strokes just the way you like it. 

You start to hum again, though you're humming drifts off abruptly and you say, "Eddie, I totally forgot to tell you. The cat that lives opposite me, Tews, she finally let me pet her. Which is crazy, 'cos she hates me." 

"She doesn't hate you," he reminds you gently. 

"Dislikes me." 

"It's not that. You just… startled her, when you ran up to her last time." 

"She's so cute, I needed to say hi." 

Eddie's listens to you ramble while he runs his hand up your aide, your shirt pulling up with every caress of his palm. You're boneless after a while, almost sleepy in his lap. 

"Don't fall asleep on me," he says. 

"I'm not," you lie, moving your hand back to catch his, pausing his ministrations indefinitely. 

You wrap your hand around his and bring them to his shoulder, turning your face where it's buried in his chest so you can watch yourself rub your thumb over the back of his hand. 

"You have cut up fingers again." You frown as you spot them, the small red scrapes from neglecting to use a guitar pick. 

"Kiss 'em better." 

You kiss the tips of his fingers one by one, not very careful, but he feels the love. "Tada. Totally fixed," you declare brightly.

"You're magic."

You lift your head from his chest and stare down at him. He laughs, bringing his free hand away from your back to cup your cheek. 

"What?" he asks. 

Your gaze is intense enough to convince him that he's doing something wrong. He waits for the verdict impatiently. 

"What's for lunch?" you ask. 

He sighs, half-relief and half-exasperation. "You're gonna kill me one day." 

"I wouldn't ever do that." 

"No?" 

"Nah, who'd take me to get slurpees if you died?" you ask genuinely. 

"You're sick." 

"I'd miss you, too," you add, giggling wildly. 

"Sure you would." 

You worm your arms around him tightly and tuck your face against his neck again, squeezing his fingers as you start to hum your little melody again, your breath fanning over his collar. He pats your back in time. 

"What do you want for dinner?" he asks. 

Your humming continues though he can tell you're thinking it over, your thumb drawing circles over the back of his hand. 

"You pick, Eddie." 

He raises his eyebrows. "You sure?" 

"I always choose." 

"KFC?" he offers. 

You shoot up off of him and almost pull his arm from his socket. Your excited smile might be endearing if you weren't grabbing at his hands and trying to pester him out the door.

"Alright, Jesus," he says. "Chill out." 

"I'm starving," you say dramatically. 

"Sure," he says. 

He reaches out for his keys on the sideboard in the nick of time and chokes on a laugh as you find the strength to yank him out of his room.  

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[ddejavvu]

not sure if you’ve done this before but how about rockstar!eddie with his shy gf <33

today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)

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"Come on," Eddie begs, eyes shiny and lip wobbling in an overzealous, cartoonish pout, "Please?"

"Eddie I- I can't!" You shake your head frantically, "They'd all see me, and- and I'd just be up there on stage in front of everyone!"

"I know, but they'll love you," Eddie gushes, squeezing your hands in his, "Promise!"

"I don't know," You deliberate, and at the soft sting of tears behind your eyes, you will yourself to calm down. It doesn't work, though, and Eddie sees a thin sheen gloss over your eyes.

"Hey," He loosens his grip on your hands, shoulders relaxing from where he'd squeezed them to accentuate his pleading, "It's okay, sweetheart. You don't have to."

"But you want me to," Your lip trembles, and Eddie's stomach drops, "And- and I want to make you happy, Eddie. I just- I don't think I can, I'll burst into tears and embarrass myself and-!"

"Hey," He repeats, soft and grounding, "You're okay. You don't have to come up on stage. I'd only like it if you were having a good time, and you won't, so you shouldn't. Just stay back here and cheer for me, okay?"

"But I always do that," You sniffle, "And- and this time I want to be in the crowd or something, you have to know that I care!"

"I do know that you care," Eddie promises, and his eyes flicker backwards at the roar of the crowd. They're being announced, and they'll need to go out soon, "Baby, no one else would sit on a lumpy leather couch that smells like weed for three hours and listen to Greg talk about how hard it is to determine fake tickets from real tickets for me. I know that you care."

You let out a feeble, watery giggle at his gentle jab towards Greg, one of their staff. He's nice, he's just.. talkative.

"If you think that you can handle the crowd, then you know you're always allowed wherever you want. But if you're not, if it'll be too noisy or cramped," He leans in to press a sweet kiss to your forehead, "Stay here, and watch on the monitors. I know where the cameras are, I'll look for you, honey."

"Eddie?" You call as he drops your hands, rushing to stand in position to be revealed to the crowd. Gareth shoots you a sympathetic smile while he tugs Eddie along, sorry to cut your discussion short, but Eddie's eyes are focused on you.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you," You wave tearily at him, smiling shakily at the kiss that he blows you, "I love you."

He's whisked away on stage before he can get a chance to reply, but you know he loves you back. The first thing that he does, though, when the crowd dies down enough to hear his voice, is find the central camera, leaning in with a lovesick grin, and in front of the entire audience, promises, "I love you too, sweetheart."

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[ashwhowrites]

thinking of bold and cocky eddie who would be incredibly shy in front of his gf... him bragging to his friends about dominating her in bed (when he thinks she cant hear him) but the second they leave, he's struggling to put on that same facade and whimpering like a hot mess

This is delicious

"so what's the sex like?" Steve asked, sipping on his beer

Eddie blushed at the question. Eyes looking over at Steve, Robin and Nancy.

"um...it's really good" he said nodding. The sex was amazing. Eddie had never felt his body get so high, and ruined. She was brutal and mean. He loved it.

"she's so sweet and nice. Is she like submissive?" Robin asked curious.

It was true, Y/N was always sweet and kind. She's super nice and friends with everyone. She doesn't even look like she could hurt a fly.

"oh yeah definitely" Eddie lied through his teeth, "like she's on her knees begging for me. Calls me daddy and all of that. Sometimes I don't even let her cum. Sometimes leave her there crying for me as I do random shit" more lies spilling out through his mouth

"nice. I love submissive girls in bed. The way they whine and cry. Gets me every time" Steve sighed out, a dreamy look on his face

"yeah me too. Sometimes I even control the small things she does. Like when she can join me in bed or not" Eddie agreed. Having no idea what that even looked like on a female.

Steve high fived him as they laughed.

He was the whiner and crier.

He was the one who had to beg.

~~

Eddie closed the door as his friends left. Turning around to be face to face with Y/N, who stood smirking.

"hi baby" he squeaked out, jumping back a few steps

"hi handsome. How was the hangout?" Her eyes watching his body slightly.

"good" he said fast and high pitched

"talk about anything fun?" She edged on. Her hands working their way up his chest over his clothes.

"nope. Nothing. Mostly sat in silence" he said, throwing her hands off of him and racing to the bedroom.

She laughed to herself but still followed him with a smirk.

"what are you doing?" She asked, leaning against the door frame as she crossed her arms

"I think I'm going to go to bed. Tired? I am" he said with a nervous laugh

Quickly stepping out of his jeans and throwing off his shirt

He shuttered as her eyes burned through his skin

"lay on the bed Eddie" she demanded

"um....why?"

"you have to lay down to sleep right?" She teased

Eddie blushed, "yeah duh" quickly throwing himself in bed, crawling under the covers

"can I join you?" She asked, walking towards the end of the bed, removing her shirt

"why are you asking me?" He questioned, eyes watching her slowly strip

"I thought I had to ask....daddy" smirking as Eddie's body froze. Her pants hitting the floor

"you ..uh...heard that?" He stuttered out, eyes huge as he felt anxiety filling him

"yeah. I heard I'm such a submissive girl who gets on her knees and begs for you" she mocked, crawling on the bed. Eddie's eyes watching her.

"I'm sorry" he rushed out, shaking slightly as her nails began to scratch down his naked chest

"oh are you? Lying to your friends? How embarrassing Eddie."

"please I'm sorry" Eddie panted, her body slipping underneath the covers, grinding on his lap

"do you not like being my good boy? Are you embarrassed by it?" She faked pouted, moving her hips in slow circles

"NO! I love it. I swear. I'll always be your good boy" he whined, hands moving to her hips, gripping tight as she moved her hips faster.

"well good boy, I wanna see you back up your words. Make me beg" she challenged, her body moving off of his, but he yanked her back on him. Arms hooking around her waist, locking her against his growing cock

"no please. I don't want to. I don't want to try. Just please touch me" he cried. Trying to move her hips with his own hands

"but daddy how can I be a good submissive girl if you don't dominate me" she mocked, enjoying the way he was breaking away piece by piece

"I'm sorry! I can't do it. Please fuck me. Just please take my cock out and touch me" small tears falling down his eyes as she rocked her hips harder against him

"you want me to take your cock out and play with it?" She teased, fingers dipping into his boxers

"yes please...fuck" he whined. Throwing his head back as she took out his cock, letting the cold air hit his sensitive skin

She moved her body further under the covers. Completely hidden underneath as she sucked lightly on his tip, humming at the precum

"fuck baby" he moaned, hands gripping the sheets as she licked up his length, small licks to his balls as she pumped his cock

He felt her tongue swirl on his head and work it's way down his cock. Her lips wrapping around him as she bobbed her head up and down. Taking him further down her throat

"I wanna see you" he cried, licking his lips as his tears landed

He peeled away the covers slightly, enough for her head to poke through. Thighs clenching instantly as he watched her suck his cock. Her nails were scratching at his stomach, definitely leaving marks

"oh that's so good.... Suck my cock baby" he moaned. One hand teasing his own nipples as he moved his hips up. Eyes rolling as she gagged.

She removed herself with a pop. Licking up the spit that collected on his tip

She smirked as she crawled out from under the covers

"wait where are you going?" He panicked, watching as she moved off of the bed

"watch some tv. You lay here with your cock out and don't even think about touching yourself. If I get bored I'll come back" she teased

"NO DON'T DO THIS. IM SORRY!" he cried, watching as she walked right out the bedroom door, only in her underwear

"PLEASE!"

"BABY!"

"YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME HERE!"

They both knew he'd listen too

He spent half the night screaming for her to come back and fuck him

Tags!

But like a good boy, he never touched himself

~~

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[thesupreme316]

How aew men react to someone disrespecting their gfs

nick wayne x female reader, darius martin x female reader, hook x female reader, action andretti x female reader, dante martin x female reader, Eddie kingston x female reader, ricky starks x female reader

AEW BOYS React to: You Being Disrespected/Them Protecting You

Word Count: 1K

Supreme Speaks: hey sorry for being late. but thanks for being patient. you and another anon had the same request so i hope they also see this. i hope you guys enjoy this. Please remember that you are loved and appreciated.

Warning: GIFS AINT MINE, mentions of explicit language, slightly suggestive language

Taglist: @hooks-martin @sheinthatfandom @triscillal @cassie0sstuff @eddie-kingstons-wifey @hookerforhook @batzy-watzy @wwenhlimagines

Nick Wayne:

Okay, in my mind NICK IS A BABY

HE JUST WANTS PEACE

So he’ll ask for an apology from the person and but they refuse…In fact, they double down

And he just gets to fighting; lunging and tackling the person

But I think he’ll blackout fight

Like he didn’t even know he threw a punch until you pulled him off the other dude/person

Nick would be in shock at his actions, he’s shocked that he was that angry

He doesn’t like physical confrontation HES JUST A BABY

Would definitely buy you anything after that to make it up to you

But if he sees them again, it’s on and poppin

Darius Martin

Okay, tbh yall can go back (light years away) to find when I wrote Darius defending the reader against Sammy Guevara (ew)

But I believe that Darius is very diplomatic

Like he’ll fight with words first

He be like trying to create distance between you and the person

Constantly getting in their face and telling em to back up

Hates when you feel uncomfortable and tries to keep his anger at bay so that way you don’t get frightened

HOWEVER

I do think that Darius would wait for your approval to punch the person or lay hands on them

Him: looks back for approval

You: sighs yea

He doesn’t care who is around, he wants to send a message that you should never be disrespected

Ricky Starks

Okay like I always say…Ricky is a sassy and bold man

So I see him verbally assaulting the person before any punches are thrown

“You have the nerve to talk like that to my girl? In that outfit? Your parents must be so disappointed”

Ricky would just tell you to pay no mind to the person but they kept pushing his buttons

So he did what any gentleman would do

He calmly placed you at the side, turned to the disrespectful person, and calmly whispered in their ear

The person would then make a disgusted face and quickly walk away; mumbling an apology to you

Ricky wouldn’t tell you what he did, all he said was “Let’s go back to having a gorgeous day, beautiful.”

It was like you saw a switch go off…

But he then tells you the only disrespectful thing you’re gonna take is THAT PIPE IN YO-

Dante Martin (okay, idk why but Dante has been on the front of my mind recently….SO MY BABY)

If you have seen various tag matches with him and Darius, Dante is more of a hot-head/impulsive person

I also think because of him putting on weight (HAVE YALL SEEN HIS BACK?? OMG I JUST WANNA-)

He has found new confidence in protecting you, a task he doesn’t take lightly

So I think he will punch first, ask questions later

But it’s so bad that Darius or any of The Lads would have to hold him back

Yeah, after that he’s quiet as a mouse

He’ll only be thinking about how he can better protect you

If someone tries you again, I think he would try to use his words

…

But that doesn’t work so he’ll just go back to punching people left and right

Hook

Mr. Nice Guy

JUST KIDDING

He’s a silent killer, we all knew that

So if anything he’s choking out bitches left and right

Without hesitation like it happens so fast and you didn’t even know how he managed to it

Like are you dating the cold-heart handsome devil or Sonic the Hedgehog

But what makes it funnier is that he’s choking out a person with a straight ass face

Like no struggling or strain on his face

AND THEN

He gets up and continues the conversation that you two were previously having

Like he didn’t wasn’t your shining knight

“So yeah I like Cool Ranch more than Nacho Cheese”

Action Andretti

Andretti is a sweetheart and I think at first glance he doesn’t look that intimidating

So I think some people be underestimating him

But once he heard you get uncomfortable and disrespected, he quietly moved you aside before yelling in the other person’s face

You never saw him this angry so you kind of were in shock

And then you saw Andretti’s fist curl up so you were trying to pull him away but he stayed firm

“No, this bastard will apologize to you first. Then we can leave”

Although you were in shock by your boyfriend’s behavior, you can’t lie

It did turn you on

As soon as the dude left, you complimented your boyfriend and thanked him

He was trying to say you’re welcome but he saw that glint in your eyes and knew immediately how to show that you had the best boyfriend around

SO HE LAID THE WOOD-

Eddie Kingston:

MANS WILL NOT TAKE IT

Remember how he threw that TV at JAS? Yeah, he’s throwing everything in sight

I think everyone needs to understand that Eddie motherfucking Kingston is a ride-and-die friend

He will scorch the earth to ensure that you are defended

Any and all DMX songs are playing in his head while he’s doing so

He doesn’t tolerate disrespect at any time

So he and his friends will actively look for the person who disrespected you

Once he finds them, he pulls them aside

“Listen partna, you disrespected my girlfriend back there…don’t you think you outta apologize?” (Holds fork up to the person’s eye)

Would come back with a chunk of the person’s hair as a trophy and peace offering to you

To this day, Eddie would not tell you how he managed to get such a big chunk of the dude’s hair

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[luvsfics]

BE MY VALENTINE — stranger things

PAIRINGS: eddie munson x gf!reader

SUMMARY: eddie surprises you for Valentine’s Day even though you know how much he hates the holiday.

WARNINGS: afab reader. cuteness overload. one sexual joke.

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

“Valentine’s Day is just for companies to make more money by forcing people to buy stuff for their partners.” Eddie rants as he stuffed his face with pretzels.

Gareth and Jeff nod their heads in agreement. “Totally man, Sarah wants me to buy all this bullshit for her like flowers and chocolate just because of this dumb holiday.” Jeff scoffed.

You sat there listening to them go on about the stupidity of Valentine’s Day. You’ve known Eddie since you were young, as his uncle was friends with your dad, so you knew about his feelings for Valentine’s Day.

“Like, why do I have to buy my girlfriend all this bullshit when I can do that throughout the year.” Eddie mentioned.

Your head turned to him and eyes squinted to a glare, “yet, you don’t.”

“But I could.” He said with an annoying smile, to which you scoffed.

“Valentine’s Day is a day to spead time with your partner and acknowledge your love for each other, I think it’s sweet.” You told the boys, “yeah, I sent suzie her favorite chocolate and made her some flowers out of paper!” Dustin said, with a proud smile on his face.

“See, Dustin gets it.” You point out.

“Whatever..” Eddie and Jeff rolled their eyes and changed the conversation to their upcoming DnD campaign.

ONE WEEK LATER. VALENTINES DAY.

You sat in your room, laying on your floral sheets as you watched a romance movie as you munched on some popcorn. Your first Valentine’s Day with Eddie and you aren’t even hanging out with him, how upsetting.

The characters began professing their love for each other and you watching in boredom as your boyfriend couldn’t even do that.

Eddie wasn’t very open about his feelings, and he was often nervous about talking about them. You couldn’t blame him, you loved him the way he was.

A loud bang from your window pulled you from your thoughts. You rushed over to your window to open it and see Eddie standing outside of it with a big bouquet of roses.

“Holy shit, what are you doing here?” You asked as you smiled at him. He was dressed up in decent clothing. A nice and clean tshirt with a pair of black jeans and a leather jacket. You stepped aside as he climbed into your room, roughing up the flowers a little.

“Get dressed sweetheart, we’re going out.” He panted with a smile, brushing off his clothes.

“What? Why?” You questioned. “Because it’s Valentine’s Day, isn’t it?”

“But I thought you hated Valentine’s Day?” You asked with a confused expression, fiddling with your fingers.

“Yeah, but my love for you is stronger than my hate for Valentine’s Day.” He said, sitting the roses on your bed.

“Really?” You said excitedly, to which he nodded with a smile. You squealed and began jumping up and down over to your closet. You searched through your clothes for a nice dress, finding a pink floral one in the back.

You ran to the bathroom and threw on the dress and fixed your hair. You opened the drawer and grabbed some mascara and brushed on some your eye lashes, not having time for a full face of makeup.

You walked back into your room and grabbed some wedged heels from your closet. “Well, aren’t you the most beautiful girl in the world..” he grabbed your waist and pulled you into his chest from behind, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You giggled as his soft lips pecked your skin.

You moved towards your dresser and grabbed your favorite perfume and spritzed some on.

“Ready?” He asked. “Yep!” You smiled at yourself in the mirror. You both climbed out of your window and shut it before walking to his car that was parked beside your house.

He ran up to the passenger seat and opened your door, “m’lady,” he bowed. You laughed,”thank you, kind sir.” You said before bowing yourself.

You hopping into the car and sat as he ran to his side and hopping into his seat. He started the car and began to drive away, “Where are we going?” You asked, “The diner on Main Street.” He said with a smile as he turned his gaze to you. Your face lit up, that diner was the place you had your first date, “Eddie, you didn’t..”

“I did, asked them to reserve the same booth we sat in too.” He added. You stared at him in awe, This wasn’t the man who hated Valentine’s Day just a week ago.

“Why are you doing this? You don’t have to do this when you and I both know you hate it.” You said, but he stopped you. “I was being a dickhead last week. Yes, I think Valentine’s Day is mostly stupid but I love you and I want to do something special because I know you love Valentine’s Day.”

You pouted you lips as your heart bursted in joy, “I love you so much.” You confessed. He took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back of your hand, “I love you too, beautiful girl.” He turned onto Main Street and parked on the side of the road by the entrance to the diner. He laid your hand on the consul and jumped out of the car to open your door for you again.

You smiled and took his hand and you both stepped into the colorful diner, the smell of burgers filling your noise and 80s music filling your ears.

“Eddie, hey!” The manager, Dillon said from behind the counter.

“Sup man!” Eddie replied before leading you to your table that he had saved for the two of you. You seat yourselves on either side of each other.

Dillon brings over menus for you both and you scan the menu over, looking at all the delicious greasy dishes listed.

“Order whatever you want, baby. It’s on me.” Eddie mentioned, you look up from your menu, “are you sure? I can pay…you already bought me flowers so just-“ you began before he cut you off, “No, everything is on me tonight. I gotta spoil my girl every now and then.” He smiled. You sighed, gazing back at your slightly sticky menu.

The cheeseburger sounded amazing, the diner food was always good, especially their burgers. You saw they were having a sale on their milkshakes for Valentine’s Day, $1.50 all flavor milkshakes.

“Baby, look!” You said as you pointed to the advertisement. He looked up and read the sale, he nodded, “get one, I’ll get one too.” He said as Dillon came back to the booth.

“So, what can I get for you guys?” He asked as he held up his notepad.

“I’m gonna get a bacon cheeseburger with fries and a strawberry milkshake.” Eddie said as he closed the menu.

“And for you?” Dillon asked, “I’m thinking a cheeseburger with fries and a vanilla milkshake.” You said, Dillon nodded and walked away with your orders.

Eddie grimaced, “Vanilla? So basic.” He joked to which you scoffed, “Ok Mr. Strawberry. I’m basic?” You asked as you tilted your head, “at least I’m getting my fruit in for the day.” He said, you bursted out laughed at his words, “oh yeah, totally. So healthy.” You giggled.

After a few minutes go by and chatter between the two of you continued, your food came out. The burgers were huge and the fries were stacked up. Your milk shakes had a mountain of whipped cream on top with a cherry to finish it off.

“Enjoy.” Dillon said with a smile as he walked away with his now empty tray.

Eddie quickly stole your cherry off your milkshake, “Eddie!” You exclaimed as you kicked his leg with your foot.

“Ow!” He yelped. You took your finger and flicked some whipped cream on your finger off his milkshake and into your mouth.

“Woah, no fair!” He exclaimed, you smiled at him “don’t worry, that’s not the only cream of yours I’ll be stealing tonight.” He began coughing, choking on his own saliva. “Jesus, baby. Not here..” he looked around to see if anyone heard, though everyone was busy eating and chatting amongst themselves.

When his eyes drew back to you, you shot him a small wink as you dug into your burger. You both ate your burgers and conversed about the most random things, laughs were shared and you felt happier than ever. Dates with Eddie were always fun, and they ended even better.

As you finished up and Eddie paid, you walk out to his van hand in hand. “Thank you, Eddie. I had fun tonight.” You said as you pressed a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“I did too, sweetheart. I love you, you know.” He confessed. You smiled, “I love you too, Eddie. So much.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Eddie.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #fanfic #eddie my beloved #eddie munson season 4 #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson stranger things #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things season 4 #stranger things #fluff #valentines day #happy valentine's day #happy valentines

[forever-rogue]

I love all the fics with Eddie! How about Eddie with an introverted,soft spoken gf? Like gets flustered with every sweet gesture Eddie gives her, and craves his affection but to shy to say it🥺

AN | I saw this and went oh soft…so we have softness! And I think I may have discovered my new favorite name for Eddie! Enjoy 🥰

Warnings | Language, Allusions to some spice

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“What’s wrong?” Eddie’s soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts, which you had been deeply buried in. You were sitting next to him at lunch, listening to the conversation around you, but had gotten distracted once you’d looked at his hands. They were nice hands. Very nice hands. The simple realization had led you down a quick rabbit hole of studying his ring adorned fingers, and how they felt holding your hand, around your throat, and all over your body. But you’d never admit that out loud. No, nah, nope. 

“Nothing,” your voice sounded small as you offered him a meek smile, but he knew you better than that, “just zoned out.”

“Just zoned out,” he leaned his body towards yours and gave you a knowing little smile. He dropped his voice so only you could hear him, “or were you thinking about me touching you? I saw you staring at my hands, sweetheart. I know you like them.”

“Eddie,” your entire face felt like it was on fire as your mouth dropped open nervously, “n-no. I told you, just zoned out.”

“Okay,” he brought his hand to your face, gently stroking your cheek to allow you to feel the cool metal of his rings. Before you could protest any further, he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, “my sweet girl.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you quickly looked around at the rest of the table. Lucky for you, they were all engaged in their own little conversations and hadn’t paid any attention to you or Eddie. It wasn’t that you didn’t want his affection - his very open affections - but you were just…shy. You hated the idea of any attention being cast on you unless absolutely necessary. And yet, Eddie still made you feel like the only thing in the world that mattered.

The bell soon rang, and you let out a small sigh of relief as you grabbed your backpack to head off to your afternoon classes. His fingers wrapped around your wrist as he gently held you back, “Eds?”

“See you tonight?” he asked softly as the thought of your movie and pizza date night caused an excited shiver to run down your spine. You nodded happily and the smile on his face was enough to make you melt, “I’ll be at yours at eight, yeah?”

“See you then,” you kissed his cheek once you made sure that no one was paying you any attention, “bye for now, love.”

“Bye for now, baby.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Cuddled up in bed next to Eddie had to be the best thing in the entire world. You were tucked under a warm, fluffy blanket, leaning against the headboard of your bed as you watched a random movie he had picked out. The pizza had long been gone, the empty box sitting on the floor next to your bed. You were leaning up against him and he had one arm draped around your shoulders. 

Every once in a while, you would steal a glance at his hand, tempted to take it and hold it, and to lace your fingers in with his. You just couldn’t bring yourself to do it; what if he didn’t want to hold your hand? What if he was perfectly fine just like this?

Almost as if he could read your mind, he pulled his arm from around your shoulder and put his hand on the top of the blanket, reaching for your hand and enveloping it in his much larger one. His hand was warm and soft, despite his calloused fingertips from years of playing the guitar. He was watching your reaction, watching as the smile spread across your face. 

“Hey,” he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, “you can just take my hand next time. No need to be shy, pretty girl, I’m already yours.”

“I know,” you peeked up at him and found that he was watching you with a soft expression, a mischievous little twinkle in his eye. You never pushed too hard or too far, but Eddie always gave and gave and gave. He was never shy about showing you any sort of affection, either verbal or physical. But there were times when you just craved his touch, wanted to be connected to him somehow. Your own awkward timidness kept you from doing so. But tonight you felt different - more bold - and decided to push your own limits a little bit. 

You dropped his hand and shifted slightly so you were sitting and facing him. There was a curious look in his eyes, but he remained silent and didn’t push you. Instead, you leaned in and put your hand on his face before kissing him. Hard. It took by surprise for just a moment before he kissed you back, matching your languid pace and letting you be in control. 

What had started off as saccharine and gentle quickly turned into much and your kisses were slowly becoming more heated, both of you breathing heavily, and you were positive that he was moaning ever so slightly into your mouth. 

Unable to stop yourself, you crawled into his lap, settling your hands on his shoulders while his settled on your waist, under the hem of your shirt and on your soft skin. He surprised, pleasantly so, by you taking charge and taking what you need. When you were both breathless with chests heaving you pulled back for a moment and looked into his eyes, “Eddie.”

“May I?” he trailed his fingers along your jaw and down your neck before delicately wrapping his hand around your throat, just enough so you could feel the slightest bit of pressure. You nodded and his lips were back on you in a split second, trailing from your jaw and down the sensitive skin of your neck, nipping and sucking to leave the faintest of marks. He knew you’d hate having such obvious exposed ones, but he knew that you wouldn’t mind a few that were hidden just for the two of you. 

He felt your hands grip his shoulders more tightly, and he was smiling against you. You couldn’t hold back the soft, quiet little moans that bubbled up, your whole body feeling it was on fire. Before it got too far, you moved a hand to his chest and gently pushed him back. He stopped immediately and checked to make sure you were doing okay, “baby?”

“Everything’s fine,” you promised, gently carding a hand through his messy waves, “but I…Eddie…I-I want to be in charge tonight. I-if that’s okay?”

“Yes,” his answer came through in a heady breath as he nodded. He was trying not to completely combust underneath you, “fuck yes. Take what you need, sweetheart. Don’t ever hold back from asking for what you need.”

You were practically beaming at him before moving down his thighs and pushing him to lie back down, “I love you, honey boy.”

“I love you.”

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The doorbell rang and almost caused you to jump out of your seat. You’d been invested in your book, and home alone, lost to the quiet stillness of the morning. You swallowed your bite before hesitantly walking to the door, looking through the peephole. When you didn’t notice anything, you slowly opened the door…and a small bouquet of flowers was pressed in front of you.

“Surprise,” Eddie moved them to the side so you could see his face. You instantly felt tears pricking at the back of your eyes at the gesture, slowly talking them from him. He could see your eyes grow glossy and immediately wondered if something was wrong, “d-don’t cry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No,” you promised as you gently kissed him, “you didn’t upset me at all. It’s just…this is so sweet, Eddie. No one’s ever gotten me flowers before.”

“Never?” you shook your head as he tutted gently, “well, I am absolutely going to make sure to change that. The prettiest girl deserves the prettiest flowers.”

“And they’re daisies,” you touched a few of the petals gently, “I love daisies.”

“I know,” he looked so happy, “you told me once. I don’t think you meant to specifically tell me, but you mentioned it in passing.”

“And you remembered.”

“‘course I did,” he kissed your forehead, “and I’m hoping you’re still free today because I have a whole day of fun planned for us.”

“Yes,” you bit the inside of your cheek, trying to contain the sheer happiness that he provided. He was like your own personal ray of sunshine, “yes.”

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It was a hot summer day, and the two of you, along with the friends you’d made including Steve, Robin, Nancy and the small gaggle of children, had decided to spend the day at the lake. You were spread out on a big, fluffy towel, eyes closed as you let the sun warm you after swimming in the cool water for what seemed like hours. 

You felt the towel move slightly as someone plopped down next to you. There wasn’t any need to even look over and see who it was - you already knew it was Eddie. He remained silent, but you knew he was studying you intently, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“What a shame I didn’t bring the polaroid,” he feigned exasperation before he leaned over you, “think of all the pretty pictures I could take to add to my private collection.”

“Eddie,” you opened one eye to find that there was a wicked grin on his face, “behave yourself, we’re in public!”

“You’re no fun,” his tease was light as he leaned down to quickly kiss you, “have you put on sunscreen?”

“Yes,” you promised, “before we went swimming.”

“Well that was hours ago, and you need to reapply it,” he reached into the bag you’d brought along and fished out the bottle of sunscreen. He was always looking out for you, always making sure you were okay before even thinking about himself, “come on, baby. Sit up.”

“Eddie,” his name was a pathetic whine as you held out your arms so he could pull you up, “help me, please.”

“Alright,” he snorted in amusement before gently pulling you into an upright position so you were sitting next to him, “you wanna put it on or do you want me to?”

You looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to either of you. You gave him a shy smile before pushing the bottle towards his hand, “I don’t want to miss any spots.”

“Sure,” he hummed in amusement as he poured some of the lotion into his hands, letting it warm up momentarily before starting to work it onto your skin. He put a layer on your legs, tickling them as he worked his way up - an accident, he lied - before working it into your arms. He stopped for a moment when he got to your chest, his hand slowing for a moment, “baby-”

“It’s okay, Eddie,” you whispered, “nothing you haven’t touched before.”

“Look at you, little minx,” he shook his head before continuing his ministrations, gently working it into your skin. And maybe lingering slightly longer than necessary near your breasts, which only caused you to dramatically roll your eyes, “you started it!”

“Mhmm,” you shifted so he could get your back, almost shivering under his gentle touch. He’d mapped out every bit of your skin many times before, with his hands and with his lips, and knew exactly how to touch you and what parts made you weak. By the time he was done, you were biting the inside of your cheek to keep from moaning out loud, “there you go. Now you definitely won’t get sunburnt.”

“Cheeky,” you turned back so you were facing him, leaning in to kiss him softly, “you have no self control.”

“It’s not my fault you like when I touch you so much,” he raised an eyebrow at you, causing you both to laugh, “pretty girl.”

“My turn,” you grabbed the bottle before he could protest. He watched with an amused grin as you dribbled the lotion directly onto his skin before taking your sweet time to work in. You were trying to take your time but also trying not to get too lost in him. You could count each little freckle on his chest, tracing your finger over his tattoos, and took probably longer than necessary at the waistband of his swim trunks, where the dark trail of hair disappeared. You could feel him shudder under your featherlight touch, “what’s the matter, honey boy? Is it too much?”

“You’re doing that on purpose…”

“And?” your voice was sticky sweet as you dabbed a little bit on his cheeks and nose before kissing him lightly, “is it too much? Are you getting shy on me now?”

“Nope,” he insisted meekly to which you only made a small sound before covering his back. You remained silent, listening to the changes in his breathing with each little touch of your hands until you were all finished, “you realize I’m going to get you back for this, right?”

“Is that a threat?” you whispered in his ear, “don’t seem very scary to me.”

“Oh, it’s on,” he insisted right back. He liked you like this, unafraid and unbothered with anything else. It was a good look on you, and he was glad to be the one to help bring it out in you, “I love you.”

“I love you, Eds.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

School assemblies might have been the worst thing ever. Everyone gathered together for a waste of time…but at least you were able to get out of class for a little while. You were sitting on the bleachers next to Eddie, hand resting on the hard plastic next to his. His own hand, so large and warm, was just close enough so that his pinky was brushing against yours in a silent little display of affection. Every once in a while you chanced a little glance at your hands and it brought a smile to your face. 

As you listened to whoever was talking drone on, you zoned out again, thinking about the main thing that was on your mind as usual. Eddie. Before thinking too much about it, or letting your overthinking get the best of you, you flipped his hand over and put yours on top of his before entwining your fingers. He didn’t say anything, but you could see the smile on his face growing as he squeezed your hand back. 

Before too long, you could feel a few curious glances being cast your way, before they turned back and started whispering. This was why you didn’t like attention and preferred to stay out of the spotlight. But you also knew that you couldn’t just let people continue to make you feel like this. There was no reason for it.

You leaned forward toward the one of the girls you’d seen gawking, and gently tapped her shoulder, “is there a problem, Sarah?”

Her face contorted in surprise at your question; you weren’t usually one to confront anyone else. She raised an eyebrow before looking at your hand in Eddie’s. Ahh. Of course, “didn’t know you were dating the town freak. Did he force you into his cult since you’re too pathetic to say no?”

“What the fuck is your problem?” you hissed at her, “you don’t even know him. What has he ever done to you? Besides sell you the weed you like?”

Her cheeks reddened at your words, and she looked around to make sure no one had overheard, “keep it quiet!”

“Why?” you asked, “so you can continue to act like a huge bitch? I don’t think so. You don't know him or anything about him, how can you even say anything when you have no clue?"

“You know, you're a lot more likeable when you're quiet,” she rolled her eyes before turning around, “before you fucked the freak. Maybe it's good that you found each other."

You’d pulled your hand from his, and had clenched into a fist. The sheer fact that she was choosing to be so horrible, along with so many other students, just because Eddie happened to be different from the norm was infuriating. You weren’t one to condone violence, but the temptation to just smack her across the face was high. You could just do it…it would be all too easy.

“Hey,” he leaned over and pressed a kiss to the side of your head before whispering so just you could hear, “it’s okay. Don’t worry about them - fuck ‘em.”

You turned to face him and let your hand relax and unclench before reaching up to touch his cheek. He sighed into your touch which only caused your heart to melt even more. You were so in love with him, “okay. But I hear one more thing and someone’s ass is getting kicked.”

“There’s my girl.”

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You knocked on his door, rocking back and forth on your heels in excitement. It had only been a few hours since you'd seen him, but that didn't mean you hadn't missed him. You listened for his footsteps and as soon as he opened the door you almost knocked him over in a giant hug, "my honey boy! I've missed you."

"We've been apart for maybe five hours," he tenderly cradled your face in his hands before kissing you with a series of soft pecks, "I missed you too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he nudged your nose with his before pulling you inside, "I picked up pizza for dinner, hopefully that's okay?"

"More than," you agreed before throwing off your sneakers and flopping onto the couch.

"Did you…wanna stay the night?"

"Depends," you gave him your best doe eyes, "can I steal some of your clothes?"

"Anytime."

"Then yes," you grinned happily, "I mean I would have said yes either way, but I like wearing your clothes. They always smell like you."

"I hope that's a good thing…"

"Of course," you were spread out on the couch, watching him bounce around the kitchen to grab everything for the pizza, "clean linen, your cologne, and cigarettes. All you.”

“You’re weird,” he shook his head in amusement as he brought over two plates full of pizza, “I think I’ll keep you around. I like it.”

“Very funny,” you moved over so he could sit next to you. As soon as you took a big bite, you could feel his eyes on you. You chewed quickly before swallowing and looking at him sheepishly, “it’s rude to stare, Munson. Something on my face?”

“No - well yes - here,” he used his thumb to wipe away a bit of sauce from the corner of your mouth, “that’s not why I was…you were ready to beat that girl down today. For me.”

“I dunno if I would have really done anything,” you shrugged him off as he looked at you with what could only be described as heart eyes, “it just made me mad. They all judge without knowing you, and so many other people, without even getting to know them. It's so stupid and annoying. And it feels stupid and petty to get annoyed over that but…I'm just tired of it. I hate - you know I hate all the unnecessary attention- but I'm not going to let people walk all over me, or you, or our friends, you know?"

He was smiling now, grin so large he could contain it, "you know its pretty hot when you get all protective. I like it. Should get you all bothered more often…"

"Eddie," you stuck your tongue out at him before setting your plate down and taking his as well. He didn't stop you as you pushed him down on the couch before you straddled his waist, "is that really what you want?"

"I mean…I'm not opposed to this," his hands were skimming along your thighs as you leaned down to kiss him. Before you could pull back, he gently tugged you closer, "you know I love you, right? Like always, not just when you're all…feisty. I love every version of you, every part of you."

"I know, my honey boy," you nuzzled your face against his, "I love you too, every version of you too - who you were, are, and will be." 

"Kiss me?"

"Always."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader #st

[fluffansmut-old]

Hope you're not over run with requests I really love your writing. I was hoping you could do something a little differently like eddie/reader are dating and his friend who's had a crush on him tries to break them up etc I'm always reading fics where reader is the best friend and eddie breaks up with the gf for her and tbh I want to see it the other way around where the gf is really sweet and nice and his friends tries to break them up but eddie choses the reader instead bc well he loves her.

A/N: Thank you so much! Requests like these makes my heart so warm, I really hope I interpreted the request like you imagined it. Also Chrissy had to take the role of the flirty friend here. Really hope you like it! 

Summary: Chrissy has an obvious crush on the man you´re dating, and maybe she´s better for him than you are...

Content warnings: Angst with a happy ending, Fluff, hurt/comfort.

Word count: 1670

Fic is also posted on Ao3  

Requests are open, so if you have any leave them. 

Masterlist 

I can never be her

Her giggle used to be cute in middle school but now you just found it infuriating…

Ever since that time she bought weed from Eddie for this homecoming party, Chrissy Cunningham started to make appearances around your friendship group when you least expected it.

Objectively you knew that she was kind, that she was gorgeous and undeniably charming.

The problem was that she was kind and charming towards the guy you were dating.

You and Eddie had not expressly said that you were exclusive and up until Chrissy started inviting herself you hadn’t felt the need to express what you and Eddie were. Everyone else just sorta knew, by the way his hand always seemed to find yours. How your chair more or less always was empty, because Eddie's lap was your preferred seat, with his hands around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

You did your absolute best to not let Chrissy's presence bother you too much, even though her flirting with Eddie was absolutely obvious, and the fact that it never seemed like she ever thought that you were an obstacle in her plan.

The rest of your friends all seemed to really enjoy having Chrissy around, which first of all made you annoyed.

Didn’t they see how she threw herself at Eddie, an in-every-way-but-officially taken man? It also meant that you couldn’t vent the annoyance and self doubt that floated around in your mind with someone.

This only spurred on the annoyance within you further.

It all peaked this one wednesday when your math teacher was “disucussing consequences” with the entire class,when only about two people in the class had disrupted her lesson. This resulted in you being well over 12 minutes late for lunch.

Eddie and the rest of your friendship group were waiting for you outside your classroom when a certain cheerleader with her perfect ponytail walked up to them.

“Ooo! Hi guys, fancy seeing you here?” Chrissy said, putting her manicured hand on the leather clad bicep that belonged to Eddie Munson.

He turned his head towards her and smiled at her, a gesture that from his view, was mere courtesy, but to her meant way more.

“You look good today,” Chrissy said to him, removing a strand of hair from his face delicately.

“Huh?” Eddie said, to be honest he hadn’t really listened to her, he was busy wondering and worrying slightly about the fact that your class hadn’t been dismissed yet.

Chrissy blushed when he looked at her. She didn’t feel like repeating her statement, it felt like it lost meaning when you said it more than once, so instead she just said;

“Are we heading to lunch?”

Eddie explained that they were headed there, but that they just had to wait for you first.

“Oh,” Chrissy said, “I was just thinking that we better get there before someone snags our table”

The other bought her reasoning but Eddie looked longingly toward the door that you were behind.

“Go on you guys,” he said. “I’ll wait for her”

This didn’t sit well with Chrissy. Eddie was the main reason behind why she wanted to have lunch with you guys.

“Cmon Eddie, I’m sure she’ll come join us later, she knows the way to the cafeteria” Chrissy said, tugging slightly on Eddie’s underarm.

He felt torn, all of his friends were waiting for him, but at the same time, you were expecting him to be there waiting for you.

“We’ll, uh, yeah I guess.”

You were indeed expecting him to be outside the door when you were dismissed 20 minutes later than you should have.

Your heart dropped a little as you saw a seemingly empty corridor.

I guess they grew too hungry. You thought and took off towards the crowded cafeteria.

Your hadn’t even entered when you saw it.

Chrissy in her short cheer-skirt, looking so incredibly perfect, perched up on the armrest of Eddie’s chair, chatting away to this jock and his girlfriend, and you noticed she made Eddie engage in the conversation.

That’s when another level of self doubt surrounding all of this,hit you.

You started to imagine what it would mean for Eddie, purely socially, if he was dating Chrissy.

She had a lot of say, and people trusted her judgement. If she dated Eddie then maybe people would stop treating him like utter garbage.

But only she had the mandate to do such a thing, you were about as low on the social ladder as any other nerd in the school.

It stung too much behind your eyes and you realised that you couldn’t keep it together well enough to enter the cafeteria and pretend that everything was fine. So instead you bolted, running away until you found a good place to hide and be alone with your thoughts.

That was how you ended up curled up in the dungeon master throne, in the dark drama room, hugging your own knees with tears trickling down your cheeks. All whilst your brain was telling you over and over again how you weren’t enough for him.

In the cafeteria Eddie was stressing over the fact that you hadn’t shown up yet.

He tried to bide the time, hoping that you would eventually show, but when you were a no show after 30 minutes he decided that he had waited long enough.

“I’m gonna go find her” he mumbled and rose from the chair, inevitably bumping Chrissy off the armrest as he did.

“Where are you off to?” She asked, obviously she hadn’t heard him.

He didn’t reply, he was way too focused on finding you.

He walked past your classroom, and found it empty when he glanced through the window.

He realised that something must have happened and he began to search in the different places where you usually went when you needed to be alone.

You weren’t in the forest behind school.

You weren’t under the bleachers.

You weren’t by his truck.

He however noticed that some muffled noises were coming from the drama room when he walked past, and smacked himself mentally for not checking there first.

“Sweetheart?” He called out as he opened the door. “You in here?”

You buried your face in your knees, hoping that he wouldn’t hear your sniffles and come find you like this.

Luck however wasn't on your side and soon he was squatting in front of the throne, a heavy comforting hand on your knee.

“Baby, did something happen?” He asked, one hand softly caressing the back of your head, trying to coax your head out of your own lap, but with no success. “Do I need to hurt someone?”

”No” you whimpered softly. “You can go back to her Eddie, I’ll be okay”

“Go back to who?” He asked, still slightly confused as to what caused you so much distress.

“Chrissy” you said barely above a whisper, you didn’t actually want to say it, because it could mean that he’d actually leave, but at the same time, he asked.

Eddie was dumbfounded for a minute, what did Chrissy have to do with anything?

Then realisation hit him like a ton of bricks.

Of course he had noticed Chrissy’s attempts, he wasn’t completely oblivious.

They meant nothing to him so he hadn’t bothered himself to much about it, but now he felt guilty when he realised that they had meant something to you.

“Baby, can you look at me,” he asked, feeling his own heart breaking for you more and more by every passing second.

You glanced up, unable not to when he sounded so soft.

“Eddie, I understand, she has things I’ll never have, she’s another level of gorgeous, she is smart, everyone loves her,” more tears gathered in your eyes as you spoke the words that had tormented your mind all morning,”she has a say in things Eddie.She's your shot to climb the social ladder and I think you should take it.”

Eddie's insides broke with every word you spoke.

”Sweetheart,” was all he got out in response as he was trying to figure out how to express the love he had for you in a way that made you feel it in every fibre of your being.

“Eddie, you don’t have to explain anything, I have come to realise that I am not her.” You said, looking at the puzzled man in front of you.

“That’s true” he said and the little dying hope inside was about to be put out, until he continued.

“And that’s why I want to be with you.”

You looked up at him properly this time, as if you couldn’t really believe what he was saying.

“What?”

“Can I hold you?” Eddie asked, he couldn’t see you hurt anymore without doing anything about it.

“Please” you pleaded, sounding so extremely tired of trying and failing to hold it together.

You got off the throne and Eddie got in it, then he opened his arms for you, which you quickly dove into.

You were with your back against Eddie chest, your head nuzzled in between his shoulder and cheek, inhaling the faint scent of musky wood and tobacco. The scent of Eddie.

“I”m sorry I never realised the way all her attempts were affecting you.” Eddie said. “If I knew I could have made it more clear to Chrissy, about us, I mean, I just sorta thought she’d figure it out and back off.”

“I’m sorry for feeling like this, I really tried not to..” you said, fiddling slightly with the rings that Eddie had on his left hand. “I mean it’s not that we’re official so I dunno …”

“Never apologise for that sweetheart, It’s a totally valid feeling and reaction.” He said and pecked the top of your head. Then he paused for a second, thinking. “Why aren’t we officially?”

You thought about it for a second.

“You want to be?” You asked, looking up into his soft brown eyes.

“Since the day we met gorgeous”

#eddie munson x reader

[sparkling-ariaria]

Eddie Munson fics I read and want to keep...no°3

*Complete fem or non-gendered reader insert fics* Updated: 16.08.2023

Shy boy, my boy by upsidedownwithsteve prompt: can I hold your hand? Shy Eddie, some yearning and fluff.

Enchanted by you by andvys Eddie finds you sitting on bench with tears rolling down your cheeks after your breakup with your boyfriend. He takes matters into his hands and takes care of you, making it one of the best nights of your life.

Eddie my love by itsoutrageouss - gf!Reader Dancing in front of Eddie in his room, having the time of your life with the boy you love.

It’s nice to have a friend by lilacletter Every morning Eddie sits on the porch with a stray black cat who he has quickly grown to love. When his morning routine gets disturbed by her not showing up for three days, he goes to find her, only to see she and multiple other cats are in very capable hands.

Taste test by eddiebaghetti - gf!Reader Pressing your lips to Eddie’s cheek and giggling at the glossy red print it leaves behind..

Fluff blurb by eddies-ashtray - gf!Reader Eddie finds out he’s finally graduating. You and Wayne have a surprise for him.

New girl headcanon by swtnrcmnt - girly!popular!cheerleader!Reader

Marking his territory by writingdumpster - gf!Reader Eddie doesn’t like it when Steve lets you borrow his sweater.

Forget-Me-Nots by galaxy-siren Eddie finds a flower in his locker and Dustin explains that he might have a secret admirer sending him messages through the language of flowers.

Two’s Company, Three’s a Crowd by galaxy-siren - gf!Reader Dustin meets a nice and smart girl in the science club and ends up talking about her at the lunch table, claiming he has fallen in love. Eddie gets jealous when he learns that Dustin is talking about his girlfriend.

If the slipper fits by galaxy-siren When one of the leads of the school play gets injured, Robin asks Eddie to fill in. He’s not to keen on the idea at first but when Robin mentions that you are in the play, and he would get to play your romantic interest, he changes his mind. 

Concert date by lovebugism - shy!Reader The one where Eddie rejects you when you ask him to go to a concert with you, thinking it's a joke, and immediately regrets it.

Bedtime stories by galaxy-siren - gf!Reader Eddie can't sleep, so he asks you to read to him.

Cute girls don't play D&D by galaxy-siren You're new at Hawkins High and ask Eddie if he can teach you to play D&D. Unfortunately he thinks you're trying to pull a prank on him.

Eddie brings home a baby kitten by wroteclassicaly - gf!Reader

Good to me by huntingingoodwill Running through the rain with Eddie and him just being sweet and going out of his way to spend time with and take care of you.

Eddie x soft!shy!crybaby!Reader thoughts by biancadjarin

Him ordering food for you by bruisedboys - shy!gf!Reader

Drunk Eddie by eddies-ashtray - gf!Reader

Drunk Eddie being clingy and insecure by eddies-ashtray - gf!Reader

Breathing deeply, walking backwards by eiightysixbaby An evening at the fair leads to a big confession from your best friend (who you just so happen to have feelings for).

Whipped by mstigeress37-blog - sunshine!cheerleader!Reader Eddie never knew why you hung out with the cheerleaders. They were terrible people OR Eddie’s whipped for a cheerleader.

You callin' me a liar? by sailortongue - gf!cheerleader!Reader Eddie tells the boys that he has a girlfriend, but they don't believe him. Eddie vows to make them eat their words.

Lovesick!Eddie asking Steve for hair care advice because he’s about to meet your parents and gets all insecure by eiightysixbaby

I adore you by sunflowerdaydreamer - gf!Reader A picnic date with Eddie on your birthday.

"Don’t you dare touch him” by lovebugism - shy!gf!Reader The one where Eddie melts when his quiet gf sticks up for him in front of Jason.

A Sure and Steady Thing by majestyeverlasting - gf!Reader A rainy evening in Hawkins sets your lake plans awry, but brings you closer together back at his place through a confession you didn't quite see coming.

#fic rec #stranger things fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff

[sloelimbs]

You know those Reddit stories where someone asks their partner for an open relationship. Wether it was coerced or the person was on board from the start. But then it backfired on the one who asked when the gf finds someone better on their end or is getting more action? You should make a long one shot for repertoire but make it hellcheer😂

Jason says this’ll be fun. He says all his friends do this, that it just spices things up, that their wives love it, that it makes their marriages stronger. Chrissy isn’t sure, but taking the wedding ring off feels like shedding a hundred pounds. Jason does the same, and they go into her bedside drawer in their separate boxes. At first, she doesn’t like the idea of it. She doesn’t like the thought of having to… find someone else, when he’s out at the club trying to get with other girls.

Normally on nights alone she bathes for hours, binge watches true crime on Netflix with pretzels and rosé wine, scrolls endlessly through Twitter, and occasionally drinks a little too much and starts setting herself up on Tinder. She never gets as far as uploading her photo. She deletes the app before she goes to bed in the guest room. It’s a good thing that she never looks at her bio sober.

It takes about six months for her to gather the courage to actually put her face out there, at three in the morning, two bottles down and crying on the bathroom floor because she hasn’t seen her husband in two days. She doesn’t even know where Jason is. He’s turned his phone off and… it’s lonely. It’s really fucking lonely. Chrissy keeps her eyes closed, as she always does, and swipes at random because it doesn’t fucking matter who’s on the other end of the connection, she just wants someone to see her.

Don’t really know what I’m looking for on here. In an ‘open relationship’. Married. Miserable.

She’s pathetic, but, well. She’ll take what she can get, because that’s what Jason’s doing, right?

Eddie M. has sent you a message!

[Maybe it’s not my place to say but if you’re not vibing with the open part maybe you should skip to the part where you divorce the ungrateful sucker.]

[Sorry if that was out of line, I just hate to see a beautiful girl so sad.]

Chrissy dries her eyes, and just sends him her number. She’s going to delete the app before bed, anyway. As nice as Eddie M. looks, he’s made of the same stuff as her husband. Maybe he’s less clean cut, maybe between the long dark hair and huge dark eyes and that wolffish smile she feels a flutter in her stomach and between her thighs that she hasn’t felt since her honeymoon, but still.

<<I’m gonna go ahead and assume that was an invitation to text you. It’s Eddie! You doing okay?>> But it’s not enough. It doesn’t make the pit of loneliness and longing close up, so she highlights the number and hits call instead.

It becomes a routine. Jason disappears after supper without kissing her and she takes her phone upstairs to the hot tub to strip and call Eddie. He lives in Chicago, hundreds of miles away, full time job leading his band to greatness but he still finds time to text her throughout the day. She doesn’t go a morning without a greeting, she doesn’t go to sleep without him murmuring softly over the distance. Chrissy doesn’t just delete the app, she deletes the profile altogether and can’t stop smiling when Eddie sends her a screen recording of him doing the same.

<<It’s you and me, Princess, if that’s what you want. How’s Jason Cucker going?>>

<<Dead to me tbh.>>

It’s another two months before Eddie calls her from the airport. He’s waiting for her, and all she has to do now is leave the note and the divorce papers where they’ll be found. It doesn’t sting as much as she thought it would. She supposes any hurt would be soothed by the knowledge that you’re going to the arms of someone so beyond beloved that they’ve changed your life without ever even touching you. She doesn’t look back when she’s in the cab, and she doesn’t consider her options while she rolls her case through security, and she’s not nervous when she spots him where he promised he’d be. Standing outside Starbucks with an enormous bouquet of flowers (they won’t be allowed on the plane, she doesn’t think, but the thought itself? She melts) and an even bigger smile, holding up her order without asking her if that’s what she wanted.

It just feels like going home when she goes to him and presses her face into his chest.

#hellcheer #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #Jason is also here #(derogatory) #eddissy #always taking requests #thank you my love this was a CHALLENGE to figure out! #emen-98

[chaosresponcibly]

How I think each of the s1 and s2 Empires characters would react to seeing each other.

False is kinda terrified of Pearl, but overall thinks she's cool. Pearl wants False to be her new sparring buddy (like, the woman built a machine to murder giant hunks of metal and wears clothes she pilfered from a corpse, of course Pearl would love her). False doesnt understand that this is a statement of affection and is even more terrified.

The Scotts are just the 'Misery and CPR' meme. Elf Scott keeps talking about his demon brother and tragic backstoryTM, and the Chromia king just goes "oh yea a magic skull stole my eyeball and a wizard gave me a new one.' Eventually they start talking about their bfs and become friends ('my husband rescued me from a dungeon so I built him a cave full of his favorite things' 'nice. My boyfriend just shows up randomly and gives me wood').

The Jimmys absolutely confuse the hell out of each other. The Codfather just off-handedly talks about his traumatic past in between bouts of how awesome his sister and brother-in-law are. He's a god and totally unbothered by it, while the Sheriff keeps grumbling about God calling him a toy when he is Not A Toy. They introduce each other to the other Norman.

The Sausages just point at each other like the spiderman meme. They joke about their trauma while still smiling. They coo over Bubbles together. The protector of Sanctuary talks about Eddie and Hermes. The king of Mythland talks about his little siblings and how much he loves them; he also mentions his best friend who sounds suspiciously similar to the sunflower goddess...

The Joels HATE each other. God Joel keeps making fun of the Mad King for being short and made of clay and he just laughs his ass off, doesnt acknowledge him, and rants about how amazing his fish wife is. God Joel feels insecure and angry, the Mad King is offended because someone is ignore how AMAZING AND WONDERFUL his wife is.

The Pixls have a wonderful afternoon drinking and spilling tea. They discuss philosphy and history, they lovingly make fun of Jimmy, they compliment each other's empires.

Shrub and Shelby are instant friends. Shrub is kinda scared of Shelby because witches could mean bad news, but Shelby instantly introduces Tortoise and all goes well. They talk about their different magic, Shelby gives a whole bundle of potions to the wolves. They talk about how cute Katherine is and mom-friend Joey.

The Joeys respect each other. They arent that close, but they think each other are cool. They fight over if Katherine or Xornoth is better; neither wins but they have fun coming up with compliments for the people they like (they also talk as if said objects of affection love them back).

The Katherines go monster hunting together. Overgrown Katherine talks about her awesome gnome gf. Glimmer Grove Katherine complains about her suitor that cant seem to understand that she isnt a pirate.

At first, the fWhips bond over chaos and destruction. 'I put wardens in half the server's bases to thank them for coming to my wedding' 'I created a ravine.' All goes well until Jimmy gets brought up. Count fWhip complains about the whole 'board of dead salmon' thing, and Goblin fWhip jumps to his defense. They get into a big ol fight and make up a little while later.

The Gems, while amicable, dont really like each other. Wizard Gem thinks Princess Gem's a scardy cat, and Princess Gem thinks Wizard Gem is too intense and a little scary. They do have fun talking about fWhip and Sausage though.

Mayor Lizzie is both a little intimidated by the ocean enpress, and also thinks she's super cool. She's an actual strong, tall, powerful god (unlike the one from Stratos). She is a little scary, though, cause of the army of axolotls and the whole water thing. The ocean empress thinks she's nice (and kinda funny); Mayor Lizzie really reminds her of her friend with his empire of cats before he got corrupted...

#empires smp #solidaritygaming #empires #esmp #empires smp season one #empires smp season two #empires spoilers #headcannons #esmp headcanons #dangthatsalongname #falsesymmetry #pearlescentmoon #mythicalsausage #smallishbeans #pixlriffs #shubble #joey graceffa #katherine elizabeth gaming #fwhip #geminitay #ldshadowlady #long post #seablings #roseblings #nature wives #flower husbands #whatever Scott and Sausage are called

[luveline]

jade hi!!! i have an idea for shy reader. im thinkin eddie x shy reader and maybe corroded coffin has kind of blown up? like maybe they’re on tour or just an occasional big stadium gig. but r always comes even tho she is like very sound sensitive (do u hear me projecting) it is not her space at all but she still comes for him <3 like soundchecks and things she has like earplugs in but is still the most proud gf. idk!!! lov u

hi!!!! love u i hope this was a req cos I took it as one!! sound sensitive and shy reader with rockstar eddie is a seemingly unlikely pair but so cute!! fem!reader♡ suggestive

Eddie says you can sit wherever you like during soundcheck, whether that be sidestage, by the barrier, up in the VIP section balcony, or even just plain centre stage with him and the boys. Which is ridiculous because you'll definitely be in the way if you do, but he has awfully convincing reasoning. 

"I'm gonna marry you," he says succinctly. "If people aren't used to seeing you by my hip by now they will be eventually." 

So you don't go sit up on the balcony. You're also not gonna entertain his silly ideas, sitting neatly in a fold out sidestage with your ear plugs in, ear defenders in your lap. Eddie has assured you time and time again that nobody is gonna judge you for wearing them, they're not foreign to people in show business, but you can't make yourself unless the music is extremely loud. 

You scratch at one of the cans and watch Eddie run his hands up the neck of Sweetheart the third, looking odd in his hoodie and sweatpants. 

He has a complex about your 'giving up your dream' so he can chase his. And sure, you have ambitions, there are a thousand things you want to do, but none have ever felt as present to you as music is to him. Well, besides being his girl. You don't under evaluate the happiness you've found with Eddie, the late late nights and the early mornings, moments stolen between flights and buses and shows and interviews. It's all worth it to be with him and see his wicked smile during shows. 

His smile isn't nearly so electric right now. He's got his eyebrows scrunched up, picking at strings and apologising and then rescinding his apology when somebody rags on him. 

They start to play the crowd pleasers and you turn to your book, humming with your leg tapping to the rhythm. You get lost for a while and don't notice when the music fades away, nor when Eddie comes to stand in front of you. 

You can vaguely hear voices, so you look up, and when you find Eddie as close as he is you jump. He reaches out with two panicked hands and plants them against your hiked shoulders. 

"Just me," he says, or mouths, one hand moving to your ear. He pulls an earplug free carefully. 

"I'm sorry," you say breathlessly. 

He gets all cuddly, hand curled around your earplug and arm around your neck. His mouth is a heat over your forehead as he lays kisses from temple to temple, chest rumbling with a pleased sigh. 

"Plugs are doing their job," he says. 

You twist your hands into the front of his hoodie where he's leaning over you, unsurprised by his affection. He's always like this. 

"You don't have to stay if it's too loud." 

It's really loud. "It's alright." 

You feel his lips curve into a smile. "No," he says, pulling back quick to cradle your cheeks. "It's loud. I was thinking, maybe you should take a break tonight. Stay at the hotel." 

You don't get offended, though insecurity rears it's head for a split second. Why doesn't he want me at the show? It's gone as quickly as it came, dissolved by his concerned eyes. 

A break would be nice. You love to be here and to support him but the constant sound is overwhelming, and it builds up until you're wiped of energy. 

"Stay home, watch a movie," — he leans in, lips quirked into a knowing smile — "what kind of movie's up to you." 

"Eddie," you murmur pleadingly, turning in your seat to make sure no one's listening. 

He shushes you and dips down until his mouth is near your ear, hands holding you in place. "We need some inspiration, don't you think?" 

You're melting. "Eddie, please." Don't do this here. 

"Yeah, just like that," he murmurs. 

You push him forcibly away from you and glare at his giggling, his slight bend at the waist and his hand pressed to his stomach. 

"Jerk." 

"I'm serious about taking a break," he says as his laughter tapers off. He licks his lips. "It'll be tough but I can make it through one night without you." 

"Night?" 

"Show," he amends, leaning down with a pout. 

You give him a faux-reluctant peck. 

"Definitely not the whole night. You better still be there when I get back," he warns. 

You will be. You open your arms expectantly for a proper hug though you can't bring yourself to ask, and lucky you, Eddie collapses down into your chest smelling clean and familiar. He's warm. There's an inherent excitement that comes with being loved like this, the evidence of his affection in his adoring hands as they rub your back and the corner of his smile against your cheek.

"Not going anywhere," you murmur. His arms get that little bit tighter.

#eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things #rockstar!eddie munson #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fluff

[ddejavvu]

hey if you’re not too busy could you do sth with like perv!eddie seeing the reader (his gf) in a bikini and he like dry humps her or sth? if not it’s okay i hope you’re having a good day<333

combined with: could you do something where the innocent!reader and perv!eddie are gonna go swimming but he sees her in a bikini and he just can’t help himself please? if you’re busy that’s okay!!<333

thank you both for being so sweet :D <33

this post is 18+, minors dni.

"I'm gonna head inside for a sec," You call out to Robin, "I want a snack!"

Your bathing suit is still soaked, puddles left behind where your feet hit the ground. But you towel off just before you go inside, bundling yourself up so that you don't drip onto the floor.

You head straight for the kitchen, reaching eagerly for a cookie. It's frosted, and you feel some of the white frosting smear messily across your upper lip when you sink your teeth into it.

"Good cookie?" Eddie's voice comes from behind you, his arms caging you to the counter and startling you.

"Eddie!" You gasp, your chest heaving as you turn clumsily around to face him, "God, you scared me!"

He's wet. You had the courtesy to dry yourself off before coming inside, but it looks like Eddie beelined to follow you and neglected his towel. His hair is stringy, water droplets dripping onto his chest and streaking down the skin there that's littered with tattoos.

You gulp. He notices.

A sly smirk flits over his face, and he leans down to kiss the frosting off of your lips. His tongue slides smoothly over the smear of icing, collecting it and sweeping it into your mouth. He spreads it over your own tongue, the sugary taste of vanilla marking your kiss.

As much as you're enjoying the sticky sweet kiss, you know you'll never hear the end of it if you get caught making out in the kitchen. You push against Eddie's water-dotted chest, lips shining with saliva under the lights as you pull away.

"We're gonna get caught," You warn him with wide eyes and an accusatory finger, "We cannot get caught."

"We won't get caught," Eddie scoffs, glancing behind you at the tray of sweets, "Get me a cookie?"

You mumble something along the lines of 'get it yourself', but there's no malice in your mind to match that in your voice. You'll grumble and groan at Eddie all day long, but you love the man.

You turn back so that your stomach is pressed against the counter, fingers outstretched and reaching for another one of the frosted treats. Before you can grab it, though, you feel Eddie's hands clamp down over your sides, your hips yanked backwards slightly as he thrusts his own forwards.

You barely contain your indignant shout, but the squeak you let out is still dangerously loud. Eddie huffs as one hand flies from your waist and out towards your half-eaten cookie, stuffing it in your mouth that's still ajar in shock.

"I thought you were the one worried about getting caught," Eddie drawls, voice condescending and wry against your ear, "Maybe you should stop making so much noise if you don't want anyone else to know what's happening."

You can't spit the cookie out onto Steve's nice, clean countertops, but the mouthful of dry, flaky dough combines with much-too-rich frosting and creates a perfect paste that glues your mouth shut. All you can do is breathe through your nose, slowly working through your mouthful. All the while, Eddie tugs your hips closer, cock hardening against his soaked swimsuit.

The towel you'd wrapped yourself in flops to the counter after Eddie yanks at it, a full view of your body now accessible to him. He groans, muffling the sound against the skin just below your ear. He ruts desperately against your ass, one hand snaking around your waist to thumb at your clit. The sensation makes you gasp, and as a result, your core throbs. Your stomach caves, and it only allows Eddie to yank you closer, his lips slick as they mash into your skin.

"God fuck," Eddie breathes, "It's like- like you're just wearing a bra! And- underwear, shit."

"It's just a swimsuit," You croak, cakey dough still clogging your throat.

"Shut up," Eddie scoffs, reaching blindly for something else to stuff in your mouth and coming up only with the semi-wet towel, "Here. Bite this."

"I don't want to- oh!" You yelp, the fabric already on your tongue, "Eddie!"

It comes out muddled and groggy, but he hears it. His fingers tighten on your hips and you feel his cock twitch, somewhere tight against your ass. He cums with a shuddering breath and a shaky swear, eyes squeezed shut, not that you can see it from where he hovers over your shoulder. The fabric of his swim trunks, already wet, doesn't show the stain, and you know he's grateful for that as he plans his escape to the bathroom. He barely remembers to take the towel out of your mouth in his rush to flee the scene before witnesses arrive, but when he does, he presses a kiss to the spot where it sat.

"Thanks, sweetheart," He grins, eyes mischievous, "Meet me in the pool house later to shower off, we can go for round two."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one-shot #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson hc #eddie munson hcs #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson dialogue #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader fanfiction #eddie munson smut #eddie munson au #perv!eddie

[ashwhowrites]

eddie x bestfriend! reader where eddie gets a new girlfriend to make the reader jealous because he really likes her. So he starts to bring his gf around hellfire and the reader and her get along really well. But it’s only because she’s eddie’s bestfriend and wants to support him even though she’s in love with him. Anyways, eddie gets upset that they’re getting along and realizes that he’s jus theming an asshole and should tell the reader how he feels so he breaks up with his gf and she completely understand, and then him and the reader have a heart to heart, happy ending please!!!

I love this!

⚠️angst for the start! I changed it just a tad bit because I don't like the idea of a girl being used :)

Eddie had feelings for his best friend, Y/N for months. But he was always too chicken to make the move. He couldn't lose her if she rejected him.

So he thought, why not make her jealous? See if she has a reaction. A reaction that would tell him everything he needed.

Eddie had the perfect girl in mind. At the mechanic shop he worked out, there was a female coworker around his age that recently moved to the school. He begged her throughout their whole shift.

"please Alex, just for a little while? I just want to see if she'll get jealous" he begged.

"is this the girl you've been talking about since you started here?" She questioned

Eddie blushed and nodded.

"fine. Only because I know you really like her"

Y/N smiled as she walked into the lunch room, heading for her usual spot next to Eddie. She went to place her tray down when Eddie stopped her.

"sorry Y/N, Alex is going to sit there today" he said, smiling.

Watching her closely, searching her face for a reaction.

"oh, who's Alex?" She squeaked out.

"my girlfriend"

The huge smile on his face made her heart sink. She bit her lip and nodded

"oh wow! Okay. No problem" she politely sat across from where Alex would be, sitting next to Dustin.

Eddie deflated slightly. She didn't look bothered at all.

"hi guys!" Alex waved as she took her seat. Her brown eyes quickly searched the table for the mystery girl.

Alex was taken back, she was gorgeous. She could easily see why Eddie was so smitten with her

"you must be Alex! It's so nice to meet you" Y/N said, holding out her hand. Her eyes looked over Alex. She was breathtaking. Dark hair and brown eyes. She had tattoos up her arms and nose pierced. Definitely Eddie's type.

Alex smiled at her pointlessness. Shaking the girls soft hand. Eddie watched the interaction closely. His body deflating even more.

~~

"Great. She looked perfectly fine" Eddie sighed as he sat in his throne chair.

"I'm sure she was caught off guard. She probably didn't have enough time to have a reaction" Alex explained.

The two went quiet when Y/N walked into the hellfire room

"oh Alex! You play?" She questioned. She was the only girl Eddie knew that played, that's what made her special.

Alex smirked, the tone in her voice went higher pitched.

"oh no! I just wanted to see Eddie in action." She flirted, her hand landing on his knee, turning her head to smile at him.

Eddie looked at Alex confused, she knew how to play? Why did she lie?

"oh okay" Y/N smiled. Pulling out a chair and sitting on the other side of Eddie. Once again across from Alex.

Alex leaned up and whispered into Eddie's ear

"you have her on the line now. Follow my lead"

Eddie nodded, eyes looking over to Y/N who quickly looked away. Waiting for the rest of the group to show up.

~~

This was the worst hellfire experience of her life. Eddie spent the whole camping with Alex on his lap. Teaching her the way of the game.

Y/N tried not to be jealous. He was single. He was allowed to teach his girlfriend how to play. She tried to ignore their big smiles and her giggles as she cheered.

As the group cleaned up and headed out of the doors. Y/N was left behind with the couple.

"she's good isn't she?" Eddie asked, nodding his head to Alex, who still was on his lap.

"oh yeah! Alex you were amazing for a beginner. I wish I was that good when I started" Y/N smiled.

Alex felt herself smiling. This girl was like a ball of sunshine. She felt a tad guilty trying to make this girl jealous. But if it ends with Eddie and her finally together, then it was worth it.

Y/N excused herself and walked out the door.

"WAIT I'M YOUR RIDE!" Eddie shouted after her

"It's okay. I can catch a ride with Chrissy. Alex gets the hellfire ice cream welcome right? I don't want to intrude on the date" Y/N said softly as she closed the door behind her. Blinking back her tears. Wanting to ignore the images of them sharing ice cream and kissing all night.

"the what?" Alex asked confused

"I may have told her when someone new joins I take them out for ice cream as an excuse to take her out" Eddie blushed

"and now she thinks we have an ice cream date. She's so adorable Eddie" Alex sighed

"I know but she obviously likes you so just great" Eddie huffed out, standing up.

"she likes me Eddie because she thinks you like me. It's in her eyes, she's jealous. She likes you Eddie." Alex explained

"if she's jealous why won't she say anything?"

"Eddie. She doesn't want to upset you. She thinks we are actually together. Is she really the type of girl to ruin a relationship just to get what she wants?" Alex questioned. She already knew the answer but it needed to connect in Eddie's head.

"no she wouldn't" Eddie sighed

"don't give up. It's working" she smiled

~~

Eddie and Alex kept their fake relationship going for a few months.

Alex and Y/N actually were becoming really good friends. Alex easily learning Y/N's body language.

Prom was around the corner and Eddie's final plan was set.

"you ready to ask her?" Alex asked as she handed Eddie the flowers

"what if she says no? What if we have this all wrong?" Eddie panicked. Rejection was still a 50/50 chance.

"Eddie listen to me. I've spent months with this girl. She's in love with you. She talks about you all the time. She purposely gives me details of things you like so I can do them for you. She wouldn't try that hard to make your relationship work with another girl if she didn't care. She wants you to be happy and she's fine even if it's with another girl. I'm a girl, I know this. So man up and ask your damn girl to prom!" Alex snapped. Pushing Eddie out of the van as Y/N was walking past.

Alex quickly hid in the backseat

"woah Eddie. What's up?" Y/n laughed as Eddie practically jumped out of his van

"I have a question for you" he breathed out, handing her the flowers

She took them confused

"look I've had this crush on you for so long. I've been in love with you just as long. I adore the way you talk. The way you laugh. How amazing you play dnd. You brighten up every single day of my life and I want to ask you, if you'd be my date to prom? How would that sound to you?" He breathed out. Anxiety filling his body.

He watched as she closed her eyes. Tears filling them quickly. He looked at her worried as she smashed the flowers in his chest

"sounds good to me Eddie. She'll love it" she choked out, smiling fast.

"wait what?" He questioned out loud. She was walking away towards her car and he watched her confused

"go after her idiot!" Alex said through the window.

Eddie looked over at her, confusion still in his eyes

"EDDIE GO!" She screamed.

Eddie jumped into action, throwing the flowers on the ground and running after Y/N and yanking her arm back. Turning her around.

She stood there with tears falling down her cheeks

"why are you crying gorgeous? Don't cry or I'll cry" He spoke softly. Wiping her tears with his thumbs

"Eddie I can't do this. I'm sorry" she cried. Shaking her head as she sobbed harder.

"do what? I don't understand"

"I can't keep acting like I'm okay with you and Alex. I know it's wrong but fuck I hate seeing how happy you are. It hurts so bad. And now you are taking her to prom, and I just always dreamed of you asking me. And I'm selfish. I shouldn't be telling you any of this because Alex is amazing and sh-" Eddie cut off her rambling with his lips.

Wrapping his arm around her waist and cupping her jaw. Kissing her passionately. She kissed back. Tangling her hands in his hair as she pushed herself against him.

Once she realized what she was doing she shoved him off of her. Eddie stumbled over his feet at the action

"Eddie! Oh my god we shouldn't have done that"

She just helped Eddie cheat on his girlfriend

"Alex and I aren't together. It wasn't real" he spoke fast. He needed her to understand right away.

"what?" She was confused

"Alex works at the mechanic shop. I asked her to pretend to be my girlfriend to make you jealous. I was asking you to prom. Not asking if it was good enough to ask her. It's always been you and no one else. I'm sorry I didn't just tell you. I was scared. Scared you wouldn't li-" this time she cut him off. Smashing her lips back on his.

He hummed as she threw herself in his arms. Holding her tightly as he kissed her back.

She pulled back with a smile

"I love you too and I'd love to go to prom"

Eddie silently cheered in his head.

Eddie finally got his girl

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💚💚Eddie Nashton Fluff 💚

Summary: Eddie doesn’t like seeing his gf all dirty and worn out. Here’s some pure fluff of what he would do. 

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Subject: Fluff, Daddy kink, pet names, infantilism, obsession, headcanons, imagines, codependent, 

        Words: 505

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  You were a few minutes away from passing out from work. Your feet almost formed knots in each of your toes. But it would all be worth it once you come home to the person who truly mattered the most. Warmth swept across your cheeks thinking about him. He was your everything through thick and thin. If there was anything you wanted and needed, He never seemed to disappoint. 

  Edward opened the apartment door before you could even turn the knob. 

“Finally it’s about time” he breathed out his mouth. The place you guys shared was so cozy and warm that no one would want to leave. Every piece of furniture matched with the color scheme to contrast the hardwood floor. The room smelled like lavender and smoked foods all around.

You clung your arms around his neck and kissed him passionately on his lips. Eddie hummed into the kiss while his hands ravished your sides. 

‘Did you have a good day at work?” He gave your waist a light squeeze before brushing a few strands of hair out of your face. 

 “I always do babe” you rested your chin on his chest wanting all of his attention. 

“Why don’t we take a bath together before you eat?” He pecked your forehead and led you to the bedroom.  

   You plop your bag down and slowly begin to strip while Eddie bun goes to run the bath water. 

You giggle a little realizing how tall he was. “I don’t think our tub can handle both of us Ed” you watch over him with just your bra and panties on while he feels the water. “Trust me baby I’ll make us fit” he gave you a once over with his eyes and turned the knob. 

Of course Eds going to have plenty of bubbles fill to the top and make sure the water is nice warm enough for you to stand 

He gently runs his fingers across your body and hooks his finger under your straps. Then he’ll unclip your bra while giving you the most sloppiest kiss ever

You fondle your fingers to eagerly get him naked too while he almost strip you bare

Endless moans escape your mouth while he leaves mini hickies near the crook of your neck and collar bone. 

He slowly helps you into the tub first before joining in with you. 

You lay your back up against him while he rubs your sweet clit in circular motions

He tells you about his day while he plays with your nipples and lather you up with more soap

You both just relax into each other and talk about random stuff 

Eventually you both wash up and step out of the water while he gives you a towel first before drying himself off. You notice how sexy he looks with his hair damp around his ears.

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