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jadewritesficshere · 1 month

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The boy is mine (Jade's edition)

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie has a plan for a romantic night, but things go awry (2k words)

Contents: Anxiety, Eddie is self deprecating, hurt/comfort (kinda), no gendered terms for reader except mention that their hand is smaller then Eddie's and reader is called beautiful, a literal fire (please look up fire safety), fluff

A/N: So I saw this the first day it was posted and I thought it was a fun idea and saved the prompt by @carolmunson. I've been writing this for a bit,, but like I have had such bad mental fog and generalized pain recently I have been having a hard time focusing...I think I kind of misinterpreted the rules a bit...so here is sad lump of a contribution. Call me Stitch the way I am telling myself "it may be little and broken but still good".

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The night had started well, at least Eddie thought it had. He promised you a romantic night in. He even prepped for it.

Eddie rented sappy love movies, getting advice by Harrington and Buckley surprisingly. Harrington stated flowers were the way to go, but then started arguing with Buckley. While entertaining, Eddie learned more about the languages of romance from Buckley then he did about romantic gifts. But he wrote down to get flowers.

So he watched the movies. And Eddie was high paid a lot of attention and basically learned to make a grand speech. Big pour out your heart moment. Which, he felt he always talked your ear off, so he could totally do.

Eddie then read those magazines all the cheerleaders gossiped and giggled over. He didn't learn much except some tips for the best kiss. Cup the person's cheek and lean in slowly. Build the suspense. Eddie could do that.

Give you flowers. Make a speech. Cup your cheek as he kisses you. Eddie had this in the bag! Each point written in his little notebook.

And then the reality of you coming to his trailer hit him when you called to confirm the date was still on that morning. He hung up the phone after flirting a bit and looked around his house. Nerves flooded his system as he looked at it with the perspective of an outsider. He didn't want it to look bad. And it was, well, it wasn't bad but definitely could be cleaner.

So Eddie had vacuumed and dusted the entire trailer. Tossed empty pizza boxes in the trash. Sprayed some cologne around the trailer to cover the scent of weed, then cursed himself for using the expensive cologne when there was a bottle of air freshener in the bathroom.

Had picked up his clothes scattered across his room and shoved them all, clean and dirty, into the closet. Had made sure his bed had more then one pillow, grabbing spare throw pillows and tossing them towards the headboard. Even if he didn't think there was a chance you would enter his bedroom tonight, he wanted to be prepared.

Eddie had even started dinner before you arrived. An easy roast that Wayne had made hundreds of times. Thrown meat, potatoes, onions, and carrots into the pot, seasoned it and thrown it all in the oven.

It was newer, this thing between you, and he wanted to get it all right. You'd been friends for years, just recently evolved into dating. It was easy to hold your hand and throw an arm around your shoulder before, stealing those small intimate moments and pretending it meant something more. But now it does mean more. Truly, it always had, but neither of you had said anything. Because like usual, Eddie was the coward and ran.

He spent what felt like minutes (it had been hours) looking back at the notes, the plan. He had even sketched some pictures of you and him as he studied. Gave himself some sweet new tattoos and piercings and muscles while you had hearts around your head. By the time he stopped rereading the same points over and over again, he realized you would be there within the hour.

And he already failed the first point, flowers. It had completely spaced him what with the studying, but he had other things he had been wanting to give you so he figured he could wing it. He rehearsed everything in his mind, having various conversations with you. He would take your coat, be charming as ever, and you would fall for him even more then you already had.

But the plan immediately left his mind when you had arrived. Eddie could feel his face flush as his eyes trailed up and down your figure. All the rushing thoughts in his head suddenly stopped. All he could think was Damn, how'd I get so lucky?

"You're beautiful." Eddie mumbled in awe as you had shrugged off your coat. And then you smiled and Eddie realized he had messed up the plan. He thought he had went through every variable but he hadn't. It wasn't you that was going to fall more in love with him tonight, but Eddie was going to fall more in love with you.

Eddie twirled a piece of hair around his finger, unable to meet your eyes. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and his palms were begin to sweat. He couldn't help but shift from foot to foot. "Oh I uh....got you something," Eddie smiled and turned to leave before hesitating and motioning to the couch," You can uh sit...or stand, standing is good too! I'll be right back."

Eddie cursed himself the whole time he walked away because of how stupid he was. He could stage elaborate campaigns but couldn't seem to form a single sentence in your presence. Eddie grabbed the gift off his dresser and inhaled slowly, mentally yelling at himself to be cool for once in his life.

And faltered in his steps.

Because you were sat on the couch. Not just on the edge of the cushion like those who he dealt to who couldn't wait to get out of his presence. No, you were fully relaxed into the cushion. You looked comfortable. You looked like you belonged.

And Eddie couldn't squash the butterflies that took flight in his stomach. And he sat on the cushion next to you, fighting the urge to wrap you in his arms and hold you close.

"I got you this," Eddie declared as he handed you a rock. A small, smooth stone that fit in the palm of your hand. Your mouth parted but no words came out. Eddie bit his lip as you slowly turned the stone over in your hands, staring at it.

"I saw it and I thought, well, I thought of you and it matches your eyes and-" Eddie huffed out a laugh and shook his head," Sorry, it's stupid just give it back."

Eddie moved to grab it out of your hand but you slapped at his arm and clenched the stone in your hand. "No, it's mine!" You held your hand to your chest and glared at him. "It's stupid," Eddie looked down. "It is not." "It is!"

"Are you serious? If you don't stop we're gonna have a problem. This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me." You beamed at him. Joy and adoration written clearly across your face. Eddie slowly grinned back as you dared to open your palm and look at the stone again. "My precious," you wiggled your eyebrows at him, making him bark out a laugh as he relaxed.

"Let's save a ring for a later date." He joked, even as his mind raced. You quoted Lord of the Rings! You were sitting on his couch holding a rock he thought was the same shade as your eyes and you liked it!! He was done for. Completely head over heels fallen for you. Said he would never marry yet here he was planning his vows and everything.

"Seriously, Eddie, this is so sweet." Your hand grasped his. Your hand was smaller then his, fitting perfectly. Fingers interlocked hesitantly and then more surely. Eddie's eyes fell to your lips. Your tongue darted out slightly and wet them. And he started to lean in.

The air was thick, and not just with the tension, the anticipation. Your lips were milliseconds to coming in contact with his when Eddie's nose twitched as he caught a familiar scent. Your lips landed on Eddie's cheek as he turned so quickly to face the kitchen he gave himself whiplash.

Thick smoke started to waft out of the room. "Oh fuck!" He jumped up as the smoke detector finally started doing its job and screeched out an annoying beep. Eddie ran into the kitchen with you hot on his heels.

Eddie opened the oven door, smoke billowing out," SHITshitshit-" Eddie cursed as he slammed the door shut, coughing slightly. Your hand reached past him to shut off the oven before darting over to the window and throwing it open.

Eddie's eyes darted to the sink below the window. Stop, drop, and roll- wait no that was if you were on fire. But water beats fire in almost every scenario, right? Except oil, shit did he add oil? No, he didn't add anything except the food and the seasoning so it should all be good right?

"Stand back!" Eddie yells over the screeching alarm. Grabbing the pot holders, he throws the oven door open. Smoke billows past him as he makes a mad dash for the pot, grasping the handles and throwing it in the sink. He throws the faucet on, water pouring over the burnt food and pot.

Steam billows up with smoke, mingling in the air before flowing out the window. A hissing sound from the cool water hitting the hot pot fills the air. You fan the flames towards the open window. "Oh fuck." You cough as your eyes fill with tears from the smoke. Eddie winces as flurried apologies fall from his lips.

The pot, not on fire at least, starts to lessen up on producing smoke. Eddie deems it safe to leave and grabs your hand, dragging you outside. His hands on your shoulders guide you to sit on the steps as you continue to intermittently cough. Eddie rushes back into the kitchen, double checking that the oven was off, and quickly grabs a mug holding it under the still running faucet.

Eddie rushes back outside to you, almost missing the step and face planting. And wouldn't that have been the icing on the cake. Would that make Eddie or the embarrassment of faceplanting be the vanilla frosting? Who even created that saying? Cake was good and this was not good. Eddie shook his head of these thoughts as he sank down on the step next to you.

Eddie hands you the mug of water. You drink it in big gulps, a small dribble of water falling out of the side of your mouth towards your chin. Eddie wipes it away with his thumb as he apologizes," I am so sorry, I don't even know what happened."

"Is this Garfield?" You peer at the mug, as if Eddie almost didn't kill you. "Uh yeah, was in a rush, sorry I didn't grab like a nicer cup. I just ran out...to you..." "Don't apologize, I like Garfield," you mumble taking another drink of the water.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asks, hands running up and down your shoulders, eyes checking you over. "Think I hacked up a lung from all the smoke...," you rub your sternum," Man, my lungs do not like smoke...and you like that?" Eddie let out a nervous laugh," Yeah no sorry, only when its weed. Never really inhaled a straight fire before."

You look up into Eddie's eyes that are full of concern. "Well, I'd recommend like not doing that. But I'm okay, it startled me more then anything," You give a soft smile. "You sure?" "Positive." You knock his shoulder with yours.

Eddie's eyes search your figure, ensuring you aren't lying to him. You ignore him, opting to set the mug down on the ground. Fingers brushing against a dandelion, yellow and bright. You pluck it from the ground and twirl it between your fingers.

You're okay. You're holding a dandelion and you're okay. You aren't acting like you hate him. You aren't making excuses and leaving. You aren't leaving like everyone else-

Eddie's shoulders relax as the tension leaves his body. You're okay. Your relationship is okay. He didn't ruin everything. You're smiling at a fucking dandelion while his heart feels like it has run a marathon.

You're oblivious to his plight as you lean over and tuck the dandelion behind his ear," Maybe don't smoke that. Looks pretty on you." "Not that kind of weed." "Yeah dumb joke sorry."

A slow exhale escapes him as he shakes his head,"No it's good I'm just," Eddie waves his hand in front of him," like what the fuck just happened? I am never cooking again. I'll just take you to Enzo's. I fucked up. Sorry for ruining the date."

Your hand cupped his cheek as you ducked down to meet his eyes," Hey, no. You didn't ruin the date." Eddie rolls his eyes slightly," Almost killing you? Yeah, pretty sure i ruined it." You bump your knee against Eddie's, "it's not ruined and you didn't almost kill me. Small food fire, happens to everyone. I lit popcorn on fire once. Besides, if you did happen to kill me, at least I would have died happy and in love. And you'd be stuck with me cause ghost me is absolutely haunting you."

Eddie can't help but laugh slightly," Oh? You think you'd be a ghost and not get another chance at life? Be reincarnated or whatever?" "Well, even if I was reincarnated, I'd find you again."

Eddie scoffs, "C'mon, don't say that.. That's not even true, you'd totally be able to move on. You wouldn't need little old me." You grab his face and peer into his eyes," Eddie Munson, I will always need you. In this life and whatever happens after. You and me? We're it. Maybe it should be too soon to say, but I feel it in my bones. You're it for me Eddie. Together now, forever, and when everything ceases to exist we'll be in nothing together. I will always be with you because I will always love you."

You lean in and Eddie thinks his heart stops. Your hand holding his cheek in place, thumb lightly brushing back and forth. His eyes flutter shut as your lips finally touch his. It was soft and sweet, lips slowly parting and melding together in a dance that sent shivers down Eddie's spine. He sighed into the kiss as you leaned closer into each other. Your hands threading through his hair, his wrapping around your waist. Lips moving in tandem, tongues darting out tentatively.

You only part when you both are gasping for air. Soft smiles and longing glances shared as the sun sets. "I love you too." Eddie traces your cheekbone with his finger. "You better." You joke. Your combined giggles fill the air as you continue to steal kisses from each other.

The night may not have been the most romantic. Or gone to plan, like, at all. But it was one Eddie already knew that when he thought about he would be able to feel his heart swell with love. And as he kissed you Eddie thought, yeah you were it for him.

#Was gonna change my user from Jade but I have nothing that feel more like me (was going to be Jade for literal years and now it doesn't fit)#Maybe thats just the mental fog making everything not normal for me tho #Have yall burned anything before?? I remember so many times my family has...or maybe they just can't cook #Cheese fell off a pizza once and caught fire on the bottom of the oven...microwaveable popcorn when someone hit 5 minutes instead of 2 #None of them were fire fires but small things burning with lots of smoke #Be safe yall please learn fire safety and what to do or not do with kitchen fires #Anyways I love you all and I am going to go read everyone else's submissions okay byeeeeee #eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson fluff #Eddie Munson x y/n #eddie munson/you #eddie munson/reader #Jade is Talking #Also yes you did everything Eddie planned to do...so it did happen according to plan just not Eddie doing it #ALSO ALSO I have found a rock in every shade okay green grey blue brown white black etc #So it is possible to find a rock in every shade okay pls dont be like green is not a rock IT IS or maybe I'm colorblind #I'm not I've passed colorblind studies (for work) many times

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coldresolve · 7 months

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*taps mic* this is niche but hear me out boys

imagine the fucken nightmare it'd be to kidnap a t1 diabetic. ive kinda wanted to write a story like that sometime cause it'd just set up this wicked dynamic. blood sugar does not fuck around.

im not just talking about the hassle of aquiring a constant stream of insulin and other medical supplies. imagine that first day, the victim gets roughed up a little... and then they start acting strange. they can't answer questions, they're shaking, their eyes wander, their movements are uncoordinated. the bewilderment of the kidnapper as they watch this now barely lucid person tryna stay focused, "i didn't hit them that hard, did i?"

and then something in the victim's waistband starts beeping very loudly, like an alarm. the kidnapper finds this little device connected by a thin cord to something under the shirt. a display reads hypoglycemia - contact emergency services. oh shit. so now they have to google their way into figuring out how to treat hypoglycemia in a diabetic patient.

blood sugar is heavily influenced by adrenaline. normally this is tied to excersise - if a diabetic person is physically active, the blood sugar drops. it can also be caused by pain. if a diabetic person experiences severe pain, it's 100% a guarantee that their blood sugar will plummet very, very rapidly. in a t1 diabetic person, hypoglycemia is an altered state of consciousness. an inability to think, balance, coordinate body movement. the eyes glaze over, slow, nonsensical speech, sometimes agitation or other mood swings, ironically enough, often a reluctance to eat and drink. if it's left untreated, they will eventually lose consciousness and slip into a coma. once the blood sugar levels are back to normal, they most likely won't be able to remember what happend during and immediately prior to the hypoglycemia episode.

other things that blood sugar is influenced by includes: food (obviously), sleep patterns, temperature, mood, dehydration, drugs/alcohol/nicotine, other medications, caffeine, allergies, altitude, the time of day, the environment the person is in (being out in the sun vs. being in a dark room), etc.

just. thinking about the whole convoluted mess that'd come with this scenario. how both kidnapper and t1 victim have to do their best to adjust to this thing, because things will go south very quickly if they don't. and how that's gonna affect their overall dynamic, ykno?

#full disclosure i have a loved one with t1 #they once fell down the stairs and broke their arm #and my first reaction. before we even got the person in the car to go to the er #was to go to the kitchen and grab a bunch of brick juices #and fucken systematically force feed those to them #and they STILL ended up crashing so bad they couldn't remember the first couple hours of the er visit #even tho a team of experienced medical profs were there tryna regulate it #your priorities are just different with t1 ykwim #other

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fandomssaremysoul · 11 months

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Hahaha Taako waited every morning for 12 years for someone to wake him up by talking loudly or jumping on him, but never experiencing it until he met a fucking weird ass tiny dwarf dude who always woke up wayyy too early and made tea that he completely fucked up with an insane amount of sugar but always also made a cup for Taako that was made like he liked it and then they waited for the giant brickshithouse of a human fighter to eventually shamble out of bed.

And it was peaceful but painful, familiar like an old pair of shoes but they were just a bit too loose to be comfortable something was missing but what what what,,,

who?

W̷̢̨̖̯̯͔̭̥̹̰̭̩̟̣͓̬̱̦͛̄̃͆͘͜ͅh̶̢̨͓̣̙̳̝̯̥̘̥̞͚̤̰̓̀̊͗̈́́͂̈͝ͅo̸̡̡̨̨͚͉̦̣͓̠̻̬̙͇̙͍̪̜̎̔̿͐͂̆̂͋̇͠͝͝?

#taz #the adventure zone #taako taaco #taako the wizard #taz balance #merle highchurch #magnus burnsides #Headcanon #I just love them #Lucretia would always be one of the first ones to wake up never one to miss anything happening in a day #Lup had all that energy and usually tackled Taako out of bed before going to annoy the captain #Davenport woke up normally but a cup of tea was always waiting for him as Merle learned all the preferences of the crew as soon as he could #He wasn't allowed to use the kitchen for anything else tho #Barry normally slept the longest as he usually fell asleep the latest his research always keeping him up #Magnus would drink coffee with cream and two sugars no more no less Lup liked black coffee to appreciate the beans #(a lie but she got used to just coffee since they couldn't afford sugar and anything else when they were on their own anyway)#Taako liked to observe and enjoy the safety these chuckle fucks brought

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accioepiphany · 7 months

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Don't know if this is a hot take, but I think the creators of The Bear think they already gave Carmy therapy...

Ok, let me explain.

I've seen a lot of headcanons and meta discussion regarding Carmy needing therapy in general, but also before anything with Sydney happens. And, although I agree he is not yet a dependable partner that can form healthy relationships... I also think he is already on his way, trying to change, trying to be better, trying. And the reason he is already in the process, is because he decided to go to the Al-Anon meetings. Like, the way those meetings are framed in the show, are in the form of spaces in which he gives monologues while he opens up about what's going on with him... which, in a way, is therapy. Except that we don't hear the feedback he gets, or if he even gets it. But the thing is that, narrative-wise, and even visual-wise, the image we are getting is of Carmy going places to talk and, in a way, heal...

So, it wouldn't make much sense in future seasons for a more traditional way of therapy to be introduced, because we would see the same we are already seeing... you know what I mean? Carmy talking and realizing stuff about himself.

All of these to say that I think the Al-Anon meetings count as therapy for Carmy for the writers of The Bear. And that I wouldn't be surprised if, instead of having Carmy go to a one-on-one therapy, they just make the Al-Anon meetings have more of an impact on him, that shows in the ways he interacts with his family, the restaurant, everyone in it and, of course, Sydney.

#the bear #carmy berzatto #this came to me on a dream #lol no. But I do have been thinking a lot abut it. Because I agree that Carmy needs to work on himself before he gets involved with others.#But at the same time. everytime I imagine a way that could be shown on the series I imagine what we have already been seeing...#with the al anon meetings. and so i cant help but think... maybe he already is?? Is just a slow process. and he is not yet there #but hey. isnt he better in season 2 than in season 1?? because i fell he kinda is.#he is trying to be happy. even if it backfires. and he is putting work on the bear even if not enough..#and he is not burning kitchens by accident!!! which is huge in my books tbh #idk what do you think??? I will love to discuss it with everyone.. we still have a loooong time until a new season soooo #sydcarmy

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flowerflamestars · 1 year

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Timeloop au snippet

“We did it,” Nesta murmured, a different quiet entirely than the misty morning rising around them. “We’ll do it again, if we have to.” Even under the salt-sting, even when she had sea water dripping from her hair, even now, Nesta smelled like fire. Smoke. Memory no mercy at all, home itself unchanging across lives. Not a bond but a body, a being, Nesta Archeron watching Lucien turn his whole heart over before dawn could even rise, brighter light to her eyes than this whole blazing kingdom they’d brought such acclaim to. “We will,” Lucien breathed, barely a sound, all he could manage. She never changed and always changed and was, always- “Lucien.” He met her gaze. Watched, spellbound, as Nesta raised one graceful hand to twist in the torn open collar of his shirt. “Lucien,” she said again, insistent. When he couldn’t find enough air to reply, she shook her head. “I didn’t do for Tarquin. For Summer. For peace.” She moved like quicksilver. Like a faery crouched in forest shadows, like liquid moonlight, a predator to whom Lucien’s very hope was prey. They’d walked together for so many years now it was easy. As though all along it had been this, as they’d been accused so many times. Like Lucien, in fear and hope and heartache had always known he could lean down, and Nesta Archeron would breathe life right back into his lungs. A tiny tug, to his shirt, just a request. Just Nesta, curling upright, hand sliding up Lucien’s neck into his hair. An anchor, holding fast. A touch that said nothing but desire. Lucien leaned down and kissed her. Salt and sweet wine. Sharp stinging teeth and Nesta’s mouth falling open, plush and welcome. The world righting all at once beneath his feet, entirely familiar. Nesta. Nesta in his arms, twisting sibylline like she couldn’t get enough contact. Nesta, who’d remember this in twenty years or a thousand, real. Nesta, in his head and his heart and his hands and- Nesta, in his chest, pulling taut at a rope he’d never known to wind, silver fire and endless light and- “It’s you,” Lucien breathed. She was already gone.

#the sheer insanity of part three comes in HOT AND HEAVY yall #Nesta in part one: THE CAULDRON KNOWS EVERYTHING #also Nesta in part two: the Cauldron WILL GIVE ME WHAT I WANT IT JUST HURTS #Nesta in part three: literally triggered by her own desires and running like a bat out of hell #Lucien baby would realize he wants Nesta and IMMEDIATELY act on it #while the argument can be made he's wanted her #since before he can remember actually #the little tug? encouragement needed?#oh my god #Nesta showed up in Summer with a kings head in her hands and said #hey #we can win this war and make a better future but IF YOU'RE MEAN TO MY BOYFRIEND I'LL KILL YOU #And Tarquin fully fell in love with her anyway #what a man #jealousy whomst?#Mezo is somewhere warmly chuckling I know it to be true #Lucien loves Summer!#but he misses autumn!#he misses THEIR KITCHEN #He's a little drunk and alittle sad #and thinking about how nice their little house was #Lucien/Nesta #no grave can hold my body down

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maxxinsstuff · 2 years

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I cannot stop thinking about chef argyle and waiter Jonathan. Imagine Jonathan moved to California with his two best friend which are Nancy and Steve they all got different jobs and Jonathan got this fancy job in a restaurant as a waiter , he never works in the kitchen but one day they told him to move back there to start taking helping out and that’s when he met argyle Who is a pantry chef they didn’t talk at first but after some time they start making small conversations, one day argyle Invites Jonathan to smoke and that’s the moment I realize they’re falling for each other .

#jonathan byers #argyle #argyle x jonathan #jargyle #stranger things #they fell in love in the kitchen #chef argyle #waiter Jonathan #I can’t stop thinking about this #cali boy #stranger things fic #fic writing #fanfic #Steve and nancy and Jonathan are bestie

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