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Eddie texts part seven

Eddie is not a morning person, never has been, but once the two of you start having sleepovers that starts to change and it's all because you wake him up with kisses. You pepper his face with soft, gentle kisses to wake him up and he loves it. And then he gets up and makes the two of you breakfast.

One day Wayne comes home from work when they two of you are in the kitchen, you sitting at the little table and Eddie at the stove making pancakes or something.

Wayne smiles and says something like, "I guess it takes a pretty face to get you out of bed before noon."

110% a girl dad

Loves head scratches or when you play with his hair

He likes apple juice more than orange juice

He has done stick and pokes on himself

He loves everything about Halloween, dressing up, horror movies, candy

He can be very competitive

He loves the rain

To calm down after a hard day, he’ll go drive around and listen to music

He can roll amazing joints 

He actually draws alot, like dragons and shit

He’s a munch <3

He wrote a song about his mom

He’ll poke you if you aren’t listening to him, and will until you do

When he gets a new cassette or vinyl, he’ll call you so you can both listen to it

He LOVES physical touch

If he talks about his mom with you then he REALLY trusts you, he wouldn’t just talk about her with anyone

He fidgets alot, with his rings, bracelets, the strings in his ripped jeans

He says that he hates babies and their annoying, but really he is actually really good with babies and kids

He falls asleep in his jeans

He loves psyching people out

He’ll purposely turn off your alarm so you guys can cuddle longer

He hits people when he’s excited

Proposes with ring pops

He loves red slushies

Leaves notes for you all the time

He carries a pocket knife with him

He keeps a poloroid of you on the mirror of his van

BODY. WORSHIPS.

He thinks crystals are really cool

Likes drawing on his hands

He loves laying on you, your chest, legs, stomach, anywhere

He gets really giggly randomly (especially if he’s high)

He’s kinky, but hey maybe thats just me

He’s so loud, he’ll be yelling at like 3am 

Listen…I think Modern!Eddie would think Brittany Broski is hilarious and would have a crush on her

He is very protective over you and his friends

Watching Eddie do fashion shows when he’s young. Not knowing when they’re going to end, but watching his favourite person in the world strut his stuff in everything from diy band shirts, dresses with flannels, skirts and sneakers.

Metal and rock is blasting, Eddie is so content doing air guitar in whatever clothes make him feel comfortable and cool.

Wayne watched the whole thing with a smile and a sparkle in his eyes. He can’t believe he got the best nephew that’s so opposite in personality.

18+ Minors DNI

"I just wanted to tell you something, as a friend." Eddie goes on. You've been on the phone for 15 minutes now. You can tell he's had one too many beers. His words running together a bit, his voice a little louder than usual.

"Of course." you tease, a giggle falling from your lips. You had just finished a joint when your phone rang, Eddie insisting he had something important to tell you.

"Your body is bangin.”

"Bangin' huh?" you giggle, your cheeks reddening immediately, grateful that he wasn't standing in front of you.

"Listen.. even friends can appreciate their friends uh-parts." he slurs, a little giggle slipping his lips.

"That skirt the other day, baby. Fuuuck." He groans dramatically. "Your ass.. your fucking curves."

"Eddie." you whisper, barely able to speak as compliments continue pouring from his lips. This wasn't the first time Eddie had said something like this but he wasn't usually so blunt.

"Shhh! I'm just trying to tell you." he chuckles again, "I would have bent you over right then and there if you woulda let me." his playful tone darkens in an instant.

"I-" Suddenly you wished he was standing in front of you.

"Mmm.. I can picture it now." he hums. "Pushing your skirt above your hips. Teasing you first. Do you like to be teased, sweetheart?"

"Fuck, Eds." you breathe out, your heart pounding in your chest, your pussy beginning to throb from his words.

"Shit, sorry baby.. I'm a little," he pauses to hiccup loudly, "a little drunk."

"It's okay.. I-I do like to be teased, by the way." you whisper into the phone, not wanting the conversation to end. Your high giving you a little boost of confidence.

"Yeah? Can I tell you what I'd do first?Hypothetically.” he rasps.

"Please." you whimper.

"Shit.. yeah, okay. First I'd bend you over.. like we talked about." he says giddily.

"Mhmm."

"Then I'd run my fingers up your thigh slowly until I reach your panties. I bet they'd be wet. Would they be wet, sweetheart?"

"So wet." you purr, escalating the situation further, resulting in a deep moan from Eddie.

Fuck, he's hot.

"I would bring my fingertips to your clit, starting slow. Teasing you just a bit. Then I'd move lower, feeling your soaked panties."

"Soaked?" you egg him on.

"Fucking drenched." he groans.

"What next?"

He chuckles lustfully at your eager tone. "I'd slip them to the side.. what color are they, baby?"

"Red. Lacy."

"Fuck me. Mmm.. okay. I'd slip the lace to the side, finally feeling you on my fingers.."

"Fast or slow?"

"Slow, in and out, I bet you feel so fucking good.”

“How many fingers?" he moans growing hard at the thought.

"Two?"

"Two.. yeah.. two sounds good. I'd start slow, gliding them in and out, speeding up, listening to your sounds.. finger fucking you real good, sweetheart. Make you cum all over my hand. God, know you'd be so wet."

"So wet for you, Eddie. My pussy would be so wet for you." you purr, surprising yourself with your words.

"Sweetheart... you're gonna make me cum." he blurts out at the same time that you blurt out your own sentence. "Do you wanna come over?"

"Yes. God, yes." he answers hastily.

"Wait, Eddie.. I don't think you should drive right now."

"No, no, no. I'm not driving. Stevie here is gonna drive me. Aren't ya buddy? Oh, here. You wanna say hi?" You hear a rustling on the other end of the phone. Oh god.

"Uh.. hi." Steve mutters awkwardly through the phone.

"Heh.. hi Steve." your face blushes profusely as you realize Steve must have been there the whole time.

"So. uh- need me to bring him?"

"Mhmm.. yeah. Please."

Sharing a big bag of chips and Eddie catching your wrist and sucking on your fingers to get off all the crumbs that are stuck to them.

Eddie sneaking up behind you, pushing his icy fingers up your jumper and laughing hysterically when you cringe and shove him away. 

Baking together and both of you shoving your fingers into the mix to taste it when the other isn’t looking. Taking turns to lick the spoon clean. 

Smacking Eddie’s ass every time he bends over. 

Trying to throw food into each other's mouths and then fishing crumbs out of each other's hair. 

Eddie saying ‘Good yawn’ or ‘Good burp’ 

Alternatively, every time you yawn for a long time he’ll stick his fingers in your mouth. 

If he’s too tired to make it to the couch after work, he’ll collapse on his knees in between your legs and face plant into your lap. 

He doesn’t have an ulterior motive, apart from when he does, he just likes to be close to you. He claims you recharge him. 

Fake wrestling

He likes to bend at the waist when he runs towards you like he’s about to tackle you, but instead, he lifts you off the ground and spins you around. 

He’s an embarrassment at the airport if you ever need to go somewhere. Going and Coming back. 

Going he’s a blubbering mess. 

Returning he’s a blubbering mess, plus he’s delivering a monologue like you’re returning from war. You have received a ‘thank you for your service’ before because of his dramatics. 

The first time you fly together, he won’t admit it, but he’s terrified.

Will always pretend you need to hold his hand, rather than him needing to ask for it. 

Wearing an old comfy pair of underwear with a small hole or tear? Eddie finds that hole and digs his finger in to make it bigger and bigger. Likes that it gives him easier access. Will pull you towards him by the hole.

Like’s to have his hand down your pants just for comfort. He won’t even do anything just rest/cup his palm against you. 

If your is hand in or up his boxers? He’s dead. In heaven.

Goes feral when you rake your nails down his thighs or his happy trail. 

Hair-washing nights morph into self-care days, helping with his curls and painting his nails. 

Insists he does your eyeliner if you’re putting any on. Will straddle your thigh like a heathen and pretend he’s not borderline humping it while holding a pencil dangerously close to your eyeball. 

He believes in love boners. 

Wants a cat, but you’re worried about the responsibility so you get fish to get into the habit of feeding something daily. 

You both have names for the racoons that live in the trailer park and will gossip about what you saw them getting up to that day

Air guitar contests

Eddie writing you love letters in detention

Walking Eddie to the bathroom at parties when he gets too drunk. Holding one of his hands, the other wrapped around his waist. 

Sometimes he has literally asked you to hold his dick while he pees because he’s either too drunk to do it himself or thinks it’s funny. 

He’s a little fucking gremlin,

Your little fucking gremlin,

You love it.

★ Eddie x Reader

★ CW: Drug Use, Marijuana, the death of a cart, a funeral

★ A/N: I wrote this for my beloved @lofaewrites when she mentioned she needed a funeral for her cart preached by Eddie Munson. Thus ensued. I really hope you enjoy it my lovely darling lo, I love you to the moon and back <3)

Eddie went through all the rules when he bought you your first pen, something he had gifted you when you complained of aches and pains that seemed to plague you on the daily. 

There weren’t many, just the basic “be careful” and “call me if you need me” sort of direction. But the one, golden rule Eddie really hammered home- never let it drop. 

“Yeah- Never let it drop- Carts are glass, it would be a real shame to drop one and send 40 dollars down the drain,”  he mumbles as he screws the cart into your new device. 

He gets a little wine drunk after dinner one night. Sitting at the old piano in your cozy living room. Pajamas on. Robe tied around his waist. A pair of slippers on his feet. Glasses sit on top of the piano next to a lit lavender scented candle. A picture of comfort.

Fingers moving gracefully along the keys. Singing a bit out of tune. On purpose just to hear the laugh you let out as you stand leaning against the piano. Wine glass in hand. A look of pure adoration on your face as you watch Eddie’s theatrics. Your silly man.

Mid song he gently grabs your arm, tugging you down beside him on the bench. Insisting on trying to show you how to play this song. Again. Hand grabbing yours to place your fingers on the proper keys. He’s tried to teach you many times but it never sticks. And that’s okay. It’s better watching him play. Seeing the passion that lights him up no matter the instrument.

And as you hit another wrong key, Eddie throws an arm over your shoulder pulling you in to press a kiss to your temple. Whispering words against your skin.

Next time, sweetheart.

Steve who makes you dinner every night , steve who forces you guys to stay because he cannot sleep without you guys anymore. steve who holds you guys when you have nightmares and even though no one thought either boy deserved love , you loved them , you saved them & you cared for them.

When the whole town shit on you and steve for loving eddie , eddie gave you guys an ultimatum, he didnt want to hold you guys back nor did he want the town to label you as freaks either.