#g!eddie

could you maybe talk about g/t Eddie Munson? literally it could be anything haha😂❤️

hey

and sure! although i don’t watch st anymore nor am i fixated on it anymore, but i’ll still write about it, because it is something i and others enjoy :D

fluff!

y/n= your name, f/c = favorite candy (if you despise candy just use food)

light swearing

“Oh, come on, it’ll be funny…” He held the dress infront of you, and you just rolled your eyes.

“I don’t care. I’m not wearing it.” You cross your arms, as you have made your decision. He squinted at you, and then suddenly smiled.

“I don’t like that face. Stop making that face. Seriously, Eddie! You always do this when you have a terrible ide-“ He quickly lifted you up, your legs dangling. You protested, but he pretended he couldn’t hear you, and dropped you gently in a cupboard.

“HEY!” You yell, kicking at his hand.

“Put it on and i’ll give you f/c,” He said. You pause.

“Are you trying to bribe me?”

“Yes.” You frown, but eventually gesture for him to close the door.

He did, and you groaned, already knowing the consequences of your decision. Pulling on the dress, you found that it was extremely uncomfortable. Would getting f/c be worth wearing this thing for an hour? Probably not. Are you still doing it? Yeah.

You could tell your face was bright red when you knocked on the door, and he opened it. As soon as he saw you, his eyes went wide and he covered his mouth, stifling laughter. You frown. He brings his hand over to you, and you hop on it, kneeling on his palm. You cover your face with your hands.

“Y/N!” He exclaims, and you flinch from the volume. “Oh, oh, shit, you’re so cute, oh my God, oh my God!” He sounded like a little kid, he was so excited. His eyes sparkled when he saw you, and that made all of this worth it. And the candy. You wouldn’t tell him the first part, though. His dark eyes were fixated on you.

“I’m gonna force you into this dumb dress.” You say, standing up, and almost falling. He offers a finger, and you put your hand on it for balance. He twirls you around.

“Nope.” You grab his finger, and he pretends to be hurt, but he clearly is very amused.

“I hate you.” You say, squeezing his finger, although you know it didn’t do anything.

“No you dont.”

Would you ever forgive him for this horrible act of treason and bribery?

Maybe.