#⭐️eddie

[flaneur001]

The weeping cherry blossom

Eddie Alette x GN Reader Hanahaki AU

[ Eddie belongs to @xoxoalette ]

CW- Angst, Mentions of blood, gore, death, and insinuation of murder. And slightly ooc Eddie :3 word count- 1607

This was absurd. And this was getting out of hand.

Eddie Alette tried to regulate his breathing, focusing on the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. To calm his traitorous heart that seemed to have a mind of its own around you. Surely, you weren’t so ignorant right? Surely, you must hear the persistent crunch of his jaw clenching and unclenching. How had you not noticed the crease between his brows that he bore like the first cracks on his fine statuesque face?

The lecture today seemed to stretch. The professor’s voice was nothing but a distant echo buried under the tidal wave of your cloying presence beside him. The cold late winter breeze hurtled in through a window nearby and kissed your skin, making the dusting of pink on your cheeks more prominent and Eddie felt the firm jolt of something deep within his chest settle its roots.

A choke…a cough…and a loud desperate swallow of air, made him sit up straighter in alarm and swear under his breath. Clutching a hand to his mouth, he resisted the urge to hurl when he tasted the vanilla and oranges on the flirty breeze that had sifted through your locks and attacked his senses.

He could feel it coming. It fluttered in his throat like dread, bile and the sickening sweetness that enveloped each pore on his body, slowly smothering him with every gulp of air he heaved.

Unable to take it anymore, he hurriedly rose from his seat.The legs of the chair scraped roughly on the ground, before it hit the floor with a loud clatter. He had to escape now or else everyone would know. Even worse, you would know, and he simply wouldn't have it.

Your eyes and several others’ snapped towards the silver haired man who was frantically shoving his belongings in his backpack as if possessed.

“Mr.Alette, any problems?” the professor inquired brusquely.

“Yes” he spat, mismatched eyes flitting to yours and holding them captive as he conveyed a multitude of things he hated about you, through his withering glare alone. 

With some effort, he broke eye contact and looked towards the lecturer who grew impatient, the longer this interruption lasted, “I’m feeling woozy. Suffocated” he muttered and you rolled your eyes at the barely concealed jab at your expense.

“Alright you're excused” the old professor waved a hand dismissing Eddie and jumped back where he had left off. 

Yet your attention was stolen. Your gaze never broke its silent vigil of the man whom you were partnered with for an assignment. The man who never hid his distaste with your general presence.

The man who intrigued yet irritated you to no ends. 

‘Would it kill him to smile sometimes?’ you mused, lips pursed as you watched him leave.

Little did you know, if Eddie ever let that first bloom of a loving smile touch his lips, he would not be the only one dying that day.

* * *

Weeks. It had been weeks since that unfateful day, when you were partnered with him by the professor for the assignment. He had hemmed and hawed but still somehow managed to tolerate your presence just fine until that evening.

If he could pinpoint the exact second where it all went downhill, he would sell his soul to go back in time and end this right then and there. 

End you.

It would be easier wouldn't it? Perhaps it would be better than lying in a mess of his own blood. Congealed with sakura petals that clung to his bare chest, a pathetic evidence of his love for you.

Love. The term tasted bitter on his tongue, and it disgusted him to feel his chest ache each time you were around. What was it about you that made him want to cherish yet obliterate every memory he held of you?

It was a hard thing for Eddie to come to terms with the first time it happened. His mismatched eyes had squinted and burned holes into the X-ray his doctor had handed him after running all the necessary tests.

“You’re dying Mr.Alette” he had stated bluntly, “It's a rare condition, not incurable but still painful” the wizened man had looked at Eddie with such pity that he wanted to do nothing but to hunt you down and show you, just how much he loved you at that moment.

The thought had tickled his fancy and taken up his imagination on several occasions between slow hours at work. More so than he liked to admit. Would you scream, cry or silently take the pain he would inflict on you? 

Would you then understand the way his lungs burned each time the flowery blooms surged up his throat and took an ounce of his life with them? Will you sympathize with the way his heart contracted within its cage and begged to be held by you?

Will you…would you…then love him back?

Eddie sank further into his bed, his snowy lashes fluttered gently as he stared absently at the ceiling of his room, haunted by these incessant questions rattling in his mind.

Autumn had fallen for the cold caress of winter and winter soon melted for the new blush of spring, yet the raging war between his mind and heart never seemed to find its victor.

On some days he hated you. With a vile pettiness for not loving him back. And on others he loved you so passionately that he happily wanted to wilt away as the tree of your love bloomed and spread its branches within his chest. 

* * *

Summer was soon approaching and Eddie was at his limits. The episodes had increased tenfold making him weaker than ever.

So as he sat crouching beside the tub in his bathroom, body trembling with the amount of blood and petals he had hurled, a bitter laugh escaped him. The cruel reality of his feelings surged like wild tears to his glinting eyes and threatened to choke him with the beautiful pain again.

He bit back a sigh and rested his head on the cold tiled wall. The air sneaked in from underneath the door and cooled the beads of sweat rolling down his head and chest. 

With a shaky grip on his phone, and a finality about him Eddie dialed a number.

* * *

Warm sunlight filtered through the gaps between the shades lining the window of the hospital room. Eddie’s hair was splayed upon the pillow like a silver halo. Beautiful eyes blinked slowly as they adjusted to the brightness in the room.

He could hear the faint murmur of a conversation between his sister and the doctor as they discussed when he was to be discharged.

His body was spry. He felt lighter than ever, yet something weighed heavy on his subconscious mind. That gnawing feeling of forgetting something important, made it difficult for him to rest well. 

He knew that he was sick. Remembered that he had undergone surgery. But there seemed to be a gaping hole in his memories surrounding his illness.

 No matter the amount of times he pestered Diva about his memory loss, she would evasively change the subject. Or would parrot the doctor and tell him that this was normal and he was experiencing the side effects of his treatment.

He didn't notice the way she quietly slid a polaroid into her purse, safely tucking it away from his sight. For Diva simply didn't have the heart to tell him about the way they had to pry the picture from his fingers, as he was rushed into surgery.

About how she had found him, unconscious on his bathroom floor. The way he had desperately tried to remember you. Or the fact that his last call to you had gone straight to voicemail.

She had half a mind to find a secluded corner and burn that little picture to smoke. To wipe away the evening that had almost made her lose her brother. Later, Maybe when she had less pressing matters to attend to.

* * *

The summer break seemed like it would go on forever. Diva sighed as she rolled around in her bed, finding a comfortable position until she finally settled on her stomach. She continued flipping through her photo albums, occasionally pausing to coo and marvel at some silly or goofy pictures that caught her attention. The loud whirr of the lawn mower alerted her of Eddie’s presence outside in the garden.

Her brother had gone back to his normal, strict routine and jobs. He had taken more of them to fill the dent left behind by his surgery on his bank account. 

She hummed under her breath, until her fingers paused and her eyes found a polaroid with the bottom corner singed. A small smile tugged at her pouty lips as she thumbed along the edge of the photo.

It was a picture of Eddie. His eyes shone with amusement and a rare sweet grin adorned his lips as he looked upon your sleeping form on the table, seated next to him. 

You had come over for your assignment. And halfway through the evening, ended up dozing, clutching the ends of Eddie’s hoodie in your grasp, like a vice. Although stoic around you most times, Diva had caught her brother, watching you softly as you curled up in sleep, unaware.

She wasn't able to resist then, when she had sneakily captured the moment on her camera. And she wasn't able to entirely burn the picture, knowing that even though his memories of you were now gone, Eddie had still loved you. Loved you enough to throw his life away.

[ediazs]

smiley eddie diaz >>>

[xoxoalette]

I cant stop thinkin about A life being married to Eddie😭 i think it would be very peaceful and nice, i would literally work my ass off so i can have money and buy him nice things (sorry for my bad english)

Your English is good no worries!!

Eddie getting married, he wouldn’t mind being the sole provider :3c but I can imagine this is probably something you guys have talked about for a bit. He doesn’t want to rush things since it’s still his first ever relationship, but he doesn’t wanna take it too slow.

He may be working on his emotional constipation but he’s heard of the horrors of waiting 10 years to propose. I think by the fifth year though he’d propose !!!

He’d prefer to settle down somewhere in the suburbs, where it’s nice and quiet— he’d want to retire early. I say prefer, because canonically— if Eddie’s yandere tendencies are gone, he opens up his own coffee shop, so he’s likely to live near the city still.

I imagine if you’d like, you could work with him at his shop and by closing, you’re both heading home together after cleaning up the shop. He’d make you both dinner and you’d pass out after in bed together.

He’d really appreciate the gifts, but he doesn’t get them from anyone other than his family and Pierre, so it’s still an adjustment. He might be a little flustered each time, but he’ll show you his appreciate by a small smile and kiss to the side of your head.

[adoreyouusugar]

Does anyone remember that Eddie Munson x Best Friend fic that was him letting her masturbate in his room because she has no privacy at home and then they get together and Wayne is like “well about time”

[cannorexic]

2014 grunge is coming back everyone get your 2014 grunge body ready

[serenadeofsunshine]

do not let me loose in a whiteboard

[deliveringspookzandtreatz]

@bashxdash liked for a random starter | 2 out of 4

Well, the poor thing was lost again. Is it even a surprise to anyone at this point? She swore she took the right turn she thought, but nothing looked familiar and for some reason just kept going forward instead of trying to backtrack to go back home. Besides she was curious after all!! The puffball was skipping around, jumping up every now and then to look inside the buildings since she was a small little thing and wanted to know what was going on inside some places.

Of course she stopped in her tracks when she smelled some food, Oh god damn it she was hungry now. He went to follow the smell and found a strange looking man and some food.. Oh he wanted a small tiny bite, but knew not to snatch food so what else could he do? Walk up to the man and poke his leg and give puppy eyes to try to get a small piece of food! So that's what the puffball did!

[mrs-eedee-allgrownup]

TW: weight l0ss check in.

So some good news about my fasting and one meal a day I'm down 10 lbs. Been using this as my wallpaper to keep me going and motivated.

(I have the blank ones if anyone wants this but really just look on Pinterest)

[estelle-speaks]

About to be so annoying about Phoebe Bridgers performing with a replica of Eddie Munson’s guitar

(Photo credit to @shabbyabbyphoto on Instagram!!)

[raz-writes-the-thing]

TAIKA IN LEATHERR lord have mercy he had smudged eyeliner a fake beard and a DREAM and he still served astronomical levels of cunt

He can do no wrong 🩷

-⭐

You’re so right and you should absolutely say it, my star

I’m so obsessed w him fr

Like I’m sorry- /wHAT/- how can anyone look past this is my question?

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Through the looking glass

Ya girl has not written in a long….. LONG time and of course I’d pick this to get me started again. Love love love that it’s day 15, which means there’s two! 1 and 15 are coming out together and they just so happen to be the same character what a coincidence. Anyway here ya go.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Word count: …. I wrote this in my notes app I have no idea it’s short I know that much

⭐️Day 1: Voyeurism⭐️

Eddie doesn’t know how he ended up here. Okay he does know how he ended up here he just doesn’t know how he ended up in this situation. You and Eddie had been secretly seeing each other for a couple months, every time he came over he’d climb up the tree outside your window and sneak in as quietly as possible.

Tonight he’d decided to surprise you a little earlier than you’d both planned, he was able to clean up after his set faster than he’d thought and after parking his van down the street he’d practically jogged over to your house and up the tree. What he didn’t expect when he got closer to your window was the soft little moan he heard. He froze in place, his eyes wide as he listened closer. You did it again and he practically scrambled to the edge of the branch. He peeked in through the window and saw you laid out on your bed pretty as a picture. Your hand between your soft supple thighs. Thighs that he’d dreamt about wrapped around his head, your soft skin rubbing against his ears. Your cami is pulled down as you tease your nipples and massage your breasts, your fluffy pink blanket hanging off the bed so your body is fully exposed to the cool air of the night.

Eddie roughly palms himself through his jeans trying to control it as he watches you. Your back arches off the bed a bit as you sink your fingers in and out, chasing your high. Eddie raises his hand to knock on your window when he hears angels singing, or rather just you moaning out his name, begging him to go faster. He slowly drops his hand again and starts to undo his pants, he looks around quickly making sure no one really can see him right now and pulls out his cock, the tip already glistening with precum. He spits in his hand and starts stroking himself in time with your fingers, listening to your sweet gasps and moans as you both get closer. He watches as your body shakes and your hips lift off the bed, you slap your hand over your mouth to cut off the moans and mewling before you wake up your parents. Eddie finishes at the same time, fucking into his hand knowing it doesn’t feel half as good as you do. He backs up a little bit and leans against the trunk, panting as he wipes his hand with a leaf. He stuffs himself back in his pants and gets up, a bit shakey as he finally opens your window and climbs in.

You look over to him, blissed out and sleepy.

“Oh hey Eddie, you’re a bit early” you smile at him sweetly as you pull your blanket up higher on your neck. You’d grabbed it as soon as you finished, wrapping yourself up in it.

“Earlier than you think baby girl” He says as he crawls up the bed, slowly easing your legs back open.

[ediazs]

i’d be like, “whatever you say brown eyes”

[harringtons-cupid]

Eddie valentines day fic I beg of you 😭🙏🙏🙏

This is funny cause I do have one in my drafts 😏, now I have the pressure of making it good 😉

[xoxoalette]

I'm finally crawling out of my grave that is exam studying to systematically hyperfixate on some of my favorite yanderes again.

I know from last post that Eddie works out. But has/does Diva ever workout. Not necessarily the type with dumbells and punching bags but like, has/would she ever do yoga, or one of those zumba-esque dance classes? If she did, would her gym/exercise clothes still be aesthetically iconis like usual, or would she prioritize actually being able to move properly in it? Cuz some brands look cute but give jack-shit in terms of actual support.

Diva does work out yes! Believe it or not, she’s a lot stronger than she looks

Diva can lift around mmm… 115 Ibs, a lot of her workouts go to— you guess it, her ass and thighs. She can canonically crush a skull watermelon with them.

She does also do a lot of pilates and some yoga though! I don’t think she’d hate doing Zumba classes, but Diva wouldn’t like, actively go to one.

And for attires, Diva actually doesn’t wear designer to work out besides like maybe Lu Lu lemon— but most times she just wears a tshirt and workout shorts that hug her form, maybe a waist training belt.

[cannorexic]

The October urge to relapse is strong

[ediazs]

i’ll gladly lose the “i love eddie diaz the most” competition to ryan guzman