#cuddle bug eddie is adorable

[911-incorrect-quotes-dispatch]

Buck: Eddie... you've been cuddling with me for over an hour now.

Eddie, in a sleepy voice: Mmm hmm, you're very comfy.

Buck: Fuck. I should be annoyed, but you're adorable.

[munsster]

rockstar standards

A/N: PLS PLS PLS DROP SUGGESTIONS FOR HOCKEY STEVE/EDDIE im having a total brainfart but i need to break into the hockey au game bc i love it 😻 (gif creds: @cuntyarmand)

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, 90s AU

Summary: Corroded Coffin starts to gain some traction, and you can't help feeling stranded. 1.5k words

Warnings: minor angst/hurt comfort, fluff, pining, pet names (bug, sweetheart, sweets, baby), jealousy, undressed cuddling,

You watch him parade around the stage every Friday night. Sometimes he's playing the home stage, other times he books random amphitheaters and dive bars. But today, he's drenched in purple light on the outskirts of Chicago. It's by far the biggest venue Corroded Coffin has played. You sit by the pop up bar, but bodies are packed like sardines in this place. It's hot and loud, but it's worth it to see him so elated.

Even through his streaky eyeliner, you can tell he's adoring the attention of the pit. You can see their red fingernails and shiny tank tops and free flowing hair. You never thought Eddie would be the kinda thing you were attracted to. You also know he's not the kinda guy to be attracted to something like you. You know guys like Eddie usually go for the Pam Andersons and Courtney Loves. The Party girls. Not the ones who have nothing better to do on a Saturday night than watch a romcom alone.

That Sunday, Eddie pulls onto your street. It's late and he has a ringing headache. He couldn't think of anything better to do after touching down in Hawkins again. You'd headed home the night before, and it made his gut wrench knowing he wouldn't get to see you the rest of the weekend.

Your door creaks open, and he's smiling on the other side. He's already leaning against your doorway with the bouquet he bought earlier from the woman selling them on the corner.

"Missed you, bug," he huffs, "Can I come in?"

You step aside without another word, and he hangs his leather jacket on the coat rack like always. Something feels off when he sits on the couch to find you're on the complete opposite side from him. Usually, you're not shy about cuddling up beside him to watch a movie or share snacks or just talk.

He frowns and scoots closer, leaning in to grab at your ankle playfully. You kick his hand away, brow set hard above your lethal glare.

"Sweetheart," he huffs, tilting his head in confusion, "What's going on? Where's my cuddlebug?"

"I dunno, somewhere in Hollywood?"

His eyes nearly pop out of his head at that. You're his favorite girl and you know that. So why're you grilling him now.

"Tell me what's goin' on. What did I miss?"

And you look serious, too. This isn't some running joke he missed out on while he was away. He's not sure who bruised your confidence, but he's sure he'd like to have a few words with them. He hates the way your lip wobbles and your eyes avoid him cause it gives you away. That's how he knows you're heartbroken.

"Eddie," you whine, swiping a hasty tear from your cheek. "I just don't know why you keep me around when you could have any of those girls at your bon vivant gigs."

"Fuck is that supposed to mean, bug?" He barks it out on accident, sitting back on his haunches with a scowl. "I'm sorry, but there's no way I'm gettin’ rid of you."

"Eddie, please... you're gonna make it big and get shipped off to Tinseltown, and I'll still be here, teddy. Probably being someone's lonely, suburban housewife. It's what I'm made for, and that's not what you want."

"You're wrong."

"And maybe you should go," you whisper, choking back a sob and standing from the couch.

"No, sweets, you're wrong," he says, standing and striding over to you, "You've got me wrong, and you've got you wrong."

You cross your arms over your chest and finally look him in the eye.

"'S that so?"

"Yeah," he tuts. And he has the most charming, most dastardly smile you've ever seen, flashing his canines like a gentle killer. "'Cause I'm gonna take you with me."

"Teddy."

"Nope, I'm takin' you with me wherever I go, and there's nothin' you can say to change my mind. Even if you hate my music forever, fine, I'll fix you up in a nice five star anywhere we go. You can sit and watch all the movies you like. You'll be nobody's housewife, baby, 'cause I'm keepin' you."

You roll your eyes, batting away tears when he grabs your hand to pull you back to the couch.

"And what if I said that's not what I want?" you suggest, testing his rockstar resolve with your big, wet eyes and stubborn quips.

"Then I'll give you somethin' else. Anything else. But you're mine no matter what." If only you knew how proud it made him to call you his girl. To know you support him even if you don't love his genre.  "Now, would you come closer? You're killin' me."

You obey with a frigid pout, letting him drape your thighs over his and brush his ring clad paws over your cheeks, down your neck.

"But what about your groupies and the pretty girls at the bars or in the front row?"

"What about 'em?" he says, just barely shaking his head, "I'll have somethin' way better waiting for me."

You chuckle. "You're crazy."

He cocks a brow. "Old news."

When he notices how close you've gotten, he smiles. Your manicured nails graze over his chest with the only light washing over you from the dimly lit kitchen. He can't resist his palm curling behind your neck, pulling you close for a sweet kiss.

"Where d'you keep your vases?" he mumbles, remembering the tulips resting on the little table.

"Kitchen. Above the fridge," you say with your fingers already slotting between his to pull him towards the warm light. He loves you like this: sickly sweet and tender, holding him all gentle in your hot pulse. You go to reach for a painted ceramic vase, but he wraps his arm around you and turns you away.

"Ah ah ah, drop it, sweetheart. That’s my job," he says against your temple, holding the lip of the vase and patting your ass. He takes the bouquet from your grasp and sets both on the counter by the sink. You hand him a pair of scissors and he carefully snips the stems jagged, filling the vase with water.

His stomach flips when you wrap your arms around his waist and clasp your hands at his belt. He sets the prepared arrangement aside and turns in your embrace.

"All done," he says wickedly, palming your face with his wet hands. You jump back with a squeal, pelting a dish rag at this chest.

"Use a towel, you slob!"

He chuckles and wipes his hands on his shirt, tossing the towel over his shoulder and leering at you like he's starved.

"Come here," he mumbles. You go a little shy under his gaze, dropping your head and shuffling towards his presence. He catches you by the hips, dipping down to catch your mouth in a prying kiss. You grin against him and he groans, tugging you tight against his body.

"Always love how soft you are, baby. Surprises me every time." He shakes his wild mane and purses his lips for you to kiss this time.

"Where d'you want the flowers?" he says.

"Bedroom?"

His eyes light up involuntarily, and he grabs the vase, bounding off towards your room gleefully. You jog to catch up with him, and when you enter the threshold, he's expertly positioning the vase next to a stack of books on your dresser.

"Much cleaner than mine," he says, gesturing around the room, "You keep it nice in here."

You shrug. "Could be cleaner."

"You can never see mine," he teases, knowing full well you already have. He slings his arms low on your hips, adoring you in the blue light of dusk. "Can I undress you?"

You bow your head and whisper, "teddy..."

"Not like that. Just wanna hold you."

You kiss his slanted mouth sweetly, nodding.

He reaches for the edge of your soft cotton dress, pulling it up and over your head. He whistles low upon seeing your undergarments, whipping his shirt off and onto the floor somwhere. You giggle, helping him with his belt buckle. He traces your temple with his lips leaving kisses along the way. He steps out of his jeans and lets you lead him around the bed.

His curls sprawl out against your pillows, and he welcomes you into his side with a lazy smile. Your reach to touch his waist and softly feel over the scar below his ribs.

"Little tender, bug," he hisses. You bat your eyes up at him scared, pulling your hand away.

"I'm sorry."

He shakes his head. "No, please," he whispers, cradling your wrist, his eyes locked with yours. He draws the hair away from your neck, replacing it with his fingers to dance down along your spine. You’re warmer than he’s ever felt before and thankful for it. His hands are cold, but he doesn’t have to worry about it for very long when you bring each fingertip to your lips for a kiss.

“You’re my girl, alright? Always,” he whispers and you nod, “always.”

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[steveshairychest]

Punching a wall and thinking about Steve going to an animal shelter to adopt a furry friend to keep him company in that big, empty house. The grief of losing Eddie has consumed him, along with the loneliness. The party is temporarily split. Everyone is dealing with their grief in their own ways and spending time with their family. Steve's phone rings occasionally, but it's usually just his parent's telling him they've extended their vacation.

He struggles to get through the day without crying because everything reminds Steve of Eddie. They'd barely known each other, and yet Steve sits in his car and cries when they play the latest Metallica song on the radio because he knows Eddie would have loved it.

But he can't keep going like this. He needs company. He needs someone to talk to that won't offer him advice that doesn't help and needs someone to sit with him while he listens to Eddie's tapes. It feels wrong to ask Robin to sit with him while he plays the same songs over and over while wearing Eddie's vest. She's tried to get him to see a therapist but he's not ready for that.

So, a pet is what he's after. They won't judge him, they won't mind if he holds them at night and carries them around all day because he desperately needs the affection.

A dog would be preferable because he's been going for early morning runs to clear his head and the added company would be nice. But when he first walks in, he spies the sweetest black cat sprawled out on his bed and sleeping with his tongue out. He's got a chunk missing out of his ear and when Steve calls him over, he walks with a slight wobble that makes Steve's heart melt. He's so quirky and adorable. Steve peers over at his name and info sheet and nearly stops breathing because the cats fucking name is Eddie.

'Hi! My name is Eddie, I'm 4 years old. I was recently surrendered by my family, who left after the earthquake. I like to sit in high places and yell, I like to cuddle and watch TV with you. I'm also a little afraid of bugs and spiders, so you'll have to do the bug catching.'

Steve stands there staring at this cat, for God knows how long, trying to decide if this is the universes way of telling him he's now a cat person. Would it be weird if he took home a cat named after his dead friend?! Maybe. But nothing that's ever happened in his life is normal. He fills out the application and takes the little guy home.

It takes him a few days to get settled, but by the 4th day, he's following Steve around and sitting with him on the lounge room floor while Steve picks out a tape. "This one?" He holds the tape out to the cat and gets a very drawn out meow in response. "OK, I agree. This one is good."

They sit together and listen to Eddie's copy of Black Sabbath's 'Heaven and Hell'.

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[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Hey you! So I have a cute fluff idea for an Eddie fic with a bit of jealousy on the side. Where Eddie and Y/N are a couple and are so in love but then Lucas let it slip that he ran into her ex at basketball practice (some guy on the team) and Eddie gets really jealous and grumpy "didn't know jocks were your type" and him thinking that she didn't tell him that she went out with this guy because perhaps she misses him but Y/N clears up the whole thing that in actuality it was just one date because he couldn't stop talking about basketball and bored her to tears and that's why she never mentioned it because already back then she was interested in Eddie and he's the only guy that counts?

Warnings; Angst to fluff. Jealous Eddie. Request by @somethingvicked

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The lunch table at Hellfire was full of chatter, Dustin was showing off D&D figures that Erica and Lucas had helped him paint for the current campaign that the group was in the middle of.

You were trying to listen but Eddie, your boyfriend kept being distractingly cute with those beautiful brown eyes of his and his fingers delicately stroking your hair.

He was listening intently to Dustin as Lucas rushed over to join them.

"Thought you'd been taken to the dark side Sinclair?" Eddie mutters sarcastically and Lucas snorts.

"As if dude, just because I like playing basketball doesn't mean I'd ever abandon Hellfire" Eddie nods approvingly at this.

Lucas then turns to you. "Hey, I saw your ex-boyfriend on the field today. Brett? He told me to say hi"

You cringe a bit as Eddie tenses, yeah you hadn't let slip about Brett so you don't know if he will take this well.

"I didn't know jocks were your type" he grumbles and he looks so grumpy. He is even pouting just a little bit which is so god damn adorable.

He is all quiet for a little while and you squeeze his hand. You were so head over heels for Eddie and knew he felt the same, Brett was a quick date months ago and meant nothing.

There was no need for Eddie to be all jealous and pouty.

Eddie glares over at the jock table, zeroing in on Brett. The guy was popular, and handsome, something must have attracted you to him.

Did you miss the guy? Is that why you never told him? His heart aches at that thought. He loves you so much, with all of his heart and the thought of you being with someone else broke his heart.

You were the first woman he had ever fallen in love with, he had a few hookups and things but none of them meant anything.

Then you came along and the rest was history...

You must sense his jumbled thoughts because your lips press to his cheek and he banishes the harsh thoughts for a moment.

"Why didn't you tell me about him?" he asks you and you soften and wrap your arms around him.

"Oh, Eddie, it's not what you think. We went on one date because he kept bugging me about it and I said yes to shut him up and the date was so awful, so mind-numbingly boring"

This brings him out of his funk.

"It was?" he tries not to smile but he can't help it.

"Yes. All he talked about was himself and basketball. I never mentioned it because back then I was interested in you but I didn't know you liked me too" his tense body relaxes a bit and he presses a kiss to her forehead.

"Princess. I've been captivated by you from the minute I met you" your smile widens and you cuddle close to him.

"Yeah, I know that now but back then I had no idea" he doesn't know how you didn't know because he was obvious, Jeff and Gareth constantly teased the shit out of him about it.

He presses a tender kiss to your forehead and then proceeds to relax back into his usual hyper, energetic self and throws himself has first into discussing the next Hellfire meeting.

[artiststarme]

A Date Gone Wrong

A little humor for you guys! I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments!

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Eddie was never going to let Steve plan any of their dates ever again. He was having fun for a while, he would give him that. The hike was a little too much of a trek but the view, picnic, and company were amazing…

Until the squirrel came. 

For the past couple of weeks that they’d been dating, Eddie had been the one making all of the plans. He arranged movie nights, smoke outs, and trips to the bowling alley. He liked planning things and focusing all of his attention into making the best plans he could, it was what made him such a good DM. But he could understand why Steve felt he himself wasn’t putting enough effort in. He showed his love through gifts and cuddled affection. However, Steve was not good at planning. He decided for his first date to take Eddie to do something requiring physical exertion, and not in a fun way. Also, he unknowingly took Eddie to a place where he was surrounded by things he didn’t like. 

Fresh air, sunlight, mean and scary rodents with bushy tails, bugs, the list continues. But Eddie was doing a great job ignoring all of that by focusing on Steve. He looked amazing and his tan skin stretched over delicious muscles as he walked. Even the sun was focusing on how hot his boyfriend was. The beams of sunlight that fell on him made him look like an angel.

They sat down just past midday to eat the picnic Steve prepared for them and inside the little cooler was the best sandwich Eddie had ever tasted. He groaned in pleasure and sent Steve a thumbs up. He’d never experienced a grilled chicken sandwich with pesto mayonnaise as delicious as this one. Eddie was just starting to relax, to enjoy this outdoors date when it happened. 

A small squirrel ran up to Steve and climbed into his lap, nibbling on the crumbs from his sandwich that rested there. The both paused, albeit for different reasons. Steve didn’t want to disrupt the little creature or scare it at all so he didn’t move a muscle. Eddie, though, was terrified and he couldn’t move out of fear. He’d been terrified of squirrels ever since he was a kid when he was chased, peed on, and climbed on in quick succession when he’d first moved in with Wayne. Now was no exception.

But he was also torn because he was dating a true life Disney princess and he couldn’t help but see the situation as unnecessarily adorable even despite his heart pounding in his chest. He enjoyed the view for another moment before the squirrel jumped off of Steve’s lap and took a tiny step towards him. 

Then, all bets were off. Eddie screamed shrilly in terrified horror and threw the glorious sandwich at the rabid beast. It barely even paused its stride and skittered ever closer.  

“Steve! It’s after me, ahhhhh!” He shrieked. Eddie stumbled to his feet and took off running down the trail they’d used to get to that spot. He kept running, wheezing and all, until he reached the Beemer. He put his hands on his knees and panted as he regained his breath. Eddie hadn’t had such a close encounter with death since the Upside Down a few months ago. It’s a wonder he could even outrun the bats then because his lungs right now felt like they could explode. He had to stop smoking so much, Jesus Christ. 

He recognized that Steve wasn’t beside him but he was only slightly worried. He saw him rip a demobat in half before so he would be fine… probably. 

Just a few minutes later, he heard a throat clear above him. He looked up to find Steve wearing the most unimpressed look he’s ever seen from him. “What the hell, Eddie?! It was a squirrel!”

“I have a deathly squirrel of fears! Fuck- no, I mean I have a deathly fear of squirrels! I feel like I’ve mentioned it before.”

“You definitely have not! I would’ve remembered that, for sure.” Steve accentuated his words with jerks of his head full of judgment. 

Deciding to be a little shit for the afternoon, Eddie decided to mess with him. “Stevie, I am positive that I told you. We had a whole conversation about it, you were very understanding.”

“Oh, no, no!” Steve pointed an accusing finger at him. “Do not turn this around on me! Robin told you not to use my head trauma to your advantage, you manipulative bastard. I will call her!”

“Okay, okay, Big Boy, calm down. Jesus Christ, I’m just messing around. Please don’t sic your lesbian guard dog on me!” Eddie pleaded with him, laughter in his chest. 

“My god Munson, get in the car.”

“This stays between us though, right? Because Buckley threatened to shave my eyebrows off the next time I did that and I’m pretty sure you’re a fan of my eyebrows. They really bring my face together,” Eddie asked him over the hood of the car.

“Fine but you owe me,” Steve said humorously pointing a finger at him. 

“Oh Stevie, don’t you know already that everything of mine is already yours?” 

Steve’s face flushed red and he grumbled once more before ducking into his car. Eddie wouldn’t let him hide that adorable little blush though and he climbed in right after him. He grabbed his free hand in his and brought it up to his lips for a kiss, pulling out all of the romantic movies he could before Steve could make a move of his own. He loved this guy and if an outdoor excursion, squirrel attacks, and threats from Robin Buckley were conditions to keep him happy, Eddie would handle them in stride.

Steve drove them back to the Munson trailer where they smoked a little, cuddled, and watched Ferris Bueller's Day Off. It was one of the best days of Eddie's life and by far the best date he'd ever been on. With an ending like this, it wasn’t such a bad date after all.

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[stevie-petey]

okay hello hi, took entire 24 hours to process (it's 1am yet again) and now im here for insights !!!

firstly, i LOVE hopper and bug SOOOOO MUCH DUDE. YOU ATE WITH THEIR SCENES, THE CONCERN, THE CONNECTION, THE HUGGGGGGGG I FUCKING LOVE IT !!!! (can u tell i have daddy issues) and just now that their relationship was getting good, he goes & dies (lol) and will come back in the end of s4 ://///

also really wish to see more of murray x bug too, chaotic duo would love it !

the. casual. fucking. intimacy. between stug omg, it was there before too but it just HITS after they've kissed. lovely.

the seperation goodbye, especially with jon & nance <3

mind flayer is such a cockblock bruh, they're at a hill looking over hawkins and talking like screech later bitch.

reaching the mall, her sitting in steve's lap & SINGING NEVER ENDING STORY HELLO?????? kinda rlly wanted a suzie bug interaction (hoping you pull it off somehow)

the fucking mall scene. holy shit i had goosebumps, m. her running down AFTER KISSING STEVEEEEE and shit dude shit your foreshadowing went HARDDDDDDDD. billy saying he tried to find her?!?!?! still hate him but OMG?!?!?!?!

genuinely the foreshadowing is insane, bug already carries so much guilt but now billy AND hopper ON TOP OF will and maybe barb???? wow m wow i cannot fucking wait for s4 im so excited for EVERYTHING !!!!!! the vecna angst is gonna be CRAAAAAZZZZYYYY AND OH EXCITED ESPECIALLY FOR EDDIE X BUG !!!!! pls be a friendship pls be a friendship pls be a friendship pls be a friendship-

okay ANYWAY back to the chapter, steve and bug's conversation about her luck running out THEN THE LOVE CONFESSION !!!! I WENT FUCKING FERAL I TELL YOU LIKE GENUINELY I WAS SCREECHING IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT. literally could not be more PERFECT.

ik max and bug in s4 will be closer than ever, cannot wait to see that dynamic <3

okay the LOVERS LAKE SCENE ?????????????????? THE MAKING OUT ???????? THE I LOVE YOUS ???????? THE FUCKING BRACELET ???????? i was literally fanning my eyes trying not to cry because it was just so adorable and wholesome and i was MELTING. couldn't be anymore perfect.

the finding out of jon moving :((((

AND the goodbye scene :(((((

with joyce, with WILL !!!! love how she already knows about him and im sure she will be the first person he'll confide in :'))) i love their relationship so much, i will need some will x bug blurbs pls m.

and the goodbye with jon <!3 it was so emotional, alsoooo FOREHEAD TOUCHES ????? (loved it. adorable.) but nancy you're one STRONG soldier, i would NOT have tolerated lmao

anyway got real teary eyed during the end. and one tear dramatically rolled down my cheek as i finished reading but very grateful we have season 4 coming up next BUT THE BONUS CHAPTER BEFORE THAT I WILL BE WAITING EAGERLY FOR THAT !!!! bonus chapters are literally my favourite since it's completely m original and im a big m fan :3

so yes ! we're done with s3 insights, thanks for tuning in and thanks for DELIVERING. i will see you when the bonus drops, bye goodnight love you <3

TRUST if i ever get a chance to foreshadow ,,, im always taking it <333 i looooove foreshadowing its my drug tbh

and i LIVE for ur insights oh my god i giggled so hard reading everything

the main takeaway here im gonna focus on is jon n bug ,,,, because i really do want yall to know that theyre besties BUT (and i say this lightly) theyre obsessed with one another. nancy is also stronger than me, and i think season 4 will really show how lenient shes been with jon n bug. while theyve done well refraining from how they used to be (reminder they would cuddle and kiss each others cheek every day), theyre still realllllly close in a very uncomfortable way and bug will get a taste of her own medicine when nancy does it with steve lmao. yes, theyre childhood best friends, but christ they can be a lot to be near. bless nancy

AND BONUS CHAPTER !!! i have a few ideas where i want it to go, specifically a scene with bug and all the kids for their first day of high school. besides that: its fair game since we have a good few months to cover between seasons 3 and 4

[fairyellieee]

Dating Eddie Munson Headcannons

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Is the type of boyfriend who (lovingly) bullies/teases you for something that you like. For example, your music taste, your fave foods, your fave artists etc.

He's very clingy because he was never really coddled when he was a kid.

Makes you a mixtape with his favourite artists because he has to "educate" and "influence" you on your "horrible" music taste.

You're the only one who's allowed to sit on his hellfire throne which makes the kids a lil pouty.

Will flirt with you during hellfire.

He counts teasing you as some sort of major flirting. He will literally think that you'd fall for him because of his teasing and immaculate humour.

Sometimes he's so annoying that you don't know if you like him or you'd like to punch his throat.

"I swear to God Robin he is so fucking annoying. He's literally getting into my nerves but- he's also hot as fuck and- he's so adorable when he does this face." You kept on ranting to your best friend Robin whilst she just listens and started smiling a lil bit from your realization.

"You are in deep shit, my friend. You are in loveeeee." She teased and that's when you knew, she was right.

"Shit."

You will always try to bother him and annoy him. You will take every opportunity that you have to annoy the hell out of him.

"Shut up Y/n." Eddie said trying to focus on his D&D campaign.

"What? I'm not doing anything." You said "innocently" but you clearly knew what you were doing.

"You're annoying me, shut up." He said again as a warning but you still kept bothering him. More specifically playing with his hair.

"But- you're so adorable when you're cranky Eds." Pouting, you go back to playing with his hair when he suddenly stopped and grabbed your hands.

"Shut up and stop that. Not in a rude way but in a gentle way 'cus I am this close to tying you up and duct taping your mouth." He said as he gestured at you and making this thing 🤏 (idk how to describe it)

"Your fingers are so close together Eds. I'm pretty sure you're royally pissed and who knew that the freak of Hawkins has some super kinky non-con dream of his..." You kept talking and talking and teasing him until he just sighed and went back to what he was doing.

As his lover, you will always be at the hideout and watch him play with his band. Always at the front, always shouting, and always supporting him no matter what.

You're his #1 fan.

You can be a little overprotective of him, especially with his reputation and stuff but you can't help it that you love him too much to just let his bullies get away with anything.

Babysitting the kids with him is pure chaos.

"Eddie! Stop letting Dustin eat all the cookie dough or I swear to god! You will not eat anymore cookies for a year, Munson!" You were trying to bake cookies at your house for the kids but the dough kept getting smaller and smaller because Dustin is sneaking a bite everytime you turn your back and Eddie is letting it happen.

"Lucas! Get down from the sink! Erica! Stop bugging Max about your brother! El! Just be a good girl like you always are, love you hunny. Everyone! Be like El for pete's sake!"

"Who's Pete?"

-10/10 would not recommend babysitting with Eddie ever again.

Will always do these weird noises when he's bored and he can't bother you.

Will 100% keep poking you when you're focused on studying or smh.

He's the best cuddle buddy out there! Literally so soft and cuddly at night.

[ddejavvu]

Eddie being the new puppy to the household! Always accidentally knocks puppy Steve off your lap for cuddles, either from you, or from a very disgruntled, used to being an only pup, Steve. Steve was such a pampered little baby before Eddie, but even he can’t escape the fact that Eddie dotes on him as well as you so innocently. He’ll grumbly accept Eddie’s sloppy licks and kisses eventually, and soon you’ll find him trying to teach Eddie the proper way to do your tricks and commands, like Steve proudly already knew

hybrid au faq

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ohhhh sweet baby rescue!eddie!!!!! steve's mixed with purebread german shepherd or something really prestigious and, though you adopted him/saved him instead of buying him so as not to support the industry, he would go for a lot if he was ever sold. And you found Eddie behind a dumpster :] he had a bug in his hair and he was covered in mud :] nevertheless you love him just the same!! Steve is horrified when you bring Eddie home, not because he’s not some fancy purebred hybrid, but because he stinks and you’re his. It’s not fair!! But you make a habit of giving Steve extra kisses on the cheeks whenever he’s nice to Eddie so he learns reeeeally quickly that being nice and sweet and kind go well for him. Eddie adores him, though, and he’s definitely a handful! More often than not you and Steve wake up to an Eddie Knee in your stomach as he crawls all over you or an Eddie Elbow to the face because he got too excited to wake you both up and accidentally knocked into you - Steve looks at you with pleading eyes whenever Eddie decides to unload a kiss or two or a thousand upon him but he gets just as many from you afterwards and he actually starts enjoying it (though he’ll never admit that). Eddie has an unfortunate habit of chewing on things that he shouldn’t be chewing on and you choose to ignore the time you definitely didn’t see Steve tugging him away from the table leg because you were so excited to see Steve helping eddie that you were willing to let it slide 😭 eddie and his teeth are on thin ice though, especially if they pinch Steve’s ear again..

[dopeycryptid]

sooo, for those who were interested in my Welcome Home OC's backstory... here ya go!

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“Ty Raindrops is quite the charmer, isn’t he? With a heart you could swear is made with gold and sweetness, he’ll surely make you fall head over heels in love, even if he sometimes comes off a little bit coy or lost in the clouds. He’s a true friend to all and always up for helping those in need, no matter what.”

Like Eddie, Ty doesn’t originally come from Home. In fact, he found himself one rainy day just passed the tree line surrounding the neighborhood, with no memory of who he was before or where he came from. Regardless, he slowly grew accustom to his happy little life beside the others. As his name partially suggests, Ty adores stormy weather, sometimes even dancing through rain puddles and/or singing (to himself mostly). Afterwards, he likes cuddle up under a thick blanket in his favorite armchair with his favorite mug of hot chocolate, usually topped with whipped cream and colorful sprinkles. He is often seen as the most handsome in the neighborhood, and often teases that he could outcharm even Wally. Usually, though, they both just agree they’re both good-looking by the end of the day. How cute!

However, there are moments, albeit they’re brief, that Ty seems to… space out. Like he suddenly remembers this isn’t where he’s meant to be. He’ll begin to wander around, as if searching for a way out, even going so far as to lock himself in his house and avoid everyone. Tragically, these little spurts don’t last long before he reverts back to his “normal self”. Odder still, no one else seems to really notice when this happens. Except for Wally, of course. It’s said that one day Ty was unknowingly lured into Wally’s Home and saw something he wasn’t meant to. Even now, if you’re paying very close attention, you might see something spiraling in his eyes or even the sporadic cry for help.

Ty is also seen as the “jack of all trades” of the neighborhood. He thoroughly enjoys Barnaby’s quirky jokes (even if sometimes he doesn’t quite get them), playing games with Julie, doing arts and crafts with Wally, making baked goods with Poppy or even bug-catching with Frank. He’s such a wonderful friend that he even, at times, volunteers to help Howdy at their bodega. More than anything, however, he loves receiving letters from Eddie. He always proclaiming they’re from some secret adoring fan. Who is this fan you ask? Guess we’ll never know, because he won’t ever say. Golly, what a little josher, that Ty!

[chr0llossexygf]

EDDIE MUNSON AS A DAD

- only lets you and wayne kiss her because he picked up a book for once and read that kissing babies transfers bacteria and he doesn’t wanna harm his little girl so he makes wayne brush his teeth 3 time :((

- makes his daughter mixtape to listen to when she’s older! he’d label them something like ‘d/n 6th birthday’ and so on and so on it would be adorable.

- takes a picture of every milestone! first time she crawls to him. first time she sneezes. first time she burps its so cute omg. he’d take the pictures and hang them up and takes a black pen and writes under them. ‘ first time bug sneezed.’ ‘ first time bug crawled to me :)’

- eddie takes d/n to a music shop and carries her to the guitar section, he sets her down and lets her admire the guitars. “ now crawl to one bug.” he whispers patting her back. she crawls to a guitar and eddie breaks down smiling. he ends up buying it for her and keeps it in a box for her to play when she’s older 😭

- literally never lets her sleep in her crib, he always lets her fall asleep on him. you’d come back home from work to see eddie and d/n asleep on the sofa, her head on his shoulder and she’s drooling. his hands tightly wrapped around her holding her in place. you take a picture with your polaroid camera and grab a blanket. you cuddle into eddie it’s so cute omg

- “ no eddie you can’t use d/n as a guitar.” you say watching eddie hold your daughter as if she’s a guitar, “ i hate you.” he mumbles putting her down.

- whenever he invites dustin over he’d d/n wear a hellfire shirt to match her uncle dustin’s 😭. he’d hand d/n to dustin, “ eddie i don’t know how to hold a child-“ dustin says holding onto d/n tightly. “ just don’t drop her dustin.” he mumbles grabbing his polaroid camera.

- he records videos of him playing guitar and he later records a tutorial for d/n for when she’s older, for when she wants to learn a song 😭.

- he spends so much money on parenting books because he doesn’t wanna mess up like his parents :((.

- he sometimes cries at night scared that he’s gonna turn out like his parents so you stay up hugging and comforting him.

- he wants to teach y/n the good stuff in life unlike his dad did growing up, but he still wants to teach her a tiny bit of bad stuff. like how to hot wire. but he has to wait for when she’s older !!

- he tears a tiny piece of his black handkerchief and makes it a tiny bracelet for d/n. you also have the same bracelet from when he gave it to you in highschool 😭

- when other parents and families were spending 100’s of bucks on family portraits. eddie just take polaroids of you three in bed. or a picture of you three smiling and laughing and hangs them up omg this is so cute help

- always washes d/n’s clothes because he heard from mrs.wheeler that unwashed clothes cause rashes and irritation! “ eddie i know how to wash clothes!” you whine watching eddie scrub the living shit out of your daughters onesie. “ back away y/n.” he responds looking up at you, his hair is in a ponytail and he’s wearing an apron. you quickly flip him off.

- always talks to d/n about you. he’d have her in his lap and would say something like, “ you know, your mommy is the strongest person i know. i mean you should’ve seen how your head popped out of there i was like what??!” he mumbles putting some baby lotion in his hands. d/n shakes her head smiling, “ i know right! she’s so strong. she’s also really beautiful. she’s the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen. she has the prettiest smile in the world. in my personal opinion, i think she looked prettiest giving birth to you bug.” he whispers gently applying the lotion to her hands. d/n giggles. “ yeah that’s right big i mean you should’ve seen her.” he chuckles smiling.

- always lets d/n nibble his skin when she’s hungry because mommy isn’t home and she needs boobies. “ ouch ouch ouch bug just wait till mommy’s home.” he mumbles trying to move his daughters mouth. she starts crying, “ no no bug please.” he mumbles shaking his head. “ i don’t have your mommy’s boobs!” he cries.

- “ why do you keep staring at my boobs eddie munson.” you mumble bouncing your daughter up and down. “ they look so heavy i feel bad for you.” he whispers. “ yeah you should it’s your fault.” you say gently patting her back waiting for her to burp. “ i’ll hold them for you.” he suggests sitting up smiling. “ oh thank you so much.” you hand over d/n. he grabs her. “ oh i can hold my three girls-” you cut him off flicking his forehead. “ i’m getting my pump.” you giggle walking away. d/n whined burying her head into eddie’s chest, “ yeah i know uhhh no fun mommy.” he whispers patting her back gently.

- “ why is she crawling backwards y/n?” he asks tilting his head to the side watching d/n crawl backwards, you break down laughing grabbing onto eddie’s hand. “ y/n why is our daughter crawling backwards?” he asks shaking his head trying to contain his little giggles. “ y/n stop laughing this is serious.” he giggles covering his mouth, he reaches for his camera and quickly takes a picture. eddie takes his wallet out and places the picture inside, “ i have to show this to steve.” he says smiling.

- “ eddie come on lets go.” you whine pulling his hand. “ i don’t want to leave her y/n.” eddie cries holding onto d/n tightly. “ wow do you not trust us with your child eddie?” robin says raising an eyebrow leaning against steve. “ eddie hand the child over.” you say pulling his hand again. d/n starts crying, “ i know bug i know i don’t wanna leave you either.” he cries kissing her face repeatedly. “ this evil witch next to me is trying to separate us.” he whispers glaring you up and down. “ eddie give me the child-” robin grabs d/n. eddie pouts shaking his head. d/n starts crying. “ i’m so sorry bugs.” eddie cries shaking his head.

[babybluebex]

headcanons of boyfriend!joseph quinn pls? 💕

AH yes finally, i can gush about my boyfriend!joe hc's bc i have a LOT of them

first of all he's such a cuddle bug

waking up next to him and he's so warm and he's still sleepy

wrapping you up in his big arms and tugging you into his body and kissing your back as he mumbles "good morning, my love"

he loves holding you and feeling your (not so) steady heartbeat

he syncs his breathing to yours when he's holding you

getting him up and out of bed is a feat

"joe... joe honey you've gotta get up"

*grumble grumble* "don't wanna"

"too bad, you've gotta"

and he's dramatic and rolls his eyes "fine fine"

he also is super into small gestures

like he'll buy you flowers bc "i walked past the vendor on the street and they made me think about you"

he'll let you have the last bite of dinner

lots of little hugs and kisses "just because"

he likes to have your face in his hands and he admires you for a minute before he leans in and gently kisses you

you ask him what that about and he shrugs "just admiring my woman"

he likes little pet names and bc he's british they all sound so lovely

calls you love and darling, and you're his all the time, his love or his darling

just a hint of possessiveness, not enough to be toxic but enough to be cute

you got him a special kitchen apron for his birthday that has his name embroidered on it and he adores it, thinks its the coolest gift ever

he's very much the boyfriend to cook dinner for you and slow dance with you in the kitchen

he has a whole spotify playlist dedicated to just dancing in the kitchen, and it's a bunch of 40s music and some sweet love songs

he's got his arms around you and slowly swaying to the music, and he buries his face in your neck and lightly kisses it

he said in an interview that he likes to cook and in my head that translates to him being a bomb ass cook

like every dinner he makes you is delicious

he'll always ask how you like it and you can tell he's a little unsure of himself, so you assure him that it's great

the relieved little smile he does

sitting on the couch and watching tv with him, his arm is around your shoulders and he's lightly rubbing your arm as you yawn

cuddling up on his chest and he kisses your head "get all comfy, love"

he'll carry you to bed if you fall asleep on the couch

changing directions, but he likes seeing you wear his shirts and stuff

if he wakes up before you (usually doesn't, he usually sleeps in) he likes seeing you pad into the front room in his shirt and your panties, yawning and rubbing your head

pulls you into his lap and kisses your cheek and you're mumbly "you're up early"

"yeah, couldn't sleep... do you want some tea?"

he'll text you throughout the day, just little things

i also hc that he does the double xx after every message

"what are you thinking for dinner xx"

"{insert song here} started playing at the shop, made me think of you xx"

when he has to go away for his job, he'll leave you one of his favorite shirts bc he knows you like to cuddle them

he'll facetime you whenever he can, even if it's weird times for him

like if it's 3am where he is and you're sitting down for dinner, he'll wake up and talk with you and be with you

(what he doesn't tell you is that he never actually fell asleep, he's been up all night, so excited to see you)

he'll call you from the makeup trailer and introduce you to his costars and the makeup crew and he's so pleased to be like "this is my girl :)"

seeing him in a costume that's so unlike his usual self, like seeing eddie was a shock bc it's so different

"what do you think? do you like it?"

"aw, joey, you're so handsome... will you grow your hair out like that?"

"for you? i might. i hate it, though, gets in my mouth"

"well don't do something you hate, babe!"

"but i'd do it if you wanted me to 🥺"

UGH his big ole eyes

they're KILLERS

when he asks you for something he'll employ his big ole doe eyes bc he knows you can't say no to him

not that you ever would but yknow

big eyes mcgee over here

i like have to cut myself off here before i overload this post with headcanons, but there's some hehe

[lis-likes-fics]

Can’t Sleep, Love

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Reader Warnings: Language, excessive use of “jesus” as a curse word, nothing else, this is a cuddle fic... A/N: Yes, I jumped on this wagon. Eddie Munson is among one of the many to own my ass and my heart at the moment, so enjoy the fics he’s gonna squeeze out of me for a while. I might be adding a taglist, I will be adding a divider (at a later time, it’s two in the fcking morning). Enjoy this unhinged weirdo in this best friends to lovers. P.S.: I have found that I would die for him so... ahem.

“Eddie!” you yell across the cafeteria, ignoring the looks you receive from those who turn at your outburst. The messenger bag at your side flails around as you practically sprint, being called out by a teacher who tells you to walk. You hardly listen as you move some hair out of your face. Some people snicker, others roll their eyes. You don’t care, too focused on the person you were trying to reach.

The person in question looks up at the sound of his name, brown eyes finding yours as he smiles. His hands, decorated in the rings you seem to adore so much, are clasped in front of him as he leaned on his elbows. His hair, long and dark, sits on his shoulders in tangles and frizzy curls.

You shoo away the sophomore in your usual spot, plopping down next to your best friend with a huff and a groan. Scattered ‘hey’s are spread around the table. It seems you have interrupted a conversation you had little to no care about at the moment. “I hate making calls,” you mumble to him as you drop your bag down onto the floor with a loud thud. You slouch as you grab his plate of food — food he was merely picking at, rather than actually eating — and chew on a semi-cold fry.

His face lights up at your complaint, “So you called like I said?”

You nod, but the second groan you let out as you toss the fry onto the table is a pathetic one that he rolls his eyes at. “What did they say? Did it go well?”

“I’ve got an interview tomorrow at two-thirty,” you tell him, picking at the peeling table.

“Well, that’s good. Isn’t it?”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, Eds, but that means I actually have to go and talk to people and pretend to be a normal human being. Nobody wants that.” He laughs at you — that teasing, throaty laugh that ends with an inhale as he leans back in his seat — and you scowl. “Your support in me is welling up in my soul,” you mumble, sarcasm dripping from your lips as you continue to glare.

He sighs contentedly, like he has finally stopped laughing from the greatest joke. “I’m sorry, you’re just so funny.”

“Har, har,” you said monotonously.

He gently punched your arm and you rubbed the spot as if it had hurt. “Don’t be a pussy,” he says, although his eyes convey a much less curt tone. Surrounded by all these people encourages him not to get all soft on you. He’s got a reputation to uphold and so do you. “It’s only one job interview. The worst they can do is say no.”

“Exactly!” you exclaim, slapping your hands on the table as your own rings — one which was gifted to you by Eddie — clatter against the hard table. “They could say no and I will have socialized for nothing, and wasted a perfectly good Saturday.” You mumble the last part to yourself under your breath.

Again, Eddie rolls his eyes. “Oh, hush. You’ll be fine, Bug,” he snorts. Your grumble is loud and annoyed as your head hits the table with a thump.

“Oo, that sounded like it hurt,” Dustin says as he approaches the table with Lucas and Mike on his heels. They take their seats, and you ignore the slight pulse in your forehead.

“What’s going on?” Lucas asks with his arms folded over the table.

You look up at him sharply, clenching your jaw as you practically snapped at him. “O’ fearless leader…is an asshole,” you seethe with no real anger or hatred in your voice, but just enough annoyance to substitute for both.

Like you were delivering a never-ending joke, Eddie laughs once again. “Bug’s got a job interview, and she’s upset because she actually has to go to it,” Eddie confesses, giving you up like chopped liver.

Mike shrugs, “You’ll be fine. You’re good at talking to people.”

This time, Eddie’s laugh is louder. It’s like he has just heard the funniest joke that could ever be told as he leans back in his seat, hand over his chest, and head thrown back. “Clearly, you’ve never seen her talk to people,” he says in between fits of laughter.

You punch his arm harshly, getting him to shut up as you shoot him a glare. He is hardly deterred, still giggling to himself as he shakes his head. “Well, that’s not true,” Lucas tries. “You were really cool when you met us.”

You roll your eyes, “That’s because you’re nerds. And you’re just kids, I can talk to kids. It’s the condescending adults I hate. And there are a lot of condescending adults.”

Eddie is still giggling when you glare at him again. “Eddie, would you shut up?” you tell him, hiding your face in your hands. “God, you’re so annoying. Why are we friends?”

“Because no one else would take you,” he answers, smirking at you knowingly.

You don’t respond to his joke the way he had hoped you would, still hiding your face away in your hands and sighing heavily. He lets out a breath, resigning from his jokes and laughter as he nudges your shoulder. “Ah, I’m sorry,” he says, grabbing your hands to pull them away from your face. When you're looking at him, he tilts his head down so he looks at you through his lashes.

“I’m sorry, Ladybug,” he apologizes, using that full childhood nickname he had given to you years ago. He grabs a lock of hair between his fingers, pulling it in front of his face to hide behind as he offers a kinder smile. “I’m a royal ass, I should be nicer to a ‘Lady’.” He almost bows dramatically, his hand discarding his hair in favor of twirling in your direction as he ducks his head.

You find it harder to stay mad at him when he acts like this, especially in front of others who he pretends to be harder with. That twinkle in his eyes, that genuine closed-smile on his lips, you can’t help yourself. You return his smile reluctantly, ignoring the way you could feel your heart more consciously in your chest, the way it thumped a little heavier than it had been before.

“Whatever,” you mumble. He catches the sincerity in your tone, the silent forgiveness in your voice as you roll your eyes, which still landed on him.

Eddie beams and leans forward again, turning his attention to the freshies that had joined the table moments prior, along with the rest of the D&D nerds at the table. “Alright, you little shits, listen up. I’ve got a campaign planned for next week so clear your schedules.”

~

When nightfall comes and you still find yourself wide awake and desperately in need of sleep, you can’t help but pace your room in distress. You always get like this, restless and anxious. This is one of the reasons you absolutely loathe interviews, tests, or even the slightest thought of having to get out of your comfort zone to interact with something or — God forbid — someone you are unfamiliar or unsure about.

You’re an acute-insomniac.

And Eddie knows it.

It is closer to midnight when you hear the quiet rap on your window, a familiar tapping that comes when metal meets glass. You turn around and are entirely unsurprised to see your best friend sitting on the ledge, a large grin on his face and the face of his rings turned toward you as he threatens to knock again. You go to the window, taking a seat and opening it to see him.

“Hey, Ladybug,” he greets, face still beaming as if the smile had not dropped from when you left him before. The nickname makes you roll your eyes. You hardly remember the last he had called you by your actual name — not that you’re complaining.

The nickname “Ladybug” or just “Bug” for short came from when you were a child. You always liked ladybugs, and you used to collect them and take them home with you, hide them in your room in a Mason jar with tiny poked holes in the lid. While Eddie admired your “hobby”, it was a tiring job having to comfort you whenever you sobbed because the ladybugs died.

“Eddie,” you greeted plainly.

“Aren’t you gonna let me in?” he wonders, tilting his head playfully.

You raise a brow, “Do I really have a choice? Because I feel like if I don’t, you’re gonna find a way in one way or another.” As you speak, he climbs through the window and brushes past you without a second thought. You nod expectantly, closing the window behind him before standing again in your pajamas.

“I’m trying to sleep, Eds,” you tell him, sighing as you run a hand through your hair.

“I know, that’s why I’m here,” he says. As he turns, you hear the chains hanging from his pants rustle as he flashes you that smile, removing his jacket to throw it on the chair in your room, leaving him in his Queen’s tee. “Eddie to the rescue.” You roll your eyes.

“I hate to break it to you, pal, but whenever you’re over, it’s usually very unproductive toward sleep,” you tell him, raising a brow.

He shakes his head, raising a finger in your direction as he plops down on the bed, “Not gonna happen. I’m amazing at getting you to sleep.”

You point at him warily, an accusatory look in your eyes as you shake your head, “If you knock me out again, I swear I will literally throw you out of the window.”

“Jesus H. Christ, you will not let that go!” he grumbles, rubbing his temples as shaking his head.

“I had a concussion!”

He flails his arms dramatically, giving you that same exasperated look he gives whenever you bring it up. “How many times do I have to tell you — That was an accident!”

“In any case,” you sigh heavily, “the last time you tried to get me to go to sleep early for that test I had, we weren’t in bed until three in the morning.”

“I thought music would help,” he shrugs innocently.

You roll your eyes as you set your hands on your hips, “It was heavy metal.”

“Still music,” he points at you. You cannot help but laugh, crossing your arms over your chest and shaking your head in response to his words. He watches you with a smile, admiration clear across his face as his own chuckle makes its way up his throat.

He pats the spot next to him and you join his side, head resting on his shoulder. Already his presence brings you comfort as your mind eases just slightly, making sleep somewhat possible, but not within the realm of the next couple of hours.

Eddie brings his wrist to his face, checking the watch on his wrist as he nods. “Let’s see… 11:47. Quest: Get Your Ass to Sleep is a go.” You look up at him, interested in seeing what he had planned this time as he removes his shoes to join his jacket.

He just opens his arms wide and smiles at you. You raise a brow, “What? Are you going to suffocate me?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, waving his arms a little to beckon you closer. “No, I’m gonna cuddle you.”

You still. He is going to cuddle you? Arms wrapped around you, body against body, under the covers cuddling? There is only so much you can handle when it comes to Eddie Munson. This is on the growing list of things that make it harder to function like the semi-normal human being he knew.

It’s not exactly like you had not cuddled before. Maybe you were at his place watching a movie and you fell asleep in his arms, or one of you had a bad day and a long and warm hug was something you needed from one another to help ease the troubles away.

But lately, even the little things — like holding his hand or catching his eye at strange times — feel like a little more than it used to be. You don’t know what it means, the long silent looks, the brushes of your fingers that seem a little more sacred, your newfound inability to decline anything now stronger than it had been before. This feels so new, and yet so familiar, but you cannot place it. Quite frankly, you don’t think you want to.

You raise a brow, “Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to work.”

“Why not?” he asks, quirking a brow as his grin falters slightly, confusion on his face with a hint of disappointment.

“It’s way too hot in here for cuddling,” you tell him, crossing your arms.

His confusion was amplified as his arms fell. “What the hell are you talking about? It’s so cold in here, it’s always cold in here.”

It’s not hot? It feels pretty hot to you with the way he opens his arms again as less of an invitation and more of a demand. “Come on.”

“Eddie!” you complain, groaning as you lean toward him — not accepting his embrace, just moving closer to him to complain easier.

He does not take your protest, gesturing to the bed with his head. “Lie down,” he orders you. You go to argue again, trying to say you had something to do — which he knows is a lie. “–It’s not up for debate, Bug. Lie down.”

You huff and throw yourself back on the bed, turning on your side away from him as you pout. You feel the bed shift behind you, and you swear you suddenly become hyper-aware of everything. He places his arm over you, almost like he was thinking too much about it. You pull your arm up and out of his way and feel his hand almost drift down to your side, wrapping around you. His other arms snakes under you so that he is finally holding you.

You can hear his breath, pulling in and out as if he has to think about it. His fingers twitch against you, the tip of his ring finger grazes bare skin where your shirt had ridden up a little when you threw yourself back. You can feel the cold material of his rings even through his shirt. It was a habit of Eddie’s he still has not broken: his tendency to forget to take off his rings before he went to bed. You cannot blame him much, as you were also wearing a couple of your own rings as you tucked your hands under your cheek.

As the silence stretches, you tap your finger against your hand gently, absent-mindedly. You bite your lip and look around the room at your lamp, which is still glowing on your bedside table. You honestly did not mean to say anything. Your mouth moves faster than your brain, struggling to find something to distract from the strange moment between the two of you.

“I’m hungry.”

“I could eat,” Eddie replies without missing a beat.

You both sit up, separating from each other as you stand. I point at him awkwardly, trying to come up with something to say. Instead, you turn around and point to the door, which you then walk out of with him following behind you.

In the kitchen, things are not as intense as they were before. It was not necessarily an uncomfortable intensity, it was just… a lot. This time, you’re able to move around the kitchen as you fix a snack with Eddie, laughing and continuously shushing him to make sure he stays quiet. Your parents are asleep by now, and you do not want to wake them. Not necessarily because Eddie is over — about that, they could not care less — but more about the fact that they value their sleep.

Your hushed giggles joined with the abnormally loud clutter of the kitchen appliances are almost scandalous as the two of you dig into the ice cream you snatched from the freezer with two spoons. At some point, Eddie begins to hum something, a song you recognize and hum with him. The humming turns the quiet singing, which turns to the two of you twirling around one another and dancing clumsily around the kitchen.

Eddie, with his hand holding yours, spins you around and you laugh when you collide with the fridge. A plastic bowl sitting on top of the fridge wobbles and you nearly panic at the sight of it. As you go to reach for it, you are too late as it tips over the edge, juggling in your hands for a moment before ultimately falling with a loud clattering sound. You clasp a hand over your mouth as the both of you still with too-big grins, staring down at each other as you wait for any sign that you have been found out.

When you hear both your names suddenly echo through a door down the hall, you laugh with Eddie as you mumble to each other to put the ice cream away and make a run for it. The sad excuse for a cleanup left as you both slip and slide down the hall in your socks is the container with two spoons stuck inside of it, the lid thrown in the freezer carelessly and in a hurry.

When he stops in front of you at the door, you pat his back repeatedly. “Go, go, go!” you whisper, pushing him inside. He takes a tumble to the ground, which you end up following directly after. You both crack up as quietly as you can manage as you find yourself fallen on top of his chest.

When the giggles finally subside, you slowly move off of him to close the door silently behind you. He sits up, tampering with his hair as you stand, pulling him to his feet. When he’s upright again, he ends up closer than you had anticipated. He’s merely inches away from you and you almost hold your breath.

As you take a step back, peering up at those dark brown eyes that you loved to watch sparkle, you clear your throat and raise a brow. “So, are we gonna try again, weirdo?” you say, trying not to sound as hopeful as you feel.

“Well, you do need your sleep,” he quips, not as smoothly as usual, but well enough that you chuckle.

You take off your socks this time before you crawl onto the bed, laying on top of the sheets as you turn off the light. He follows suit, climbing in behind you and wrapping his arms around your body like before, his movements more sure than last time. His arms rests under your head as he pulls you a little closer.

It’s quiet for a little bit as you close your eyes, letting out a deep sigh as you get ready to sleep. But as you lay there, you can’t help the nagging feeling that something is not quite right. You know what the problem is, and you almost succeed in keeping it to yourself. Key word: almost.

“I’m cold.” You almost shudder to get your point across as the chill clings to your bones.

“I thought you said you were hot,” he rolls his eyes, even if you cannot see him.

You shrug, “Well, now I’m cold.” He groans and gets up to fix the covers, bringing it up and over your bodies in an attempt to warm you up. As he moves back into his place, the both of you attempt once more to get to sleep.

And you almost succeed.

Key word again: almost.

“Move, my arm is falling asleep,” he tells you bluntly, moving his hand around as he tries to return the feeling to it. You huff outwardly, sitting up so he can take his arm back. He waves it around for a while before lying back down, this time wrapping his arms around your waist instead of tucking it under your head.

You let out a long breath as you close your eyes once more, readying yourself for bed to trump this anxiety — an anxiety you are nearly forgetting about. But as you lay still under the covers, you begin to think about how warm the covers are mixed with the heat of your bodies pressing so closely together.

You bite your lip, squirming a little bit to try and get comfortable. Eddie quickly grows sick of it as he groans, “I call you 'Bug’, but I should call you ‘Pest’.”

“I’m hot,” you state, rolling your eyes and letting out a sound reminiscent of a groan.

“You just said you were cold.”

“Yeah, well now I’m hot, Eddie. What the fuck do you want me to do?” you tell him, glancing over your shoulder.

“I want you to pick a temperature. One temperature, for the love of God.” He mumbles the last part to himself, adjusting your blankets so it sits lower on your body but still covers you. “Better?”

You nod and shift under the sheets to get comfortable again. Eddie squirms a little, bending his knee, but when he does that, it completely throws you off again. You grumble under your breath but certainly loud enough for him to hear, “Just jam your knee right into my back. This is fine.”

Again, he grunts a half-hearted apology and shifts his leg to move out of the way. But as he moves it lower, you are glad the light is out because otherwise your annoyed blush would be more visible as you tell him, “Eddie, that’s my crotch.”

“Jesus,” he cursed, fixing his leg once again.

“Look, this isn't gonna work,” you try.

He does not listen. “It will work.” His insistence almost feels like he was just looking for an excuse to hold you, rather than him trying to get you to go the hell to sleep — although you know, that is also part of the reason. You just sigh and shake your head.

Time passes, a reasonable amount of time. Your eyes begin to grow heavy, but it isn’t enough just yet. Maybe a few more minutes and you can try and give in to whatever you can grab for sleep. You start to zero in on Eddie: the rise and fall of his chest against your back, the feeling of his hands on your waist with his ring finger still very much grazing bare skin, his gentle breaths fanning over the back of your hair.

Everything is still and calm. You can probably hear his heart beating if you listen closely enough.

But Eddie suddenly ruins it as he lets out a heavy sigh, it fades into a groan. The sound makes you aware of how close you were to getting your mind to shut down and prepare for sleep because a haze lifts from your mind as you open your eyes again.

“Eddie.” Your voice is very nearly a threat, laced with venom and annoyance bordering on anger — well, not exactly anger, more just intense frustration… Eddie hears this in your tone and allows another sigh to pass through before he speaks.

“Your hair, I can’t… I can’t breathe with your hair in my face like this,” he mumbles, one of his hands practically swatting at your hair to sort through it.

You curse under your breath as you sit up, “Here, how about this?” You turn over onto your other side, pulling the sheets up just enough as you lay back down. The new position places you face-to-chest with Eddie, and you look up at him as you settle.

Eddie looks down at you, slowly wrapping his arms back around your body in a more comfortable way. His arm cradles your head while the other keeps you close by your waist. From this new angle, you can properly hear his heart beating, feel his chest rising and falling, hear his breath blow gently into the still air. You can smell him, leather and cigarettes, a scent you have grown to adore.

Your hand comes to rest on his hip, the other crumples into your chests — although, not uncomfortably as you absent-mindedly wrap your fingers around his shirt. You feel the cold material of his guitar pick around his neck underneath your hand, and it causes a small grin to unknowingly spread over your lips.

You are much more comfortable this way, cradled against him like a precious thing held closely to his heart. You hardly notice your legs entwine, wrapping an arm around one another in a search to be closer. He provides a new warmth for you. Any part of you that seems unfortunate enough not to be in contact with him feels colder and encourages you to cuddle closer to him. He welcomes you gladly, his hand lifting gently to stroke his thumb over your cheek.

You hear him whisper your name, to which you reply with a lazy hum as you find yourself much closer to rest than any of the other times combined. When he presses a soft kiss to your forehead and whispers, “I love you, Ladybug”, it feels a lot different from all those other times when he would tell you when you needed to hear it — or even at times when he just felt like saying it to you. You know it does, you can feel it in the way that you feel your heart flutters at the words, feel it in the way that his heart flutters at the words.

And still you whisper back in that different-from-all-those-other-times way, “I love you, too, Eds” because you know it’s true.

My Megalist: pending... Eddie Munson taglist: pending... Tag yourself here...

[mrcurystape]

movie night with a crushing eddie munson !

✧･ﾟ: feature. eddie munson x gn!reader

✧･ﾟ: cw. fluff mostly ; one sided pinning, best friend!eddie, platonic cuddling, barely proof read lolz

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imagine cuddling with eddie, your best friend, on his couch?

it was a sunday afternoon; sundays are usually when you and eddie hang out for a movie night.

tonight’s movie was a classic slasher movie, though you weren't paying attention. you were teetering between unconsciousness and being conscious. eddie was stroking your hair so gently. sometimes his fingers would brush against your cheek and it’d feel so ticklish.

eddie would only laugh through his nose when he’d feel you flinch and let out a small airy laugh whenever he’d accidentally tickle you.

you were precious. moments like these were ones eddie adored, they were the only times he could get a taste of what it’d be like if he just told you he liked you.

eddie often thought about cute intimate moments with you. holding your hand, holding you close, or kissing the tip of your nose. eddie debated internally whether you’d be a cuddle bug in bed. thinking back to how you’d cling onto his arm when laughing hard, he concluded that you were.

if you were a cuddler, he wondered if you’d prefer being the big spoon or little spoon. eddie closed his eyes and sighed, remembering how you’d often stroke his head just like he’s doing to you whenever he was upset. you’d pull him into a hug and rock him back and forth. he felt like a baby being swaddled, but it felt nice.

it was comforting. eddie has never had that kind of comfort growing up.

eddie felt a hand grab him and he opened his eye. you were holding his hand and pressing it against his cheek.

“eds,” you shifted to turn onto your back and look at him. he only hummed a response,

“if you were a killer chasing me down, would you save me for last?” you asked innocently. he would’ve given you a look if he had known you weren’t practically halfway to dreamland. “why would I try to kill you?”

“it’s just a hypothetical eddie. you’re hypothetically killing me….hypothetically” you mumbled that last part to yourself but eddie still heard it and laughed. “well,” he started.

he had to think about it for a second. he already knew his answer but was thinking of a way to word it that wouldn’t out himself.

“i’d let you get away”

you whined at his response. “boringggg,” you shot up from his lap and looked at him with a half-lidded pout. “eddie! you’re a crazy murderer who’s out to kill me! you can’t let me get away.”

eddie reached up to brush away the loose hair sticking to your cheek. “why not?”

“that’d make you a really bad killer.”

“you want to be killed by me?”

“….no— but! for the hypothetical yes!” you crossed your arms and looked away, eddie laughed and pulled you back into him. you were seriously so cute, his poor heart couldn’t take it.

“well… yes, hypothetically if i wanted to kill you, i’d save you for last.” you hummed at his response, throwing your head back against his chest to look at him. your hands reached up to play with his curls.

“where would you stab me?”

eddie pretended to think, then his left hand moved to point at your chest. “here,”

“my heart??”

“yeah.”

“that’s so brutal… do you hate me?”

“hypothetically, sure” you whined and pushed him away from you, only for eddie to laugh once again.

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© em0dere ; 7.24.22

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[just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot]

Soulmate September - Day 4

Day 4 - There is a trail of color only you can see that marks out where your soulmate has been.

Pairing(s): Platonic Patmile, Aro Patton, Aro Emile

TWs: None I can think of rn, possibly a warning for Pat questioning his aromantic-ness? If I need to tag anything that I’ve missed, please lemme know!

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Patton wasn’t sure what to feel even as his own two traitorous feet carried him along the sidewalk in the direction of the sparkling baby pink soulmate trail; he knew he would have one, everyone did. At least, that’s what he was always raised to believe. 

“One day, Pat, one day you’ll meet your soulmate and everything will be wonderful. You’ll fall in love and be happy for the rest of your days!”

Patton loved his nana, bless her, but just remembering her words made his stomach churn more than the nerves he felt watching the trail. He already felt so happy with his best friends;  sure, perhaps a part of him felt a little like the odd one out considering they were all in relationships with their soulmates now, but he didn’t feel like he needed a romantic partner to feel fulfilled. But maybe that just meant he wasn’t truly happy. Maybe.

After all, he had a trail. Heck, he was following it right now! That meant he’d have to face his soulmate. Someone who would be looking for a loving partner who’d shower them with romance. Affection, Patton could do. Heck, platonic kisses and cuddles were practically his second job. Romance, however…. That he just couldn’t seem to grasp. Not that he didn’t know what to do, just the thought made him feel uneasy. The bad kind of uneasy, the kind of uneasy you get when you’re about to hear awful news for the first time, not the excited uneasy when trying something new. 

With an exhausted sigh, Patton tried to remain positive as the trail led to the local high school. Was his soulmate a teacher? A janitor? Maybe a parent stopping by to pick up their kid early? Or were they giving a talk to the students? Either way, Patton checked the time and was thankful that he didn’t have to try and explain to someone that he had to go wandering around the school to find his soulmate. Fifteen minutes wasn’t such a long wait anyway..

… Okay maybe it’s a long wait when your mind is positively racing with anxiety. Patton had been so lost in his own mind, it took a woman - probably a member of staff going by her attire -  talking to him to pull him out of his daze, 

“Sir? The last of the students are leaving, are you still waiting on your child?”

He shook his head, “Ah, no, that’s not it, see, I’m looking for-”

Pat wasn’t able to finish. Just as he looked over her shoulder, he spotted his soulmate, the pink trail glowing behind and around him. Gentle looking, perhaps only a couple of years Patton’s senior, wearing a light brown cardigan over a pink tie and white button up shirt. His pressed black pants would have clashed with his adorable pink sneakers if they didn’t suit him so well. Not to mention the pink streak in his dark hair or the numerous cute badges adorning the cardigan. Oh God this was too soon. Far too soon. As his soulmate pushed up his glasses, Patton became aware of the woman still waiting on an answer.

…… Nope, he can’t do this-

Patton made a small whining noise as he turned and took off down the street. He can’t do this. He can’t face his soulmate. Not like this! Not while he was still a mess!! Not while he wasn’t able to be the partner his soulmate surely deserved. Patton hadn’t even met him formally, but already he knew he didn’t want to let him down, not someone who was so clearly a wonderful person. 

For a moment, Patton began to wonder what was wrong with him. He liked him. His soulmate. That much was clear. One glance and he couldn’t get the sweet expression on his face out of his head, yet he didn’t feel an ounce of any romantic feelings for him. Not one. 

He stopped to catch his breath once he’d hit the nearest bench - he narrowly avoided ramming straight into the damn thing - and tried to work out what to do. Pat knew he couldn’t avoid him forever, of course, after all the trail-

Oh no, the trail-!!

Patton looked behind him just in time to lock eyes with his soulmate while he was tripping over the curb and falling flat on his face in his pursuit. 

“Great, now’s my chance to run.”, Patton thought, but upon noting that the man seemed to be hurt, his conscience wouldn’t let him retreat. Damnit. Swallowing the pit in his stomach, Patton rushed to his aid, 

“Are you alright!?”, Patton asked, offering a hand to help him up.

His soulmate beamed up at him, smiling brightly despite the fact his nose was bleeding from the impact with the ground as he took said hand,

“Yeah! I’m a little banged up but don’t worry about me, are you alright um..?”

“Patton.”

“Patton!”, his soulmate beamed, unaware of how it was breaking Pat’s heart, “I’m Emile Picani, do you how do?”

Patton was surprised to find himself chuckling at Emile’s antics despite his growing anxiety. “Oh jeez, he IS my soulmate..”, Patton caught himself thinking, unsuccessfully hiding his disappointment with himself in his expression. Emile noted the crack in Patton’s happy facade and decided to try and be light-hearted in his approach, “Hm, lemme rephrase my question; eeeeeh what’s up, Pat?”.

It was a terrible Bugs Bunny impression, but it did get a smile out of Patton. Oh boy, he still didn’t want to have this conversation…

“.... How about I bandage you up a little, then we talk?”

Emile agreed and the two sat down on the bench while Patton opened up his satchel and took out his cartoon network print plasters, a sight that had Emile excitedly bouncing his leg. Of all the people to be his soulmate, Patton couldn’t have asked for a better match, if only…

“Are you a father?”, Emile queried, catching Patton off guard.

“Wh-What?”, he stammered in surprise.

“Your bandaids, I thought perhaps you-”

“Oh, no, no!! I don’t have kids, but I work at the local daycare. It’s my day off today.”, he explained. Emile nodded, “I see! I work at the high school-  well, you know that you, found me there, I mean I’m the school’s student councillor. I’m sorry if my assumption upset you, Pat.”

Patton shook his head, “No, no, it’s fine!”, he waved off the concern as he silently got to work with the bandaids. The assumption hadn’t upset him, well, not in the way Emile probably thought; he hadn’t known Emile for a day and yet Patton knew he wanted Emile in his life forever, but… surely his soulmate would be looking for a husband. A lover. Someone to have romantic nights out with and someone who would love him back. But Patton couldn’t do that. He felt a form of love for the man but the idea of them getting married or anything like that just-

He was pulled from his simultaneous daydream and bandaging work as he listened to Emile hum something familiar. At first, Patton couldn’t pin down where he knew it from, however, as Emile hummed more, Patton recognised the faint singing he was doing under his breath;

“When you trip on your face and your teeth are misplaced..”

“Friends are there to help you.”, Patton sang in continuation, returning the excited grin Emile bore, “Ed, Edd, ‘n’ Eddy, right? I haven’t watched the show in years.”, he admitted.

Emile beamed brightly, “Oh my goodness, really?! Well I have the entire series on DVD! If you want, we can go back to my place and-”

The churning feeling was back. Patton had heard about this song and dance before. What was it his friend Virgil had called it? Netflix and chill? No, that’s the more R-rated song and dance, isn’t it? Either way, Patton’s displeasure must’ve shown on his face as Emile gently placed a hand over Patton’s, 

“What’s got you feeling blue there, my diamond?”

Patton couldn’t help but give an exhausted smile at that. Steven Universe references now. Lord help him, he’s about to break this poor man’s heart. Gathering what little courage he could muster, Patton tried as best he could to explain,

“Emile, you’re wonderful. I just want to make it really crystal clear, ah ha, that it’s not you, it’s me...”, Patton began, noting the way Emile appreciated his attempt to lighten the mood, “But I can’t return your feelings. Not um, not in the love-dovey way, I mean! I really like you, but as a friend?? Gee, I’m sorry, I wish I could love-love you back, but I-! Romance just, I can’t do it and I don’t want to hurt you because you’re so nice, but- ! Ugh! This is so confusing-”

��Oh thank God.”

What. Patton locked eyes with Emile to see genuine relief wash over him, a couple of tears welling up in his eyes as he explained, “I thought I was gonna have to explain me being aromantic to you and hope you weren’t against it-”

“Wait, wait, aro-what?”, Patton asked, perplexed.

Emile took a second, realising what was happening, “Oh, Pat. Um, right, let me explain; I’m aromantic - and genderfluid by the way, I use all pronouns and such but don’t you worry about that right now.”, Emile assured him, continuing, “Being aromantic means you don’t feel any, or very few, romantic feelings for anyone. You might like some things generally considered romantic but enjoy them platonically! Take me for example! I, much like Olaf, like warm hugs! And platonic kisses are a-okay with me too! But if you’re not into that stuff, of course-”

“Oh, no I am!!”, Patton beamed, feeling like a weight had been torn from his shoulders, “I really like physical affection, but I like it from everyone really! I’m just so happy I’m not breaking your heart here..”

“Aw Pat..”, Emile opened his arms wide, giving Patton a look of genuine adoration, “Awkward Soulmate Hug?”

Appreciating the Gravity Falls reference, Patton chuckled, “Awkward Soulmate Hug.”

The hug was far from awkward. If anything it was the best hug Patton had been given all year.

------------ I hope you all enjoy this one!  I wanted to give a little love to platonic soulmates too so here we go!! @tsshipmonth2020

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[thoughtfullyyoungduck]

Hauntings

summary: Richie and Eddie's daughter has a nightmare with someone familiar in it.

Eddie hears his daughter walking towards their room before she even opens the door. Some planks of their floor creek once you step on them, and it never failed to wake either Eddie or Richie up. Jessie, short for Jessica, knows them by heart.

For some reason, she always has to get up during the night to go to the bathroom, and she’s perfected the art of doing it without waking her parents up. The fact that she doesn’t avoid the steps now, indicates to Eddie that she wants to wake them up, or at least that she wants to catch their attention. He hears Richie shuffle beside him, clearly having the same thoughts as he has.

Eddie props himself up against the headboard, tiredly wiping the sleep out of his eyes. Richie lets out a sigh, not annoyed, because god knows Richie could never be annoyed with their daughter, but out of drowsiness as he fights to wake up.

The door opens slightly, and Eddie sees an eye peeking in through the slit. Jessie searches the room, almost afraid to come in, until she makes eye contact with her dad. She had taken to calling Eddie dad and Richie papa, though sometimes she would joke around and call out both of those words, causing both Eddie and Richie to jump on the opportunity to help her with whatever she needed. When she notices Eddie sitting up in bed, she pushes against the door some more, the light from their hallway window streaming in.

The window is located next to a street light, and tonight after laying in a pitch black room, the light is almost blinding. Eddie has to squeeze his eyes shut, fighting the urge to get up and close the door. He doesn’t, because he needs to wake up some more, and if he closed the door he’s not sure how much longer he’ll be awake for. Now that it’s clear to Jessie that her parents are awake, she stumbles towards their bedside, tilting her arms in a way that indicates she want to be helped. She’s standing on the left side of the bed, which is Eddie’s side.

Contrary to popular belief, it’s Richie who’s neurotic about which side of the bed to sleep on. He won’t sleep on the left side of the bed, ever. Eddie pretends like he doesn’t know the reason, but in reality, he knows it’s because Richie wants to sleep closest to the door. That way, he could protect Eddie if needed. Although Eddie knows that he would die before he’d let anything happen to Richie, like hell trashmouth is going to protect him and not the other way around, but it makes Richie feel better, so Eddie doesn’t argue.  

Because Eddie still has his eyes closed, he misses the grabby hands of his daughter, it being roughly brought to his attention when Richie elbows him in the ribs. Not hard of course, Richie could never hurt Eddie. ‘Pick up our daughter’, Richie mumbles, finally pushing himself up and slotting against Eddie. ‘Don’t sass me,’ Eddie grumbles, but he obviously picks her up, throwing the blanket over her. It’s only then that notices that she’s crying.

‘What’s wrong sweetheart?’ He asks concerned. Richie has only just discovered that Jessie is crying himself, and he reaches over give her a kiss on the top of her head. ‘Daddy’, she wails, hiccupping with the force of her sobs. Richie and Eddie share a look of concern over her head. Eddie hugs her close to his chest, her tears failing against one of Richie’s old t-shirts he’s wearing.

Richie places a hand on her back, swiping softly up and down. Eddie worries for a second, scared that she’s going to make herself throw up, but he focuses on the issue at hand, and if she throws up he’ll deal with that later. ‘Did you have a bad dream?’ Richie suggests, still rubbing her back. Jessie nods erratically, but she doesn’t stop crying, nor does she pick up her head look at Eddie or Richie. Eddie can’t help but feel a little relieved, and he notices that Richie has the same look on his face. It may be awful, but Eddie was worried that she had actually gotten hurt, a dream was bad, but at least she wasn’t physically injured.

‘Alright, it’s okay buttercup come on.’ Eddie says, struggling to lift her head where it’s glued to his shoulder. She doesn’t budge. ‘Breath with papa come on, bug‘, Richie tries but fails again. ‘hey did I tell you my new jokes yet? I bet you haven’t. Do you want me to tell you?’

Jessie usually isn’t allowed to watch Richie’s shows, because of all the sex jokes that Richie makes. It’s a rule that both Eddie and Richie, surprisingly, follow to a T. Eddie will videotape some jokes that she’s allowed to hear, and Richie will practice jokes on her and Jessie loves them. To be fair, she also laughed when she knocked her head against the sharp edge of their table, causing a gaping slice in her forehead, so Eddie doesn’t take her sense of humor all that serious.

She nods again, a small ‘yes please’, floating through the room. Richie smiles, proud of himself for thinking of it before trying to come up with a story to tell her. ‘Okay so me and you dad love swimming right. Even when we were kids. So this one time your dad and uncle Stan decide they don’t want to go swimming.’

Richie launches into a detailed story of the time when he and Stan went with the rest of the losers to the quarry, but decided that the water was too cold to actually swim.

Richie had complained for hours before finally grinning and backing off. Eddie knew and knows Richie well enough however to realize that he wasn’t just about to give up. Instead, when Stan let his guard down, he had been pushed over the cliff by Richie. While being shoved forward Richie had held on to Stan’s shorts, somehow ripping them off and letting Stan fall towards the water naked.

Eddie can’t help but laugh thinking about it now, Stan had been absolutely furious, and Richie was lucky stan hadn’t wanted to emerge from the water, or he would have died that day. They were 17 at the time, and it was the last time the losers ever hung out before leaving Derry. It makes the memory bittersweet.  He can feel Jessie laughing too, her small body shaking from giggles instead of sobs now.

She’s still sniffling, but at least she isn’t panicking so much anymore. Eddie tries again to lift her slowly, and this time she lets him. He smiles at her comfortingly, whipping the remaining tears of her cheeks. ‘Cute, cute, cute’, Richie coos, firstly pinching at his daughters cheeks before doing the same to Eddie.

‘Stop it’, Eddie grumbles at Richie. Jessie flashes them a huge grin. She has gotten used to the way her fathers are when they’re together. ‘Do you want to talk about it sweetheart?’ Eddie asks, not wanting to upset his daughter, but also wanting to get to the bottom of this. She shakes her head quickly, and she looks like she’s about to start crying again. Richie shushes her softly, shrugging when he and Eddie make eye contact. Eddie relents, the last thing he want is to make his daughter upset again.

‘Do you want to sleep with us?’, he asks instead.

‘Yes please’, Jessie says, already shuffling in the middle of the bed. Richie gniffels when she does, remembering a time where she would always come to wake them up when she needed to get up during the night. It had caused for a lot of close calls, and Eddie forcing Richie to stay on the opposite side of the bed. Now though they smile at each other, watching as Jessie gets comfortable. It takes her a while, she keeps writing around. It should be annoying, but Richie can’t find it anything but adoring. As Eddie glances to his alarm clock, he sees that the time is 3:10 pm. He’s going to have trouble waking up for his job tomorrow. He doesn’t care though, Jessie and Richie go first with everything, especially his sleep.

When jessie finally quiets down, and Richie and Eddie start to get comfortable; she suddenly shoots up again. She crawl over Eddie rushing out of the room. Eddie is about to go after her, confused by what was happening, she comes back. Her stuffed animal is clutched in her arms, a shy smile on her face. ‘I can’t forget about mister cuddle’, she muses, getting closer to the bed. Eddie smiles at her, every time he thinks that he can’t love her any more than he already does, she does something like this.

This time, it doesn’t take so long for her to lie down, and Richie pulls the blanket over her. ‘Goodnight young fellows’, Richie says in a horrible English accent. It causes Jessie and Eddie to laugh though, and that was all Richie was trying to do. The next five minutes are completely soundless, and Eddie is almost assured that Jessie is asleep, when she speaks up again.  ‘It was a clown’, she whispers, her hands toying with her stuffed animal.

Eddie freezes up, looking at Richie with wide eyes. His world seems to come crashing down. His silence lasts long enough to worry his daughter, who is staring up at him with curious eyes. Richie’s eyes are just as wide as his, and he’s not saying anything either. Eddie shakes his head firmly, convincing himself that she probably just saw a weird looking clown in a show. He tries his best to smile, but he’s sure it must look more grimace.

‘What happened, Jessie’? He asks, trying his best to keep his voice steady. Jessie shrugs, laying back down on the pillow. ‘He just talked to me. He gave me a red balloon.’ Richie’s eyes seem kind off wet, and he clenches both Jessie and Eddie closer. ‘He said that you and papa used to play with him, and he misses you. Then he tried to bite me.’ She yawns,  apparently she isn’t scared of her dream anymore.

Eddie and Richie however are both wide eyed and awake. Scared to pieces. ‘But it’s alright, because I pulled away fast enough.’ She holds her stuffed animal close to her mouth, getting saliva all of it. ‘Don’t worry, we’ll protect you.’ Richie promises, though he seems just as terrified as Eddie. Jessie falls asleep after that, but Eddie and Richie stay awake, stirring in their worries for their daughter, and in extend their life. In the dark, Eddie swears he sees two yellow eyes.