#eddie munson is the love of my life

[eddies-whoreee]

Bite-able

Summary: Your best friend is irresistible.

CW: best friend!Eddie, best friend!reader, perv!reader, kinda sub!Eddie, allusions to sex, and lots of sexual and strong language.

A/N: This was so short I’m sorry I’ve been trying to write but I’ve had writers block. I’ve been trying to work on ideas ppl send me but I just never can finish it. The endings are hard to come up with but please keep sending your ideas I’ll try to turn them into more than just blurbs.

It was hottter than hell inside Eddie’s trailer and it was even hotter outside. You two opted for the coolest room which was his, not that you two had much to pick from the 1,000 sq ft. that you have. He had a old air conditioner that needed the filter to be changed. And a white 15 dollar box fan. “Holy shit it’s hotter than satan’s balls in here” Eddie exclaims as he sits up from his bed where he’s been working on a campaign for hours. “Duh, it’s July and Indiana it’s gonna get worse the next couple of days” you reply look up from your book, to him. You sat down on the floor on his beanbag. “Heat rises, that’s why I’m sitting on the floor” you peep directing your gaze back to the book. You hear him huff a small laugh before standing up. He stood there by his night stand rummaging through his drawer. You decide to get up and check out his campaign since you’re his favorite hellfire member you’re allowed a sneak-peak. As you approach the bed you see the various creatures he has drawn out. Just then you plop down on the bed your knees folded under you as you face Eddie. “Do you have a hair tie? At this point Im willing to chop all of this shit off” he huffs dramatically. You roll your eyes playfully before handing him the tie. “You say that every summer” you declare as you watch him go to tie his hair up. You watch the sliver of skin appear as his shirt rides up his slinky waist. Your feel your mouth hang open. You felt goosebumps cover your body making you slightly shiver. Eddie was talking about something as he collected all of his hair in one hand using the other to pull the hair tie over the hair and pull it through. His shirt playing a game with you as it covers his v-line then exposes it again. His waist looks so soft, smooth, and

Bite-able.

“Ow! What the- did you just bite me” he yelps jumping back a little arms flying to your shoulders not pushing you away just sitting there. He looked down shocked. You looked up at him then back to what you were doing. Your hands were placed on either side of his waist and your face was inches from his skin. “Well-yeah you, looked… bite-able” you stuttered to find an answer. He lets out a pant, a sigh of approval. “W-Jesus, you can’t be doing that, you could give someone a heart attack” he tries to joke how flustered he is right now. “Or in your case a boner?” You ask with an all but innocent smirk. His eyes widen as he tries to explain. You chuckle as your hands move up his shirt to drag your nails lightly across his chest making him let out a small whine. “Eddie?” You ask now inches from his neck as you teased him. He wanted so badly to feel your lips on his skin. “You want to fuck me?” You ask teasingly as you kissed up his neck while your hands groped his hard-on. “Yes please” he whimpered, becoming completely goop at your touch. “Then lock the door” you say as if it were common knowledge (which it is). He nods and waste no time in getting to the door and fumbling around with the lock. You giggle at his eagerness. As he got back to you he gripped your waist pulling you on top of him to straddle his lap. He plopped down on the bed as he pulled you into a heated kiss. You grind down on his boner making him buck into you. “Less. Clothes.” He manages through the kiss that none of you wanted to pull away from. With that you two started throwing various items of clothing off. “Y/n?” He ask panting heavily. “Yes?” You ask taking off your bra. “Bite me more”

[littlelioncub43]

The Balcony Scene

Summary: A long farewell after a date night is nothing new between you and your very dramatic and theatrical boyfriend. Young lovers often find parting is such sweet sorrow.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Gender Neutral!Reader

Warning: FLUFF. FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF. You will need to schedule a dentist appointment after this, established relationship, idiots in love, they recite Shakespeare to each other because they're so in love, Wayne being one of those dads/uncles, kissing, very tame stuff, you'll love it.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: WELL, WELL, WELL. LOOK WHO'S BACK. Me. It's me. I'm back. I had this thought knocking around in my head for a long, long time and finally was able to get it out and completed in one sitting! Eddie seems like the type to be able to perfectly recite Shakespeare, especially after all the failed English classes— you may not come at me. Anyways! Comment! Reblog! Send an ask! A pigeon! An edible arrangement! Something! Let me know what you guys think! I missed you all hehe

Kisses 💋

—K

A soft song of the Indiana crickets floated through the summer breeze that brushed your skin, the sky was a gentle hue of all encompassing black, and the moon hung neatly in the corner of the heavens. The familiar block of the trailer park was quiet, the sleepy summer night lulled everyone into a trance at this late hour. Your night was divine, picturesque and flawless thanks to Eddie who always seemed to make any day infinitely better. He joked and laughed with you over the burger you shared at the diner, his effortless charm and beaming smile lit up the lamely lit booth you were squished into and sent butterflies fluttering through your entire being— even after all these years, you were still into him. 

Lovesick, is the word. Absolutely lovesick.

And Eddie wasn’t any better. 

The way he was gazing up at you from the bottom of your trailer’s porch, hands gripping the railing to be as close as he could to you without climbing the stairs, standing on his toes so your faces nearly touched while you lean over the railing to meet him halfway. Those puppy dog eyes that twinkled with mischief as a dungeon master, and glazed over with mind-rotting boredom as a student, were now dazzling with adoration as a lover. And damn, was a he a good lover at that. 

“You have to go soon, Wayne said you gotta be back before 3,” you whisper gently to your boyfriend, your hands making no motion to remove themselves from his hair as you cradle his head. 

“Mmhmm,” Eddie hums, clearly not listening to you completely. How could he when the glow of your porch light behind you made you look like an actual angel. You giggle and Eddie grins at the sound. 

“You jerk, you’re not even listening,” you chastise with a smile.

“I totally heard you,” he playfully defends in a soft voice, his eyes scanning your face leisurely. 

“What did I say?” You ask while you twirl a ringlet around your index finger. 

“You said that I should stay right here with you forever because you never want me to leave,” he grins again as you chuckle at his words. 

“Don’t you?” He asks and gives you his gentle pout, something he’s perfected over the years of being together: his eyebrows slightly pinched together and upwards, those button eyes silently pleading with yours, for your love, for your tenderness, for your sympathy. It always works. 

“Of course, I do,” you confess and cradle his face in your palm. Eddie couldn’t keep himself from you if his life depended on it. The collision of your lips sends even more winged things fluttering in your stomach, the soft cushion of his lips moving against yours sensually nearly sucks all the breath from your body then and there. Many minutes are lost in your sweet kisses, so many that by the time you both release each other for air, Eddie knows he’s late for curfew now. 

“Wayne’s gonna be pissed, I forgot to take out the trash,” Eddie breathes out humorously, his nose brushing against yours as he opens his mouth to speak once again, “he’s going to have my ass for not—“

“Enough, sweet Suffolk, thou torment’st thyself,” you press a finger to his kiss swollen lips, his grin grows at your words. 

“You bade me ban, and will you bid me leave?” He recites effortlessly. 

“Oh, look who’s been paying attention in English,” you tease. 

“Well, if you’re forced to read the same stupid plays 3 years in a row, something’s bound to stick,” he jokes before continuing, “Now, by the ground that I am banished from, well could I curse away a winter’s night, though standing naked on a mountain top where biting cold would never let grass grow, and think it but a minute spent in sport.”

“O, let me entreat thee cease! Give me thy hand, that I may dew it with my mournful tears, nor let the rain of heaven wet this place to wash away my woeful monuments” you bring one of Eddie’s large hands to your cheek, letting him brush the apple of it softly before you plant a peck to his palm. 

“O, could this kiss be printed in thy hand, that thou mightst think upon these by the seal, through whom a thousand sighs are breathed for thee!” The porch light across the road flickers to life, a sign from a very tired Wayne for Eddie’s return, but you both ignore it. Eddie watches in rapture as you recite the lines to him, not ready for his short walk home just yet. 

“So, get thee gone, that I may know my grief; tis but surmised whiles thou art standing by, as one that surfeits thinking on a want. I will repeal thee, or, be well assured, adventure to be banish’ed myself; and banish’ed I am, if but from thee,” the sound of the screen door opening breaks your eyes from each other over to Wayne, standing cross armed in his pajamas under the porch light, “Go, speak not to me. Even now be gone!” Eddie steals another kiss just as Wayne clears his throat, his hands gripping yours in earnest. “Embrace and kiss and take ten thousand leaves, loather a hundred times to part than die. Yet now farewell, and farewell life with thee.”

“Thus is poor Suffolk ten times banish’ed, once by the King, and three times thrice by thee. ’Tis not the land I care for, wert thou thence. A wilderness is populous enough, so Suffolk had thy heavenly company— for where thou art, there is the world itself, with every several pleasure in the world; and where thou art not, desolation,” he whispers against your lips, “I can no more. Live thou to joy thy life; myself no joy in naught but that thou liv’st.”

“Eddie!” Wayne calls in a hushed voice, mindful of the sleeping neighbors of the block. You know he’s about 2 minutes from crossing the street to get Eddie himself.

“Get thee hence. The King, thou know’st, is coming,” you giggle and push gently at Eddie’s broad shoulders, “if thou be found by me, thou art but dead.”

“If I depart from thee, I cannot live, and in thy sight to die, what were it else but like a pleasant slumber in thy lap? To die by thee were but to die in jest, from thee to die were torture more than death. O, let me stay, befall what may befall!” His grins when you try to shush his growing voice, your shared giggles making Wayne shake his head with a fond smile. You two were making him sick.

“To France, Sweet Suffolk,” you push at Eddie’s shoulder again, this time he slowly lets himself lower to the ground completely, still gazing up at you from the wild grass as waves of hopeless devotion pour from him. Eddie’s hand holds yours for as long as he can, his fingers gliding across the skin to savor the sensation, your warmth. 

“I go,” he nods, shifting on his feet as he finally begins to tear himself from you.

“And take my heart with thee,” you watch Eddie take a tentative step backwards, towards his waiting uncle, your hands still connected as he takes another step. Your arms reach out, fingers laced together until the distance between you is too great. 

“Alright, love birds, pack it in,” Wayne quietly calls, trying his best to speed up Eddie’s slow walk home. Straightening up, you watch as Eddie crosses the street, his eyes never leaving yours nor his smile ever faltering. When he reaches the middle of the road, he offers you a wave over his shoulder. You giggle and return his gesture, your face burning with a flurry of feelings.

Another fit of giddy giggles overtake you when Eddie nearly trips on the steps of his trailer. He’s quick to recover, taking the stairs two at a time before lingering at the doorway to stare at you a little while longer, his own face flushed with his happiness. Half in and half out, he raises his hand to wave again when a fatherly grip on the collar of his jacket carefully pulls him all the way in, the screen door bouncing against the frame in his absence. With a content sigh, you turn on your heel  and head for indoors, turning to glance at the trailer across the street. There in the corner of the bland building, behind an aged window, you find the boy next door. With wild hair and a sweet smile, he bids you goodnight. 

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[mmunson86]

Am I the only one that got introduced to fan fiction via Eddie Munson? Like I know I can’t be alone right? I’ve always known what fanfiction is… but my interest, never really peaked until we were introduced to Eddie , there is no other fictional man that I thirst for or that i am this intrigued by other than Eddie and I’ve tried to read fan fics for other fictional men & they just dont stick, it doesn’t do it for me, Eddie is my fictional man 4L!💗🤞🏻 He is my endgame🥹

Am i alone in this? Is it odd? lol Eddie is all i need he has it all IMO💗

[mmunson86]

There are levels to this baby i should be in Eddies arms errryday🙈💗

YOU should be at the club I should be in the arms of a fictional character

[morganbritton132]

AU where Eddie takes his dog to the dog park almost every day being he saw a hot guy there once and is trying to manufacture a meet cute.

He actually succeeds in striking up a conversation with Hot Guy. His name is Steve and he’s there with Dustin. Eddie tells him about his own pup, Zeppelin.

They’re talking about the black eye Steve got at work last week when Eddie jokingly flirts that he could take him in a fight. Steve looks like he’s going to flirt back when a loud voice from his left pipes up like, “You could definitely take him in a fight. Everybody can. He gets beat up all the time.”

“I don’t get beat up all the time,” Steve scoffs, voice flipping from his soft spoken flirting to that of an annoyed older brother. He glared at the kid that appeared next to him, “I thought you were looking for rocks. Go find rocks.”

“I did,” The kid says, nonplussed about the tone being directed at him. “You want one? So you can defend yourself when you get beat up again.”

Eddie hides a smile when Steve looks every bit as annoyed as he is. The kid smiles at him, “This one looks like a tomahawk. Want it?”

“Yeah, I’ll take it,” Steve eventually says. He waves a hand at this kid like, “This is Dustin. Bane of my existence.”

“I thought you were a dog,” Eddie admits, accepting the rock the kid gives him.

“Yeah, he does that on purpose.”

[starthecozy]

Commissioned scene of Chasing Fireflies/Crawling Through the Dark universe, written by the darling @missbattyao3 !! It was a lovely scene to paint, thank you ☺️🩷🩷

[xxladymjxx]

We love and Stan Eddie Munson in this house!

Mental illness can be cured by thinking about The Character but be careful because mental illness can also be caused by thinking about The Character

[fifthnailinstevesbat]

steve “cant get out of bed till middle of the day, barely leaves his house or is never home, isolating himself from everyone, never takes time for himself anymore, depressed and is slowly losing more and more of himself every single day” harrington post 1986’

robin “i know you loved her, and it must’ve killed that she wouldn’t take you back, but nancy is happy steve and she still loves you. she’s not the only one out there for you, and you’ve gotta get over it. we miss you” buckley post 1986’, trying to help her best friend

steve “…this isn’t about nancy” harrington.

robin “wha-?… oh. oh steve.” buckley.

he still wears the vest.

[eddiesghxst]

that part at the end of grease where rizzo is on the ferris wheel and kenickie yells up at her and is like “get off of that thing, you got a condition” because he thinks she’s pregnant except that’s just what eddie says allllll throughout your pregnancy.

if he sees you standing on a chair to reach something high, he’s quickly (and jokingly) snapping at you, “get down from there, you’ve got a condition.”

you’re on your feet too long? “babe, you’ve got a condition, for the love of god, sit down.”

he’s so annoying. when you’re at a restaurant and the waiter asks if you’d like a drink because you’re not showing yet, he just casually spits it out, doesn’t even need to look up from the menu as he says, “nah, she’s got a condition.” and you have to kick him under the table before telling the waiter you’re just pregnant and your husbands annoying

you don’t even have to be there for eddie to crack the joke, if someone asks how you are he’s casually saying “she’s good! been craving real weird shit lately— you know, her condition.”

and everyone just understands that nah, you’re perfectly fine. just pregnant… with a dramatic husband <3

[eddies-ashtray]

I MISS HIM

[unsolved-duvall]

one thing you learn about eddie very early on in your relationship, is that he talks a lot. so much so, that sometimes you truly worry when he hasn’t stopped talking for a while— he hasn’t even stopped to take a breath. he’s all wide eyed, and dramatic hands when he’s telling you a story. and you adore him, you adore the way he animates himself. but the boy needs to breathe. so, sometimes, you have to gently grab him by the jaw and pull his mouth against yours, kissing him so softly that it’s barely even a kiss. you aren’t kissing him to shut him up. no, absolutely not. you would never do that. you simply need him to breathe. so that’s what you tell him when you slowly pull away from the kiss— “eddie, baby? take a breath, yeah?”. but what you don’t realise is that you’re actions, mixed with your soft words, have the opposite affect on him. your lips against his were already enough to steal any remaining air from his lungs, but now? now you’re calling him baby and speaking to him like he’s the only person in the world. and eddie’s fighting for any drop of air he can find. he’s all rosy cheeks and kiss-bitten lips that are parted slightly as he stares at you. you call his name again, not even sure he’s still with you. and that’s when a smile covers his face and his lightly freckled nose scrunches up, and he’s leaning back in to kiss you like it’s his lifeline.

eddie munson talks a lot. but you wouldn’t want him any other way.

[mmunson86]

Staaahp this would have been perfect for today😩💗

Us: Eddie you have to keep the glasses on babe otherwise you can harm your eyesight

E: oh shit i forgot but how bad can it be babe? What if i do it real fast?

Thinking about watching an eclipse with Eddie, having to tell him to keep his glasses on because you know he wants to peak without them. The way he would be so excited rambling on about how ‘badass’ the moon & sun are while black hole sun blasts from the radio of his van, the both of you wrapped up in a blanket, staring at the sky together while sharing a joint. ᡣ𐭩

[inflomora-art]

them <3

[rlpersephone3259]

@morganbritton132

[thecomfortgoth]

If you fancy reading my first ever work that's full of fluff and cuteness, you can find it here! ❤️

Always and Forever

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

(Mechanic!Eddie undertones)

CW: pure unadulterated fluff/comfort, established relationship, you and Eddie live together and have promise rings, that man loves the BONES off you, worry/kinda angst, L-bombs, I guess Eddie worshipping the ground you walk on and doing anything for you?

A/N: um... hi! This is my first ever fic (I guess?) I wrote this for a lovely new friend I met who has been going through a very tough time recently and I wanted to help her feel a little better. I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.6k (I got carried away lol)

Please let me know how I did! Feedback is always appreciated

You sat at the edge of the bed, head cupped in your hands as you fought off the feelings of stress and worry. You didn't want to cry or feel this way. You just wanted everything to be better already and for things to start going right. Feeling overwhelmed, you let out a big sigh and sank back into the soft, plush duvet behind you and closed your eyes. You just wanted to lie there for a moment, not doing anything, not thinking about anything. Suddenly, your phone starts ringing, making you jolt upwards. Was this something important? You run over to the phone, picking it up and letting out a crackled "Hello?"

"Hey baby! It's me.. are you okay?"

It was Eddie. He was at work in the autoshop and was calling you on his lunch break, as he often did. You felt a little calmness wash over you as you heard his voice. He always soothed you, even if he didn't know it.

"Yeah.. I'm okay.. I'm just- I don't know" you croak, fighting back a sniffle or two.

"Tell me what's wrong sweetheart, tell me everything" he says with a worried lilt to his voice. You can't contain it any more and you start to sob quietly, letting out all of your frustration, your worry and anxiety. It was at a point it was too much. Eddie notices this and immediately comforts you as you tell him what's been going on and how you're feeling.

"Oh baby" he says in a soft hushed tone, "I don't like hearing you like this.. Infact, I'm taking the rest of the day off, I'll be home as soon as I can" he says

"Eds, no, it's okay you can't-"

"Try and stop me sweetie" he says and you can tell he's smirking at you on the other end of the phone. He hangs up. It gives you a slight smile to know that he's coming home and he's on his way to you. You always felt much better when he was around.

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Eddie pulls into the driveway and opens the door with a "Baby! Where are you? Can you come down please?"

You hear him calling for you and get yourself up off of the bed, smoothing out the shirt of Eddie's you happened to be wearing that day, rubbing your hands momentarily on the rough denim of your jeans, using all the energy you possibly could muster to do so. You felt tired and your limbs felt a little heavy. You slowly make your way downstairs, to see him standing there with his hands behind his back. He's wearing his signature leather jacket with his battle Jacket over it, a Black Sabbath t-shirt and his usual black jeans with white Reeboks. His chain hanging from his jeans clinked against his belt as he swayed and grinned at you.

"There's my girl" he says softly. "Come here"

You slowly walk over to him, a slight smile on your face because how could you not smile when he was around? He was your rock, your protector, your safe place. And you were his too. It didn't need to be said or spoken, you both just knew.

He slowly takes his hands out from behind him, revealing a huge, beautiful bunch of your favourite flowers. He offers them to you and says "For my gorgeous girl", staring deep into your eyes and cupping your face with one of his hands, feeling the cold metal of his rings on your warm cheek. He plants a soft kiss on your forehead, then the very tip of your nose and then finally your lips, embracing you in his arms as he does. He holds you tight and close, it seems to go on forever as you hold on to him, finding it hard to hold back the tears you fought off earlier. You breathed deeply and smelled the leather from his jacket, mixed with his sandalwood cologne and the faint smell of hemp.

"Would you like to go for a walk down by our spot, beautiful?" He mumbles into your neck, his face has been planted firmly in the crook there since the moment he embraced you.

You pull back a little too look him in the eyes, tears pooling a little and nod at him. He softly brushes his thumb against your cheek and you move your face into his hand as he does so. "Okay, let me go and get your shoes, would you like a jacket too?" he muses as he waltzes over to the closet.

"Just the shoes please, honey" you reply softly.

He grabs your boots and motions you to sit down on the small bench you have in the hallway. You put your hand out expecting him to hand you the shoes, but he doesn't. Instead he kneels in front of you and motions you to lift your foot so he can slip them on for you. "You don't think I'm gonna let my girl put her own shoes on do you?" He looks up at you and grins, his brown doe eyes sparkling in the early evening sun coming through the glass in the door.

You let out a small chuckle, "You're silly, I can put my own shoes on!".

"Absolutely not! The queen shall NEVER don her own boots! Tis not the rules, m'lady!" He muses theatrically, lifting his hand up to the sky and then back to his heart, like an actor in a Shakespeare play, making you giggle a little harder now.

"Shall we then?" He says grabbing your hand and softly planting a kiss on the back of it, still on the floor.

"Yes, let's go" you smile at him and say, getting up and both walking to the door, hand in hand. You already felt so much better with him being here and your walk hadn't even begun.

Eddie runs around to your side of his van before you can even get there, opening the door for you and standing there with a smile on his face and his eyes closed. "Your highness" he says in a terrible accent as he bows and motions you inside the van, taking your hand to help you up into the van. He knows you're not that tall and he always holds your hand as you climb in. He's such a gentleman and the sweetest man you've ever met. Not to mention the most beautiful.

He clambers in himself and starts the engine. Before setting off, he turns to you and points at the glove box, this is where he keeps all of his and yours cassettes. A nice collection of both of your music tastes.

"Pick whatever you want baby, even if it's god damn Billy Idol. I'll listen to whatever you want today and I promise I won't call him a poser" he smiles at you, knowing that you'll complain if he does. He didn't care for Billy Idol, but he knows you do and he loves you so much he'd listen to pretty much anything at all if it made you happy. Even Madonna.

You stare at him wide eyed and say "Really?"

"Deadly" he replies shooting you a huge grin.

You rustle through the casettes for a brief moment and finally decide on Metallica. You both loved them so it was a nice happy medium. You push the casette into the tape player and soon the car is filled with the shrill guitars and the thundering drums of James Hetfield and co.

"Man! I love this band so frickin much!" Eddie exclaims as he starts tapping the steering wheel and headbanging in a silly way that made you giggle again. He starts singing along to Battery in a very silly voice, even imitating the guitars, including the solos. This makes you laugh harder than you've laughed in days. He would do anything to cheer you up, even if it meant making a fool of himself. But you didn't think he was a fool at all. He shoots you a wicked grin and blows you a kiss as the song finishes, grabbing your hand and laying both your hands in your lap for the rest of the journey as you both listen to the tape and just enjoy each others silence.

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"Oh wow, I think it's going to be a beautiful night!" Eddie says cheerfully as he helps you step out of the van on to the path next to the soft grass near you. Another thing he always did. You were silently grateful for a second that you had a man as chivalrous as him, smiling slightly at the thought.

He catches you smiling and wonders what you're thinking about, but he doesn't ask. He just smiles back, holds out his hand for you to grab and you entwine your fingers with his. You start walking down the nearby beach together, taking your time. Neither of you are in a rush at all. You float your way on to the beach together, taking slow but steady steps as you hit the sand underneath your feet. You look out towards the water on your right, the sun should be setting in around an hour. You two stroll along in silence for a little while, hand in hand, just enjoying the beautiful view, the sound of the small waves crashing nearby and lapping at the sand and some birds nearby. You squeeze Eddie's hand three times, you and his secret way of saying "I love you" and he looks down at you with a big toothy smile and soft eyes, and squeezes back three times. He slowly puts his arm around your shoulder and you both walk like that for a while longer.

He pauses for a second and turns to you, facing you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You put your hands on his shoulders, looking up at him, feeling totally safe. "Feeling any better, baby?" He asks softly, laying a soft kiss on your forehead, brushing a stray hair out of your face with his finger.

You look up at him and smile, "A bit".

"Shall we walk back now? The sun is almost ready to set and I have something I want to show you" he leans in and says, planting a few soft quick kisses on each cheek and then your lips. You nod and you're once again hand in hand, walking back along the beach. You can feel him stroking your hand with his thumb as you both walk along.

You look out at the water. And then you look up at Eddie. He's watching some birds soaring in the distance, smiling as he watches them dance around in the sky. You cannot help but feel overwhelming love for this man in this moment. Your man. You wonder what you did to deserve such a sweetheart and how in the world he chose you to be his. You glanced down at the simple silver promise ring he gave you and smile, biting your lip slightly. It doesn't matter what you did or how he chose you, all that you know is that he did and you couldn't be happier to have him by your side. You ride that high for a little while, feeling like you're walking on a cloud, leaning your head against his arm and mimicking his thumbstrokes across your hand on his.

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You reach the van and go to get inside, but Eddie tells you that you're going in the wrong door with a cheeky smile. You look at him puzzled and he leaps over to the back of the van. You walk around slowly to see why the hell he's going in there and as you do, he opens the doors. Inside, you see pillows and blankets, almost like he's made a mini fort in the back of his van. You see a cooler filled with yours and his favourite drinks and next to it a duffel bag. "What is all this babe?" You look at Eddie with a shocked but happy look on your face

"I thought we could watch the sunset together and have a little picnic" he smiles as he unzips the duffel bag, showing all of your favourite snacks and candies.

You look at him with a grateful smile and say "Oh baby you didn't have to!"

You were quite content just being with him, he really didn't have to pull out all these stops to make you happy. But he always did it anyway, because he wanted to show you how much he loved you and make sure you knew just how much he appreciated you. You throw your arms around his neck and give him a huge, long kiss. Both smiling as you pull away.

You both settle in to the softness of the blankets and cushions in the back of the van. He hands you a drink and you pick out something from the bag of goodies in front of you. Eddie picks something out too and starts making silly faces at you and you start to make them back at him, you both sit and laugh together.

It starts to get a little cold as the sun starts to set in the horizon and you rub at your arms. Eddie notices this and stands up for a second to take off his leather jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders as he plops himself down right next to you, leaving a soft kiss on your neck as he does. He puts one arm around your shoulders and the other grabs your hands. You both stare off into the distance and enjoy the beautiful hues of the sky as the sun goes away for another day.

"You know I'll always be here for you right?" Eddie turns his head to look down at you. You look back at him, waiting for him to continue, sensing he's going to say more.

"I will be here every step of the way. No matter how tough things get, no matter what obstacles we will face, either together or individually. You're my girl and I will do everything in my power to make you happy, to lift your spirits when you're sad, to chase away your demons and protect you from harm"

He cups your face slowly, brushing at your cheek again, as he so often does.

You look up at him, feeling tears well in your eyes, but this time it's happy tears. You can feel your heart swell with love. You loved Eddie more than you've ever loved anyone. And you didn't think you could ever love anyone as much ever again.

"I know Eds. And I feel the exact same about you. I never want you to feel alone or battle your fears alone. I'll always be your girl. And I'll always be by your side. Every step."

He smiles at you softly, and leans in to kiss you. It is a long, passionate kiss. Your hands in his hair, his hand on your face, his other arm still behind you, now holding you close to him and pulling you into his chest. You pull away slightly, needing some air because of how amazingly breathless his kiss left you.

"I love you so much, sweetheart. Always and forever." he says in an almost whisper, stroking your face and looking deeply into your eyes.

"I love you too, Eddie. Always and forever." You reply in the same almost whisper.

You both kiss once more and then you snuggle up to his chest as he holds you in his arms, softly humming a beautiful little riff you recognised.

You feel safe. You feel comforted. You feel absolute bliss. But most of all.. you feel so much better than you did before. You know all your worries are still there, but you finally feel like you have the strength to face them, especially knowing that he will always be in your corner and he will face them with you..

Always and forever.

[ryan-waddell11]

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