#eddie literally quotes from lotr right?

[ymaohoh]

(don't tell me that Eddie wasn't thinking about this very scene when he met Chrissy alone in the woods)

The leaves were long, the grass was green, The hemlock-umbels tall and fair, And in the glade a light was seen Of stars in shadow shimmering. Tinúviel was dancing there To music of a pipe unseen, And light of stars was in her hair, And in her raiment glimmering. There Beren came from mountains cold, And lost he wandered under leaves, And where the Elven-river rolled He walked alone and sorrowing. He peered between the hemlock-leaves And saw in wonder flowers of gold Upon her mantle and her sleeves, And her hair like shadow following. Enchantment healed his weary feet That over hills were doomed to roam; And forth he hastened, strong and fleet, And grasped at moonbeams glistening. Through woven woods in Elvenhome She lightly fled on dancing feet, And left him lonely still to roam In the silent forest listening. He heard there oft the flying sound Of feet as light as linden-leaves, Or music welling underground, In hidden hollows quavering. Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves, And one by one with sighing sound Whispering fell the beechen leaves In the wintry woodland wavering. He sought her ever, wandering far Where leaves of years were thickly strewn, By light of moon and ray of star In frosty heavens shivering. Her mantle glinted in the moon, As on a hilltop high and far She danced, and at her feet was strewn A mist of silver quivering. When winter passed, she came again, And her song released the sudden spring, Like rising lark, and falling rain, And melting water bubbling. He saw the elven-flowers spring About her feet, and healed again He longed by her to dance and sing Upon the grass untroubling. Again she fled, but swift he came. Tinúviel! Tinúviel! He called her by her elvish name, And there she halted listening. One moment stood she, and a spell His voice laid on her: Beren came, And doom fell on Tinúviel That in his arms lay glistening. As Beren looked into her eyes Within the shadows of her hair, The trembling starlight of the skies He saw there mirrored shimmering. Tinúviel the elven-fair, Immortal maiden elven-wise, About him cast her shadowy hair And arms like silver glimmering. Long was the way that fate them bore, O'er stony mountains cold and grey, Through halls of iron and darkling door, And woods of nightshade morrowless. The Sundering Seas between them lay, And yet at last they met once more, And long ago they passed away In the forest singing sorrowless. - 'Song of Beren and Lúthien' from The Fellowship of the Ring. J.R.R. Tolkien

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

A look to open up the skies part two: Eddie and Y/N finally have their conversation.💗

GN!reader. Fluff, insecurity (Eddie), crying (Eddie and reader), swearing, intense positive emotions (love, appreciation, holy shit if I don’t tell you I love you right fucking now I’m gonna die vibes), cuddling, kisses, pet names (sweetheart, angel, babe, baby, honey), reader quotes LOTR while confessing their feelings to Eddie in a bid to make him believe.

A/N: I am so grateful and appreciative to every person who supports my writing. It’s my break from a busy and stressful life, ten minutes here and there every day to help me get through the roaring anxiety. I appreciate you all deeply and I do my best to give it back to you with my content.

Summary: Several people asked to see Eddie and reader have the conversation from THIS PIECE - basically, you love Eddie so much it made you cry, Uncle Wayne encouraged you to tell Eddie, and here you both are :)

Special thank you to @magnoliabutters for reading over the first incomplete draft of this fic and literally going paragraph by paragraph to help me with characterisation, dialogue and descriptions. I'm a little scared to post this because I haven't written for Eddie for about three weeks and tbh I probably should be using this time to study, but if I don't do something for myself, I'm gonna go insane in a very very unsexy way.

I hope you enjoy!😭💗🙏

E.M tags: @eddiebunson @hersweetrevenge @sweetpeapod @sabbathsworld @hawkinsroyaloutcast @seidenbros @bakerstreethound @eddiemunsonshoney @potatos-library @gemstone-roses @hellfire1986baby @jslittlebirdie @comfortcharactercraze @heydreamchild @mywinterivy @corrodedcoffeen @ourstaturestouchtheskies

E & W.M tags: @hellfirebabe @eddiemunsonshoney @potatos-library @bakerstreethound @gemstone-roses @sweetpeapod @authorlovers @jslittlebirdie @heydreamchild @comfortcharactercraze @mywinterivy @corrodedcoffeen @ourstaturestouchtheskies 

Fic specific tags: @jslittlebirdie @hoeshii @nyrovekyochi @potatos-library @viviminori

People from part 1:  @disturbedbeautywrites @comfortcharactercraze @decadentpaperduck @munsonsuccubus @eponaartemisa @epicfallenismine @silky-luxe @jslittlebirdie @lancey-mcclain

Word count: 3, 318.

Previously

"Eddie's got enough'a them walls up, Y/N. Don't you go giving him another." Wayne encourages you, gives you guidance and a light warning, all in two sentences. Only a Munson can pull that off.

Silence lapses again and Wayne finishes his cigarette, stands with a final gentle pat to your shoulder, and goes back inside the trailer. Leaving you with your thoughts and a quiet sense of determination.

You stand on somewhat shaky legs as you follow Wayne; the man sees you coming in the reflection of the glass window and spins at the last second to hold the door open for you. You smile at him in thanks and he nods at you, before raising his eyebrows in a, "now?" gesture. You find Eddie in that look and without thought do you nod. It makes him beam and you feel a deep sense of okay, this is it, settle deep inside your heart.

The final final nail is hammered in when Wayne grabs his keys and leaves for work, giving you a very meaningful, firm nod as he shuts the door behind him, his boots thudding down the steps.

It feels less like the encouragement he gave you a moment ago and more like being told 'enough thinking about it, hon - you're doing this now'; it is no secret to the Munsons that when you get all up in your head, you appreciate being told what you should do, just because you can't make out the trees through the thickness of the forest. The Munsons have taught you so much about yourself without consciously doing so. In many a conversation have you asked one of them - usually Uncle Wayne - why you had reacted to something a specific way or you have shared an 'ugly' thought with them, only for them to tell you that it is normal to feel this way. A boundary has been crossed which you hadn't known you had at the time, or something like that. The specifics barely matter when it comes to matters of the soul and heart; fragile things which must be handled with care.

In short, the Munsons bring you to your own attention and it excites you to spend time with them, wondering what other pieces of the tapestries of themselves and you which you will get to uncover with the hours in their company. Every day brings you something new, it seems, but today it is your turn to bring Eddie something new.

In allowing you to express yourself and your thoughts uncensored, the Munsons have watched you grow and blossom into the person you are, and they are so proud of you for it. Sometimes, you are in the right, and sometimes you are in the wrong. But you aren't ever shamed for it or made to feel less than; Wayne's stern manner and quiet tone of disappointment scares you more than anything else. You hate it when he gets like that with you (it's so very rare; you have to earn Wayne's disapproval. His love comes freely and without conditions) and so you always do your best to avoid disappointing him. Not in an unhealthy way, but he has done a great deal for you and you love him just as strongly as you love Eddie (though the nature of that love did differ between the Munsons), and so you only ever want to give him your best.

This situation is unfair only if you continue to conceal the truth from Eddie. If you don't tell him how you were feeling after this conversation, Wayne will know about it, and he will be disappointed that you had let this moment, this raw vulnerability, slip through your fingers. You want Eddie to feel loved, you want Eddie to be loved, and you want Wayne to be proud of you. Wayne knows this, he knows it, and he has used in the best of ways everything he knew about you to help you to help yourself and therefore, to give his boy everything he deserves and wants but had yet to truly be his. That part of it is in your hands but you have hesitated and so, just like always, Wayne steps up for someone he loves.

Someone really needs to give that man a raise.

Your tears have slowed but they are still there, dripping silently and steadily as you make your way down the trailer and around the corner into Eddie's bedroom. Your hands are visibly shaking and you hold them in front of you, your thumbs rubbing along the inside of your palms as you rejoin Eddie.

He looks up from where he's been lounging on the bed ever since you got here as you enter his room, but the welcoming smile on his face dies as quickly as it's born as he takes in what he assumes immediately to be pain. You have very obviously been crying and Eddie feels a slight pang of hurt that you had left his side when you were hurting. Do you not trust him to comfort you when you aren't okay? Maybe you don't want to see him like that, or you don't want him to see you? What about if -

But before his insecurities really begin to race through his tried and tired mind, an absolute galaxy threatens to split your face in half as you smile at Eddie. It's at total odds to the way tears occasionally slip down your cheeks, dripping sore but in a good way - you never want to stop loving Eddie just like this. The thought of loving Eddie any less than you already do absolutely terrifies you - and the emotional rollercoaster you must be on has Eddie concerned. It warms him, too, for so open are you that you're able to feel and express multiple emotions at once. Not like most others in Hawkins, who are so out of touch with themselves that they drift through their days apathetic to all those small moments, which lead into bigger moments and larger emotions.

Not like most others, who hide themselves away and therefore deny themselves the chance of a real and beautiful connection between themselves and the town they inhabit, the people they live with and around. One cannot silence one part of themselves without silencing all the others. Life must be lived fully and whole-heartedly embraced, Eddie has always believed, and despite all that you have been through, the ugly, the beautiful and everything in between, you do your best to adopt a similar attitude towards life and love.

Of all his little sheep, Eddie loves you the hardest.

He sits up, hands easily reaching out for you. It's so instinctive, so immediate, that it's almost as if his body knows what he wants before his mind does. You're not just smiling, he registers at the same time as he clocks your tears, you're smiling.

Eddie knows what a fake smile looks like. He knows what it looks like when someone is smiling to hide pain, when they're smiling to be polite or when they're smiling because they don't know how else to react. He knows what 'laugh or cry' looks like as an expression because he's seen it looking back at him across his reflection too many times for it to not break his own heart when the gift of hindsight inevitably smacks him in the face. Eddie knows pain and he knows joy and he knows love, limited though its expression has been due to how little of it he's received in his lifetime. Wayne managed to squeeze a lifetime of love into every day; his boy would never go without love again if the elder Munson had anything to say about it.

And he did.

Your smile, the one on your face right now, is nothing like Eddie has seen before. He can see love and sadness co-existing on your face, and it throws him for a loop. You're exuberant, practically glowing as you smile at him, but those tears, oh... Those are sad tears, tender tears, and Eddie can't quite figure you out. Usually, he can clock you with just a sweep of his eyes up and down your body, but this?

You're not masking, you're not hiding anything. Eddie knows when people are being genuine and he knows when you are being truthful, so right now, your face is making it look like you're feeling two opposing emotions at the same time, like a... "What's with the living mask, babe?" His voice is soft, an upward lilt at odds with the way his lips tug downwards at the corners. You practically trip over yourself to get to him, interlocking his fingers with your own as you climb on top of him, getting comfortable in his lap. It's always been your favourite seat, your denim throne, and you know it always will be.

"I need to tell you something, Eddie, and I - it's nothing bad," you rush to reassure Eddie when his dark eyes harden and his body stiffens under yours, you squeeze your grip in his and smile encouragingly when Eddie relaxes under you again, "I just... I'm nervous about telling you because I don't know how you'll take it, and Uncle Wayne said I should - "

Eddie cuts you off instantly, indignant that his dad knew about this before he did. "Wait, what's Uncle Wayne got to d - "

You shake your head, squeezing your grip around Eddie's hands again, "No, Eddie, please, I have something to tell you and Wayne was the only one I could talk to about wanting to tell you, and he says I should, so can you - will you - " you sigh, frustrated, looking everywhere but at Eddie. How are you supposed to talk to him about this when you barely have the words to explain it yourself?

Wayne's words come back to you,"You gotta be brave now. For him. Tell him, Y/N. If not for you, then for Eddie" and you find yourself taking a deep, deep breath, clambering up off Eddie and instead lying down beside him. He's quiet, contemplative, his dark eyes fixed on you. Still trying to figure you out even as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest, hands splayed across your back, fingers spidered to touch as much of you as he can all at once. The change in position seems to jostle something in your brain and words begin to come to you, drifting gently across the hurricane of your mind.

You're a contradiction in some ways and blessedly predictable in others. But no matter what, you're a person with whom Eddie is well versed, and he will always grace you with the time and space you need to express yourself. You do the same for him, each and every day, and for every gesture of understanding you show him, Eddie does his best to return it tenfold. Even if he's indignant and slightly offended that his Uncle got to hear you out first, got to see your emotional state at its newest and therefore rawest, he's also very happy and relieved that the two of you, two of his three most special people (Dustin being the third, the little shrimp that he is), get on well enough to be able to swap confidences. All he's ever wanted is a family, just like this. Mismatched puzzle pieces which work gloriously together.

"I'm listening, Y/N."

You know that Eddie means it. His voice has a serious edge to it, his arms are tight around you, and though he's nervous, mind racing to try to suss you out, you know that the floor is yours and it will be until you're finished. Eddie is patient, painfully so, and he'll wait for you with the same grace he gives Dustin, who always takes a paragraph to say one sentence which Eddie will have figured out long before Dustin finishes. That's who Eddie is, and he's beautiful.

You shift so that you're lying facing Eddie. He moves so that one of his arms is under your head and the other is around your waist, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. You move so that your forehead is pressed against his. Eddie makes a soft, sweet noise, it's almost an "awh" but it's closer to an "oh", and nuzzles his face against yours, making you smile so tenderly it makes you want to cry again.

"Call me Curiosity because you're killin' me here, sweetheart."

"Then call me Satisfaction so I can bring you back."

Eddie groans at the joke and you giggle, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and just breathing him in as you steel your nerves. Be brave for five minutes, Y/N, for Eddie, just like always. There was a time for joking around and there was a time for knuckling down and being serious. It is something you and Eddie know all too well. So as the laughter fades and you're both high on the sight of the other's smile, you tell Eddie what you told Uncle Wayne.

"I'm... I'm upset at this thing but not... Not necessarily in a bad way, you know?"

Eddie freezes, his body tensing up as he looks at you with a look of concentration. He looks like he's getting ready to be offended but he's still giving you the benefit of the doubt. Uncle Wayne had heard you out and Eddie will do the same. He feels like something important is coming. Something which will both lead you onto a new path. He is cautious and cynical, but he wants so badly to believe.

You're about to take the plunge, and so is Eddie. Different routes to the same place. Together.

"Okay, so," you rush to get everything out as best and as fast as you can, the way Eddie's hackles came up preemptively making you feel like you need to say it now because it's already gone on for long enough. And, really, you want to tell him, you want to explain yourself, you want Eddie to know how loved he is, so you use that panic as well as what you're feeling for the man who has your five senses captivated, surrounded, to catapult the two of you forward into that place you long to take him, for nowhere can you go where he won't follow: the truth. "I..." You draw out the monosyllable as you search for words to explain something you can barely explain to yourself. "I'm not really upset in a bad way, as I said. Like, nothing is wrong. I just... I just..." You shake your head, frustrated as all hell by the fact that you had been able to discuss this with Uncle Wayne, but with Eddie's chocolate button eyes staring at you with his strong dark brows pinched together in concentration, his hands flexing around the duvet underneath him - the urge to run away is so very strong but for you, for you, he will stay and see it through - words are failing you.

The tension is killing both of you, but neither more so than Eddie, who is not a mind reader.

If you don't tell him, he's not going to know.

That thought, of Eddie never truly knowing how much you love him, combined with the cosmic ache Uncle Wayne's words have left in your chest, sends a cold shiver of something down your spine and all of a sudden, everything spills out of you. And you let it, feeling the burden of your heart lifting as you share it with the person you want to grow old with.

"You're just really kind and sweet and good even with all the shit you've gone through and I admire you so much for how strong you are. You know when to pick your battles, you know when to run, you know when to stand your ground, you still try so hard with what you have, you do your best, you give everything you have, but through it all, you're so you and it's amazing, Eddie. You're amazing and I'm not upset, I'm just... I just love you so much and it hurts and I told Wayne before I told you because I didn't know if you would be upset in a bad way when I cried over you and he told me you wouldn't be and - "

Large hot hands seize your face, thumbs spreading to touch the space behind your ears, and two chocolate button eyes look square into yours, the galaxies within roaming until they find what they're looking for; softening into molten pools when they do. You are slightly uncomfortable with eye contact, Eddie knows, and so as soon as he sees you looking back at him, he looks at the bridge of your nose instead. But something compells you to chase his eyes and you're gifted with seeing a smile start small at a corner of his mouth and then spreading like wildfire, until the apples of his cheeks crease and his eyes almost disappear into them as Eddie smiles just as widely, just as genuinely, as you have been this entire time.

"I love you, Eddie Munson. So much and for so many things, but mostly because you're you. That's why I'm so upset - because I love you but it's too much for my body to take and I want you to see how loved and wanted and cherished you are.

Eddie practically chokes on his words, whatever they are, and the next thing you know, he's all over you, hands and lips and hair everywhere as he punctuates his rain of "I love you I love you I love you" with kisses; one confession and one kiss at a time does Eddie return the sentiment wholeheartedly to you. You're overwhelmed, desperately so, with Eddie, and you cling to him as tightly as he clings to you, both of you squeezing, squeezing, and feeling like there is nowhere else you would rather be, no one else whom you would rather be with.

"Please don't leave me, Y/N, please. Please stay." Hushed words against your skin, fingers digging, lips trailing across your collarbone, Eddie everywhere all at once. You nod, not knowing how to say it any more than you already have but still feeling like you want to cry from love, with love and because of love.

Love.

Something which has been missing for the duration of your positive upset today slams into you and you stop to take a second. You haven't commented on any of Eddie's passions, on anything he loves the most, and won't this be a sure fire way to hammer home that you love Eddie for Eddie? To say I see you, I know you and what you love, and I want to share in those things with you, is truly a gift of a sentence. Decision made and words drifting easily across your mind as if they have always been there, a somewhat devious smile grows on your lips, your eyes soft as you gaze at the man you love most of all. "'I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.'"

Eddie stiffens, pulls back just enough to look at you, and then he smiles again, he smiles just as you did, that living mask, before he nuzzles down into your body, hugging you to him like you're a pillow. He settles in for the evening, his dark curls tickling the side of your jaw, his body so tightly pressed against yours that you can feel every plane of him. With your truth, with your tears and your bravery have you brought Eddie to the point where there are no words now, there's only emotions. And that's okay, you realise as you stroke Eddie's hair, his back, as you mumble love to him and hear him say it back instantly as his hands grip your hips in comfort and grounding - for which of you, you know not, but it doesn't matter. Some things can't be explained, they can only be felt, and that's just what the both of you intend to do.

Feel and love.

[over--and-out]

Random Eddie Munson Headcanons

Part II

I've said some of these before- I know. Also please keep in mind that these are my own personal headcanons! You don't have to agree with all of them

Warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, bullying, season 4 spoilers, yes I mean ALL of season 4, mentions of self harm/ suicide

I saw somebody saying he's probably screwed all of the cheerleaders and that's why he's so nice to them? I see your headcanon and raise you: he's polite to the cheerleaders because a. He's a gentleman. B. Bet you five bucks they've stopped the football team from beating his ass at least once

He failed senior year his first time because of his mother's passing. The second year he failed was because of his father's murder trial. His mindset was quickly deteriorating and the only thing that kept him sane was the fact that Wayne fought so hard to keep Eddie.

Oh my God, Wayne.

His literal best friend ever.

Eddie was already into rock and metal and Wayne only nurtured that. Helped Eddie save up for his first guitar.

Eddie was the lead guitarist and vocalist for Corroded Coffin

Hates Mike with a passion but would never say anything about it to anybody. He doesn't wanna hurt the kids feelings.

I can't explain that one but I just have the strong feeling that he does.

Dude is a drama kid. Straight up.

That's where Hellfire is held every week, drama room

Man strives to piss everyone off. Everyone. There are no exceptions.

None.

Will legitimately zone out in the middle of ranting

Contrary to the "Eddie would let you sit on his lap at Hellfire"

NO HE WOULD NOT

Would be pissed if you did so

That is his TIME

He's way too animated for that. Man is standing up, doing little dances, acting out character actions. He is in the zone and he is in the moment. I'm telling you, if you sat on his lap while he was DMing he would not be happy.

MAYBE he would hold your waist when he asked you a question during d&d

That's it

There's little to no intimacy during Hellfire. He is all business

I'm not even kidding

Although he is a very gracious DM. Strict to certain things but he's very lenient on others. It depends.

VERY animated and imaginative. Man quotes Lord of The Rings, I don't expect any different

Speaking of LOTR, definitely only has those books because he stole them from the library

Maybe his mom really liked them so he reads them to keep a piece of her?

Bullying is a love language of his. You scared of a bug? He will chase you with one. He will tease you and make fun of you and piss you off, man doesn't realize when boundaries are being pushed too far

Half his humor consists of middle school kid jokes

Do not tell him a 'your mom' joke

Has no concept of personal space

Unless it's HIS personal space

Gets pissed off relatively easily but calms down just as easily

Will eat canned food right out of the can if he doesn't feel like cooking it

Literally only eats quick foods unless Wayne makes something

He very rarely decides he wants to cook

Cusses more than he should but also substitutes bad words so much it's funny

Sarcastic as hell

He's so chaotic I swear

Relationship/ NSFW Headcanons

Slaps your ass every chance he gets. Every chance. I'm not kidding, you're doing dishes? Smack. Standing up? Smack. Legit just standing? Smack.

Not even in a sexual way, he just knows it pisses you off so he does it

If you need something or you go to ask him for something, he automatically assumes you're asking for a kiss and gives you one that's small and quick

If you compliment him he will either deny it flat out or be a smiling mess there is no in between

Speaking of no in between, man's sex drive is either nonexistent or that's all he thinks about

If he's horny he will bother you until you give him attention

Easily made horny. I'm telling you, don't fall for it.

Per the hanky code, he's a heavy sadist top

There's no way this man is straight

Come on

"Big boy"

Are you kidding me?

Flirts wayyyyyyyyyy more than reasonable

Will flirt with other people to make you jealous

That being said he's easy to make jealous

Very protective of his lover

"Babe" and "Sweetheart" are his pet names for you

If you say his name he thinks he's in trouble

If you call him Edward? Silent anxiety. Will immediately ask you what he did wrong

Wayne snaps pictures of both of you whenever he can

Eddie is most likely demi

So by the time you're dating, you're best friends in and out

He's done some EMBARASSING things

Like

Not even kidding

You've seen him when he's been vomiting his guts out

You've seen him dealing with the after effects of an overdose

He's had some really bad episodes and you've been there through every one despite his mood swings and him telling you to fucking leave

Gets angry when he's trying to protect you

Full blown pissed

Starts yelling and screaming at you if you put yourself in danger

With as much as he flirts to piss you off, man doesn't have a disloyal bone in his body

Cheating? Might as well not even be in his dictionary

Will cheat on a test tho

Hears that you cheated on him? Won't believe it until he sees it

Defends you with every breath he has

Will run the fuck away from bullies but if something happens to you he will start some shit

I mean the most petty shit

He'll prank people, humiliate then in the hallways, even beat the shit out of somebody if he feels like it

Might be more later but please accept this while I'm working on requests. I'm sorry it's taking me so long, I've been looking for jobs and working on and off and I'm just constantly tired. I'll get your fics out as soon as possible, I promise.

[doverstar]

Some more fun facts about my husband, who I've said looks/acts a lot like a Christian version of Eddie, because I like talking about him and these just came to mind a moment ago while he was eating takeout upside-down on the floor.

He's a big hit at weddings because of how he dances. He has natural rhythm and fantastic hip movement, but it's a big hit specifically because he doesn't do any traditional dance moves. He just moves his long arms and legs in an insane way. He can dance for hours.

He was in the marching band in high school, but according to legend, he was the most problematic member. When they practiced on the football field, he would bring sunflower seeds (not allowed) and mess up the field by spitting the shells out into a huge pile wherever he'd been standing. He used to give the seeds to other band members so they could use the spit-out shells to mark their places until the field was littered with sunflower seeds and his teacher banned them from bringing snacks. Husband did it anyway and created a seed smuggling ring.

The band went to play at Disney World one year and Husband's friend joked that he wanted a pink MagicBand for the trip. The band teacher sneered at that and made some rude comment about boys and pink. So my husband went out and bought a highlighter-pink T-shirt and wore it every day of the trip when he wasn't in uniform, to the teacher's irritation.

He pretends to die sometimes when I kiss him on the cheek or head. Usually on the couch. Eyes roll up in his head, tongue lolling out.

If he's talking and he trips over something in the middle of a sentence, or misses a step on a flight of stairs, or loses his footing at all for a moment, he has a habit of making a big obnoxious show of suddenly losing all balance and ending up on the ground like a starfish. For the laugh.

Makes the husky meme face after every punchline he delivers. It's his contact photo on my phone.

He thinks Boromir is the best LOTR character and quotes him often. Paused the Two Towers movie about four times to talk loudly, at 3 AM, about Boromir and his love for Boromir, and I almost felt threatened.

At our wedding, I got him a huge viking flask made of oak to drink out of, and he takes it to D&D sessions.

He's currently reading Dragons of Autumn Twilight by Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman, something I 100% believe Eddie has read.

Calls me love, buddy, and gorgeous as nicknames.

Has a habit of drinking milk, juice, soda, etc. straight out of the jug/carton/2-liter even before it's near empty. Really likes milk.

He will get up at all hours of the night and snack on anything he can find. Goldfish, granola bars, pie in the fridge, the last of the orange juice, Cheeze-Its. He likes Trail Mix without M&Ms and when we were in the friends-to-lovers stage, I once picked out every M&M in my Trail Mix and gave it to him and he apparently kept it for a week without eating it because he liked me.

He has a collection of CDs stashed in his car that are all metal, rock, and variants of that. I think they're alphabetized.

He drove a red Mustang he named Rose (her shift knob is a resin, red rose he bought for decoration) until about five months ago. It is the loudest, most Hoodlum™ car ever and we have been pulled over for no reason more than once, because it really just makes him look like trouble. I reserve the right to dump my appreciation for my fella anywhere. But like I said, little things about him inspire a lot of my Eddie writing, so enjoy if you're interested in my inner mechanisms.

[thorniest-rose]

"so in love with him i want to puke" LITERALLY!!!!!!! SAME!!!!!!!

omg you mean about Eddie Munson??? God I KNOW, I have the biggest crush on him right now!!!! Like I'm thinking of watching S4 from the start again just for his scenes dhdhh I just really need a cute freaky tattooed nerd like him in my life who takes DND far too seriously and can quote LotR 🥵