#eddie munson x gf! x gareth

[munsonhoneybaby]

Three's Company | Eddie Munson X F!Reader X Gareth

Summary: When Gareth accidentally interrupts your typical evening with Eddie, the night takes a turn that none of you were expecting.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: 18+ mdni, alcohol consumption and heavy marijuana use so automatic dubcon, smut, mostly pwp, p in v (unprotected), voyeurism, fingering, masturbation (m), oral (f receiving), daddy kink (used a total of 5 times), hair pulling, choking, little praise, little degradation, honestly just a touch ‘a everything yk how it goes

A/N: it’s not specifically stated but gareth is about 21-22 and eddie is 23, about to turn 24. this is honestly just one big filthy mess i can’t lie, so just brace yourself. and i did throw in a lil action with gareth right at the end for all my gareth girlies out there <3

started with this idea | part two

Smoke hung densely in the air, thick clouds drifting lazily through the small bedroom. The three of you were working your way through your third joint, the windows sealed and trapping the hot, heavy air inside. Empty beer bottles sat scattered on almost every surface, a bottle of Jack Daniel’s still two-thirds full on the nightstand beside three miscellaneous coffee mugs. Yours was white with a picture of a crab and said ‘Don’t bother me I’m crabby’.

You watched your boyfriend as he tapped the joint against the rim of the ashtray before leaning over you to pass it to his drummer. The openings of the cut-off sleeves of his Led Zepplin tee flashed you the dark ink crawling across his ribs. His rings clinked against Gareth’s in the handover, just loud enough to hear over the mixtape that you’d made for you and Eddie. It wasn’t exactly designed to suit the usual mood when the guys were over– Jeff would usually be there, too– but the two of you had started the evening alone together.

Eddie had been rolling up for the night at his desk when his friend called him. Apparently, Jeff had plans with a friend from work, leaving Gareth woefully bored and lonely; on a Saturday night, no less. It had you both feeling a little sorry for him, so you told Eddie to invite him over. After grumbling under his breath– something about ‘just wanting to fuck his girl in peace’– he begrudgingly did as you suggested and your party of two became three in less than thirty minutes.

You didn’t mind, though. Whoever said two’s company and three’s a crowd must have never spent two hours sitting, drinking, smoking, and talking with Gareth and Eddie.

“Sorry again for crashing your date,” Gareth apologized to you. “If Ed told me you were here, I wouldn’t’ve come.”

Eddie stood to pour a finger or two of whiskey into his Campbell’s Soup mug and you stretched your leg out, using your sock-covered foot to nudge your own mug closer to him. “Oh, so you don’t wanna hang out with me anymore?”

He scoffed, “C’mon, you know I think you’re cool as shit.” After topping off all three drinks, Eddie handed Gareth his. “I just don’t wanna third-wheel you guys too much. ‘S a little rude and pathetic, don’t’cha think?”

The boy took a swallow with a faint grimace, then rolled the desk chair he was sitting in about a foot closer to offer you the joint. “It’s not pathetic, Gare. You’re just hanging out with friends.” The music faded out and your head lolled towards your boyfriend with a lazy grin as “One of These Nights” by Eagles began. He just shook his head at you with a little smirk, biceps flexing as he raised his arms to tie his hair back in a low ponytail. Settling himself on the bed, he let his back rest against the wall as he sat between you and where Gareth sat in his desk chair. 

You took a long drag, eyelids drooping as your head tilted against Eddie’s chest. His eyes roamed your body as it fitted to his. Your shorts were a little shorter than you’d normally wear in front of Gareth, but he couldn’t find it in himself to complain as he eyed your bare legs curling over his lap. Smoke billowed slowly from your mouth and the feel of his friend’s gaze on the two of you wasn’t enough to stop him from leaning down to breathe the rest of it in for himself, lips slotting familiarly between your parted ones. From your knee, his hand crawled slowly up the outside of your thigh to your hip. Your own fingers wandered to his exposed ribs, stroking lightly over the small date forever etched into his skin– the date you’d gotten together, almost three years ago now. 

He didn’t tell you he was getting it; he knew you’d tell him not to, that it was a bad omen, but he didn’t believe that. Maybe you’d only been together for a year at the time, but you were a part of him. In fact, he’d wanted to have your name done, but after seeing your reaction to Rick getting his girlfriend’s name tattooed he’d worried you’d tear him a new one for it. Though you had to admit, it had grown on you. Maybe after ten years, you’ll let me add your name, huh babe, he’d said when he first showed you. Now the thought had your thighs squeezing together, the way you both knew you belonged to each other– the way everyone knew.

Gareth certainly knew, unable to tear his eyes from the scene before him though he knew he’d been staring for far too long. Watching Eddie’s teeth tug on your lower lip had him gnawing at the inside of his own. A glimpse of his tongue slipping into your mouth had the younger boy’s palms sweating. It wasn’t until his breath hitched at the sight of his friend’s hand sneaking between your thighs that you finally seemed to remember he was there.

Swatting Eddie’s hands away, you passed the dwindling joint to him and fixed an apologetic look in Gareth’s direction. “Sorry, I’ll make sure he behaves.”

“It’s okay, sorry I uh- interrupted–” He cleared his throat a little awkwardly and cracked his knuckles. “You want me to roll another one?”

“Go for it.”

While he turned around at the desk, Eddie’s mouth was meeting the sensitive flesh below your ear. His tongue grazed your skin and you let out a small gasp before pinching his thigh in warning. He hissed, but that smug little smirk of his remained. 

Meanwhile, Gareth’s shaking hands were struggling not to rip the paper. He could hear all of it, even the occasional wet smack of his best friend’s mouth on your skin. Knocking back the rest of his drink, he shook his head a little and focused on finishing the task at hand. When he finally turned back around, his mouth went dry at the sight before him.

You sat comfortably between Eddie’s legs, back against his chest and head tilted to gaze up at him. He stared back at you with the same adoration, breathing in the last hit and ashing it in the tray on the nightstand. His free hand was halfway up your shirt and Gareth tried not to imagine the way his fingers must be teasing along your ribcage. He could see the blooming spot of red in the crook of your neck– which definitely wasn’t there before– slowly growing darker. So much for making sure he behaves. 

He handed Eddie the joint and lighter which earned him a crooked grin and a “good man.” He watched him place it between your lips instead, lighting it for you as the shape of his other hand moved higher beneath your baggy t-shirt. Still, he could make out how the older boy kneaded at one of your breasts beneath the fabric until you swatted at him yet again. His throat grew tight and he could only hope and pray that neither of you noticed his pants doing the same.

The two of you had always been a little handsy, and he couldn’t deny that part of him always had some trouble keeping his eyes away, but something was different tonight. Maybe you were acting a little more intimate, maybe it was the heady music you’d been playing all night– hell, maybe he was just too fucking crossed– but it was different. He was one second away from having a nervous breakdown or busting in his jeans.

Suddenly, he was struck by the deep twang of “I Want You” by The Beatles beginning. Eddie’s head fell back against the wall with a thud, “Mmm, I fuckin’ love this song. Y’know that, Gareth? She loves this song too, don’t you, sweetheart? S’that why you put it on here?”

“Shut up.” You weakly elbowed him, but both boys still caught the way your thighs squeezed together.

He chuckled, his nose dragging along your cheek as he murmured, “Yeah. My sweet girl wanted me to fuck her to this song tonight, didn’t you, baby? This one always makes her shake.” Your stomach flipped nervously as your wide eyes were forced to meet Gareth’s, your bewildered expression mirrored on his face. He went on. “Maybe we should show him, hm? I mean, since he feels so guilty ‘interrupting’ us and all. What d’you think?”

Gareth was starting to think the dream-like quality of the night was because he actually was dreaming. This is Eddie Munson. The same Eddie Munson who almost knocked a middle-aged man’s teeth out for whistling at you three months into your relationship. And now, what? He wanted to–

“Y’gonna let me fuck you in front of ‘im, sweetheart?”

By your deer-in-the-headlights expression, Gareth would assume you were just as shocked by this turn of events as he was– which you partially were. You and Eddie had mentioned once or twice the idea of letting someone watch, Gareth’s name had even been thrown around when discussing the subject over a packed bowl, but you’d had no idea he had been considering it so seriously. Still, you couldn’t deny the way Eddie’s words made the heat between your legs throb. Glancing up to meet his eyes with uncertainty, you bashfully whispered, “I-I don’t know if Gareth wants that, Eds.” 

Your boyfriend’s smirk only grew, fingers teasing at the waist of your shorts. “Don’t worry, babe, Gareth’s a dirty little pervert just like me. I mean, he’s been hard for twenty minutes.”

Finally, you glanced over at the boy in question whose face was now redder than you’d ever seen before, and his eyes immediately shot to the floor. He looked like a little boy who’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “Knock it off, you’re embarrassing him. S’okay, Gare. You’re allowed to look.”

Hesitantly, he lifted his head and his heart could’ve stopped. Eddie was tilting your chin towards him for a kiss with one hand as the other worked its way into your shorts. The glimmer of his rings in the low light caught the younger boy’s attention, eyes following them down your throat until they disappeared beneath your shirt once again. Lips leaving your boyfriend’s, you turned to him and held out the joint that had apparently stopped burning. “Wanna come get this?”

He hoped you didn’t hear the shaky breath he let out as he willed his knees not to give out and stood from his seat at the desk. “Y’sure you don’t just want me to l-light it for you?” The faint tremble in his voice matched the one in his hand as he took it from you, embarrassment warming his cheeks.

You must have noticed as you replied, “S’okay. You clearly need it more than I do, honey.” His face only grew hotter as he clocked your eyes lingering on the obvious tent in his jeans. 

Finally speaking up again, Eddie chimed, “Seriously, man. Relax a little.”

In disbelief, Gareth faintly laughed out, “Right.” Dropping back down into the desk chair, he watched you and Eddie exchange a long look, almost like some form of confirmation. A check-in. He’d always admired how the two of you communicated so effortlessly. Frankly, he admired many facets of your relationship. He and Jeff had talked more than once about how they hoped they’d be lucky enough to find a connection like yours and Eddie’s. Still, he couldn’t believe you trusted each other enough for this– that you both trusted him enough for this.

Brain still cloudy with shock, he briefly glanced around his friend’s bedroom. Almost like he had to make sure he was really there. This was really happening. While Eddie was already attempting to peel your shorts off, you refused to assist him. Gareth’s fingers clutched at the arms of the chair as you graced him with your soft gaze instead. “You sure you’re not uncomfortable, Gare? You’re okay with this?”

Simply nodding dumbly in response, he was shocked when Eddie corrected him; “Use your words, Gareth.” He said it casually, but there was a subtle firmness behind it— one he wasn’t sure he had ever heard Eddie use before, especially toward him.

What shocked him more was the way he found his body tensing in response. Afraid the words wouldn’t come out, he sheepishly cleared his throat. “Y-Yeah, I’m good. Swear.” God, could his face flush any redder? 

Your boyfriend finally forced you to lift your hips from the bed, allowing him to shove your shorts down your legs. His hands eased along your inner thighs, spreading your legs and hooking one of them over his to keep them open. Gareth was just barely able to make out the faint wet spot beginning to form on your underwear. He had to resist the urge to lean in for a closer look like some teenager watching his first porno. Eddie’s ever-wandering fingers eased over that wet spot, rubbing in soft circles around your clit.

Puffing out a soft breath from your nose, you sank further into his chest. “Feels good, huh, baby? All worked up already ‘n I’ve hardly even touched you. That excited to show off your pretty little pussy?”

“Eddieee,” You grumbled, trying again to hide your face in his chest. 

“Don’t be so embarrassed, Gareth is even more excited than you are.” Hooking his thumbs into the sides of your underwear, he asked, “How ‘bout we give him some more to work with, hm?” Taking them off, he tossed them to his friend. Said friend was a goner. He blamed his crossfaded state of autopilot for the way he instantly lifted the material to his nose and took a deep breath. Eddie chuckled, “Told ya he was a perv.”

Gareth subtly palmed at his length, practically gnawing at his lower lip as he fought not to make a sound– God forbid he interrupt as Eddie spread your legs wide, giving him an unobstructed view of your dripping pussy. Fuck, he might as well have been drooling on the floor. He could hear your wetness as your boyfriend slipped his fingers between your slick-covered lips, easing around your clit a few times. Stuck in his glassy-eyed stare, he didn’t mean to let out a broken whimper as Eddie sank two fingers inside you.

Just as he was afraid of, the older boy instantly narrowed his gaze in his direction. “Oh, we’ve got our boy on the edge of his seat right now, baby. It’s okay, Gare. I know you’ve never seen anything like my girl before, you can take your cock out. Just keep your hands to yourself.”

The way Eddie spoke to him made his whole body blaze with shame, but he still found himself doing as he was told. When he looked at you again you were watching him fumble with his belt, button, and zipper. Finally freeing himself from the confines of his jeans, his cock twitched in his hand at the sight of the intrigue in your eyes, your tongue grazing across your lower lip. You clutched at Eddie’s bicep with a soft moan, walls clenching around his fingers.

“Oh, you like that, huh? Gettin’ all wet for my best friend’s dick?” His free hand grabbed your face, your cheeks squishing under his grip. “Didn’t know my sweet girl was that fuckin’ filthy.” You whined at the sudden emptiness as Eddie withdrew his hand from between your thighs, patting your leg with a soft murmur. “On your stomach, babe.” Obediently, you rolled over and he followed, kneeling behind you to grip your hips and lift them from the bed. “‘Atta girl.”

Your face warmed as you and Gareth looked at each other– you on your knees with your chest flush to the mattress and him with his pants just below his hips, his hand fisting his cock. Then Eddie’s fingers were knuckle-deep inside you again, curling into spots that only he had ever been able to find. Your hand shot back to grab at his thigh and you let out a surprised, gasping moan. “Daddy…”

While Gareth let out a quiet groan, Eddie just gave a low, condescending laugh. “Aw, sweetheart. I wasn’t even gonna tell ‘im. I didn’t wanna embarrass you too much, but you just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Letting out little puffy breaths, your eyes welled with tears. Normally he would take this as an excuse to tease you further, but he didn’t want you getting too worked up with the added pressure of his friend’s presence. His hand rubbed soothingly over your back, “My little crybaby. It’s okay, Daddy’s here.” Your body relaxed, spine sinking deeper into its arch as his touch warmed your skin. “Would ya look at that?” Not that he had to ask; Gareth couldn’t stop looking. “She’s just such a sweet girl for me. Ain’t that right, baby? And so pretty. One of a kind, my girl.”

Taking in the scene before him, Gareth could only hope that wasn’t true. Because he wanted you– no, he wanted this. This thing, this passion and love that you two have for each other. Even as obscene a display as it was, he felt like he was witnessing something sacred, something holy. He was blessed further when Eddie brought you back to stand on your knees, your back to his chest as he lifted your shirt over your head.

Completely bare for both of them to gawk at, you were pointedly aware of your boyfriend’s fully clothed form behind you. He pinched teasingly at your nipple, making you arch further into him and grab at the hem of his shirt. Clawing for the skin just beneath it, you finally pleaded, “Take your clothes off.”

His eyes narrowed playfully; he just couldn’t help himself. “What do you say?”

“Please, Daddy,” You whined quietly with a pout.

With a quick wink and a crooked smirk, he crossed his arms to pull the ragged material over his head. You didn’t hesitate to seek out any inch of skin you could touch, a tremble licking down your spine as the soft warmth of his bare chest molded to it. Hands still pawing at your tits, his mouth worked its way down the length of your neck. “I love you,” He murmured against your shoulder, tone playful but still drenched in adoration.

“Love you more, Eddie.” 

“Impossible,” He whispered in return before leaving one more kiss. “Now, back down.” Goosebumps erupted at the touch of his rings on your back, guiding you down until your chest met his bed once again. “Isn’t she such a good listener?”

Gareth was almost nervous to say anything– like any answer he gave could be the wrong one, and the wrong one might get the shit knocked out of him. So, why did his stomach tighten when Eddie looked at him expectantly for an answer? “So good.”

“Just wait til you hear how she sounds.” Eddie finally pushed his sweatpants down to his thighs, rubbing the head of his cock through your wetness and drawing a surprised gasp from you. “You ready for me, baby?”

“Yes,” You breathed out impatiently.

Finally sinking inside, he didn’t stop until his hips were flush with your ass. Gareth’s hand stilled, fingers tightened around the base of his length to keep from coming too soon. Each slow thrust pushed your hips forward, emphasizing the perfect arch of your back. Your eyebrows were furrowed slightly, but he could still hear your moans from behind the pillow you were clutching. That didn’t last long as your boyfriend laced a hand into your hair, pulling your head back just enough to uncover your mouth. “Don’t hide those pretty sounds, babe. We wanna hear ‘em.” 

Eddie. His best friend, his brother, his mentor, his frontman, his dungeon master. He had never thought of Eddie like this. He had never seen Eddie like this. His frizzy curls falling out of the messy ponytail at the nape of his neck, tattoos on display, muscles in his arm flexing as he gripped your hair. Sure, he’d always thought he was a pretty good-looking guy, but now Gareth was beginning to wonder how he hadn’t thought about this before.

And the two of you together? Christ, you were a work of art. He wanted to frame this moment– capture it, bottle it, sear it into his brain so he’d remember every detail exactly as it was. The way the flesh of your thighs trembled with every movement, how Eddie’s sweat mixed with yours to make your skin glisten in the dim glow of the lamps, all of it made his body burn with need. Then Eddie was speaking again.

“God, you always feel so fucking good. My girl, made just f’me, huh?”

“Yes, Daddy,” You breathed out with a whimper. “Fuck, you’re s’deep.”

“I know, baby. I know,” He cooed sympathetically. “You c’n take it, though. Always do, don’t you?”

Gareth could see how your wetness further matted the dark hair around the base of Eddie’s length with every thrust, how the slick was just beginning to reach your thighs. Each moan you let out was more broken and drawn out than the last. That was until Eddie’s hand settled around your throat, urging you to lean back into him once more, and your moans turned to shaky, gasping whines. The ringed fingers of his other hand squeezed at your breast before mapping a path directly to your clit, circling it with practiced precision. With the way your stomach trembled in response, the boy didn’t think you’d last much longer. 

He almost thought he’d spoken his thoughts aloud when Eddie asked, “Aw, you gettin’ close already? C’n feel it, baby. Having an audience really working you up that much?” He grasped your face, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Knew you were my little freak, sweetheart, but c’mon. You’re just as dirty as me and Gare.” Gareth himself felt guilty with how your face crumpled in shame, but Eddie only smirked as he kissed your temple and inched his hand lower to squeeze at the sides of your throat. “It’s okay, baby. You’re bein’ such a good girl for Daddy. So, so good f’me. Just need you to come for me now.”

Red lines and crescent-shaped indents littered his arms as you uselessly pleaded for exactly what he was already giving you. Your head fell to the side only for you to lock eyes with Gareth, though he didn’t seem to be in much better shape than you were. The pale sliver of his chest that was visible had turned the same vibrant red his cheeks had been all night. His hand, fisted tightly around his cock, was moving in time with Eddie’s thrusts as arousal all but dripped over his knuckles. The sight ripped another shuddering moan from you.

Darkness encroached on the edges of your vision as Eddie finally felt your walls spasm around him. Your nails bit into his skin so hard it nearly broke, but it only encouraged him to hold you tighter as you tensed in his arms. “Fuck yes, there it is. Feel so fuckin’ good when you’re comin’ around me, sweetheart.”

“Eddie,” You cried, “Please. Come inside me, I need it.” 

Though he tried to hold it back, a ragged groan tore itself from Gareth’s throat. Spurts of come stained his shirt as he fought to keep his eyes on the scene before him, but he couldn’t help but let his head fall back against the seat. He’d never felt so good. His veins were thrumming with weed and whiskey, so much so that the room still spun when he closed his eyes. But the pleasure still throbbing dully through his body like an ache wasn’t from the booze or the joints. 

The blurriness cleared from his vision just in time to watch Eddie pull you in for a messy, desperate kiss. One hand cradled your jaw while the other clutched at your hip, pressing himself as deep inside of you as possible as he came. 

Quiet sighs and pants filled the room as the three of you collectively caught your breath. Gareth just watched as you both melted into one another. Eddie’s palms soothed over every inch of your skin he could reach, and he whispered one last crazy idea in your ear– one that was somehow even crazier than the idea that had brought you all to this moment. Though the suggestion made your eyes widen and your stomach tie itself in a knot, the way you clenched around him in response compelled you to agree.

Carefully pulling out he planted one last kiss on your shoulder, allowing you to lay back against the pillows as he fixed his sweats and turned to his friend who still seemed to be recovering. “How ‘bout you come ‘n help me clean her up, Gare?” 

The boy froze in his seat, length twitching where he’d tucked himself back into his unzipped jeans. “W-What?”

“Before I change my mind,” Eddie singsonged simply in return.

Limbs weak, he quickly stood from the desk chair, sending it knocking back into the desk. Hesitantly, his knee met the edge of the mattress and he looked between the two of you for reassurance.

“It’s okay, Gareth,” You murmured softly. “As long as you’re okay.”

“Did so good for us,” Eddie cooed in agreement. He stared as his drummer slowly knelt between his girlfriend’s spread thighs, fingers winding into the boy’s hair encouragingly. “Thought you deserved a little treat.”

Gareth’s heavy eyes fell shut when he finally had the taste of you– of both of you– on his tongue, lapping up your shared mess before sinking inside. His fingers dug into the flesh of your hips and thighs as he mouthed urgently at your wetness. “Tastes so good,” He panted into your skin.

“What does?” Your boyfriend asked, giving his unruly locks a little tug. “Her come, or mine?”

He only moaned in answer, tongue laving over your abused clit.

It felt wrong, looking down and seeing someone else’s head between your legs, but it only made that coil in your stomach grow even tighter. “Fuck, Eddie.”

“Ah, ah, don’t be rude, baby. It’s not me this time. Let ‘im hear you say his name.”

A humiliated whine escaped you, as though admitting it aloud was more shameful than inviting him to do it in the first place. “Gareth,” You finally moaned out pitifully, your hand winding into his hair alongside Eddie’s. “You’re gonna make me come again.”

“Oh, he’d be fucking honored, babe,” Eddie chuckled smugly. Leaning over you, he left a slow, deep kiss on your lips before dipping lower to your breasts. His tongue teased at your nipple before his lips wrapped around it completely, calloused fingers finding the other. He only pulled back briefly to murmur, “Go on, sweetheart. Come for us.”

The feeling of two mouths, two sets of wandering hands, was overwhelming. Your thighs closed around Gareth’s head as your hands wound into both his hair and Eddie’s. He could feel your walls clench and your clit throb against his tongue and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He would’ve happily stayed there forever, drunkenly licking up every drop of tangy arousal that you released, but as your muscles began to twitch, Eddie gave one final pull to his hair that let him know his fun was over.

For a moment, it was quiet save for the low, bassy thrum of the music still playing. Then Eddie was up, grabbing a clean t-shirt and a pair of sweats and pressing them against Gareth’s chest for him to take. “You did good, Gare. Real good, alright?” He rubbed a hand over the boy’s shoulder comfortingly. “Go ahead to the bathroom ‘n get cleaned up, ‘kay? We’ll get you settled in for the night.” Cheeks warm from the praise, Gareth just nodded, heading for the hallway while you and Eddie finally got a second alone. Gazing down at you, he brushed your hair back from your face, trying to read every facet of your expression. “Are you okay? I didn’t push you too hard, did I? That wasn’t too much?”

“No, Eds, I’m okay. I liked it, it was good.” You nodded reassuringly. Still, he raised an eyebrow questioningly, holding out his pinkie which you locked yours with. “Promise,” You whispered. “Are you sure Gareth’s okay, though? Things won’t be weird with him from now on?”

“No, baby, I’ll talk to him. Don’t worry.” He pressed a long kiss to your forehead and grabbed you a bottle of water from the nightstand. “‘M gonna go make him a bed on the couch, alright? I’ll be right back.” You pouted out your lips for one last peck but let him go out to the living room while you gingerly got up to put clothes on.

Eddie was spreading a blanket over the couch when Gareth finally came out of the bathroom. On the table beside him sat a bag of chips, a bottle of water, and a couple of Tylenol. Sitting down, he patted the space to his left and asked, “You okay? I should’a talked to you both more before I dove into all that, I’m sorry.”

“No, please don’t apologize–” He took a much-needed drink of water and shook his head. “Trust me, I-I had…I had a great time. And I won’t make things weird, or like– tell anybody, I swear. I’m sure it’ll all be fuzzy in the morning anyway. Did you guys…?” 

“We had fun, man, don’t sweat it.”

“Oh, we definitely had fun,” You agreed as you joined them. You settled on Gareth’s other side, nudging his shoulder with yours. “Thanks for being so cool about everything, I don’t think we could’ve trusted the other guys with something like this.”

“Well, thank you for trusting me,” He answered gratefully. 

“My right-hand man,” Eddie reminded him as he stood, clapping a hand over his shoulder. 

You playfully rolled your eyes at the sentiment, but kept a good-natured smile as you leaned over to peck the boy’s cheek. “Get some sleep, alright? Sweet dreams, Gare.”

As if anything could be sweeter than the taste of the two of you still lingering on his tongue when he closed his eyes and drifted off.

part two

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BE MY VALENTINE — stranger things

PAIRINGS: eddie munson x gf!reader

SUMMARY: eddie surprises you for Valentine’s Day even though you know how much he hates the holiday.

WARNINGS: afab reader. cuteness overload. one sexual joke.

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

“Valentine’s Day is just for companies to make more money by forcing people to buy stuff for their partners.” Eddie rants as he stuffed his face with pretzels.

Gareth and Jeff nod their heads in agreement. “Totally man, Sarah wants me to buy all this bullshit for her like flowers and chocolate just because of this dumb holiday.” Jeff scoffed.

You sat there listening to them go on about the stupidity of Valentine’s Day. You’ve known Eddie since you were young, as his uncle was friends with your dad, so you knew about his feelings for Valentine’s Day.

“Like, why do I have to buy my girlfriend all this bullshit when I can do that throughout the year.” Eddie mentioned.

Your head turned to him and eyes squinted to a glare, “yet, you don’t.”

“But I could.” He said with an annoying smile, to which you scoffed.

“Valentine’s Day is a day to spead time with your partner and acknowledge your love for each other, I think it’s sweet.” You told the boys, “yeah, I sent suzie her favorite chocolate and made her some flowers out of paper!” Dustin said, with a proud smile on his face.

“See, Dustin gets it.” You point out.

“Whatever..” Eddie and Jeff rolled their eyes and changed the conversation to their upcoming DnD campaign.

ONE WEEK LATER. VALENTINES DAY.

You sat in your room, laying on your floral sheets as you watched a romance movie as you munched on some popcorn. Your first Valentine’s Day with Eddie and you aren’t even hanging out with him, how upsetting.

The characters began professing their love for each other and you watching in boredom as your boyfriend couldn’t even do that.

Eddie wasn’t very open about his feelings, and he was often nervous about talking about them. You couldn’t blame him, you loved him the way he was.

A loud bang from your window pulled you from your thoughts. You rushed over to your window to open it and see Eddie standing outside of it with a big bouquet of roses.

“Holy shit, what are you doing here?” You asked as you smiled at him. He was dressed up in decent clothing. A nice and clean tshirt with a pair of black jeans and a leather jacket. You stepped aside as he climbed into your room, roughing up the flowers a little.

“Get dressed sweetheart, we’re going out.” He panted with a smile, brushing off his clothes.

“What? Why?” You questioned. “Because it’s Valentine’s Day, isn’t it?”

“But I thought you hated Valentine’s Day?” You asked with a confused expression, fiddling with your fingers.

“Yeah, but my love for you is stronger than my hate for Valentine’s Day.” He said, sitting the roses on your bed.

“Really?” You said excitedly, to which he nodded with a smile. You squealed and began jumping up and down over to your closet. You searched through your clothes for a nice dress, finding a pink floral one in the back.

You ran to the bathroom and threw on the dress and fixed your hair. You opened the drawer and grabbed some mascara and brushed on some your eye lashes, not having time for a full face of makeup.

You walked back into your room and grabbed some wedged heels from your closet. “Well, aren’t you the most beautiful girl in the world..” he grabbed your waist and pulled you into his chest from behind, pressing a kiss to your cheek. You giggled as his soft lips pecked your skin.

You moved towards your dresser and grabbed your favorite perfume and spritzed some on.

“Ready?” He asked. “Yep!” You smiled at yourself in the mirror. You both climbed out of your window and shut it before walking to his car that was parked beside your house.

He ran up to the passenger seat and opened your door, “m’lady,” he bowed. You laughed,”thank you, kind sir.” You said before bowing yourself.

You hopping into the car and sat as he ran to his side and hopping into his seat. He started the car and began to drive away, “Where are we going?” You asked, “The diner on Main Street.” He said with a smile as he turned his gaze to you. Your face lit up, that diner was the place you had your first date, “Eddie, you didn’t..”

“I did, asked them to reserve the same booth we sat in too.” He added. You stared at him in awe, This wasn’t the man who hated Valentine’s Day just a week ago.

“Why are you doing this? You don’t have to do this when you and I both know you hate it.” You said, but he stopped you. “I was being a dickhead last week. Yes, I think Valentine’s Day is mostly stupid but I love you and I want to do something special because I know you love Valentine’s Day.”

You pouted you lips as your heart bursted in joy, “I love you so much.” You confessed. He took your hand in his and brought it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on the back of your hand, “I love you too, beautiful girl.” He turned onto Main Street and parked on the side of the road by the entrance to the diner. He laid your hand on the consul and jumped out of the car to open your door for you again.

You smiled and took his hand and you both stepped into the colorful diner, the smell of burgers filling your noise and 80s music filling your ears.

“Eddie, hey!” The manager, Dillon said from behind the counter.

“Sup man!” Eddie replied before leading you to your table that he had saved for the two of you. You seat yourselves on either side of each other.

Dillon brings over menus for you both and you scan the menu over, looking at all the delicious greasy dishes listed.

“Order whatever you want, baby. It’s on me.” Eddie mentioned, you look up from your menu, “are you sure? I can pay…you already bought me flowers so just-“ you began before he cut you off, “No, everything is on me tonight. I gotta spoil my girl every now and then.” He smiled. You sighed, gazing back at your slightly sticky menu.

The cheeseburger sounded amazing, the diner food was always good, especially their burgers. You saw they were having a sale on their milkshakes for Valentine’s Day, $1.50 all flavor milkshakes.

“Baby, look!” You said as you pointed to the advertisement. He looked up and read the sale, he nodded, “get one, I’ll get one too.” He said as Dillon came back to the booth.

“So, what can I get for you guys?” He asked as he held up his notepad.

“I’m gonna get a bacon cheeseburger with fries and a strawberry milkshake.” Eddie said as he closed the menu.

“And for you?” Dillon asked, “I’m thinking a cheeseburger with fries and a vanilla milkshake.” You said, Dillon nodded and walked away with your orders.

Eddie grimaced, “Vanilla? So basic.” He joked to which you scoffed, “Ok Mr. Strawberry. I’m basic?” You asked as you tilted your head, “at least I’m getting my fruit in for the day.” He said, you bursted out laughed at his words, “oh yeah, totally. So healthy.” You giggled.

After a few minutes go by and chatter between the two of you continued, your food came out. The burgers were huge and the fries were stacked up. Your milk shakes had a mountain of whipped cream on top with a cherry to finish it off.

“Enjoy.” Dillon said with a smile as he walked away with his now empty tray.

Eddie quickly stole your cherry off your milkshake, “Eddie!” You exclaimed as you kicked his leg with your foot.

“Ow!” He yelped. You took your finger and flicked some whipped cream on your finger off his milkshake and into your mouth.

“Woah, no fair!” He exclaimed, you smiled at him “don’t worry, that’s not the only cream of yours I’ll be stealing tonight.” He began coughing, choking on his own saliva. “Jesus, baby. Not here..” he looked around to see if anyone heard, though everyone was busy eating and chatting amongst themselves.

When his eyes drew back to you, you shot him a small wink as you dug into your burger. You both ate your burgers and conversed about the most random things, laughs were shared and you felt happier than ever. Dates with Eddie were always fun, and they ended even better.

As you finished up and Eddie paid, you walk out to his van hand in hand. “Thank you, Eddie. I had fun tonight.” You said as you pressed a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“I did too, sweetheart. I love you, you know.” He confessed. You smiled, “I love you too, Eddie. So much.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Eddie.”

[forever-rogue]

hello! I hope you’re having a fantastic week😌

I was wondering if I could request something? Maybe Eddie having a soft gf and she goes to one of his band’s concerts and just rocks out and has the best time and Eddie is just in awe bc his soft girl is singing along and jumping with the rest of the crowd?

AN | I am so soft for Eddie and his sweet girl🥺🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.6k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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"No fucking way," Gareth's statement caused Eddie's attention to leave the guitar he was tuning to the other boy. His brow furrowed as he tried to figure out what had prompted the outburst, "we have a few…interesting fans in the crowd."

Eddie peeked around the moth-eaten curtains of the Hideout's stage, scanning the crowd. All the regulars were there, a few new faces that he doubted were there for them, but then, sitting towards the back he spotted you. He'd recognize that pretty pastel pink sweater just about anywhere.

You were sitting there with your good friend Robin Buckley, the two of you giggling about something. 

"Ahh," he feigned confusion as he looked back at his friend. Gareth scoffed and shook his head, "what's wrong with some fresh blood?"

"They shouldn't be here," he shook his head, "they're probably just coming to make fun of us."

“Relax my sweet summer child,” he gave his friend’s shoulder a squeeze before casting one last look out into the audience. You must have felt him looking because you turned your head and caught his eye, the smile on your large and breathtaking. He shot you a quick wink which prompted you to shyly turn your head, “I think we’ll be just fine. Not everyone is always out to get us.”

Gareth opened and closed his mouth a few times, confused by his friend’s sudden cheery and positive demeanor. He swallowed any remarks that were on the tip of his tongue and followed Eddie backstage to finish setting up. 

“If you weren’t so cute, I’d say you were disgusting,” Robin teased as she clinked the rim of her warm beer glass against yours. They might have been lax about selling beer to the underage, but they made up for it with shitty quality.

“Why?” you asked softly, knowing you weren’t able to hide anything from her. She grinned before nudging your arm, “I just really like him is all.”

“I can see that,” her voice had a singsong lilt to it that made your heart flutter, “you’re in love with Eddie Munson. I think that’s adorable.”

“I didn’t take you for such a romantic,” you shook your head softly, “thought that was Stevie’s job?”

“The dingus isn’t romantic,” she joked, “he’s just pathetic. I’m the romantic one. Besides you apparently. Never thought Munson would be your type.”

“I don’t think I have a type.”

“Well, if you did have one, I’d think he would be the last man you’d go for,” she teased as you took the cheap, terrible beer and took a long sip, “you’re so…soft and gentle. Like…Marie from the Aristocats. I mean, your favorite color is pastel pink and you wear pretty dresses all the time. He’s the exact opposite…black leather and metal. Not that that’s a bad thing of course. It’s just..interesting. But I can see how happy you make each other, and that’s all that matters.”

“He does,” you agreed softly, “he makes me so happy. I…I love him a lot, Robin.”

“Love,” she sighed wistfully, “you’re precious, cutie.”

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Eddie never really paid much attention to the crowd during their weekly little gigs. It was a multifaceted thing; there were usually the regulars in attendance and it kept him focused on playing. But tonight? Tonight was different - tonight had him staring out in the crowd more often than not.

Why? You were the reason, pure and simple. You were no stranger to Corroded Coffin’s music, having listened to Eddie practice many times, watching as he strummed away on his guitar and sang softly. But he’d never realized just how intently you had apparently been listening to him. 

Every time he looked through the small sea of people and found you, you were singing along with him, bobbing your head happily and swaying in your seat. The normal adrenaline that he felt from performing was doubled and then some from seeing you; he was pretty sure his heart was full to bursting. At one point, you’d caught his eye and waved, with a beaming smile on your face. Was it possible for him to fall even more in love with you? He was pretty sure he did then and there. 

He was pretty sure that was their best show ever; maybe his sweet, soft girl was his good luck charm.

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It took the boys a little while to pack up and get ready to leave, but when they started to walk through the place, he found you sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of cola as you waited. Steve had come to pick the two of you up, but you’d stayed behind and promised you’d get home safe. Steve didn’t know that you were dating Eddie Munson and you weren’t in the mood to go through all of that tonight. All you wanted was to see Eddie, to hug him and to kiss him.

You slurped up the last of the syrupy liquid when you saw that familiar mop of curls from the corner of your eye. You swiveled in your stool before sliding down and almost running over to him. He set down his guitar case just in time to catch you and wrap you up tightly in his arms. 

“Eddie bear!” you sounded so excited as he squeezed you tightly, inhaling your soft smell that always made him melt. You pulled back and put your hands on his shoulders before leaning up to press a small kiss to his lips, “you guys were amazing! You did so well!”

“Really?” his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of pink as you nodded eagerly, unable to stop yourself from peppering kisses all over his pretty face, “you think so, pretty girl?”

“I know so,” you promised. You opened your mouth to say something else, but were quickly stopped when you heard a few small sounds of surprise. You looked behind your boyfriend and spied the rest of his bandmates standing there with various looks of surprise on their faces. Your face warmed up as you held up your hand in a small, tentative little wave, “hiya!”

“Are you…lost?” you couldn’t help but giggle at Gareth’s question as Eddie turned around and looked at him in amusement, “Eds? Are you…”

“Dating? Yes,” he answered as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side, placing a kiss to the crown of your head. You looked up at him with nothing short of pure reverent adoration, “that’s why she was here tonight. Not to make fun of us.”

“What?” you looked between the two of them in surprise, “I would never! You guys, all of you, were amazing tonight. I really enjoyed all of it. I’d love to come to more shows, as long as its not a bother.”

“Totally,” Gareth held out his hand to you and you eagerly fistbumped him in return, “never thought someone like you…or anyone would date Munson!”

“Very funny,” Eddie lightly smacked the side of his head with a laugh, “dick.”

“Well,” you wrapped your around Eddie’s waist and snuggled into him, “I happen to love him very much.”

“I guess opposites really do attract!”

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“Is something wrong?” you reached over and gently brushed a few rogue locks of hair out of his face. Eddie turned to you with those big, brown eyes looking worried, “you’ve been quiet since we’ve gotten back.”

“‘m fine, angel,” he promised as the corners of his mouth quirked up into a small smile, “really.”

“D-did I do something?” his face fell at the worried expression on your face, “should I not have come tonight? Was I too much?”

“No, no, no,” he shook his head fervently as you loosened up slightly. He shifted on his bed so he was facing you. Eddie tenderly took your face into his hands before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “it’s just that…back at the bar. Y-you said you loved me. Did you mean it?”

Oh. Oh. You hadn’t really thought about it when you’d just said it out loud. The two of you had been dating for some time, and you were positive you loved Eddie…but you’d never exchanged those three little words. You showed him how much you loved him through your actions everyday but there was still something special about hearing you say it. 

After a moment of hesitation, you grinned at him softly before nodding, “yes. Of course I did, Eddie. I love you. I really, really do.”

He felt a slight stinging at the back of his eyes as you touched his face and tenderly brushed your thumb over his cheek. He took your hand in his much larger one and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, “I love you too, angel. Lots and lots.”

“I know, Eddie bear,” you whispered, moving to wrap your arms around him and accidentally pushed him over so he was on his back with you on top of him. The two of you broke into a fit of giggles as you looked down at him with a wistful little sigh, “you’re so wonderful. I love you in every way, my sweet boy.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Duh,” you teased softly, “always, Eddie Munson.”

“Always sounds perfect to me.”

[bellaramseysgf]

I promise you (S.H)

Warning(s): angst!,best friends to lovers trope,dramatic love confession,kissing.

Pairing(s); Steve Harrington X (Afab) Fem! Reader

Summary; you figure out why Steve’s so upset with you.

A/n dedicated to the one and only @ariesl0ves3ddiemuns0n <3 obviously this is a modern au since she has a phone!

Didn’t proofread this bc I’m busy but I hope you like it aries🥺

You walked through the school in search of Steve he was your ride and he promised to stay late so he could take you home. You had soccer practice, on your way down the hall you were suddenly jerked into a closet.

“What the fuck- Munson. What do you want??” You huffed and he flicked on the light. “I need a favor” you crossed your arms “I don’t owe you one.” He twisted his mouth up and sighed “well now I’d owe you, cmon it’s serious. Gareth is sick and he have a show Friday. Please please please please-” “Jesus! I’ll have to check my schedule I can’t promise anything but I’ll let you know tomorrow okay?” Eddie threw his arms around you “thank you thank you thank you” you shoved him off “yeah, yeah” with that the pair of you left the closet together. Just in time for Steve to see you.

“Steve! There you are. I was looking for you” “Harrington” Eddie said as he passed him. “What was that about?” Steve questioned and you rolled your eyes “he needed a favor. You ready?” Steve nodded and lead you out to his car. “So change of plans I got called into work, do you mind hanging out for a bit?“ you groaned “but I kinda wanna shower and nap” Steve slid into the car “I’ll let you watch any movies you want” “deal.” You say your bag into the back.

The next few days steve kept acting weird. After checking you didn’t have anything to do Friday you told Eddie you could cover for Gareth. You spent most of your time after school with him and his band practicing since you didn’t know any of their songs. You told Steve he didn’t need to pick you up since eddie had it covered and since then it’s been off.

Last time you saw him he did nothing but argue with you about Eddie. Saying to just spend time with them and a load of bullshit and now, Anytime you text Steve he always leave you on read or replied with a simple “I’m busy can’t talk” even though you know he’s not at work. You tried to just chalk it up to him being him but the more it happened the worse it had you feeling. You liked Steve, really really liked him. You decided to try one more time to text him.

Stevie Boy

Y: Hey, I’m gonna go get ice cream you or Robin wanna tag along?

S: it’s just you?

Y: well no, it’s me,Jeff,Eddie and bradlee

S: no nevermind we are good.

Y: uhm I’m gonna be playing the drums for them this Friday if you wanna come.

S: can’t talk I’m busy, probably won’t make it.

You sighed and Eddie saw how deflated you looked telling the other members to just go ahead. “You alright kiddo?” You huffed “kiddo? Eddie we are only 2 years apart” he smiled “still makes you a kid” you rolled your eyes “I’m 18 not 2” “you act like a 2 year old sometimes” you smiled at his teasing and he sat down on a couch inside the garage. “Cmon, talk to me what’s wrong” you sighed and walked over sitting next to him.

“You know Steve?” He nodded “right your little lover boy” you snorted “he’s not my anything” Eddie raised his brow “so you mean to tell me you two aren’t together?” You shook your head “what made you think we were?” You asked and Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. “Eddie.” You said sternly “it’s just…he showed up at my place a few days back and said that I better stay away that you two were together” you shot up “HE WHAT!” You yelled. Eddie tugged you to sit back down “shhhhh! I assumed it was true. You look at him like he hung the moon and stars. I know you like him” you cross your arms and huff.

“I think he really likes you too. He’s just being stupid about the whole thing. Can you blame the guy? Last time he had a gf she called their relationship bullshit and then hooked up with the guy who literally violated her privacy” you relaxed a bit and sighed. “He’s being distant and I don’t know why.” You pulled up your phone and flicked it open showing him the texts. “You’re so clueless.” “What!” You huffed.

“You keep mentioning me. The dudes probably jealous” you looked at him “why would he be jealous of you?” Eddie looked offended “Uhm, rude. I’m very good looking” you blinked at him “Eddie.” “Yes?” “You literally have a boyfriend.” Eddie chuckles and shrugs “eh, just sayin” you rolled your eyes and punched his arm. “Just be honest with him okay? That’s all you can do.” You nodded and hugged him. “Could you take me to the video store?” He nodded “sure.”

You climbed out of Eddie’s van and stormed your way into the video store. “You.” You said pointing at Steve. “I don’t have time for your games y/n” you ignored him and walked around the counter “hey robin” she smiled “oh hey y-” robin froze when she watched as you grabbed the back of Steve’s head and kissed him.

Steve froze for a second before his eyes fluttered closed and his arm wrapped around your back holding your waist. Eddie walked in and cheer “FINALLY!” He threw his hands up and robin just stared impressed you did that. You pulled back from his lips and smiled at him “if you liked me you could’ve just said that instead of being a prick” Steve chuckled and leaned down to kiss you again.

You welcomed his lips on yours it was soft and he tasted like mint. You were definitely getting lost in each other only pulling away to the sound of Robin clearing her throat. “Listen, As happy as I am for you dingus we have to work.” You smiled at him “my fault, I apologize” Steve kissed your cheek gently “I’ll see you tomorrow” Steve nodded and rather reluctantly let go of you.

[munsonhoneybaby]

I SWEAR IT’S ACTUALLY HAPPENING THIS TIME

Three’s Company will go up either later tonight or sometime tomorrow!! ty to those who have patiently waited for this idea to come to fruition lol

if anybody wants to be tagged pls lmk i’d be happy to do so :) i may tag those who asked to be on my taglist for too much in common just in case y’all are interested <3

[munsonhoneybaby]

when i’ve already promoted this fic with a certain name and now i’m remembering a detail in the fic that makes me want to name it smth else 😀

thinking about getting crossed with your boyfriend eddie and his friend gareth

eddie asks if he can fuck you in front of him and you agree a little embarrassedly

“don’t worry, sweetheart, gare’s a dirty little pervert just like me.” then he’d toss your panties to gareth who’d bury his nose in them.

when gareth rubs his hand over the front of his jeans, eddie snorts a bit. “you can get your dick out, dude. you’ve never seen anything like my girl, i’m not gonna blue balls you like that; just keep your hands to yourself.” at his friend’s hesitance, he continued, “don’t worry. she’ll probably even like it.”

you’re on your knees, back arched and whining into the sheets. he’s sitting on the couch across from your bed, slowly jerking his cock while eddie’s fingertips massage your g-spot. “fuck she’s getting so much wetter, man,” he chuckled. “told you she would. just wait til you hear how she really fuckin’ sounds.”

[munsonhoneybaby]

𝔢𝔡𝔡𝔦𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

𓆸 indicates smut

❥ indicates sequel to previous fic

Series + Two-Parters

𓆸 Too Much in Common

𓆸 Three’s Company

❥ 𓆸 Another Indiana Night

One-Shots

𓆸 Harrington’s Party

𓆸 Smoking Buddies

Beginning Traditions

Blurbs, Headcanons, Etc.

𓆸 Laundry Day

𓆸 The Fishnet Promise (tmic)

‘I Love You’s (tmic)

Meeting Wayne (tmic)

Becoming a Henderson (tmic)

Lounging in Bed

Steddie Eating You Out

[munsonhoneybaby]

hey queen i really have loved and enjoyed the gareth representation to the eddie girlies!! you write so insanely well ive reread it like fifty times 😭

i was just wondering if there’s a part two for it!! no pressure at all i’m just curious 💝

ugh tysm for reading it makes me so happy that people are still seeing Three’s Company months later— there is a part two in the works for it!! i’ve just had a really rough time writing regularly and inspiration has been few and far between unfortunately :/ i love what i have written tho and i would really like to get it finished and posted as soon as possible!!! <3

[munsonhoneybaby]

i got 189 words down…it’s not much but it’s something!!

[munsonhoneybaby]

can i get an opinion? do y’all like when i include specific songs playing during scenes like in this fic and tmic?? cause i was gonna do it again but i was curious what people thought

thoughts rn are mary jane’s last dance by tom petty and those shoes by eagles 🤭

guys there’s a sequel to Three’s Company early in the works now what in the actual shit am i doing 🤠

[munsonhoneybaby]

a kinda shitty lil edit i made of our boys for the slowly upcoming fic <3

[munsonhoneybaby]

re-pinning three’s company cause i’m trying SO HARD guys you don’t even understand

I YEARN TO WRITE i just never have any free time anymore— i’m never alone and when i am i’m cleaning something or trying to get a work out in or just laying in bed trying to sleep

i finally wrote like…2 sentences the other day but it’s the first thing i’ve gotten down for this fic since like the first week of may so it’s something!!

[munsonhoneybaby]

does anybody that’s read three’s company wanna talk to me a lil about the sequel? i want some opinions 🤭

[munsonhoneybaby]

me when i finally write something and then i look two paragraphs back and find the same sentence:

[munsonhoneybaby]

half the shit i’ve got down for this is so poetic OR so silly that i love it and i wish i could just post it now without having to finish it…but alas…

me, drunk and finally having the inspo to write but struggling to hit the right keys:

[munsonhoneybaby]

guys there’s a sequel to Three’s Company early in the works now what in the actual shit am i doing 🤠