Thinking About Your Older Bf!simon That Cannot Cope With Being Far From You.

i’m your favourite ; eddie munson

synopsis: eddie’s insecurities always make him question whether or not he really deserves you, but he knows he can count on you to continuously prove him wrong.

warnings: mentions of insecurities in terms of looks & relationship dynamics, few swear words, fem!reader in mind, reader has a mom, dad & little sister, established relationship, lil heated moments

note: inspired by role model’s song “scumbag” (if you haven’t listened to his latest album “kansas anymore” go do it!!!)

“i’m a train wreck, i’m a cigarette. i’m the side that no one’s rooting for. but you stand by me.”

“eds? did you hear me?”.

quickly blinking his eyes, eddie took in his surroundings & came back to reality. pressing a faint kiss to your hair, he nodded his head.

you both were having a movie night at his trailer with blankets & popcorn on his couch. you both weren’t super picky, so the random cable channel playing horror movies did the trick.

“sorry—zoned out. what were you saying, baby?” he tried to recover from his mere moment of weakness, his arm tightening around your shoulders to pull you closer to his chest.

“i was just wondering…” you teetered, “would you wanna come over tomorrow?” you nerves were taking over now that his attention was fully on you.

“it’s my little sister’s birthday & my parents are doing a barbecue to celebrate—it’s okay if you don’t wanna come, i get it,” you started to ramble, fiddling with the material of eddie’s shirt you wore.

“i just thought it’d be nice for you to meet my family, y’know? b-but you can totally say no—it’s not a big deal” you assured him, but you secretly hoped he’d say yes.

when eddie didn’t answer immediately, you lifted your head from his chest to get a better view of his face, seeing a look of uncertainty on his features. it made you worry if asking this was too much.

“you want me to your family? a-are you sure?”

nodding your head quick, your hand rose up to rest on his cheek, thumb smoothing over his skin. “i’m sure,” you smiled once you saw eddie’s face soften, his doe eyes twinkling under the living room lamps.

“you’re my favourite person, eddie. plus, my mom has been dying to meet you since our first date” your cheeks felt warm at that little omission, & you could see a pink hue bloom on eddie’s.

pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand, eddie pushed aside his insecurities for a moment. “okay,” he exhaled, “i’d love to come over”.

pushing yourself up on the couch cushions to thank him with a kiss, eddie’s hands tightened on your waist, sighing into your mouth the longer your lips were locked to his.

“by the way,” he pecked the corner of your mouth. “you’re my favourite too”.

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tomorrow had come & eddie was freaking the hell out.

his room had become a larger mess than it usually was, turning into a something that looked like a hurricane with all the clothes thrown everywhere & on everything. all morning, he had tried finding the perfect outfit to wear that would be acceptable in the eyes of your parents, but nothing seemed to work.

so for the last ten minutes, he sat against the edge of his bed with his fingers tangled in his lion’s mane, eyes pinched & breath heavy in frustration.

at least, that was until his landline phone began to ring.

“hello?” he spoke into the mic, voice dropping with defeat.

“eds? what’s wrong?” your voice was concerned, only causing eddie’s breath to hitch.

“nothing baby, it’s all good”.

you scoffed. “sure don’t sound like it”.

rolling his eyes playfully, he fully laid out on his bed, back growing uncomfortable from all the clothes sprawled across it.

“are you gonna tell me what’s wrong or continue to mope about it?” you chided, only making him sigh.

“i have nothing good to wear”. the statement made him seem pathetic in his eyes.

tilting your head (you knew he could tell your movements), you couldn’t help but have a small smirk on your face while you twisted the phone cord between your fingers.

“now i don’t believe that, baby” now you heard him scoff.

“your parents are gonna think i’m a freak—everybody does. i-i can’t help it”. he spoke softer now, insecurities flowing out of him & overtaking his being because he didn’t want to be made a fool out of.

he wouldn’t be able to survive knowing your family doesn’t approve of him.

& your heart drops at the mere thought of it.

“eddie,” you spoke, trying to reel him back in from the negative parts of his mind. “no one is going to think you’re a freak—you’re so much more than that stupid label”.

he continued to stare up at the client as you spoke, his chest growing heavy with anxiety.

“they’re going to love you because you’re kind, have good humour, extremely helpful, caring, handsome,” you could hear him let out a huff at the last word.

“… & because i love you”.

you both haven’t said those three words yet since you started dating a few months ago. so, now was the first time.

“y-you what?”

fear overtook you now, your heartbeat loud in your ears. did i say it too early you thought to yourself.

“i-i love you, eddie. i hope that’s okay” oh shit.

eddie almost dropped the phone from his hand, still somehow in shock that someone like you loved someone like him. he’s been known as trailer trash, a freak, a thrown out cigarette, a scumbag, a stain on the so called beauty of hawkins—he’s been torn down for too long.

but by the grace of god (or some other being or universe or whatever), you saw past all the tarnished scuffs on him.

it’s something he still can’t fully understand.

“eddie, i-i’m sorry if i just fucked everything—“

“i love you too. sorry it took me so long to say it”

his words took you by surprise, & you couldn’t help but laugh happily into the receiver.

“you don’t have to be sorry, you just have to come over & kiss me to seal the deal” you bit your lip at your coyness, hoping it’d be enough for him to pull through.

“i’ll see you in thirty, sweetheart” eddie said before ending the call, leaving you with a fluttering feeling in your chest. your head bumped into your pillow in a lovestruck haze, cheeks hurting from how hard were smiling.

you were so in love with that man.

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you waited at the front door while the party festivities took place in the backyard, hearing your mom yell that the food was almost ready from the back door. you tapped your sandal clad foot eagerly, anxious for when the doorbell would finally ring.

& it hit you like bricks when it chimed in your ears.

your hand (which was slightly clammy from nerves) held the doorknob, twisting it slowly until the door was open & your lovely boy was in view.

he dressed in casual attire consisting of a dark red t-shirt, dark blue jeans, & a new pair of sneakers he got with steve the other day. he still wore his rings & guitar pick necklace, dawning those pearly whites of his with a grin when he saw you.

his hands were full, holding onto things with a claw like grip. in one, he held three small bouquets of flowers from the supermarket & his van keys. the other held a purple gift bag stuffed with white glittery tissue paper, the specks of glitter shining brightly in the mid afternoon sunlight.

“hey, baby” he said with a pep in his step, eying you up & down. you could tell he was still nervous, but he was trying his best to keep cool.

without missing a beat, your hands flew up to his face & you kissed him hard, taking him by surprise on your front door step. but who could blame you for doing such a thing after you both confessed your love over the phone?

“you’re gonna,” *kiss* “make me” *kiss* “drop everything”, he huffed, laughing into your lips when you refused to pull away initially.

“sorry,” you heaved. “just love you so much is all” you grinned harder at eddie’s flushed face.

“lemme put everything down & give you a proper one, yeah?”

you agreed, helping him inside your home for the first time, giving him a quick tour of the main floor as you headed to the kitchen to put the flowers in some water.

“my mom is a gonna get all sappy knowing you got us all flowers—thank you by the way” you pecked his cheek with a pop as you placed the flowers into three different vases.

placing the gift bag on the counter, eddie just shrugged nonchalantly. “well, it’s just what a gentleman does” he said, smirking when you smiled at him.

“yeah,” you made your way over to him, hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck, chest pressing into his as his cold ring clad hands held your waist, squeezing it every few seconds.

“you really are the best” you leaned closer to him, lips just about to brush his.

“hmm, is that right?” his breath fanned your face, smelling like spearmint gum.

you could only nod, unable to resist the space anymore until he made the final dip forward, capturing your lips in his for a proper kiss where he could hold you close. it was slow, saying all the things you both wanted to say, while being sweet & soft & rewarding all at the same time.

“i love you” he breathed into your mouth, his thumbs fiddling with the smocked material on the lower back of your dress, being careful not to let them drift too low in case someone in your family caught him—& god forbid it’d be your father.

“i love you too” you murmured, pulling apart to laugh & smile & take all of him in like this.

you took a mental screenshot of him, safely storing it away in your brain’s memory box for later.

“so,” you patted his chest. “ready to meet everyone?” you asked, wiping away some of your lipgloss from his bottom lip while he sweetly tucked some of your hair behind your ear, fingers brushing over your earrings with a smile (because you’re wearing the ones he bought you).

eddie thought you tasted just as sweet as you looked.

“yeah,” he interlocked your fingers with his own, squeezing three times “now i am”.

“i’m a scumbag, i’m a scumbag (but you stand by me)”.

Idk if your requests are open rn but i have a binge eating disorder / i eat when im stressed or depressed and was wondering if you could write a fic of eddie supporting the reader through that

You dont have to write the ED part but maybe eddie just being supportive and proud of me because (excluding multiple relapses) ive been trying to make meal plans and eat healthy n learn about balanced diets (no one taught me how to eat healthy growing up so im doing this blind)

But I lost 28 lbs (2 stone)! Im also planning on going to the gym more and getting a routine to gain muscle so maybe eddie gets all blushy because im getting stronk 💪💪😏

my requests aren't open but i'm a people pleaser who can't seem to say no so here we go, i hope you like bb 🤍 ps: i'm super proud of you!! you're doing amazing and i wish you well on your recovery journey 🫂

warnings: fem!reader, reader struggles with food but no details, eating, fluff, eddie being the greatest bf with the dirtiest mind

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browsing through the aisles of the supermarket with eddie pushing the shopping cart while store music is playing faintly in the distance has became one of your favourite activities for your tuesday date night.

it’s more of a date day really.

“should we try this granola? it’s a berry mix.”

“oh yeah. the last one tasted like ashes.” eddie snorts then tosses it in the cart.

ever since you started meal planning, eddie’s made it a weekly tradition for the two of you to go grocery shopping. you told him that it’s fine, you can do it by yourself and his response was slapping a hand to his heart “you want to go grocery shopping..” dramatic gasp that could win him an oscar, “without me?” then he fell to the ground as if he died from your cruel betrayal.

your trips to the supermarket weren’t just for shopping. it was a whole event.

he makes the two of you smoothies from whatever fruit or veggies you had leftover in the fridge from your last shopping trip and he gets all dressed up in his fanciest grey tracksuit pants and band tshirt.

after you’ve gathered everything you needed from the list, and some other stuff you definitely didn’t need but eddie insisted otherwise like the energy drinks that supposedly taste like guava fruit, he doesn’t even know what guava is, and a whole coconut which he outrightly refused to tell you what he’s gonna use it for or if he even knows how to crack it open. we need a coconut, that was his simple explanation when he put it in the shopping cart.

you then went to a small ice cream place that the two of you found a few weeks ago while walking back from your hike. you’ve been loyal customers since, frequenting it every week, you’ve even met the manger, a sweet lady in her late 50’s, eddie asked her if having her own ice cream shop was a cream come true then told her she’s his ice queen before he asked her to sign an empty ice cream cup. it still sits on your counter.

sitting at your usual table by the window, you order the same ice cream as you always does which perplexes eddie who’s going through the entire menu one visit at a time. he thinks it’s insane that you have a favourite ice cream when you haven’t tried everything. "what if your favourite ice cream is the one you haven’t even tried yet? what if you’ll never try it because you always get the same thing?" he says every time as if he doesn’t know that you’ll eat from his so you are trying new things.

“baby?”

“hmm?”

“i almost popped a boner when we were in the bread section.” he says nonchalantly through his mouthful of ice cream.

“eddie!” you glare at him and look around making sure nobody heard and sigh of relief when you see everyone is busy in their own conversations and desserts.

“what? a man can’t make a cone-fession anymore?” he smirks, making you roll your eyes. “i’m serious though, when i saw you bend over and lift these two rice bags at the same time..” he whistles, “your ass looked so good i nearly creamed my pants and seeing you hold that baguette was my last straw.”

you scowl at his again and he mockingly gives you the same look back as if saying what?!, “i’m just saying.. you’re getting really strong and it’s hot.” he says genuinely, “your muscles baby.. offf”

despite his silliness, you can’t help the smile on your face, you’ve been working really hard to get your body to the shape and strength it has today and a lot of the times you feel like your efforts are so miminal they’ve gone unnoticed but he noticed. he always notices, “eat your ice cream before it melts.”

“i’m proud of you.” he says, one of his hands reaching towards yours and engulfing it, “truly proud of you sweetheart. you’ve been doing really good and you’ve come so far.”

“i’ve relapsed multiple times.” you say in a hushed tone, the mean voices in your head trying to downplay your progress but eddie won’t let that happen.

“and you’ve bounced back every time!” he uttered in protest. “that’s determination baby, that’s strength.” his thumb moves back and forth on your knuckles soothingly. “you’re choosing to get better every time despite the relapses and that’s what matters.”

he brings your hand to his lips and places a tender kiss on it, “choosing is the hardest part and each time you relapsed, you chose to recover again and i’m proud of you more every time you make that choice.” his smile is sincere and it makes your heart flutter.

hearing him acknowledge, appreciate and encourage you like that keeps you going. he’s been with you through every step of this journey and you know he’ll stay with you. “you’re making me get all soft.”

he chuckles, amused. “see! the puns just make themselves.”

you laugh, “i love you teddy, thank you for sticking with me through this.”

“of course i’ll stick with you, we’re mint to be together.” he smiles devilishly and feeds you a spoonful of his ice cream. “i love you waffle lot sweetheart.” he watches you eat it and his heart beats with pure admiration for you. “hey you’ve got a little something..” he points at his lips then pushes your hand away when you try to wipe your own, “no no let me.” he gets up to get his lips on yours, kissing you ever so gently, letting his tongue brush over your upper then your lower lip before he pulls away.

“there wasn’t anything, was there?”

“nope just wanted to kiss you.”

softie.

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You lay in bed listening as the ceiling fan spins, the cooling air swishing across your bodies. The noises being carried through the nighttime air along a gentle breeze and into the bedroom window that’s cracked open a few inches, moving the sheer curtains across the floor.

The soft breaths and sighs leaving the man sleeping next to you, lying on his belly with one arm buried under his pillow and the other thrown over your waist.

His mouth is open a bit as he takes another breath, drooling with how deeply he’s sleeping.

Your hand reaches out as another sigh leaves him, softly brushing your fingers through his hair, moving a strand behind his ear. He looks so peaceful like this, without the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Safe.

You press a light kiss to Eddie’s nose, watching as it scrunches and he lets out another sigh, before cuddling yourself into him and following him into the dreamworld.

Happy Feet

Eddie Munson x Reader

A/n lol I went through my drafts and found this finished blurb with the title "feet fic" and just had to post it xD

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"Omg it's getting serious"

furrowing your eyebrows in confusion you look over your shoulder at Eddie, standing in the doorway to the kitchen

"What the hell are you talking about"

"Your feet!" Smiling from ear to ear he points at your naked feet on the kitchen floor

"What about them"

"On our first date you told me whoever's gonna see your naked feet better marry you because this person got to be special, I'm your person! "

" Better buy that ring then, Munson" walking past him into the living room, feet tapping against the floor and not the usually sock sliding. Just too hot to wear more than one item at the time, much to Eddie's glee, but his focus wasn't on your butt in just your undies but instead his eyes were glued to your least liked body part

"I don't know what your problem is, they're are cute"

" Omg stop looking at them! " you shriek playfully rolling your toes under, trying to hide them

" I have seen everything else from you let me enjoy this new view! "

"I will never take off my socks again if you don't stop looking at them!" you laugh at his silliness walking behind every close furniture to hide from his view

"Too late, I saw them and you can't take it away from me" leaning over the sofa where you just run behind and clasping his hands under his chin, looking adorably dorky

"You're such a weirdo" laughing at him before running again from his gaze

"Just wait, the next time I'm even allowed to go into the bathroom when you're peeing" he calls behind you running after you into the bedroom

"Never!" You scream as he tackles you onto the bed and you hold a pillow over your feet

"Nothing is impossible now that I've seen your little potato toe" and hitting him with the pillow straight across the face

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(reblogs and comments are very appreciated additional to your likes)

you’re sleepy. Eddie can’t help but love on you. eddie munson x fem!reader, ~600 words

It’s been a long, long day, and you’re really feeling it. Your feet hurt, your back aches, your eyelids feel much heavier than you think they have a right to.

You’re curled up on top of the plush bed covers, nearly asleep. In the distance, there’s the click of the front door unlocking, and then footsteps in the hallway, and then the thud of heavy boots being kicked off and forgotten.

“Sweetheart?”

Eddie pads through the apartment, poking his head curiously into the bedroom. You generally try not to nap after work, so you won’t have trouble falling asleep later in the night. But there you are: just half-awake, too exhausted to even crawl beneath the blanket.

He softens. “Hey, pretty,” he says as he crosses the room, coming to a stop next to the bed. He stands over you, and reaches down to stroke a gentle finger across your cheek. “You okay?”

You yawn and nod. “M’tired.”

Eddie chuckles. “I can see that. Busy day?”

“Mmhmm.” You’re unwilling — or simply unable — to verbalize much more.

His hand slips around to the back of your head, cradling it sweetly in his palm. The tips of his ringed fingers work through your hair and rub gently at your scalp. You twist on the bed and try to push your head deeper into his hand, wanting more of his touch.

A rush of affection surges through his chest; pure love with a dash of amusement. He loves it when you get like this. Cuddly and needy and warm, eager to be loved on by him — him, Eddie Munson, of all people.

He crouches down beside the bed so you’re at eye-level and leans in to smother you with kisses. He leaves no feature untouched, pressing his lips to every square inch of your face: your forehead, your closed eyes, the tip of your nose. He smacks kisses to each cheek and to your chin, dots them all the way around your jawline, until he hits that sweet spot right underneath your ear.

“Mmm,” you sigh in quiet delight, hands grasping at his sturdy shoulders.

“Is that nice?” The words are muffled, his mouth still working against your skin.

You nod.

Eddie gathers you up in his arms, careful not to jostle you too roughly. He’s not really trying to get you riled up (although he’s not completely opposed to the idea); he just wants a moment with his girl.

You mumble against his lips. “Eddie?”

He gives you another peck. “Yeah?”

You play with a curly tendril of hair, twirling it around your finger. “I thought about you all day today,” you whisper.

At those words Eddie swears he can feel everything inside of him move.

If anyone ever asked him to describe what love feels like, he doesn’t think he could explain it any further than that.

“You did?” he whispers back.

“Uh-huh.”

“All day?” His face splits into a slow smile, one that’s syrupy-sweet, and his eyes glitter, brows raised. “Really?”

He’s teasing you, but only a little.

You laugh breathlessly. “All day,” you repeat.

He hums in response and pulls you in even closer, so he can give you a proper kiss, one that’s slow and precise.

Your body slumps against his, letting Eddie’s strong arms support your weight.

“Alright, sleepy girl.” He noses at your hairline. “Why don’t I at least make us dinner first, before you go passing out on me?”

“Mmkay.” You let yourself fall back down onto the pillows with a hazy smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

When he reaches the doorway, he turns back and blows you another kiss.

You find out early on in your relationship with Kuroo that sharing a bed with him can be stressful. When he strutted into the bathroom only wearing a pair of boxers that left little to the imagination, you were already overcome by nerves. You two hadn't had sex yet, and you were still flustered over the fact that this fine ass man was all yours. Of course Kuroo being the cocky guy he is ended up teasing you for staring, causing you to turn over to hide your blushed face. He wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck and you get even more flustered. After you get used to the feeling of him nuzzled behind you, you start to fall asleep. You are rudely interrupted by one of the loudest snores you ever heard. You honestly think that he might be doing it on purpose to get you to finally pay attention to him again, but when you glance over your shoulder you can clearly see that he is fast asleep. You turn your head back over and try to bury your head into the pillows to muffle the noise, but you can still hear him somehow. After a few minutes it starts to die down a little, and you gladly fall back asleep. When you wake up to Kuroo's head still nestled into your neck, and his arms wrapped around your waist you feel like it definitely makes up for the snoring.( but you wouldn't be opposed to getting him breathing strips )

𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 — 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: during a quiet afternoon, you and eddie discuss (hypothetical) wedding songs.

author's note: it feels right to repost this the day before valentine's. i hope you all have, or someday find, a love that makes you feel the same way i do when i listen to the song referenced in this story <3

"Have you ever thought about what song you're gonna want to play at your wedding?"

You were both sitting at the old brown couch of the Munson's front porch, the afternoon breeze blowing through the unusually quiet Trailer Park. There were no dogs barking, no kids running, no yelling coming from a neighbor's trailer. Only the sun, the late autumn chill, and the gentle breeze.

Eddie was lying down, his head on top of your crossed legs as you played with his hair. Your question caught him off-guard, looking up at you with raised eyebrows.

"You mean at our wedding?"

He could tell you were flustered by the way you hesitated to answer, brows furrowing, trying to disguise it. The urge to lift himself up and give you a smacking kiss on the forehead was temporarily buried inside, waiting to hear what you had to say. "I don't know. Like, a hypothetical wedding. With a hypothetical bride."

His answer was earnest, though.

"The only bride that's ever come to mind is you, babe."

"Just answer the damn question!" You exclaimed, rising both of your hands in the air.

"I just told you I don't know! I've never thought about getting hitched, never mind what song I'd want to play at the ceremony."

This bit was earnest as well. Eddie had never, in his twenty years, thought about getting married. His parents' disaster of a relationship made sure that he'd never seen marriage as something healthy, let alone an option. There were also his beliefs that marriage was a failed institution made to subjugate people, and that the church and the state shouldn't have a say in people's relationships.

Eddie thought he'd be like Wayne and live his life without a partner, just go through with it by himself. It was much less complicated, even if lonely.

He was seldom lonely now, with you in his life — and though you were way too early in your relationship, or too young and inexperienced, to think about marriage, if he was to think about it, it would be with you. Every one of his other thoughts ran to you, this one would be no different.

"Not the ceremony. A first dance kind of song, you know?"

He considered a few options for a moment, in silence, but he was still curious to know what you were thinking. "If you're asking me that question, that means that you already know yours, don't you?"

"You don't know that. I'm just asking." You shrugged, lowering your voice, suddenly vulnerable. "Forget what I said."

"Sweetheart…" Eddie laid fully on his back, looking up at you. "Tell me what's the song."

Narrowing your eyes at him from above, you grabbed his chin, squishing his lips for a second. "You're gonna laugh at me."

"When have I ever…" Remembering all the times, in the early days of your blossoming friendship, where he followed you around the record store with the sole purpose of laughing at your music choices, he stopped, scoffing at himself. "Don't answer that."

Gently, you pushed him off of you and stood up, silently going into the house.

"Just tell me! Now I want to know." Eddie protested as he followed you inside.

He watched as you went into his room, bent down at the waist — and what a view that was, he thought to himself, not trusting to make a lewd comment to distract you from the moment — and quickly looked through his records, finally pulling one from the crate.

Trying to think of what it could be, because he had no idea what song in his large collection of tapes and long plays could possibly be enough of your taste to be played at your (hypothetical) wedding. When he saw it, though, it clicked.

It was a copy of The Beatles' "Revolver". His only copy of an album by your favorite band. You had gifted it to him after he told you he found the experimentation, and all the drug references, in it "badass". He really did, and he was happy to own it as long as it made you happy.

Still silent, you put it in the record player above his dresser, and selected a track without looking at the listing in the back cover, most likely commiting each one of them to memory. His heart swelled as he watched you turn around, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, struggling to meet his eyes as the song started.

"To lead a better life

I need my love to be here…"

Paul McCartney's voice and the two-voice harmony that accompanied him was the only thing that could be heard in his bedroom for a moment, until you started explaining yourself.

"When I was younger, sometimes… Actually, I still do that…" you started, "I listen to this song when I'm alone, and I feel like swaying to it. Like I'm slow dancing with someone, you know? Two steps to the left, two steps to the right." You did a little dancing motion, lightening up the mood. "It's the perfect song to dance to, but I'd never had a partner to dance with me. So I'd dream about it, about the day I'd have someone who'd love me enough to dance with me."

Your sad smile broke his heart, but what put it together was knowing he could be the one to dance with you.

"It's such a simple song, really. Just a guitar and the vocal harmonies, but it's… it's beautiful. Makes me feel like I'm floating, or something." You continued.

Eddie approached you, then, pulling you forward by both of your hands and making you stand flush to his chest, where he held you by the waist with one arm, the other raising to hold the hand that wasn't resting on his shoulder.

"I'm not much of a dancer, but I'll dance to any song you want to."

It was a murmur, a promise whispered by his lips touching your hairline. You chuckled, your head resting on his collarbone, and began swaying the two of you just as you said before. Two steps to the left, two to the right.

Eddie added his own flair, spinning you around, and it was worth it just to see the you giggled. The song wasn't long, a little over two minutes long, but it was long enough to trap you in your little world, your hypothetical wedding dance, in his very real, very messy bedroom.

"So… is that our wedding song?" He teased, still holding you, after it was over.

You slapped his arm lightly, but he could feel you smiling against the soft fabric of his t-shirt. "It could be."

"I like it, baby."

Then, you look up, wrapping your arms around his lean waist. "Really?"

"I like whatever makes you feel like you're floating."

"Do you wanna know what else makes me feel like that?"

"Weed?"

"You."

At that moment, Eddie still knew he didn't want the church or the state to be involved in your relationship, but he wouldn't mind throwing a party just to make the most beautiful girl in the world float around the room for one night.

Choso x reader<3 comforting Choso!

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“Choso?”

You’d been looking for your boyfriend for a while now. He hadnt answered any of your calls, and you were getting worried. He’d never missed a call from you, and if he had he’d called you back a minute later.

And now you were infront of his apartment, unlocking the door with the key he gave you. No response came when you call his name. And you take off your shoes, walking further into his home.

And then you hear it,

Muffled whimpers and cries coming from his bedroom. You take fast steps and open the door to the room, and when you walk in you dont see him at first. And then he sniffles.

You look down to see him sitting on the ground, hands on either side of his face as if to muffle out any loud noises.

And there are tears running down his handsome face.

“Choso…” you say softly and he looks up from his lap, and as if on cue he starts sobbing. You almost run to him, getting on your knees infront of him, careful not to touch him in case he doesnt want that.

Its always him taking care of you, him protecting you. Seeing him like this made your heart break.

“honey…whats wrong?” you speak to him quietly as hes still crying, trying to hide his face in his hands.

Suddenly He reaches out his arms and pull you into him, your form almost invisible now as he incases you in a hug, whimpering into your hair, spilling his tears. You reach up and stroke the top of his head softly, trying to calm him down.

You feel yourself start to cry too, from how much it hurts to see him like this. He senses it immediately and pulls his face away from your neck to look at you,

“no…” he says in hoarse voice, “m’ sorry…sorry dont cry my baby im…im fine,” he hiccups the words out, his breathing a little shaky.

You shake your head, “this isnt about me Choso…just…dont like seeing you sad,” you say in a small voice as he strokes your cheek with the back of his hand.

“just…” he starts, “just miss my brothers,” he gets out before sobbing again.

You hug him tightly to you, carresing his back.

You sit there for a little while, you stroking his hair, and him crying into your neck, your shirt now wet with his tears. Hes almost calm now, his body has stopped trembling, and hes only sniffling a little.

“i know you miss them Choso…its okay” you tell him gently, “but you dont have to deal with it alone,” you stroke his cheek, whiping away the last of his tears.

“im here now…im here for you okay?”

He nods, “love you so much,” he says quietly, “i wanna get takeout for dinner…and watch a movie with you in my lap,” he kisses your forehead, “and you cant leave…not even to pee…or ill go with you,”

you giggle at him, hes adorable.

“promise me you’ll tell me next time you’re sad okay? i want to help…just like you always help me,” you kiss his lips softly.

“promise,” he says in a serious tone.

you kiss his face all over before speaking again, “ill call for some chinese food,”

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hes so cute im gonna jump.

this is very self indulgent i needed to write this so i wouldnt tweak too much about seeing him cry in the new Ep :’) i needed to hug him so bad.

ushijima loves when you trace your fingers across his back. after a long and exhausting day of strenuous training, he’ll be lying down on his stomach, face buried into a pillow. as you sit on the edge of the bed next to him and begin running your fingers across his bare back, he’ll turn his head slightly to open one eye and look at you with an appreciative but tired smile. your fingers run mindlessly across every groove and muscle, outlining the years of hard work he’s built up in his figure. your hands run in between his shoulder blades and on his sides in a calming featherlight touch. when you massage the right spot, he lets out a barely audible sigh of contentment, feeling completely at ease under the gentle path of your fingers. as you continue your movement across every crevice of his body, you see him gradually shift into a visible state of relaxation. his shoulders slowly drop from their tense state, and his muscles go from tight and sore to relaxed and softened. the feeling of intimacy this small act of yours brings to him wraps him up in a blanket of warmth that, for just a short while, makes him forget about anything but the love radiating in the small cocoon you two call home.

cw: mentions of pubic hair/shaving.

fooling around with eddie at the drive in. you’re making out heavily in the back of his van, hands roaming all over, trying to silence your own moans with the doors being wide open. his chain rattles when he moves his leg in between your own, slipping his hand between your thighs when he lets out a gasp, “holy shit, you SHAVED?!”

“shh!” you urge him.

"where’d it all go? how am i supposed to navigate the scene this way? my favorite playground is bare! what happened?"

you roll your eyes at his dramatics, "nothing happened, i just wanted to change it up...i thought you'd might prefer it?"

he continues to stare at you with those wide doe eyes, making you giggle; but this was serious business to eddie, and he wasn't going to let it slide.

"i prefer it, if you prefer it. do you?" he asks.

you shrug, looking down at the tattoo peeking from his shirt, fiddling with his collar.

"i don't think i do, but..i wanted you to like it. i always hear about guys wanting it, like- totally bare. just got kinda self-conscious, i guess."

“sweetheart, i don't give a shit about what other guys think, i want it how you want it. you're the hottest babe i've ever laid my eyes on, you got that?"

"yeah," you nod, giving him a tiny smile, "thanks, eds."

"either way, bare or totally bushed out, i'm finding my way through your wilderness," he grins.

"okay," you scoff, "you've said just about enough. please go back to ruining me."

he laughs before tackling you, "my pleasure, sweetheart."