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Eddie Munson x fem!reader [0.8K]

Eddie’s bedroom was a lavender blue haze in the night. The shadows were only and the streetlight that managed to leak in from behind the curtains was a tangerine, barely illuminating the lumps and bumps of legs and hips under the duvet.

You watched the hours tick by, Eddie’s beside clock mocking as the red numbers changed over. It seemed an impossible task, falling asleep. You weren’t sure why, it could’ve been a number of things, really. Our impending exams, college applications, the fact that your boyfriend had only just been exonerated from first degree murder charges.

Ironically, the boy in question was asleep beside you, bare chested and warm, leaning into your side in a way that was soothing, but steady up and down of his chest still wasn’t enough to pull you into a sleep.

You shuffled, winced when the bed creaked, and tried to find a spot on the pillow that would be the comfiest. Everything smelled like Eddie, his cologne, his laundry detergent, a little smoke and spice. It was easier to push your head to his shoulder, sneaking the chance to press a little kiss to the exspanse of his throat, hopefully without waking him up.

It was a little selfish but it calmed you, the way you could feel his pulse jump a little under your lips. But the boy stirred, mumbling a little, his body turning and seeking out your own even half asleep. His hands found your waist under the sheets, fumbling to push under your shirt - his shirt - for bare skin. He hummed, pulling you into him as his eyes fluttered open.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart,” Eddie mumbled, voice deep and scratchy, his lips brushing over your forehead as he curled into you.

You didn’t have the heart to tell him you hadn’t managed to sleep in the first place, the clock telling you it was nearing half past two. So you hummed back and let him hold you, a warm, wide hand tracing patterns over your spine, guitar string callouses catching at you and making you shiver.

You weren’t sure how he knew. Maybe it some kinda magic, some soulmate thing, maybe Eddie could just feel the way you held yourself too stiffly in his arms, unable to relax no matter how hard you tried. So he pulled back from where his nose was pushed into your hair, eyes a little blurry and his curls sleep mussed. He peered down at you, gaze aching soft in understanding and he sighed.

Not unkindly, not impatiently, just a little sad for you, knowing how awful you’d feel in the morning despite how much you longed to close your eyes now. He knew you couldn’t help it and he hated seeing you when the sun came up, lips downturned and cradling a mug of coffee like it was your firstborn.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” Eddie told you softly, swinging his legs out of bed. “You comin’?”

He didn’t leave much room for discussion, gathering the duvet from you and tucking some pillows under his arm. He headed for the empty living room, bare feet shuffling, cotton shorts low on his hips and the black ink of his tattoos only just visible in the dark.

You didn’t ask questions, didn’t argue. Not this time, not when you’d tried before and lost, Eddie throwing you over his shoulder when you protested and told him to sleep, that you were okay, it was fine.

So you tumbled out of bed after him, walking down the hall until you could watch him throw the bedding on the sofa, the remote control already in hand as he fussed with the TV, flipping through static until an old school horror filled the screen, still in black and white.

Eddie flopped onto the couch, curls messy over the pillows and he held his arms out to you, smiling that smile you swore was just for you.

“C’mere, sweetheart.”

He made an exaggerated “oof” when you let yourself fall onto his chest but the boy was grinning, arms wrapped around your waist to pull you closer, legs tangled, lips dancing across your hairline.

“You okay?” He asked when you got yourself settled, covers pulled over you both as you lay between his legs, cheek pressed the warmth of his chest. “This better?”

The movie played low, a gentle buzz of dialogue and background music, bad special effects and low light. It made the living room feel cosier, the light bouncing off of the walls, reflecting off the windows. Eddie’s arms were strong and solid around you and he nosed at your temple, a different but sweet kind of kiss.

Sleep already tugged at you, soft and kind like an old friend.

“Yeah, Eds,” you mumbled into his neck, smiling “this is better.”

Hi can i please get headcanons for the cullens with a human female s/o that is very afraid of needles and she has to get like a flu shot and they are trying to calm maybe carlisle gives her the shot

Thx i love u and ur work so muck its not even funny

OMG thank you so much for the support

Cullen's with human s/o afraid of needles getting a shot

Jasper can feel how anxious and fearful you are and he feels so bad. He will use his gift to calm you down the best he can. Edward can hear your thoughts racing. "It's alright bunny we will be here the whole time!" Alice say attempting to calm you down a bit. You were clearly afraid the whole family is there trying to help you calm down. Esame will bring a home made treat to help your nerves and blood pressure. Emmett will tell stupid jokes to distract you while rose strokes your hair. Carlisle will come in and try not to let you see the needle knowing it will make it worse. "Hey baby look at me" rise says as she gently lifts your chin to look you in the eyes. You know you are about to feel the needle prick you and the build up makes it worse. You feel the shot and winter as tears prick your eyes. "Hey it's okay baby all over, you are okay." Carlisle kisses you check and puts a cute bandaid on your arm. They will give you so much affection that day and comfort you constantly. Carlisle reminds you to move your arm every once in awhile so it's not sore later.

The incredibly annoying guy with the staring problem.

Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes in “The Falcon and The Winter Soldier” 2021.

All the fics about Eddie with his soft tummy, pretty bellybutton, light haired happy trail and beard omg. I just cannot with soft soft tummy 🥹

Softness

Eddie Munson has the most edible body you have ever encountered. He’s not built like a model, he’s not massive or cut or particularly reminiscent of the hunks plastered in those shitty magazines your mom reads.

But his narrow waist just invites you to curl your arms around it. His slim ass is practically just asking to be grabbed. His arms are stronger than one would think, and in the summer when he wears diy tanktops made of old cut up band tees, you practically salivate any time he crosses his arms. Sometimes you even go out of your way to annoy him just so he’ll fold his arms over his chest in the way that accentuates his firm biceps making you swoon.

But the part of him just begging for your attention the most is his stomach. When his shirts ride up and display the light trail of hair leading down into the waistband of his boxers? Fuck. You go lightheaded on sight.

You’re drawn like a magnet, practically throwing yourself at his body anytime he reaches up for something or pulls off a sweater - any motion that could possibly expose your favorite part of him. Your hand moves of its own accord, a moth to a flame, sliding over his hair and skin and relishing in the warmth. The softness of him. Because Eddie is lean, but there is a softness to him that makes you salivate. The slightest rounding of his edges that makes him so comfortable to fold into. So easy to melt against. So easy to bite.

“You alright there, Grabby Hands McGee?” he asks you with a laugh as your palm meets his lower stomach like clockwork when he reaches for a cereal bowl. You’d appeared at his side out of nowhere, but he takes it in stride, wrapping the hand not reaching into the cabinet around your shoulders to pull you against his body.

“Just love feeling you, Eds,” you hum happily, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder and smoothing your hand in a circle on his belly. Fingers sliding through the sparse soft hair. He hums right back and places a kiss on top of your head, lowering his arm to settle the cereal bowl on the counter.

With his two hands now free, he shifts to face you and cups your face on either side. Both of your hands have now moved to rub at his belly, obscured now by his shirt hem which has settled back into place. Eddie keeps his eyes closed for a moment while he rests his forehead against yours. Savoring the feeling of your hands on his body.

When he opens his eyes and straightens up, he peers down at you with a crinkling smirk.

“Hate to tell you, sweets, but if you keep touching me like that you’re gonna feel me inside you pretty soon,” he says with a chuckle.

Carlos Sainz

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