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Doodles and Dates (Eddie Munson x Reader)

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Eddie Munson x Artist! Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Eddie has fallen for the quiet girl he sits next to in class who’s always drawing.

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Oscar Piastri

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Sebastian Stan at the Primetime Emmy Awards Performers Nominee Reception in LA.

when eddie has a bad day he doesn’t get high or drunk. instead, he goes back to you.

you know immediately something’s off from the way his shoulders are dropped and his eyes lack their usual glint. you ask him what’s wrong and he shrugs so, with a small and understanding smile, you take his hand to lead him to the bathroom.

you turn the shower on while he undresses and instead of having it at the highest temperature, you make it lukewarm. just how he likes it.

you drag the soapy sponge all over his body and wash his hair while you hum lowly. it’s not rock nor metal, it’s probably something sugary and romantic that eddie wouldn’t be caught dead listening to. unless you’re in charge of the music while he drives, of course.

you’re gentle when you tilt his head back so the water gets rid of the shampoo. you’re always soft with him, it makes him want to cry. he hopes the water camouflages the tears and he swallows down the lump in his throat, and as soon as you put the conditioner on his ends he pulls you into a tight hug.

he hides his face in the crook of your neck, smears a small thank you kiss there. you stroke his back. when he lets go, because you’re never the first to escape his grasp, you kiss his nose then his lips.

you get into your bed together after the shower. your hands apply your special hair oil on him then guide him to lay on his side. sometimes he holds you close, other times you hold him.

maybe then he smokes a blunt or drinks a beer. maybe not.

“If I was a bluebird, I would fly to you...”

Charles Leclerc

#cl16🏎️

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eddie is practically hanging off of you, his arms wrapped around you from behind, dangling over your shoulders. one of your hands is being held by both of his near the centre of your chest.

it wasn’t a big get-together: just you and eddie, most of the hellfire guys, steve, nancy, and robin. though you’re sure a larger crowd of people wouldn’t have deterred eddie from any PDA when he had alcohol in his system.

though you’re in the middle of a conversation with robin, eddie begins to smack loud, ardent kisses against your cheek until robin feels she has no choice but to cut herself off to acknowledge it.

“-totally disregard the closed sign on the door and bang on it until steve gives in and let’s them in! sometimes they’re just so-okay, i can’t pretend that’s not happening right now, what the hell is he doing?”

eddie didn’t drink like this often; he liked a beer or two, but weed was more his speed. it seemed to slow him down, whereas alcohol tended to speed him up. which, considering eddie’s typical excitable pace, he really didn’t need the alcohol to become more sociable or friendly.

but tonight he’d probably had one too many; having far too much fun challenging steve and gareth to shotgunning contests. you weren’t sure how he kept it down if you’re honest.

you smush your hand over eddie’s face to push him away gently, his nose squishing against your palm. he whines lightly against your hand, disgruntled that you’d interrupted his kisses.

“he’s just-”

eddie redirects his kisses to your hand now.

“-just a bit tipsy, is all.”

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