You Write Eddie Really Well And I Was Wondering How You Think He Would Show Love Without Saying I Love

𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨.

i don’t know what it is, but this guy holds you so tight against his chest that you struggle to even breathe. and that’s only when he’s not directly on top of you, his face nestled into the space between your shoulder and neck, just taking in your smell. it takes all your strength not to sneeze and wake him up when his unruly curls tickle your nose.

if you try to push him away, expect him to get grouchy and mumble. even if he is fully asleep, this man will know. there is no escape from the world’s softest metalhead.

he’s also got this habit of holding your breasts as he sleeps. there’s just something about the warmth and the softness of them that he finds so comforting. bonus points for if he also gets to throw his leg over your hip, that way every single part of you is touching him.

eddie always has the best night’s sleep when you’re over at his trailer. as for your quality of sleep? maybe not so much, but you’d do anything to hear his soft little snores as he burrows his nose further into your neck.

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Okay But Eddie Munson is 10000% the type of boyfriend who wants to dry your hair with a hairdryer after you showered together and tries to braid it afterwards. He also would let the warm air of the dryer hit your skin softly, giving you goosebumps because he knows you love it.

(NOT the traditional braids some people wear, more like this that you make when you’re a child yk? two on each side of your head!+ if your hair is long enough ofc)!!!

A/n: okay so I’m currently drying my hair and I was just kinda thinking about this AND NOW I HAVE TO TELL Y‘ALL MY THOUGHTS JEKDKYH. Also sorry for any typos or other writing mistakes <3

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Eddie would sit behind you on his bed, his legs on each side of yours. Since this man has long, thick hair himself he owns a hairdryer, not a big one though more like a vacation dryer. But he barley is using it himself because he likes the way it goes all puffy when it dries by itself. It became your routine to sit between his legs after you just showered together, your back facing him. After plugging in the little black dryer he immediately starts to shower you with love and care. He lets the warm air hit your body, leaving you there with goosebumps. He knows that you love the feeling of the warmth on your skin because it makes you feel safe, safer than you already are right now. His free hand rubs over the sides of your arms, up to your back, even higher to your hair where he starts to give you the best head massage ever. Ugh this man really tries his best to make you feel loved!! His long fingers run over your head for at least 20 minutes, even if your hair has been dry, for at least 10 minutes already. He just won’t stop touching and loving you. Soft whimpers and sighs leave your mouth during this whole massage session. Afterwards he would sit there, sticking the tip of his tongue out of the corner of his mouth because he‘s so concentrated to braid your hair. You‘ve taught him how to do it after he cried over how he wants to braid your hair too, since you always made cute little braids into his hair when you were bored during class or break. He adores the way you sit on his lap at the cafeteria table, braiding his messy curly hair for your fun and trust me when I say he keeps them in the whole fucking day. Showing everyone how much he adores you and your work. "Is it too tight sweetheart?“ he asks while putting the hair tie at the end of your finished braid. You shake your head a little, not wanting to destroy his masterpiece. "‘s just right Ed‘s, thank you“ you smile while you turn to face him, placing a small peck on his lips. He happily hums into the kiss, pulling you closer to him until you’re sitting on his lap. "You‘re so beautiful Y/n“ he whispers into your mouth, another adorable smile forming on his lips. You respond with another soft kiss before snuggling your face into the crock of his neck, placing soft kisses on his skin.

"Let’s go to sleep now Love, school’s tomorrow“

"Since when do you care about school Ed‘s?“

"Oh I don’t! Just want my sweetheart to be concentrated tomorrow so I’ll get my pretty braids“

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Christmas Cookies - Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Bucky notices Reader isn’t feeling the Christmas spirit this year so he does everything he can think of to bring it back to her.

Word Count: 1297

A/n: Day 22 and my little writing challenge is almost over, I’m very surprised I made it this far tbh but I’m also ready for a little break from posting everyday haha anyway that’s enough of me rambling, I hope you enjoy.

Something was wrong, Bucky could tell although he was sure exactly what it was. Two weeks into December and she was still yet to put up her Christmas decorations or even attempt to do anything in the Christmas spirit. Now to others that may not seem like a problem but he knew his girlfriend. Like clockwork he’d come home on December 1st and you could guarantee that the tree would be up, there would be Christmas music playing throughout their apartment and he would find her in the kitchen baking up a storm. This year however there had been none of that.

Now Bucky had let it slide, figuring work was busier for her as it was with most people at this time of year. He had noticed that she seemed to be leaving for work earlier and coming home later than usual so he put it down to her being tired but with one week to go until Christmas, he was finding it harder not to say anything.

So he had a plan, he’d been out and bought all the necessary ingredients to bake the Christmas cookies she always made and more than enough candy to decorate them, he had also picked up some already baked cookies ready to decorate just in case his didn’t go to plan. The first step in his plan though, was to decorate the apartment while she was out at work in hopes that her first steps into the apartment brought back some of that Christmas cheer she seemed to be lacking this year.

“Have a good day doll, don’t miss me too much” Bucky smiles over his mug of coffee as she passes him on her way out of the door. She replies with a wave and a tired smile before the door closes behind her, leaving him alone in the apartment.

With a sigh, Bucky drains the rest of the coffee in the mug and prays that his plan was going to cheer her up as he deposits the mug in the sink and he sets to work pulling the decorations out of the storage cupboard which doesn’t take him long and then all that’s left to do was to get a tree. Hopefully there were still some left this close to Christmas.

An hour later, he’d arrived home with the tree that he considered to be the best of the bunch, it wasn’t perfect but it would have to do. Getting it up to the apartment had been easier than expected but he put that down to the super serum coursing through his veins giving him more strength than the average male, not that it was anything to brag about given things he’d done with said strength that he was only just coming to terms with that were not down to him but more the mind control of Hydra.

Focusing his mind on the more pressing matter of decorating the apartment, he sets about fixing the tree to the base until he’s satisfied that it’s stable enough to not fall over before he finds the boxes of baubles. He knows she has a certain way of how she likes to place them, usually going back to rearrange them a few times until she is happy with the result so Bucky tries his hardest to make sure it looks good. By the time he’s finished he’s sure that the tree is evenly covered with baubles and he has to admit he’s done a better job than he expected to so he moves on to the rest of the decorations, little Christmas trinkets that she always puts out around the apartment.

After he finishes he grabs a quick spot of lunch and then decides to make a start on the cookies so that by the time she gets home they should be cool enough for them to decorate.

Pulling her bag higher on her shoulder, she steps from the lift and out into the corridor leading to the apartment but the moment she nears the door her heart drops, inside she can hear the high pitched screeching of the fire alarm. Scrambling for her keys, she lets herself in and upon opening the door the noise only gets louder. She knows the smart thing to do would be to wait outside maybe call 911 but she doesn’t see any flames only the haze of smoke drifting from the kitchen which is where she runs to but the last thing she’s expecting to see is the window wide open and Bucky desperately trying to waft the smoke away from the smoke alarm in hopes of quieting it. Despite the panic coursing through her she can’t help the smile that lights up her face at the scene in front of her.

Turning to the doorway as if sensing her presence, Bucky’s heart drops. This was not how he had planned to surprise her but the smile on her face is one he’s not seen for a while, too impatient to wait for the alarm to stop, he pulls it from its holder and yanks the batteries from it before he drops it on the counter.

“Thank god” he sighs in relief and the quiet but his ears are still ringing from the sound, “You’re home early” he comments, now making his way towards her and opening his arms as she melts into his hug, feeling the best she’s felt all day.

“Yeah, finished all I had to for the week and boss said I could go early” she hums, pushing her body further into his hold and he tightens his arms around her, “what were you up to anyway” she asks a little while later, her head tilting up so that she could look at him.

Bucky let’s out what sounds like a nervous chuckle, his non-metal hand coming up to rub at the back of his neck. “I was baking cookies as a surprise for you” he mumbles as her eyes soften from the curious look she was giving him to one that can only be described as lovestruck. ‘Usually by now you’re in such a festive mood and everything is fun and you’re happy but this year it seemed like all the happiness had been sucked from you and I just wanted to do something to get you in the christmas spirit but I almost burnt the apartment down instead" he pouts, a look he doesn’t often wear but she’s seen enough times.

“You didn’t have to do all that” she says softly, “though I do appreciate it but to me this year just doesn’t feel like Christmas and I don’t know why” she sighs, dropping her gaze and nuzzling her head into his chest.

“Well we have the rest of the afternoon and I have some perfectly good cookies that need decorating if you’re not too tired” Bucky suggests, reaching out to pull her from his chest, his hand just underneath her chin as he tilts her face towards him. Leaning in he places a soft kiss to her lips and he pulls away to find her smiling brightly.

“Let me just get changed and I’ll be right back” she nods, pulling free from him altogether as she heads back towards the living room, towards the bedroom but in the doorway she stops, just now noticing what she had been too distracted to see earlier, “You put up the decorations too” she gasps, her hands coming to rest on her chest and over her heart as she turns back to a smiling Bucky who nods at her words, “I love you” she smiles before rushing off to get changed out of her work clothes, so that she can get back to the man she loves.

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STRANGER THINGS ‣ 4.06 - The Dive ↳ Unless one of you three can top being a Hawkins High swim co-captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then it’s gotta be me.

Ok you can tell me whatever you want but Eddie Munson is a big spoon AND a small spoon!!!

He loves spooning you from behind, putting his big arms around your body just to press you against his bare chest on a chill summer night in his trailer. Some Tears Of Fears Songs play in the background, just because you forced him to start listening to them and he ended up actually kinda liking them(but he‘d never admit that). His breathing is calm and makes you relax even more, sinking completely into the mattress and into his arms. He holds you tight, thumb brushing over the back of your hand to remind you he‘s right there and holds you and he forever will while soft kisses meet the back of your head or neck.

On other days, you lay behind him with your arms press against his back, your legs tangled with his. His hair is in your face and he plays with your fingers which are infront of his face. His breathing is calm and hot when it hits the skin of your hands and arms, making you smile into his hair.

"What‘s got ya smiling pretty girl?"

"Oh nothing..just the fact that the big, scary 'satanic boy‘ from Highschool is laying in my arms like a big baby and plays with my fingers" you giggle and kiss the back of his head, trying to find your way through the curls.

He‘s joining you with a deep chuckle, followed by a soft kiss to your knuckles before he turns to face you. He looks up at you with the most adorable puppy eyes you‘ve ever seen. Gosh you fell in love with him again in that moment. His eyes meet yours, smiles form on both of your lips before you lean down and place a soft kiss on top of his nose.

"I love you Ed’s"

"I love you 'way more Sweetheart, thank you for being here with me"

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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.