Eddie Is Happy To Be Yours

I hope you find the type of love in life that makes you feel at ease. I hope birdsong will sound like music to you again. I hope your home is warm during the winter and cool in the summer. I hope people smile at you enough. I hope you wake up curious for what's to come. I hope you listen to your body's aches as signals instead of mere hindrances. I hope that when you reach out, there's a hand to grasp onto. I hope that when you laugh, bursts of happiness accompany the sound. I hope you live a life where today is just as exciting as tomorrow. I hope you don't feel guilt over moving on from the things that were your fault. I hope you rest well. I hope you eat enough. I hope you hold your hopes tightly. I hope you allow them to transform into dreams. I hope your dreams come true.

CHRIS EVANS by Naomi Kaltman 2007

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Eddie as your boyfriend | Headcanons! Pt.2

More Eddie Headcanons because I love writing them :p

Warnings: fluff, some smut (mdni), cursing, y‘all are still going to school, probably some writing mistakes because English is not my first language <//3

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Waits at the picnic table for you during break so you can eat lunch together

Mostly forgets his food, so you feed him with yours

"Eddie you can’t just eat pretzels all the time!"

"Why not?!:("

definitely makes out with you in school and in front of your friends (yes, even in front of the younger ones)

Loves to scare you while you‘re at your locker with a loud "BOO“

"Jesus Christ! Eddie are you crazy!?"

"Crazy in love, yes“ he smirks at you while pulling you into his arms

He is touchy. Physical touch is his love language.

Big and loooooong hugs before, during and after school (and in general)

Always kisses the back of your hand and looks up at you while doing it

Gives you his rings, shirts, literally everything he owns, since he wants to share everything in his life with you (you even are allowed to touch his guitar but only if he‘s with you )

Always offers his joint even tho he knows you usually don’t smoke, when you agree for the first time he‘s shocked asf.

"Oh no…I’ve corrupted my innocent, sweet baby" he says and dramatically puts his hand on his chest

After your first time together you asked him if it was good for him and he looked at you with a "are you fucking serious?“ look on his face…all sweaty and still breathing heavily

"Baby, I think I just died and went to heaven! This was the best fucking Sex I‘ve ever had! And believe me…we‘re not finished yet!"

"What do you mean? You want another round? I came like 4 times Ed‘s!"

"So what? We’ve got all night! Give me 10 minutes and you‘ll cum a 5th time!" He smirks with his eyebrows wiggling up and down

He‘s not just a Sex god, he‘s also the king of aftercare

No matter how tired, sweaty and sticky he is, he‘ll always make sure to get you cleaned up and makes a hot chocolate for the two of you afterwards

When you fall asleep before he comes back he just drinks them himself while holding you in his arms and admiring your face (he‘s so in love)

Sometimes he‘s super scared that you‘ll leave him just like everyone else in his life did before but you remind him daily that you stick to him like chewing gum to his old vans

Let’s you paint his nails, do his eyeliner or play with his hair, even during school sometimes

Passes notes at you during class

"Baby you look so beautiful today and fuck so hot too!?"

You look at him with red cheeks, he responds with a wink

Sometimes you have to stay at school longer so he waits at his hand, until your classes are all done

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.

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