Eddie Munson Loves To Let You Borrow His Things, Whether You Ask For Them Or Not.

tender pirates!!

reader comforting eddie after he has a nightmare abt reader being taken by vecna!!

omgggg yessss

ok i'm kind of in love with this fic fjskfjsklfjksl

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You were screaming. You were screaming and there was nothing Eddie could do about it.

"No, please, please, I'm sorry," you sobbed, eyelids fluttering rapidly. "I didn't mean to."

"(Y/N)!" Eddie screamed. He ran over to you, more terrified than he'd ever been in his life. "(Y/N), wake up, please, baby, you gotta wake up."

You gave him no response. Tears streamed down your cheeks, and you continued begging the unseen monster to let you go, telling it you were sorry, that you didn't mean to do whatever you did.

Then, suddenly, your body started to rise.

"No," Eddie rasped. "No, no, not again..." He ran over to you, desperately trying to pull you to the ground, but it was no use. "No, (Y/N), no!" he screamed.

You let out a blood-curdling shriek and your head and limbs jerked back. Your bones broke, one by one, and your eyes looked like they'd been pulled inside your head.

Eddie screamed your name and ran over to you, sobbing and clawing at the ceiling to try to get you down. It didn't matter. You were already dead.

Your body dropped to the floor.

"No, no, (Y/N)," Eddie sobbed, crawling over to you and taking your broken body in his hands. "No, not you, anyone but you."

"Eddie..."

He could hear the monster's voice. It was coming for him now, he knew it. He needed to get out of there, needed to leave before it took him too but he couldn't. He couldn't leave you.

"Eddie!"

The monster was growing impatient. Eddie began to panic, to scramble to leave, but it was too late.

It had already gotten him.

"Eddie!"

Eddie jolted awake with a start, breathing heavily. He looked around with wide eyes, expecting to see your mutilated body and a corpse-like monster in front of him.

"Eddie!"

His eyes snapped to you, bloodshot and brimming with tears. You were alive, you were whole. It was just a dream. Eddie sobbed and collapsed against you.

"Hey..." you murmured, stroking his hair. "Hey, you're okay. You're okay, baby, you're okay..." You kissed his head, pressing your cheek against his messy, sweaty hair. "Do you wanna tell me what happened?" you asked softly, rubbing his shoulders.

"It got you," he said hoarsely, tears still streaming down his face. "The thing that killed Chrissy, it got you."

"Hey, hey, I'm right here," you cooed, thumbing the salty water off of his cheeks. "It was just a dream, baby, I'm fine."

Eddie sobbed again, burying his face in your neck. "I need you to be okay," he whispered.

"I am," you assured him softly. "I am, honey, I am. I'm right here next to you, in this gross-ass shed, completely alive and well."

Eddie let out a watery laugh, gripping you tighter. "Don't let it get you," he begged. "Please don't let it get you."

"I won't," you whispered. "I promise I won't."

My Mexican part had the URGENCY to make this edition

AO3 going down is almost like taking away a vape from a teenager that’s “not addicted”

literally gonna kiss that curly headed fuck

could you write something with morpheus and his wife?? something like an argument where he has to apologise to her like he had to to lucienne??? i saw you prefer hcs so that would be great! ty xo

ofc!! i went with a wife who's been with him since pre-canon if that's okay!

dream of the endless x fem!reader

dream doesn't enjoy fighting with you, it's not something he takes pleasure in like some of his other siblings do

that being said it does happen sometimes; all married couples fight, you two are no exception

a millennia of being together means you tend to know what the other’s opinion of something is going to be before it’s even been discussed so arguments really don’t happen that often

a century imprisoned in a basement has changed your husband though

he’s different when he returns to you, returns to the dreaming, and it no longer feels like the two of you are on exactly the same page anymore

you've seen him lose his temper at lucienne since he got back which never would've happened prior to his imprisonment and it does worry you that he's not telling you something, that his time away from the dreaming has affected him more than he'd care to admit to anyone

trying to approach the subject doesn't work, he shuts down every attempt you make to coax him into opening up to you

you can see it’s frustrating him asking him but you’re really just trying to help him, he’s never been the most open man but it feels like he’s shutting you out intentionally now and that hurts

it all comes to a head when you try and ask about jessamy for the first time in a while and he just snaps at you

you take his anger in silence, and when he looks like his anger is spent, you just leave the room. he doesn't see you again for the rest of the day

"i was wondering where you were." you look up to see your husband standing near the door leading into the library. to your slight satisfaction, he looks uncertain as to whether his presence is wanted here or not.

"i've been here all day. ask lucienne." you had been in the library all day, but you've been using your ability to manipulate the castle to keep your location within the building shifting. it's not been something you've done particularly often but it's come in use today at least.

"she declined to disclose your location to me."

"would you class that as treason?" he smiles at that and it almost feels like the old days. almost.

"for her, i'd make an exception." the two of you fall back into silence. it's strange to see dream, who's usually so sure of himself, looking dare you say nervous.

"you can sit. if you want." a chair appears in front of you, and soon you're facing your husband. he looks more relaxed now he's been invited to share space with you after avoiding him for so long.

"it was wrong of me to lose my temper with you. i know you're just trying to help my love."

"i'm your wife morpheus, you need to trust me."

"i do, and i will tell you what happened. but only when i am ready to do so."

"just let me in sometimes. that's all i ask dream."

Not long til the finale is released. I'm not ready

y’all i wanna write but my bimbo brain is literally empty like pls gimme something to write abt for a freddie character anythinggg idk

Hello tumblr!!!!

So uh I was wondering if perhaps someone had an invite code they would be alr with letting me have. I’ve been looking for awhile and this is kind of my last resort (I don’t have friends or at least any with toy house and if this could be a great way to make some :D)

Pretty please with whatever character twice your age your obsessed with on top (or bottom if you’re like that ;3) just send me a message! And I’ll be glad to do some sort of art trade for it as long as what’s requested isn’t any nsfw material, I can provide some of my work in messages upon request.

Eddie Munson Sleep Headcanons

he’s hesitant to sleep in the same bed with you

even though you two had shared so much time together in a bed already

he doesn’t want you to think he’s gross

you insist after being too tired to drive home one night

while your in the bathroom he tries to do the fastest bed clean up that he’s ever done in his life

sheets? does eddie even own sheets?

a wool blanket to cover the mysterious stains will do

the stains

he doesn’t want to answer that

maybe a second blanket just in case

even though the majority of them are just orange juice spills or bong water

we don’t talk about the stain on the left corner…

he fluffs his pillows just for you

his anxiety is just boiling over sitting on his freshly made bed waiting for you to come out of the bathroom

he tried not to move to disrupt the intricately placed pillows and blankets

“did you clean for me, munson?”

he’s stiff as a board

a very difficult man to cuddle

it smells like him

“your supposed to wash your sheets?”

“yes? god eddie, i hope your joking. when was the last time you washed them?”

he wasn’t joking

“ ‘84 maybe?”

an overwhelming scent of cigarette smoke and his woodsy musk just takes over

and you love it

eddie is somewhat disgusted when he sees you cuddled up with your face buried in his pillow

he was determined to let you fall asleep first, but he lost

his slight snores

of course he’s a blanket hog

you were having to pull it back over on you very often

he also talked in his sleep

“shit, go get the hotdogs from the church”

“i cant see the whales Y/N. there gone!”

“i wish i was a purple lamp light”

you had to try to contain your laughs to not wake him

the randomness of his subconscious left you speechless

he got especially emotional about the whales. a little too emotional.

when you finally fell asleep you moved up right into the crook of eddie’s neck

your hair tickled him awake

he didn’t mind though

it broke his heart when he got the urge to take a piss

he didn’t want to disturb you

but when he came back to find you wrapped in his blanket, his heart felt at home

you two were awoken by his uncle getting home from work

it was a common occurrence for eddie but you couldn’t fall back asleep

you decided to listen to the rain through his cracked open window and braid the ends of his hair

which you know he would wake up not notice them for at least a few hours

his breathes were shallow as he slept

his alarm clock started playing the local rock radio at 9:30 am

and awake the both of you were

yes, it took him three hours to notice the braids

cut coming soon, computer is down :(

thank you all for being so patient 💕

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