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cold nights / eddie munson

one shot

cw: uh i don’t think anything it’s tame and cute

oh look, your idiot neighbor locked himself outside of his house during a thunderstorm.

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you’d lived next door to eddie munson for a couple years now. you didn’t interact much with him since you preferred keeping to yourself as much as possible. high school was brutal, so you felt as though acting as if you were invisible would make it more tolerable.

not many people paid attention to you, but you paid attention to everyone. you’d like to say you only focused on eddie because he was a familiar face who just so happened to be ridiculously outgoing. however, that wasn’t the case. you paid attention to eddie munson because you found him attractive and through your limited interactions you’ve developed quite the crush on him.

it was early november when it happened. there was a raging storm going on outside. ice cold rain was whipped into your windows by the wind and the cracks of thunder were enough to shake your trailer. you were home alone at the time, tucked in your bed reading a book while waiting for it to pass. it was pretty late on that saturday night, but the headlights that shown through your window didn’t surprise you.

eddie got home late a lot, his headlights sometimes waking you up at two in the morning on a school night. that was probably a contribution to him missing so much school. you couldn’t help yourself from getting up to see him. was it slightly creepy that you could see into his living room from your window? yes, definitely. but somehow it comforted you knowing he got home safely.

you watched as he ran from his van, trying to get inside quickly to avoid the rain. the way his hair flew back made you laugh lightly to yourself. but instead of making it inside, he stood messing with the handle and trying to shoulder the door open. it wasn’t working. he was most definitely screaming a string of profanities right now, and you felt kind of bad. when he finally gave up on the door, he started trying the window, but that was no help either. he stomped down the stairs to his trailer, kicking over his empty trash can before going back to his van.

but tragically, he’d managed to lock himself out of that too. you watched as he kicked his tire before resting his head on his van in annoyance. you felt bad, it was freezing outside and he obviously didn’t have shelter and who knew when his uncle would make it back. you pushed yourself up from your window and quickly ran out your room and into your kitchen, grabbing your front door and throwing it open.

you were right, it was freezing outside and the rain felt painful as drops hit you. eddie was still leaning against his van, head in his hands. a huge crack of thunder happened, almost deafening you before lightning lit up the sky. the rain was so loud, but eddie wasn’t too far from your house. “munson!” you yelled out your door as loud as you could. eddie’s head picked up, looking around for where the voice had come from. another strike of lightning light up the sky just as his eyes found you.

a flash of light illuminating his guardian angel in her smurf pajama pants. he watched as you waved to him, motioning for him to come in your house. he debated it a moment, but the slight shiver that ran through him told him he needed to take your offer.

he jogged the few yards to your trailer and up your stairs, entering your trailer as you stepped aside for him. you close the door behind him, flipping on the light. the sight in front of you is one you’ll never forget. eddie is looking at you, with widened eyes and reddened cheeks. his hair was plastered to his face and all of his clothes were dripping. “hey y/n,” he said shyly.

you purse your lips before grabbing his arm and pulling him with you. he follows you, too confused to even ask. you push open the door for the bathroom and gesture for him to go in. “i’m gonna go find you some dry clothes, there’s towels under the sink,” you say and watch him reluctantly step into your bathroom. you disappear and eddie takes a moment to process.

he was standing, soaking wet, in his crushes bathroom right now. oh god he was soaked, he was probably making such a mess everywhere. he began taking off his vest and jacket, hanging it over your shower before peeling his shirt off his chest. “gross,” he mumbles to himself, ringing it out over your bathtub.

“hey, i found you some… woah,” you say, trailing off as you see the broad expanse of his back, tattoos littering the muscular canvas. you never expected eddie munson to be toned. he turned to you, your eyes focused on his pale torso that glistened with the rain water. you scanned up his chest, eyes lingering on his tattoos until they found his face, a small smirk on his lips. you shook your head, blinking hard and taking a step towards him. why didn’t he just close the door before starting to change? “these were my dad’s, i think they might be a bit big but, at least they’re dry,” you say, refusing to meet his eyes again as you hold out the clothes to him.

“thanks,” he starts, taking them from you. “and should i hang my clothes in here or?” he asks, turning to look at what he’d already put up.

you nod, looking at his haphazard way of hanging them up. “yeah, that’s fine, when you’re done come find me in the kitchen,” you say, wanting to not look back in his eyes. you see him nod out of your peripheral, so you back up, shutting the door once you’re out.

“oh my god,” you whisper to yourself in disbelief, holding your hands to your temples as you walk to the kitchen. “pull yourself together, y/n,” you huff under your breath before turning on your stove to make hot chocolate.

eddie eventually gets all his clothes off and dries himself off with one of your towels as he tries to process the situation. what the hell was happening right now? he grabbed the plaid pajama pants you’d brought for him, the cold making him start to shiver, and pulled them up before using the drawstring to tie them to where they wouldn’t fall off. he then grabbed the green long sleeve and pulled it over his still wet hair and down his body. it was probably a size too big on him and wasn’t exactly the warmest thing but it would do. after finally pulling on the socks you’d given him, he slowly opened the door.

he stepped out, looking around to take a moment and absorb your trailer. it was 100x cleaner than his, and honestly seemed quite homey. the only lights on in the house were the bathroom one, which he switched off, the one you had turned on in the kitchen and a small lamp in your bedroom. eddie slowly walked towards the kitchen, peaking around the corner to see you pouring hot chocolate mix into a mug as a kettle sat on the stove in front of you.

you looked up at him as he stepped into view and gave him a small smile. he swears, despite his skin feeling like ice, that his heart fluttered with warmth when he saw your face. “i'm making you some hot chocolate, you still really cold?” you ask, your motherly instinct kicking in.

“i- uh, yeah kind of,” he says, crossing his arms. you take a step over, leaning across the counter to feel his forehead with the back of your hand. you frown when he’s ice cold to the touch, moving your hand to his cheeks as well. his face flushes, but thankfully it was already red from the cold so you couldn’t tell.

you walk over to your living room quickly, grabbing a blanket from off the couch and back over to him. “here,” you mumble, standing on your tiptoes to drape it over his shoulders. eddie takes it, pulling it tightly around himself and watching you with awe as the kettle goes off. “you can sit,” you say softly, grabbing the kettle and pouring the hot water into the mug.

eddie obliges, taking a seat at your dining room table. he studied you closely as you bring the mug to him and sit across from him. “thank you, for letting me in,” he says quietly, wrapping his hands around the warm mug.

you wave your hand in dismissal. “i wasn’t just going to let you freeze out there,” you say softly, crossing your leg under you. eddie takes a small, careful sip of the hot chocolate and lets out a sigh of content as the warmth spreads down his throat. “so… you locked yourself out?” you ask, tapping your fingers on the top of your table.

eddie nods, taking another drink. “it always seems to happen at the worst times,” he says. you nod, not knowing what to respond with. eddie bites his lip, wanting to get rid of this blanket of awkwardness that was beginning to settle over you two. “i never saw you as a night owl type of person,” he says.

you shrug, looking at your fingernails to avoid looking at him. “i was reading,” you mumble.

“oh? what book?” he asks, his interest piqued. he didn’t know you liked to read. well… as he thought about it he realized he didn’t know anything you liked to do.

you flashed your gaze up to him before looking back down. “the house of spirits,” you respond lowly.

“huh, i don’t think i’ve read that. is it good?” he pushes, not wanting this conversation to die.

you raise your eyebrow slightly at him. “you read?” you question.

eddie gasps, grabbing at his heart in mock offense. “do i read? i’m almost offended at that sweetheart, i play d&d you know? i love me some good fantasy,” he says, causing you to giggle. a smile spreads across his face at the sound, his heart skips a beat.

“guess i never thought to put those together,” you say shyly, your eyes cast down as you replay him calling you sweetheart over and over in your mind.

eddie takes another sip of his hot chocolate before continuing. “no? just assumed i was some freak who hated everything academic?” he quizzed.

“no, i just don’t think i can picture you sitting down and reading a book,” you defend yourself.

eddie smirks. “so what do you picture me doing then, if i’m not a reader?” he asks.

“uh,” you start, biting on your lower lip. you’ve pictured eddie doing a lot of things, but you didn’t necessarily want to tell him you’ve imagined how his hugs feel. “honestly? just playing d&d and smoking…” you say.

eddie shrugs, “i mean yes, i do that too.”

“what do you think i do?” you ask, your gaze lingering on his fingers.

eddie looks you up and down a moment, taking in your relaxed state. “to be completely honest, i don’t know. you’re a very mysterious girl, y/n,” he says truthfully.

“good,” you laugh lightly, propping your head up with your arm as you finally gather the courage to look at his face. shit, he was attractive.

eddie smirked at you before taking a bigger drink of his hot chocolate. “i’ve learned a few things though in these last few minutes, wanna know them?” he asked. you hummed in agreement, slightly nodding your head. “i learned that,” he started, setting down his mug and removing his hands from it. “you’re very sweet, and very very cute,” he said, reaching up to bop you in the nose.

you look down as heat rushes up your neck and face, a smile stretching across your face. “thanks,” you mumble, refusing to look back up.

“see? so cute, i could just eat you up,” eddie teases causing you to laugh quietly. “what? you’re not gonna say it back? damn, y/n,” he jokes, shaking his head side to side.

“no! you’re cute, so cute,” you say with a giggle, watching the way his face lights up.

“thank you, sweetheart, but i don’t know if i believe you,” he says, continuing to tease you.

you shake your head with a smile. “i’m being honest!” you say happily.

“mhm, that’s what all the pretty girls say,” he says with raised eyebrows before grabbing his mug to take another drink.

just then, a particularly bright flash of lightning hits and your power flickers before going out. “shit,” you say, wrapping your arms around yourself. your attitude drops, and eddie picks up on it.

“you okay?” he asks, squinting to see you in the dark.

you nod, “not a big fan of the dark.” eddie smiles at your confession.

“that’s adorable,” he says without thinking.

with a roll of your eyes a small smile comes back to your lips. “shut up,” you say quietly, dragging it out. it’s quiet for a moment before eddie pushes his seat back, standing up. “what’re you doing?” you question.

eddie shuffles towards the side of the table you’re on and stops. “stand up,” he says, and of course you do just that. he opens his arms that still had the blanket in his hands and takes a step towards you. he closes his arms, wrapping the both of you in the blanket and bringing you to his chest. “there, now you don’t have to be scared of the dark, and you can help warm me up,” he says quietly, his nerves kicking in slightly.

you know your face is on fire, so you thank whatever is up there that he can’t see that. but, despite your nervousness you relax into his touch, wrapping your arms around him as well and tucking your face into his chest. the both of you stand there for longer than you’d thought you would, stupid smiles on your faces as you shared your first moment together.

even though you didn’t know it, there would be many more to come.

Here's a daydream I've had if it helps the brain work

Morpheus and his wife(who's fae) are captured together but under the advice of the Corinthian robert separates them and give morpheus wife to he's friend binding her in a way similar to how Calliope was kept the man who took her and she gets pass down by each generation as a fae that brings good fortune and wealth and when morpheus escapes he comes and finds her with some of that protective and possessiveness. Not a request but and idea I've been dieing to share

Okay okay I was just gonna comment a bit but this somehow turned into full-blown headcanons so yeah I guess it did get the brain working🤣 Thanks for sharing your daydream anon! Here are a few thoughts it gave me:

Warning: mentions of blood and being held captive, overall angst

The magic drains you of power as well when you are captured, but you still struggle to curl around Morpheus when Roderick pulls the cape off him. Trying to cover as much of his naked body as you can, protect him from all the cruel stares

In his weakened state, Morpheus tries to hold onto you while Roderick's men take you away from him. But he doesn't have the strength to stand, let alone stop them from lifting you out of the binding circle and taking you God knows where

Years later, when Jessamy comes to rescue him, he knows there's no way she could break the glass around him. He opens his mouth to speak for the first time in years, and the first thing he wants to tell his raven is to go and find you, see if there is any way that she could free you (because he's sure you're still imprisoned, otherwise you wouldn't have thought twice before coming back for your husband)

But before he can say anything to Jessamy, there's a gunshot and a splash of blood

And now his loss is double

A terrible thought begins to haunt him, than you might have had the same fate. He knows the humans would rather keep you for their own gain than kill you, but he also knows how irrational and cruel they can be. What if...?

He can't allow himself to think of it. Standing still and silent in a glass cage for over a decade is torture enough. Imagining you meeting the same end as Jessamy would drive him to despair

When Morpheus finally, finally escapes, the first thing he does in Alex's dream is demand to know where they took you. Once he has the answer and condemns Alex to an eternal nightmare, he wills himself into your "owner's" mansion

He barely has the strength to punish those who hurt you, but of course he doesn't show it. He's every bit as terrifying to them, if not more so than he was with Alex (I mean we know what he was like with Madoc, no one gets to hurt his lover without suffering the consequences)

When he gets to you, you're not even conscious. You rarely are these days, after having your energy constantly drained for the past century so others could thrive

It's the most horrible sight Morpheus has seen since Jessamy's mangled body - his wife, his queen, his love, barely breathing on some filthy basement floor. After a hundred years without you, after a hundred years without anyone, he yearns to wrap you in his arms. But you look so frail, he barely dares to brush his fingers over your cheek

He uses the last of his strength to bring you both back to the Dreaming. Being transported to another plane is what makes you open your eyes

In your years of captivity, there had been so many moments of pure exhaustion where you could have sworn you heard your husband's deep voice, that you were waking up to his tender touch and the soft sheets of the bed you shared, back in your palace - always a beautiful, cruel illusion

So, when you see him again, you don't even believe it. He's finally with you after all this time, and you're looking at him like he's some kind of ghost conjured up by your broken mind

Lucienne is there, too, her eyes brimming with tears as she offers to help her King and Queen stand

But Morpheus refuses to move. He lies there on the ground with you, holding your face in his hands and murmuring to you over and over again that it is over and he is real and that you are home

And you finally realize this is not the perfect dream your mind usually creates to escape your tragic reality. There is no warmth, no royal bed. The Morpheus before you... his eyes are tired, drained, and there's dirt clinging to his alabaster skin, the dirt you had both unceremoniously landed in

It is real. It is home.

The moment that sinks in, you're pulling him to you with desperate arms, sobbing both your relief and a century of despair into his chest

And he finally gets to hold you to him so tightly, no mere human would be able to breathe were they in your shoes

He rarely shows such emotion towards you in the presence of others, but Lucienne is his most trusted subject

And truth be told, in this moment, his entire realm could be watching and he wouldn't deny you his embrace

Each one of your tears burns him

And he swears right then and there that he will never allow you to get hurt again

Do I need more angst in my life? No. Am I loving the fictional angst? Yesssss

Can't guarantee I'll elaborate so much on each one but Morpheus thoughts are welcome in my inbox!

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Eddie Munson loves to let you borrow his things, whether you ask for them or not.

At first it’s simple and sweet. You need a pen? He’s got you covered. Sun’s in your eyes? Well, now his sunglasses are on your face. Stepped in something wet with your socks on? He’s practically sprinting to his bedroom to get you a fresh (and hopefully clean) pair, regardless of whether or not they’ll fit you bc he’s just that eager.

Somehow it escalates from there. Quickly, it becomes rare that you ever find yourself leaving his company without something of his. It’s constant throughout your relationship, and it’s one of the things that made you fall in love with him so damn quickly.

Sometimes he’s really sneaky with it– tucks a few of his hair ties or some chapstick in your coat pocket, strings one of his rings onto your necklace chain when you’ve taken it off to sleep, or even brings a mug from his house to yours and puts it oh-so-innocently in your kitchen cupboard when you’re not looking.

Other times it’s right in front of your eyes. You’ll be mid-conversation when he decides you need one of his pins on your shirt, that his bracelet will go perfectly with your outfit today, or that his bandana needs to be in your back pocket for whatever reason. He doesn’t miss a beat as he continues to go on with whatever you’re chatting about, but you can see the proud little sparkle in his puppy eyes when he steps back to admire his work.

You’ve asked Eddie about it exactly once, way back when you first got together.

He’s still standing so close that when he laughs you can feel his breath, almost cool against your ever-warming cheek as he attaches one of his pins to your shirt. It must catch him off guard when you voice your curiosity because the fingers, that have been absentmindedly smoothing down the fabric of your collar, falter in their movements.

And he begins to look almost… sheepish.

His head tilts down in an attempt to hide behind his curls, eyes wide and pupils so huge you’re put into a trance. Silly boy says, softer than you’ve ever heard his voice, that it’s so you won’t forget.

Forget about him.

The only thing you can think to do in that moment is kiss him.

So you do. Again, and again, and again, as you try to find a way to assure to him that there’s is no way in hell you’d ever be able to forget the love of your whole life.

Even if he wasn’t leaving little pieces of himself behind to remind you.

AO3 is down (again)

and people are hilarious (again)

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

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."

EDDIE AND THIGHS

Okay, Eddie is totally a thigh guy.

He for sure is always touching your thighs no matter what.

when you guys are in his van, at the trailer, in school, during D&D, at the moviesssss.

He for sure loves thrillers and horror movies and always wants you to be there and experience them with him so when you are finally at the movies, his reactions always result in tight grabs on your thigh and ruffles of your skirt when he jumps from a jump scare.

Honestly, the idea of him fixing your skirt back down to be respectful to you when it rides up from his reactions is just SO GOD DAMN HOTTTT.

He also totally is always tapping beats on your thigh ANYWHERE. Because this man definitely always has a soundtrack playing in his head.

Like, imagine sitting at lunch when you're talking to Dustin about the upcoming campaign with the light taps from Eddie on your thighs, his head slightly bopping, his hair wiggling. OMG SO CUTE

When you guys cuddle he ALWAYS insists on having your legs wrapped around his waist so he can touch your thighssss

okay, that's enough of that....

let me know if you guys want a fanfic on this :)

Sobbing

Screaming

Crying

Throwing up

…..

WHY DOES SKIP AND LOAFER HAVE TO BE NEWWWWW I WANT MORE NYOWWWWWWWW

Can you make a Henderson fem! Reader x Eddie Munson where ready is in hellfire club to pick up Dustin and as she waiting in the background for their campaign to be over and in the middle of the campaign reader starts to hum one of Corroded Coffin and he is caught off guard

Hot Sister

GENRE: fluff

You really didn't feel like driving home just to come back and pick dustin up, so you decided to stay and watch while Dustin's D&D club played.

They had broken for discussion and the room was now quiet, quiet enough for Eddie to hear you humming the guitar riff of his song from Corroded Coffin.

"Henderson!" Eddie yells to Dustin with wide eyes and a bright smile.

"Why didn't you tell me your hot sister knew my music?" Your face felt warm at his description of you, and considering you had a crush on him and were a fan of him you felt very on the spot.

Dustin's face contorts in disgust.

"She asked and went to your show. And don't call my sister hot!"

Excited, Eddie looks over to you who was feeling very shy amidst all this.

"Last Saturday?" He asks and points his finger at you. You grin and nod your head slowly. He claps his hands together and pumps his fist in the air.

"Dude! I cant believe your hot sister went to my show and you didn't tell me!" He starts to scold Dustin.

"Stop saying that!" Dustin yells back to him. All you can do is smile as Eddie walks over.

"Sorry I didn't see you there, doll. Don't know how I could miss you." He says genuinely.

"I was sat in the back, didn't want to embarrass myself." You chuckle and cross your legs.

"Nahhh, embarrass how? Would've loved to see Henderson's hot sister at my show." Dustin groans in the background and you just giggle and hide your face. He lightly grabs your wrist and pulls your hand down, making eye contact with you. It felt like you could stare into those dark eyes of his forever, just swimming in the abyss.

"We have another show tomorrow. Be there?"

"Be there." You confirm with a smile that he returns eagerly before thanking Dustin for having you as a sister.