She/her | 19 | Alina :) A blog dedicated to āThe Fruity Fourā. They literally own my soul! "Oh tell me how does it feel? Too treat me like you do." Ask Me Anything! :)
I used to go by Kaity on here, but Iāve decided my name suits me just as well.
Iām kind of revamping my tumblr at the moment, in with the new and out with the old! So, instead of it just being a blog dedicated to Eddie Munson, itās now dedicated to āThe Fruity Four.ā
So, Iāll be writing for all four of the gang separately and together as a couple as well, for example;
Steddie x reader.
Ronance x Reader.
Robin x Reader.
Eddie x Reader.
The fruity four x Reader.
Etcā¦
I wonāt be writing, Robin with anyone other than a girl Reader, because sheās gay yaāll!! So if anyone asks for non-platonic Robin x Male Readerā¦ itāll get ignored. š¤·š»āāļø
I also write for other characters. Like Chrissy, Gareth, Argyle, etcā¦ But itās mostly just a blog for āThe Fruity Four.ā ;)
Also, just a disclaimer I donāt write often. With my schedule always being in the way, itās hard to get time to write, but Iām trying to get better with that so hopefully youāll be seeing more of me!!
Anyways, feel free to request stuff in my comments or inbox and Iāll try to get to it as soon as possible!!
Eddie is not a morning person, never has been, but once the two of you start having sleepovers that starts to change and it's all because you wake him up with kisses. You pepper his face with soft, gentle kisses to wake him up and he loves it. And then he gets up and makes the two of you breakfast.
One day Wayne comes home from work when they two of you are in the kitchen, you sitting at the little table and Eddie at the stove making pancakes or something.
Wayne smiles and says something like, "I guess it takes a pretty face to get you out of bed before noon."
You quietly chuckle to yourself and Eddie blushes as he continues making your breakfast.
Eddie Munson's the type of boyfriend who'd do TikTok dances with you because he loves you. I was just listening to super shy & thought, yeah I could see Eddie doing the dance with his partner. And it wouldn't even be embarrassing or cringy for him, he'd genuinely enjoy it. He'd take that shit so seriously. He'd get Steve and Dustin as backup dancers. He's not letting anyone get the choreo wrong. He's committed!!!
eddie starts to do more accents after noticing how much it makes you giggle. heāll start ordering pizza in a british accent when youāre at the trailer for movie night. when he catches you drifting off while studying, heās quick to break in a high pitched valley girl accent as he reads āwhat was like the primary goal of the confederacy in fighting the civil war?ā when he notices you trying to hide your smile he continues his theatrics. āwhats your damage? do you like want to fail this test?ā heāll break into a french accent when you cook together, he even drew a moustache with a sharpie once (had to go to school the next day with it on since it wouldnāt come off and he didnāt break out of the accent till it fully came off). when he picks you up for school he greets you in a pirate accent, but sometimes itās a southern one. it somehow never gets old and heās rewarded with your smile every time.
I love the idea of supportive Wayne raising his very chaotic and queer nephew. Heās not a man of many words, but his actions show his love for Eddie.
Watching Eddie do fashion shows when heās young. Not knowing when theyāre going to end, but watching his favourite person in the world strut his stuff in everything from diy band shirts, dresses with flannels, skirts and sneakers.
Metal and rock is blasting, Eddie is so content doing air guitar in whatever clothes make him feel comfortable and cool.
Wayne watched the whole thing with a smile and a sparkle in his eyes. He canāt believe he got the best nephew thatās so opposite in personality.
The definition of a wild child and he wouldnāt want Eddie any other way. Even if he has to clean makeup off the bathroom sink after Eddie experimented at 12:00 at night and passed out afterwards.
"I just wanted to tell you something, as a friend." Eddie goes on. You've been on the phone for 15 minutes now. You can tell he's had one too many beers. His words running together a bit, his voice a little louder than usual.
"Of course." you tease, a giggle falling from your lips. You had just finished a joint when your phone rang, Eddie insisting he had something important to tell you.
"Your body is bangin.ā
"Bangin' huh?" you giggle, your cheeks reddening immediately, grateful that he wasn't standing in front of you.
"Listen.. even friends can appreciate their friends uh-parts." he slurs, a little giggle slipping his lips.
"That skirt the other day, baby. Fuuuck." He groans dramatically. "Your ass.. your fucking curves."
"Eddie." you whisper, barely able to speak as compliments continue pouring from his lips. This wasn't the first time Eddie had said something like this but he wasn't usually so blunt.
"Shhh! I'm just trying to tell you." he chuckles again, "I would have bent you over right then and there if you woulda let me." his playful tone darkens in an instant.
"I-" Suddenly you wished he was standing in front of you.
"Mmm.. I can picture it now." he hums. "Pushing your skirt above your hips. Teasing you first. Do you like to be teased, sweetheart?"
"Fuck, Eds." you breathe out, your heart pounding in your chest, your pussy beginning to throb from his words.
"Shit, sorry baby.. I'm a little," he pauses to hiccup loudly, "a little drunk."
"It's okay.. I-I do like to be teased, by the way." you whisper into the phone, not wanting the conversation to end. Your high giving you a little boost of confidence.
"Yeah? Can I tell you what I'd do first?Hypothetically.ā he rasps.
"Please." you whimper.
"Shit.. yeah, okay. First I'd bend you over.. like we talked about." he says giddily.
"Mhmm."
"Then I'd run my fingers up your thigh slowly until I reach your panties. I bet they'd be wet. Would they be wet, sweetheart?"
"So wet." you purr, escalating the situation further, resulting in a deep moan from Eddie.
Fuck, he's hot.
"I would bring my fingertips to your clit, starting slow. Teasing you just a bit. Then I'd move lower, feeling your soaked panties."
"Soaked?" you egg him on.
"Fucking drenched." he groans.
"What next?"
He chuckles lustfully at your eager tone. "I'd slip them to the side.. what color are they, baby?"
"Red. Lacy."
"Fuck me. Mmm.. okay. I'd slip the lace to the side, finally feeling you on my fingers.."
"Fast or slow?"
"Slow, in and out, I bet you feel so fucking good.ā
āHow many fingers?" he moans growing hard at the thought.
"Two?"
"Two.. yeah.. two sounds good. I'd start slow, gliding them in and out, speeding up, listening to your sounds.. finger fucking you real good, sweetheart. Make you cum all over my hand. God, know you'd be so wet."
"So wet for you, Eddie. My pussy would be so wet for you." you purr, surprising yourself with your words.
"Sweetheart... you're gonna make me cum." he blurts out at the same time that you blurt out your own sentence. "Do you wanna come over?"
"Yes. God, yes." he answers hastily.
"Wait, Eddie.. I don't think you should drive right now."
"No, no, no. I'm not driving. Stevie here is gonna drive me. Aren't ya buddy? Oh, here. You wanna say hi?" You hear a rustling on the other end of the phone. Oh god.
"Uh.. hi." Steve mutters awkwardly through the phone.
"Heh.. hi Steve." your face blushes profusely as you realize Steve must have been there the whole time.
"So. uh- need me to bring him?"
"Mhmm.. yeah. Please."
"I'm about to fuck your brains out." Eddie's voice comes through the phone again. CLICK.
Sharing a big bag of chips and Eddie catching your wrist and sucking on your fingers to get off all the crumbs that are stuck to them.
Eddie sneaking up behind you, pushing his icy fingers up your jumper and laughing hysterically when you cringe and shove him away.Ā
Baking together and both of you shoving your fingers into the mix to taste it when the other isnāt looking. Taking turns to lick the spoon clean.Ā
Smacking Eddieās ass every time he bends over.Ā
Trying to throw food into each other's mouths and then fishing crumbs out of each other's hair.Ā
Eddie saying āGood yawnā or āGood burpāĀ
Alternatively, every time you yawn for a long time heāll stick his fingers in your mouth.Ā
If heās too tired to make it to the couch after work, heāll collapse on his knees in between your legs and face plant into your lap.Ā
He doesnāt have an ulterior motive, apart from when he does, he just likes to be close to you. He claims you recharge him.Ā
Fake wrestling
He likes to bend at the waist when he runs towards you like heās about to tackle you, but instead, he lifts you off the ground and spins you around.Ā
Heās an embarrassment at the airport if you ever need to go somewhere. Going and Coming back.Ā
Going heās a blubbering mess.Ā
Returning heās a blubbering mess, plus heās delivering a monologue like youāre returning from war. You have received a āthank you for your serviceā before because of his dramatics.Ā
The first time you fly together, he wonāt admit it, but heās terrified.
Will always pretend you need to hold his hand, rather than him needing to ask for it.Ā
Wearing an old comfy pair of underwear with a small hole or tear? Eddie finds that hole and digs his finger in to make it bigger and bigger. Likes that it gives him easier access. Will pull you towards him by the hole.
Likeās to have his hand down your pants just for comfort. He wonāt even do anything just rest/cup his palm against you.Ā
If your is hand in or up his boxers? Heās dead. In heaven.
Goes feral when you rake your nails down his thighs or his happy trail.Ā
Hair-washing nights morph into self-care days, helping with his curls and painting his nails.Ā
Insists he does your eyeliner if youāre putting any on. Will straddle your thigh like a heathen and pretend heās not borderline humping it while holding a pencil dangerously close to your eyeball.Ā
He believes in love boners.Ā
Wants a cat, but youāre worried about the responsibility so you get fish to get into the habit of feeding something daily.Ā
You both have names for the racoons that live in the trailer park and will gossip about what you saw them getting up to that day
Air guitar contests
Eddie writing you love letters in detention
Walking Eddie to the bathroom at parties when he gets too drunk. Holding one of his hands, the other wrapped around his waist.Ā
Sometimes he has literally asked you to hold his dick while he pees because heās either too drunk to do it himself or thinks itās funny.Ā
ā CW: Drug Use, Marijuana, the death of a cart, a funeral
ā A/N: I wrote this for my beloved @lofaewrites when she mentioned she needed a funeral for her cart preached by Eddie Munson. Thus ensued. I really hope you enjoy it my lovely darling lo, I love you to the moon and back <3)
Eddie went through all the rules when he bought you your first pen, something he had gifted you when you complained of aches and pains that seemed to plague you on the daily.Ā
There werenāt many, just the basic ābe carefulā and ācall me if you need meā sort of direction. But the one, golden rule Eddie really hammered home- never let it drop.Ā
āYeah- Never let it drop- Carts are glass, it would be a real shame to drop one and send 40 dollars down the drain,āĀ he mumbles as he screws the cart into your new device.Ā
He takes a few puffs from it, testing it out before offering it to you. You inevitably cough, Eddie coaching you on how to hit it, finally giving up and hitting the pen himself.Ā
He leans over, lips ghosting yours as he exhales the smoke into your mouth. Itās easier to tolerate this way, the smoke not as hard on your throat and lungs.Ā
You eventually get the hang of it, confidently taking puffs on your own.
You felt a little like a baby stoner, watching Eddie power through a blunt and seem unfazed had your mind thoroughly fucked, the man was like a freight train.
A few hits off the pen? You were good for a good while. Eddie loved it though, loved how you giggled more and rambled about things important to you- and he loved how cheap it was to smoke you out.Ā
Youāre in Eddieās trailer one evening, waiting for him to get home from work, Wayne long gone as he went on a date Eddie had set him up on.Ā
Youāre relaxed on his bed, notebook in hand as you finish up your English 2040 homework.. Youād had classes all morning so you hadnāt seen Eddie all day, so to say you were excited when you heard the front door open was an understatement. You hop up from your place on the bed, pencil and papers flying as you practically run to the front door.
You round the corner, peeking out the hallway and standing in the kitchen.
āHi peaches,ā he muses, smiling widely when he sees you.
āKiss me like you miss me?ā you mumble sweetly, shifting from foot to foot.
āWell cāmere,ā he holds his arms out, you launching yourself into them, allowing yourself to be held by the man as he leans down to catch your lips in a sweet kiss.Ā
āYou able to hold down the fort without me?ā he questions as he makes his way past you and towards the kitchen- not before he places another soft kiss to your forehead.Ā
You nod sweetly, mouth turning upwards into a soft smile while you watch Eddie pull his tin lunch box in front of him. He looks over at you, playfully rolling his eyes when he realizes youāre stoned.Ā
āBeen hittinā the pen?ā he questions as he transfers some bud into his grinder, looking back up at you with a cheeky smile on his face.
āDonāt make fun of me Eds, know how easy it is to get me high,ā he gets up from his place at the kitchen table, pulling you into him and looking down at you.
āBaby- Peaches, Iād never,ā he feigns the heartbreak, his hand on his chest as if you had actually wounded him.
āGo get out of your stinky clothes, Iāll start dinner,ā you playfully smack his chest, he ignores it and leans down and kisses you anyways.Ā
He retreats to the bedroom, coveralls slung low on his hips as he makes his way into your shared bedroom.Ā
You hear Eddie suck in a breath through his teeth, a dramatic little thing he does when something not that serious happens. You roll your eyes as you turn to the cupboards to find something to cook Eddie.Ā
āPeaches- what did I tell you was the first rule of having a pen? I found this on the floorā he states, hands on his hip as he holds the now shattered cart and luckily okay pen in his hand.Ā
āFuuuuuck- Eddie I am so sorry- I-Iāll buy us a new cart, I just got paid. I know you like to use it when we are out and you can't smoke real bud-ā he cuts you off.Ā
āBabe- Baby itās okay,ā he rushes out, digging in his lunchbox and pulling out a fresh new cart.Ā
āKnew this was gonna happen- kept a spare for when it broke or ran out,ā you smile up at him, a wave of relief washing over you when you realize he wasnāt mad at you for breaking something so expensive.Ā
āBut first-ā he fake sniffles, retreating to his bedroom and returning with a small matchbox, placing the cart inside and offering a salute as he places it on the table.Ā
āWe must lay him to rest-ā Eddie states matter of factly, āWe had a good man die, we canāt just let him go to the trash,āĀ
You giggle, the weed coursing through your body making the whole thing that much funnier.
He marches to the front door, handing you one of his jackets as he heads outside with a spoon, a spoon.Ā
He digs in the dirt by the front door, luckily unthawed from the cold winter you had just had. He forms a perfect little hole to place the matchbox inside, setting it inside and wiping a fake tear from his eye before covering the box with the dirt he had just dug up.Ā
āAny words?ā he questions as he gets up from his place on the ground, dirt covering his knees and palms of his hands.Ā
āYou-You were good to me. Always got me high and gave me some of the most mind blowing sex-āĀ
āHeyyyyy-ā Eddie pouts, āIām the one giving you mind blowing sex,āĀ
You roll your eyes, grabbing his hand in the process and tugging him back into the warm trailer.
i'm seeing people losing hope for palestine i'm begging you seriously please don't. the death toll is high but there are still people alive, there are still journalists risking everything to make sure the world sees what is happening. please continue protesting if you have the option to, keep demanding for a ceasefire and keep talking about palestinians both alive and dead. you have to keep going until the very end or else you really did fail them.
Reminder that before all this, the population of Gaza was approximately 2,300,000. The current death toll is around 15,500 - possibly as many as 20,000. That's horrific, yes. But that means that there are still at least 2,280,000 gazans alive and kicking. There are 2.28 million people who would benefit from a permanent ceasefire; for an end to Israeli hostility; for increased aid and reliable access to food and water. There are still 2.28 million people that Israel has not managed to kill.
So keep making noise. Do whatever you can to help those 2.28 million living people, and to remember and honour the 15,000-20,000 lives that have been taken. Giving up on Gaza helps no one but Israel.
More older eddie thoughts because I canāt stop thinking about him rn.
He gets a little wine drunk after dinner one night. Sitting at the old piano in your cozy living room. Pajamas on. Robe tied around his waist. A pair of slippers on his feet. Glasses sit on top of the piano next to a lit lavender scented candle. A picture of comfort.
Fingers moving gracefully along the keys. Singing a bit out of tune. On purpose just to hear the laugh you let out as you stand leaning against the piano. Wine glass in hand. A look of pure adoration on your face as you watch Eddieās theatrics. Your silly man.
Mid song he gently grabs your arm, tugging you down beside him on the bench. Insisting on trying to show you how to play this song. Again. Hand grabbing yours to place your fingers on the proper keys. Heās tried to teach you many times but it never sticks. And thatās okay. Itās better watching him play. Seeing the passion that lights him up no matter the instrument.
And as you hit another wrong key, Eddie throws an arm over your shoulder pulling you in to press a kiss to your temple. Whispering words against your skin.
Next time, sweetheart.
As if it hasnāt been years. Many, many years. And youāll never tire of it. Not as Eddie kicks into one last song before youāll both retreat to lay in each otherās arms in bed. His snores mixing with your soft breaths.
When eddie said he would never fall in love he didnāt know he would meet you. once he did his entire perception of love changed, you changed him & when he already thought he had enough love from him , you guys met steve.
Steve who makes you dinner every night , steve who forces you guys to stay because he cannot sleep without you guys anymore. steve who holds you guys when you have nightmares and even though no one thought either boy deserved love , you loved them , you saved them & you cared for them.
When the whole town shit on you and steve for loving eddie , eddie gave you guys an ultimatum, he didnt want to hold you guys back nor did he want the town to label you as freaks either.
He proved to everyone and himself that he was capable of loving , that he was capable of being loved. The three of you were.
