Eddie Munson x Reader | 𝗢𝗻𝗲𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁𝘀 𝟭𝟴+

All The Pretty Parts (Angst & Fluff)

A/N: Y'all... you have to realize I can see your age if you read this in my statistics. It says 18+ for a fucking reason. I'm sorry to be harsh about this but if you are under the age of 18, do not read this, do not interact with this and just click away. I'm aware there's more fluff chapters here than smut, but even then this is an adult character and I am writing reader as an ADULT. I repeat, if you are under the age of 18 and a MINOR, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ! Thank you. 

Trigger warning. Might be triggering content for EDs and other body image related issues. 

Nancy Wheeler was a subject of your thoughts more often than you'd like. She was one of your best friends and cared for you, like she did all her friends. But you just couldn't help it. You couldn't help but have feelings of resentment. Jealousy.

Whenever she stood next to Eddie, it was impossible not to notice how nice she looked next to him. It made sense. She was so much smaller than him. Smaller than you.

You didn't know what Eddie even saw in you. How he had it in him to look at you and not be disgusted. Did he not see how much better he'd look with someone like Nancy by his side?

You could feel it as you cuddled with him at night. You saw it when he walked by your side past a window. Saw it in the polaroids adorning his room. Fat.

You couldn't help but be conscious of every bite you took. Be aware of which clothes hid you the best. How to style your hair to make your face less round. Anything so Eddie wouldn't see.

But Eddie saw. You noticed how he'd watch you when you were eating. He'd be watching when you covered yourself up.

Eddie always noticed you when you were trying your best to hide.

Eddie also noticed how you tensed when Nancy talked about anything. Clothes, hair, make-up, hell, Wheeler could be talking about how her shit looked in the toilet and you'd be hanging onto her every word. He knew you weren't always interested in what she was talking about, so how come Nancy was better at holding your attention than he was?

Until he realised why. You were comparing yourself to anything and everything Nancy did. At first, he didn't understand. What was so remarkable about Nancy? Sure, she was nice, and a good friend, but so were you.

But then he remembered how you'd cover up instinctively whenever someone even dared to spare you a glance. How you'd poke around the food on your plate, but never quite finish. The smile in pictures that never quite reached your eyes. How you tried to make sure Eddie's hands were never touching your stomach as you were cuddling.

You were comparing yourself to Nancy because she was skinny.

He'd known you weren't always the most comfortable in your own skin. But until now, he hadn't thought much of it. Now he'd noticed he couldn't fucking stand it. It was consuming you. Leaving you as a shell of your former self with every dark thought that crossed your mind. Eating you alive.

Eddie wanted to assure you he loved you for you. He liked you exactly the way you were. But he knew if he were to right out say something, you'd never accept it. So he had to show you just how much he loved you.

He'd grab your cheeks randomly and kiss them until they were rosy. "I love these cheeks so much. They're so freaking adorable." Then he'd walk away as if nothing had happened.

When things were getting heated, he'd slowly trail his hands down your sides to rest on your love handles. You'd try and hide, but he'd kiss your neck, holding them and telling you how incredibly sexy he thought they were.

You were surprised to see Eddie take up the habit of making you breakfast. He was the exact opposite of a morning person and definitely not a good cook. He still made you breakfast every day regardless and didn't let you leave until you'd finished every crumb of slightly burned toast.

When your legs were on his lap, shirt ridden up while watching a movie, he'd trail his fingers over your stretch marks. You'd try and stop him. Tell him it tingles, because why the hell would he do that? "Just like 'em." He'd shrug.

And it was working. You were opening up. No longer watching Nancy like a hawk. Eddie knew there was a long way to go before you'd accept that he loved you, even if you weren't skinny. But he had a feeling there'd be time. So much time.

"I wanna grow old with you, you know." He'd dropped on you on a rainy Sunday afternoon. "Can't believe you're mine sometimes. You're just so gorgeous."

"Eddie, stop! You don't know what you're talking about." You laughed. But Eddie was dead serious.

"I do, sweetheart. You are the most beautiful specimen I've ever laid my eyes on. Don't you ever dare break up with me, because I don't think I'd survive."

"You're serious? Eddie, you could do so much better than me! You're so attractive it drives me nuts. If either of us doesn't deserve the other, it's me."

"Drive you nuts? You drive me nuts. Those phenomenal thighs? Those adorable cheeks? You wanna know my favourite part? Your stomach and hips, it feels so nice to hold them at night when you're snuggled up against me. And don't get me started on the rest of you because I'm very comfortable sitting here and frankly feeling way too lazy to get turned on right now."

"You really mean it? You actually like those parts about me?" You were stunned as Eddie one by one pointed out your insecurities. All you got in return was a love-filled gaze.

"I told you, I wanna grow old with you. I like those parts and then some."