Eddie Munson imagines

Grumpy

SFW
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Twenty seven. There were twenty seven cracks in the ceiling above you. Some were dark stained from rain damage, some were from mold. It didn't come as a shock to you, though, considering the neighborhood you lived in. You were just incredibly bored, and were trying everything in your power to fall asleep. It was almost two o'clock in the morning, and Eddie had long since passed out. You figured it was your own fault, as you had downed almost three pepsis during diner, a piss poor excuse of dinner. Eddie had promised he would run to the store, which as usual, he forgot, so tv diners it was. You groaned softly as you glanced over to your lover, sighing as the sight of him. He looked so peaceful. So...so...asleep. You wished you looked like that. Was it fair to wake him just because you couldn't sleep? Probably not, but damn it, you'd been awake for hours, and you were going to die of boredom. "Eddie?" You called softly, face turned in his direction. You were only met with sound snores.

"Eddieeeee?" You sang, reaching out to poke his shoulder, too which he grunted roughly into his pillow. You scoffed, slapping him playfully. "Christ, Edward, wake up!" "What?" He said sharply, glaring at you over his shoulder. You stifled a laugh as you leaned up on your elbow. "I can't sleep. Will you entertain me?" He groaned dramatically and very loudly as he faceplanted back into his pillow, ignoring you. "Hey!" You gasped. "Come on, I can't sleep!"

"That's your own fault." His voice was muffled. "I told you not to drink so much caffeine." He did. He warned you after your second one that you'd be up bouncing off the walls. In fact, he lovingly told you not to keep him up all night. Looks like you didn't give a shit about that. Eddie, despite how passionate, happy and a charismatic he was as a human being, he was terribly grumpy when he woke up. Especially when he wasn't ready. If he didn't get his full eight hours, god forbid anyone say anything to him until he fully woke up. You thought it was hilarious, though, given he was just too damn cute when he was grouchy.

"Please!" You threw yourself on his back, resting your chin on his shoulder. His hair was softly and frizzy underneath your cheek, his torso bare and shirt scattered off into the dark abyss of the floor. "Tell me a story or something! You're good at that." More pleaful groans. "Eddie!" "Ugh- why must I pay for your crimes?" He whined, pushing you off his back as he twisted around to lay on his. You giggled happily as he pulled you into his side, cuddling up against him. You pulled your black comforter up around your shoulders, his face etched into a look of annoyance. "What do you wanna talk about?" You beamed. "I don't want to talk about anything, y/n." He groveled. "I want to sleep." You rolled your eyes at him. "Too bad. You're staying up with me." "I want to break up then. Pack your things and go." He said tiredly, his eyes remaining closed. You snickered, knowing he was teasing.

"Can I tell you what I thought of today?" You drummed your fingers against his chest. "No, but you're going to tell me anyways, so might as well." "I was thinking we could get a dog!" You said happily, looking up to see his eyes snap open.

"Fuck no." His tired eyes met yours, stomach dropping at the idea of a furry creature roughhousing your home. "Don't even think about." "Why not!" You pouted, sitting up with him. "It would be cute! A little puppy running around!" "Uh, no," He raised his brows, pushing his bedhead away from his face. "It would not be cute. It would be a mess. We're not getting a dog." He said in a no nonsense voice, a very tired voice, and sunk back down in the mattress without you.

You remained seated upright, lips pulled into a frown as you crossed your arms. "You don't love me." You pouted, obviously just messing with him. "Shut up." He shuffled, trying to get comfortable. "Go to bed, y/n.""No, I can't." You shook your head. "How can I sleep knowing my boyfriend doesn't love me anymore!" "Jesus h christ," He dragged out, knowing you weren't ever going to shut the hell up. He made a mental note to never buy pepsi again. "When did I say that?""Just now." You huffed, nose turned upward. "You said I couldn't get a dog." "So that means I don't love you?" "Yes." He moaned into the sheets, lifting himself up only to pull you back down with him, causing you to squeal. "I'm putting up with this, aren't I? Doesn't that prove my love to you?"

He was on his stomach still, his arm around your chest as he held you close. "I guess." You shrugged. "But I still want a puppy, Eddie. Why don't you want one?" "Because dogs are messy, y/n." His nose pressed against your shoulder, his tone light, yet dripping in exhaustion. You were a terrible girlfriend, you figured. "But I can clean after it!" You persuaded happily. "I promise it won't get into any of your stuff." "Mhm, you say that now." You turned your face toward him and huffed dramatically, causing him to open his eyes. You glared at him, and he just looked at you with amusement. "If I tell you a story will you drop this whole dog business?" You thought for a moment. Yeah, he was probably right. A dog would be messy. "Yeah, okay." You smiled, causing him to roll his eyes. He turned on his side to pull you in close, and beamed happily as you cuddled against him. He sighed deeply. "Once upon a time,"
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