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teddyeyeseddie · 10 months

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Devil Horns & Mary Jane

Virgin!Eddie X Reader

(a/n hiiiii long time no see! Its been awhile but i am so glad to be back and bee bopping around brain rot city with @lofaewrites ! boy have i been cooking up some stuff in the kitchen for you guys! here’s my attempt at willing summer away, i mean it's practically halloween, right?)

“For the last time I am not driving you to some haunted woods all the way in bum-fuck Indiana,” Eddie shouts, settling in on the couch with a bowl of popcorn.

“Eddie, please,” Dustin begs, plopping down beside him, grabbing onto Eddie’s shoulder and shaking it.

“Yeah, please Eddie. You promised you would take us to a haunted house this year!” Mike chimes in, pleading eyes looking down at Eddie.

“I promised I would take you but I’m not taking you tonight, I have plans,” he motions to the TV in front of him, some horror film playing at a low volume.

“Now shoo-'' Dustin's hand comes to shush Eddie, pointer finger smushed to Eddie’s pink lips.

“I’ll tell them about what's under--'' It's Eddie’s turn to shush Dustin, his whole hand quick to cover Dustin’s mouth.

“Enough of that. Alright kids, load up,” Dusting snickers as he follows Eddie and his friends out of the trailer.

The kids all pile in his van, Dustin settling in the front seat. Eddie’s hand smacks his as he attempts to change the radio, turning it back to his usual rock station.

The drive takes them out of town to a more rural area, the haunted woods and corn maze stretching for several acres. Eddie parks the Van, boots crunching in gravel as he steps out of the vehicle. He stuffs his hands in his jacket pocket, withdrawing a pack of camels. He lights one, taking several drags before stopping under a tree.

“I’ll be waiting here for you guys,” he sends the group a salute as he leans up against the trunk.

“Nope, you’re coming,” Max states bluntly, walking towards him and plucking the cigarette from his pursed lips before stomping on it.

“Oof, alright,” Eddie raises his eyebrows before begrudgingly following the group toward the entrance of the haunted woods.

“Beware!!” A badly dressed clown screams on Eddie’s right, causing Dustin to jump.

“Oh this is going to be so epic,” Dustin says as he bumps into Eddie. He shrugs him off and straightens out his shoulders.

The group pushes its way through a badly shredded sheet that is covered in fake blood, Eddie chuckles nervously to himself before entering through the “Gates of Hell”.

They walk for a bit through the woods, witches and zombies popping out periodically to try and get a rise out of the group. Eddie usually sees it coming, but still jumping at the inevitable scare.

They make it to a small cabin in the middle of the woods, glass windows broken, Cobwebs stretching across the porch, the whole nine yards. Eddie ducks into the small doorway, being the first of his group to make the journey inside. He feels it out once he is in, the strobing lights making his head spin as he tries to make his way forward.

Dustin follows in shortly after, putting his hand on Eddie’s shoulder, causing Eddie to jump. He shakes his head, hair tossing back in Dustin’s face. The group trudges forward, making it halfway through the house with no scares. Eddie is pretty sure the house is vacant of haunt employees. He begins to relax, shrugging Dustin’s hands off his shoulders as he makes his way through the house.

He makes it to the bathroom where a bathtub sits. He begins to notice bubbles forming in the tub, getting closer to investigate despite his judgment. When he is standing over the tub, something jumps out, right in Eddie’s face. Eddie is quick to squeal, hands taking position before punching in front of him at the mass that just emerged from the bathtub.

“Fuck-ow ow ow,” he pulls his hand back, shaking it out before realizing what just happened.

He punched someone.

He punched an employee.

He rushes back to the tub, his hands coming to pull the workers mask off to reveal a doe eyed girl with the bloodiest of noses.

“Shit shit shit. I am so sorry,” He grabs the bandana that is stuck in his back pocket and presses it to your nose.

You let yourself be held up by Eddie as he walks you through the rest of the house, your mind is so fuzzy you’re not really sure what is going on.

He shakes your shoulder once you make it outside, looking down at you, his face illuminated by the residual strobing lights bleeding through the panes of the broken windows.

He’s pretty, bangs disheveled and sticking to his forehead, leather jacket broadening his shoulders, pink tongue poking out from between his plump lips.

“Hey, Hey c'mon l-look at me,” he says from above you, your eyes finally focused on his, a grimace forming on your face as you come to.

“Did you punch me?” you question, hand finally coming to rub under your nose, blood painting your fingers. His hand comes to rub at the back of his neck, a shy smile forming on his face as he does so.

“Yes?” he almost questions, “But, I am so so sorry, I did not expect someone to pop out of there. I’ve never even been to a haunted house before, I just say I like them so my friends don’t think I’m lame. I’m actually really terrified of them? I’ve never even punched someone before, not even when I got beat up in midd-”

“Eddie! For god’s sake let Y/N breathe,” Dustin groans, “Hi, Y/N. Are you okay?” He questions, coming to kneel beside you.

“Yeah Dusty, I’m ok,” you say, smiling at him.

“Y/N? Dusty?” Eddie asks, confused.

“Y/N is my neighbor, it’s how I heard about the haunted woods in the first place,” Dustin reveals, holding his hand out to you in order to help you off the porch steps.

Eddie reaches his arm out, offering it to you. You take it, looping your arm in his as you walk down the hill and towards the exit of the haunted woods.

The two of you make small talk as you walk down, Eddie even lighting a cigarette and offering it to you. You decide fuck it after the night you’ve had and take several drags before giving it back to Eddie.

“I really am so sorry I punched you,” Eddie says as he looks down at you, “I-I dont like hit women or anything like that, I didn’t even know you were a woman. Just like a mass of moss or something gross like th-”

“EDDIE!” you shout playfully, “Stop with the nervous rambling, it's fine! My nose isn’t broken and you got me out of work for the night,”

“Seriously? No “I’m gonna press charges”? You do know who I am right? Half the town wants to see me in jail,” he states bluntly.

“You’re a dork,” you say with a shrug, “I don’t think you’d survive in jail so I decided to spare you,”

“Okay, ouch. I am not a dork,” Eddie defends, eyes trained forward as he walks with you.

“What do you do in your free time?”

“Play D&D, read, write music, watch horror films,” he states obviously.

“See, dork,” you bump your hip with his, smiling as you do so. Eddie meets your smile with a frown, his eyebrow furrowing as he looks at you.

“Hey, c'mon you punched me in the face. I can say you’re a dork. Plus, I never said being a dork was a bad thing,” you reveal, arm unlocking from his as you approach a trailer that served as your bosses office. He was understanding as to what happened but had to understandingly ban Eddie from the haunted woods for the foreseeable future.

Eddie shrugs his shoulders at the news, stepping out of the trailer with you.

“It’s better than spending a night in jail,” Eddie says, digging in his pocket for his keys.

“C’mon kids, load up,” Eddie shouts before turning back towards you.

“Do you need a ride?” Eddie questions as he shoves his thumb towards his van.

You shake your head, pulling his bandana away from your nose.

“Nah I got it, I’ll see you around?” you ask, “Gotta clean this up and give it to you somehow,”

“I’m sure I’ll see you soon,” Eddie responds. He gives you a small wave before retreating to his van.

Eddie slides into the driver’s seat of the van, starting it up and peeling out of the gravel lot.

“Dude- I can’t believe you punched her,” Dustin yells over the music.

“Shut up, Dusty,” Eddie sneers.

“And your hopeless attempt at flirting with her, oh my god you were so bad dude!” Dustin laughs at Eddie, his heart breaking a little bit at his words.

Dustin was right. Eddie was hopeless when it came to women. His attempt at flirting tonight simply bleeding into embarrassing stories about himself. He was sure he blew it, no he was certain he had blown it. You can’t punch a pretty girl in the face and expect anything to go anywhere after that.

Eddie goes home that night, kicking himself mentally for how the evening went. He wishes he could be normal. He wishes his brain wouldn’t short circuit when a woman checked him out at the grocery store. He wishes he could be confident in himself. He wishes he wasn’t so fucking weird.

That’s what Eddie Munson is, he decides. A weird, dorky, nerd. He’s going to die a virgin, he’s sure of it.

He wakes the next morning with his hand throbbing. He groans when he thinks about how you feel if his hand feels the way it does. He rolls out of bed, opening and closing his hand, wincing at each contract of his skin.

He ends up running late to work, van speeding down the road as he nears the vinyl shop. He pulls in right at 10, practically jumping out of his van and speed walking towards the entrance. He unlocks the door, pushing inside and turning on the lights.

He’s busy putting on a record to play in the shop when the bell above the door begins to ring. He turns when he hears it, smiling when he sees who he’s met with.

It's you. You’re wearing a pink skirt, a cream sweater thrown over it, not how Eddie would have ever imagined you to dress.

“Y-Y/N?” Eddie stutters, record needle scratching loudly as he drops it.

“Hi, Eddie,” you walk towards the counter, in the light of the storefront he sees that your right eye has turned a bright purple.

“Shit- I’m so sorry,” Eddie rasps, wincing as you tilt your face up to reveal the bruise on your cheek.

“Had to make you feel a little more sorry for me,” you say with a small chuckle. Eddie flashes you pleading eyes, silently begging you to stop messing with him.

“Hey, it’s okay! I actually just came to bring this back,” you dig into your baby pink purse, pulling out Eddie’s now clean bandana.

“I uh, asked Dustin where I could find you,”

Eddie smiles and takes the bandana from your hand, tucking it into his back pocket.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” He sends you a salute as you back away from the counter.

“See ya around Eddie,”

The next time you show up to his work, Eddie is high. He’d taken a few dabs in his car on his lunch break. The weed really takes over when you walk in. Pretty blue skirt flowing behind you, an oversized white sweater brushing the hem of your skirt causes his heart to do tiny little flips.

“Hey Eddie,” you squeak as you approach him. The bruise around your eye is almost completely healed and the swelling in your nose has gone down tremendously. You look better and Eddie is so happy to see that.

“Hey trouble,” he rasps, a dopey smile on his face. He walks to where you’re standing, stopping once he reaches you, leaning over the counter. He smacks his gum, elbows resting on the glass as he looks down at you.

“Trouble?” you quirk an eyebrow, hand on your hip as you scowl at him playfully.

“It fits, sue me. What brings you in?” Eddie questions, rounding the counter and settling next to you. He leans against the counter, crossing his arms and legs as he looks over the expanse of the store.

“Need a birthday present for a coworker. He’s throwing a halloween party for his birthday. He’s into stuff like you. Ya know, dorky stuff, metal, the whole lot,”

“Ah, I got just the thing. Iron Maiden released a new album this past month, just got the vinyls and 8 tracks in,”

He makes his way to the ‘new arrivals’ section of the store, fingers skimming through records effortlessly.

“Aha, here it is!” he shouts, handing it to you with a bow. He feels more confident like this, high and able to flirt and exist around you.

“Milady…” he ushers you back to the counter, ringing you up. He bags your purchase, carefully handing it over the counter.

“Have a good one, trouble,” he says with a smirk on his lips. You wave a small goodbye but stop before you’re able to make it out the door. You turn on your heels marching right up to Eddie Munson.

“Will you be my date to this thing?” You’re standing right infront of him, so close you can smell weed, cigarettes and his cologne.

“A Halloween party?” Eddie questions, head ticking to the side as he ponders the idea.

“Sure thing, I’ll pick you up?” you nod and pluck a pencil out of the jar by the register, writing down your address on a scrap piece of your receipt. You hand it to Eddie, smiling widely as he takes it.

“7:00?”

“7:00, sweetheart,”

Eddie’s heart is pounding. He’s sure he’s on the verge of either keeling over or running for the hills. His high has worn off and he’s 99% sure any and all ability to be normal has left the building. His hands are shaking as he clips in his little red devil horns. He backs up from the mirror and looks at himself. Red sweater, black jeans and black boots was tonight’s ensemble. He adjusts the little horns in his hair, fluffing his bangs before walking out to the living room, hands still shaking as he collects his keys.

“I’ll be late Wayne,” He shouts to his Uncle in the Kitchen. With that, he makes his way out to his van, hopping in and lighting a cigarette to help calm his nerves.

He makes his way to your house, the ride and nicotine somewhat soothing his nerves. You see his van at the curb and bid your mom goodbye, stepping out into the cold October air. Eddie feels all the air leave his chest as he looks at you as you come down your porch stairs. You’re in that same oversized white sweater except this time it's over a white tennis skirt. Your hair is down in braids, a little halo atop your head. Eddie is pretty sure he dreamed you up, there is no way you are real he thinks to himself.

You practically skip to Eddie’s van, Eddie getting out quickly in order to open the door for you. You slide into the passenger seat, Eddie climbing into the van shortly after.

“An angel huh?” he asks nervously, causing you to blush.

“Every devil needs his angel,” you shrug. It’s Eddie’s turn to blush, his red cheeks matching the horns tucked in his mess of curls.

You make conversation as you drive. Albeit awkward conversation, but conversation nonetheless. Your friends warned you about this, how awkward it would be but honestly, you liked it. You liked how you could get under Eddie Munson’s skin. And in return, Eddie makes your heart flutter. No matter how many times your friends told you he was awkward or a nerd, you couldn’t stop thinking of the brown eyed blubbering idiot.

You pull up to where the party is, a house on the outskirts of town. You spot a bonfire in the back surrounded by people, signaling that you’re at the right place. Eddie parks his van on the grass before getting out and rounding the car to help you out.

You both trudge through the grass, making it back to the bonfire, present in hand. Eddie hangs back while you converse with your friends. You down several drinks, drinking too fast and feeling a little woozy.

You find Eddie several minutes after you down your second drink. He has a red solo cup in hand, other hand in his pocket as he sips the mixture in the cup.

“Hey Eds,” You say with a smile.

“Trouble,”

“You’re being a wallflower,” You giggle, getting up on your tiptoes to adjust one of his horns.

“I-I just don’t know anyone,” He shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip of his drink. You grab his hand once he’s done, dragging him to the fire and sitting on a log next to him.

You don’t let go of him, Eddie smiling when your thumb begins to rub circles on the back of his hand.

You comfort him for a moment before turning to him and beginning conversation.

“So- you don't talk much do you?” you question as you take a sip of your drink.

Eddie shakes his head, ducking it down in embarrassment.

“Hey hey, it’s okay!” you reveal, smiling at him when he snaps his head back up.

“I can talk enough for the both of us,” you babble, “My name's Y/N but you know that, and I know your name is Eddie,” vodka hits your tongue as you sip on your drink.

“You’re a dorky metalhead and you drive a rickety old van that smells like weed so I assume you smoke?” you ask as you raise your eyebrows.

“Deal. I uh- Deal,” Your eyes widen comically at his revelation.

“You deal drugs?” you whisper-yell, a chuckle rising out of Eddie at your reaction.

“Yeah, mostly bud,”

“Can we smoke?”

He simply nods. You get up from your place on the log, hand gripping his as you pull him back towards the van.

He opens the back for you, the two of you ducking in and settling in the back. He pulls out an old lunch box, digging in it until he can find his rolling papers. You watch him skillfully roll the joint, his hands finally steady.

He brings the joint to his lips, holding it there as he flicks his lighter. The end of the joint blooms red, smoke flowing from Eddie’s mouth as he exhales. Eddie passes you the spliff, smiling widely at your doe eyed expression.

You take a long drag, your exhale being cut off by dry coughing and hacking. Your cheeks burn bright red in the commotion. Eddie finds a half-drunk bottle of water and passes it to you. You hand him back the joint and gratefully accept the water, chugging the rest of the bottle.

The rest of your smoke sesh goes off without a hitch, the two of you giggling at anything and

everything.

“You talk more when you’re high,” Eddie stops rolling the second joint of the night, looking up at you.

“It’s hard making new friends. Weed makes me relax and not be so weird.” Eddie licks the rolling paper, focusing on the task at hand.

“You’re not weird..”

“Says the girl who called me a dork the second she met me,”

“I am pretty sure I have endless passes to call you a dork, you punched me in the face and all,” Eddie sucks in his breath through his teeth, holding his hand up in defense.

“What was a pretty thing like you doing working there anyways?” he takes a drag of the joint, inhaling deeply before blowing all the smoke in your face.

“Eddie? Pretty thing? Are you flirting with me?” you reach towards him, hands meeting as you pass the spliff between you two.

“I dunno trouble, am I?” he questions, mentally giving himself a pep talk to not screw this up.

Eddie shifts in his seat, turning to face you.

“Would that bother you? If I was?” Eddie asks sweetly, doe eyes looking down at you.

You shake your head, your heart races as he shifts closer to you. You’re sure he is going to kiss you, he's so close. Until, he isn't. He pulls away.

He casts his eyes downward, nerves in his belly rising.

“Eddie, what’s wrong?”

“I-I’ve never?”

“Kissed a girl?” you finish for him, your hand holding his as he nods his head.

“Well come here then,” You peck his lips a few times, finally deepening the kiss and showing Eddie what to do. He catches on fast, the kiss quickly turning messy and desperate. You're straddling his lap when your hands slide underneath Eddie’s red sweater, a whimper escaping his lips when your cold fingers brush against his middle.

“Can assume you haven’t done this either?” His eyes are blown wide as he looks up at you, lips pink and plump, cheeks red and splotchy.

He shakes his head. You cup his jaw in your hand, drawing him in for a kiss before you pull away and whisper in his ear.

“Just follow my lead,”

Eddie shudders as your breath hits his neck. His cock is straining so painfully against his zipper and he’s pretty sure if he doesn’t get relief soon, he’ll explode.

You sit back on your haunches, stripping yourself of your sweater and skirt, leaving you only in your halo.

If Eddie wasn’t already painfully hard, the sight before him is enough to do so. Your naked body dressed only in a halo while the moonlight bleeds into his van has his mind whirling. He’s certain he’s died and gone to heaven. Because if all angels looked like this, he’d be on his knees every night.

You giggle at the way he's staring, hands going to snake back under his sweater in order to strip it from his body. You pull it over his head, curls bouncing back to place after the sweater is fully removed, horns staying in place despite the disturbance.

You start to work on his pants, unbuckling his belt and popping the button of his jeans. You kiss him softly when you dip your hand into his boxers. You giggle when he hisses, kissing his jaw when the hiss turns into a needy moan. You pump him a few times before withdrawing your hand from his boxers.

“Let’s get out of these, yeah?” Eddie nods feverishly, gangly limbs moving fast to rid himself of his jeans. You draw in a breath when he is finally naked before you. He is so pretty, his cock is so pretty. It’s thick and just the right length, curving slightly to the left, following his hip bone and resting there.

“Lay on your back,” you instruct, grabbing a random pillow from the floor and shoving it under Eddie’s head.

“Now, enjoy yourself. Touch me however you want and for the love of god, don’t hold back,”

You throw your leg over his body, straddling his middle. You get on your knees, hovering above Eddie’s cock. You take it in your hand, direct it to your weeping hole, and sink down. You raise yourself slowly before dropping yourself back down, a little “oof” getting punched from Eddie’s lungs. You pick up your pace and deduce him to a moaning, needy mess.

“F-fuck trouble, I- I’m. I can’t-” Eddie’s hands come to rest on your hips, pushing you down, forcing himself deeper inside of you. You feel him twitching inside of you, cum leaking from you and down his balls.

Eddie is bright red when you look down at him, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to say something. He’s so caught up in his mind, reminding himself of how weird and pathetic he is he almost doesn't hear you.

“That. Was so hot,” you reveal, his spent cock now softening inside you.

Eddie chuckles, pushing you up his body to release his cock, settling you beside him. He draws you in tightly, your legs intertwined, cum leaking from you and staining the blanket beneath you.

“Have I broken you?” you ask as you trace the tattoos that litter Eddie’s chest.

“Somethin’ like that,” Eddie groans, lips coming to press a kiss to the crown of your head.

The two of you sit there for a moment, breathing falling in line as you both enjoy the presence of each other.

“You never told me why you work at a haunted house,” Eddie says, finally breaking the silence

“Oh- my brother is in charge of all the “cast members ", got me the gig and pays me well. Not really up my alley but it’s better than the mall,” you shrug, leaning up on your elbows to look outside.

“There’s more people outside, do you want to go back or…” Eddie quirks his eyebrow.

“Orrr…”

“We can do that again?”

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roanniom · 9 months

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First date pt2 or voice kink with Eddie????????????

For Your Teddy

Teddy!Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, voice kink, mention of masturbation, slight hand job, rubbing/dry humping

It’s almost unfair how much he’s able to affect you, and with little more than just his voice. It would be annoying even, if it wasn’t such a fucking turn on. And the bastard knows it, too.

Whenever he’s horny and he selfishly wants to get you up to speed quickly, he lays on the charm. Thick.

Eddie finds you in the kitchen, putting away groceries having just gotten back from the store. It’s a very mundane task. There’s nothing sexy about it or the shopping you’d been doing for the last half hour. There’s absolutely no reason for you to be in the mood to fuck him.

It’s the exact opposite of how Eddie’s spent his half hour - slowly working himself up to the thought of you.

It began with the waft of your perfume he’d gotten when you’d walked out the door, leaving him alone and thoughtful. He’d wandered into your shared bedroom and smelled it on the sheets from your close proximity when you’d sprayed from the delicate bottle.

It escalated to Eddie humping corner of the mattress languidly, lazily. He even moved on to jerking off slowly, splayed out on the bed with his head on your pillow. He had no intention of cumming. Not without you. His cum needed to end up either in you or on you. That was his rule.

So when you get home and Eddie finds you in the kitchen, he comes up behind you and buries his face in the side of your neck, breathing deeply.

“Oh fuck,” he mutters.

You freeze.

His voice is low. Gravely. Wrecked.

“Eddie?”

Eddie’s arms encircle your waist, pulling you back against him. His hard length presses into your ass just as he groans against your skin.

“You smell so fucking good, baby. Wanna eat you up.” To illustrate his point he sinks his teeth lightly into the soft juncture of your shoulder and neck. You gasp out at the sensation and lean back against his body. “But might have to do that later. Not sure I can wait to be inside you.”

A shiver runs down your entire spine at the way his words vibrate through your body, from the top of your head to the tips of your curling toes.

Eddie’s lips find your ear. It’s a husky whisper that meets you, floating into your mind on a hot breath and making tingles shoot straight to your clit.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you, huh baby? Right here in the kitchen?”

“Eddie–,” you try again to speak but he chooses that moment to suck on your earlobe. A dirty trick he learned from you.

“Not gonna make wait? Not when you’ve got me so hard, baby. Have a heart, look.”

He pushes you forward to cage your front up against the counter, clearly having no true inclination to make you actually “look.” Instead he grabs your hand and pulls it back and between your bodies, closing it again his thick cock - hot, heavy, and hard beneath the fabric of his boxers.

“Oh god…” you whimper. Eddie chuckles and the raspy sound shoots straight to your already stimulated core.

“Been waiting for you, you know that? Been fucking my fist but it’s not enough. Not when my baby’s so tight and wet and mine for the taking.”

If you weren’t sure you were wet before, you definitely know you’re wet now. You can feel it. Eddie pushes your hand in the waistband of his boxers so your hand can curl around his naked cock.

“Gonna let me fuck you like the good girl you are. Hmmm I know you are, princess.”

With you no longer needing encouragement to start tugging on his cock, one of Eddie’s hands moves up and begins squeezing and groping at your tits. The other moves down to cup the apex of your legs beneath your skirt.

You’re panting now, eyes closed and mouth dropped open. Fully accepting of this turn in your afternoon.

“Yes,” you breathe. Eddie chuckles again and you clench around nothing. He places sucking kisses to your neck.

“So sensitive. Love the way you react to me, sweetheart. So easy for your Teddy, huh?”

“Teddy….” you whimper, absolutely delighted to drop into the space you go any time that nickname for your boyfriend surfaces. You bend over there and then, dropping his cock to instead clutch at the counter and push your hips back against him in invitation.

Eddie’s laugh picks up and you squirm. He lands a loud spank to your ass as he lifts your skirt and pushes it to your waist.

“That’s my good girl. Good fucking girl for your Teddy.”

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abellmunsonmovie · 2 months

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Self Care

Wordcount: 1,468 words

Warnings: No mentions of race, but does mention reader being a female, swearing, no use of Y/N, pet names (baby, sweets, sweet thing, angel, babe)

You’ve had a rough, rough week, school has been wearing you out with stressful tests, you’ve been working extra time at your job, you’ve barely been able to see your boyfriend, Eddie, and you just really, desperately needed a break. You walk into your Eddie’s trailer, he isn’t gonna be home for atleast an hour, since he’s still working at the body shop, so you decide to do some studying before he gets home.

An hour in a half later, Eddie comes home and as he walks in he sees you on the couch leaning over with your hair all messed up, he smiles softly. Your eyes don’t leave the paper you're writing on as Eddie walks in until he says something, “Hey, pretty baby”, your eyes look up at Eddie and you smile weakly, “Hi…”, Eddie immediately notices something is up. He takes his jacket off and hangs it up before sitting next to you and kisses your head, “Watcha doing?”, he asks, you sigh, “School stuff…”, he nods and as he caresses your cheek he moves your face to look at him, “You alright?”, you nod and fake smile, “I’m okay, don’t worry”, you kiss the palm of his hand that's holding your face which makes Eddie smile and blush a little bit, he stands up and kisses the top of your head before walking to the bathroom, “I’m taking a shower, I’ll be quick”, you go back to your work and as your working you start to drift off.

Eddie gets out of the shower and walks out into the living room in some gray sweats, and wet disheveled hair, he sees you asleep on the couch and laughs softly to himself, he decides to carry you to the bed and covers you up, kissing your head before going to the store to grab a few things when he gets back he goes to the kitchen to make dinner.

You wake up a little while later and you smell something cooking, you get up and look in the kitchen and see Eddie cooking, a smile spreads across your face, you look into the living room and see the living room is all tidy, and Judas Priest is playing on a low volume. You walk up behind Eddie and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his bare back, a warm smile creeps up on Eddie's face, “Hey baby, good nap?”, he says rubbing your arm that's on his stomach, as he stirs the chili. You nod, “Mhm” you hum still clearly trying to wake up from the sleep you definitely needed. He turns around and holds you close and kisses your forehead, “Dinners almost done”, you smile and look up at him, “Thank you”, you press a soft kiss to his chin feeling the stubble on your lips, “Anything for you, babe”, he says smiling, you go sit down at the table and talk to Eddie about his day at work.

After he finishes making dinner, he makes two bowls, one for you, one for him, and he gets you a pop out of the fridge. As your eating, he’s holding one of your hands and rubbing it back and forth with his thumb, “So…how was your day, sweets?”, you scoff and shake your head, “Fucking. Horrible.”, he pouts, “What happened?”, you sigh, “I just have been doing so much this week, schools stressing me out, works kicking my ass, I’m just…tired”, he looks at you with an empathetic look on his face, “I’m sorry, baby…Is there anything I can do? Y’know to take some stress off of you”, you smile at his thoughtful words, “It’s okay…Thanks though”, Eddie gives you a weak smile and kisses your hand.

After you guys eat you and Eddie are watching a random tv show that was on and Eddie is running his hands through your hair until he gets up, “I’ll be right back” he says placing a sweet kiss on your lips before going into the bathroom, after a few seconds you hear the bath running, you go into the hallway and start walking to the bathroom to see what Eddie was doing, but before you get to the bathroom, Eddie opens the door with a huge smile plastered on his face, “Hey baby”, you say confused, Eddie grabs your hand, “I did something for you…thought it might relax you a little bit”, you smile and Eddie opens the bathroom and you see the bathroom is lit with dim candles and the tub his filled with bubbles, your smile grows and you turn around to face Eddie and you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, “I love you”, you say softly, he smiles and holds you closer, kissing your temple, “I love you too, angel”.

You're in the tub relaxing when Eddie knocks on the door, “Baby, can I come in?”, “Yep!”, you yell back. Eddie walks in with a grocery bag and says, “Um…I got you this too, its like a watermelon- no strawberry! A strawberry facemask alsooo, I got you some chocolates anddd, this robe…I hope you like it.”, you smile and blush, “Thank you, I definitely like it…you didn’t have to do all of this”, he smirks and shrugs, “I wanted to”, you motion for him to kiss you, he leans down and press a sweet kiss to you lips, “Want me to wash your hair?” he asks, you look in his pretty brown eyes and nod, “Please”, he kisses your head before getting on his knees and starting you massage your scalp with shampoo, he kisses your cheek, “Your hair is so soft”, he says smoothly, you kiss his cheek back, “Thank you…and thank you for doing all of this”, he smiles, “You’re my special, beautiful, sweet girl…you deserve it”, he says between soft kisses on your face, you giggle and you admire his features as he continues to wash your hair, after he washes all the soap out of your hair he places a kiss on your shoulder, “How you feelin’, baby?” he asks looking in your eyes and caressing your face, with a smile on your face you nod, “So much better…Your so sweet doing all this for me”, he blushes slightly, “Only sweet for you” he says laughing, you giggle and kiss his lips.

After you get out you dry off, put your new robe on top of your undergarments. After you get dressed, Eddie comes back, “Can I brush your hair?” he asks sweetly, you smile, “You sure, baby?”, he smiles and nods while grabbing a brush, “I like taking care of you”, he says before kissing your temple, he starts brushing your hair, gently so he doesn’t hurt your head, and as he’s brushing your hair you are putting on the sheet facemask he had bought you, and accidentally he bought a 2 pack and so you have an idea, after Eddie finished your hair he laughs softly and how goofy you look with the mask, “So weird”, you laugh, “Wanna be weird with me…there's twoooo”, he smiles and rolls his eyes jokingly, “Ughhh fineee”, you giggle and starts putting the facemask on him, “It feels weird…but it’s kinda nice”, you smile and kiss his lips.

After 15 minutes you guys take off the masks and Eddie feels his face, “Ooo, it’s softer, feel”, he says grabbing your hands and putting your hands on his face, “Mhm…very soft”, you say giggling, he smiles and kisses your lips before pulling you in for a hug, “I hope I made you feel…somewhat better”, you smile, “I’m definitely better…thank you”, you say sweetly, Eddie sways you in his arms gently side to side, “You deserve it” he says chastely pressing a kiss to your forehead, “Wanna get in bed, sweet thing?” he ask, you nod yawning, he laughs softly and leads you to bed.

After you and Eddie get in bed, he gently rubs your back, and keeps giving you sweet, soft kisses on your face and body, “You’re so beautiful” he says with tired eyes, you smile warmly, “You are”, he giggles, “We should do this more”, you nod, “We should” you agree, “Doesn’t this have a name it’sss” he says trying to think, “Self care?” you ask smiling, he nods “Yeah, self care…we should do it more”, you nod grinning ear to ear, “Lets do it…”, he snuggles you closer to him, “We will…next Sunday we’ll do it”, you look at him with his eyes closed and you kiss his face which maes him open his eyes, he smiles looking in your eyes, “I love you Eddie”, he kisses your lips one last time, “I love you too, sweets”, you smile, you and Eddie both close your eyes, and fall asleep, peacefully in eachothers arms.

Hey guys, sorry for not posting for like 2 day, I got a lot of shit going on rn. I hope you guys like this one! (Older Eddie will be posted early morning I'm hoping, it's currently 2:22 in the morning) -Bella<3

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