wannabe eddie gf

side note: i’ve been busy BUT i am working on a steddie smut that should be out soon! love y’all!

imagine you’ve been hanging out with eddie at his trailer all day. you’ve watched movies, played games, cuddled, you know, the works. the sun has set now, and you’re sitting on his couch. you’re sitting on his lap, cuddled into his chest. the tv is playing some old horror movie. you don’t think it could get better than this. but then, you hear the sound of rain starting up outside. the telltale pings of the first droplets. you get up, without saying anything to eddie and look outside. the rain picks up right before your eyes, now it’s a straight downpour. soon you feel eddie behind you, holding your waist.

“ah, so this is what gots you so mesmerized.” he laughs. he knows you love when it rains. there’s something about it that’s so comforting.

“yeah, yeah, shut up.” you buck your hips back to hit him where it hurts. he dodges your butt and turns you to look at him. he gets down on one knee before you.

“may i have this dance, m’lady?” he says with an old-timey accent. you can’t help but let out a laugh, before taking his hand and copying his voice.

“why, yes. let’s dance.” you say,  curtsying. eddie gets up, his hand in yours, and runs out into the pouring rain. in seconds, you’re both soaked to the bone, but it didn’t matter now.

he held your waist, swaying you from side to side. he took your hand and spun you. he dipped you and kissed you. the entire time, both of you had huge, dorkish smiles plastered on your faces.

god, did he look gorgeous. his hair, slicked back. his smile, genuine. the street lamps gave his face a certain glow. you could tell, right here, right now, you loved him. a deep, meaningful love that ran through your body and into the ground. the love grounded you in this moment. you didn’t ever want it to end. you stopped moving and came closer to eddie. you held his face and planted a sweet kiss to his lips. he held your waist and reveled in the kiss.

this fucking audio…

eddie holding you and rubbing your head, smoothing your hair. you hear the faint noises of the tv in the background as you pull him closer. you’re laying completely on top of him, your head on his chest with your legs in between his. he rubs your head and back, lulling you into sleep. every once in a while, he breaks the silence by whispering sweet things into the air. “my girl, all mine” “so so gorgeous” “i love you, sweet thing” he gives you a tight squeeze and allows himself to fall asleep. you’ve never felt safer in the security of your boy’s arms.

pairing: fem!reader x eddie munson

summary: you’re extremely depressed and eddie takes care of you

warnings: angst/ fluff, happy ending. swearing, ed, depression, i think that’s it but tell me if i missed any

a/n: a little angsty story to reflect how i’m feeling. i know eds and depression aren’t like this for everyone, but this is how they manifest for me. also sorry for the long intro to this story. leave requests and criticism<3 (not proofread)

you had some bad habits. self-destructive ones. they only got worse when you were in a bad headspace. and that’s exactly where you were right now. if you imagined what your brain looks like, all you would see is a black void. you felt so, so shitty and you didn’t know what to do about it.

when you got like this, you also tended to hate everything about yourself. your body, your voice, the way you smiled. you hating your body was the worst. you could stare at yourself in the mirror for hours and keep picking out new points of insecurity. how pointy your knees were. how your neck was too long. how your ribs were too wide. but the worst of all was your stomach. no matter the size, you always thought it was too big. or that it was shaped weird. shouldn’t it be flat? you thought to yourself.

there was one thing in the entire world that made you feel a smidgen better. and that was your boyfriend, eddie munson. he always knew how to make you smile when you feel like you can’t. when you’re upset he spends extra time with you, just to cheer you up. but the thing is, you hated doing this to him. you hated that he would drop everything to come and be with you. it made you feel like a burden.

this time around was especially bad. you hadn’t showered in four days, you didn’t sleep at night. instead you stayed up thinking about everything that was wrong with you. you hadn’t eaten anything but a bite of a granola bar in the past 24 hours. the hunger in your stomach was painful, but you couldn’t bring yourself to eat anything. you couldn’t bear it. when you ate, it made you feel dirty. you knew that people needed to eat, but you didn’t want to. you ate too much anyways, you felt.

eddie noticed. he noticed right away, actually. he noticed the purple bags under your eyes. he noticed the way your shoulders hung low. and he noticed how you didn’t talk. you didn’t talk, only speaking when you needed to. he was worried, he just didn’t know how to approach you. he knew this episode was a bad one.

you woke in the morning, after getting a single hour of sleep. you turned to your bedside table, where your alarm was ringing through the air. you pressed stop, almost pushing it off the table completely. you let out a long groan, trying to rub tiredness from your eyes. you rolled out of bed and walked into the bathroom. you took a look at yourself. you were revolted. you had basically black half-circles under your eyes, your hair was a greasy mess, and your body looked like a skeleton. you don’t know why, but looking at yourself in such a state made you angry. you were pissed at yourself for letting yourself get to this state, but you were also pissed because you knew you couldn’t stop it. you just had to keep getting worse.

you didn’t bother brushing your hair, or putting it up. you didn’t dare touch your toothbrush. or even think about stepping into the shower. instead, you just peed and left the bathroom. getting back to your room was even worse.

when you opened the door to your room, it made you even more angry. there were clothes everywhere, half you didn’t even remember wearing. your records were strewn about in one corner, and in the opposite was your record player. you tried to ignore the mess and opened your closet. you grabbed the closest pair of sweat pants and threw those on, then finding a tshirt and a sweatshirt to match. you took a final look in the mirror and all you saw was a black, dirty mess. you put the hood up around your head, it didn’t make much of a difference. you left the closet, grabbed your backpack, and left the house.

as you were leaving, you could hear your parents yelling after you. “aren’t you gonna eat breakfast?” “you’ve got to clean your room!” have a good day, sweetie!” jesus, they were annoying.

you hopped into your car, throwing your bag in the seat next to you. you didn’t bother putting music on, the ride silent and long.

once you got to school, you stayed in your car extra long, waiting for everyone to leave the parking lot. you didn’t want to face anyone, especially not eddie. you knew he was worried about you, you just didn’t care enough to talk to him.

once the parking lot was pretty much clear, apart from a few stragglers, you grabbed your backpack and hopped out. you strode from your car to the school, your head down the entire time.

TIME SKIP

it was now lunch time, but you couldn’t be bothered to actually get any. you walked into the cafeteria, immediately spotting your boyfriend and his crew. normally, you’d go over, seating yourself on his lap, laughing along with the group. but today? you found an empty table across the lunchroom from them. once you sat down, you put your head down, hoping you get a quick nap in.

as you were falling into sleep, you felt a hand tug you on the shoulder. you whipped around to curse out whoever it was, but you were already being dragged out of the cafeteria.

once in the hallway, you realized it was eddie you dragged you out here.

“eddie what the hell, i was trying to sleep.” you snap at him.

“y/n, i’m worried about you. you wont talk to me, you look like shit-“ he realizes what he just said before continuing.

“wow, thanks for the compliment, you think i don’t know how i fucking look? yeah, eddie, i know i look fucking sick.” you cross your arms over your chest.

“that’s not what i meant, i’m just worried about you. you’re not okay and i can tell.” he tries to hug you, but you wriggle out of his embrace.

“i’m fine, eddie, honestly.” you wanted to tell him the truth, but you didn’t want to burden him with your problems.

“okay, y’know what.” he grabs you by the legs and throws you over his shoulder. you kick and punch at him, but he was an iron grip.

“eddie, put the fuck down right now! i don’t need your fucking help! put me down!” you scream at him. you continue to to kick and punch him, but it’s no use.

he doesn’t talk again until you’re in the passenger seat of his van. you huff as he sets you down, punching him some more. before you get out, he’s in the driver’s seat, turning on the car.

“eddie, we’re in the middle of fucking school, where the hell are we going.” you can feel the anger bubbling in your veins. you just don’t want him to help. you feel bad making him deal with you.

“we’re going back to my place and you’re telling me what’s wrong.” he says, sternly. his grip around the steering wheel is tight, his knuckles turning white. what the hell does he have to be mad about? you say to yourself, turning and looking out the window.

once you get to his house, he opens your door for you. you walk up to his door, still with your head hanging low. you know he’s going to confront you, you just don’t know what to say when he does.

he opens the front door for you and you shyly walk inside. once he’s inside as well, he shuts the door slowly, almost like he’s preparing himself. this scares you. what if you pushed him away too far this time? what if this his final straw?

“y/n, i know something is up. i don’t know if i did something, or you’re done with me, i just need to know what’s up. i need to know what’s going on in my girl’s head.” he walks to you and looks down at you. you’re still too scared to meet his gaze. there’s a million things you want to say, but you can’t find the right words to do so.

“eddie…i…i don’t know what’s wrong.” the words start spilling out of you, without your control. “i’m so tired, but i cant sleep. i’m hungry, but i wont eat. and my entire body just aches all the time. i feel like im going to pass out most of the time. my mind is a never ending void, and i just keep falling farther into it.” you’re crying now, saying everything through short sobs and hiccups. eddie cups your face in his hands, turning your face to look at his. he swipes away your tears, but it’s really no use because they just keep coming.

“y/n, you need to tell me this stuff. i’m here for you baby.” his eyes are pleading to have a look into your mind. you can tell he really cares.

“i know, but i feel like such a burden. i don’t like worrying you with my problems.” the sobs start racking through your body. you shake and hyperventilate. being vulnerable scares you, even though you’ve done it a million times before with him.

“hey, y/n, breathe. take a deep breath sweetheart.” he pulls you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you tight. you cant stop crying, but his hand running down your back soothes you.

“eddie-please help me. i need help.” you say into his chest. he hugs you a bit tighter before pulling away just enough to look at you.

“y/n, i will help you, but you need to let me help you. you’re not burdening me with your problems, i love soothing you. you just need to tell me them, so that i can help you before things get this bad. now what can i do for you?” he places a kiss to your forehead and swipes some more tears away.

“i-i need a shower. and i need to clean my teeth.” you laugh a little, knowing your breath smells rank.

“alright, good job honey. do you want to shower with me, or by yourself?” he says, walking to the bathroom.

“with you, please.” his hand in is yours as you follow him. he turns on the shower and asks if you’re okay with the temperature. he helps you strip and get into the shower, before shedding his own clothes.

in the shower, he washes your hair and body, helping you stay up straight. as he’s washing you, he sees just how skinny you’ve gotten. he decides not to say anything, but it puts a strain on his chest. he’s careful with your legs and arms. and when he gets to your torso, he holds back tears as he can see your ribs. once he’s gotten you clean and rinsed, he helps you out of the shower and wraps you in a towel.

“alright, let me see if i have a spare toothbrush for you. should be around here somewhere…” he says looking in drawers. as he does, you look at yourself in the mirror, realizing what he just saw. you start to cry again and he pulls you into another hug.

“what is it, baby? what’s got you crying?” he hugs you more carefully this time, worrying he might hurt you.

“i’m a fucking skeleton.”

“baby, let’s skip the teeth and get some food in you. i know you’re starving.” he carries you into the kitchen, setting you down on the counter.

“alright what do you want? i think we have some ramen somewhere, or i could make you a sandwich. or do you want a burger? i think i could one up” you laugh at how he thinks he can cook a burger.

“we both know you can’t cook a burger. ramen will be just fine.” you’re still laughing when he gives you a hurt expression.

“oh, c’mon, i can totally cook a burger. i’d rather not burn down my kitchen today, so i’ll go with the ramen. but one day i will cook you the best burger you’ve ever had.” he jokes as he grabs a pot.

“we’ll see about that.”

you sit on the counter, watching him cook as he hums a little tune. you jump off the counter and grab his hand. knowing what you’re doing, he spins you around, by the arm. he grabs your waist and pulls you into him. you get lost in the dancing and are only pulled out it, when you hear sizzling.

“eddie! you let the water boil over!”

“oh shit!” he jumps towards the stove and moves the pan off the burner. you crumble with laughter.

soon, the ramen is done and you’re seated on the couch with the bowl in front of you. you’re scared. your stomach is screaming for food, but you don’t think you can do it.

“come on, baby. you gotta eat.” eddie coaxes the bowl towards you. he’s rubbing his hand up and down your back. you finally get of the feeling in your stomach, grabbing the bowl. you shove a huge chunk into your mouth and chew.

“woah, slow down, honey. i don’t know the  Heimlich maneuver.” he laughs through his words. you try to smile at him, your mouth filled with noodles. he laughs more at that, before turning on the tv.

once you’ve finished your food, eddie is immediately proud of you. “good job honey, thank you for eating.” he holds your face and kisses you.

“thank you eds” you say through the kiss.

“alright, now let’s get you dressed.” he lifts you up again and carries you to his bedroom where he sets you on the bed.

“how does one of my shirts and a pair of boxers sound?” he asks, holding up the two items.

“sounds perfect.” you say, standing up.

“alright now lift your hands over your head so i can dress you”

“eddie, i can dress myself y’know”

“shush, let me take care of you” he lifts your arms and pulls the shirt over your head. then he leans down, having you step into the boxers. once he pulls them around your waist, he lays on the bed.

“come here, pretty girl.” he opens his arms for you, before you crawl on top of him. you nuzzle your head into neck as he rubs your back.

“thank you for taking care of me. i’m sorry for not talking to you sooner. i love you eds” you say into his neck

“i love taking care of you. and don’t be sorry, i know how hard it is for you to talk to people about these things. i love you too, sweet girl. now try to get some sleep.”

pairing: fem!reader x eddie munson

summary: when you’re best friend comes to hangout, a lot more ends up happening…

warnings: SMUT, swearing, weed, degradation, crying, piv sex, unprotected sex, cumming inside you. i think that’s all, but tell me if i missed any

a/n: trying my hand at a smut story! if this goes well i may write a steddiexreader soon…i love steddie threesomes…anyways, enjoy! (as always leave requests and constructive criticism!)<3

god, you don’t know what it is about him, but goddamn, does he make you throb. maybe it’s his hands, or the way he carries himself. maybe it’s how he’s sweet with everyone, but especially nice to you. you didn’t know, but you did know that you had the hots for eddie “the freak” munson.

to your luck, you and him were actually really close friends. you hung out almost everyday and could never get tired of each other. this friendship definitely didn’t help your crush, but you didn’t really mind. you just wanted to be close to him.

your sitting in your room, reading a book as you wait for eddie to arrive. he’s supposed to come over today just to chill and smoke.

the book your reading begins to get boring, so you let your mind wander. you think about all the things eddie could do to you. you think about how he could finger you and eat your pussy. you so desperately want him to fuck you. you get lost in dirty thoughts, when a knock on your bedroom door brings you back to reality. “come in!” you yell, a little flustered. eddie opens the door, carrying his black tin box.

“ello, y/n. how are you on this fine day?” he’s such a fucking dork. but hey, you’re the one who likes him.

“shut up, and roll a goddamn joint.” his eyes widen in a sarcastic way.

“i’ll never get tired of your bossy little attitude” jesus, does he do this shit on purpose? does he say shit like that because he knows it makes you hot and bothered?

he sits down at your desk and unlatches his box. as he opens it, the smell of weed rolls out and into your room. you get up to open a window and as you do, you feel his eyes on you. you feel him eyeing your thighs in your tiny little shorts. you’re caught off guard, but pretend not to notice.

“you gonna put on some music, or are we just gonna sit here in silence?” he says, focusing on rolling you a joint.

“shut up, bitch boy” he chuckles at the name and gives you an unimpressed look. you walk over to your stereo and look through your tapes. eventually, you find one that works and throw it into the radio. you turn it up just enough for it be background noise.

“here you are, m’lady. a perfectly rolled joint, by yours truly.” eddie holds up the joint with a proud and mocking smile. he pulls a lighter out of his jeans and lights the end. you run over to steal the first hit, but his lips are already around the filter. you scoff and sit on the floor. he follows suit and sits next to you, leaning against the wall. instead of exhaling, he lets the smoke slowly pour out of his mouth with his head leaned back. he does this all the time, and you find it incredibly attractive. you can feel a pool forming between your legs.

“oh my fucking god, just give it to me already” “hey hey, i like to take my time.” he slowly hands it to you and you’re quickly taking a long hit. your chest expands as the taste of weed fills your mouth. you exhale slowly. eddie watches you the whole time.

“bro, why do you keep staring at me?” you say chuckling, and handing him the joint.

“you look sexy as hell when you smoke.” you freeze. did he really just say that to you? did he seriously just call you sexy?

“i’m sorry…what?” you’re caught off guard and eddie knows it. he even enjoys it.

“you’re sexy, y/n. sexy as hell” he says before taking another slow hit. “and don’t think i don’t know that you feel the same about me. i notice how you get all hot and bothered whenever i call you something other than your name. i see how wet you get when i rub my hands through my hair. i see it all, y/n.”

“eddie…i-“ you honestly don’t know what to say. i mean, everything he said is completely right, but maybe he’s just saying all this shit to bother you some more. there’s no way in hell he feels the same about you. “i couldn’t even tell you noticed those things. i’m sorry, there’s just something about you.”

“don’t be sorry sweetie, i fantasize about you too. i think about you spreading those legs to let me see that sweet little pussy. i think about you riding my dick. i think about it all, y/n.” he’s handing the joint back to you, but you’re frozen.

“eddie-“ he cuts you off by kissing you. his lips are on yours and it’s better than you imagined. you part your lips to let his tongue explore your mouth. he pulls away, leaving you feeling empty.

“go lay on the bed, i want to fuck you.” he says, getting to his feet. you jump up and run to the bed. you’re so excited for what’s about to happen next. he stubs out the joint and walks to the foot of the bed. he kicks off his shoes and removes his jacket. the anticipation is making you more wet than ever. it’s hard to resist the urge to touch your pussy.

“listen, y/n, and listen well. i want you to become my little fucktoy. i want you to be an obedient little slut for me, alright? can you do that for me?” you nod, the excitement making you giddy. you’ve always imagined this, and this is exactly how you imagined him to be. you want him to be your dominant top, and you his toy to do whatever he wants to.

“words, doll, use your words.” “yes sir, yes i’ll be obedient.” a devilish smile spreads across his face.

he sits beside you on the bed and slowly drags his hand up your leg. he starts at your ankle and stops where your shorts end. you shiver at his touch. his hands go up to your face, cupping it. he leans in for a kiss and you melt into it. it’s hot and passionate. you whine into his mouth, which releases a groan from his throat. the pool in your panties is getting bigger.

“alright, sweet thing, let’s see what i’m working with” his hands travel under your shirt, lifting it over your head. he marvels at your beautiful breasts.

“oh my god, why have you hidden these from me for so long?” he says as he leans down to press kisses to your exposed skin. he kisses you entire chest and then envelopes your nipple in his mouth. he sucks the hardening bud and then softly licks it. you let out a breathy moan. his mouth leaves your nipple and you whine.

“don’t be so needy, sweetheart, i want to take my time with you.” he kisses down your stomach, until he’s met with the waistband of your shorts.

“can i take these off?” he says, looking up at you for approval. you nod, excitedly.

“princess, what did i just say about using your words?”

“i’m sorry, yes please take them off daddy.”

“aw, you wanna call me daddy now?” his eyebrows are raised at you.

“yes, i really really do”

“fine by me, sweetheart”

he pulls of your shorts and throws them to the ground. he continues kissing down your stomach and when he reaches your panties, he kisses them too. he lays soft kisses to your thighs, throwing in bites between kisses.

“do you think i should see that pretty pussy now? or should i tease you a bit longer?”

“no, no please touch me daddy. please please touch me” your panties are soaked at this point and you’re looking for any kind of friction.

“my sweet girl is so desperate for my touch. i think i’ll tease you just a bit longer.” you kick your legs and whine. “don’t get too bratty, or i won’t touch you at all. remember, i’m in control here”

he’s kissing up your thighs again and stops when his face is right in front of your panties. he hovers a finger over you and you’re going crazy with arousal. you push your hips up, chasing his hand.

“darling, stop being so fucking needy. i swear to god i will leave right now if you don’t start being good.” his tone is stern and dark. “i’m sorry, i just want to feel you on my pussy. daddy please.” you’re a pathetic whining mess.

he literally rips off your underwear and flicks your clit. you moan loudly, you didn’t expect his touch. he slowly rubs circles into your clit.

“look at you baby, wet and moaning for me. you’re so cute.” he then plunges two fingers into you, which makes you scream out. you grind against his fingers, but he holds your hips in place.

“oh god, you’re so fucking wet. you’re making such a mess baby.”

“daddy, please eat me out. i need your tongue.”

“this one time, i’ll grant your wish.” he pulls his fingers out and quickly connects his mouth with your clit. his licks and sucks it as you become a mess. you’re whining and moaning for him as he works his magic.

“oh my god, just like that, yes.” you arch your back as the pleasure becomes unbearable. you can feel you’re going to cum soon, a little embarrassed by how fast he can make you come undone.

“oh shit, i’m gonna cum, can i please cum on your face?” he groans against your pussy, sending vibrations through your body.

“cum on my tongue baby, c’mon cum for me”

with that, you let yourself go. you let out a string of moans and daddy and eddie. you breath heavily as eddie keeps going.

“attagirl, baby. look what you did to my face” he comes up with his mouth and chin covered in your slick. you blush and cover your face.

“oh you didn’t think i was done, did you? oh baby, i’m just getting started. don’t think of running now” he removes his shirt and jeans. you can see the bulge and instantly get wet again. you want him inside you.

“do you want me to fuck you baby?” he says as he flips you over.

“yes daddy” you plead as he plays with your ass. he leans down to your ear.

“then fucking beg for it” he breaths into you ear.

“please daddy, i need your dick. please give me your dick. i can take it all and i’ll be good.” you plead with him and he rubs your ass and thighs.

before you can say anything else, he shoves his entire cock inside you. you scream as he lets out a long groan. he pulls you up by your hips so your ass is in the air. he pounds into you and you bury your face into the pillow to muffle your moans.

he grabs you by the hair and says, “don’t hide now baby, let me hear those beautiful noises you make. he lets go and grabs both your wrists in one hand, placing them behind your back.

you prop you head up and start to cry. tears run down your cheeks from sheer pleasure. eddie is ruining you with his dick and he loves it. he slaps your ass just to watch it jiggle. he loves the sounds you make as your pussy clenches around him.

“oh god baby, you’re so tight. so tight and wet for me. such a good little girl.” he praises you as his thrusts get sloppier. you feel yourself getting ready to cum again and you can tell he’s close too.

“i’m gonna cum, oh god eddie, i’m gonna cum!” your eyes squeeze shut as your orgasm washes over you. you moan and scream as you cum around eddie’s dick. he’s still pounding into you, chasing his own release.

“you’re doing so good baby, just make me cum. come one hun, i know you can keep going” he feels you clench around him when he praises you and the hug your pussy gives him makes him cum into you. you feel his hot seed leaking into you as his moans fill the room.

he pulls out and falls on the bed next to you. he catches his breath and then looks over to you. you’re laying on the bed, still crying while curled up in a ball.

“hey, hey baby, is something wrong? was that too much for you?” you shake your head, “no, i loved every second of it, i’m just tired. so so tired.” a sleepy smile spreads across your face. he smiles back.

“well, let’s get you cleaned up and dressed and then we can take a nap, okay?” he says, standing up.

before you can reply, he lifts you up bridal style and carries you to the connecting bathroom. he sets you on the counter and starts a bath. once the bath is filled up, he lifts you up again and carefully sets you into the bath. he slips in behind you and wraps his arms around you.

“y/n, i want you to be mine.”

“then i’m all yours.” you cant believe this is happening. he leans down and plants kisses to your neck and face.

when the water starts turning cold, he steps out and then lifts you out. he walks you into the room and sets you on the bed. he walks to the closet and grabs you some pajamas. he carefully dresses you and then slides his boxers and shirt back on.

pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

summary: reader and eddie getting ready for bed together<3

warnings: SLIGHT smut (eddie peeks at you in the shower, you change in front of him), slight swearing

A/N: this is my first fanfic! pls bare with me, as this may be written pretty badly lmao. always open to constructive criticism and requests!

after an exciting day with eddie, you were finally feeling the affects of the long day. you were sitting on the couch, with eddie’s legs on either side of you. your back was propped up on his chest and he has arms wrapped right around you. you crane your neck to look up at eddie.

“eddie, hun, i’m getting tired. do you wanna get ready for bed?” eddie looks down at your sleepy eyes and smiles.

“sure, hun. you go hop in the shower and i’ll make the bed.” he pushes you up so your standing beside the couch.

“alright, don’t even think about peeking at me in the shower though.” you wink as you lean back down and kiss his head. as you’re walking to the bathroom you hear him say, “i cant make any promises!”

you turn on the shower and get undressed. as you step into the shower, you instantly relax. you let the hot water run over your head and body. you strain your hands against the wall as the water soothes all the aches from the day.

as soon you start washing your hair, you hear the bathroom door open.

“eddie, i thought i had told you to STAY OUT!” you say through small giggles. eddie pulls the shower curtain slightly, just enough for his head to peek through. you see he’s shirtless, but has his favorite pajama pants on.

“sorry, you know i had to get a peek at my pretty girl.” he says as he eyes you up and down. you swat at his chest and he shuts the curtain.

“i’ll be out in a minute, be patient!”

soon, you’re turning off the water and grabbing for your towel you had put on the counter. you dry you hair and your body and wrap the towel around yourself. you leave the bathroom and walk to eddie’s room, where he’s messing with his guitar. he plays a few random notes, and then looks up at you.

“jesus, do you always have to look so good?” his smile is wide and you feel yourself becoming giddy. you roll your eyes and reach for one his t-shirts. you throw the towel down and pretend you don’t see eddie gawking at you. you pull the tshirt over your head and then pull a pair of your underwear on. sense you stay over there so much, you have a drawer of your own that holds only the necessities.

you turn around, and eddie is on his bed, holding his arms out for you. you run and jump onto the bed, curling up in his arms. you nuzzle your head into the spot where his neck and shoulders meet as he holds you a little closer.

“i still don’t know how i got so lucky. i mean you’re my fucking dream girl. i love you so much, y/n.” he places a kiss to the top of your head and pulls your thigh on top of him. you press soft kisses to his shoulder and play with his soft curls.

“i love you too, pretty boy.” you turn your face up to his and kiss him softly. he holds your cheek as you pull away. the truth is, you don’t know how you had gotten so lucky either.