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Eddie Watts X Reader Word Count: 919 words a/n: Everyone, be nice to me. LOL I've never written fanfic before. </3 But if you like it, give me a holla ________________________________

 Entering your house, you slam the door behind you before kicking your shoes off towards the wall. Damn was work exhausting. Your head hurts, your eyes burn, and you are at your wits' end. With a deep sigh, you drag your feet towards the kitchen, letting your work bag slip off your shoulder and onto the floor. Rounding the corner into the kitchen, you’re met with a deep chuckle. Lifting your eyes off the ground, they meet with a pair of grayish-blue ones. With one hand, your boyfriend slides an old-fashioned glass over to the end of the kitchen counter. Its contents are a whiskey sour, of course.

“Hmm… you look horrible,” he whispers, instantly lifting your spirits. You let out another sigh, though this one was out of relief. “Eddie…” you murmur as you wrap your arms around his torso. “Hello to you, too,” he mumbled with a quiet laugh, his arms wrapping around your shoulders. Without much hesitation, you bring your lips to his. A comforting moment bloomed between the two of you, but as quickly as the kiss had started, it had heated up. The small peck had turned into multiple pecks, and soon enough, a bundle of deep kisses that swiftly clouded your mind.

“Okay, okay,” Eddie’s voice muffled into your lips as he gently pressed your back onto the corner of the kitchen counter, the cold marble forced into your lower back. “That’s enough,” he warned as he pulled his face away from yours, though the look in his eyes told a different story. He was quickly met with a displeased groan from you, your lips traveling down to his neck as you littered his tanned skin with kisses. “C’mon, Eddie… I kinda need it right now,” you replied. “And I kinda need you to relax,” he said with a low grumble. His cheeks tinged with a subtle red color as he reached behind you to grab the drink that sat behind you.

He brought the chilled cup up to your face, as if trying to coax you into having a drink. “Have this instead,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead. You let another defiant grunt, shooting him a soft glare. “It’s my signature, and you don’t want to hurt my feelings by denying a drink I made especially for you, live wire,” he whispered into your ear with a low, breathy purr. God damn it. He always knew how to make you listen. With a red face, you took the cup, sipping from its frigid rim. “There you go,” he chuckled, his hands finding a comfortable place on your hips, placing a kiss on the crevice between your neck and shoulder.

“How was work?” he asked softly, his lips continuing to brush against your skin. As the last syllable left his lips, you instinctively rolled your eyes. Eddie didn’t even have to see the expression you made to see you were unhappy. “Sorry, live wire,” he said with another kiss, “I’ll keep quiet about that.” He pulled away to look you in the eyes. His usual guarded and standoffish expression was replaced with a tender look. “How’s the drink?” he asked instead. You smiled, much more pleased with this question. “It’s perfect,” you sighed, placing one more kiss against his lips. A soft hum rumbled in his throat at the mix of sweet and sour on your lips. As the two of you parted, he subtly licked his lips.

“I’ll tell you what,” he began as his lips twitched up into a soft smirk, “Finish that drink and we can go to the bedroom, get comfy, watch a movie… and then we’ll see where it goes from there, okay?” You met him with an even bigger smirk. “Oh yeah?” you asked, your voice low and knowing. “Calm down there, Hun. Let's not force anything here,” he murmured, his eyes averting from yours, cheeks flushing a deeper red. “I won’t be forcing anything, Eddison,” you snickered. The pairing of his full name and your laugh only made him more embarrassed. “Alright, that’s enough,” he spoke with a deep grumble. You place your drink back onto the counter with a quiet clink of the glass. “I’m messing with you, Eddie. I’d love to spend the night with you,” you assured him, your eyes filled with sincerity.

Love of my life (real).