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eddie was layed out on the couch at steve’s. he wasn’t having a good time, but he wasn’t having a bad time either. he was comfortable nursing a beer and zoning out.
he hadn’t drank enough to feel anything, only working the one beer the whole night. he told you beforehand he’d be your designated driver for the night so you could relax. midterms were over and you’d busted ass studying these past few weeks. eddie was so proud of you despite how worried he’d been that you were overworking yourself. tonight he was content to watch as you let loose and unwinded with your friends.
he was more than happy to spread out, taking up the entire couch, and wait until you were ready to leave.
or he was until you rushed over on unsteady legs through the throng of party-goers to sit on his lap, kicking your feet up on the coffee table; your platform boots making a resounding thud even over the thrum of the music. eddie threw an arm around your shoulders. he pressed a kiss to your temple. he halted mid sentence, about to if you were having a good time, before seeing the tears in your eyes.
eddie sat up, tightening his arms around you protectively. “whoa hey, hey, hey pretty baby what’s wrong? what happened?” he was panicked but he hid it as best he could as he wiped the tears from your brown cheeks with his thumbs.
you weren’t a cryer, not by any means. his first thought was someone had bothered you when you were out of his eyesight; making him all the more concerned. pushing the thought of beating the hell out of whoever hurt you to the back of his mind he focused only on consoling you as you laid out on top of him.
you sniffed as you palmed at your eyes, smearing your bat wing eyeliner you had perfected before coming here. “eddie,” you started with a pout “what if-”
you cut yourself off with a broken sob and buried your head in his neck, crying quietly. eddie cradled your head, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. glaring at any partiers that looked at you both. not that there were many that even noticed your presence with the amount of alcohol and everyone’s drug of choice being passed around.
he pressed kisses to your curls as he rubbed your back until you calmed down enough to speak. when you finally relaxed enough, eddie held your face in his hands to make you look at him. he wiped the stained mascara from your under your eyes as he asked what had upset you.
after blinking at the ceiling a few times to gather your thoughts you looked back at him, a pout adorning your features. “what if my skull isnt pretty?”
eddie starred at you for a few moments hoping what you asked would make sense after a second.
still wasn’t clicking.
“huh?”
you rolled your eyes at him, as if your question was the most simple thing in the world. “my head eddie.” you swiped at your nose with the sleeve of your sweater, adjusting your septum ring. “what if my skull’s ugly? what if- if i die right? and my head is- is left. what if my skull’s a bad one, what if its like misshapen or, or discoloured or something?” you vented.
eddie was at a loss for words, his only reaction a raise of his eyebrow.
he knew you were into what he affectionately called ‘some dark shit’ but he couldn’t recall ever seeing you torn up about it. he’d seen you emotional on late nights watching horror movies, asking if he could passionately murder you the same way the killer of the day ended a life onscreen. or telling him how romantic a suicide pact with him would be. these nights always ended with you underneath him, writhing as he whispered vague threats he didn’t mean but still made your blood run hot.
yeah, he knew you were absolutely fucking weird but he adored it. sure, it sounded completely insane; but he knew it came from a place of genuine love. he knew you respected the idea of death and found beauty in it. even if he couldn’t explain it himself he was honoured that you loved him as much as you loved the macabre.
“like-” slurring your words, you started again, “like babe, if i was beheaded would you put my skull on the wall? would i have a nice enough skull to put above a fire place?”
eddie snorted, twirling one of your loose curls around his finger. he squished your cheeks with his free hand to accentuate your already prominent pout. “my love, you have such a beautiful skull, vlad the impaler would die to get his hands on it,” he stated with a quick peck to your lips.
he could practically see your heart swell at his words. your eyes held such love and adoration he never imagined would ever be directed at him as he cradled your jaw in his hands like you were made of glass. to him you were the most precious thing in the world.
“you mean it?”
“i mean it,” emphasising his words with a kiss to your forehead.
eddie heard a quiet “what the fuck?” from steve as he walked past the couch. eddie wasn’t sure how much of the conversation he or anyone else had overhead but he didn’t care. not when you were holding his hands and pressing little kisses to his cheeks and neck on whatever skin you could reach.
“although babe?” he added “i’d never mount your head on the wall.”
you pulled back so fast eddie had to grab your waist to ensure you didn’t fall of the couch. you looked at him, your face contorting to reflect the utter betrayal you were engulfed with at the stab in the heart you felt at his words. the tears that started welling in your eyes again nearly broke eddie’s heart before he kissed your cheeks, catching any fallen tears.
“you know why, love?” he spoke between kisses into your hair. eddie held your jaw again as he pressed your foreheads together in a gentle and intimate show of his overflowing affection. “because i won’t need to. i plan on growing old with you 'til we’re crazy old fucks yelling at kids from the porch. and when i go out i’m damn sure it’ll be with you. and if you go before me, you already know i’ll follow you anywhere, baby. from our joint coffin, when our bodies are decaying and rotting together until we’re dust in this life, to wherever you wanna take us in the next. i don’t plan on going a day with you, now or ever.”
you felt tears form in your eyes for the umpteenth time that night. god, you loved him so so much and he loves you too! you wondered how you got so lucky to receive the love of your best friend and find your soul mate. you knew you were unusual, different from most, and still this delightfully troublesome man had waltzed into your life; not only embracing all your quirks and oddities but loving them. loving you.
any doubts you had, no matter how small, vanished at his proclamation. you knew he was telling you the honest truth, you could feel his sincerity settling into your bones. you always knew you’d stay with him as long as he’d have you and hearing he’d have you forever and beyond, despite your flaws and fuck ups, left you in tears.
you were never letting him go.
eddie then pulled back, frantic at the sound of your sob. apologetic, he started to speak but your lips were on his before he could apologise.
in that moment everything drifted away for him. there was only you, and god he loved it. the feel of your soft, dark lips against his own; the sensation of your warm hands against his chest, your long nails digging deliciously into his skin.
he was consumed by the outpouring of adoration and love you poured into every second of the kiss. his hand tangled in the back of your hair to deepen it, needing this moment with you; needing you to know how much he adored- how much he craved you- how much he loved you.
you felt it as you broke away, choosing to place lazy, sweet kisses along his neck and jaw. you sniffled again after working your way back to his mouth, pressing another soft kiss to his lips. “i love you, edward. so much.”
eddie grinned, kissing your forehead once more before he shifted you both into a sitting position, “i know.”
you laughed at his sudden change from seriousness and soft to his usual brand of humour, “dickhead.”
“your dickhead.”
“yeah, all mi-” you cut off with a squeak as eddie lifted you bridal style from the couch. normal he would carry you on his front, a strong grip on both your ass and thighs that he loved so much; but with you drunk and in a floor length skirt, he worked with what he had.
“i’m all yours, always.” he kissed you quick as he made his way through the crowd, “let’s get you home, sweet thing.” he was laughing as you kicked multiple couples out of his path on his way to the door.
eddie he reached the van he’d parked down the street, he set you down in the passenger seat, clicking your seatbelt on with another kiss to your cheek and closed your door.
the moment he was situated in the driver’s seat, music on, windows down, and headed home home; you reached your hand over, splayed across his chest. eddie grinned as he held your hand as he kissed your knuckles, his eyes on the road. “by the way sweetheart, i love you too.”