Having Such A Bad Day I Need Eddie To Hug Me

having such a bad day i need eddie to hug me ☹️

I like to think Eddie is the type of person who will remember the tiniest little details about you all the time that you'll share when you think no one is really paying much attention. Yet he is all the time, and it catches you off guard. Out everyone in your life he always remembered.

He hands you a baggy full of just red and purple skittles. "I picked all of your favorite ones out— I know you said these were the only flavors you liked."

"Ed, I said that like a month ago... when we were all hanging out at Steve's."

Eddie shrugged "yeah so?" He shook the bag of candy in your face, "you gonna take'em or what?"

ꨄ︎ bsf!jj after a fight with his dad

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you were just about to snuggle into your small but cozy bed when your wish for a well-deserved sleep was shattered by a knock on your window.

groggily, you get up, groaning and cursing under your breath as you turn on your nightlight, only to be greeted by your best friend - jj maybank - whose blond hair is blowing back and forth in the wind.

“what are you doing here?” you ask as you open your window and the blond boy climbs into your room without a word.

before you know it you’re laying on your bed, jj snuggled up to you, resting his head on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair. “why did he do it this time?” you question, feeling jj’s fingertips run smoothly along your stomach.

the blonde sighs, nuzzling his head further into your chest. the feeling of your heart beating against his ear seems to soothe him in some way. “he said i stole his money,” he peers up at you before babbling on, “i swear, i didn’t, y/n.”

“shhh. i know you didn’t.” you hum, pulling him tighter into your embrace and placing a loving kiss on his forehead.

you hated seeing your best friend like this. so hurt and dejected, eyes longing for just a glimpse of love. every time when luke maybank decided to take it out on his son again you’d boil with anger, wondering how someone can possibly hurt his own son in such a cruel way.

and every time jj would come to you, his best friend. cuddling close, tracing your skin to distract himself from the fact that his own was covered in bruises. he’d stay for the night and you’d baby him. because that’s what best friends do, right? they take care of each other.

at least that’s what you tell yourself when you have your hand buried in his pants, slowly stroking his cock and listen to his quiet whimpers.

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Thinkin’ about ex boyfriend Eddie having to come pick you up after a date gone horribly wrong. You didn’t know who else to call. He could barely understand you through your broken sobs on the other end of the phone. When he showed up he simply took your hand, pulling you toward the parking lot. You climbed in his van waiting for his smug remarks. His cruel “I told you so’s.” But they never came. His brown eyes were soft as he reached out, brushing your tears away. Genuine concern written all over his pretty face mixed with a bit of rage. No one made his girl cry.

A quick kiss to your forehead before he shut the door, disappearing back into the crowd at the fair. You kept your eyes peeled, trying to catch a glimpse of him.

Then he was there. Pushing his way back through the mass of people, a shit eating grin on his face as a small river of blood dripped down his chin. His hair was a mess, more than usual, his wild curls tangled and unruly. His left eye already beginning to swell slightly. Fuck, Eddie.

He jumps into the drivers seat, you can tell his adrenaline is still at all time high. His hands shaking lightly, his knuckles bloodied from the fight.

“Eddie, you didn’t have to..”

“Baby, that was the most fun I’ve had in months.” he grins over at you, wiggling his eyebrows. “And.. no one messes with my girl.”

“Not your girl, Eds.” you smirk up at him.

“No?” he teases, leaning in closer, his familiar smell of weed and cheap cologne washing over you. You shake your head softly as you reach up running your finger over his split lip as he inches even closer.

“Mmm, whatever you say baby.” he hums against your lips, sending goosebumps across your skin. You roll your eyes with one last attempt to push him away before his tongue is in your mouth, the metallic taste of his blood only turning you on even more as you grasp at his worn out band tee.

His girl.

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