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you write eddie really well and i was wondering how you think he would show love without saying i love you

you are so sweet! thank you for the kind words and the cute idea! i wrote this so quickly so i’m sorry if it’s not the best!

warnings: fluff, mentions of crying, contains 18+ content | word count: around 500

i personally think one of eddie’s love languages would be physical touch, especially with his partner. another one that i think he would have is acts of service and doing small things to make your life easier.

he would hold your hand a lot, rubbing his thumb over yours as a silent way of saying ‘i love you’ and reminding you that’s he’s there.

eddie would kiss you any chance he got. not just on your lips but anywhere he could sneak one in. on your forehead while you read a book. on your cheek while you made coffee in the morning. kissing your neck when he laid on your shoulder. he would do it because he loved you and because he knew those small intimate moments meant a lot to you.

i think a big way he’d show love is by having you sit on his lap or insisting you do.

he’d grab you when you walked by, pulling you down onto his legs.

“sweetheart, howd you get there?” he’d joke, craning his neck to look up at you. his hands would rub your leg or your sides. he’d whisper sweet things to you, his hands never leaving your body.

eddie would take special notice of the things you liked. he would do them as much as he possibly could.

he knew how you liked your tea by heart. watching exactly how you made it until he got the method down. now you never had to make it yourself when he was around.

he knew your body better than you ever thought was possible. knowing what made your toes curl and what would win him a sweet moan. taking his time to learn how gentle or firm of a touch you needed to feel good.

“that’s it, baby.” he’d whisper into the shell of your ear. “doing such a good job for me, aren’t you?” he knew all the words that would make you break a little, allowing you to melt into him more and more.

if he noticed you were stressed out or dealing with more than you could handle he would do anything he could to help you.

he’d be gentle with you, not wanting to make you feel pressured to talk to him but still reminding you he was there.

he’d make dinner the best he could (or order in if we’re honest) and be sure to clean the kitchen despite your complaints about wanting to help.

eddie would hold you when it finally got to be to much. letting you get his shirt soaked with your salty tears, rubbing your back and telling you it would all be okay.

he would show love constantly without having to say the words. the best part is that he would do it so well that you would always know he loved you even if he was just holding your hand.

DJ LANDO

hold me close

or: eddie letting you wear his accessories during sex !

a/n: soft sex ! so very soft n loving. just an all around good and emotional tear-filled time. / 0.9k words

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the process is intimate and takes a lot out of him. he’s anxious, you both are. anxious regarding what this might mean for the two of you. what this next step entails. you were so happy when eddie pulled you into his lap and asked you to try something with him, popping the question in between chaste little kisses.

he trusts you and you adore it, accepting each piece with a soft “thank you.” you know how vulnerable he feels without his accessories, you’ve learned to accept that he doesn’t even take them off to shower.

your job is to keep what he gives you safe, wearing his pieces with pride. it drives him crazy, absolutely insane when you look up at him through your lashes like that. thanking him for laying his claim on you. for giving you the most important parts of him.

he’s never done this with anyone before, never trusted anyone enough to share this part of himself. you’ve come to learn that each ring means something much deeper to him, deeper than you previously thought. you want him to be comfortable, want him to know how much you love him, how much this means to you.

the guitar pick necklace goes first, he slips it onto you once he’s got your shirt off, cooing at the way the charm settles in the valley of your breasts. the chain in cold against your skin, eliciting goosebumps that he rubs away with his warm hand. you hook your fingers into the front of his t-shirt and pull him forward, placing a soft peck on the tip of his nose.

eddie giggles at the kiss. and you feel like your heart may give out. it’s a sweet little sound, so innocent. you peck his lips next, basking in the way his mouth curls up into a giddy smile. “thank you eds” you tell him, fiddling with the chain.

he kisses down your sternum next, rubbing circles into the fat of your hip with his hand. he moves onto his rings, crucifix on your pointer, then the pig skull on your middle. he slides the thick metal onto each digit with a small peck to your nailbeds.

you giggle at the gesture, shivering from the ticklish feeling. they’re a bit big on you, the heavy steel charms give into gravity and slip to hang towards the ground. in a burst of confidence, you take both of your ringed fingers and play at the seam of his mouth, urging him to open up.

eddie surprises you, he nips and sucks at the tips of your digits with a grin, sighing at the weight of them on his tongue. you gasp at the wet feeling, gazing up at him from where you lie on your back. he sucks you in all the way to the top end of the matching bands, pulling back and reaching to part your fingers in a V-shape.

he flicks his tongue back and forth between the gap, winking at you.

you inhale sharply, growing hot at what the gesture insinuates.

“perv” you mumble, earning a snicker from the man above you.

eddie’s shirt is next to go, meeting yours in a pile at the foot of his bed. you hook your sticky fingers into the waist of his pants and wiggle them down, helping him get each leg out.

you’re both down to your underwear now, sinking into the plush of his mattress in a loving kiss. you revel in the intimacy of it, how pure his love is for you, how safe you feel in the arms of a man sent to you by the angels above.

the skull ring goes next, the one and only piece of memorabilia he has from his father. you gasp as he slides the jewelry onto your opposite thumb. it fits perfectly around the length of your thickest finger.

“eds..” you whisper, tone wavering. “are you sure bub?”

he smiles down at you, expression pure and full of love.

“why wouldn’t i be?” he assures you.

your bra and panties go next, then his boxers, discarded to the depths of his bedroom floor. you’re grinding up against each other now, grazing your leaking core over his pulsing cock. eddie gasps, little pitiful whines and groans into the fold of your neck, practically sobbing at the stimulation.

it’s what he does next that breaks your heart.

eddie pulls away from you, kneeling tall over your form. you still at the show of dominance, reveling in the way his firm body towers above everything in your line of sight. he brings his hands to his chest and removes the last piece of jewlery. his mother’s ring.

he shushes you before you can protest, slipping it onto your ring finger, eyes never leaving yours. he’s shaking, you realize.

you know what the gesture means. you know exactly what he’s saying when he presses his lips to the gemstone.

your lip wobbles.

“promise me” he pleads. you realize what he’s asking.

“wanna leave this town someday, gonna take you with me.”

you nod , pulling him down so he’s laying on top of you, forehead to forehead. he doesn’t need to say what the gesture implies, you already know.

“f’course sweet boy.” you tell him. basking in the warmth of his body held tight against yours. he goes lax at the admission, reassured by your response. you hear him sniffle.

“you don’t even need to ask eds.”