“You’re gonna have to sit still if you don’t want me to get any of this stuff on your face,” chided Eddie, after you shifted a little on the stool.
His hair was tied up in a loose bun, a few locks of it escaping and framing his face quite nicely. Though he wasn’t so focused on it for now, instead on applying the bleach to your hair in sections. You sat in front of the bathroom mirror, watching yourself and him in the reflection.
Eddie was making sure to be gentle, and kept checking in now and then, asking things like “am I pulling too hard?” or “is that alright?” Since he was used to just throwing caution to the wind when it came to his own hair. Even though he knew he was being careful already, better safe than sorry. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.
If he did, even accidentally, he’d claimed that he’d “die out of intense sorrow”. You highly doubted that, though the intense sorrow part might’ve been true.
Eddie worked pretty efficiently, and throughout the somewhat boring process of applying the bleach, he managed to entertain you by retelling the last night’s DND campaign that you weren’t present for. Usually, you’d at least watch, or participate, depending on how you felt, so you were glad to hear him recap it.
Especially because he did all the voices. Eddie had always been an excellent storyteller.
Once all the bleach was all done, and your hair was covered, it was off to the living room to maybe watch a movie or two while the bleach did its thing. Eddie let you choose, and now and then he checked how your hair was holding up, to make sure nothing was going horribly wrong.
“I don’t think you’d look good bald.” He said, poking your cheek after re-covering your hair.
Finally, you headed back to the bathroom to wash out the bleach, and dry your hair. You did this part yourself.
By the time you had finished up and styled your hair the way you liked it, Eddie was still seated on the couch, bouncing his leg idly as he waited. His eyes were fixed on the television. His hair had slipped even more out of the bun in disarray, but it didn’t seem like he was paying too much attention to it. At the sound of the bathroom door opening, he looked up.
You smiled at him, raising your chin. “Ta-da. You like?”
For a moment, he just stared, mouth slightly agape, before seemingly shaking himself back to the present and snapping it shut.
“Get over here, you fool,” Eddie said, wildly gesturing to himself.
The moment you sat down, his arms were wrapped around you, and he was pressing kisses to your face. You giggled, and he drew away a little, expression similar to yours.
“You -- look -- so -- good,” he said, punctuating each word with a kiss to your cheek, your forehead, your temple, your jawline. “God, you’re the prettiest guy I’ve ever seen, y’know that?” His hands were running through your hair, and even though it was the slightest bit wet from earlier, he didn’t seem to care.
“You’re biased,” you said, though you felt your face flushing.
“Gladly,” replied Eddie, grinning. “Why didn’t you bleach your hair sooner?”
You opened your mouth to reply, but you were interrupted quite quickly as he kissed you again.
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