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forever-rogue · 9 months

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happy haunting

AN | Okay, this is purely self indulgent but this is totally me and I wish I had an Eddie to do fun fall and halloween things with! So enjoy a little early Halloween shopping fun 🥰

Warnings | Mild Language

Pairing | modern!Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.2k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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“Do you know how much I love you?” you kept your attention trained on the pretty autumn flowers that the florist had on display outside of the shop. Eddie was holding your hand, fingers laced together as he followed you around like a lovesick puppy. You turned to him with a big, soft smile on your face, “because it’s a lot. I love you so, so much it’s not even measurable.”

He softened, a grin on his face that mirrored your own as he pulled you closer to him. Before you could protest he took your face in his hands and pressed a gentle kiss to your soft lips, “I love you…but you’re up to something.”

“I am deeply offended and upset, sir,” you playfully clutched at your chest as he snorted in amusement, “that you would think I’m up to something! I just love you and wanted to let you, the love of my life, know that I love you.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed as he reached for your hand again before he pulled you inside of the shop, “whatever you say.”

“Eddie-”

“Come on,” he was already heading to the counter, “I saw you eyeing those flowers out front.”

“Edward.”

“I just think the flowers would look in the kitchen,” he played it off like he was the one that had wanted the flowers in the first place. It was one of the many things you loved about him; he was so kind and always giving, giving, giving, “let me get my girl the things she wants, yeah?”

“Yeah,” you sighed wistfully, “okay.”

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“Are you gonna tell me what you’re up to?” Eddie took a sip of his beer as you sat on the kitchen counter, sipping on a cider, “because I will get it out of you one way or another.”

“Nothing,” you insisted, knowing full well that he absolutely did not believe you. He put his bottle down and stood between your legs, his arms caging you, “you’re bullying me! Don’t bully me, meanie!”

“Come on Barbie,” he leaned in so his nose was brushing against yours, his lips so close but so far away. Butterflies fluttered around your stomach at the use of his sweet little nickname for you.

The first time he called you that, long before you really knew him and even longer before you started dating, you’d thought he meant it as an insult. You were the opposite of him, so literally in so many ways, and he loved it. You were the pretty, sweet little thing and he was the rough metalhead. He still loved seeing the reactions people had when he came up to you and you reached for him without even thinking about it. It was especially amusing to him when some douchebag tried to hit on you. You were everything, and he was merely your humble servant; god knows he would have done anything for you.

“Eddie,” you were practically willing him to kiss you but he still refused, “kiss me, please.”

“So polite,” he gave in, just a little bit with the lightest of kisses, “my little Barbie. But you won’t get any more until you tell me what’s going on.”

You leaned back, sighing loudly and dramatically, raising a pink manicured hand to your forehead as he laughed affectionately, “fine. Fine. Will you, my love, come me with tomorrow to go Halloween hunting?”

He paused for a moment, clearly not expecting that to be what you had been so dramatically concealing with him. But then, when he saw the expectant look on your face he couldn’t help but tut gently at you, “what the hell is Halloween hunting, Barbie?”

And then you scoffed. You scoffed and that made him laugh. You crossed your arms over your chest and attempted to give him a serious expression, “you cannot be serious, Edward Munson.”

“I...why not?” he raised an eyebrow, brushing his knuckles across your pinked cheek, “is this some weird internet thing I don’t understand?”

“You’re such an old man sometimes,” you reached for his hand and gently clutched it in yours, “I mean it affectionately. But how have you not heard of this?”

“Alright, tell me what’s so important and magical about this hunting you would like to do.”

“Basically…we hit up the home stores and look for all the Halloween and fall stuff!” your eyes lit up so much that even Eddie felt himself grow excited at the prospect. He was so gone and weak for you that if something made you happy, it made him happy. But then -

“It’s summer,” he stated suddenly as you looked at him sheepishly, “it’s like…the middle of summer.”

“And…?” you blinked at him in confusion with big, wide eyes, “it’s going to be Halloween-”

“In like three months!”

“But,” you stopped for a moment, a pout on your pretty pink lips that he wanted to kiss away, “it’s my favorite time of year. A-and I this is our first Halloween living together so I thought it would be fun to decorate and go all out..”

He hated seeing you even slightly upset. Nope, nope, nope. You wanted to decorate and go all out? He’d buy you anything and everything that you wanted. He’d turn the whole apartment into the spooky home of your dreams. He gently shushed you before any tears could run down your face, “then that’s what we’ll do. We’ll make this the best place ever - we’ll make everyone jealous. You want to go and do this halloween hunting? We’ll go tomorrow.”

You made a small sound of excitement as you beamed at him, “really!? Wait, are you sure? I don’t wanna make you do something you don’t want to.”

“I want to,” he promised softly as you leaned into the warm touch of his hand, “we’ll go and get brunch, and then we can get some of those fancy iced coffees and go look at all the stores. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” you threw your arms around him and held onto him tightly before pulling back to press a kiss to his cheek, “you’re perfect to me. I love you so much. We’re gonna have the best day ever!”

“Every day with you is the best day ever,” he kissed, fully and sweetly this time, letting his lips get properly reacquainted with yours, “I love you.”

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Eddie took you to your favorite spot for brunch, which was a cute little place with a garden patio. He thought you looked so pretty, but then again, he thought that every day, and even managed to snap a few pictures of you. He wasn't big on social media even though he was in a band, but often kept the pictures he took for himself. Although if you did look at his IG you'd find it filled with mostly photos of you or his guitars (but let's be honest, you were the bright, pretty star of his account).

After you were both thoroughly stuffed, the two of you went for a walk and ran a few weekly errands like getting some groceries for the week. Once all the boring adult stuff - as you had dubbed it - was completed, the two of you went off to the cafe down the street from your apartment.

You were mildly disappointed, but not surprised, to find that summer drinks were still in full swing and it would be a few weeks before the fall menus were out. Eddie had chuckled fondly before pressing a kiss to the side of your head and promising to get you all the pumpkin coffees you wanted as soon as they came out. And just who were to say no to that?

Once you were situated with your silly little iced coffee, Eddie took drove the two of you to the first of the stores you'd suggested. Even something as simple as driving around with you was fun for him; you made the mundane exciting. He always kept a hand on your thigh or held your hand. You always got to pick the music, but you knew that while your tastes overlapped on some things, you had varied tastes. You often picked music that he preferred, just to hear him sing along. Today you settled on something in the middle and Eddie listened to you sing along happily, only stopping to point out cute dogs.

"Okay," once Eddie parked, you turned in your seat to look at him, "this is serious business. Gotta keep our eyes peeled for all good stuff."

He shook his head before leaning over the console and settling a sweet kiss, "serious business. Noted."

"Oh Eddie," you reached for the collar of his shirt and pulled him back for a few more kisses, "I love you so much. Thank you for putting up with me."

"Baby, it's never putting up either you," he insisted softly, "I love doing you and doing all of these things with you. There's nothing that could make me happier."

"Ugh," you scoffed softly, "you're perfect. You always know what to say."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Barbie," he tenderly bumped your chin with his knuckle, "c'mon now - we've got serious business!"

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The first thing that Eddie noticed as soon as you were in the first store was the looks that the two of you were getting. He was dressed in his normal choice of ripped skinny ripped and a band shirt, topped off with a flannel and a pair of heavy combat boots, chains jingled at his side. His hair was in a messy bun, a few curly tendrils falling out and framing his face. He looked so ridiculously good that it was almost unfair. Meanwhile you were in a pretty pink sundress and sandals, skin glowing from the summer sun you'd been getting, with your hair soft and loose. A walking juxtaposition that always garnered a few looks, but you almost never noticed and Eddie just found it amusing.

Your coffee was in one hand, the other already entwined with Eddie's as you headed towards the aisles where you caught glimpses of Halloween décor.

"Ooh," there was a bright smile on your face as you made a sound of delight at the freshly stocked aisles, "look at all the things!"

"So many things," he agreed as you headed over to a section with wall and door signs. He could see the joy reflected in your face, this was definitely your favorite thing. He always found it amusing that you were so soft and dainty but you had a love for all things spooky and dark and gory. One of the first things you'd bonded over was your love of horror movies after all.

"Eddie," you picked a sign off the shelf that boasted it's not a haunted house, it's a haunted home with cute little ghosts decorating it, "it's so cute! It would look perfect near the front door!"

"Hmm," he looked at some of the other signs and grabbed one that read welcome to our haunted house, "this one is also pretty cute!"

"Ugh, yes it is," you were looking back and forth at them, serious contemplation on your features, "they're so many cute signs! We could even decorate the outside of the door. And then - ooh! Skulls!"

How could he have forgotten your skull collection? It was pretty impressive. This was, as you liked to remind him, not just seasonal decor but year round decor, "maybe they'll have some promising ones to add to the collection."

"I sure hope so," you delicately put the signs back and took his hand to lead him to the next display, "there weren't a lot of good ones last year."

"Well, the season is young," he grinned as you held up your hand dismissively, "plenty of time to find the perfect ones."

"And we can get started early," you turned and pressed a kiss to his cheek before holding up a pastel pink and gold skull, "everyone will be talking about us!"

"Don't worry, they already do," he took the skull from your hands and set it into the basket hanging from his arm. Yeah, he knew to be well prepared.

"Duh," you gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, "that's because you're a rockstar!"

"I'm hardly a rockstar," he played you off, feeling his cheeks grow hot from your praise. Corroded Coffin was getting bigger all the time, but he still remained humble and thankful, and kept his day job as a mechanic, "that's definitely not why."

"Hmm," you turned back to him and studied him intently, "I think you're wrong, but I still love you more than anything. You'll always be my rockstar, even when we're old."

"Of course," he loved when you talked about the future; the idea that you wanted him forever made him feel so warm and loved. He already knew that you were his future too - he was going to make you his wife one day, "you'll always be my queen and I am but your humble servant."

You turned back to him with the softest expression that made his knees weak, "you, Edward Munson, are my dork and I adore you more than anything."

"I adore you too," his cheeks pinked as he looked at his feet, finding it almost impossible to look into your eyes, "anything else catch your eye?"

"So much!" You grinned as pointed at a portrait of two skeletons lying together and slowly being consumed by moss, "look! It's us one day!"

"That's metal," he reached for it and added it to the handbasket, "that's one going in the bedroom!"

"Now you're getting into the spirit!" You paused for a moment before giggling at your own joke, "it makes sense that you like me so much, you know."

"Oh?" He reached up and tenderly brushed off a few stray pieces of flutter that had fallen onto your cheeks, "why's that, Barbie?"

"Because I'm hilarious!"

"Mhmm," the two of you exchanged sweet smiles as you gently squeezed his hand, "I love you for so many reasons."

"And I you," you grabbed another little table decoration and held it out to show him, "enough that you'll go to a couple of other stores with me?"

"Of course," he would do anything for you, "of course."

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By the time the two of you made it home, it was already late but you were so happy. After shopping around for what seemed like hours, Eddie suggested two of you just go out for dinner, which you had no problem with, and you decided you would go to his favorite spot for dinner. Plus, this time you were able to get the bill before him, insisting that this was a small thank you for the wonderful day he had given you.

You’d shared the collective duty of hauling everything into the apartment, which consisted of several large bags of fall and Halloween goodies. You’d tried to be good and only get an item or two, you really had, but Eddie had insisted on getting the things you wanted. You wanted the ultimate spooky and cozy apartment for the season? Eddie was going to give it to you.

“Today was so fun,” you were sitting at your vanity, going through your skincare routine as Eddie laid in bedroom, working on his laptop. You caught his eye in the mirror and he offered you a toothy grin, “thank you.”

“I had fun too,” he promised, shooting you a quick wink, “everything is fun with you.”

“Eddie,” you finished applying your moisturizer and turned around so you were facing him. You definitely had his attention now, and he closed his laptop and put it on the nightstand to look at you. You were wearing a set of silky pink pajamas, ones that he definitely wouldn’t have minded getting off later, and a freshly clean face. You were so beautiful, even at the end of day without a stitch of makeup on, which you often didn’t fully believe.

“C’mere,” he motioned for you to join him on the bed and you did so with a dramatic huff at you sat cross legged at the end of the bed, “what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“You know…you know I’m not just with you for money or whatever, right? I don’t wanna make it seem like I just want to be with you because you do all these nice things with me and for me,” his eyebrows raised in confusion as you played with a loose thread on the edge of your pajama shorts, “I feel like you’re always doing things for me and I love and appreciate it, but I just wanna make sure you know I love you. I just want you, the other things don’t matter.”

“Of course I know that,” his easy answer made you relax slightly, “I never once doubted that. I never would have thought of that.”

“Okay,” you let out a small sigh of relief, “I just…I wanna do things for you too, you know? I want to make sure you know that you are the most important thing to me.”

“I know that,” he held out his hand to you and you put your hand in his and let him pull you into his lap. He settled his large hands on your waist as you wrapped your arms around his neck, “you do lots of things for me too, even though you apparently haven’t noticed. On top of all that, I like doing things for you and taking care of you. You’re my girl, Barbie. Always will be, and I like spoiling you. Even with silly little things like this halloween hunting you love so much.”

“Maybe it is silly,” you pressed your forehead against his, “but you had fun too!”

“I did,” he nudged his nose with yours, “I always do. I love you.”

“I love you,” you kissed him softly, in a way that left him yearning for more. He could never get enough of you, “you gonna let me take care of you?”

“Whaddaya me…oh,” you loved that you were still able to make him get all shy and flustered, “you don’t have you to.”

“I wanna,” you insisted, giving him a kiss that slowly turned more hungry and needy, “let me love on you since you’ve been doing it all day for me.”

“I-I if you’re sure,” you put a finger to his lips and gently shushed him.

“I’m sure,” you promised, “my love.”

“Okay,” he swallowed thickly, his eyes practically the embodiment of heart eyes, “okay. Fuck, I’m so in love with you.”

“Funny,” you whispered, peppering his face in kisses, “I’m so in love with you, Eddie Munson.”

“Always?”

“And then some more.”

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