Its Fine If You Dont Have Time But Can You Do A Doc With Eddie And Reader Where They Are In Their Mid

It’s fine if you don’t have time but can you do a doc with Eddie and reader where they are in their mid 20s but nobody has ever showed any romantic interest in reader. Let alone kissed them. And Eddie starts to like her but she thinks it’s a joke?

AN | This is such a good concept! Eddie really would be the sweetest 🥺🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Meeting Eddie Munson had been a happy accident. You’d run into him, quite literally, during a late night grocery run. You’d had a busy week at work and hadn’t had time for much else, but realized there was almost no food in the house. So, despite it being late, you went to get some groceries, imagining that almost no one else would be here. Thus you hadn’t been paying much attention, and therefore you’d walked right into him as you were both looking at ice cream.

You’d been embarrassed, he’d been sweet, and one thing had led to another and before you knew it you’d gone out on a few dates with Eddie.

And you liked him a lot. He was kind, funny, smart, and had a heart of gold. But there was something about all of it that caused an odd feeling to make a home in the pit of your stomach. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Eddie or think he was genuine in his interest in you, it was just…different.

The truth was, and you’d yet to admit this to Eddie, that you had almost no experience when it came to dating and relationships. You’d gone on a few dates here and there, usually first dates and they never led to anything more. You had yet to experience your first kiss even, not to mention everything else. It never bothered you or embarrassed you, but you didn’t want Eddie to find out and lose interest. You just didn’t know how or when to tell him.

Whatever you did, you knew you had to do it soon. There was only so long you could avoid Eddie’s affections before he became suspicious. You’d managed to swerve his kisses and leave everything at hugs for now…but you could tell he was slowly pushing for more. You couldn't even blame him. And it wasn’t that you didn’t want to. You really did. He was everything you could have ever dreamed of in so many ways, and you just…didn’t know what to do.

But that decision was made for you one evening after a dinner and movie date with Eddie.

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Your heart beat rapidly against your chest as he looked at you with those big, soft bambi eyes. He’d parked and walked you to your apartment, ever the gentlemen, even offering to carry your purse and the flowers he'd surprised you with. Once you’d unlocked the door you’d turned around to bid him a good night, but found yourself speechless when you saw how he was looking at you.

“I had fun tonight,” you managed to stammer out as he stepped closer, leaving just enough of a comfortable distance between your bodies. His smile was soft and saccharine and might easily have been one of your favorite sights in the entire world. He reached his hand up, tentatively at first before touching your face and brushing his thumb across your cheek, “Eddie…”

“You’re really pretty,” he confessed, almost as if he was scared to anticipate your response, a rosy flush coloring his cheeks, “really fuckin’ pretty.”

“I-”

Before you could say or do anything else, he’d leaned in to kiss you. You knew this had been coming, that it was basically inevitable, but it still surprised you. Out of instinct and habit, you turned your head and he was able to barely kiss your cheek. You heard him sigh heavily, before pulling back with a groan.

“Eddie,” you were silently pleading with him but the frustration was writing all over his face, “‘m sorry.”

“Is there a reason you won’t let me kiss you? Do you not want me to?” he took a step back and created a noticeable distance between your bodies, "do you even want to see me anymore?"

“N-no,” you shook your head fervently, “I do! It’s just that…”

“Just what?” his voice turned soft as you trailed off, unable to find the right words to convey what you were feeling. You shrugged it off and you could see him nod to himself, “look, I really fucking like you, But I can’t do this if you’re going to keep shutting me out. I just hope you know you could tell me anything.”

“I do-”

“But you’re not,” he ran a hand through his hair, “if you want to take things slow, that’s okay. Really. But I need you to tell me. I won’t know what’s going on in that pretty head if you don’t tell me. We gotta learn to communicate."

You took in his words and only nodded, unable to figure out just how to convey everything that was going through your head.

“I’m going to go,” he said as he slowly took a step back, “but if you want to talk and we can figure this out - together - give me a call, yeah? Or if you want to call it quits after tonight, that’s up to you. Have a good night, sweetheart."

Eddie offered you a last little parting smile before turning to walk back to his car. You blinked back the tears that had welled up and sighed heavily. You might have just let one of the best things that had ever happened to you walk away. Fuck. You really weren’t ready to say goodbye to him.

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Almost a week had passed since you’d seen or heard from Eddie. Part of you had hoped that he would call to check in on you, but you knew that the choice was up to you. The other part of you went back and forth on whether to call him. Some parts of you were ready to call it quits and give up on him, but the other part of you wasn’t ready to do that at all. You really liked Eddie…and you really wanted to try and make things work with him. Eddie was special; he was worth it.

That’s how you found yourself out of Eddie’s shop, pacing around as you waited for him to emerge. You hadn’t called him like he had suggested, opting instead to surprise him in person. You weren’t sure if you’d have been able to say any of what you wanted over the phone.

You were so lost in your own head that you didn’t hear the door open and close or even when he said your name. His hand going to your shoulder was what pulled you back to reality. You found the pretty boy looking at you with a hopeful little smile, “Eddie.”

“Hey sweetheart,” it was like some sort of weight had been lifted off his shoulders and he visibly relaxed, “what are you doing here?”

“I-I came to see you,” you confessed, nervous under his curious expression as your entire face flushed with warmth, “I don’t think I would have the courage over the phone. Plus, I really wanted to see you. Is it weird to say I’ve missed you?”

“Not at all,” he was beaming, “to be honest, I’ve missed you too. I thought about calling you every day…but didn’t want to scare you off.”

“You wouldn’t have,” you promised softly, “I thought about it everyday too.”

“Yeah?” he nodded happily, “do you want to come to mine? I can make dinner and we can have a beer or something. If you want - I don’t want to make you feel obligated or uncomfortable.”

“I’d love to,” you put your arm on his bicep and gave it a gentle squeeze, “really.”

“Okay,” he agreed happily, “let’s go.”

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Eddie’s trailer was small, but it was warm and cozy, and made you feel at home. You’d offered to help with dinner but he insisted that he could handle making some pasta and garlic bread.

Instead you’d sat on the other side of the counter and watched him, nursing a beer as the two of you made conversation. This felt so natural, so easy, like you both had been doing this forever. That was one of the many things you enjoyed about Eddie - the two of you could talk about anything and everything without a dull moment.

Dinner, while simple, was delicious and it felt right to be there with him in his home. After dinner, he’d asked if you wanted him to take you home or if you wanted to stay and watch a movie. The question had caused you to experience a moment of pause, but weren’t ready to go. Not yet.

So instead you sat on his couch, cuddled up into his side, half paying attention to whatever movie he’d put on. You’d been more focused on the fact that his arm was around you, his smell was overwhelming your senses, and all you could think about was him touching you.

“Hey,” you heard him whisper quietly as you moved to look at him, “you alright?”

“Yeah,” you promised as you looked up at him, “‘m alright.”

He kept his gaze trained on you and turned his face closer to yours, and this time you were prepared for it. But you still ducked your head so he was forced to kiss your cheek. He could practically feel his groan vibrating in his chest.

“What’s-”

“Hold on,” you whispered softly, “I-I know what it looks like, but I want to explain.”

His eyebrows shot up in curiosity, but he didn’t interrupt, and instead motioned for you to go on. You exhaled softly, before nodding to yourself, putting a hand on top of his.

“Listen, Eddie, I…I’ve never really dated anyone before,” you confessed, looking away and not seeing the surprised look on his face, “never had a relationship before. So this is all new to me. I didn’t want you to find out and be turned off by it. You just seem…ugh, not like you’d judge me but like you’d want someone with experience. Someone that wasn't…me."

“Sweetheart - that's what this has been about? I would never judge you for that,” he promised and you could tell by the look on his face that he meant it. He tenderly brushed his knuckles along your jaw, “I don’t have the most experience either. But it doesn’t matter - we can figure it out together. I-if you want to anyway.”

“Eddie, I…I’ve never even been kissed before,” your face felt hot enough to fry an egg on as you tried to keep composed, “let alone had sex or anything else. I just didn’t want you…not like me anymore. ‘Cause I dunno…it’s a turn off for a lot of people. Some people get so weird about it."

“I don’t think it’s a turn off at all,” he promised softly, “it’s okay; it’s nothing to be ashamed of. But I meant what I said last time - we can take it slowly. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to or aren’t ready for. If you don’t want me to kiss you for another six months that’s okay, but I just wanted you to tell me that. That’s all I cared about, sweetheart, communication.”

“Are you sure?” your voice sounded so small but he nodded happily, “you’re okay with the fact that I’m…a virgin in all aspects?”

“It doesn’t matter to me,” he insisted, hand at the base of your neck as his thumb brushed along your jaw, “what matters to me is your happiness, and that you’re comfortable. One step at a time.”

“I really like you, Eddie,” you confessed sheepishly and his smile just grew, “and I want to try this, all of it, with you.”

“Good,” he whispered, leaning in again so his lips were almost brushing against yours, “because I really, really like you, sweetheart.”

“Will you kiss me, Eddie?” it was barely above a whisper but you could feel him smiling in response, “please.”

“Yes,” he brushed his lips against yours, “I’d love to.”

“I…wait,” you panicked for a moment, “be gentle, please? I don’t want to mess this up.”

“I will,” he nodded, “but you couldn’t. Never. You’re perfect, sweetheart.”

“Eddie,” it was a soft, wistful sigh.

“I’m going to kiss you now, okay?”

“Okay,” and this time you meant it. This time you were ready for it. This time you wanted it - you wanted him.

You never wanted to let him go.

Warmth

Summary: There are several bedrolls but Astarion makes his way to yours. Not for the reasons you'd expect, though. Set at the start of act 2, only a few days after entering the Shadow-Cursed Lands and its lethal climate.

Pairing: Astarion x gn!Reader

Rating: T, no warnings

Word count: 1.4k

Tags: fluff, comfort, pre-relationship, developing feelings, more than friends (?), banter, wholesome, sfw

A/n: So uhh, my hand slipped?? For the purpose of this short and sweet brabble, elves sort of sleep. Yes, Astarion is a diva but what's new?? Any constructive feedback is welcome :)

All was quiet at camp tonight. You'd had dinner. So had Karlach, Wyll, Lae'Zel, Shadowheart and Halsin. Gale had had his fill, courtesy of an old amulet that you knew you'd have no use for. Even Astarion had been fed.

The hunger was sated, at least to some extent, and after a long day of walking, climbing and crouching, you had all agreed to call it a night. Not because you didn't have any ideas for entertainment, but rather because the sheer exhaustion had rendered everyone absolutely useless.

The flames of the campfire were slowly dying, leaving only glowing embers that emitted a last bit of warmth in the cool night. While some retreated to their tents, others had spread their bedrolls out around the campfire, to try to warm themselves up enough to sleep for the night. You had also decided to remain by the fire, hoping to be able to fall asleep despite the crisp breeze.

You snuggled into your bedroll and got comfortable. It barely took any time for you to fall asleep, with Shadowheart's soft and regular snoring breathing soothing you like a lullaby. Your rest was cut short by a sudden chill in your bones. You woke up, freezing, shivering. As you opened your eyes, you saw that the embers had finally died down completely and turned to cold ashes. Everyone around you seemed to be sleeping deeply, a regenerative rest they had well deserved.

Your eyes still felt heavy from awaking so suddenly, your head was drowsy... All you wanted to do was to fall asleep again. Just a few more hours, just to have enough energy on the next day...

But the cold was seeping through the fabric: your nose and ears, your feet, your lower back... Everything felt cold.

Ever since entering the Shadow-cursed Lands, the cold was always hanging in the air: an unnatural feeling gnawing at your bones, clinging to your skin.

You tried to curl up into a ball, to keep all the warmth in one place and avoid the freezing feeling from spreading further. You weren't sure it was working. You tied your shawl closer around your head. You turned, multiple times. You tried to keep your eyes shut, to pretend to sleep. But the cold only grew stronger.

All of a sudden, you felt a hand on your mouth, preventing you from screaming. Even in your shock, you couldn't even gasp. You couldn't see who it was, as they were crouching behind your back. But you knew. Only one person could move so quietly.

His hand, which was usually even cooler than the night air, was almost as warm as your skin. With his other hand, he pulled your shoulder and made you roll on your back. His piercing gaze was anything but calm.

"Shhhh. Don't be scared, it's me. Can I take my hand off? You're not gonna scream now, right? No need to alert the whole camp..."

You simply nodded. Your heart was still racing, but you knew you were safe, it was just Astarion. It might've been racing for other reasons now.

He slowly removed his hand, still scowling.

"Is everything alright?" You asked him. There must've been a reason for this behaviour.

"Can't sleep? Yeah, me neither..."

"Well, I've noticed. I can't sleep either, darling. And you know why? Because you've been tossing and turning and shifting all this time!" he whisper-shouted.

"Do you know how incredibly loud sheets can be, when someone is rolling over in their bed every thirty seconds?!", he added.

Even if you were wide awake now, his obviously rhetorical question didn't earn an answer from you. You just looked at him, dumbfounded.

"Hang on... Are you seriously blaming me for trying to sleep??", you asked him, your tone full of reproach.

"I'm blaming you for making noise and disturbing my slumber!" he retorted.

"Well, Astarion, I'm sorry your ears are so sensitive! As you can see, no one else is awake at this ungodly hour, complaining about how much noise I allegedly make while trying to sleep!!" This time, you were whisper-shouting, eyeing the other companions, who seemed to hear none of what was happening at your bedroll.

Astarion looked around, still brooding. It was true, everyone was sleeping, still. He decided they didn't deserve to be robbed of the rest they so cruelly needed. He sat down next to you.

You sat up, resting on your elbows and looked up to him. He seemed to have regained some composure, he looked... Lost in thoughts, perhaps?

"Look... I'm sorry." You started, once again not knowing what you were apologising for, a recurring theme with him.

A fresh gust of wind made your skin crawl as you tried to cover yourself some more.

"I can't sleep because I'm fucking freezing!"

"Oh, and here I thought you were fighting demons in your head alone again", he answered plainly.

His tone made you feel guilty. You thought that perhaps, he hadn't been able to sleep for other reasons, prior to you waking up.

"Were you?", you asked tentatively.

"No, I wasn't. And if I had been, I wouldn't have talked about it with you! I would've talked with... Uhm... With..." He stopped. Then chuckled to himself.

He was lying again, there was no one. Or so he thought...

"Well, if anything comes up, you can talk to me next time. But maybe not necessarily in the middle of the night. If it can be avoided..." You tried, with a shy smile.

He looked back to you, his eyes less hopeless now, his smile almost earnest.

"So... You're cold right? I know what that's like... Move over, make some space!" He whispered, in a commanding tone.

"What??"

"Well, let me in!" He added, opening the side of your bedroll.

"We won't be suffering from the cold as much if we share our heat", he explained very factually. Gale was starting to rub off on him, you feared.

As you still didn't really react, he added "Don't be coy now, it's not like we haven't been this close before..." The cold from the open blanket, or perhaps his sly grin, made you shiver. And you complied, making space for him under the sheets.

"You'll be able to sleep because you'll be less cold, and I'll finally be able to sleep because your restlessness won't bother me anymore."

"Right. Much better, isn't it?"

He would never have admitted out loud but he was grateful for the warmth. Other than being cold, the nights were lonely and unrelentless lately.

"Good night now, I hope you fall asleep quickly, for both of our sakes!"

You smiled. Astarion was practically insulting you to your face, but you simply smiled. Despite his harsh words, he was still sharing a bedroll with you, after all...

"Good night, Astarion. May some rest help that awful temper of yours", you retorted with a chuckle.

You heard him scoff in the back of your neck but didn't pay it much thought. His body was now sheltering yours and you already felt much more at peace. Perhaps the warmth came from the faint body heat he radiated, perhaps it came from within you: in spite of everything he was and said, you did like having him around...

Quiet as a corpse, Astarion was probably drifting off, or so you hoped. In a last effort to get more comfortable in the tight bedroll, he slinked his arm around you, pulling you slightly closer to him. And so you fell asleep in his arms, rather quickly too.

You woke up as the sun was just starting to rise on the horizon. You opened your eyes and saw that none of your companions had awoken yet.

You looked down towards your hand and saw that Astarion's fingers were laced with yours. You hadn't noticed at all during the night but it instantly made you feel more comfortable. Still, you felt the need to get up.

"Are you awake?" you asked, knowing that he probably was. "I'm going to go eat something now."

"Or you could stay..." He answered in the faintest whisper. He still hadn't let go of your hand. There, as the Morninglord graced the world with his radiance again, you decided that you could, indeed, stay just a little longer, for both of your sakes, and enjoy the comfort of this quiet morning together.

Awesome dividers by @cafekitsune

Eddie request. Sister of Jason really likes Eddie. When she finally has the courage to approach Eddie. He rejects instantly thinking it was a mean joke on Jason's part. But he comes to realize it wasn't a joke.???

AN | Soo, I took some liberties with this, but I hope you enjoy it. I’m going to stand by my best boyfriend Eddie tag. Please heed the warnings before reading!

Warnings | Language, Physical Fighting, Use of derogatory names (not by Eds, of course), and discussion of abuse (physical and verbal)

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3.7k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

Part 2

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Despite your best efforts, you found your eyes drifting to the other side of the cafeteria more often than not. The conversation you found yourself roped into wasn’t particularly riveting which caused your mind to keep drifting away. But then again, he was just so enthralling; everything about him seemed to draw you in. 

“I’m…going to go outside and get some air,” you didn’t even bother to see if anyone had stopped talking and almost jumped out of your spot. The others at the table gave you a few curious looks but more or less ignored you as you headed outside. You swung your backpack over your shoulder and allowed yourself one last glance to the other side of the room. He caught your eye for just a moment but his expression didn’t give anything away. 

You didn’t stop till you were outside and away from any people, before leaning against the wall and letting out a long sigh. Why your parents had made you come back to Hawkins for your last year of high school was beyond you. You would have been content to stay at the boarding school you’d spent so many years at, but the universe had not done you the favor. At least it was only one year; one year of faking your through it all. 

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Cheerleading might have been the most boring thing you’d ever done. It wasn’t that it was terrible, but the whole pom-pom and rah-rah thing wasn’t something you’d ever dreamed about. But somehow you’d been reluctantly talked into it by your parents and brother or you know…basically forced. Image was everything after all. The girls themselves weren’t all…completely terrible. Some of them were tolerable, like Chrissy, but the rest were insufferable with the personalities of tea towels. It was all way too shallow and superficial for your liking; you’d have been much happier tucked away somewhere reading…or doing anything else.

It was a cold fall afternoon and you just couldn’t force yourself to get through another afternoon of suffering. Instead you’d just…skipped going to practice. You slipped out before the last period of the day, grabbing your bag and sneaking away into the wooded area behind the cool when you were sure the coast was clear. 

An audible sigh of relief escaped your lips when you realized you’d made it and no one was coming after you. If you were lucky, they wouldn’t even notice you were gone, but you had a feeling you’d be getting an earful at dinner that night - it was still worth it.

“What are you doing here?” you almost jumped at the sound of the voice, yelping lightly as you clutched at your chest. Your heart felt like it was pounding as you turned around to see it was. Much to your surprise (and secret delight), there stood Eddie Munson in all of his glory. Your mouth ran dry as he looked you up and down, an eyebrow raised, “shouldn’t you be off shaking your little pom-poms somewhere else?”

“I-I-I didn’t go,” you stammered nervously under his intense gaze, “couldn’t force myself to suffer through another afternoon of…that.”

“Hmmm,” he mused as sat atop the old picnic table, his eyes never leaving you, “I didn’t think you were allowed to say stuff like that. You know…isn’t that against your forced conformity?”

“I, ugh…hate everything about it,” you admitted with a small shrug, “it’s so stupid, a waste of time, and I’d honestly rather gouge my eyes out with a rusty spoon than do it ever again.”

His eyes narrowed for a comment before he let out a bark of laughter, “that’s cute. You’re just oh so rebellious aren’t you, princess?”

“I-”

“You’re Carver’s sister, aren’t you?” he asked as you visibly cringed and hung your head, “they kept you hidden for so long and yet you’re just like all the rest of them. A sweet, innocent little sheep.”

“First of all, I’m adopted,” you sighed with a wave of your hand, “second - I hate him more than anything else. Third - I was away at a different school, but our lovely parents decided that I didn’t need to stay in my current school, because why would it benefit me to be at a school that focuses on sciences and would help when it came time for college when I could be here instead?”

“Science?” he held up his hands in mock surprise and you couldn’t help but study the rings on his fingers. He had nice hands…very nice, “does that mean you have half a brain?”

“I’d like to think I have a little more than that, thank you very much,” you glared at him, surprised by his seemingly aggressive and defensive demeanor. You’d never seen him act this way around his friends…but then again you weren’t anything close to a friend, “sorry to have rubbed you the wrong way apparently.”

“No hard feelings, princess,” he rested his elbow in his knee, chin perched in his hand, “it’s just a little hard for me to believe that you’re anything different from all the rest of them. You fit right into their perfect little world.”

“Eddie-”

“Oh,” he cocked his head to the side, “how sweet - you know my name. Don’t think I don’t see you staring at me, sweetheart. You’re anything but subtle. Can’t let anyone else see though…what would they think when they realized you were hot for the town freak? Hmm?”

“Why are you being like this?” the coldness he was exhibiting surprised you. You weren’t exactly expecting an open armed welcome, but this was…different, “I-I haven’t done anything to you. I thought…I…”

“Thought what, princess?” He was leaning forward now, watching you with great interest as you tried to keep it together. All you wanted was someplace where you could find a group of friends that were actually real and not fake. Apparently that was not written in the stars for you, “hmm? Did you think you were going to come over, bat those pretty eyelashes and make me fall in love with you? I see the way you watch me, that look in your eyes. What - were you going to ask me to hang out? To go on a little date?”

Your face fell as you stared at your feet, willing the tears that were pearling up to go away. You bit the inside of your cheek before shaking your head and letting out a shaky breath. You couldn’t even force yourself to look at him, “n-no. I-I-I’m sorry for having bothered you.”

He caught sight of your face as you picked your backpack up and saw that some tears had run down your cheeks. His heart constricted for a moment when he saw what he had done. He hadn’t meant to hurt your feelings that much, probably really shouldn’t have let it go that far. But he had…having been treated so different, so other for so long, there were times when he couldn’t take it. 

“Fuck,” he sighed at himself as he watched your retreating figure run out to the parking lot. He slammed his fist on the table, letting the pain shoot through his arm, “fuck.”

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You spent the next several weeks avoiding everyone you could, especially Eddie Munson. You hadn’t even been able to look in his direction since that afternoon in the woods. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his eyes and see whatever hate he held for you. 

The rest of your so-called friends had noticed something was off and had slowly, but surely, started to push you to the fringes of their group before leaving you behind entirely. You’d even told the coach that you were done with cheerleading, and unsurprisingly no one cared, save for Chrissy who seemed like the only decent person within the popular clique. Your parents had been disappointed and Jason was an ass as ever. Somehow things had gone from bad but tolerable, to completely miserable. 

You didn’t even bother going into the cafeteria most days anymore, and stayed late after school just to avoid heading home. There had been a secluded little spot behind the main building where you liked to sit and read or do your homework. 

“Hey,” you inhaled sharply at the sound of Jason’t annoyed voice. You looked up to find him glaring at you, a deep scowl on his face.

“Hey,” your response was tentative and you were even more surprised when he held out his hand to help you to your feet. You took it, and he quickly yanked you towards him, causing a burning pain in your shoulder, “stop! What are you doing?!”

His jaw was clenched and you could see the anger behind his eyes. Your heart was pitter-pattering nervously as you tried to put out of his grasp, “did you turn down Ritchie when he asked you out?”

“What are you talking about?” you did not like the look behind his eyes, “what does it matter?”

“Answer the question!”

“I-I - yes,” you gave into him and he pulled your arm harder, “why do you care? I don’t like him and he made me feel uncomfortable!”

“You dumb, ugly little whore,” he was twisted your arm, which only made you whimper in pain, “why the fuck did you say no to him?! He’s one of my best friends and I told him you’d say yes. Are you trying to make me look bad? Huh?”

“Jason, let go,” you were crying now, trying desperately to pull away from him, “you’re hurting me!”

“As if I-”

“Get the fuck away from her,” Jason stopped for a moment as you both looked up. To your surprise, you saw the last person you expected to see, hands clenched at his sides and a furious look on his face, “now.”

“Get out of here you fucking freak,” he hissed, “why are you even here? Why do you care?”

“Jason, stop it!”

“Oh,” he let out a sharp, horrible laugh, “she fucking you too? Shouldn’t have expected anything less from such a stupid s-”

Before he could say anything else, Eddie’s fist collided with Jason’s face and you could hear a sickening crunch as he released his hold on you. He staggered backwards, clutching at his face as blood started to gush everywhere.

“You’ve just made a huge mistake!”

“Oh?” Eddie gave him a small smile, “that’s too bad, but I can’t seem to find the will to care.”

“You freak-”

“Maybe so,” he wasn’t giving him any opportunity to do anything else before punching him again, causing Jason to stumble over his feet and fall to the ground. Eddie was on top of him, repeatedly punching him as Jason tried to fight back, “but at least I’m not an asshole.”

“Eddie,” you had panicked in the moment, unsure of what to do as you watched the two of them go at it. As much as you hated Jason, you hated the idea of Eddie getting in trouble over him even more. You reached for his wrist and held his hand back as you shook your head, “it’s not worth it. Please.”

“Yeah freak,” Jason had taken the opportunity and landed a punch on Eddie, ”listen to your whore.”

You felt horrible for being the reason he was punched; you saw his nose start to bleed as you held out your hand to him. Eddie gave Jason one more punch for good measure, which only caused him to groan and lie back. He took your outstretched hand, letting you gently pull him to his feet. 

You held onto his hand and pulled him along with you, all the way back into the school and towards the girls’ bathroom.You locked the door behind you and motioned for him to get on the counter. He did what you asked of him without a word. When you met his eye, he could see that your eyes were glossy with more tears, which caused his heart to plummet into his stomach.

“I am so sorry,” you wiped at your eyes with the sleeve of your sweater before grabbing some paper towels and dampening them in cool water. You turned to him and found that he was watching you intently, “this is all my fault. I’m sorry, Eddie. At least…I’ll try and fix it a little.”

You gently dabbed at his face, careful not to irritate the bruise you already saw forming on his eye and wiped away all blood. At least his nose wasn’t broken, but he’d have a black eye. His fingers closed around your wrist as he gently stopped you, “why are you apologizing?”

“Because Jason…he was being an ass to you and then I distracted you and he landed a punch,” you shrugged, “and now you’re you’re going to have a black eye and sprained hand because of me. Guess you were right after all, huh? I’m just like the rest of them.”

“This isn’t your fault,” he insisted as you just shook your head and played him off. You took his bloodied hand, gently taking off his rings before doing your best to clean off the blood and grime. He watched you work and if you hurt him more, he didn’t show it. The way you helped him, the way you touched him was soft…reverent almost, “hey.”

Ignoring his request for your attention, you wrapped some clean paper towel around his hand to help stop the clean and the cuts from getting dirty. Before you were done you turned on the tap and rinsed his rings in cool water, getting them as clean as you could. 

“There,” you whispered as you finished drying them and put them next to him, “that should be a little better. You should get some ice on your face and hand to keep the swelling down.”

You still couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, but he put his good hand under your chin and turned your face to his, “thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you shrugged him off and pulled out of his touch before taking a step back, “just…take care of yourself. I’ll make sure Jason stays away.”

“He hurt you,” it wasn’t a question but a statement. You shrugged and waved your hand dismissively, “is he…does he always treat you like that?”

You licked your lips and inhaled deeply before meeting his soft brown eyes, “not always. I guess it’s obvious why I wanted to be away for school, huh?”

“Hey-”

“Don’t,” you shook your head, “it’s okay. I’ll deal with it. It doesn't matter anyway, those are the people I’ve associated myself with. Just like you said.”

“No - that’s not,” he groaned as he slid off the counter and tried to make his way close to you, “I shouldn’t have said that shit. I didn’t - I’m sorry, but this -”

“Please,” you swallowed thickly, “just drop it, okay? I’ll…figure it out.”

Before he could say anything else, you unlocked the door and slipped out, quickly walking away before he could stop you. Eddie popped out and watched you go, rubbing a hand over his tired, sore face. None of this could have gone worse. 

“Fuck,” he sighed as kicked the door. 

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For whatever reason, and to be honest, you didn’t exactly care why, Jason left you alone. He didn’t say anything to your parents, or anyone at the school, and if he happened to see you, he acted as if you were invisible. It was the best possible thing that could have happened; you were happy for yourself and happy that nothing happened to Eddie. 

He’d come to school the following day with his hand wrapped up and a big black eye, only providing dismissive answers when someone asked what happened. Jason said nothing either and just snapped at everyone and told them to find their business.

Meanwhile, you were able to slip further and further into the shadows and quietness. It seemed like no one paid you any attention anymore. Which, after everything that had happened, you were totally okay with; you could live with that.

But you didn’t go unnoticed by everyone. No, you’d never been invisible to him, despite how he made it seem upon your first encounter. He felt like the biggest jerk on the planet when he’d seen how his words made you cry. Instead of protecting himself and his own feelings, he’d only hurt you. 

Eddie had contemplated how to approach you every day after that encounter. But you didn’t even look in his direction anymore. He hadn’t caught you looking or stealing glances at all. It was going to drive him crazy if something didn’t happen. He felt this…overwhelming need to protect you, to make you feel better and safe and…everything. The little crush that he had harboring, played off in order to keep himself from getting hurt, only seemed to grow. But now you wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

He saw his opportunity a few weeks after the incident. It was the weekend and he’d gone to the movies with a few of his friends, but as they were leaving the theater, he’d looked through the big window at the diner across the street and found you sitting there by yourself, nose tucked into a book as you picked away at a plate of fries. He quickly bid friends goodbye before running across the street and into the small hole-in-the-wall, sitting across from you before you even realized something had come in. 

When you looked up, your eyes widened when you saw that it was him. You opened and closed your mouth a few times, as you tried to figure out what to say. This was the first time you’d actually looked at him; his black eye was almost completely gone and hand looked much better. 

“Hi,” he said softly as you dog-eared your page and closed your book. He looked down and saw that it was the Silmarillion, which only caused him to smile wider. 

“Hi,” you replied quickly as you tried to sink into the booth as much as you could, “I…what are you doing here?”

“Listen…” he contemplated his words for a moment, drumming his fingers against the sticky tabletop before turning his attention back to you, “I wanted to say I’m sorry. For how I acted when we…met. I shouldn’t have said any of that to you.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” you shrugged him off and picked a cold fry off the plate, playing around with it for a moment tossing it back into the pile, “you don’t have to say you’re sorry for what you said or how you acted just because you feel sorry for me now. I’ve dealt with this…for a long time and it is what it is. And you are right - I did just associate myself with those people because I felt like I had to…forced conformity or whatever. But I…I’m fine. I’m…fine.”

Your voice cracked and you felt tears welling up against. You looked up at the agining fluorescent lighting and blinked rapidly to compose yourself. Eddie was still watching you closely, his heart feeling even more broken than it had been.

“But I do,” he tentatively reached across the table, his hand looking for yours and to his surprise, you slid your hand towards him. He set his hand on top of yours and gave it a gentle squeeze, “I…I acted the way I did because I…well, to be fully honest, I expected you to be some prissy little stuck up bitch. Thought you might have been having a rebellious moment and wanting to upset mom and dad by being seen with me.”

“No,” you huffed out a small laugh, which only caused him to smile lightly, “no. It wasn’t anything like that. I…you seemed nice, funny, cute, and I dunno. I guess I thought you could be a friend. You and your friends are much more the type of people I used to be friends with at school before I got dragged back here. Shocking, I know.”

He shook his head, which caused his mess of curls and waves to bob around, which brought a smile to your face, despite your best efforts, “I don’t think that’s shocking at all. I shouldn’t just...jump to conclusions.”

“To be fair,” you said softly, “I understand why. But, it’s in the past, and there’s no need to dwell on it. And you…you protected me, which you didn’t have to do at all-”

“Yes,” he promised gently, “I did. You should have never had to deal with that. To deal with him - anyone - hurting you physically or verbally. If he ever does or says anything like that to you ever, you will tell me and I will make sure he understands his mistake.”

“Eddie,” you had a few tears well up and roll down your cheeks as you simply nodded at him. He reached up and tenderly wiped them away with his thumb, “thank you. For being here…being a friend.”

“Yeah,” he promised, “I, ugh…I was kind of planning on sticking around…if you want me to.”

“Yes,” you turned your hand over so he could properly hold it and give it a tight squeeze, “I’d like that. A lot.”

“Good,” his smile was beautiful, you decided, all of him was. There was something about him that made you feel so calm and at ease. You hoped that feeling would never fade, “what are you doing tonight - right now?”

“This,” you pointed at your book and cold fries before giggling at the little shake of his head, “what? Cold fries and an old book don’t sound fun?”

“At the right times they do,” he teased lightly, “wanna go for a drive?”

“Yeah,” you agreed without a moment of hesitation, “yeah.”

“Good,” he stood up and motioned for you to follow, “I’ve got you, princess. You don’t have to worry about anything anymore.”

Hello there, hope you're having a good day!

Can I please get an Astarion x fem reader story where the reader gets injured when out of camp. Astarion finds them, and brings them back to camp to treat their wounds. Thank you in advance!

Something about writing an injured Tav just 😙👌

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Astarion x f!reader | Injured

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The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the forest floor as you stumbled through the underbrush. Your side throbbed where the bandit's blade had caught you, the wound deeper than you initially realized. You cursed under your breath, clutching the makeshift bandage you had wrapped around yourself. Each step sent a jolt of pain through your body, and you knew you needed help soon.

You had strayed too far from camp, chasing after a lead on some supplies the group desperately needed. Now, you regretted your decision as you struggled to make your way back, your vision blurring with every passing moment.

As you broke through the last of the trees, the sight of the campfire flickering in the distance was a welcome relief. You could see Astarion standing near the edge of the camp, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon. The moment he spotted you, his expression shifted from casual boredom to intense worry.

"Where in the Nine Hells have you been?" Astarion exclaimed, rushing to your side as you collapsed onto your knees. His eyes widened as he saw the blood soaking through your bandage. "What happened?"

"Good evening to you too, my darling" You tried to muster a reassuring smile but winced instead. "Got into a bit of trouble… nothing I couldn't handle."

"Nothing you couldn't handle? You look like you've been through a meat grinder!" he snapped, his hands already working to support you as he guided you back to the campfire. "Honestly, do you have any sense of self-preservation?"

You groaned as he helped you to a bedroll, the pain intensifying with each movement. "I didn't expect to run into bandits," you muttered, feeling a bit defensive.

Astarion knelt beside you, his movements surprisingly gentle as he inspected your wound. "Of course not, because that would involve some forethought and caution," he retorted, his voice laced with frustration. "You could have been killed!"

You couldn't help but smile at his concern, despite the pain. "Astarion, your softer side is showing, people might start believing you love me more than yourself"

He shot you a withering look, not in the mood for your teasing. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm merely annoyed that you seem determined to get yourself killed before I can even enjoy a proper meal tonight. I mean look at all this blood- wasted!"

You chuckled, then winced as the movement jostled your wound. Astarion scowled, but you could see the worry etched in his features. "Hold still," he ordered, carefully unwrapping your makeshift bandage. "I need to clean this properly."

You hissed as the cool night air hit your exposed wound, but you forced yourself to remain still. Astarion's hands were surprisingly steady as he cleaned the cut, his touch gentle despite his earlier harsh words. Astarion was absolutely the last person you expected to be such a good healer, you had literally seen him step over a speared Gale, with a pathetic excuse of not knowing how to open the healing potion bottle.

"You know," you said, trying to distract yourself from the pain, "for someone who claims not to care about the process of mortal healing, you're awfully good at this."

He paused, his eyes meeting yours with a mixture of exasperation and something softer. "It's a skill born out of necessity," he replied quietly. "When you've lived as long as I have, you learn a few things about tending to wounds."

You watched him work, noting the way his brow furrowed in concentration. "Thank you, Astarion," you said sincerely. "I appreciate it."

He huffed, but you could see the faint hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Just try not to make a habit of this, will you my love?"

As he finished bandaging your wound, you couldn't hide your smile, you had earned back your endearment privileges again. You reached out to touch his hand. "I'll try to be more careful next time."

He squeezed your hand gently, his expression softening. "I'll hold you to that," he said, his tone begrudgingly affectionate. "But for now, just let me take care of you without any fuss and no more wasting blood, understood?"

You nodded, smiling up at him. "Understood."

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I realised writing this Sasstarion came out more than lover Astarion - whoops, but I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it :))) - Seluney x

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warnings: fem!reader x costar!joe, reader has insomnia, a little bit of angst but a lot of fluff to make up for it

silly little note: i started writing this fic last summer but then writer's block hit me like a brick and i never finished it til now. pls give me ur feedback! hope you like it <3

𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞?

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you can’t exactly remember how you ended up here, sleeping on your coworker’s chest while he has his arm wrapped around you.

you remember coming into his room at four in the morning because you couldn’t sleep, you remember him inviting you in, you remember crawling on his bed to ‘talk’, you remember getting so close that you were able to feel his breath on your face but you don’t remember closing your eyes let alone falling asleep.

the rays of the sun beaming through the curtains are soft, coral red and vivid orange. the colors of the sunrise. it’s probably nearing 6am. i can’t believe i slept for almost two hours, you thought.

opening your eyelids a little more, you catch a glipmse of his hand, holding his phone on his exposed tummy and aggresively moving his thumb left and right on the bright screen. you squint your eyes at the brightness and lift your head away from it, looking up at him. his brows are frowned in concentration and his lips are pouted, giving his undivided attention to whatever it is he’s doing on his phone. he looks adorable, like a cat focused on catching the laser.

you spend a few seconds watching him before he catches you staring and breaks into a smile, immediately putting his phone down so he can focus on you. “you’re awake.. hi” he says softly, keeping his voice low and gentle. “did you sleep well darling?”

you mumble a ‘hi’ before nodding at him. despite that it was such a short sleep, it doesn’t feel like that. it feels like you’ve been asleep for eternity, a celestial eternity.

“what time is it?”

“seven thirty four..”

oh so you’ve slept for longer than you thought, that explains it.

“at night.”

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joseph moved in with you two months ago. you were casted together for a movie, a psychological thriller of a normal, happy married couple living in the subrubs. the husband’s a murder detective investigating the brutal deaths of young women and the wife’s a surgeon who’s too skilled for her own good. the husband notices a pattern of the killings, all the women had the same hair color, the same eye color and the same body type as you. none of them had any restraint marks on their bodies meaning they didn’t try to resist by fighting or that they were forcibly held down. they were sedated and cut up by a professional, someone who knew their way around the human body and their hands were used to holding a fine knife. they were killed by a surgeon.

joseph was the husband and you the wife. he was filming away from his home so he needed somewhere not too expensive to stay and just as conviently, you broke up with your boyfriend six weeks before you got the role and being a struggling actress, you needed a roommate.

he moved in a week after you met. he suggeted it in a drunken moment but it stayed with you so the next day when you both sobered up, you asked him to move in and he happily obliged. one day later, he was settled in.

joseph was undeniably the best roommate you’ve ever had and yes, that includes your boyfriend, shit, your ex boyfriend. he paid his part of the rent on time, you never had to remind him to do it. he insisted to buy all the groceries since “you’ve already bought everything else for the apartment” and when you said no, he negotiated for do a 70/30 on the pills and turned out, he’s a master negotiator.

when he cooked, he always cooked for two, even during the days when you weren’t home. he’d leave your food in the microwave or saran wrap it and put it in the fridge with a little note that says “for you, i promise it’s not poisoned. joe :)” and cleaned up after himself which was nice and new to you. your ex never did. he made messes and left them for you to deal with. physically and mentally.

joe was everything you’d want in a roommate. but him being both your roomate and costar meant that you spent a hundred precent of your time with him. there was no escaping him. not that you wanted to, he was a great guy, smart, funny, the type of guy you feel safe enough to get drunk in an isolated space with, to not hide your overnight breakout acne or dark side from, to tell secrets to. joe was everything you’d want in a friend.

but joe was also observant. it was a trait you of his that you loved just as much as you hated it.

you loved that he learned your coffee order after hearing you say it one time because from that day forward, he saved you a run to the cafe. you hated that he knew why you needed that much caffeine without you ever having to tell him. he just pieced the pieces together when he saw heard you refer to yesterday as ‘today’, when he heard you ask the makeup artist to apply more concelear under your eyes, when everyday he woke up, no matter how early, you were always wake before him.

you’re not sure why you tried to hide it like a dirty secret. you knew there was nothing wrong with it, it wasn’t affecting anybody except you yet for some reason you felt guilty for it. maybe it was because your mother constantly made you feel like it was some sort of shame you should hide, like something was wrong with you. “all the kids are sleeping, everyone is. everyone except for you. you’re awake like an owl. do you know who stays up this late? only ghouls do. i’m going to bed and you missy, you can stay up with the monsters all by yourself.” she’d say and lock your door, leave little you to cry with her eyes squeezed shut and her head under the pillow.

you were old enough now to know that monsters aren’t real now but the feeling of fear still lingeried, so did the sound of disappointment in your mother’s voice.

you didn’t want to disappoint anyone else so you just hid it from everyone.

but joe was good at finding things.

he never brought it up though, not directly but he did let you know that he knew and that he understood.

one night he suggested that you two should stay up together, ‘have a sleepover’ he said. you asked him isn’t that what you do everyday? since you’re roommates and all? and he said that isn’t the point of a sleepover because according to him, a sleepover is sleeping on the floor, watching comfort movies and eating junk food until you’re feeling sick. you couldn’t aruge with that.

you tried everything. mediation, melatonin, masterbation, exhausting yourself to the point of passing out but nothing worked so a sleepover with your friend didn’t sound like the worst thing. in fact, it didn’t sound bad at all.

he set up ‘the sleepover zone’ as he called it in the living room by laying make-shift mattresses on the floor with weighted blankets, tossing pillows on top with them then throwing the couch cushions on the sides, making it look like a fortress. he had bowls filled with all sorts of junk foods your trainer would have a stroke over and where you expected to see liquor, instead there was fuzzy drinks. just sodas. the set up was ridiculous, if you didn’t know your thirty year old roommate made it, you would’ve assumed it was the work of a child eager to have their first sleepover.

“i promise i’ll tidy it up tomorrow.” was the first thing he said when he saw you standing and staring at his work. little did he know that you couldn’t care less about tidying right now, let alone about tomorrow.

you were just happy to be there. with him.

“and you better expect no help from me.” you tease him as you jump into the pillow town he’s made, pulling the blanket all the way up to your chin, immediately getting comfortable.

“absolutely none.” he smiled and turned off the lights, leaving the living room to be lit by only the movie on the television. the aristocats.

how did he even know that was your comfort movie?

joe laid down beside you with his own blanket, nothing separating you except the bowls of junk food he’d put in the middle where your fingers occasionally and accidentally touched, multiple times. each time you felt a miniature flame and you wondered if he could feel it too.

forty five minutes into the movie, your head begun to feel drowsy and your eyelids seem to have a mind of their own, slowly heaving and closing.

you tried to keep your focus on the illuminated screen but sounds started to crisp in the distance. you felt emptiness where the bowls took place but you were too dozy to question it. your relaxed muscles curling into themselves as you allow your eyes some rest, just for five minutes.

“goodnight baby.” you hazily imagined joe said then you imagined him kissing your head.

it felt so real. it felt like it truly happened.

but it must’ve been just a dream.

joe laid on his side after his lips touched your skin, staring at you, wishing he could keep you sound, safe and serene like this.

he’s seen how you struggle to sleep, knew how you pace behind your closed door late at night and heard all of the various methods you’ve tried to put yourself to rest and witnessed how they’ve all failed in the early morning when he saw you in the standing in the kitchen, your hands shaking as you hold your spoon.

this was his attempt of offering a helping hand. he didn’t expect it to work but he hoped it would at best put you to rest and at worst keep you company.

little did he know he did both.

you arose with the sunrise. it was still dark inside your shared apartment but sun rays were coming in through the cracks of your blinds.

five more minutes, you thought sleepily, burying your head into your pillow but it wasn’t your pillow, was it?

startled that your silk pillowcase has suddenly started to feel more like human flesh, your eyes shot open. you tried to pull away from the spot in his neck where you’ve been hiding but something heavy was draped over you, annihilating your attempts at moving.

his arm.

he’s holding you.

he’s holding you and you yawn, somnolence crawling back into your body.

he’s warm and he’s here but he’s your flatmate and your coworker but god it feels so good to sleep and he’s so warm.

just five more minutes. five more minutes can’t hurt, right?

it the history of him living with you, he’s never woken up before you so it’s not like he’s going to now, right?

right.

you allow yourself to nuzzle into his neck once more for just five minutes, feeling his scruff on your cheek. you breathe him in. fuck he smells nice and fuck that was such an intimate thing to do but how can you speak of odd intimacy when you’re sleeping in his arms like he’s your lover?

no no. you can’t be having thoughts like that.

you can’t jeopardize your job but more so, can’t jeopardize your friendship.

it’s only fine as long as he doesn’t know and it’s only fine as long as it never happens again.

clock’s ticking, your time is running out. each second is another breath you’ll never take while basking in his warmth again.

waiting on time was torturous so you cut it short, gently grabbing his draped arm and wiggling yourself out of his hold.

your arms instantly found your body, wrapped around your figure to hold onto the remaining heat you’ve borrowed from his endless blaze.

and he dares to look that good when he’s asleep, you thought as you stared down at him before padding your way towards your room. falling head first into your abandoned sheets, the chill of it sends shivers down your spine.. or maybe it’s just the thought of him.

no no. it’s the cold. has to be. it’s just the cold. definitely not the feelings for your coworker that you’ve been smothering. it’s just the cold.

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memories of that night have crept into your mind ever so often. how easily sleep came to you, how good it felt to close your eyes and not have them protest the rest you’re desperately needing. how nice it was to wake up in joseph’s arms with your head hidden underneath his, tucked away safely, soundly.

weeks passed and he never spoke of the sleepover again. he probably doesn’t even know what he did for you that night. he’s just your friend again, he doesn’t even know that for one blissful night, he was your only relief.

and now it’s been three days and four nights since your mind last let you rest and you’re aching for that relief again.

you’ve been pacing in your room. this time with a new thought in the forefront of your mind. a thought of the bed in the room that lays down the corridor and the man laying in it behind the door.

you shouldn’t be entertaining let alone contemplating that thought yet here you are, grabbing your door’s knob and twisting it.

you shouldn’t be taking the steps to your coworker’s room yet here you are, standing at his door.

you shouldn’t disturb him at the early hours of the day, he could be sleeping, he could be well.. busy yet here you are, walking into his space after you’ve heard his soft “come in”

you shouldn’t stare at him like that and you shouldn’t give in when he offers you his hand, beaconing you into the way you’ve daydreamed of taking yet here you are, hand in his as you wordlessly climb into his bed, under his covers, letting your body melt into the oddly familiar heat of his sheets, of him.

you shouldn’t let your brain get all distorted when he’s talking, shouldn’t let your heavy eyes blink for more than three seconds, should’ve paid him more attention yet here you are, willingly surrendering.

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“what time is it?”

“seven thirty four at night.”

you pull away from him and he lets you, sitting up in bed jarred, holding your head in your hands and rubbing at your eyes so hard you’re worried they’d fall too deep into their sockets.

“what do you mean?”

“i mean you slept for fifteen hours baby.” you can hear the smile in his voice and see it radiating on his face once you look at him.

fifteen hours..

you can’t recall the last time you slept for that long, not even sure if you ever have.

“i’ve been thinking i should change my name to melatonin, what do you think?” he jokes and you slap a pillow against his face leaving him chuckling.

“i don’t know how it happened.” you begin to say and remember something he’d told you the previous night, “oh my god joe you had the thing with your friends today! the aquarium.” he’s been talking about it for the past two weeks. his friends are coming from london and they’ve planned to visit the aquarium. he’s been beside himself with excitement. he bought tickets online and everything. yesterday he told you he’s going at three in the afternoon before offering you a spare ticket which you politely turned down.

and now he didn’t get to go either.

“it’s okay.” his scrunches his face, “told them something important came up and i couldn’t make it. they understand.” he smiles at you, him and his stupid smile that makes your stupid heart beat all quick and stupid. why does he have to be so understanding and so sweet?

“i’m sorr..”

“don’t.” he cuts you off before you could finish that word. “come here.” your body obeys before your mind could second guess it, crawling back into his open arm and letting your head rest on his chest. “i’m glad i didn’t go.” he utters out then kisses your head, it feels exactly the way you imagined that night on the floor in the livingroom.

did you really imagine it?

“so am i.” you whisper.

fuck the job and fuck the friendship.

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eddie would be the one to hold you down to cuddle. like full on press you into the couch with the full weight of his body.

“eddie-“ you’d groan, barely able to breathe with the way his chest was pinning you to the couch cushions. he hadn’t even bothered to take off his belt chain, just the clunky jacket/vest combo that he’d dropped on the hook beside the door on his way inside.

“shut up. we’re. cuddling,” he’d say into the skin of your shoulder. it’d be the hottest day of the summer, too. a day where you’re already struggling to fight the heat seeping into the trailer.

“it’s hot,” you’d whine. he wouldn’t care, clamping his arms against your sides even tighter like that was the defining factor in your getting up.

“shh, let it happen,” he’d say.

“jesus christ, you’re annoying.”

“says you. won’t even let me snuggle in peace.”