send me a prompt I'm in the mood to write some Eddie fics
Fluff #9: “You took all my pillows so I’m using you as one.”
Warnings: References to drug use (marijuana)
You’re not sure how long you’ve been staring at the water stain on Eddie’s ceiling. Minutes, hours maybe. It’s not your fault you lost track of the time, you just… Eddie’s bed is comfortable, okay? And when you’re stoned, you become a comfort hoarder. Steal every single comfortable thing that Eddie lets you. Blankets? Yours. Eddie’s most comfortable shirt? Yours. The only things Eddie holds onto with his iron grip are 3 out of the 6 pillows he keeps on his bed.
Speaking of Eddie, he’d gone silent. Usually pretty chatty when he’s stoned, he’d been talking about his plans for next week’s Hellfire club session when you’d zoned out. You slowly turned your head expecting to find him asleep. Instead, your eyes meet brown. He’s staring at you, eyes roving around as if he’s searching for something.
“Something on my face, Munson?”
He smiles, the tip of his tongue poking out between his teeth. It looks almost bashful.
“Yeah, let me just…”
His hand comes up to your face and gently brushes his fingers against your cheek.
“Eyelash,” he says. “Make a wish?”
You look at his finger to find the pesky stray eyelash, close your eyes and blow the lash away, wishing he’d just make a move already. When you open your eyes, you find him staring at your lips. He looks back up into your eyes, then back at your lips. He leans forward slowly, hesitant.
BEEP BEEP BEEP
Whoever in the universe is listening right now, your timing is horrific and I hate you.
“Shit, is it really 12:30?”
He squints at his wristwatch, pressing two buttons to shut off the noise. The moment’s gone. He sits up, messy hair pressed flat on one side after laying on his side for so long. The dim yellow glow from the lamp on his nightstand washing his hair in gold.
“I’m going to go grab us some water and, uh, brush my teeth real quick then we can figure out how we’re getting you home. Cool? Cool.” You nod your head, realizing just how dry your mouth has gotten. He gets up and speed walks out of the room, rubbing the back of his neck as he goes.
You don’t want to move but you sit up anyways. You look at his side of the bed and realize this could be your moment. You grab his 3 sacred pillows and tuck them around you before laying back down and burying yourself in Eddie’s blanket while you wait for him to come back with the water. You can hear him shuffling around the trailer quietly, but the warmth from the blanket and pillows quickly drag you to sleep.
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Slowly, you become aware of a warm weight on you. You open your eyes to find Eddie asleep on top of you, head resting on your chest. You look down at his face, a small smile on his lips. You realize you’ve never seen him look this content before. You bring your hand up and gently brush his hair away from his face. He stirs, muttering before burrowing his face deeper into your chest.
“Eds?”
From under his mess of curls, you hear a slurred, “You took all my pillows so I’m using you as one.”
You card through his hair with your fingers, gently scratching his scalp. “Sorry, Eddie.”
“‘S fine. You’re a pretty comfy pillow anyways, now go back to sleep and I’ll drive us to yours in the morning.”
With a quiet "g'night sweetheart", he nuzzles into the crook of your neck and his breathing evens out again, slipping back into dreamland. You quickly follow, your last thought wishing this moment would never end.
omg hiiiii dune!! sorry for the “ill get to that ask later” disease.
13-one of your favorite 80’s songs.
now comes the part where i gotta look stuff up. bc i never know when songs came out. (brief google intermission) ok. id say boys of summer by don henley.
17- a song to duet at karaoke
oof. ok. ive actually done what you own from rent with @itss-the-stars for karaoke. but id really love to do mr. jones by counting crows. it’d be fun
27-a song that breaks your heart
there are a lot. there really are. im gonna go with how to save a life by the fray and flying by living color
