eddie with clingy!reader who likes to poke and prod at him, basically just touch him everywhere, cup his cheeks, and be all over him like a koala, even when hes smelly, sad, or upset, she sticks to him like glue
Not just physically clingy, but also wanting to do everything with him🙂↕️
And he loves it. Always makes room for you.
You're not used to being met with total acceptance.
That's a new experience only Eddie has managed to bring you. And anytime you mention that, he's baffled that someone could possibly say no to you.
He genuinely can't imagine it.
You even had him try one time.
"You do know, you don't have to say yes to me every time. It's okay if you're not up to do something with me or—"
"Sweetheart, I say yes because I want to," he shrugs easily.
You raise a brow at how quickly he dismissed the idea. "Okay, but you are capable of saying no, right?"
Leisurely sinking lower in his seat, he snorts. "Of course."
The word drags out and the longer each letter sounds, the more suspicious you get.
"Alright, let's see it, then."
His eyes widen, head cocking to the side. "Hm?"
"Say no to me."
"No."
Your glare has him straightening up. "I didn't ask the question yet."
He motions for you to continue. You think for a moment, then, "Eddie, can we get ice cream—"
"Sure."
"No!" He jumps at your outburst. "That was the question; practice saying no!"
“Right, right, okay, hit me again.” He steels himself, looking entirely motivated to reject you.
You pause, making sure he’s ready, then, “Can we go to the movies later?”
His lips curl like he’s trying his best to hold the word in, but it looks like he’s two seconds from bursting when—
“Si!”
“What? What the hell was that?”
He lets out a breath of relief as if he completed the impossible. “I didn’t say yes. Phew, that was hard. Good game, everyone, good game," he calls, waving around the empty room.
“That doesn’t count,” you laugh.
He shifts in his seat. “What do you mean it ‘doesn’t count’? I didn’t say yes!”
“Yes, you did. Just because it was in Spanish doesn’t mean it doesn’t count. Again!”
He groans. “Ugh, God, you’re probably the first girlfriend in existence to want to be told no. You’re sick. Sick, sick, sick. Just an ill-minded individual,” he mutters, turning his nose up at your incredulous look.
You cross your arms. “It’s one syllable! Two letters! Come on, man! Get yourself together!”
“Alright, alright, go.”
“Here I’ll give you an easy one: Can I rip a page from your monster manual, I need some scrap paper.”
Surprisingly, it’s actually a struggle, but he manages a small, “Nnn—“
You perk up, leaning in. “What was that?”
“N-No,” he chokes out.
You erupt in thunderous applause, watching his face light up. “Yes! Yeah, there you go!”
“Okay, this is pretty fun, gimme another,” he grins, eagerly waiting.
“Can I borrow the van?”
The question seems to have thrown him off, but then he squares his shoulders. “No.”
“Nice! Okay, um,” you think of another, this time harder. “Can I braid your hair—“
“Yes. Fuck!”
The agreement came out like it cost nothing, and you throw your hands up.
“What the hell, Eddie? You were doing so good!”
His shoulders are up to his ears as he hurries, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! But also you can’t possibly expect me to say no to that! A hot chick running her fingers through my hair? Sign me the fuck up!”
You shake your head, muttering a defeated, “You’re impossible.”
“Oh my God, sorry I love my girlfriend so much,” he grumbles, catching your eye roll. “No, you’re right— I should be put to death. Hell is not hot enough.”
1) Ilya free balling with nothing protecting his hair or anything, having some bullshit excuse of
"No no Shane, I am Russian, we do not need clothes for sleep. We must be free, like grizzly bear. My curls will survive, I am natural beauty."
Or
2) He is the most high mantinence motherfucker there is
He has a full on, silk, fancy ass sleep set that he wears along with a dramatic as fuck fur or feather robe, a bonnet and an eye mask
"Shane, I must wear it all. I have beautiful curls, beautiful body, I cannot risk not having good sleep. I need beauty sleep or I will grow old and wrinkled like Scott Hunter, I will not be Scott Hunter"
