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[sstje3z]

"Caught Red-Handed (And Red-Faced)" (1/2)

| fem!reader × best-friend!efsgaming (Eddie)

in which:

— The gang + Reader, Whitt and DizzyJah planned a hangout at Eddie's house and kater having a sleepover at his place. You, deciding to grab some snacks in the middle of the night, is met with Eddie. The consequences must be taken.

| tags/TWs : wlm, slow burn, best friends to lovers (?), manhandling (sorta?), loyalty, reader included in friend group, self insert, minor swearing, minimal y/n usage, sleepover, midnight snacks, fastfood, getting payed for, flickering between main and reader, adulthood, friend!PlentyXD, close-friend!3FS, friend!CloakMePls, friend!Whitt, friend!DizzyJah

≡ ! | a/n : «— Hi! Second part is in process by the time i posted this one. Im just writing shi in the second part, cus nothing makes sense, so please don't be dissapointed and don't diss my ass.. Anyways, Enjoy! 😭»

Days before...

Your friends called in shared chat to film a video. Mostly for Eddie's channel, because he wanted to (Unc is falling off). Whitt , DizzyJah, Max, Jacob, Plenty, You and Eddie – all played Gartic Phone first, for around 30 minutes, getting good laughs from ‘artworks’ everyone created. Then, break after the video, Mario Kart for another 30 minutes.

While later, topic shifted from chatters to the past, time around high school. When everyone could do whatever and meet up whatever. Well.. why couldn't they now? Everyone is grown up enough to do the same thing like then, right?

“We haven't met up in –like— forever. Should we.. meet up at someone's place?” Whitt said, his voice carrying through the call.

“'Should'? We must!” Jacob said, hyped up. He probably was so excited to meet up after several months. “Who's place tho?”

“Not mine this time.” Max answered. Probably got tired from putting stuff back on their places from the last time they had a hangover. It wasn't even that bad to be honest. “Eddie haven't invited in a long time.. He probably got something to hide there, huh?”

“Aye! That's not true!” Eddie barked, sighing into his microphone. “Fine, my place then.” Most of the details and plans for the planned date — two days after the call – were discussed before finishing the call. Get to Eddie's place, chill there and then improvising. Now that was left is to wait.

> Present

Morning bird chimed like little bells, signaling that sun has risen. You woke up, reaching for your phone on the carger first — ofcourse. Check messages, emails, channels, socials.. the usuals. Detangling your feet from the sheets, you walked to your bathroom, cleaning your face, brushing your teeth and all, mentaly preparing for a light day. It was a hangout day planed after all.

Breakfast now. You got out the ingredients for a simple meal to-go every day. Nothing fancy, good enough to keep fulfiled in the stomach for atleast half a day. Meal eaten, dishes clean. Now, just waiting for lunchtime and head out. While spending free time, you decided to scroll social media, even posting some new short videos on your TikTok channel! How productive of you.

Not noticing it but now it's time to get ready and head out as it will be a pretty long road. Lunch time is close.

Returning back to your room, You picked out comfortable clothes. Gladly it was not cold or hot outside, just normal. Clothed up, you walked to the front door, picking some stuff with you on the way – basic essentials like wallet, phone, hearphones, ect.

Walking to your car, you felt absolute relaxation at the though of abandonment of adulthoodnes for just several hours and bloom alive again. It didn't feel real, but it was.

The car engine started with a rumble, shifting its gears beneath your sitted form inside. You started driving, turning music up on car's speakers.

Hours of driving for now for you to stand outside Eddie's house. Your best friend's. You felt tiredness and numb from everyday routine slought off like second skin, invisible to anyone. Could feel somewhat tighting in your heart at the thought of spending time with everyone, especially your best friend.

Hesitating for just a moment, your fingertips reached the buzzer near the front door, signaling your arrival. Not even minutes later, one of familiar figures appeared at the doorway before opening the door fully for you to enter.

‘Dizzy’, as you called him, greeted you with a smile, putting his hands back in the pockets and stepping back, smiling at you greetingly. “4 out of 6, Greeting bro.” He said, looking at you. “Got here safely?”

“Yeah, traffic was ass tho.. But yeah, I did." You said, kicking off your sneakers near the entrance. ‘4 out of 6’. Well, If thinking correctly, Eddie, DizzyJah and You were here, so who got there too already?

The house was close to unfamiliar as you got to visit this place rarely. It felt like you've been here a lot of times, comforting and inviting, and it was better than anything. Walking into the living room, you saw Eddie and Jacob, chatting between each other. Ah, now you understood whose other car was outside.

“Oh hey! Look who got here!” Jacob said, poiting at you with his thumb, cathing Eddie's attention. As a firework lightened up, he smiled so hard you thought his face would rip. He marched to you, wrapping his hands around you in a tight hug.

As from an impact, you felt an unfamiliar sensation up your spine, making your hands freeze at your sides just for a moment. It was such an unexpected gesture he never did – what was your reaction even?

“Bestie! Bro I missed you so much.” He boomed, murmuring the last words in happiness. You returned the embrace with a smile, him starting to cock you both from side to side before letting go.

“Eddie.." You choked out in the hug. "We met like.. several months ago.” You said while lowering your hands, happy but in awe of how this man missed your presence. “Long enough to miss I'd say.” Cloak chuckled to himself at the occurrence but didn't interfer the banter before finding a space to return the dialouge in.

Soon enough, Plenty and Whitt came, Max later. The gang was assembled. It was alive in the house, now filled with laughter, chats, squeeling and life.

The dread of boredom after several hours got to the point where everyone sat in the living room, silently, playing ‘try not to laugh'. Silence stretched like thick honey across the carpet. Nothing.. yet.

Plenty, standing up on all fours, pretended to bark like a dog, partialy saying the most unfunny jokes. Dizzy chocked mid sip, coughing up and laughing, walking out of the game ‘circle’. Jacob, in a failed attempt to ccompose himself from not laughing out loud, walked off without another word.

5 remaining. You, Whitt, Max, Eddie and Plenty.

Max’s turn. Letting a father joke sink in, you walked off, embarrassed about laughing from an unfunny joke. Atleast not only you went out, Plenty did too. You couldn't belive that you cackled from a father joke, but Max made everything 10 times funnier somehow.

3 remaining. The losers started betting on who will win.

Eddie lost.Whitt and Max were left now. And moment of truth and 20 betted cash..

Max won! (who could've guessed)

As a payout for the lost game, losers —and Whitt— are paying for meals at the nearest McDonald's. Hyped up by that promise, everyone left the house, now talking about on whose car they will drive in.

As a host of this whole menacing fun, Eddie and Max volunteered to drive in their cars, making everyone split into two groups. 4 grown adult hoarded Max’s car – Plenty, Jacob, Whitt and Max —ofcourse. You, Eddie and Dizzy — Eddie’s car.

The two cars drove off. The sun was starting to set already, street lights shining brightly on the streets while Eddie’s car drove down the streets. You, having much space on the backseats, talked with the two of your friends on passenger's and driver's seats. Three wondered about what are the guys doing in the other car.

Streets were filled with cars as usual. Creeping up closer to McDonald's, you could feels the hunger returning — not eating lunch before visiting was a bad idea for sure. Eddie stirred the steering wheel, parking his car near the fast-food's building. Engine stopped with a rumble, safety harnesses unbuckled and three stepped out, walking in.

Group cracked jokes, half tired and hungry. Damn, you couldn't blame yourself, it was nice around the two. Comfortable and not too overwhelming, tiredness giving extra points.

Walking up to the terminal, your hands moved across the screen, picking your options. Not too little and not a lot — burger, a drink, medium fries and cheese balls. As the step of payment came, you reached in your pockets for your card – where is your cash?

Genuinely concerned, you looked down, now searching all of your pockets. Brow hairs bunched tigether in a furrow of stress and embarrassment – how could you forget your cash at Eddie’s house?! You sighed out, looking for anyone in hope that the world will save them from this humiliation.

Eddie, noticing your payment screen on terminal, walked up, expamining what is happening. “What's wrong?” He asked,voice etched with mirrored concern and interest.

“I wanted to pay for myself, but forgot my shit at your home I think..” You murmured apologetically. You wanted to fall throught the floor like.. right now.

The other was in disbelief. Eddie, shuffling throught his pockets, took out his wallet and then his card. “Oh no, no, n—” You pleaded, shaking your head and hands. Inserting the plastic card in terminal, shuffling beside, he payed just like that. “Pay me later for this.” He said, glancing at you and stepping away.

“Bro.” Words choked out of you as if he did something horrible. Honestly, it wasn’t, just the thing of paying later was something to be ashamed of to yourself.

Defeated, you nodded back, both walked up to wait for their orders. Generous of Eddie. You spiritually made a note to pay back. Plenty came up, other trailing behind.

Everyone got their orders, ate, gabbed about nothing. It was already getting pretty late, so why not torture host's peace than to sleepover there? Ignoring the fact that the house is made for 4 to 5 people —probably— and how there is any to no spare sleeping spots that won't give a back pain, it would be cool, right? Plus, when was even the past time they had a sleepover?

It was a one in a million chance that everyone took – some hesitantly, some confidently. Finishing the feast, everyone returned to the cars, driving back to Eddie’s. He himself, wasn't a fan of all of this, but it was cool to have his friends and best friend over so..

It was late, close to 9 pm. Cars pulled over back to the house everyone would sleeping over tonight. Engines shutting down felt like a finishing line, the last obstacle being the front door and debate on who sleeps where and if they even can.

First floor was basicaly benefiting from living riim and other rooms. Second floor benefited with guest rooms and spare mattresses. As front door opened with a key click, everyone scrambled to get their spot. Plenty took the couch with Max. Jacob took one of the guest bedrooms. DizzyJah said ‘fuck it’ and went to find space in the basement in hope of good spots.

You, picking the last small guest room on the second floor, crashed on the sheets, rolling over on your back. Too lazy and tired to even get your hoodie off. Whitt was the only one left to get the ‘spare mattress’ spot.

As much as you wanted to sleep, you couldn't. Maybe scrolling social media would help?

1 AM.

≡ ! | a/n: «—I feel like its SOOO rushed bro, its so ass... Im scared what I'll write in second chapter....»

[sstje3z]

"Tangled In Steel" 1/2

| any!reader x friend!3fs (Max Burnett) x crush!efsgaming (Eddie)

in which:

— The gang and Reader are for ANOTHER time In California. One random night on their trip, as usual, everyone played games, and for that night everyone agreed on 'Do It Or Lose It' type game. Reader didn't have a very good dare. They lost and now they have to do what they are asked to.

| tags/TWs : any reader, fluff, wlm/mlm, crush, loyalty, trip, games, dares, games with dares, self insert, handcuffs as toys, no use of y/n, nicknames, reader having a crush, reader having a crush on efs/eddie, adulthood, hangout, adults on a trip, swearing, snickering and joking, sarcasm

≡ ! | a/n : «— Hi! First part on this fanfiction, lowkey excited to write the second one but this one might be cranky and a little Reader centered so.. no expectations but.. Anyways, Enjoy!»

> Before that...

Another quick late night game call. Another bullshity jokes and games. Natural routine the whole group had after years of talking, nothing much. This night was the last one before everyone would meet up for a hangout in a place they got used to visit many times – California.

The group went to California like.. 6 or 7 times already. You were feeling like you knew everything about California now but the place that was chosen for the trip wasn't the usual one you picked.

One in charge of the whole trip –you didn't know who– chose a house close to the beach where you were last time. Cool, nothing much to say. Well, the greenery is good there so maybe it means we will go out more?

After the midngith session of gaming, you woke up to your alarm blaring next to your ear, making you squeeze your eyes shut and pray for it to end. Moment later, body forcing to get up, you turned the alarm off, sitting on the edge of the mattress and recalibrating into reality.

You had a really wierd dream after that randomness night call. To be short, in a white void, you met all of your friends and in the end of the dream, you and your best friend Eddie started making out before you woke up.

Yes, you couldn't lie to yourself that your best friend is cool and handsome but not in that way. Eddie was your best friend after all, not a puppet that does everything you desire in your dreams and fantasies. He was a person after all!

Shaking off the phantom feeling of closeness in the dream you had just now –luckly you will forget about it in the next few hours–, you walked to your kitchen to fix yourself a breakfast meal. Something light and not too much.

Your flight leaves after lunch. The last thing you want to do is forget about it or forget your stuff somewhere like at your house or –lord no– in the damn airport. Sudden wave of anxiety washed all over you, making you forget what you wanted to do mid opening the fridge to gather some stuff for your meal.

The dish you cooked was eaten at the same time as you were refreshing the flight ticket details, groupchats and social media. Calmness of a habit soothing the nightmare of an experience you had after waking up.

Back to your room, you looked another time at what you packed for the trip – spare clothes, body and face creams and cleansers, spare shoes, some other junk you found useful. And a backpack with important stuff – of course.

Lunch came unexpectedly fast. You grabbed your stuff, checked your house again, turned off the house appliances for safety reasons and picked snacks with you to munch on flight or in lobby.

Your taxi driver was silent most of the ride to airport so you just drove in silence for 40 straight minutes. Maybe it is for the good. The silent break before the great meet-up with the people you love hanging out dearly.

Airport checkup, getting your suitcase taken, checking you, checking the tickets and walk to your plane gates. Next several hours a bliss, every other noise drowned out by sleep you didn't have enough of last night

"Landing soon. Please take your seat and wait for landing." The intercom spoke loud enough for you to wake up. You had such a good nap, even tho you slept rarely on a plane! Landing.. Looking out the window, the sun started to set down, painting concrete floor of airport landing space in warm colour spectre of red to yellow to dark blue.

Walking out the airplane down the staircase, you felt lightness in your heart. California.. oh California. Just minutes later you will see most of your friends — how cool is that!?

Everyone decided on meeting up near the airport's entrance. So, you started walking to that direction. Passing by busy halls and areas, people and families, you were getting closer to the exit.

You started scanning the crowd for familiar people – anyone that might be from your friend group. Some kiosks, booths, minimarts, advertising people.. a group of tourists, a familiar straw hat with distinctive red ribbon on it.

Plenty!

Picking up your pace, you aproached your friend, sneaking up behind him. Abruptly placing your hand on his shoulder you turned him around, grinning ear to ear.

"BOO!" You exclaimed to his face, holding your suitcase beside you.

Plenty screamed in response, cluthing his chest dramatically. "Oh my god! What the fuck are you doing, hello?!" He shouted in fear and surprise.

You two chatted with each other for a while, Plenty, buying himself some overpriced snacks that he won't eat, leaded you towards the other one's that came. Max was there, now the group being half full. The three waited for other two. Jacob came minutes after, Eddie trailing beside him.

When you two met each other eye to eye again, you two couldn't hold in the genuine smile on your faces, hugging each other. You held on for a bit too long. Too long for it to be around friends and you knew that. You could feel his scent, a natural woody and cotton-ish scent that felt familiar in tired state.

Stepping back from that embrace, everyone went to get a taxi and drive to the rented house the would be staying for some time in.

Door to the front door of a rented house clicked open, letting everyone in. There were three bedrooms – two with large beds, one for a one person.

Of course, the gentlemen the group were, they gave you the bedroom for a single one. Plenty would share a room with Eddie and Max would with Jacob.

Everyone got to their rooms, the silent house before is now filled with silent sounds of life in it's rooms. Zippers opening, grunts of tiredness, small chatters between each other.

On other hand, you slumped on bed sheets, staring at the ceiling and dozing off. No motivation or strength could force you up anymore.

You started dozing off. You could hear the silent chats of other guys in next rooms starting to get silent. Shifting on the made bed in a comfortable position, you returned to sleeping.

And finally, silence.

You fell into slumber. A void of possibilities on getting into a dream or look at the void before you wake up.

Appering in your bedroom, you sat up in your bed, looking around. It was unusual because you went to sleep at the rented house..

Decorations on walls were in place, your presonal belongings stayed were they would usually be, clothes, furniture. Why were you here?

The door opened. Someone walked in. A dark silhouette that felt too familiar and unknown at the same time. It climbed on bed, sayed something that was blurred over in a murmur. The silhouette climbed on top of you, leaning down to your face.

It held your wrists down on both sides, it's warm palms could swallow your wrists whole. Silhouette went for a kiss, claiming yours and it's in a heated kiss. You weren't protesting, you carefully dove in the moment.

You didn't know why you haven't pushed 'It' away. Maybe because it awfully reminded of something you wouldn't want to say. Something that you wanted to bury deep down, to end. And that felt like the end itself.

The dream abruptly ended when hands of it trailed down your stomach, getting too close to your... Well, you knew that escalated. Waking up in hot sweat, your eyes flew open, body sitting up straight, giving you a whiplash.

Your breathing was shaky and deep, your clothes clinged slightly to your heated and sweaty body. Yeah, maybe your personal life was empty in your life, but you didn't expect that much. Why did your brain even dream of that?

Maybe it was the tiredness? Maybe the previous dream? Media? You were deeply confused. Evening out your breath you crawled out of bed with many questions that you wanted an answer for.

En suite was pretty spacious for such small place. Oh shit, right. You returned to your room, unzipping your suitcase and taking out a small bag of shower stuff. Then, returning to your bathrom, you washed your face in cold water to return whatever normality was left after.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you tried to express a relaxed face despite questions of who that silhouette was. Who was the 'It'. It was just a nightmare after all, you didn't know why you cared so much.

The goals for today were have fun, unpack some of your stuff and maybe get new memories to remember. Returning back –again— to your room, you opened the window to get fresh air in. The view outside was spectacular – a sandy beach meeting waters, greenery and small shops. Seagulls cried near a trash can, fighting for food. Some flew in the sky.

After making yourself appropriate enough towalk out the bedroom, you entered the kitchen. It was pretty empty, looked like everyone were asleep. Looking at the clock you were now sure that you wake up earlier than anybody in the house. Not a problem then!

You went out the house to the closes shop to pick up some food. The basis, nothing much. Returning in the house, you started cooking. The silence of the house was comfortable even if you liked the bustling more over it.

Somebody walked in the kitchen. You tilted your head to the sound of footsteps while still keeping your eyes peeled on the food you were finishing making.

"Mornin'.." They said. You turned to the voice fully and you saw Eddie. Half asleep, rubbing his eyes; sun shined on him.

"Morning." You answered, placing the lid over what you cooked. A moment of silence passed before you spoke again. "Had a weird dream, you?" Asked you.

"Uh.. yeah, what about it?" Eddie answered back with confusion and interest. "Nothing," You murmured back "Just asking."

Later on, when you finished cooking, you ate, most of the group woke up and when everyone did, the gang went to places and started having fun. But for some reason, that morning talk felt odd.

≡ ! | a/n : «– Lowkey find the ending wierd butttttt.. I'm too lazy to change it cus the whole plot is lowkey chopped and romance for romance so....... gulp.»

[sstje3z]

"Caught Red-Handed (And Red-Faced)" (2/2)

| fem!reader × best-friend!efsgaming (Eddie)

in which:

— The gang + Reader, Whitt and DizzyJah planned a hangout at Eddie's house and kater having a sleepover at his place. You, deciding to grab some snacks in the middle of the night, is met with Eddie. The consequences must be taken.

| tags/TWs : wlm, slow burn, best friends to lovers (?), manhandling (sorta?), loyalty, reader included in friend group, self insert, minor swearing, minimal y/n usage, sleepover, midnight snacks, fastfood, getting payed for, flickering between main and reader, adulthood, friend!PlentyXD, close-friend!3FS, friend!CloakMePls, friend!Whitt, friend!DizzyJah

≡ ! | a/n : «— Hi! Second part of this fic. Ts might be horrendous but.. Anyways, Enjoy!»

2 AM.Hour passed, skipped lunch and fast food was really dawning on. As much as they wanted to go to sleep AND eat, it was a hard choice. Didn't want to wake everyone up, didn't want to sleep— GOSH!

“Uh.. Fuck it.” They murmured to themselves, as they turned off their phone rising up. Just.. get to kitchen, find a snack, return to the room. Simple.

In half-asleep state, managing to find the door handle, you push the door open into the dark hallway. Snoring, ruffling and silent breaths are heard as you walk down the stairs to first floor.

Now, the dangerous part — passing my two sleeping individuals to the kitchen and not wake them up by all rufflingand creaky cabinets. On tip toes, you got to the kitchen, starting to execute your devious planning.

For now, you just prayed to anyone that noone wakes up to drink water or wake up from a dream, avoiding two chuds on the couch too. Your eyes swooped past every cupboard and shelf, every kitchen surface, every damn packet in sight and reach.

Maybe if you ordered enough food at the place you were hours ago, you wouldn't have been in best friend's kitchen in the middle of the night like a robber, silently kidnapping every snack you would get.

Mission accomplished. You were on a finishing line of getting everything and mentaly dreaming about snacking and dozing off. Chips, gummies, candies, salty stuff — layed on the counter infront.

One pack in the pocket, second under your arm, third in between your teeth, and some others in your both arms. You were ready, just needed to head back and—

—CREEAaaaaaaakk..≈

A sound of wood, or something like that, creaking under something, echoed down your spine to your direction. Shit you sideways. You froze mid picking up, hand holding up a crinkled pack of chips with pinky out in a dumb manner.

Soon, the steps followed. They were padded, so someone must have been walking in their socks down to the kitchen – or hopefully past — to do something. A grimace was painted on your face — lips curved down in an arch of horror, a thin line; eyes blown wide open, looking on an opposite wall infront of them as it would help them in any way.

Atmosphere shifted in the room as that someone stepped in. As that someone grew closer, they recalled you. “Alex?” Voice sounded grogy and half-asleep.

Fuck, it's Eddie — well, who the fuck else??

A hand that held up the bag hesitantly lowered, your brows bunched together in fear and confusion — why is he awake? It's the middle of the night, everyone should've been asleep!

“Fuck you doin'..?” Eddie asked, walking up closer to you, noticing a snack in your hands.Finally turning around, you faced him, face not changing from it's horror. Your eyebrows relaxed for a mmoment, body tense. Looking at the man, it was visible that he had just woken up, lazily raised brow spiritually pointing at you in question.

Eddie, wearing long home pants and a t-shirt, lightly creased from sleeping was infront of you. His dark hair were messy, glasses lazily sitting lowly on his nose. His posture and face were relaxed but aware. Expression showed post-sleeping state. Eddie’s eyes were half-lidded, dark with tiredness, shadowed by his hair. They studied you for a moment, narrowing down an etch.

“I.. well..” You started, lowering your voice deliberately to not be too loud in the silent house. Looking down at your stuffed pockets, you were beginning to feel humiliated by your own actions.

Frowning, Eddie stepped up, reaching his hands for the snacks you packed with you like loading a gun. “Bro.. not the muffins. Ain't no way.” Grumbled he, voice rough with sleep, polished by mock and disbelied undertone. He moved around the kitchen lazily, placing stuff out of place — ‘just where they land and/or supposed to be’ type.

From you, to cabinets, back to you. You watched it all, questions all around your mind like a bee hive.

Why did he get up? Were you too loud that he heard? Did he go to sleep? Wy is he doing all this himself?

He was truly majestic under kitchen lights in the middle of the night, all roughed up from sleep and all, you couldn't lie. How Eddie lazily move around his kitchen, sighing – just.. damn. Your best friend was really nice, you caught yourself staring!

Soon, pockets that were once filled with snack, now empty, pladded back to their forms originaly sewn like. Your arms lowered to relaxing position with each bag leaving from you.

The man finished sorting everything out, leaning back on the counter with his arms crossed on his chest. Two now stood in the silent kitchen, silent and sleeping house. As if forever after, Eddie deciced to talk first.

“Well.. Aren't you the thief you are?” He said, almost to himself with no bite, like still forming what to say. Restarted he. “I might need to guard you tonight so you wouldn't try to do shit like that again.” Eddie joked, looking at you with a tired smirk, teeth peaking from edges of his lips.

“The hell you even on?” You asked, a smile tugging on your lips as if his was contagious. Curiosity, worry and silly fear crept up without your awareness. Eddie's rich brown irises stupidly looked at your dimly lit presence. Warm, deep but full with plotting that made hairs on your body stand up like spikes.

The whole situation's pretty intimidating. Eddie, trying to form his thought, broke eye contact, running a hand on his face down. “There is a space for two in my room so.. we could split space on a bed.” Looking back at you, he mumbled the words out as his hand was over his mouth in thinking way.

Caught off guard, you cmposed yourself before it was too late. You ahd no problem sharing a bed with your friend, you were totally alright for it but right now it felt off —in a neutral way.

ON THE SAME BED? TOGETHER? WHERE ANOTHER PERSON SLEEPS? WHAT WILL EVERYONE THINK IN THE MORNING IF THEY SEE IT? AND IT'S—

“Alright I guess? But don't pull covers to yourself for the sake of our friendship dawg.” You said, gesturing a hand in his direction in statement.

“—Okay, okay, god!” Eddie complained, pushing himself off counter. Both walked up the stairs to one's bedroom. He walked with want to sleep, you, on the other hand, was feeling anxious and pretty damn nervous. Why? You didn't really know nor wanted to name it– COME ON, ITS JUST A SLEEPOVER, WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?

The door to Eddie's room opened, letting you in before the owner of the space could. LED strips on pretty much every surface were lit up, illuminating the space for two— wrong, three people. Whitt was sprawled out on spare mattress, dead asleep, mouth agap. Knocked out for sure by the tired state the man was.

A gaming set up near another wall, basic recording and other devices stood. Shelves were slightly dusted, particles visible on dark surfaces. Merchandise organized straightly... One Piece, Pokémon, Valorant even. Plushies, figurines, posters. You didn't feel like you were in a grown man's room, more like a boy teenager's humble safe place.

Bed, in the corner of the room, was a patterned mess, like someone recently crawled out of bed – well, Eddie. So, that was the spot you two had to share for the night. In an illuminated place with another person.

What would Whitt even think if he woke up early? What if someone else saw? – You worried to yourself, laying eyes on blond figure sprawled on a spare mattress, dead asleep. Returning back to reality, Eddie shifted beside you, passing by and crawling in his bed, giving you as much space as needed.

The whole situation awkward, silence was deafening and vulnerabiling. Mirroring the same, the heavy body of yours landed on free space on the sheets, turning to face your back to friend of yours. Palm of one of your hands slid under your heavy head, making you start to doze off.

Your mind, that ran throught thoughts, shitty videos and conversations from past time, slowed down, disappearing one by one as sleep dawned on. Body, still tense, was aware about surrounding —not fully, mostly.

Eddie, still half asleep, scooted closer to you, trying to take back the space he once slept alone on. Same by, he wrapped his arms around you, unaware of what he did.

As if struck, your eyes flew open, tilting your head to the side to see what he was doing. Your body tensed back, mind hazed by already asleep mindset. His breathing was present close to your back, his scent filling your nostrils.

"What– the fuck you doing?" You asked, heat of other's arms seeping throught your clothes. Not only did you feel heat on your body, you felt an embarrassing rush straight to your cheeks like a race. Lightning of the room —thank god– didn't apparent it.

Eddie, taken aback too, didn't release. "Chill, It's was a move." He answered nonchalantly, aware of his mistake now. Releasing felt awful too, he would look like a fool.

"What move??" You answered, keeping your words straight despite boiling nervousness beneath. Want to shrug off the existing proximity grew more and more. Tiredness chaining any of your movements or intentions to break free.

"Just.. sleep." Eddie mumbled back, squeezing his hands around you one more time, starting to drift off to his bothered sleep. He just didn't care! Didn't give a single damn on how off putting this whole situationship was!

How arogant of him! "You are explaining it in the morning if anyone sees.. this." You said, last word punctuating on this moment. Looking at the wall as if for help, you knew that third figure on spare mattress meters from you, could wake up at any moment and missunderstznd the future teasing subjects.

"Do I look like I give a single fuck? Let them be, you know them." The man mumbled to you, voice groggy in sleep. Vibrations of his voice felt down your spine, making you shiver. He was too close. Too close for best friends like that.

But he said the truth. Yes, teasing would be –if someone even saw you together like this– but it wouldn't be the end of the world, right? You ignored how he spooned you, how his hands wrapped around you ike a plush teddy, how his natural scent seeped from him. And how he chose his words.

"Maybe, for once.. you're right." You whispered teasingly only for his ears to hear. With a final sigh through your nose, you cuddled closer to the touch. You weren't a wanting one for touches usually, but tonight that 'quirk' could be ignored for a moment.

Now, two were tangled together like a pretzel – bounded and strong. Warmth of both heating.

Morning came faster like falling asleep. Whitt, love him god, was dead asleep before you even woke up, giving you time to slide out of caught embrace from still knocked out Eddie. Sunrise painted beautiful colours inside the bedroom, golden hues cathing on your best friend.

Best friend? Time will tell.

≡ ! | a/n: «– Well, thanks for reading through, I really hope you enjoyed this work as I'm gonna work on shorter ideas I have in find– atleast for now. ^^»

[sstje3z]

"Three Years, One Fall." | Chapters

Part 1 : "Three Years, One Fall." 3/3

Part 2 : "Three Years, One Fall." 2/3

Part 3 : "Three Years, One Fall." 1/3

Full Parts (14/14) : "Three Years, One Fall." 14/14 (AO3)

| in which : Reader and Eddie are close best friends met throught their shared friend, Max, on a christmass 2023. The two slowly developed their feelings and on the shared hangout with their friends, one gets inti an accident and then confess in a room alone and hook up.

| tags/TWs : wlm, slow burn, friends to best friends to lovers, physical trauma, medical help, manhandling (sorta?), loyalty, reader included in friend group, self insert, minor swearing, minor blood, traumas/rough trauma (physical), minimal y/n usage, relative with one of the characters, winter, skiing, holidays, brother!PlentyXD, close-friend!3FS, friend!CloakMePls

[sstje3z]

"Three Years, One Fall." 1/3≈(?)

| fem!reader × best-friend!efsgaming (Eddie)

in which :

— Reader and Eddie are close best friends throught their shared friend, Max, for a while. On one holiday after New Year's, something.. took a turn.

| tags/tw(?) : wlm, slow burn, friends to best friends to lovers, physical trauma, medical help, manhandling (sorta?), loyalty, reader included in friend group, self insert, minimal y/n usage, relative with one of the characters, winter, skiing, holidays, brother!PlentyXD, close-friend!3FS, friend!CloakMePls

≡ ! | a/n : «– It's my first fic in like.. ever. Also, English is not my first language, so there may be mistakes and shi. Not really proud of this work really, but I wanted to be the main writer, centered about most of 3FS's friends and not only him (there may be first with him, but time will say). Enjoy!»

Before that...

> New Years 2023

The times were boring. You didn't have much friends, at hope 2 or 3 were with you. This New year's, your parents decided on celebrating alone, leaving you with no other ideas of how and where to spend celebrating. The only option was for you to help your brother, Ethan, to drive him to the party with his friends.

"Oh come on, I want to drive-uh!" Ethan complained, dressing in some sweater over the button up your mother bought recently. "I think you forgot who can legaly drive you to the stupid party you decided on going." You barked back, fixing your lips in the mirror, no straightforward bite in your words. The mirror reflected a tired woman with little to no social interactions except in stores or public places. Eyes were showing drained energy, eyes that 'have seen it all'.

"Plus, I don't want you to embarrass me by drinking into shit pit or doing wild stuff." Added you almost to yourself, stepping back from the mirror to look if you dressed up good enough. You didn't try hard at showing off with your clothes, just threw some jeans and a nice shirt.

The two finally got ready, stepping out of their parents' apartment and heading toward your car. Ethan still whines about wanting to drive your car, but you stood your ground, argumenting about driver license and almost crashing your car two months before. The car started with a familiar roar, it's system and screens lighting up with all types of processors. The safety buckles clicked shut and you two drove off. Ethan, giving you the address, started rambling about what will be there. You listened, focused on the road and traffic, sometimes glancing down at the navigator.

You went to that rarely, either it was to pick up your brother, or drop him off there sometimes. Mostly, it was his friends that did it, so you didn't really memorise the drive there by heart.

The only friend you knew there was Max, obviously. He was in hold of his house and your shared friend eith Ethan. You heard Ethan talk about the other two that would be there, but you didn't really know who. The only names you heard were something on J- and E- if your ears weren't mistaken.

Your car parked near the house, finding a free space. Pulling out the engine key, you opened the doors, unbuckling your seat and stepping out. It snowed outside, a calm wind stinging your face just a bit.Boots thuded on snowed pavement, leading you to the front door. Clicking on the doorbell, a ring echoed, buzzing sound to your ears. Moments later, the door unlocked, a familiar figure appearing in the doorway. It was Max. He looked at you two, a friendly smile appearing on his slim face, before he stepped back to let you both in.

"Hi Plenty." Max said, dabbing him up before turning to you, nodding and greeting you too. Entering, a sound of Mario Kart faintly heard from the living room, your anxiety slightly rose. Yes, you knew people would be here but it still made your stomach tighten, knowing that staying silent won't be a choice sadly.

Ethan, already eagerly undressing from his coat and unzipping the boots, left them by the entrance, leaving you with his coat in hands. You sighed, choosing to scold him after party to not possibly ruin the mood. The hanger by the door already had some coats, possibly from guests' in the house.

You hung Ethan's coat, fixing his ascrew boots neatly against the wall before you too started to unbutton your jacket, hanging it on the said coat hanger before untying your shoes and leaving them beside Ethan's.

Padding down to the shared living room and kitchen, you appeared in brightly lit space. Christmas decorations were hung on the doorways, pine tree was decorated with plastic icicles, ornaments, tree lights and confetti, making it the star of the room.

You were uneasy at first. Some of the boys you didn't know, like the one who had a joystick in his hand, playing Mario Kart on the TV, his hair was curlied, body slim but relaxed against the plush of the sofa. It was like he wasn't new to being here, like he came pretty often.

Knowing how much Ethan likes to snack on some junk, you brought some snacks with you. You headed to the kitchen, unzipping your bag and pulling one bag after other. Max turned his head from the couch to you in the kitchen, letting out a low whistle.

"Oh my gosh.. You are trully a lifesaver. I thought I would need to pull out my own food." He said, thanking you after one last time before returning his attention back to the game on screen. You turn to him, smiling politely and nodding, the nervous tension finally easing into natural calmness.

Bags of chips and candies layed on the kitchen counterz finally making your bag lighter by a lot. Starting to zip your bag, you heard the unfamiliar voice that you haven't heard anywhere. It was booming, excited, carried to the shared space of yours. That someone stopped at the doorway of the living room.

"Plenty, who's that?" The voice asked your brother. "Oh, thats my sister, [Y/N]" Ethan answered, making you look at him and then at someone in the doorway.

The man had black curly hair, his glasses gleamed under the ceiling lights. His black t-shirt said 'I ♥︎ EFS', his grey pants were baggy on him, the spare slippers from Max's house on his legs. He was almost the same height as Ethan, maybe a bit taller, his eyes searched your presence like he saw a living person the first time in his life. The man walked up to you, scanning the food on the counter, before landing back to you, studying your face before clearing his throat.

"Eddie. Nice to see you around. Plenty talked about you." Eddie said, nodding to you, not quite sure about if he wanted to hug you or shake your hand in sign of friendliness. He smiled to you, that kind one to make everyone happy, placing one of his hands behind his neck and walking off to the couch, starting a banter about everything.

You nodded back, seeing him already walking off. Your hand that had stopped mid zip, continued it's path, closing your bag and making you walk to everyone else on the couch.

That New Year went better from the other one's in the past years. It was full of laughter and memories. You finally felt alive again. New friend of yours, Eddie, made your positivity never shut down the whole New Year night. It was like in teenage years again, the feeling of freedom and pure fun returned in your life.

From then on, you two became friends. Best friends even. You talked, played with your shared friends, filmed stuff together when you both wanted to, cried, laughed. You were through everything together, always updating each other on the drama in your lives. He made you feel alive again, the friendship from your shared friend circle became tighter. From then, you started to know everyone better there.

3 years of friendship from that time. 2026 started.

> January 1st. 11:59 am.

You were sitting in your chair by your computer, one monitor showing live of New Year countdown on YouTube, second monitor had Discord tab and music player open, blasting melodies that were a background noise to you. The shared groupchat of the five of your shared friends filled with congratulations and emojis flowing in chat a minute later. You started typing back, partialy thanking every blessing from the guys, flipping off your brother, jokingly of course. Truly, you two were inseparable in reality.

Snuggling deeper into the leather of your chair, a small and peaceful smile rose on your face, the one that lets go all the problems from the last year and refils with hope, motivation and gratitude. "I will become even better this year. My dreams will come true".

Eddie, on the other side, was hopping from one app to the other. The post for his subscribers on his social medias, Discord channel were already sent, starting to gain views, comments and likes. But the important thing, aside from the chat with his friends and his subscribers, was you – his best friend. The one who was the whole time with him most of the year. The one who brough smile to his face even in the worst moments of his life. The one who slowly carved a special place in his heart and never grew it out. Never would.

A notification pops of from your private mesages — Eddie. You open the chat, a long message popping up on your eyes. A pooling warmth spreads through your body as you start reading.

> "Alex. This year was hard for sure but i just wanted to say that im thankful for a friend like you. You brought memories i couldn't have had if you werent in my life and Im grateful for everything you made.I can't thank you enough for what you did. Just remember that you are the kindest and funniest bro i have. Happy New Year!"

Your smile falters for a moment, reading the words on your screen before returning into a lopsided smirk. Your heart actually ached for real that night. Almost like forever had passed, your head passing through the brightest and most vivid memories of the year with Eddie.

You felt something almost shift in your interactions, like they became more sacred everytime you met up. Like a rose blooming throughout all the obstacles. Snapping back from your trance, your fingers flew on your keyboard, typing back:

> "im grateful to have you in my life too. Thank you ed, happy New Year :)"

Before logging off you looked into the second monitor where the countdown finally ended. The live showed fireworks in the sky - something that reminded you a special feeling blooming through the past years that you couldn't name specifically.

Eddie, seeing your 'Offline' status, returned into the shared groupchat, reading through messages before too, logging off minutes later. The hum of his comuter slowly silenced, filing the room with pops of fireworks behind the windows of his room as he lowered his heaphones off his head, placing them on the table.

The rim of his glasses reflected a colourful palette of crackling lights in the sky, making him sigh out and sit up from his chair. Eddie walked to his bed, slumping on the mattress, looking at the ceiling. Colored lights illuminated his face a peachy orange color. The last thing he felt was the peace around him.

Closing his eyes, the imprinted memory of your answer and fireworks in the sky bloomed again. A feeling he couldn't name warmed his chest in that moment. His fingers reached for his glasses, taking them off and laying them on the nightstand, placing it under his head on the pillows. After that, he fell asleep.He knew that something in his mind understood that his heart didn't know yet.

Present.

> January 2nd, 10 pm.

The friend group decided on having a group call to play and blow steam off, sharing how they spent their New Year's arrival. A simple text from Jacob cus he had nothing to do rather than eat the leftovers from the previous night.

You hopped on call, putting your earbuds in one of your ears and greeted everyone in call. Your mouse opened the game with two clicks, the title of the game lighting up with other buttons. Now, you just wait for everyone to come and yall are packed.

Minutes passed, everyone who wanted finally came on call. It felt natural and familiar now. The conversations and rages filled the chat, laughters following after. The topic of this week soon rose. Soon, they decided to spend the week after New Years doing cool shit. The chaos started, voices layering on each others before Jacob squealed in his mic, silencing the mess with the horrid voicechnager he had.

"Guys-guys listen, I think the best start would be somewhere snowy, don't yall think?" Jacob said, his voice reverberating through your headphones.

Ethan, your brother, of course wanted to snack on something. "Jacob thats so boring, some fancy restaurant would be even better." He said, the clicking of buttons a side noise from him.

"Shut upp, you always want to eat." You complained, "I think a spa or sauna would be better. Maybe you'll finally shower." The joke slid out from your tongue before you returned to the game.

Max was up for cool stuff. "Yall have the worst plans I've heard in my life bro. Let's go somewhere where we haven't been before." He silenced for a moment, thinking about the most random thing to do.

"How about.. skiing?" Max threw the idea in.

"Okay, okay, not bad.. that would be cool, I'm in." Eddie agreed because he couldn't think of anything better than this.

"Cool, booking then. My treat." Max answered, scrolling on his phone The skiing was planed on the next day in the morning after the call.

This.. would be fun, right?..

≡ ! | a/n: «— bro why isn't there any to NO skiing themed dividers, im loosing my mind.» (Hint hint hint)

Parts :

≡ "Three Years, One Fall." p.2

≡ "Three Years, One Fall." p.3

[sstje3z]

"Three Years, One Fall" 3/3

| fem!reader × best-friend!efsgaming (Eddie)

in which :

— Reader and Eddie are close best friends throught their shared friend, Max, for a while. On one holiday after New Year's, something.. took a turn.

| tags/tw(?) : wlm, slow burn, friends to best friends to lovers, physical trauma, medical help, manhandling (sorta?), loyalty, reader included in friend group, self insert, minor swearing, minor blood, traumas/rough trauma (physical), minimal y/n usage, relative with one of the characters, winter, skiing, holidays, brother!PlentyXD, close-friend!3FS, friend!CloakMePls

≡ ! | a/n : «– Third part of this fic. Pretty happy how its turned out, but the ending may be boring so.. idk. Anyways, Enjoy!»

You were on the top of the hill with everyone. The group decided on a small and short race for the fun of it because you were already getting bored and wanted to leave soon. The group stood behind and imaginary line. Max, Plenty and Jacob were on the left side from you while Eddie was the right, ending it all off.

"Alright flams, yall ready?" Max asked, his voice dripping with excitement. His scarf swayed on the wind like a glider, a contrast to his red jacket that glistened under sunlight.

The voices after said excited "Yes", or a hearted "Heck yeah!" in the chill atmosphere. Plenty started counting down.

"1!"

"2!"

Eddie and Jacob followed after.

"3!"

Everyone said before lunging forward down the hill. The scraping sounds and laughter filled your ears, plans of sabotaging each other filled the air. You hurried slides navigated you almost automatically after an hour of remembrance before you did everything on autopilot.

Max was leading first because –of course– of his height and stamina. Plenty was a breath behind him, balancing on his snowboard that gave out more ridiculousness than he already radiated. You were just a glide behind Jacob. While Eddie.. Eddie waited on top before sliding down with full force and speed he could.

Hearing his voice behind you, you jerked your head back, moving closer to the centre of the public road. You heard a '-whoooosh~' near your ear before seeing the familiar figure in orange puffer jacket passing you by on a speed of light.

Jacob, seeing this move, scoffed dramatically, moving a bit faster now. Max and Plenty, glancing to the side in Eddie’s direction, were bewildered, commenting about everything being unfair and calling ref, laughing for some moment before picking up their pace too. You smirked, shaking your head in disbelief.

But you saw something wrong in how he glided. His harness on left leg felt too free to be safe and the speed he had was dangerous to–

He turned to glance back at you before his left ski scooted off his leg on the slope, sending it to the side. His boot touched the iced snow barrier and he tripped, falling hard off track with a sound of something breaking. You felt your heart stop at this scene, face changing into frighten in mere seconds.

Jacob was the one to hear it too. You heard him mouth something but you couldn't tell what he said. Your ears were ringing too much from chilling thoughts your mind created.

Plenty was the second to notice, tugging on Max's arm, catching him off guard for the moment, before he turned his head and his face went from concentrated into alarmed in seconds. His eyes widdened as he left the race goal, his direction shifting from one side of the track to the other, excusing passers by. The two headed towards the crashed one.

Your slides grew more urgent. You rushed down like a wanted one, like a lost soul desperate to reach a lifeline. The dizzying feeling and want to throw up were quickly shut down by a sore feeling deep in your throat. Other people looked at you speed down, passing other visitors.

When you came to the crash, some other people who witnessed the situation came down too. Even some staff from the park were making their way here. You threw your sticks on the ground, reaching down and unclasping the safety harness off your boots. Your knees felt weak as you threw yourself up again, ignoring how your pants absorbed the snow and made you shiver. How your gloves and scarf were almost fully covered in snow, hair a mess near your face.

Then finally, you spotted him, plunging yourself forward and moving hair away from your face. You fell on your knees near him, turning him around from his stomach and onto his back with a anguished groan. You could see blood dripping down his nose.

He looked at you, eyes solaced and filled with hurt, hazy from the impact. His lips were a thin line, cheek being bitten down hardly. One of his leg was still in ski, forcing it to be slightly lifted from the ground, the plank sticking out in the snow. His breathing was quivering. You could see him trying to be bear with pain in this situation, trying not to break down.

"Oh god." Is all you mannaged to choke out, before taking off one of your gloves and placing in near his nose. "Are you okay!?" You added, reaching to unclasp the harness on his boot, letting his leg fall on a slope.

"Don't think so???" He grunted, a shooting pain in his hip forcing him to lower his leg unhuriedly in chill cold. Gritting his teeth together, he squeezed his eyes shut for that moment, howling silently. You stared at him, worry still etched.

"Are you hurt anywhere?" You said, starting to pat down his physique. "Are you cold?" The questions flowed with each moment. For a moment you were just rambling about everything.

"Why did you do this?"

"Did you feel like you were gonna pass out?"

"What hurts most?"

"Wh-"

Before making another question again, you felt his hand cover yours on his chest, the movement of his hurt arm made him wince. He squeezed it like he would break your fingers. "Shut up. Don't worry, alright?"

Your voice strained into silence, looking at him, not daring to say anything more, agaped lips closed into silence as you heard help come closer. He didn't look at you, his eyes were looking somewhere else but you.

From behind, steps grew closer, Max's voice coming closer, consern etched in his words. Your hands slipped from his grip like you were burnt from a wildfire. Turning around, you saw rescuer and others leading to the crashed one.

Radio static cackled on the rescuer before you stood up and backed away from him, letting the rescuer do his work. Eddie turned his head one last time, his eyes following you go, your glove still near his nose before he returned his attention back to the rescuer.

Your steps were heavy as you climbed back up on the road. Ethan ran up to you, asking what happened.

"I dont know." You said, shaking your head in worry. You couldn't be upset around known people — not in front of your brother. Not in front of your and his friends.

Ethan pattet your shoulder before starting to walk uphill to the lobby. Max and Jacob soon came too, asked the same. You gave them the same answer.

"Dang. Poor guy." Jacob murmured, looking to the direction where his friend crashed.

"Yep.." Max added after, nodding.

Other worker came up to you three, asking about the details. You gave your witnesses, worker making notes about everything, eventually asking our contacts is needed.

"Wait in lobby until everything settles." They said before walking off. Now, you just need to do it, there is nothing else to do.

Walk up was quiet, everyone still processing what just happened and how it all escalated. Eventually, you got to the lobby, sitting down on soft benches. You, Max and Jacob sat in silence, dripping with sorrow.

You stared at your boots, still in snow. Hands in pockets, mind blank, expression unreadable. Jacob sat there, fiddling with his shirt, lips shut in a straight line. Max bounced his leg nervously, head leaned back, eyes looking at the ceiling.

Sun slowly started to set outside, sky a mix of bright yellow and blue, clouds having orange undertone to them.

Ethan came after, scent of cheap coffee clinging to him. Seeing the three on the bench, zoned out, he noded to himself, sitting down next to you without any further questions.

What felt like forever, a call came, ringtone a reminder of present time. Max picked up, putting his phone on speaker, straightening up and clearing his throat. "Hello?". Everyone leaned closer to listen.

The voice on the other end started asking if its the right caller before finally saying that Eddie is in a good shape to leave – no serious injuries, just minor damage done. His right hip and left shoulder were strained but in a good shape to move around.

You could feel yourself breath out a breath you thought you didn't hold, leaning back on the bench, continuing to listen to the worker.

"You can pick him up from Healing Wing, room 42. We are sorry for damage and will ensure that this would never happen again in our resort. Thank you for cooperating." The caller said before ending the call.

"Thank god, oh my lord." Max murmured, shaking his head, standing up from the bench. You looked around in search of sign to that 'Healing Wing' they said.

The others too raised from their seats, walking to the doors for other wings around the main building. You walked relentlessly before spotting that said wing.

The hallway was quiet except some quiet whispers and coughs from other visitors in the heal wing of the building. The group steps echoed in the hallway, getting closer to Eddie’s room. Hopes about the situation not being serious were filled in their shared thoughts.

You fidgeted with the edge of your hoodie, comforting touch against the tense moment. You didn't look up a single moment after that. Ethan tried to talk to you, comfort you, knowing that you worry about him as a friend. It helped you, but not for long.

Finally, Jacob opened the door, stepping in. The room was filled with sunlight, the walls were painted muted green, the other furniture was mostly wooden. In the bed, Eddie sat upright, his arm was visibly injured.

Ethan ran to the injured one, dabbing him up and hugging slightly before pulling away. "Damn, we thought you were dead or so!"

"We never say that, Plenty." Max scolded him before sitting down on one of the plush armchairs in front of the bed. Jacob leaned on the wall near the door, watching the interactions unfold. Ethan, as he is, started rambling about what happened after he fell and what the others did.

You cautiously entered the room, sitting down on the outher armchair, the soothing scent of Max’s laundry detergent and cologne next to you calmed you down just for a bit. You didn't pay attention to the talk really, you just zoned out for a long moment, adding your own comment from time to time.

When the time came for everyone to go home, the question hang – How does everyone go home? Ethan can't drive legaly. Eddie can't drive with his hand and hip injured. There are three cars, so you needed a plan.

Ethan can go home by your car if Jacob drives. Max can drive his own car. There is only You and Eddie left now. Eddie’s car is left only now. There was no other choice but for you to drive Eddie’s car.

You lifted your gaze out of your hands to the bed infront of you. He looked at you, blinking slowly. The time headed to dinner so that was the only way.

Everyone slowly started leaving. Jacob and Ethan left first, because of Jacob having plans to himself. You knew Ethan had spare keys to your apartment so you didn't have to worry about unplaned sleepover at your house. Max had his own car and apartment to go to so he was booked. And you?

"If Eddie gives me the keys, I'll drive." You blurted out, not thinking for a second in your mind. You, driving his car, driving to his apartment and sleeping in his space? That drove your mind insane but part of you didn't mind it.

"Ethan, dont you dare eat my food in the fridge I swear." You scolded, looking at Ethan near the bed. He rolled his eyes. "You don't want to share food with your brother, how rude of you!" He complained dramatically, already starting to walk out of the room with Jacob. "Alright, Eddie, get better soon man, goodbye everyone."

You tossed your car keys out of the pocket to Jacob, him cathing them in his palm. Ethan waved, dissappearing into the hallway. Jacob, after him, casually said 'bye' and waving too, your car keys jingled with some keychains you had. Max lifted from his armchair, kicking you on the shoulder in a joking manner, trying to calm you down fully before walking off in the hallway, the banter reviving after, their voices disappearing down the hall.

The two were now alone in the room. Your gaze finally landed on him, his gaze on you. The room felt incredibly tense now, the way he looked at you was electric, something from the past 3 years was finally understood.

Looking away, you started packing up his things in his backpack that layed near the bedside table. Your walking was methodical, not too slow and not too fast, trying to ignore the figure in bed.

Eddie on the other hand, reached for his other clutter on the nightstand. You pushed his hand off, your palm wrapping around his wrist to pull it away. "Nope, not with your shoulder fucked, unc." The teasing nickname flew off your tongue, making you smile to yourself. You could feel his pulse jump under your thumb before you let go.

"Unc? Nahhh, thats mad insult." He said, voice rough like sandpaper but with a hint of warmth he always had. His head leaned back on the bed frame behind him, looking at you pack.

You packed everything he had except his car keys, apartment keys and his phone– of course. The packed bag landed on one of the armchairs. You trailed back to his bed, sitting on the edge next to him.

The silence stretches.

"I ... worried about you." You started, fidgeting with your sleeve.

Eddie, on the other side, looked out of the room window, as if thinking what to say, charging the silence more. "I saw that."

"M?"

"You rushed to me. You were worried, helped me.."

You felt a hand on your thigh, giving one a squeeze and staying there. Touch felt pleasing. Like it's supposed to be there. The palm felt warm, easing the last stress and dread you felt for the past hours.

But the elephant in the room needed to be adressed anyway.

"Do you think.. Are we still friends?" Eddie finally said, leaning forward from the bed frame, his eyes searching your silhouette. He yearned you and he couldn't hide it no more. Even if it meant staying strong just to not falter you. Even if it meant trying not to worry anyone too much but failing miserably.

Your breath shallowed for that moment, you let yourself be honest to yourself for once in three years about this everything. You turned to him, his eyes were filled with vulnerability, honesty and that feeling that you tried to bury down for the past years. Love. Genuine love. The kind that makes your heart ache everytime you see or hear him.

Palm of your hand ungrasped from the other hand and clasped with the one that held your thigh. Your fingers curled around the palm, the size difference between each other's hands were too good.

A moment of hesitation. You started leaning in close to him, looking him straight in the eyes, even if it made your breath shake. Eddie, mirroring your actions, brought his other hand to your shoulder, trailing it up your collarbones and your neck. It was the first time he has ever done this.

You could feel his fingertips, warm and gentle over the fabric of your shirt and neck. Scooting closer, your lips were already too close to be on the friend category, parting. Your breath hitched as you lowered your eyelids. His middle and pointer finger scooting under the collar of your shirt, traveling up and down your pulse.

The distraction on your neck wasn't too long before he finally leaned forward, closing the distance between your lips. A feeling of your glossed lips finally met in a gentle kiss, moving freely against each others. A feeling of fresh shaven hair on his chin felt extatic, making you shake.

A taste of coffee, dark chocolate and salt was radiating from him, the warmth of his breath tickling your face.

With the newfound urgency, you slightly deepened the kiss, making him sigh in satisfaction through his nose. His hands now traveled up from your hip to your waist, pulling your body closer. His hand was hurting but it was worth the damage if this meant being closer to you, sitting you up on his lap. He winced in pain but it was quickly replaced back to satisfaction. Hands stayed at your waist, fingers digging into the fabric.

The sudden change in position caught you off guard but made it better for this moment. Your free hand trailed up his jaw and down his neck, stopping at his shoulder – not too close to where it ached.

You bit down his lip, your tusks leaving a faint mark under his lower lip before returning into the hellfire of your affection. Your clasped hands that were now tangling between each other's, were an unbreakable sign. You sighed, now without that shaky effect you had moments ago.

Both mind were full of emotions like sky with fireworks on New Year. Bright with satisfaction, joy and excitement. Yours? Let's just say that this moment alone answered all you questions between you and him. Words can't describe what you felt in this moment.

You both pulled away, staring at each other. He looked at you with affection and fulfillment, parted lips glistening with spit under the fluorescent lights above you and him. Your breathing was heavy, labored. You looked slightly down at him, eyes fluttering from the lack of oxygen.

"Counts as.. an answer? For you?" You whispered loud enough, your thumb trailing up and down at the front of his throat. You never thought you would be this cocky in your life but that movement proved you wrong. It all felt like a dream. A dream that came true.

"Yeah.." He answered, clearing his throat, his adam's apple bobbing under your touch. Squeezing your waist again he assured himself that all of this was real. He chuckled to himself, the rich laugh escaping like a breather.

You laughed too, maybe from the heavy stone off your chest, maybe from overwhelm. Placing a peck on the edge of his mouth before pulling back, your hand slid off his neck to your lap.

"Alright, we need to go, c'mon." The reminder escaped your lips as you slided off his lap and getting back on feet, grabbing his car and apartment keys that now felt natural in your palm.

He slowly crawled out of bed, shutting his eyes as the aching pain returned to his hip, but now it felt a little lighter and easy. Maybe it was from the haze of the kiss, maybe from the feeling of your lips against his it felt better. He slid his foot in one boot, reaching down to tie it, the zipper clicking shut after, echoing in the now peacefully quiet room. The satisfied smile on his face never faltered.

You grabbed your coat from a hanger, pulling your arms in and fixing it on yourself. The buttons clicked to their place, cocooning the fabric around you. Reaching for your scarf, you pulled it over your neck, letting your hair brush over it.

Eddie, now fumbling to the hanger too, grabs his coat and starts putting it on. You waited by the door, the hallway was already illuminated by sunset, awaited you both. When he finally finished, he grabbed his backpack, throwing it over his good shoulder and walking a bit slower, cocking from side to side just a little.

Seeing this view, you stepped out the door, looking at him and cackling quietly. "You look like a grandma that had liposuction, Ed, I'm in tears." You covered your mouth with your hand for a moment, before walking up to him for balance, your hand wrapping around his waist. Not really pulling but there if he needed a catch.

"Don't make fun of the injured for once, will you?" He said, joking anger in his dramatic line.

Remembering that you once had the second glove on, you glanced at him, eyes puzzled. "Wait, where is my glove by the way, do you have it..?" The question rose, making you stop, turning your head to him.

He looked puzzled too.

"Shit, I 'ont know. I dozed off when they layed me down on board." He started patting down himself before feeling something in his pocket. Eddie reached in, the bag almost sliding off his shoulder as he pulled off the blooded glove of yours out. "Found it." He gave you it, already closing the door behind him, leaving the lights on in healing room.

Falling into step, you both went to the exit. You studied your glove – a deep red stain was spread on the outer side of your palm, a contrast on brown fabric. Your eyes softened before putting the second glove on.

After a moment of quiet, you decided to return the dialogue again.

"One of my Christmas wishes came true already." You blurted out, looking out of the windows into the sky, the night sky already starting to show its stars after the sun setting.

A moment of silence stretched, Eddie looked at you, your profile a dark contrast to the beautiful sunset behind it.

"Same." He said, voice low as he stared at you for a long moment before returing forward, looking a bit down, lost in the process of the moment.

He sighed, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to the one and only.

Hidden emotions and feeling now felt shown, not daring to be shadowed by denying in two's alone time or minds.

≡ ! | a/n: «— Finished! This fic will be on AO3. Also, I will make another post with all the parts for better navigation between my works (^o^)/. Thank you for reading through, I really hope yall liked it as I worked almost 2 months on this bs!»

Parts:

≡ "Three Years, One Fall." p.1

≡ "Three Years, One Fall." p.2

[sstje3z]

"Caught Red-Handed (And Red-Faced)." | Chapters

Part 1 : "Caught Red-Handed (And Red-Faced)." 1/2

Part 2 : "Caught Red-Handed (And Red-Faced)." 2/2

Full Parts (10/10) : "Caught Red-Handed (And Red-Faced)." 10/10 (AO3)

in which:

— The gang + Reader, Whitt and DizzyJah planned a hangout at Eddie's house and kater having a sleepover at his place. You, deciding to grab some snacks in the middle of the night, is met with Eddie. The consequences must be taken.

| tags/TWs : wlm, slow burn, best friends to lovers (?), manhandling (sorta?), loyalty, reader included in friend group, self insert, minor swearing, minimal y/n usage, sleepover, midnight snacks, fastfood, getting payed for, flickering between main and reader, adulthood, friend!PlentyXD, close-friend!3FS, friend!CloakMePls, friend!Whitt, friend!DizzyJah

[sstje3z]

"Three Years, One Fall." 2/3

| fem!reader × best-friend!efsgaming (Eddie)

in which :

— Reader and Eddie are close best friends throught their shared friend, Max, for a while. On one holiday after New Year's, something.. took a turn.

| tags/tw(?) : wlm, slow burn, friends to best friends to lovers, physical trauma, medical help, manhandling (sorta?), loyalty, reader included in friend group, self insert, minimal y/n usage, relative with one of the characters, winter, skiing, holidays, brother!PlentyXD, close-friend!3FS, friend!CloakMePls

≡ ! | a/n : «– Second part of this fic. Soon I think I'll post it on AO3. You can request me any fic idea in the comments bellow btw, I'm thinking on starting another fic as this one is almost finished. How do yall even promote your works, im fine.. Anyways, Enjoy!»

> January 3rd, 4:24 am.

You woke up after the second alarm you set to get ready for the day. Jeez. Yep, shouldn't have gotten to sleep in 11 pm.

Forcing yourself out of the bed, you plop your legs from the tangled sheets on carpeted surface of your floor and walking to the bathroom. Your hand methodicaly reached for your toothbrush and some toiletries on the marble sink, your morning routine started.

Whilst preparing yourself for the new experience, you decided to doomscroll the feed to load your brain for the day. Notifications, right. Several of them actually. It was from the groupchat. Clicking on the new messages, you see screenshots of the booking Max sent last night after call, probably when you dozed off.

Scanning the booking, you turn off your phone and shove it back in the pocket before returning to brushing your teeth, the toothpaste flavor a familiar sting on your gums.

What felt like forever in the bathroom, you stride down to your kitchen and open your fridge, pulling out some pre-cooked stuff you bought from a local shop next door. Basic sandwich with ham, sliced eggs, salad and cucumbers with sause were inside, nothing fancy.

In the quiet of your small kitchen, you looked up at the clock. Close to 5 am. The booking was set at 9 am. You need to move your ass if you don't want to be stuck in traffic, twin! Shoving that meal in your mouth, you decide to wake up Ethan, because knowing him, he would be late. Reaching for your phone in the pocket, you took it out laying down on the kitchen counter, unlocking and opening phone app. Put in your brother's number.

Click—

Beep..

..

On the third 'beep', Ethan answered, voice deep in his ruined slumber. "Dear sister, what the FUCK could you possibly want at 5 am???" The voice on the other end asked, the shuffle of fabric heard clearly in the silence on the end. It was filled with annoyance and sleep. He wanted to kill you bad, trust.

"Get up fatass, I'm picking you up so you better be up and ready for the day at.." You slowed down, looking back at the clock, calculating the time to be enough for you and Ethan on the range between 7 to 9 am. "..7:30. You better be ready."

You mumbled goodbye before Ethan could answer before handing up, turning off your phone and throwing the plastic container in the trash bin. The hot drink in your cup was downed with the last sip before being placed in the sink for later wash, filling it up with a little water so it doesn't stain the cup walls.

Walking upstairs your room, that looked like a rat house, after the new years, you turned your direction in the room. "How you meet the year is how you spend it" they said. Well, its gonna be trashy then. Stepping over piles clothes and clutter on the floor, you open your closet in hope to mind comfortable clothes. You picked up the first pair of jeans and a trusty hoodie with some warm shirt that you wore almost every time when going out in chilling winter..

Something was wrong. You couldn't quite wrap a finger on it. "Would anyone care about how I looked? Would anyone care about it? Ok, why do I care about it?" Banged against your skull, trying to shove this feeling down under. You finally put your clothes on, fixing your hair in the mirror. Well, if you ignore how disgusting the room is, you looked beautiful – atleast to youself. You were good at time placement. It was 6:15. Still had time to pick some stuff with you in a bag, fix your hair and finally put on your coat with shoes and head out.

The car keys twirled in your fingers while you took the stairs down to the parking lot of your garage before the metal doors opened and you marched to your car, starting the engine with a rumble.The buckle on you clicked, you placed your bag on the back seat, the rustling of chips and other sweets hitting against each other a muted sound before you set off on the road.

Morning birds went to their work, trucks passing by you as chunks of snow fell down slowly from sky. Your car moved on the road with ease to Ethan's house. You pull up, waiting outside his house, ready to honk him at any moment.

But something in your mind wasn't right, you knew it. It was definitely not about the traffic, Ethan or your friends. The childish happiness deep inside you was unshakable from the New Year night, especially your Eddie’s message. Something about his New Year message made something stir and twist in your head and stomach.

You leaned down on the steering wheel, heels of your palms pressing on your eyelids, trying to banish those thoughts like something illegal and frightening. But to no advance, the memories of every minor detail, every joke and words decided to resurface in your mind, making you almost loose your mind.

A sharp knock from the passenger's seat window made you jolt up from the steering wheel, your hand slipping down and hitting the honker before you reached to unlock the doors. Ethan was leaning on the window, looking at you through his rimmed glasses, making you smile lopsidedly.

He finally opened the car door, climbing inside with ease, reaching to turn up your music. "You have horrible taste in music, you know that?" He said, voice laced with mockery, glancing at you. You just hit him on his shoulder, making him let out a dramatic "OWW!! Bitch..", before your hand returned on the steering wheel with a laugh. The rest of the ride to the destination was pretty quiet except the blasting music you chose, some comments about the traffic or stupid drivers that were too slow or just straight up annoying.

Ethan started his braindump, spilling out the details of what is about to come in the next. You knew for sure that there would be 3 of his close friends and some other people you didn't know. The one you knew for sure was Max, because you constantly saw him around when you visited Ethan or was around him in any way. And the other two.. You didn't know them that much, but heard them.

You both got to the ski resort. The parking lot was packed with cars and people entering and exiting through the gates. As you trail your way on the parking lot in hope to find free space, you see some familiar cars — Max’s and Eddie’s. Gladly, Ethan was useful for once and found a free space under a pine tree. You parked, turning off your music and your car, both of you stepping out the car.

Your car closed with a signal, after that, you started walking to the entrance, fingers gliding over the screen of your phone, flakes of snow drop on the device, making you annoyed each time you needed to push them all away every few seconds. Opening the groupchat to find the booking details for the entrance worker, you stared at it, making sure you got here in the right time.

Ethan followed you after, rushing next to your side. He started eyeing the crowd, trying to find the group that was about to destroy poor kids with sick tricks. Brother, spotting the guys under the roof near the entrance, gleamed with excitement, waving his hands and shouting to them, seeking attention straight from the parking lot before he started picking up his pace.

"Ethan!" You shout back at him, your glare digging holes in his head but your smile, that was about to break the chill facade, gave you out. Your one hand that was once on the phone was flying to his mouth, your glove covering his mouth but to no hope he was loud enough to make the two of your friends look in your direction.

As the siblings walked to the entrance, Ethan rushed to Max and Eddie, extending his arms to wrap around them in a hug, almost knocking them off their feet while you walked, still trying to shake off of what was left from what happened on the New Year night and the dreading thoughts in your car hours before.

"Haven't seen yall in a year, bro." Ethan joked, squeezing the man in his arms. His voice was now a bit lower and appropriate for the conversation between the group when you came closer.

"Wow Plenty, so original." Eddie said, rolling his eyes in a joking manner before landing on you walking up to them three, his eyes almost softening at the edges, the familiar brown irises looking at you. Max chuckled, finally free from the hug trap.

"Alright pal, wrap it up." Max said before disconnecting with your brother from the hug, nodding to you in greeting manner. You nodded back, waving your gloved hand to the two. You could feel mood swiptching. Like it was getting calmer and natural.

The four of you now were to wait for the last one — Jacob. You decided to ask where he is at the same time trying overlap the horrible jokes Ethan made.

"Oh yeah, he is getting his stuff. He left like.. just before you two came." Eddie answered, looking at the two, Max nodded in confirmation. "Yep, said he left his water bottle there, don't know."It was already 7:29.

Moments after, as if on call, Jacob came, bag on one shoulder, waving his free hand at the group, looping the strap on the other shoulder. The group on the other side greeted back, starting to make their way to entrance gates and finally start the fun.

The lobby felt cozy, warm colours and oak wood covering everything, all that stuff. People of all ages were there, from toddlers to grown ups, each having different plans.

Finally passed the boring stuff. But you couldn't let yourself not to steal a glances at your friend, gladly your hair made it almost unnoticeable. Were you delusional or– god forbid, lovesick? Were you imagining everything you felt was fake and it all was just appreciation and just normal friend stuff? You couldn't even pinpoint why and when this all started, but you knew for sure that if you do something about it, it would change everything in your friendship and maybe even your friend group. That's what you were scared of.

Wooden entrance doors opened, icy wind hitting your face as you are presented with a blinding whiteness of snow slopes and bright clothing of people and equipment like ripe fruits on a bland background. Families and groups like you having fun around the snowy territory. Background music playing, guitar and drum notes energetic. Sound of boards against snow a muffle, like paper being ripped.

Skis glided on steady ground making a sandpaper-like noises from pressure on them. Its all heard in a continuous loop.A blend of coffee, fresh ice, pine, plastic and other metal notes are like a perfume wrapped around the whole resort, a perfect mix for a place like this.

"Oh im so excited for this." Ethan, as he is, went to get a snowboard from a booth on the left where a bunch of other people were waiting in line. Max, Jacob and Eddie went to grab skis, leaving you on a dilemma where to go — follow Ethan and get a snowboard with him or go with others.

"Hey, you coming?" Jacob asked from your right side to get your attention, voice was filled with question. You snapped back, leaving you with no other choice but to follow the three. Boots thuded on wood under you, grouped sound making its way towards the booth on the left.

You scooped next to Eddie, the four walking in pairs now. He turned his head to glance at you almost in surprise or amusement before returning his gaze forward. A small talk between the four of you flowed, the scenery was as breathtaking as ever, sun shining in a pleasant way, casting shadows from buildings in the area.

Jacob rabled about the neighbors dog barking loudly last night, Max craked jokes from time to time, Eddie talked most of the time like always, but something changed, like he was giving you too much eye contact you couldn't shake the feeling off, it almost like glued to your presence even or so when you didn't look. You ignored it for now.

Stopping to wait in line, you started talking already freely, not having a nervous feeling like first time here.

"I dont know, I doomscrolled untill late at night, I dont even know why am I still on feet right now." You said, your voice light and free.

"Oh yeah, no, same for me. Instagram reels be killin' my ass." Eddie added, looking at you, nodding.

"I'm not even surprised, Eddie." You shook your head, making one step forward in the crowd towards the booth.

"I ain't watching all 34 vids you sent, those are allat. Who- no, are you just sending me every video you watched or what??" Added you, brows furrowing in confusion, lips twitching upwards, looking back at him.

"Oh no, you are watching all those 34 videos" Eddie laughed, corners of his eyes crinkling behind his glasses. The light jumped on the rim, them being as bright as he was in your life. Always was. You stared at him like in a trance, smile never faltering before snapping back to reality and realization that you stared.

Turning your head forward to the reservation booth, you four walk forward, grabbing skis and sticks. You picked plain colored ones, nothing fancy. Having everything you needed, you were ready to carry them to the nearest benches, preparing to throw the planks on your shoulder when you felt a hand on your shoulder, gently turning you around.

Of course it was Eddie, his smile was still on. "Oh nah, you aren't carrying those yourself, let me." Before you could protest, he took your skis and threw them on his shoulder with a groan. His pair of skis were on the other shoulder, his nose scrunching just a bit to make you hold your breath like he solved global warming without trying.

You just stared at him, eyes slightly widden, mouth apart just to say something. You wanted to say something like "You didn't have to", "Those are very light", but your mind short-circused.

"Im not that fragile, y'know?" You cleared your throat, saying that after.

"I can't help you out now, huh?" He breathed, holding the two pairs on his shoulder steadily, lifting his brow at you. Jacob was picking his pair, Max was waiting next to him, throwing a look to you two, his skis already in hand, somewhere in their own world.

Eddie, eyeing your face for a moment, kicked your shoulder in a joking manner, snapping you out of it. "Aye, ice statue." He said, voice slightly etched with confusion.

"Huh?" You mumbled, furrowing your brows.

"Oh my god.." Eddie whispered to himself and cackled, fixing your skis on one of his shoulders. "Forget it". He added, looking to the two of his buddies. Jacob picked his skis, signaling others to follow down to benches. Max followed him and you two too followed suit with them to stairs.

"Oh no, you know what? Go trip over, I swear." You added, glancing at him, trying to joke after getting your mind short circused. Gladly you didn't make a face while being in that state.

"Aight'." He said, breathing out through his mouth. You chuckled, heart fluttering like a cloud of butterflies in a spring forest with warmth a company.

You walked down on the wood steps, casually glancing at Eddie carrying your skis still just a bit annoyed. Then, a booming voice that annoyed you all childhood echoed from somewhere upper the resort. Turning your head sharp to the sound, your face switched from confusion to fear and other emotion cycle.

Ethan, on a snowboard with some goofy print, sliding down the slopes across the wide space of resort in your direction, snow blasting from the sides as he came closer and closer. Stepping back from the end of the stairs, you tried to scream at Ethan to stop, padding away from the edge of a wooden platform beneath your feet, hands blocking your face in surrender, ready to get snowed.

You heard the plastic screeching on the snow, getting dreadingly closer each second.

The sound stopped.

You felt a shift infront, blocking whatever could possibly happen right now. Some snow chunks flew past, you felt it. Your hands dared to low down, irises lifting your gaze up. A familiar scent filled your nose – strong morning coffee, saltiness of skin, pinch of linen, colonge and mint notes reeked from a figure before you.

Not Ethan, definitely. The individuals had the same coloured jacket... and scarf.

Wait a fat minute.

Advertising your gaze up, you were inches away from Eddie's face. He stared down at you, blocking the way infront of you, where Ethan was sprinting down on his board, shifting the pairs of skis on his shoulders. Bet he hit Ethan with those.

You straigtened up, facing him. Swore you could hear the erratic heartbeat in every vein of yours. His glasses were a little fogged up and you could feel he was as surprised as you were too. Studying his face that was too close, you almost dared to look at his lips, slightly bitten from being dry, before returning to his face.

The brown irises were looking at your features too – your scared face, your scarf and ,you swore on your mom, he eyed your lips, but as you stared a bit too long at Eddie, he stepped back, slipping out of the hynotic moment.

You stepped back, acting calm as ever. You couldn't do anything more than that, your breathing caught on in the most suffocating way possible.

Hooly shit.. !!!

Behind him, Ethan laughed like he will say the funniest sentence in the world. "Eddie! Watch where you go!" He exclaimed, kicking him on his forearm before leaning on some pole next to him, waiting for everyone to get ready.

"Eddie you party pooper." Max said from behind, dragging his hand from his mouth and down. His voice made you look back at Max, tilting your head to the side. You wanted to dissapear from this embarrassing moment. He definetly saw what happened right here. It felt like those Y/N and CEO stories you saw on social medias that you laughed at.

You started walking back to the benches, keeping an eye on the two infront of you. Attemps of steadying your breathing after this one felt impossible. You are a grown woman goddammit, get a grip!

"Wait, what happened?" Jacob said, rising his head to look at everything, his thin fingers stopping on safety gears on his boots. He was so out of the situation you wanted to cry.

You sat down on the bench, trying to forget what just happened and knowing eyes of Max following you. Knowing him, he will eventually tease about it for the rest of your life of keep it to himself which happens rarely if not pleading for him to not to joke about it. Your eyes met the floor, embarrassing heat rising to your nape felt too childish.

If you could, you would’ve slapped the shit out of you right now.

Eddie, coming next to you, placed your skis and sticks next to you verticaly on the bench, them being leaned on. He sat next to you silently, starting to put on his own skis. He didn't dare to say anything, especially just right after what he did, not thinking even for a moment.

Max, with a smug smile on his face, mirrored the action, sitting down on a bench and slapping those plastic planks on the wood. The gears in his head started turning. How Eddie reacted to you, how you reacted to his actions. Its started piecing together like a rubics cube.

"Plenty is an ass." Eddie simply said, the plastic gear clicking on his boots as he put his foor in the other ski. "Now I'm freezing like a popsicle." The following click of gear followed after.

"Well..." Your nodded, expression still shocked but calmed a bit down. "That's bad." joked you, easing whatever the fuck happened. You stood up, legs scooted with unfamiliar feeling of runners on bottom of your feet. It was the first time in several years that you skied.

The next several hours felt tense, exhaustion building up with each minute. Chatter almost dissapeared, boredom expanded in space of the group. Just skiing down, trying tricks, getting up, repeat.

≡ ! | a/n: «— Eddie needs more clipping bro, I can't see nun of some pics with him on Pinterest, im crashing outtt!!. The last part should be juicy, trust on that 🥹.»

Parts:

≡ "Three Years, One Fall." p.1

≡ "Three Years, One Fall." p.3