u lie awake, staring up at the dark ceiling of ur bedroom, contemplating calling eddie and possibly waking him. u roll over, the alarm clock on ur bedside table blinks a bright red 3:17. eddie would be asleep by now.
he knew about ur insomnia lately; how it was worse than usual. it had never been so bad in ur life. it seemed to be better when u slept at his though. in his bed. w his arms wrapped around u and the steady thump of his heartbeat in ur ear.
but u were home now after spending the weekend at his. he’d told u to call him if u couldn’t sleep, no matter what time in the night. he’d insisted, in fact; hated the idea of u lying awake, tossing and turning and exhausted without him there to comfort u. his uncle worked night shifts so there was no one to wake but eddie.
u sighed in the darkness. u felt bad. but he had insisted. and u know he cares about u. wants u to be able to sleep, not be yawning with dark purple circles under ur eyes when u come over for movie night.
picking up the phone on ur nightstand, u switch on the lamp only for a moment—eyes squinting as they adjust to the seemingly harsh light—to dial eddie’s number before switching it off again.
the phone rings for several long beep beep beeps before it stops as eddie picks up the phone, voice deep and rough with sleep as he speaks into the phone, “hello?”
“hi,” u say meekly, soothed just from the brief sound of his voice.
eddie recognizes it’s u right away.
“oh, sweetheart. what’re u still doing up, baby? thought it was getting better,” he sounds concerned. u hadn’t meant to worry him. only wanted comfort and company.
ur eyes prickle with tears. u hadn’t expected to become overwhelmed like this. but here u were.
“can’t sleep, eds,” your voice cracks as u say it. “miss ur face,” you add on. because u do. know everything would be alright if he was next to u.
“miss u too, pretty. u been up all night?”
u sniffle, “yeah.”
“want me to sing t’you?” eddie slurs slightly, clearly sleepy.
“please.”
u recognize the song immediately. he’d sung it to u once before when u mentioned how much u loved the song and u were surprised he’d known all the words as it wasn’t the type of song u thought he’d ever listen to.
his singing is closer to whispering the lyrics than actual singing, but he’s still crooning softly in ur ear, still hitting some of the correct notes. either way, it soothes you.
“like a river flows, surely to the sea, darling so it goes, some things are meant to be.”
eventually, he finishes the song. his deep, sleepy, yet melodic voice definitely lulled u into a state of calm, ur tears all dried up by now. but ur not sleeping.
eddie whispers, barely audible, into the phone, “sweetheart? u asleep?”
u feel like ur about to disappoint him w ur answer. but it’s not his fault.
“no. but u sounded really pretty. thank u.” and u really are appreciative.
“okay, m’comin over,” eddie says decidedly, easily.
“oh, no, eds, u don’t have to, i’ll be-” fine, u were about to say. you’d be fine. but u knew the only way u were getting to sleep tonight was if he was next to u, running his hands soothingly over ur arm, his body draped over u, the weight lulling u to sleep easily.
“i’ll be there in 10. can’t have u up all night; u need ur sleep, honey.” he cuts u off, explaining gently.
“okay,” u respond bc u know he won’t take no for an answer; ur too important to him.
“see u soon, sweet thing.”
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You're super sleepy and therefore not fully in control of yourself as you nose Eddie's t-shirt up his stomach. The man giggles, hands suspended above your head in confusion.
"What're you doin' there, Y/N?"
You get frustrated with the lack of progress and shift so that you can tug Eddie's shirt up to his chin, ignoring his bemused protests. Your eyes land on his spider tattoo and you smile affectionately before ducking your head to give it a kiss.
"Night night, Spidey."
Eddie's surprised laugh is loud and he crushed you in his arms, rolling until you're under him. "That was fuckin' adorable, sweetheart!" His voice is thick with love and it makes your heart stop in your chest. "I love you. So much."
The way you arch up to give him a kiss says everything you have words for, and everything you don't.
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“joseph quinn is the sexiest man alive” i say into the mic, the crowd boos. i begin to walk off the stage in shame. “no, she’s right!” i hear a voice in the back say. the lights come on. it’s jamie campbell bower.
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