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dylanmunson · 9 months

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hello this is your fave i don’t read rpf girlie sliding into the ask box to tell you i simply cannot take another week of imagining what’s gonna happen next! i’m not begging but i’m also not not begging…

i GOTCHU i gotchu ❤️ Wordcount: 3.3K

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Double Or Nothing

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

You woke up before your alarm and took a peek through a squinty eye, only to be met by Joe’s back. He’d pushed the covers way down which meant you got an eyeful of soft skin, but it was sort of okay, because Joe was as far away from you as was possible in your bed. You sighed, contentedly.

Good. This was good. You’d slept in bed together like two friends would. Like cousins would. Hell, like a brother and a sister would. Shared a large mattress and a duvet set, but didn’t let your bodies meet in the night.

Glad you didn’t wake up in an awkward position together, you tugged the covers closer, covering Joe up a bit more as you did. That wasn’t the goal, you just wanted to tuck yourself in a bit more, get two fistfuls of duvet under your chin, but it woke him up.

You could see Joe’s muscles move in his back as he started to roll over, and laying face to face with him was too close. You were absolutely not going to do that, and you could absolutely use morning breath as an excuse if you needed to.

So, as Joe turned over onto his other side, you rolled over onto your stomach, facing away from Joe. There. That felt way safer, and it gave you a chance to check your phone – forty minutes ‘til your first alarm.

Fantastic. It was stupidly easy to fall back asleep with the knowledge that your morning would probably be very normal. Or, you know, as normal and casual as you could pretend all of this was, anyway.

Forty minutes of blissful sleep later, your alarm blared, but you barely even heard it. It was a faraway thing, and you could ignore it for a little while. You always did, because you were a ten out of ten snoozer and had conveniently forgotten to tell Joe that you usually spent about half an hour of each morning listening to an alarm that went off every couple of seconds.

Joe, on the other hand, fucking hated snoozing, and the second your phone had sprung to life with the generic Radar ringtone, he jolted awake. Groaned like he hated being alive. Murmured something about you needing to shut it off.

Which you didn’t.

Expert snoozer. Slept through your alarm on the daily, until somehow your body registered that it’d was the 14th time it went and now you actually did need to get up.

After three seconds of you very clearly not moving to turn off your alarm, Joe took matters into his own hands. Moved and reached over you with a tired arm that patted until he found the source of noise.

He successfully turned off the alarm, and immediately relaxed when silence fell.

And for a second, that made sense. The body stretched out over your back, the face that pressed into your bare shoulder blade with just a thin strap of fabric in between. The relief of sudden silence made sense, but you expected for him to roll off. To tuck his arm back in and sink back into the mattress right next to you.

But he didn’t.

And, um... this wasn’t how cousins slept in beds together.

Joe stayed put, and he felt heavy on your back. Had your arm pinned down in a weird way that made you groan a little when you tried moving it.

Joe just groaned in return, voice lower than you’d ever heard it, and then he shifted enough for you to move your arm upwards to sneak under your pillow.

It only took a minute for your alarm to go again, and from on top of you, you could feel Joe grunt as he reached for it again. Made you tense up your stomach in a soft sleepy chuckle. Joe messed with your phone for a second before putting it back down.

Surely now Joe was going to scoot back over to his spot in the bed. Move his heavy head off of the space between your shoulder blades just below the nape of your neck.

He didn’t.

Instead, he nuzzled into your skin a little. Inhaled deeply before letting out a soft sigh.

“Joe, get off of me,” you barely got the words formed with your face pressed so firmly into the pillow.

“Mmh, five more minutes,” Joe croaked, and you felt how he nosed at your skin, how he moved around a little, fucking scented you almost, and then seemed to relax even deeper.

You offered him a soft whine that was meant to protest what he was doing, but you didn’t move. Didn’t even open your eyes. Because you didn’t have to. You were a snoozer, and this felt nice. Cosy. You felt how Joe tucked his arm into your side in response to your little noises, and so, fine. Five more minutes was all right, you guessed. You knew the alarm would go again in a little anyway.

But then it didn’t, and instead of the next alarm springing you to life, it was Izzy who’d carefully opened the door with an elbow whilst holding two steaming mugs of coffee.

“Good morning, lovebirds,”

Your room was still just as dark because of your black-out blinds, and Joe was still just as heavy on your back. You audibly groaned at the light that streamed in from the hallway.

“I made you some coffee,” Izzy put both the mugs down on your bedside table, not even bothering to bring Joe’s over to his side of the bed, seeing as that’s not where he was. “Enjoy those,” she said, and yes, it was early, and you were barely awake, but you could definitely hear the amusement in her voice as she walked back towards the door. Then, just before she shut the door, she shocked thick concentrated panic straight into your veins by saying, “I’ve got a zoom meeting at 9, so you have about 15 minutes of kitchen access left,”

Wait.

What?

Your eyes shot open like you’d just had four Redbulls on an empty stomach and you reached for your phone, nearly knocking over the two mugs of coffee.

Off.

Dead.

“What time is it?”

Joe finally rolled off of you, stretching, taking his sweet time through an incredibly slow deep inhale.

“What time is it?” you panicked, did your best turning your phone back on again. But the apple logo took too long, and you cursed. Swore. Slipped out of bed and rushed out, on your way to find a clock to yell at because, oh my God, you were meant to be at the office fifteen minutes ago.

“I was meant to be at the office fifteen minutes ago!” you shrieked as you dashed into the bathroom.

Fuck.

You looked awful.

Which, of course you did. Joe had just pressed your face deeply into your pillow for what, two whole hours?

Shit.

“Call the office, tell them you’re working from home,” Izzy offered casually, but you were already washing your face like a boy would, with fast and unkind hands, with fingernails that painfully poked you in the nose.

“Can’t!” you shouted, nearly slipping on the tile that was still wet from when Izzy showered. Usually, you’d be long out of the house before Izzy even got out of bed.

“Did you sleep through your alarm?” Izzy came and stood in the doorway and as she made eye contact with you in the mirror whilst you tried to rake a brush through your hair. That's when you realized that, no, you didn’t sleep through your alarm.

Because your phone was off when you just stumbled out of bed in a hurry.

You heard how Joe sipped some coffee, slurped it again, not insanely obnoxiously like before, but still.

“Joe!”

“Uh oh,” Izzy stepped aside just in time and let you barge right past her, back into your bedroom.

“You turned off my phone? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

Joe looked at you blank faced, a little sheepishly, like he didn’t understand what all the fuss was about. Didn’t understand why you’d just ripped chunks of hair from your scalp because you weren’t being careful. Didn’t understand why your whole pajama top was wet from when you’d just washed your face. Just, sleepy little Joe, eyebrows raised in question all innocently. Like you weren't stood in front of him, ready to dig your nails into his cheeks.

“Um, I...” Joe started, and went to grab your phone, but you were quicker. Snatched it from your bedside table and unlocked it. Two missed calls.

“Fuck,” you swore, and went to call them back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you muttered, pacing the room with one hand in your hair, dreading the reaction of your superior. You stopped to look at Joe, who was still calmly having his coffee, and a wave of anger washed over you. It made you step forward and slap him against his shoulder before balling your hand into a fist and going back in for the same spot. You weren’t quick enough though, and Joe caught your wrist before you could hit him again which developed into a wrestle where you tried to free yourself from his grip whilst Joe tried to make sure you refrained from hurting him or spilling the coffee, just because you overslept this one time.

Then someone picked up, and you froze.

“Hey!” you tried to sound as chipper as you could, be your most professional self even though the state of you right now was anything but.

One last attempt to break free from Joe’s grip made him let you go, and you flipped him off as you left your bedroom to continue your conversation away from him.

This was it.

This was definitely it. Joe turned off your phone at the mere beginnings of your period of snoozing that you needed to properly wake up every morning. Just, turned it off. Didn’t say anything. Didn’t ask you anything. He’d just reached over you, laid on top of you, and had just decided that he was going to turn your phone off.

What the actual fuck.

How did he think he had the actual right to just go ahead and do that?

If that didn’t give you the ick, you didn’t know what would. If any other guy would’ve done that, you’d have never let them stay over again.

After your conversation, where they seemed to be very understanding but you knew, you fucking knew that they’d be talking behind your back about it the second they got off the phone, you got dressed and did the quickest face of make-up you’d ever done. They said not to worry, to not hurt yourself and take your time. Yea, fuck that. Absolutely not. You’d gotten enough weird stares after Joe had randomly shown up at the office – adding being late because ‘something weird must have happened to my phone’ seemed suspicious.

You were not going to add fire to the flame by casually strolling in well past 10.

You found your shoes in the living room where you also spotted Izzy and Joe, sat at the kitchen table. Izzy had already started her meeting, so Joe was silently enjoying his morning coffee.

Fuck him, man. Joe could go and do one.

“Congratulations,” you mouthed from your spot on the sofa when Joe turned to look at you.

You saw Izzy flick her eyes up over her laptop.

“That was it. You won the bet.” You whispered, scared it would disrupt Izzy’s meeting but still needing to be the most passive aggressive version of yourself.

The slightest, smallest, teeny, tiniest bit of panic twinged Joe’s expression before he pouted at you. Like this was a joke.

It wasn’t a joke, you were incredibly annoyed with him.

With your shoes on, you got up and gave Joe a sarcastic smile. You knew he definitely thought you were overreacting, but you couldn’t help the flush of bad feelings, all directed towards Joe. All of it mushed into a big ball of anger that you couldn’t get out, because you had to be quiet, because Izzy was in a zoom meeting.

“I’m sorry,” Joe tried, voice as soft as he could manage it.

You pretended he didn’t even say it and proceeded to walk out. Flipped him off as you did for good purchase.

The sweat patches in your silk blouse had just gone, slightly past noon, when a delivery man walked up to the front desk. Bouquet of flowers in hand, already in a vase, he handed them over and two minutes later, the whole thing got plonked onto your desk.

It left you to explain to half the floor who J scribble scribble was. This man didn’t even fully write his name normally anymore. ‘I’m sorry, will make it up to you tonight’ the card read, and it made you frown a little. Sure, the flowers were a kind gesture, and you liked that he did a little more than just verbally say he was sorry, but you didn’t really feel like hanging out with him tonight.

He'd won the bet.

You could go back to seeing each other in your group once a week. Or less, because Joe was out of the country a lot.

So, you texted him a pic of the flowers, along with the words, “thnx but am busy tonight”.

It only took a couple seconds for you to receive a reply.

“yea you are, i spoke with izzy, we’ve got plans”

Confusion.

“we? is izzy coming?”

“no, but izzy told me something – meet you at south kensington tube station after work?”

Fuck Izzy. What a bitch. You switched to your text thread with your flatmate.

“Fuck you.”

“You’re welcome 😘”

It was just past 6 when you stepped out of the station and met Joe outside. He looked far too dapper for what he was about to get into. However, so did you.

“Hey,”

“Hi,”

For a moment, you just looked at each other.

“You hate this type of stuff,” you stated.

Joe smiled, gave a nod and said, “I do.”

“Just so you know,” you fell into step together, not even trying to hide that you knew exactly where Joe was taking you. “I do too, but I kind of ironically have always wanted to go,”

“Izzy said,”

“And Izzy has always said that she would rather have both her arms pulled off than come with me,”

“Izzy said,” Joe nodded with big panicked eyes, making you laugh.

And it was true. You didn’t have an Instagram account of insane looking staged selfies taken in all the right outfits from all the right angles. Going to Dopamine Land had no actual real purpose in your case. But there was something about going to a museum that was put together just for you to take interesting selfies in. It seemed fun, and so ever since you'd heard of the place, you'd wanted to go.

So, that’s how, 10 minutes later, you lead Joe through weird lit up mirrored rooms, forced him to sit in a bathtub filled with blue plastic balls, danced with him over musical lit up floor tiles and, eventually, pushed Joe into a ball pit filled with milky white plastic balls that he instantly disappeared into.

You’d been a mess of giggles since stepping foot inside the building, but jumping into a ball pit in a pencil skirt and heeled ankle boots was really taking the cake.

You felt like a child. Acted like one too.

Joe didn't fully get into it, but anytime you suggested he'd do something, he went for it and laughed along as he went.

After throwing balls at each other from separate corners of the ball pit for a second, you hit him square on his forehead and it made you laugh so hard, you doubled over and disappeared into the sea of balls. For pay back, Joe got up and launched himself across the, admittedly not that large and a little underwhelming, pit and almost knocked right into you.

A short wrestling match ensued where you shrieked and tried to get away from Joe’s grabby hands that were simultaneously trying to hold you in place by the legs whilst also softly throwing balls right into your face from a far too small distance.

You had to stop playing, because that's what this was, wasn't it, when a family with two smaller children joined you.

“This is so much nicer,” Joe commented when he got up and offered you his hand to try and help you out.

“What do you mean?”

“You, like this. Laughing.”

And as he said it, he pulled you up onto your feet with far too much force. Crashed you right into him, and for a fraction of a second too long, you made eye contact whilst he held you close.

If you hadn't known any better, this would've been a beautiful moment to kiss him.

Oh shit.

You kind of wanted him too. But Joe didn't move. Just kept you close for a little longer than was normal for two friends.

“Yea, well,” you started, a little shakily, and took the opportunity to push Joe back ever so slightly. Just enough to make him lose balance and fall back into the pit.

“You were right, I am a sore loser. Ballie Ballerson next?”

“Fuck off.”

Your mention of the bet was what prompted Joe to say, “I don’t think you’ve actually lost the bet,” a little later when you were sat opposite each other having dinner. You’d taken three steps outside to find an Italian restaurant that looked nice enough and it took less than a second to decide it was where you were going to have a bite.

“I’ve totally lost, are you joking?” you theatrically answered, big facial expressions, lots of intonation.

“Yea, but I’ve said sorry, and, here we are,” Joe gestured at the table, a the space in between the two of you. “How often does that happen to a guy who’s given you the ick?”

You thought a second.

“Exactly, they don't get dates after you've written them off,” Joe proved his point.

“No, that’s not fair. We’re friends and that’s why we’re out having food together. Had you been a random date and you’d unwarrantedly gone through my phone–”

“I didn’t go through your phone,”

“You went through my phone.”

“I turned it off.”

“You grabbed my phone whilst I was asleep, and you turned it off–”

“You were not asleep,”

“I actually wanted to murder you this morning, I was so fucking angry,”

“And look! Here we are!”

You bickered like an old married couple. Paused for a sip of your wine whilst you gave each other looks.

Joe looked good.

All handsome.

You were also getting wine drunk.

“Anyway,” you said when you put your glass down, ready to put this all to rest. “You gave me the ick. You won. The end. What did we say... week of favours starts Monday?”

And Joe narrowed his eyes at you. Didn’t believe a single word of what you were saying. But sure, if this was how you were going to go about this, how you were going to play this game, Joe could think of something to play along.

Why not?

This held every potential to get interesting. To get interesting real fast.

“Okay fine. Week of favours starts on Monday.”

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dylanmunson · 10 months

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Babe, wake up, new prompt coming!

I found this cute image on Pinterest and it had me thinking: what if reader spends a whole afternoon crafting these little messages and then she sneakily hides them around Eddie's stuff. Every time he finds one, goes to reader and gives her a kiss, then stores it in a tin box 🩷💋

𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼

Summary: You make love letters for Eddie.

Author's note: Mea I'm so sorry it took me forever to write this request! I hope you enjoy it! Also thank you to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple, @ryan-waddell11 and @orchidmunson for their endless encouragement <3

CW: None, just a whole lotta fluff and Eddie being a dork.

Word count: 1.2k

Any hate will not be tolerated, constructive criticism is welcomed.

Being at Eddie’s apartment alone while he was away working wasn’t an uncommon thing for either of you, he had given you a key to his apartment for a reason, after all. Although you two hadn’t made the full step of moving in together yet, you still spent a lot of time at his apartment whenever you could fit it into your schedule.

You were sat at Eddie’s kitchen table with every kind of stationary imaginable scattered all around you; every shade of pink and white paper, felt tip pens, glitter and endless amounts of glue.

Since Eddie’s phone had broken several days beforehand and he was far too busy with work and couldn’t fit it within budget for the month to get it fixed, you decided to make love notes for him to read every day. You made notes for every occasion; if he felt sad, if he did something amazing, he missed you or even just needed to be told he was loved.

Although your arts and crafts skills weren’t perfect and you ended up with far too much glitter and glue all over your fingers, you were still proud of the notes you were able to make. You knew your art teacher from primary school would be proud of what you’d made, even if when you had lessons with her she hated your guts.

You had almost finished the final note and put them in a jar by the time Eddie walked inside, you felt him gently scratch the top of your head before wrapping his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. “Well this is a nice surprise to come home to.”

You felt the warm burn inside your stomach as you squeezed his arm, happy to be back where you felt like you belonged. “I missed you, of course I’d be here.”

It had only been a couple of days since you last saw each other, but it always felt like an eternity. Being with Eddie was the only place you truly felt safe, it was like coming home every time he brought you into his arms.

Before you and Eddie had gotten together; you’d never believed in that kind of stuff, that home could be a person instead of a place and you thought the people who said that stuff were talking nonsense. But now you understood them, and you just had to wait to find your person.

Eddie glanced over at the mess on the kitchen table, not daring to touch anything with his dirty fingers from working on cars all day. “Whatcha doing here, princess?”

You leaned into him, rubbing his arm with your hand. “It’s a surprise.”

He placed a hand over his eyes once you revealed it was a surprise. “I’m not looking, I swear!” he moved away from you, keeping his hand over his eyes, causing you to laugh. “I’m gonna go have a shower, you wanna order a pizza?”

“Sure,” you answered through your continued laughter as Eddie felt around his apartment to get to the bathroom, hitting his feet and legs on various pieces of furniture along the way. Your boyfriend was an absolute dork, but you loved it far too much, although you knew he acted like that just to make you laugh and he couldn’t ever get enough of that laugh.

You waited until he was safely in the shower to finish the last note and put it into the jar before promptly hiding it in your backpack, being sure Eddie would never find it accidently, not that he’d ever go through your belongings, but you were still cautious. After washing your hands thoroughly, you cleared the kitchen table of your project and grabbed your laptop to order pizza.

Sure, phoning Dominos to place your order was easier but Eddie’s pizza orders were always special to put it simply. That man couldn’t settle for a simple margarita pizza to save his life, nay, he had to have some weird combination that changed in a frequent basis. His current favourite pizza? Tandoori chicken and burger sauce with stuffed crust. As odd as it sounded, you did have a slice and it was pretty good, so you couldn’t exactly hate him for that.

You’d just finished placing the order when Eddie came out donned in just a towel, another towel in his hair trying to dry it before lowering it to cover his face completely. “Is it safe to come out?”

You let out another laugh, nodding your head. “Yes, you muppet, it’s safe. Pizza’s been ordered and it should be here in a bit.”

Taking the towel away from his face, he smirked at you and began to slowly walk across his apartment towards you, deliberately allowing his towel to slip down his body. Watching him with a smirk matching his, you shook your head. “Don’t even think about it, mister, we got pizza coming and I don’t wanna get interrupted by the doorbell again.”

He pouted and pulled up the towel, sulking his way into the bedroom. He came back a few minutes later in his usual jeans and dark red hoodie, one you’d frequently steal from him to wear when the weather got a bit cold.

You closed your laptop lid as he wrapped his arms around you again, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head once you rested your back against his chest. The pair of you stayed in content silence until the loud knock on the door to signal your pizzas had arrived. You began to get up, but Eddie placed his hands on your shoulders to keep you seated, “I’ll get them baby,” he murmured into your hair before answering the door.

Eddie had fallen asleep after devouring his pizza and watching a season and a half of Derry Girls while cuddling with you on the couch, his head nestled into the crook of your neck, feeling his breath on your skin with his arms wrapped tightly around your middle, keeping you close to him.

You slowly got out of his grasp, being careful not to wake him up, although Eddie was quite a deep sleeper and not a lot of things woke him up. As quietly as possible, you moved around his apartment, tidying up the pizza boxes before turning off the TV and putting a blanket over Eddie.

Getting the jar out of your backpack, you began to place the notes around Eddie’s apartment; on every table, in some books, in the wardrobe, on the fridge and in every single pocket you could think of. Once you’d finished, you gently shook Eddie awake just enough to get him in bed and properly asleep before you followed him soon after, cuddling into him as you easily fell asleep.

In the morning, you were woken up by an endless amount of kisses all over your face, lips, neck, chest, and hands. At first, you were too sleepy and groggy to fully realise what was happening but as you slowly started to wake up, you moved Eddie’s kisses up to your lips and kissed him back. “What’s all the kisses for?” you whispered against his lips.

Eddie gave you a couple more kisses before answering your question. “I found some of your notes, and I thought since my girl was being so loving with her notes; I thought I would be loving back and wake her up with as many kisses as I can give her before work.”

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