Softness

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i don’t know what it is, but this guy holds you so tight against his chest that you struggle to even breathe. and that’s only when he’s not directly on top of you, his face nestled into the space between your shoulder and neck, just taking in your smell. it takes all your strength not to sneeze and wake him up when his unruly curls tickle your nose.

if you try to push him away, expect him to get grouchy and mumble. even if he is fully asleep, this man will know. there is no escape from the world’s softest metalhead.

he’s also got this habit of holding your breasts as he sleeps. there’s just something about the warmth and the softness of them that he finds so comforting. bonus points for if he also gets to throw his leg over your hip, that way every single part of you is touching him.

eddie always has the best night’s sleep when you’re over at his trailer. as for your quality of sleep? maybe not so much, but you’d do anything to hear his soft little snores as he burrows his nose further into your neck.

Jasper Hale Headcanon

(No real warnings, just a small bit of want I think it would be like dating Jasper/Major)

~Jasper is not the jealous type.  Not even a little bit.

        •He is secure in himself and in your relationship

        •He can feel exactly how you feel about him which means idiots like Mike Newton don't get under his skin when they flirt, and they always do

        •It actually makes Jasper feel good to know that his girlfriend is so desirable, he knows his girl is beautiful, he's not blind

        •Hands however.  Hands is a different story.

        •The moment it stops being innocent flirting and someone thinks they have the ability...The Right...to put their hands on you, that's when it stops being funny or sweet or anything but enraging to the ex Major of the southern armies

        •One of the football players got his wrist snapped the first time he touched you and no one ever put their hands on you again

        •Carlisle was called into the principles office to meet with the boys parents, his parents left scolding their son on the way out and Jasper went home with his girl.

~Rosalie and Jasper have become like twins over the years of playing them and she's very protective of him.

        •She hates you at first

        •Absolutely despises you

       •Jasper actually has to put his foot down with her eventually as she scares you a bit too much and he will not have anyone frightening his mate

        •It takes about 6 months but she does come around when she overhears you sticking up for her brother to your group of friends who seemed to think that because they were your friends they could talk about your boyfriend however they wanted.  They pointed out how angry he looked, or pained, or how he never spoke to anyone asking things that were none of their business until one of them pointed out his scars having seen some on his hands in a class she sat beside him in and the moment Rosalie heard you Go Off on your friend was the moment she decided she actually approved.

~Speaking of his scars, he can't believe you don't care about them

        •It is one of the few things Jasper can't stand about himself and the first time you actually saw them the feeling that washed over you from him accidentally projecting was sickening.

        •He was shocked when you started yelling at him...yelling at him...

        •You made it very clear how you felt about them and about his time with Maria, none of it being his fault.  He did what he was taught and had no concept of another way of life for a vampire, he fed like he was taught and fought like he was taught and in your opinion it was 100% Maria's fault.

        •You nearly made him cry when you took the time to kiss along every single scar you could see with your weak human eyes, moving from his arms to his neck and jaw before kissing him.

        •That was your first kiss and it was perfect for the both of you, neither of you being able to imagine a more tender or loving moment and he never again spoke about his hatred of the scars on his body, at least nowhere you could hear him

~The Major was something that Jasper had briefly spoken to you about, not wanting to scare you with the idea of an alternate personality, promising you he had complete control of it, until of course he didn't.

•The first time you met the Major was in your bedroom when you were both alone in your house, which scared you at first but now you realize was a good thing, not needing everyone in his house to run in and try to restrain him from you.

•The Major was someone that previously only Rosalie could really deal with as she was the only person he didn't dislike, both Carlisle and Edward being too uptight, Alice and Emmett being too excitable and in your face and Bella being too...tasty. The only other person who never had to worry around him was Esme, who he found sweet and almost innocent in how kind she was to him the first time everyone met him when he tried to tear Emmett's head off.

•You had just come back from visiting the Rez with Bella and Jasper was unaware that it was happening until Bella came to their house that night to see Edward and casually mentioned it. He was at your house in less than a minute. By the time he got there he was aware that The Major was just as upset as he was but he needed to see that you were okay.

•'It's okay Jazz, it's not a big deal, I hung out with Paul all the time when we were kids and I visited Forks to see my dad, he was my best friend. Yeah he's a bit more...wolfy now, but it's alright and he got plenty far away from me when he got mad.'

'He shifted in front of you?! You saw him?!'

'Yeah but it's fine, he was just pissed when he found out I was dating a vampire but if he wants our friendship to continue he's gonna have to deal with it...Jazz? Are you okay? You're grabbing at your head like you're in pain, I didn't think vampires could get headaches...Ja-'

'Jasper ain't here right now.' It took him a second but he straightened up, his back almost rigid and his accent thicker than you had ever heard it before. 'Don't be afraid, I can feel how scared ya are Sugar, ya don't need to be. You're my mate as much as ya are Jasper's and I would never hurt my mate.'

•You didn't feel threatened by him at all knowing he was right, Jasper would never hurt his mate and that means The Major wouldn't either. You argued about him not wanting you on the Rez anymore but you stood your ground, determined to keep your childhood friend as long as you could, knowing he wouldn't be able to see you again once Jasper changed you. He clearly wasn't used to you like Jasper was, arguing much longer than he would have and eventually getting kicked out when he tried to put his foot down on the subject, only getting a chuckle from you at the idea of that.

•You waited into the night for Jasper to come back and around 10 o'clock your window opened again, your blond Texan emerging from the cold but as soon as you saw his body language you knew it still wasn't him.

•'I thought I told you to get out. I don't want a man that thinks he can control me in my room and I-'

'I'm sorry.'

'-don't-huh?'

He took a deep unneeded breath before continuing. 'I need to apologize Sugar, first time ya met me and I pitched a hissy fit. I'm sorry...I won't try and stop ya from seeing your friend anymore but...please be careful, I want phone calls when you go and when you're coming back, pick ya up at the border myself if ya need, don't hide it no more and I swear to god if one of 'em hurts ya there ain't a treaty in the world that'll stop me, I'll kill 'em all, I-' you shut him up with a forceful kiss and his hands grabbed your waist instantly, enjoying his first time getting to kiss you when you pulled back, looking at what you felt in his hand. 'Oh, I uh-I got ya this. Know ya like 'em stuffed animals, Jaspers gotten you like 20 of 'em but uh...I don't remember much from being human, I mean Jasper doesn't uh-anyway I remember huntin' with someone and black bears is one of the only things I remember and I tried to figure if ya had one or not and...well I got this one for ya.’

•That pulled at your heart strings and you took the stuffie, pulling him over to your bed and snuggling in with him for the rest of the night. Somewhere through the night Jasper came back to himself, actually waking you up to make sure you were okay, physically and with him all around.

•You are the only person that has ever accepted Jasper so easily in everything, everything he's insecure about and everything most people are scared of but you love him too much not to.

I got a little carried away with the Major bit but I have quite a few firm thoughts about him and what he's really like so, maybe more in the future if you want.

Hiii I literally love you and your writing especially your Eddie writing!!! Anywaysss, could I request a shy!reader where they and Eddie are dating but they kinda kept it on the down low but reader was having a bad day and was being all clingy and like everyone found out and the hellfire club was just like 😮

hi i love u ty for ur request! hope this okay ♥️ shy!fem!reader | 1k words

You know you shouldn’t go to his club. It’s not fair of you. Hellfire is one of his sacred nerd rituals. As soon as he sees you like this he’ll put it on pause, and you also know – one of the only things you do know about Dungeons and Dragons — that stopping in the middle of a game interrupts the flow.

Still. You’re feeling a little selfish and a lot strung out. Today has sucked and all you’ve done is wish he was there to make you feel better, so you walk down the hallway to the club room and stand at the door, trying to summon the courage to open it.

On the other side, Mike Wheeler catches a flash of your clothes through the small glass panel and frowns. He jabs Dustin Henderson hard in the side, earning a, “What the fuck, dude?” that Mike quickly shushes.

“There’s a girl outside,” he says.

Girls are… uncommon, at Hellfire.

Dustin leans forward to look around Mike’s torso and forgets to whisper. “Is she crying?”

Eddie looks up, annoyed at being interrupted by the newbies and about to delve into a speech on respecting your dungeon master when his gaze slides past them. He spots your torso, your hands pulled up to your chest, and he knows it’s you. From the curve of your arm alone.

He’s half standing when you knock.

The rest of the group gawp as he stands. Usually, Eddie would either ignore whoever it is or have someone else answer, and his sudden willingness is downright shocking.

He cracks the door open. He’s barely had time to take in your tear stained cheeks when you’re whispering apologies. “I’m really sorry,” you say quickly, pulling the sleeves of your soft cardigan down over your hands. “I needed to see you.”

“What happened?” he asks, trying for hushed like you but missing the mark.

Mike and Dustin make incredulous faces at each other, eyes squinted in confusion.

“Who the fuck is that?” Mike asks.

Lucas Sinclair grins from across the table. “Who do you think?”

“You know her?” Dustin questions. He sounds pissed to have been kept out of the loop.

“Nope,” Lucas says, elbows sliding over the crinkling paper of his character sheet as he pulls in his chair. “I’ve never seen her before in my life. But that’s definitely his girlfriend.”

A handful of laughs from around the table. “Yeah, right,” Gareth says.

Lucas leans in even closer, practically conspiratorial as he points to Eddie’s dirty-white sneakers. “Look, see how close they’re standing?” When nobody looks convinced, Lucas glares. “I know what I’m talking about!”

He really does. The toes of your shoes are a hair's-width from Eddie’s, face to the ground as you scrub your wet cheeks. Telling him about your bad day has made it somehow feel better and worse, and your breathing comes shallow.

“I’m sorry,” you say again. “I know you’re playing your- um, your game.”

Eddie glances over his shoulder. The large majority of the group whip their faces back to their sheets, caught. He shoots a scowl at them all, though any annoyance slips away when he turns back to you. You look so sad.

Eddie doesn’t really think about it. He steps out into the hall and lets the door close behind him, arms wrapping around you placatingly. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“It’s been a really shitty day,” you say hoarsely.

“I know,” he murmurs, rubbing your back. Your shoulders tremble under his palm. “You should’ve found me earlier.”

“I didn’t want to ruin your game.”

“You haven’t. They’re on break,” he promises.

It’s a total lie but he couldn't care less about the campaign, not when you’ve come unraveled. You nod into his chest and worm your shaking hand around his waist, squeezing so tightly it aches. His head tucks over yours like it was made to and he wills some stillness into you, perturbed by your shuddering. He hates when you get like this. You're so wound up you can’t calm yourself down.

Inside the club room, there’s a riot of whispering, some quieter than others.

Lucas sits back in his chair smugly. “Dude, you have a girlfriend. You shouldn’t be so surprised,” he says to Mike.

Mike peers through the glass door with a mild disgust. “Me and my girlfriend don’t do that.”

“That is not true.”

“We don’t-“

“No, they really don’t,” Dustin agrees. “They’re too busy trying to swallow each other.

Anyone who’d been listening starts to laugh, worse when Mike’s cheeks flare red and he flips them all the bird. The laughter quickly dies when the door opens and Eddie returns, his sad maybe-girlfriend trailing behind him.

“Someone get a chair for Y/N,” is all he says.

You look like you might burst into flames on the spot. Everyone’s eyes are on you. You hate it.

“Thank you,” you say, though you aren’t sure who you’re thanking as somebody passes you a chair. Eddie sits back in his ‘throne’ and you sit beside him, cheeks dry but eyes still red and face downtrodden.

Eddie leans back and rolls his eyes at the silence. “She’s my assistant for today's session,” he says concisely, before any of them think they have the right to ask.

Eddie can’t hold your hand and you don’t think you could survive it in front of so many people, but when the game starts back up and everyone is distracted he pushes his foot behind your calf and pulls your leg toward him. There’s a smile on his face as he orchestrates the next dungeon, his pen scratching down notes you don’t understand.

He rips a page from his notebook and passes it to you covertly.

You take it and let it lie against your thighs. When you read it, you struggle to suppress a giddy smile.

Prettiest assistant ever. Think she'll let me take her out tonight?

He likes his chances.