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Ring
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Ring
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Ring
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Reed accepted the call groggily in his half asleep state. You’ve been calling him at ungodly hours at night (or I guess in the morning?) for around two weeks now and you were texting him at these times a month before that. Reed was expecting your call, you never failed to wake him from his slumber but he was half hoping that you forgot tonight or actually completed your homework or fell asleep.. Only half though.
“Dammit, what do you want? It’s 3 am?”
“I’m bored.”
“Are you actually bored or did you forget to do your homework again?” Reed yawns, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was tired, very tired, and truthfully a part of him wanted to leave the call, turn his phone off, and deal with you later when he’s actually well rested but he wouldn’t. If he acted on impulse and just left whenever he felt like it, there's a 99.9% chance that most of your work would never get done and you’d fail calculus. A part of him wouldn’t let him turn his back on you and make you deal with the consequence of your actions. He couldn’t do that even if he wanted to.
“I finished my homework I’m actually bored this time” You were on the cusp of protesting that you always do your work and that the question was dumb but you knew better than Reed that that would be a complete and total lie. If it wasn’t for him practically keeping you on an academic leash you would’ve flunked out of college in the first semester so the question wasn’t completely unreasonable (as much as it pained you to admit).
“I mean I
tried
to go to sleep but I’ve been staring at the ceiling for only god knows how long so I went ‘Hey! Reed probably wouldn’t mind if I called him right about now’ “
“Normally, no. At 3 in the morning? Yes, absolutely.”
“You haven’t hung up on me though.”
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Reed sighs in defeat, hey really can’t win against you can he?
“Fair enough, what did you want from me anyways? A lullaby? A warm glass of milk? A kiss goodnight?”
“Would you
actually
do that if I asked?”
“No.”
Yes
“You wound me Reed.” You put a hand to your chest dramatically topped off by a fake gasp which earns you a eyeroll, scoff, and (tiny) smile from Reed.
“You didn’t answer my question, what did you want
me
to do about your insomnia problems?”
“I don’t know, for you to just.. Stay and talk to me for a bit?”
“Couldn’t you just, I don’t know, put on one of those asmr things?” Reed sent a message through text, probably not the best example of what he was talking about but it was close enough.
“Yeah but it’s different if you do it, it’s special”
“How?”
“Because you’re doing it, you usually make things better.”
Shrug
*Reed felt his cheeks get warmer at the compliment(?) Your words shouldn’t have that much affect over him, it was a distraction he was actively losing sleep over but it wasn’t the worst feeling, not for now at least.
“Hellllo? Earth to Reed?” Right. He was mid conversation.
“Yeah, my bad, sorry. So uh-... How was your day?”
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As you drift off to sleep to the sound or Reed's voice you remember the reason your brain was keeping you awake, you left the faucet on...... It's fine, it can wait until tomorrow... Probably