Gossiping Old Ladies

Sleepy Cuddles

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Type: fluff

Requested by: @tripthlightfantastic

Request: i’d die for eddie cuddling reader when they can’t sleep (i have the worst insomnia lol)

A/N: Thank you for requesting! (It takes me ages to fall asleep as well lol so I know the feeling.) I actually really enjoyed writing this, it was really cute. It did end up being shorter than I thought it would be, but I hope you enjoy! If you do, keep in mind that my requests are open!

Warnings: none

Word Count: 436

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With a sigh, you turned over for what felt like the hundredth time since you’d laid down a few hours prior. As an insomniac, the experience wasn’t exactly uncommon - just incredibly unwelcome. You turned your head, checking the clock which read 3:26 in big bright red letters. Huffing out another exasperated breath, you turned again, this time facing the other figure in the bed, who, unlike yourself, had fallen asleep hours ago.

For as long as you’d been staying over at his trailer, Eddie had never had any trouble falling asleep quickly. He knew about your sleeping problems, sure, and he always vowed to stay up and try to help you fall asleep to no avail. But sometimes, like tonight, you’d see him stir in his sleep from one too many movements on your behalf. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking a couple times before noticing your soft e/c eyes watching him.

“Can’t sleep?” He murmured softly, sleep still lacing his voice as he tried desperately to wake himself up a bit more for your sake. You nodded, knowing you didn’t have to explain yourself. He just understood. Without a word, he lifted his arm towards you, gesturing for you to come closer. You flipped yourself around and shifted closer, your back pressed against his chest, letting him be the big spoon tonight. He let his arm drop once you were situated, resting it across your waist and letting his other arm snake around your chest, pulling you closely against him. You felt him bury his face in your hair, his light breaths tickling the back of your neck and making you giggle, which in turn, made a lazy smile grace his lips.

You were so grateful for Eddie. You both knew the only way you could get to sleep at this point was if you were in his arms, and him being the fidgety person he was, he never stayed in one position very long whilst sleeping. However, for you, he was willing to lay in the same way for hours just to let you get a little bit of sleep.

You heard him yawn from behind you, and you knew he was barely keeping his eyes open, but he was trying for you. As your eyes finally began to droop, you felt him place a gentle kiss to the back of your neck, followed by a barely audible “I love you.” “Mmm, love you too,” you whispered back, nestling your body back into his and finally allowing yourself to drift off into a peaceful slumber with the love of your life beside you.

i dont know if anything will ever hit me quite as hard as baby viktor's outfit literally being a mini version of singed's

You know what doesn’t make sense?!? Nancy, Steve and robin being choked by vecna’s stupid tentacles and leaving without a scratch. Also Steve was attacked by bats as well but the mf is still alive. Love me some stupid plot armor.

Cant wait for the duffer brothers bullshit response to everyone being upset over Eddie’s death.

“If we knew people were going to like him from the start we wouldn’t have killed him off”

Justice for Eddie fr fr

Reverse Curse Technique could heal many things if the recipient willed it. It could not heal a broken heart or the feeling of betrayal. Yuji Itadori's death had been one of the most traumatic things that ever happened to Megumi. If the boy really thought about it -- it was the most traumatic thing he had witnessed. Tragedy was in his name; he was not a blessing. The people around him died or fell to tragic circumstances. He wasn't one to think beyond the realm of possibility, but it really either the world hated him from the moment he was born or being born a sorcerer attracted doom.

Megumi put all his hopes on a boy that would die eventually and in a tragic way, and he had dulled himself into thinking he gave Yuji the best outcome that fateful night. The optimistic puppy of a boy had been given a fighting chance yet was driven into a world of death. Megumi didn't know what he regretted more -- persuading Satoru Gojo to let him live or letting Yuji enter his heart so easily. Like with the death of his mother, the abandonment by his father, his sister's comatose state, and now Yuji's death... he smothered the emotions and built another layer of walls around himself.

It hurt. It really fucking hurt. He should've been relieved and overjoyed seeing Yuji pop out of that box with the dumbest smile on his face; Megumi felt betrayed by two people. He couldn't reflect on it during the Goodwill event, but he reflects on it now. The last of Shoko Ieiri's bandages were peeled off even before he was fully healed, and he stared at his sorry appearance in the mirror. Tokyo had won, they had played their little baseball game, but Megumi's heart wasn't in it. It had been with Yuji, and it had died when Yuji died. It was hard picking up the pieces after that. He couldn't face their sensei and he couldn't face the boy of his affections.

He slapped cold water onto his face and discarded his bandages then exited the bathroom. He heard Yuji's voice before he saw the familiar head of pink, and quickly diverted his path. Worst case scenario he could use his shadows to sneak back inside his room. The two boys had not seen each other since the event ended, and Megumi was not ready to open up a heart he had damned. He stepped outside the dormitory hall where he summoned his black Divine Dog, and both of them moved to the treeline. His shikigami were his only REAL friends. They did not lie; they were a part of his soul. He kneeled down beside the trees, beneath their shadows, and rubbed his wolf-like shikigami. The Divine Dog knew how Megumi was feeling and nuzzled its face into the boy's nape for comfort.

@fateofflames

how do y’all think haymitch felt when katniss came back to him all “i want wiress, beetee, and mags as allies” in catching fire? hand-picking his two and a half men(tors)!!

“of course you do” as his response now means so much more bc he’s not just exasperated he’s like “you really are me with a braid”

fluffy hcs abt when eddie munson gets sad and reader comforts him?

Yes.

Comforting Eddie Munson Headcannons

For starters, the main reasons he’s likely to be upset is the overwhelming amount of hate people could be imposing on his band, people not making it to Hellfire, or people bullying him naturally.

He normally doesn’t let hate or bullying get to him since technically he’s a grown ass man and does what he wants, but eventually it does start to hurt a little.

Another reason would be insecurities about you, people have always said that you’re “out of his league” (even if you’ve always reassured him that if anything he’s out of your league)

He’d get really bothered by any comments about you, especially if some hot-shot dickhead made it. (Jason, Steve, etc.)

He’d NEVER tell you though.

No matter how up-front and carefree he is, he doesn’t want you to feel guilty or like it was your fault.

Even if he knew that if he was with anyone else it’d still happen.

Because people suck.

Of course, your s/o senses start tingling and you confront him as to why he’s been so down lately.

He brushed it off as just being tired from late nights of practice and d&d.

But he knows you’re not stupid.

You leave it there for that night but bring it up again a few days later.

It takes an hour of nagging and receipts to get him to admit that he’s been feeling off.

He finally admits that he’s super bothered by how many people gawk at you and how you could have so much better than some random freak, metalhead, nerd loser.

You were actually in disbelief.

You just said, “I probably could have better”, and it literally crushes him.

It felt like his heart was stomped into a lava pit! But before you could feel like you just kicked a puppy 18 times, you reassured him,

“But don’t you think I would’ve chosen that by now if I wanted ‘better’.” He just looks up at you,

“What do you mean?”

“Eddie, you’re all I’ve ever wanted, why would that suddenly change because some asshole said so? The government says D&D is bad and have we ever stopped playing?”

This sudden overwhelming feeling of love rushes over him and he crawls into your arms, sobbing,

“B-But, no one likes me,” he hiccups, “W-Why do you even like me?”

“I don’t like you Eddie, I love you, so much. Why? I’ll never know, but I’ll always be here.” He always loved how you worded things.

You just cradled him for the next hour and a half, assuring him that you weren’t going anywhere and that nobody could change that.

And although he believed you, he clutched onto you for dear life, just in case.

After that, you’d flaunt him in public like a shiny new object.

You’d begin showing him off to all your friends in school and you’d take them to his shows.

You’d occasionally invite a few people to come to a few campaigns, teaching them how to play.

Eddie had literally never been more in love.

Just the feeling that you cared that much was enough to make his heart explode on its own.

AND THAT WAS ACTUALLY ADORABLE. Also, since this thought came to me randomly, Eddie’s totally the type to say “the time? oh, it’s like two-and-a-half.” just to bother someone bc he’s a little shit

jayce and his disregard for personal space

Rebranding because the last time I did that I was in my Stranger Things hyperfixation and I want this to be a more broad account lol