Sometimes All You Can Do Is Lay Under 3 Large Blankets While Holding Onto A Stuffed Animal

“One, two, three…”

“baby, when are you gonna stop.” He flushes.

All of your attention was set on him and his perfect face. The freckles littering his skin, god it made him so beautiful. You never understood how he could hate them.

“Never. You’re so handsome ‘dashi.”

His hands fly to cover his face, an attempt to cover his blushing cheeks.

“No let me look at you.” You peel his hands away and he feels so vulnerable with your doe eyes staring down at him like he’s hung up the stars in the night sky.

“Why do you like them so much.” He grumbles.

“Because it’s apart of you. And I love everything about you.”

His eyes soften at your words.

He truly thinks he doesn’t deserve you, that you’re way out of his league. However all of his thoughts melt away when you lean down and kiss him.

Tadashi thinks that when your lips meet his it’s perfection. That the both of you were molded for eachother. And when you kiss him with such tenderness and love.

He thinks there’s no one else better for you than him.

And there’s no one better for him than you.

A Very Bad Day (Eddie x Reader)

Last week I put out a poll asking which of my fictional boyfriends I should write a little fluff piece for, and Eddie was the clear winner. So, without further-ado, I present a cute little Eddie comforting his partner after a very bad day.

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According to Ms. Kelly, bad days were a normal part of life and to be expected. "Unavoidable" as she put it. What she didn't seem to grasp was that lately every single day had been a bad one for you and, despite her incessant questioning, there really didn't seem to be a reason. Everything and everyone had suddenly become irritating. Even a simple "good morning" from your mom at breakfast was getting under your skin.

You slammed your locker shut as you mentally prepared for another day of hell.

"Good morning, beautiful," his voice sang out as his arms wrapped around your waist. You closed your eyes and let yourself melt into his embrace. Miraculously, you found that your ever present attitude dissipated whenever Eddie was around, as if he was an anchor - the only thing keeping you from drowning in the dark abyss of your mind.

"Good morning," you sighed back.

"Feeling any better today?" He asked gently. You shook your head. "Anything I can do?"

"Honestly, I could really use a good distraction tonight. Come over?"

You felt as Eddie frowned into your hair. "I have Hellfire tonight, angel."

You stepped out of his embrace and blinked away the tears of frustration that now pricked at your eyes. "Right. I forgot. No biggie!"

"Y/N-"

You waved him off. "Don't. It's fine, I'll see you at lunch!"

You knew you were being unfair, yet the disappointment that settled in your chest was suffocating. You spent the remainder of the day kicking yourself both for letting Eddie see a flicker of vulnerability and for pushing him away when he did nothing wrong.

After school you immediately went to bed, deciding it was probably in everyone's best interest for you to be dead to the world until tomorrow morning.

You weren't sure how long you'd been asleep before you woke to your mom gently shaking your shoulder. "Y/N, someone's here to see you."

You rubbed your eyes, slowly becoming aware of your surroundings. The sun had just barely started to set and according to the clock on your night stand, it was just after 6:00pm.

You looked up at your mom and felt your heart drop a bit at the look of hope etched on her face, it was as if she was convinced this "visitor" would snap you out of the haze you'd been living in.

You pushed yourself out of the bed and trudged downstairs behind your mom.

Eddie stood in the foyer, an array of items in his arms as he beamed at you.

"Shouldn't you be at Hellfire?" You asked, grimacing as the tone came out sharper than you intended. If Eddie noticed the unintended aggression, he didn't let on.

"Some things are bigger than Dungeons and Dragons," he shrugged. You gasped playfully, reaching out to check if he was running a fever. "I know, I know, but believe it or not..." Eddie looked around as if ensuring no one was around to overhear before continuing. "I love you more than D&D, and you needed me, so here I am. And, I come bearing gifts."

Eddie handed you a VHS copy of Sixteen Candles which had a "Family Video" sticker plastered on the case. "For the soul," he said.

Next, he handed you a pint of chocolate ice cream and said, "for the heart."

Finally, he opened his leather jacket slightly so you could see the tip of a freshly rolled joint in his inner pocket. "And for the mind."

You bit your lip against the smile plastering itself across your face.

"You didn't have to do this, Eds," you whispered, not knowing what you did to deserve this man. Eddie stepped closer, cupping your face in his hand.

"I wanted to do this," he stated matter of factly. "You needed me. No matter where I am, or what I'm doing, if you need me, I'll be there." With that, he gently placed his lips on yours.

You spent the night curled against Eddie on the couch, watching Sixteen Candles while sharing the ice cream he had brought. By the time Eddie had to leave, you forgot you had ever been in a bad mood.

Getting home from work late one night to a quiet house. The lights are on in the living room, leading into the kitchen where you find a note on the fridge, written in Eddie’s messy chicken scratch letting you know a plate from dinner was in there for you, just needing to be heated up.

Deciding dinner can wait a few more minutes, you make your way upstairs, determined to get out of these clothes after too many hours of them sticking to you. Determined to see that sweet face again.

More quiet.

“Baby?”

You call softly before nudging the bedroom door open to a sight melting you on the spot immediately.

The bedside table lamp was the only source of light in the room, casting it in a soft golden hue. The radio is playing, volume only up high enough to just fill the silence in the bedroom. A book sits on Eddie’s chest, still opened to whichever page he left off on before dozing off.

He’s sound asleep in his baggy Iron Maiden tee and flannel pajama bottoms, partially sitting up against the headboard, leaning toward your side on the pillows. His hair is sits perfectly on the top of his head in a messy bun, pieces falling down into his face. His mouth is slightly opened as gentle snores leave him, and if you were to look hard enough you would see he’s drooling, the evidence of how hard he’s sleeping trailing down the line of pink scars.

And to make the moment even sweeter? His shadow, the tiny gray kitten, is curled up in a ball against his neck.

Your heart aches at the scene, seeing Eddie so at peace, something that can be so rare with the nightmares that still plague you both.

You blow a kiss toward him, deciding it best to leave him be for now before shutting the door quietly and making your way back downstairs to your dinner.

i very much love the idea of steve with a shy! girlfriend because he is SUCH a caretaker and loves to look after her. i feel like he is also casually dominant in their relationship - he always has a protective hand on her, speaks for her when she’s overwhelmed, knows her triggers… and god forbid anyone say anything about his girl. i just think he would thrive in a relationship where he feels as though he is protecting her and serving a “greater purpose” does that make sense?

makes total sense, love! i’m painfully shy, so i get it.

steve is such a protective person, he loves so hard and he cares so much, so as soon as you met him you gravitated towards his dominant, caring nature… the way he’s almost parental, how perceptive he is to your feelings, how accepting of your shyness he is— he finds it endearing really!

so you become friends fast and fall for each other faster, and steve is always looking for ways to make your life easier and happier and brighter, to shower you with love and attention, and it flusters you so badly! steve loves how giggly you get when he’s extra sweet to you, trying to hide your pretty face from him, and he lives to see you smile. he’s so in love. fully believes you two are soulmates.

your stevie dotes on you and spoils you the way he knows you like and peppers kisses all over you and is so affectionate, doesn’t allow you to doubt your relationship or his love for you for even a second, he orders for you because he knows that’s something that gives you anxiety, he viciously defends you if someone is rude, he helps you get out of your shell as much as you’re comfy with, always tells you how proud he is of you and praises you. stevie is just so happy that he finally found his person, and that you love/spoil/adore/appreciate him just as much as he does you, that you praise him and hold him and love on him just as much as he does you. you’re his perfect match, his favorite person in the whole world, his angel. you two are definitely both touch starved for the other — you because you’ve perhaps never had romantic validation before given how shy and reserved and introverted you are, and steve because he’s never had someone that truly loves and appreciates him and isn’t using him to pass the time or for sex — so you’re both clingy and touchy and so unbelievably happy to be together, y’know? like you truly found your perfect match and there’s no fear of coming on too strong or of showing too much affection or being too needy, you’re both just right for each other.

oh! and everyone in town knows you’re steve’s girl and that he’s totally whipped for his girl, anyone interested in him is so jealous of you because steve only has eyes for you and let’s be honest he’s the perfect boyfriend blueprint to you.

steve finally receiving the love he deserves from his shy! gf and the two being so good and perfect for each other 😌

Waking up at Eddie's house would include:

Getting woken up by the scream of the neighboor kids who are going to school;

Watching Eddie sleeping peacefully while he drools on the pillow. He always look so perfect to you;

Him starteling you at one point by telling you to stop staring;

Staying in bed for another hour just cuddling and peppering each other faces with kisses (not giving a shit about morning breath) and with your fingers touching his beautiful body, his tattoos, while with his he slightly touch the moles on your arm;

You trying to get up to have breakfast only for him refusing to let you go by blocking you with his body on top of yours. a pouting expression on his face once you get up;

Having breakfast with yoo-hoo and chocolate cookies while watching Scooby Doo;

Taking a shower together because, as he says, in this way you are not going to waste too much water;

Both of you shampooing each others hair and cleaning each others backs;

Lots of neck kisses and smiling each others smiles;

Eddie booping your nose (he is obsessed with it);

You brushing his hair gently to get rid of all the nods, trying to learn his hair routine, with your gentle touches making him relax so much that he almost fell asleep again;

You doing your skin care routine with Eddie looking at you attently, asking you the purpose of every product you are using.

i just finished homicipher and i feel like my will to write is coming back somehow hi guys

I am SO sure that Mr. Crawling purrs when you pet him and i will not hear anyone say otherwise i will die with this opinion.

He's very vocal, laughs and giggles at anything he finds funny withouth any problems, squeaks and makes high pitched noise when you touch him in any way: hold his hand, pat his head, hug him. .

You two were in your ‘temporary’ bedroom, gently offered by Mr. Silvair, laying down the surprisingly soft mattress. You invited him to lay down next to you, since you didn't feel like having him starring up at your sleeping figure on the ground for several hours; he was currently laying next to you, with his head on your chest while your hand was going through his pitch black, long hair. A slight grey? blush made its way on his cheeks, his wide black smile getting slightly bigger.

Suddendly you hear a low noise that sounds like purring, were there any cats in this ghostly world? You look down at the man ghost on top of you, suddendly stopping your hand movement as the noise tones itself down till the room is silent. Mr. Crawling raises his head to look at you, slightly moving it to the side as to question why you stopped. “No like ?” he asks, worried that you got tired of him “I like” you reply as your hand starts to move again like you were doing before. He smiles at you before nuzzling his head back on your chest, and after a few seconds you hear it again. . Mr. Crawling was indeed purring because of your touch.

ok that's all i can write for now, if this gets enough attention maybe i can get back at writing again. .

Does anyone else think about being curled up beside Eddie on your shared bed, nestled against his chest as the sun dips away into night and you’re listening to the steady beat of his heart as it lulls you to sleep?

No?

Just me?

A softer moment for my favorite crusty neighbor (and an excuse to draw jellies!)

You know that Eddie Munson hasn’t had that much softness in his life. Lost his mom so early, his dad’s an ass, no grandparents (not even indifferent ones) to care for him, and the town treats him like garbage. Yes, Uncle Wayne is a prince among men. But He is gruff. He never meant to be a father - he does the best he can - but he’s not a hug-it-out kinda guy.

One day you find Eddie asleep in your bed holding your favorite stuffy, which YES you still have even though you are an adult who pays taxes and votes and so on. Why wouldn’t you keep your soft little friend??

Eddie has it pulled to his face -holding it in tight -almost white knuckled - fists. So you lay down behind him, big spooning against him until he relaxes a bit and softly snores.

You bring your stuffy friend to his house and hide it under his pillow and it’s never discussed out loud that you did this, but when you first spend the night at Eddie’s- he kisses the stuffy’s face and then kisses your cheek.

When you move in together you get the stuffy back because it goes where Eddie goes.

That’s my wife!!!!

I’ve been so uninspired lately all I’ve got are silly lil sketches someone PLEASE inject some ideas into my brain (or my dms tbh)