Weapon U3u.

I can’t sleep

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

No trigger warnings

WC:  0.7K

Another sleepless night. You have had trouble sleeping for as long as you can remember. Night terrors when you were a kid and now insomnias. Your boyfriend, Eddie, is sleeping soundly next to you. You, however, look at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. You know that if your boyfriend wasn’t asleep right next to you and holding you, you would have left the bed.

But you are afraid you are going to wake him up, so you stay in bed, being a very much awake little spoon. You hate nighttime because everyone is sleeping except for you. You are left alone with your thoughts, in the dark and silence.

At some point, you just can’t take it anymore so you try to delicately untangle yourself from Eddie, trying your hardest not to wake him up. Spoiler alert: it fails. As soon as your feet touch the ground, you hear shuffling behind you. When you turn around, you see your boyfriend tiredly rubbing his eyes.

“Go back to bed, Eds.” You whisper softly.

“What about you?” he asks, voice thick with sleep.

You shrug. “I can’t sleep.”

“You haven’t slept at all?” Eddie asks, concerned.

You shake your head in response.

“c’mere.” Eddie says, opening his arms for you.

“Eddie…” you protest. “You should go back to sleep.

“I want to help you fall asleep.” Eddie softly says.

“It might take a while…” you say, sighing.

“I don’t mind, I can’t sleep knowing that you are struggling.” Eddie tells you before pleading. “Please, let me help you.”

You nod and Eddie opens his arms again for you. “C’mere.” He says again.

You crawl into Eddie’s arms and lay your head on his chest.

“Tell me more about your sleep troubles.” Eddie says, trying to understand.

You shrug one shoulder. “Had them forever. When I was a little kid, I had night terrors. The older I got, the more it turned into insomnias. Maybe because I’m subconsciously scared to have night terrors.” You explain.

“Sweets?” Eddie asks, frowning.

“Yes?” you answer, raising your head to look at him.

“How many nights have you spent awake with me obliviously sleep next to you?” he asks.

“All of them…” you say. There is no point in lying, he knows about your sleep troubles now.

“Baby…” he coos. “You should have told me earlier. I would have tried to help or at least stayed awake with you.” Eddie says, ridden with guilt.

“Eddie… you need your sleep; besides, I don’t want to be a burden to you.” You argue.

“Sweetheart… I’m here for you at any time of the day or night.” He says enthusiastically.

“But I don’t want you to sacrifice your nights because of me.” You tell him regretfully.”

“I would sacrifice every night if it meant you can sleep peacefully.” Eddie says while scratching your head with one hand and your back with the other. You hum contently.

Eddie keeps scratching your heads and back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and telling you how much he loves you.

After fifteen minutes, Eddie feels your body fully relax.

“Baby?” he asks wanting to make sure that you are truly asleep.

When your only answer is soft snoring, Eddie chuckles to himself before softly kissing the top of your head. Eddie then falls asleep with your sleeping form in his arms.

That night, you have got the best night of sleep in forever. Even as a child you never slept this peacefully.

Eddie scratching your head and back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear or even reading you a bed time story became a routine for the two of you. Every night, this little routine help you fall asleep. And whenever you are night terrors, which is less and less frequent, Eddie is here to comfort and reassure you. He always starts the process of rubbing your back and whispering sweet nothings into your ear until you fall asleep again. Step by step your sleep schedule is getting better, and it is all thanks to Eddie. You have never felt as safe and peaceful than you do with him and Eddie is glad he could help.

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Precious angry squirrel 🐿️

✦ steddie munching gifsets ✦

Thinking about that part of a relationship where you really begin to trust someone. Eddie’s head is on your lap, your fingers tracing the lines on his hand as he opens up to you, rambling on and on. He’s never had someone listen to him like this and before you know it hours have passed. Hours of learning new things about him. Listening carefully. Adoring every second of his dramatic facial expressions as he tells you his stories. Some filled with joy. Some filled with heartache. Some making your eyes pool with tears as he touches on parts of his childhood before Wayne. And then you see his eyes light up and his familiar grin appear as he begins to talk about his Uncle. And how much hell he’s given him throughout the years. You run your fingers through his curls as he continues to share his adventures with you. Hanging on to his every word, making him feel safe and loved and heard.

Idk I’m feeling SAPPY 😭

"𝙈𝙀𝙉 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂?!" w/jjk men !!

Gojo, Geto, Yuji, Megumi and Choso! TW: implied fem reader on megumi's, reader has pink bows!! "Men only want one thing, and it's disgusting," which isn't true at all because Gojo Satoru wants nothing more than to yap with you over a box of kikufuku mochi. The way you let him talk your ears off and still agree with him makes him feel like the only man in the world, and he loves you for that. "Men only want one thing, and it's disgusting," which isn't true at all because Geto Suguru wants nothing more than to cuddle with you and sleep after a long, exhausting day of exorcising curses. He wants nothing more than to kiss your perfect face right before you drift off to your slumber.

"Men only want one thing, and it's disgusting," which isn't true at all because Yuji Itadori wants nothing more than to watch movies with you. Front row or not, at the theater or at home, your favorite movie or his, it doesn't matter. For him, any movie is a 10/10 if you're watching it with him.

"Men only want one thing, and it's disgusting," which isn't true at all because Megumi Fushiguro wants nothing more than for you to run your fingers through his hair and play with it. He pretends he doesn't like it when you clip his hair with one of your pink bows, but you can see him blushing. "Men only want one thing, and it's disgusting," which isn't true at all because Choso Kamo wants nothing more than for you to sit on his lap and trace the marking on his nose bridge. No, it doesn't turn him on; it just makes him feel childishly and sweetly giddy, and he can't help but smile.

❦ TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF PT. 3

ft. iwaizumi, bokuto, suna

PART 1 | PART 2

—iwaizumi

shows up at 2:37am when you cant sleep with a bag of stuff he picked up from the convenience store on the way over. herbal teas, face masks, and snacks that he makes you as he tells you to find a feel good movie to put on. doesn’t matter that he needs to get up early the next morning, you’re spending the next couple hours pampering yourself until you fall asleep comfortably in his arms.

—bokuto

candids. all your friends follow him on instagram just because they think you’re the cutest couple in the world. on any given day he’s posting you on his story. a glimpse of your hands interlocked as he’s showing off his fit. you with the adorable dog you found on your walk together. your legs tangled together under the sheets as he shows the new tv show he’s binging. this man shows you off the the most subtle and wholesome way whether he’s conscious of it or not.

—suna

cooks for you. kind of. he’s not the best chef, but as soon as you mention something you like, he’s on the way to the grocery store, looking up the recipe online, and calling osamu for help. his favourite date is a night in where he pours you some nice wine and cooks for you, serving you a plate of whatever you’re craving with clumsily placed garnishes on the side that make you smile. doesn’t matter if it’s good or not, it’s filled with love.

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Eternally yours

Summary: Eddie grapples with the realization that he exists solely in your imagination, while you cling to the fleeting moments you have.

Warning: I found this fic in my drafts from the end of last year. I completely forgot about it and reading it today made me incredibly sad. Why do I write things that hurt? Read at your own risk.

Word count: 744

Eddie stares at your hand resting beside his on the dock. He wonders how his hand can feel so real when it looks and moves just like yours. He can feel the wood beneath his fingertips. He can hear the water brush against the dock. He can see the moon casting a light on your face. It’s all so real, but he’s not. Suddenly, he is acutely aware of his body and the self-awareness causes him to feel uneasy.

Breaking free from his thoughts, you ask Eddie what he does when you’re not around. His voice trails off as he searches for an answer, realizing that his memories revolve solely around you. He musters the words, “I don't know…maybe I only exist when you’re around.”

The weight of your gaze intensifies the ache in his chest, as he grapples with the paradox of your presence while feeling his own absence. You exist and he doesn’t. How can he make sense of that when you're staring right at him, making him feel so alive?

“Do you think of me when we're not together?” He asks softly, feeling cracked open by his vulnerability. If he were to ask you what his lungs looked like, he'd swear you could simply peer down and tell him.

“All the time.”

That eases the ache and he smiles. The cool night breeze envelops both of you as Eddie tentatively lifts his hand, feeling the air flow through his fingers. However, a tremor runs through him, and you reach out to steady his hand with a gentle touch.

“Don’t get lost in it. Just stay with me.” You say.

Eddie tightens his grip on your hand, but his chest rises and falls quickly. He does not meet your eyes, because he is getting lost in it. The panic starts to set in. But then he feels your thumb brush gently over his hand. He hears his name on your lips, and it's as if you pulled him out of the hole he was falling into.

With his brown doe eyes fixed on yours, Eddie’s hand rises to touch your cheek. His fingers trace your face delicately, committing every curve and line to memory. He hesitates before asking, “Is this okay?”

You affirm with a single word, “Yes.”

Noticing a change in your expression and your attempt to control your breathing, Eddie’s thumb caresses your cheek as he asks, “What’s wrong?”

A small smile appears on your face before you admit, “I think about this all the time. You have no idea.”

Curious, Eddie asks, “Think about what?”

“You. And how your touch would feel…” Your voice trails off, cheeks flushing.

Eddie gently tilts your chin up. “How does it feel?”

Your eyes meet and he waits for your response, captivated by each of your breaths. But then, a tear falls from your eyes.

“Better than I could imagine, which is silly because this is all in my imagination,” you confess, your voice breaking as you look away.

Eddie wipes away your tears, his face filled with sorrow. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs.

Suddenly, you envelop Eddie in a tight hug, surprising him but easing his tension. He reciprocates, pulling you closer. Holding you tight.

“I miss you,” You whisper.

The words fall from your lips. Eddie is filled with confusion because he doesn’t know the pain you’ve endured because of his story. He doesn’t know how his fate ended, because this version of him lives on only within your mind—suspended in time. You met him in the middle, where his story was still happy and he was filled with promise of it being his year.

He lets his unanswered question dissolve, softly assuring you, “I’m right here.”

And he is, yet he isn’t. Time has passed, and the world has moved on from him, unbeknownst to Eddie. So, you securely hold him in your heart and mind, ensuring his existence continues.

“You know,” he starts, stroking your hair, “If I exist only because of you, then that’s a life worth living.”

The lake stills, the wind ceases, and just before Eddie can comprehend you're gone, he smiles. The world darkens, freezing him in an eternal moment.

Eddie Munson ceases to exist, residing only in the mind of a shifter, between the pages of the writer, the pen strokes of an artist and through the words of those who read him back to life in every possible scenario.

For every moment you experience in reality, he waits—until you meet again.

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Obey Me X Ghibli but everyone is Howl because I said so

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Gentle Lovin’ — Choso Kamo

Holds him very gently 😭🤲

In any day amongst the other, he never could've imagined the life he had been dealt. Choso was merely under the impression he would always just leave behind a trail of destruction of blood and tears in his wake, never being able to see his brothers again. Close to even killing another of his brothers of whom he recently learned that he held close relations with, he almost injured himself for just almost killing Itadori Yuuji. He was confused, full of uncertainty and was just ready to end it on behalf of all his brothers before him.

But you, you came right along and slapped him with a face full of love he was never accustomed too, let alone actually recognizing it. But it felt.. young, refreshing to feel. Not having to live a reality that felt full of delusions of hope, to some it seemed incomprehensiable but to Choso Kamo alone -- He was here and alive in your arms.

"Choso baby." You murmur softly, threading your fingers through the abyssal black hair you've come to love and recognize just merely upon one look at him. He hummed in response, lacking the proper energy to even want to respond to you. "Are you comfortable? Your neck most be cramping in that position."

You let out a chuckle as he nodded, only nuzzling further to feel the warmth residing in your chest.

"So no then, you sure you don't wanna readjust?" You motion, tracing his clothed musculature. "I might even cramp my own neck." Choso perked up at this, and lifted himself off of your body with a groan. The raven-haired man and gently lifted you up toward the side, rolling you over onto your side. Which had resulted in you being the one cuddling up to him, he nuzzled you closer to the warmth of his body, as possibly close as can be.

"Pfft." You snicker absentmindedly, your hand laying to rest on his bare chest. "You. are. hopeless." These words seemed to be insulting, yet it was fully affectionate, only to you and Choso alone.

"Mmh," Choso readjusted his own head, his windswept hair ending up tickling the forefront of your temple, causing you to chuckle at the ticklish sensation. Though you couldn't see, you could sense his vague smile. In turn, You grinned and looked up at him properly, locking eyes with his own your breath had caught in your throat for a moment--taking the time to revel in the beauty of his eyes.

For some reason, you couldn't help but feel lucky to live for a domestic moment such as this. This was real, and you were here with him.

Safe to say he also has the same sentiment, as he just tightened his grip almost barely. You weren't sure what else to do beside being just held by your cute little man, in all honesty (right now he's just being adorable as hell.)

Suddenly, an urge to touch his face came over you. So you began at his jawline, trailing from there slowly and awaiting his reaction. You were slow and steady to ensure that he can stop you from touching his face any time he wanted to.

In fact, he hadn't made any move to stop you. Rather he had encourage you with a warm hum, leaning into your touch.

Choso closed his eyes, he was enjoying your face-touching. You smiled upon knowing this and went along as he had mention without a word being spoken.

Between you and Choso, no words aren't really needed. Behind closed doors anyway, merely consistent hums and murmurs.

From beyond the long day's hard work, your sociability to actually interact and speak with people is hellishly drained. Choso understands this well, even with being an elder brother it is a harsh job. But it is a job he takes with pride.

"So handsome..." You admired him, just for now. Now tracing his markings that ran across his face diagonally and vertically, he hummed and simply just laid there as to not throw you off, he found amusement in your cute ministrations.

Truthfully, he never wanted this to stop.

Mid-shower meta thoughts. Also inspo from @bettyfrommars and @jo-harrington

“Why aren’t you real?”

You had no other word to describe how you were feeling tonight other than something close to grief.

And a whole lot of yearning.

He tilts his head toward you, flashing that dimple inducing smile.

“Oh, come on, sweetheart.”

You know I’m real.

Only as real as your mind could conjure up. He’s lounging on the floor in his usual black jeans, legs spread wide, and toes wiggling. A cutoff band tee sits on his chest, riding up slightly, showing off the light dusting of hair above his jeans.

“I just wish you were really here, ya know.”

I wish I could hug you sometimes.

His eyes soften with those words, mirroring the look you know is written on your face.

“I know.”