headcanons you say???? here’s smth straight from my notes app: eddie crawling into bed and chrissy is all sleepy warm and she snuggles into him in her sleep and puts her nose straight to his chest to smell him
Eddie never was much of a sleep-through-the-night type of person.
Don't get him wrong; on the days when he crashed hard enough to get a solid eight hours, it did fucking wonders for his mental faculties. Most of the time, though, he was passing out early, only to wake up halfway through the night doused in a restlessness that couldn't be dispelled unless he got up and did something. Write or play music or read or get lost in the possibilities of his next Hellfire campaign.
When Chrissy moved in, after the absolute shitshow with her mother exploded into a total ban from the Cunningham home and name, Eddie did his best to lay with her through the night. In the beginning, she was plagued by these intense dreams, reliving that same fucked up situation with her mother over and over again until she woke up with a pained cry and a white-knuckled grip on his sleep pants.
She didn't regret them, he knew. Often, when he was standing in the kitchen preparing dinner or sitting on the couch with a book, the gentle brush of her fingertips against the scar on his neck in the shape of her mouth would pull him momentarily away from his task. It was typically an absent thing, like she needed to feel that raised bit of flesh along his gland to remind herself that she found him.
That they found one another.
(Eddie couldn't really blame her. He did the same damn thing, except probably often enough to annoy her. Not that she ever complained.)
After about a month, the dreams slowly began to ebb. Seeping into the dark abyss of things past with his constant presence as her comfort. Eddie began to chance slipping away once more, knowing her distress would be palpable in the back of his mind should she find herself trapped in the hellscape she refused to acknowledge as a nightmare.
It usually only took about an hour for his muscles to begin feeling heavy again. For his limbs, agitated with energy, to slowly relax as the night wore on. The gentle plucking of guitar strings would grow tired, whatever lullaby he was concocting with Chrissy's smile in his heart becoming nothing more than a random set of notes the order of which he couldn't remember.
Sneaking back into bed became his favorite part, though.
Whether Chrissy recognized his absence was always impossible to tell. Whenever Eddie found himself too wired up to lay with her, he always made sure his pillow was tucked up against her back or stomach, making sure to rub his wrist glands against it to keep her lulled. Not giving her the opportunity to miss him unless she woke up and found him gone.
Chrissy wasn't like him, though. Between cheer and school and social events, the only time she awoke during the night was when she had one of her dreams. And with Eddie able to feel those coming before they recaptured her consciousness, she never once had risen from sleep to find him absent.
But, when he slipped back beneath the covers, gently removing his pillow from her grasp and replacing it with himself, Chrissy always, always, always rolled into him. Seeking out his warmth to condense it with her own. Wrapping her arms around his torso and pressing her nose directly to the center of his chest, like she could find the center of his heart and smell herself beating within it. She would let out this little mewl of contented appreciation. Snuggling into his embrace like it was the only place she wanted to be, even subconsciously.
Eddie wished he could bottle it up. Patent the formula and hide it away for his consumption alone. Drink down her little mumbles of comfort as she burrowed into him. He wanted to open up his ribs, his chest, and pull her as fully into himself as he physically could. Wrap her in the warmth of his flesh and bone so nothing bad could ever touch her. It made those tired lullabies flare back to life, momentarily blinding his exhaustion as he pressed his lips into her hair and inhaled the scent of her tranquility.
"Love you, sweetness," he whispered against her crown. Like her sleeping brain might absorb those words, sinking down beneath flesh and skull to find the little well of his adoration she kept in her memories.
"Gonna keep you forever, Omega," he vowed with only the stars to bear witness.
And when she mumbled something in her sleep that sounded suspiciously like, "My Alpha," Eddie fell into a sleep so deep, he couldn't remember his own dreams.
But he didn't have to.
They were already his reality.
(ask meme)
(also this could be read as an indirect sequel to give me your hand (give me your sound) ngl)
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