PET - RYOMEN SUKUNA

INUMAKI TOGE HCS

I miss him and I love him

his love language is touch and quality time

A cuddle bug

KISSES. Pecks, longer kisses, lazy ones. He loves them all

Loves holding hands, especially if cold -> holding hands and resting them in either yours of his coat pocket together 😗

Probably plays the sims and has a whole life with you two on there

Dates consists of going out and enjoying each other’s hobbies together. From arcades, museums, painting studios, anything really.

Loves to listen. Yap, yap and yap some more his eyes will still have little hearts in them

(canon) but he is literally described as such a gentle and pure soul. Nothing, I had to add it

He loves to gift you flowers. From handpicked ones to the ones from a flower shop

Big spoon, but sometimes he likes to switch

GOSSIPER

A bit insecure. He knows he is kind. He knows he has a lot to offer. But he can’t shake the feeling at times that anyone, friend or lover, could leave him behind because of his lack of speech. He tries his best in making up for the lack of words with big gestures, affection and more but sometimes he just feels it’s not enough.

he is a prankster

Literally a walking menace. He would be tearing everyone down to filth if not held back by the curse speech

His face it’s extremely expressive -> if someone says something “stupid” he truly can’t hide his distain

A music lover

ASMR lover, especially the soft spoken ones/gloves noise

Spicy food enthusiast

Knows how to cook, not stellar level, but can still wipe out some good stuff

A dinosaurs kid

Fan of legos

Will insist he is a marvel fan and shit on DC but secretly likes DC more

Loves hoodies

Wire headphones

Manga and comic reader + anime watcher

Movies over series

The type to catch a bug and chase the person who’s scared of bugs around with it

Because of his quietness people believe he is shy/introverted. Quite the opposite. He just likes his time alone, but loves being surrounded by his friends.

Reaction pictures in texts overuse

Cries when he is mad

Is overall, a sunshine of a person and I won’t accept any criticism about it.

visits to uncle waynes house

Being in a relationship with Eddie Munson would include:

Stargazing while laying on top of the roof of his trailer, giving to every constellations you see a new different name every time;

Holding his hand while he is at the dentist to prevent him to bite the doctor. You are the only one that can calm him;

Always sleeping while holding each others. Sometimes with him being the big spoon, sometimes the little spoon, other times instead just touching your hands while sleeping on your bellies;

FOREHEAD KISSES! FOREHEAD KISSES!;

Slapping each other asses at every occasion. You are brushing your teeth? He slaps your ass. Is he standing in the kitchen preparing something to eat? You slap his ass;

Waking up with Eddie leaving kisses on your back and then stopping you with his body from getting up;

Eddie constantly drawing doodles on your arm every time he found himself holding a pen. One time you decide to surprise him by getting one of his little drawings tattooed on you, leaving him speechless and horny;

Spending time by laying on his bed, you counting his freckles, him playing with your hair, music playing in the background;

I think your dates would always be very simples. Most of the times you would go to the movies and then eat something at Benny's (your favorite place). Instead, when you want to be just the two of you, you always have picnic dates near lover's lake;

Talking about picnics, you always sit under the same tree. The same tree where you befriended a nice squirrel that lives there, and always comes to you to be feed;

Kisses that takes both your breaths away;

Eddie always trying to win a new stuffed toy for you at every fair you go;

Constantly loosing him at the supermarket and found him 10 minutes later with his arms full of chocolate, cookies, ice cream and yoo-hoo;

Movie nights at your house ending, most of the times, by watching them in a building fort you built with sheets and pillows;

Holding hands? More like holding pinkies;

“you are on the couch tonight, riley!” you shout, pointing a finger toward the living room. simon stands there, his jaw clenched, hands clenched at his sides, clearly unhappy but resigned.

there’s a flicker of hurt in his eyes, masked quickly with his usual steely glare. he just nods, not saying a word, as he grabs a blanket from the closet and settles down on the couch without another look your way.

the apartment feels colder without him by your side, and the silence that follows is louder than any argument. you lie in bed, your head turned to the wall, arms crossed tightly as if that could keep out the ache creeping in.

you feel miserable, thinking over the fight, wondering if you were too harsh, if maybe he wasn’t entirely in the wrong. but you bury it, refusing to let yourself soften too quickly. this isn’t the first time you two have fought; being with simon means loving him as he is, stubbornness and all.

but tonight, it feels different. minutes stretch into hours, and you find yourself glancing at the empty side of the bed, missing his warmth, the steady rise and fall of his breathing. you turn over again, clutching the pillow tighter, but it doesn’t help.

meanwhile, simon’s on the couch, one arm draped over his eyes, a sigh slipping out into the darkened room. his mind replays the fight in quiet fragments, the words that had been said, your voice still ringing in his ears.

he knows he messed up, though he’d never admit it to anyone but himself. he misses you too, even if pride keeps him rooted to the couch, where the cushions dig into his back, and sleep refuses to come.

after another endless stretch, you finally can’t take it anymore. you get up, padding softly into the living room. simon’s form is a dark silhouette against the dim light from the window, his breathing shallow, not quite asleep. he hears you but doesn’t move, as if afraid to let hope show too early.

“simon…” your voice is quiet. you see his shoulders tense before he slowly drops his arm from his eyes, looking up at you. his gaze is guarded, but there’s an unmistakable softness there, a glint of something like regret.

“can’t sleep either, huh?” he mutters, breaking the silence, his voice rough from the hours of silence.

you shake your head, and without another word, he shifts to make space. you sit beside him and lean against him, letting your head rest on his shoulder, and after a beat, his arm wraps around you, pulling you closer.

“i’m sorry baby,” he says finally, voice barely above a whisper.

“me too,” you murmur, feeling the tension melt away as he holds you tighter.

neither of you says anything more. words don’t matter as much now, not when the warmth of his arm around you feels like coming home.

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@daydreamerwoah @spicyspicyliving @blackhawkfanatic

can you write one for Eddie where reader is usually all sunshine and rainbows, but her facade begins to crack and he realizes just how bad her depression is so he comfort her and just helps her do the little things like basic hygiene?

i was supposed to write for my eddie series today but i couldn't let this go and it reminded me of much i love writing requests <3 i hope you like this bb 🫂

warnings: fem!reader, reader struggles with depressed but no details, hurt/comfort, eddie being the bf we all deserve

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when eddie first met you, he was at the lowest point of his life. trapped inside the four dark walls of his mind with seemingly no way out and eventually he stopped looking for an escape. he accepted his fate and got comfortable in his somber solitude. too exhausted to keep on searching for the door’s knob that could get him out.

it wasn’t until you came in that he noticed there were cracks in the walls. he only saw them because your light broke through in a cervice and beamed inside, illuminating the familiar gloom in which he existed.

it was harsh at first. too much light had put him at such unease since he had grown used to the darkness but you were gentle and you were patient. you didn’t barge in, demanding for him to come out and let you burn his eyes with shine. you waited for him to tear the walls he built down by himself, one by one, brick by brick until the both of you were standing on the same side. having your moment underneath the warm sun, except his sunshine was different than yours.

his sunshine was a person.

that’s why he called you ray.

also because he felt like 'sunny' was too on the nose, even for him.

for eight months into your relationship, you’ve seen each other almost everyday. no how hectic and different your schedules get, you always made time for each other. at least for a five minute phone call at the end of the night.

two days in a row, you haven’t picked up the phone and eddie was going crazy but he didn’t want to pressure you, didn’t want to be overbearing. he wanted to give you space, be a cool boyfriend, not too 'overly clingy' as his friends once called him. he tried to be patient. truly did, but by the third day he couldn’t take your radio silence anymore so he showed up to your place.

loud knocks at the door woke you up from your half-sleep, half-closing-my-eyes-to-make-the-world-go-away state that you’ve been in for the last three days.

removing the blanket off your body felt like a chore and the bones of your spine cracked one by one as you sat up on the couch. your bed long abandoned in your room, it became too uncomfortable to sleep in with all the crumbs in it.

sighing, you brought yourself up to your feet and made your way to the door, not even bothering to ask who’s behind it before opening it.

if it’s a serial killer.. well, at least they were nice enough to knock before murdering you.

you wished it was a serial killer when you saw who’s behind the door.

“hi eds.” you fake a smile, trying to make it look as genuine as possible, hoping the dread of him seeing you like this is hidden behind your teeth.

“what’s wrong? where have you been?” he asks, his eyes scanning you up and down, taking in the state of you.

“nothing i’m fine, i’m sorry i haven’t been answering your calls. i’ve been..” fake cough, “sick.” his hands fly to your face, touching your cheeks and forehead to check your temperature and it feels normal. “i’m better now!” you lie again but he doesn’t buy it.

frowning, “let me in.” he says.

you look besides you at the disarray of your apartment hidden behind the door, shame creeps into you at how you’ve let the place get like this. “the place is a mess and i don’t want you to get sick t..” you don’t get to finish your sentence behind he waltz in, “eddie!”

“jesus christ..” he utters as he takes in the state of the living room. the stacks of pillows and blankets on the couch, the empty packets of snacks on the floor, all of the mugs and cups from your kitchen lined up on the coffee table with dried god knows what liquid inside them but nothing catches his attention like your curtains.

they’re shut.

you never shut your curtains.

he vividly remembers you telling him that you love having your curtains and windows open, that you love the breeze that comes in and the natural light.

“i told you, it’s a mess.” you say sheepishly, crossing your arms over your chest after you shut the door.

eddie’s eyes fall upon you in your pajama pants and the tshirt you stole from his closet a few weeks ago, “baby..” his voice is soft, he tries to mirror the way you used to be with him when he was the one with the shut curtains. he knows what it’s like to be in your state but this is his first time being in your shoes, “how long has this been going on?”

giving up on keeping the façade up in front of him, you sit down on the couch where you were laying minutes ago. “always.” your eyes don’t meet his, instead you focus on playing with your fingernails, “i’m usually good at keeping things at bay, shoving it down and pretending all is good and happy and life is all rainbows and sparkles but i’ve been kind of all over the place lately.” you gesture to the mess in the living room with your head.

eddie takes careful steps towards you, sitting on his knees by your legs, his hands find yours and he holds them tenderly rubbing his thumb on your knuckles. “why didn’t you talk to me?”

“i didn’t want to disappoint you.” you say, your voice low. “i know you think of me as your light and i was scared that if you saw me like this, you’d retrogress and you’ve been doing so good eds, i couldn’t burden you with this.” his heart shatters at your words. always selfless, always giving. even at your worst, you thought of him first. “it’s stupid anyway, i’ll get my shit together. i always do, i just need some time.”

“was i a burden to you?” eddie asks and your eyes finally meet his, widened and in disbelief.

“what? no eddie never.” you tell him truthfully.

“then what makes you think you’d be a burden to me?”

you frown, you see his point but still. “i just thought.. you have so much on your plate already.”

“and so did you when you came into my life.”

“it’s different!”

“how is it different?” he says with no judgment in his voice. he just wants to know where your mind is at.

biting your lip, you answer, “i wanted to be there for you. i wanted to help in anyway you’d let me. i wanted to do that then.”

“and i want to do it now.” he says delicately. “i want to be here for you.” he brings your hands to his lips and plants soft kisses on each one of them. “i want you to let me be here with you.”

“baby.. i love you.” his honeyed eyes peer into yours with undeniable sincerity and you mumble, ‘i love you too.’ before he continues, “i’m not gonna force you to get better this second or hold you and scream ‘life is good just take a look around!’ in your face. i’m not gonna make you a therapy appointment first thing in the morning and i’m not gonna force pills down your throat like some kind of a crazy maniac doctor.” he chuckles, trying to lighten the mood and his heart flutters when he sees a glimpse of a smile on your face.

“but i’m not gonna let you go through this by yourself.” he shake his head, “so don’t waste your energy trying to get rid of me because i’m one stubborn hell of a bitch and it’s not gonna happen.” you pull your hand from his grasp to wipe a tear, you don’t even know why you’re crying but these days you don’t seem to know a lot of things. “come here.” he pulls you down into his lap and wraps his arms around you, holding you tight and secure in his embrace.

you let yourself sob on his shoulder for a few seconds, “i stink.”

“you smell better than i do after a day at the autoshop.” he jokes and you laugh through your cries, wetting his shirt, both the one he’s wearing and the one you’re wearing. “i want you to ask me for help. i want to help you however you’d let me. i want to be here.” he says, kissing your shoulder, “you’re not a burden. you’re my baby, you’re my sunlight.”

“even now?” your voice is tired, almost as tired as your soul.

“especially now.” he says, no hesitation in his tone. “will you let me be here for you, ray?” you nod, resting your head against his chest. his heartbeats calm your precarious mind, putting an end to the constant flow of vitriolic thoughts. “i love you.”

you stayed like that for what feels like hours. eddie holding and running a soothing hand up and down your body while you breathed him in, taking in his presence and his words.

“eds?” you whisper his nickname and he immediately grants you his undivided attention.

“umm?”

“do you mind helping me shower?”

a smile is drawn on his face, this is progress, he thinks as he says, “not at all. come on.”

he helps you up and walks with you to the bathroom then he pulls his shirt and jeans off his body, staying in just his boxers before helping you strip your own clothes off.

you feel comfortable standing naked in front of him, he makes you feel safe enough to be vulnerable.

he turns the tap on and makes sure the water is more warm than cold before instructing you to stand underneath it.

the water feels good on your skin, you missed having it engulfing you like this.

he sees you reaching for the soap and your washcloth, “hey hey, let me.” taking them off your hands, he makes a foam and start washing your body for you. all the way from your shoulders and underneath your arms and boobs, down your back before he squats down to wash your legs, you blush as he carefully cleans between your thighs, his eyes squinted and his tongue is peeking out in concentration. he looks adorable.

“all done. now turn around for me please.” he says as he gets the shampoo and pours some into his hand before gently shampooing your hair, detangling it and rubbing your scalp with his fingers.

“feels good?”

you moan as a response and he giggles, “close your eyes, lean back.” you do as he asks, “yeah just like that.” he keeps massaging your head for much longer than necessary but you don’t mind it, it feels nice to be taken care of like that.

finally, he washes your face and once the water starts to get chilly, he pulls you out of the shower and into your bathrobe, “i love you eds.” you tell him, standing at the sink in front of the mirror while he puts toothpaste on your toothbrush.

he smiles, “open up.” you open and let him brush your teeth for you, “i love you too, now spit.”

“this is the first time you tell me to spit.” you joke as you’re foaming at the mouth, literally.

he laughs and slaps your butt on his way out of the bathroom, “come on ray, let’s get you dressed and get some real food, i’m starving.”

you take a second to stare at yourself in the mirror. you’re starting to recognize yourself a little more. still not to the point where you can comfortably say this is who i am and i like who i am but...

“umm ray, i think there's a decapitated cockroach in one of the cups…” eddie yells from your living room, you can hear him picking up the trash and tidying up the space. “nevermind! it’s just boba!”

... you know that one day, guided by the cracks of sunlight beaming from your silly boy, you’ll get there and he’ll be right there with you.

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FLUFF

♡ eddie loses a ring & you find it

♡ eddie clears out a drawer in his room for you

♡ surprising eddie with a tidy bedroom

♡ eddie cooks for you, but burns the food

♡ you bite eddie’s arm

♡ eddie when you have seasonal allergies

♡ eddie draws for you a lot. you get one tattooed

♡ the first “i love you’s” with eddie

♡ best friend eddie pines for you

♡ eddie is sick & you take care of him

♡ you’re each others favourite person

♡ eddie distracts you while doing homework

♡ a perfect moment with eddie

♡ eddie learns a new song

♡ you’re drunk & eddie helps you get ready for bed

♡ eddie holds you after a rough day

♡ eddie’s had a crush on you for years

♡ getting ready for bed with eddie

♡ eddie is finally graduating & you & wayne have a surprise for him

♡ napping in eddie’s room

♡ meet cute

short & sweet (fluffy mini blurbs & thoughts)

• the 30th

• eddie’s jean chain

• your necklace

• eddie says “i love you” first

• horror movies with eddie

• eddie’s love language

• eddie loves taking care of you

• the ring on eddie’s right hand

• eddie when you have insomnia

• there’s something in your teeth, eddie gets it out

• eddie is your weighted blanket

• you paint your nails eddie’s favourite colour

• riding bikes with eddie

• drunk eddie thoughts

• eddie wears glasses; you think he looks pretty

• eddie brushes his teeth after he smokes

• coworker eddie x receptionist reader

• summer nights with eddie

• eddie believes in ghosts (headcanon)

• eddie at the community pool

• eddie buys a mini water gun (hc)

• eddie learns magic tricks

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Ow

“Hey,” Eddie giggles as he watches you nuzzle the softness of his belly near his hip, rubbing your nose back and forth along the warm skin exposed from the band tee turned sleep shirt riding up his torso, faded scars on display.

You hum, peppering kisses to every inch of skin you can reach, breathing the comforting scent of Eddie in as you melt further into him.

Warm, woodsy, vanilla. Him.

Another nip to his hip sends him squirming with a breathy chuckle, every touch tickling him more.

Sweetheart

“Could eat you right up, baby,” you sigh, pressing one last kiss to his belly and wrapping your arms around him.

Your eyes close as you run your fingers along his side, listening to his gentle breaths as they begin to even out, signaling he’s already drifting off to sleep with such ease.

Wrapped in the arms of a lover

Osamu seems so calm and reserved to most people. (unless they see him with Atsumu) None of your mutual friends would ever expect Samu to be so needy. He is constantly texting you sweet messages in between breaks at Onigiri Miya. He comes home from work and follows behind you until you both settle on the couch together to watch one of your shows. He will either insist that you rest your entire body weight onto him so he can finally feel your body heat against him or he buries his head into your lap so you can play with his hair. Osamu isn't one for talking straight away after he gets home besides the usual asking how your day was, but when you two finally head to your shared bedroom he becomes extremely talkative. In the dark of the room he will play with your fingers as he begs you for all of the details of your day before I recounts everything that went on with him. He quietly laughs when he hears your faint snoring and pulls you into his chest so he can finally get some sleep as well.

“I’m expecting great things from you”

cw: mentions of pubic hair/shaving.

fooling around with eddie at the drive in. you’re making out heavily in the back of his van, hands roaming all over, trying to silence your own moans with the doors being wide open. his chain rattles when he moves his leg in between your own, slipping his hand between your thighs when he lets out a gasp, “holy shit, you SHAVED?!”

“shh!” you urge him.

"where’d it all go? how am i supposed to navigate the scene this way? my favorite playground is bare! what happened?"

you roll your eyes at his dramatics, "nothing happened, i just wanted to change it up...i thought you'd might prefer it?"

he continues to stare at you with those wide doe eyes, making you giggle; but this was serious business to eddie, and he wasn't going to let it slide.

"i prefer it, if you prefer it. do you?" he asks.

you shrug, looking down at the tattoo peeking from his shirt, fiddling with his collar.

"i don't think i do, but..i wanted you to like it. i always hear about guys wanting it, like- totally bare. just got kinda self-conscious, i guess."

“sweetheart, i don't give a shit about what other guys think, i want it how you want it. you're the hottest babe i've ever laid my eyes on, you got that?"

"yeah," you nod, giving him a tiny smile, "thanks, eds."

"either way, bare or totally bushed out, i'm finding my way through your wilderness," he grins.

"okay," you scoff, "you've said just about enough. please go back to ruining me."

he laughs before tackling you, "my pleasure, sweetheart."