The Bed Shakes With Another Round Of Eddie’s Laughter, Wheezing Giggles Shaking The Bed With You Lying

waking up with a tiny flower that eddie had found and carefully tucked behind your ear while you were napping.

i love when ppl in the eddie fandom try to act like they’re hot shit. babe, you’re a simp for a fictional boyloser who’s never been fucked. we are all in the clown car

sry i simply cannot stop thinking about adlers!kageyama seeking you out for a kiss after every game like is a post-game ritual of his. bc like. he's a touchy person by nature and whether it was a good game or a bad game, all he wants is to feel u against him, all he wants is to press in close, to be able to press his fingers into your skin, kiss you till ur both a bit dizzy, either it's to commiserate and seek comfort after losing or to celebrate and ride out his own high of winning, it's the thing he looks forward to the most.

during an post-match interview, he's visibly distracted, glancing off-screen, barely answering the interviewer's questions; she laughs and asks if he's looking for his gf cause it's pretty well known by now that he's a simp of a bf despite what he looks like, and he jerks around, nodding like "yeah, have u seen her? i need my uh --" he cuts off, blushing, but the interviewer presses on like "oh, is there a post-match ritual with your gf?"

kageyama just shrugs, "yeah. something like that."

and later, during another player's interview, you can clearly see kageyama and you in the back, you going up on your tip toes and him bending down to kiss you before someone blocks the view but there's def grainy zooms of it on insta and tiktok within MINUTES of the interview going live.

the next time the interviewer asks, kageyama doesn't even try to hide it anymore and just says, "yeah, need my post-match kiss," before bowing out to go find you.

❦ TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF <3

ft. kita, ushijima, kuroo, tsukishima

PART 2 | PART 3

—kita

he always wakes up early. he’s got stuff to do ofc, but his number one priority is cuddling up to you in bed, breathing in your scent and then falling back asleep in your arms. he’s started to set his alarm 15 minutes earlier than normal just so he can be awake to appreciate your warm body next to his.

—ushijima

you have one designated spot, and one designated spot only. his lap. there are extra seats everywhere? doesn’t matter. you are his own personal weighted blanket, and the best excuse not to talk to anyone cause he’s literally hiding behind you. if he could, he would make the world just you and him, and volleyball.

—kuroo

he’s constantly pinching you and poking you and doing anything to get a reaction out of you because YOURE JUST SO FrEAKING CUTE. he can’t help it, his feelings are borderline aggressive because you just grip his heart in a choke hold and he needs to always be close to you and feel your soft skin and UGHHHH. might even bite your cheek like mochi.

—tsukishima

gives you the first bite of everything. he’s making himself a snack and you’re in the bedroom? man walks across the sahara just to give you the first bite of his food. it’s inconvenient to him, and he doesn’t even ask if you want it, he just holds it out on a spoon or chopsticks and waits for you to take the bite. ofc he’s gonna grumble but he just keeps doing it.

Some Dating Thoughts

Jason Todd, who likes to see you borrow his jacket when it's getting cold

Jason Todd, who 'accidently' smudges the makeup on your neck, leaving the hickeys he made visible to everyone

Jason Todd, who holds your hand even though you're trying to pick up a book and need both hands to open the cover

Jason Todd, who comes up behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder while you're talking to a stranger (no, his gaze is not sharper than normal)

Jason Todd, who kisses you when he knows everyone's looking and doesn't pull back until everyone's looked away

Jason Todd, whose arm hasn't left your waist since the moment you exited your shared apartment

Jason Todd, who pulls your hand into his pocket to show you how soft it is and just doesn't let go even after you've agreed that it's soft

Jason Todd, who hauls you onto his lap at every opportunity because 'he doesn't want you to freeze'

Jason Todd, who hooks your ankles with his when you sit across from him at a restaurant

Jason Todd, who really, really wants to buy you a fancy ring

Jason Todd, who loves showing off that you're his, in all the big and little ways

say it

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❍  cw ⋰ mentions of drugs

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You stormed through the halls of Hawkins High, headed straight for the Hellfire Club. They hadn’t started their meeting yet, but you knew Eddie would be there, setting up.

Pissed off couldn’t begin to describe how you felt. Your chest was filled with anger and sadness, and confusion swirled around in your heart and it made you want to punch something.

You knew Eddie wasn’t good at using words to express his feelings. You’d known that since you met him. In fact, it took him three months to ask you out when he’d wanted to do it since the first week you knew each other.

So when he got higher than you’d ever seen him last night and told you he loved you, you knew it was a big step for him, intoxicated or not.

But when he woke up this morning and you told him you loved him too, he didn’t say anything. You were hoping he’d tell you he loved you again now that he was sober, but he was silent. Silent from that moment and all throughout the drive to school, and he didn’t kiss you bye at your locker like he did most mornings.

You knew he must’ve just panicked, but it still made you angry. He hadn’t said a single word to you since that, and it made you worry that he didn’t actually mean it.

Keep reading

Sukuna will make you beg before helping you with things he’s obviously good at.

You’re playing Wii sport with your friends on a Saturday night at your and your boyfriend’s shared home, like you’re used to doing every week. After a round of baseball you and one of them are at a draw. Your friends decide to play with “the boyfriends” for the last round, choosing bowling as the last game.

You turn to Sukuna preparing yourself to convince him to play. He’s the absolute best at bowling, and everyone in the room knows it, but he’s also a stuck up bitch that never wants to play. He says that there’s no fun if everyone is so shit he doesn’t even have to try hard to win.

“Babe, please-“

“No.” He interrupts you.

“But-“

“Nah.”

“Why not?” You whine, putting your left hand on his bicep and shaking his arm. He takes a swig of the beer he’s holding with that arm, muscles bulging, looking down at you with his piercing maroon eyes.

“Because I said so,” he remarks.

“But I can’t play alone, and I’ll be last if I don’t play,” you pout.

“You’ll get over it,” he shrugs. You’re still holding his arm, and despite the way he’s portraying himself, he loves the physical contact you’re having. He’s possessive; if he could crumple you up and keep you in his pocket, he would.

“I hate you.”

“You know you don’t, baby,” he says smirking, finishing up his drink, still looking at you with both his real and tattooed eyes.

“Thought you didn’t want to date a loser,” you say, changing approach. You see a spark in his gaze. Bingo. But he’s not there yet.

“I’ll make an exception,” he continues.

“Oh, okay, I’ll just tell the others that the duo who owns this house will not be playing and therefore will be last,” you provoke him turning around and walking towards your friends.

He grabs your waist and slams your back on his strong chest. You try to hide your smile.

“You minx. If we don’t fucking win, you’re sleeping on the couch,” he whispers aggressively in your ear.

“Sir yes sir.”

That night you snuggle closer to him on your shared bed before falling asleep.

eddie + trauma

i think what a lot of people don't realize about other's with severe trauma like PTSD and abandonment issues is that we're not always fun to be around. sometimes we bite the hand that feeds us and we don't know why. is it instinct or is this just the kind of person we are?

I think eddie would struggle with this. it would kill him to be outright with what's bothering him- his inner monologue is telling him just how stupid he sounds and to get the hell over it already. we've seen this already: he's dramatic and silly and we love it but he's great at deflecting. he'd be the type of boyfriend to insist nothing is wrong and let it eat away at him until he used it later in an argument.

he'd need a lot of reassurance - but i think he'd also be great at returning it. you won't give up on him so easily, and he'll spend a lot of time wondering why you haven't.

⊹₊⟡⋆ 𝟗:𝟏𝟕 𝐏𝐌; GOJO SATORU

gojo was so tired of being the strongest. so tired of pretending nothing ever got to him.

his body felt like it could break at any moment as he made his way back to his apartment, every step heavier than the last. the mission had been hell. his body hurts in places he didn’t know existed. his usual cocky stride was gone, replaced with a stiffness that made him feel like a damn robot.

when he opened the door, he didn’t expect to see you.

you looked up from the couch, frowning at him. “satoru?”

he blinked slowly, trying to shake off the fog.

“did we have a date planned?” he asked. his voice was rough, barely more than a rasp. he hadn’t messaged you, hadn’t checked his phone—hell—he didn’t even know if he’d eaten in the past few days.

you didn’t get angry like he expected. no eye rolls, no snarky comments, no judgment like his previous relationships. instead you just stood up, and moved towards him with that careful, knowing grace. almost as if you could sense he was about to crumble.

“c’mere.”

he didn’t hesitate, stepping forward until he felt your warmth at his side. you guided him with a steady hand towards the bathroom. in that moment gojo felt as if your touch was the only thing melting him up when all he wanted to do was collapse.

his whole life, people had leaned on him—looked to him for strength. with you he here taking care of him, he felt like is was finally his turn. you treated him like he was human, not some untouchable weapon. and that’s what made him feel like maybe he wasn’t just a tool, maybe he mattered outside of his strength.

once you helped settle him on the toilet seat gojo gently held yours hips as you stepped between his legs and gently removed his blindfold. he sighed and leaned into your stomach when you scratched his scalp.

soon the soft splashing of water filled the room as you. he watched you everything you did with low eyes. if he wasn’t so tired he would’ve had had his hands all over you.

when you turned back to him your hands reaching for the hem of his shirt—he didn’t protest. you just gently slid the fabric off, your fingers brushing his sensitive sides.

you cupped his checks and tilted his face towards your own. “did you eat today?” your voice was so quiet almost completely drowned out by the sound of the tub.

he chuckled into you hand but it didn’t carry the usual lightness. “don’ remember.”

you sighed, shaking your head as you pushed his soft locks off his face. “you never take care of yourself toru.”

his lips curved into a half-smirk. “that’s what I have you for, huh?”

you didn’t laugh, didn’t tease him back like you usually would. instead, you just gave him that look—the one that made his chest tighten. the one that saw through his tough exterior without even trying.

“get in.”

he sank into the tub, the warmth cascading all over his sore muscles in a way they made him groan. a shaky breath escaped his lips when you places his head in your lap from your place on the edge. and finally, with silver strands sticking to his forehead, bags underneath his eyes, head in your lap—gojos body finally relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever.

he was on the verge of sleep when he felt you stand.

his fingers twitched over the rim of the tub. “stay.” it wasn’t a command, wasn’t playful. just quiet. unsure. like he was afraid to ask.

you paused for a moment, but then you stripped and stepped in behind him, the water shifting with your weight. when your arms wrapped around him, pulling his back against you, he felt himself melting into the embrace.

your fingers slid back into his hair, massaging gently, your nails grazing his scalp in a way that made his whole body relax under your touch. you other hand was drawing small shapes into his chest.

no one had ever touched him like this. no one ever cared without expecting something in return.

“toru,” you whispered, lips brushing against his temple “you don’t have to do everything alone.”

his fingers curled around your wrist, holding you close, as if anchoring himself to you. “don’t go anywhere,” he whispered.

you pressed a soft kiss to his hair. “I won’t. never.”

his world had always been too loud. too fast. too demanding—but with you here, everything slowed. everything quieted.

he let himself sink into it—let himself need you. and, for the first time since he could remember, he felt was it was like to be loved unconditionally.

If you would ever sleep with Suguru Geto, he would be the first to wake up the day after. He would enjoy the view of your sleepy body and he would close his eyes for a moment, only for hearing your breath. Probably he would wrap you tighter against his chest, because he loves the feeling of your warmth on him. He would put his head on your shoulder he'd give some soft kisses on your neck.

He likes giving you kisses while you're sleeping. After breaking away from your neck, he would look at your face before starting to kiss your forehead. He would pass from your forehead to the tip of your nose and finally your lips. He would continue with those action until you wake up, caressing your cheeks too. He likes the way you slightly open your eyes and the way you look at him a bit sleepy, anf most of all he loves when you smile and start passing your hand through his hair.

Geto is just too affectionate to you. He would whisper to your ear «I love you» everytime he would have the opportunity, just to remember you his love for you. Because you are everything for him, the person who still keeps him sane.