Eternally Yours

"You're staring, again! Pretty obvious, too."

Eddie was staring, how could he not? Your voice attracts him — beauty distracts him, vanishing into the memories of prophecies. Memories he'll make damn sure comes to pass.

Stunned him silent when you wandered up to him, smiling as your fingers wiggled at his, introducing yourself. His face tickled pink as his ring covered fingers grasp yours, swallowing his mumbling words as he tries to collect his thoughts.

He was positive hell froze over, opening the door to his trailer to find you gazing back at him. A handful of movies tucked under your arm, plastic dangling off your finger as you beamed up at him. "Spontaneous movie night?" You asked, shyly.

Precious, he thought.

First time he kissed you, that night — a core memory. Haven't left his side, settling in his heart nicely, locking yourself in. His girl, his baby.

So yes, Robin's right. He does fucking stare, every chance he gets. He'd be stupid to miss a chance for those exquisite, hypnotizing beauties to glance over at him.

Because if it wasn't obvious, Eddie Munson was in love with you.

[Stardew Valley] felt compelled to draw some ponies..

it genuinely makes me sad that “happy wife, happy life” is a phrase that means “I make my wife happy because if I don’t she’ll be annoying and fuck up my day” when it should mean “I keep my wife happy because seeing her smile genuinely makes my heart light up with mirth, I love hearing her joyful laugh, I love making her happy”

I think this is cute

It all started with a ring. A simple, band of silver wrapped around Tsukishima’s left ring finger. It wasn’t flashy but it looked particularly new.

His coworkers, Kento and Ran, at Sendai City Museum noticed it immediately, especially when he had to take it off to clean pieces or when he needed to wash his hands.

“Did you see it?” one whispered, leaning against the coffee machine.

“Of course I saw it. How could I not?” another one murmured back, eyes moving towards the tall figure of Tsukishima, who was typing something on his computer.

None of them dared to ask. They all knew Tsukishima well enough to understand prying would get them nowhere.

Why was he wearing a ring? He never wore jewelry, so that initial theory was quickly debunked. Family heirloom? Could be, but still, it looked pretty new and he wouldn’t wear it. Then of course, the most obvious: marriage.

But, to who? Not even one of his workmates knew that he was in a relationship!

Their best bet was to observe him in his natural habitat— the museum. Maybe they could catch a glimpse of his lock screen or some text message received from a significant other. But nothing.

Until a group of students came to visit the fossils exhibit. Tsukishima was always the one who prepared and guided the students around the exhibit and gift shop, but today, he was accompanied by his two coworkers, as new fossils had been added.

“And there is the gift shop. We offer replicas of the fossils and several other objects that you may find interesting.” Tsukishima tells the children and their respective teachers. “We have a more specific area with educational resources for class.”

“Thank you so much, Tsukishima-san.” One of the teachers bows, showing him her respect and gratitude. “We’ll have a look.”

Tsukishima’s gaze lingers on something else for a moment and one of his coworkers notices the direction is going to.

“It’s no problem. If you excuse me, I need to grab something.”

The teachers nod and Tsukishima leaves their side, walking towards the front desk of the gift shop. Kento swats Ran’s arm.

“Look!”

“Kei, you forgot your lunch again.”

Their eyes looked at the shopkeeper, the lovely, bubbly (Y/N).

She stood behind the counter, holding a neatly wrapped bento with a look of fondness. The taller man sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“I didn’t forget it… Just to lazy to carry it…”

“Aha, of course…” (Y/N) rolled her eyes, stepping out from behind the counter, leaving the bento behind for a few seconds. Without any doubt nor hesitation, she reached up to fix Tsukishima’s sweater and lanyard. It looked like she had just done that for years—her touch almost familiar.

“You’re impossible,” she muttered, a smile playing on her lips as she tapped a finger against his chest. A finger wearing an almost similar ring to Tsukishima’s, adorned with a small diamond.

Kento and Ran barely held back their gasps.

This was it. This was her. The mystery wife, the lovely (Y/N) that hang out with them, went to karaoke and went out for drinks on Fridays. How long had they been together? How on Earth did they not notice?

Hiding behind a postcard display, they started murmuring about possible timelines, shivers running throughout their bodies at the haze of Tsukishima’s golden eyes flicking in their direction.

“I can hear you, you know?”

Kento and Ran scattered instantly, but not before hearing (Y/N)’s laughter and noticing the playful little smile on Tsukishima’s face.

Squish

Squish

Squiiiish

“What are you doing?”

Wide brown eyes watch your every move with amusement as you sit on his lap with your hands holding his face, squishing his cheeks every so often.

Squish

“Making you look like a fish.”

You snort as you stare down at him, taking in the faux annoyance on his face before pressing a sweet kiss to those pretty puckered lips.

And what followed was nothing short of chaos.

The moment your lips touched his, Eddie took it upon himself to blow a raspberry, sending you both into a wheezing fit of laughter as your head clunked against his in surprise at the sound.

;_;

I’m completely obsessed with the idea of eddie who is so overwhelmingly head-over-heels infatuated with you. like it’s SO obvious to anyone who observes the way he is when you’re around, when you’re brought up in conversation, anything. he tries to be suave and chill and reserved, but he fails miserably (it’s not a bad thing though). his friends tease him lovingly when he cuts plans short for you, or when he gets that starry-eyed look when he talks about you, or when he follows you around like a puppy at any group outing. eddie is anything but subtle, he’s completely lovesick and it shows.

miya osamu has long accepted the fact that the girl he loves is a crybaby.

when he and atsumu met you as kids you were crying alone in the playground as your friends left one by one.

when you entered middle school with them you cried when you found out you were in separate classes.

when he gifted you a necklace he had worked hard for to buy you cried so hard you got snot all over his shoulder.

when you atsumu made you so mad you cried in his arms as he comforted you.

when you and atsumu left hyogo for tokyo, you cried begging him to call you everyday.

when you were feeling lonely in college you cried on the phone with him and cried when he finally found the time to visit.

you cry over the smallest inconveniences, anything that made you feel happy, had you feeling mad, excited, surprised, anything.

so it's no surprise to him that it's taking you so long to finish your vows because of crying so hard.

all formalities are forgotten as he pulls you in his arms, swaying you gently as you finish the last of your vows. family, friends, and guests are forgotten ones he cries with you as he reads his vows written on a tissue paper.

"I whole heartedly promise to love you, comfort you and cry with you even if death separates us and even in our next life. i'd love you now and forever and until the next life that i'll share with you."

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.

"I love you."

Sukuna frowned, cracking an eye open to stare at you. You were laying next to him with a tender smile on your face.

He grunted and turned away from you. "Stop uttering nonsense and go to sleep, woman."

You sighed. "Love, it wouldn't hurt for you to say it back for once."

He snorted. "And what is the point of me saying it when I've already established it quite clearly that you belong to me and no one else? What will I gain from uttering those words? Nothing. Now go to sleep."

You frowned, staring at your husband's broad back with a glare before you smiled and scooted closer.

"'kuna?"

"What now?"

"You, too, belong to me and no one else, right?"

"..."

Silence.

A slight shift of his large frame.

"Yes."

You grinned and rested your forehead against his back.

Close enough.

“Come on, we’re getting wet.”

He halfheartedly tugs your hand to pull you the last few feet to the shelter under the awning, snorting as he watches you tip your head back and stick your tongue out.

“What are you doing?” He laughs shaking your hands, making no moves to actually get out of the rain despite the downpour.

“What’s it look like, Eds?”

You can’t see as he shakes his head to himself, his dark curls now limp as they stick to his bare shoulders, the smile never leaving his face.

“What am I gonna do with you?” He mutters to himself as you stand in place, catching raindrops on your tongue.

Before he can join you, your voice cuts through as one eye peeks over at him, “have you ever been kissed in the rain?”

He hums in thought, dramatically tapping a finger to his chin with a smile lighting up his whole face.

“Can’t say I ha—,” before he can finish that sentence you yank him into you, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“Careful, sweetheart. I’m fragile.” He chuckles as a blush takes over his face, his ears tinged with flames as you pinch a lobe holding a dangly earring.

“I’ll take good care of you, Eds.”

You kiss him stupid in the pouring rain, your sweet boy.