Being In A Relationship With Eddie Munson Would Include:

thinking about your older bf!simon that cannot cope with being far from you.

when you’re in the shower, he’s sat on the lid of the toilet on his phone (watching those rug cleaning videos) enjoying your faint singing under the stream of water, the smell of your body wash on the cloud of steam- ready to pass you a towel or get your back.

when you’re at your desk, working from home or studying, he’s just on the other side of it reading the paper with one outstretched leg tangled with both of yours. he’s dead quiet when you’re on a call, just happy to be around.

when you’re doing laundry, collecting the clothes in the hamper and crouching to stuff them into the washer- turning around and accidentally colliding with a thick wall of muscle.

“sorry, love”

he steps aside but you can hear his soft footfalls as he continues to follow you throughout your home.

when you’re both watching something on the couch, what starts as his pinky locked with yours turns into his arm around your waist. that turns into your head on his chest, which culminates with you falling asleep in his lap with his cheek on your head and soft snores emanating from his lips.

when you grocery shop, you push the trolley but his chest is to your back, arms either side of you and hands clasped over yours on the handle. you can thank his military training for his uncanny ability to tell exactly when you’ll stop walking.

when he wakes up in the middle of the night, on a rare occasion when you’ve managed to slip out of bed without him realising, he’s immediately in a panic calling your name.

“in here, my love”

as soon as his heart settles, he realises the bathroom light was probably a dead giveaway. you’re taking a wee, you’ll be back in a minute.

that doesn’t stop a sleepy simon from leaning in the doorframe, shielding his eyes from the big light as he waits for you to finish up.

even on the short walk back to bed, you can feel fingers twisted in the back of your shirt- almost like you’re leading the way.

minute you’re both on the mattress, you’re being wrapped up in his arms, slotting you perfectly into the curve of his front- almost like you’re made for him.

(and you are)

Haikyuu boyfriend headcanons ; Tendou edition ⋆｡˚ ⤾

-> Insists on late night chats especially when he's feeling talkative. Will literally roll over at 2am and whisper "if we can't see air can fish see water?" — and yes he expects an in depth answer

-> The type to just show up. He rarely texts before he visits just shows up with snacks and a grin, repeatedly ringing your doorbell (he literally has a key and does this purely to see you adorably get mad)

-> Very observant and immediately knows when something's off with you, even if you try hiding it. He'll never pressure you to talk just plops down beside you and sneaks attack you with tickles until you're both out of breath laughing.

-> absolutely LOVES cuddling. The position doesn't matter, little spoon or big spoon he just loves having you in his arms or being in yours. (would still prefer being the big spoon so he can gaze at you and nestle his nose in the crook of your neck)

-> Would talk to you in silly accents just to make you laugh when you're in a bad mood. Like he'll start doing a Gordon Ramsey impression and randomly yell "ITS RAW" until you giggle

-> Kisses you when you're talking — not to shut you up, but because he gets overwhelmed with how much he loves hearing your voice. You'll be mid sentence and suddenly he leans in to kiss your check and says "sorry you just look so cute right now."

-> Gets jealous and a bit insecure if he catches someone else flirting with you. He'll wrap an arm around your waist, pulling you close with a forced smile, and stare down the other person until they leave — not that he doesn't trust you its just deep down he thinks you're too good for him.

-> Loves hand feeding you chocolate when watching a movie. If a bit smudges on your lip, he'll lean in with a mischievous grin to lick it off before giving you a kiss.

note : most of the hc's i'll do on here are just reposts from my tiktok (@/haikyuuism). But im also hoping to make different content here (maybe even working on fics). So if you have hc/sceanrio reqs lmk !

Jason takes care of you after getting your wisdom teeth out

A/n: by the time this is out my wisdom teeth will be gone but I heard it’s okay because they don’t actually hold wisdom :(

Warnings: short, minor injury? Sedation mention and it’s after affects, not proof read, rushed

Your body shakes as they turn on the IV drip. Your eyes search his for reassurance.

“I’m right here sweetheart.” His hand is big, and steady as it holds yours.

“Jay I’m in love with you so much.” You weep softly, words muffled by the gauze.

“Oh I know sweetheart.” His strong hands look so good working the wheel, driving you both home.

“Did you know you’re so beautiful?” Your voice quivers.

“Mhm. You’re beautiful too.” His voice is gruff, and soothing.

You gasp all too dramatically, “I am beautiful?”

“Mhm.”

“Oh wowwww…”

By the time you get home you’re half asleep. His big arms scoop you up with ease, you feel like you’re floating.

The massive bed cradles you. Jason makes sure your head stays elevated on the mountain of fluffy pillows.

You’re technically asleep but you feel him leave, and you’re weeping again.

Can’t control the waterworks.

“Oh…oh sweetness you okay? What happened?” He carefully thumbs the tears beneath your eyes away.

“W-where did you go?” Your voice feels as broken as it sounds.

“Just went to get you some things baby.” He holds up the special ice pack he bought you, gentle hands wrapping it in place around your swollen cheeks.

“S’the pink one? I love pink.”

“Yes I know.” He coos.

“I don’t deserve you.” You sob.

He rubs a hand on the back of your neck, “Oh yes you do,” he leans down to catch your gaze, “Sweetheart would you mind doing me a favor?”

You wouldn’t mind doing him all the favors, “Hm?”

“Let’s take a breath, get those waterworks to stop yeah? Being dehydrated doesn’t feel good.”

He’s right, it doesn’t. That doesn’t stop you though.

“Hey…sugar look at me please.” The anesthesia doesn’t change how willing you are to follow his gentle instructions. “There’s my sweet thing. No more tears okay? No more tears.” He whispers against your temple.

“If I can’t have tears what can I have?” You sniff.

“You can have some mashed potatoes yeah?” He seems to grab a steaming bowl of it out of nowhere.

“Oh…yeah that’s good.”

He chuckles. “I mixed ‘em with some broth.” He holds up the spoon to your lips, “Good?”

You carefully swallow. “Mhm…Jason my teeth feel big.”

“Yeah…” he’s careful not to comment on how swollen your cheeks look from the surgery.

“And they feel badly.”

“I know baby…I know. You were so brave today.” He runs his fingertips over your brow, keeping the urge to cup your cheeks at bay.

“It hurts…”

He nods thoughtfully, immediately pulled into action finding your aftercare instructions. He opens a couple pill bottles, offering each pill to your mouth in turn.

“Swallow f’me.”

And you do. And then you giggle.

“Oh I’d swallow for you alright.”

But he doesn’t laugh? He just…looks at you.

His green eyes hold the golden rays peaking through a heavy forest; his love is the first breeze of spring, and the last chill of winter.

“Your eyes are the green sunlight, and you’re fresh.” Gosh aren’t you a romantic. Some words might be missing there though.

He smiles. “You, my sweet love, are the bed that makes a home. Now hush…don’t want you hurting that pretty mouth.” He kisses your forehead.

But he wanted to say more than that. You are my reprieve.

He stays with you until you fall asleep.

You know that Eddie Munson hasn’t had that much softness in his life. Lost his mom so early, his dad’s an ass, no grandparents (not even indifferent ones) to care for him, and the town treats him like garbage. Yes, Uncle Wayne is a prince among men. But He is gruff. He never meant to be a father - he does the best he can - but he’s not a hug-it-out kinda guy.

One day you find Eddie asleep in your bed holding your favorite stuffy, which YES you still have even though you are an adult who pays taxes and votes and so on. Why wouldn’t you keep your soft little friend??

Eddie has it pulled to his face -holding it in tight -almost white knuckled - fists. So you lay down behind him, big spooning against him until he relaxes a bit and softly snores.

You bring your stuffy friend to his house and hide it under his pillow and it’s never discussed out loud that you did this, but when you first spend the night at Eddie’s- he kisses the stuffy’s face and then kisses your cheek.

When you move in together you get the stuffy back because it goes where Eddie goes.

i very much love the idea of steve with a shy! girlfriend because he is SUCH a caretaker and loves to look after her. i feel like he is also casually dominant in their relationship - he always has a protective hand on her, speaks for her when she’s overwhelmed, knows her triggers… and god forbid anyone say anything about his girl. i just think he would thrive in a relationship where he feels as though he is protecting her and serving a “greater purpose” does that make sense?

makes total sense, love! i’m painfully shy, so i get it.

steve is such a protective person, he loves so hard and he cares so much, so as soon as you met him you gravitated towards his dominant, caring nature… the way he’s almost parental, how perceptive he is to your feelings, how accepting of your shyness he is— he finds it endearing really!

so you become friends fast and fall for each other faster, and steve is always looking for ways to make your life easier and happier and brighter, to shower you with love and attention, and it flusters you so badly! steve loves how giggly you get when he’s extra sweet to you, trying to hide your pretty face from him, and he lives to see you smile. he’s so in love. fully believes you two are soulmates.

your stevie dotes on you and spoils you the way he knows you like and peppers kisses all over you and is so affectionate, doesn’t allow you to doubt your relationship or his love for you for even a second, he orders for you because he knows that’s something that gives you anxiety, he viciously defends you if someone is rude, he helps you get out of your shell as much as you’re comfy with, always tells you how proud he is of you and praises you. stevie is just so happy that he finally found his person, and that you love/spoil/adore/appreciate him just as much as he does you, that you praise him and hold him and love on him just as much as he does you. you’re his perfect match, his favorite person in the whole world, his angel. you two are definitely both touch starved for the other — you because you’ve perhaps never had romantic validation before given how shy and reserved and introverted you are, and steve because he’s never had someone that truly loves and appreciates him and isn’t using him to pass the time or for sex — so you’re both clingy and touchy and so unbelievably happy to be together, y’know? like you truly found your perfect match and there’s no fear of coming on too strong or of showing too much affection or being too needy, you’re both just right for each other.

oh! and everyone in town knows you’re steve’s girl and that he’s totally whipped for his girl, anyone interested in him is so jealous of you because steve only has eyes for you and let’s be honest he’s the perfect boyfriend blueprint to you.

steve finally receiving the love he deserves from his shy! gf and the two being so good and perfect for each other 😌

Hi Starr I’m in desperate need of a jotaro fic anddddd

I’ve seen things here and there abt star platinum being super sweet and lovey towards the reader and I love that dynamic

Like like star platinum being super clingy and affectionate toward reader Bcs jotaro refuses to show it (it’s ok hubby I still love u)

Hi ! :] I absolutely LOVE this trope with Jotaro. Ugh. So I will feed your addiction as a fellow addict myself, I hope you enjoy Starlight <3 Hehe, Starr writing about Star

Jotaro with a gender neutral reader and a clingy Star Platinum

Jotaro was used to Star Platinum coming out on his own in dangerous situations. Faster than his mind can think.

Faster than a bullet at point blank range, Star could catch it in the air. It was a hard adjustment, really, but one he had to overcome in the end.

He just doesn't think he could ever get used to him coming out around you. Especially when he seems so damn clingy.

Sure, a stand is a manifestation of one's soul, and he cared for you, so of course, his stand would as well.

But he swears Star has a mind of his own every time it sees you.

It's not like he didn't show that he loved you, no, it's not that at all. Jotaro, at the very least, is a blunt man.

So he just shows it in different ways, like giving you the last water, checking up on you first, he'd even offer his jacket if you needed. Never hesitating to do anything to make you as comfortable as possible.

Even if he would hit you with a 'good grief' each time before, pulling his cap over his eyes.

Star Platinum? He braids your hair with the utter most precision compared to the amount of strength his strong hands holds.

He pulls you into his lap when the group is traveling. Wrapping his arms around you, just enough it didn't hurt.

A smile can't seem to leave his face, and Jotaro just can't control Star Platinum to stop.

If he's honest, he doesn't want him to...

Simply because of the phantom touch he experiences through his stand.

It comforted him knowing you were so close, in a way he could protect you if anything were to happen.

The most embarrassing time had to been when Star picked you flowers at a rest stop, and you thanked him.

Making him start grabbing you things he'd think you'd enjoy. You have a whole collection at this point.

Which is impressive considering you don't travel with much due to constantly being on the road.

Star Platinum absolutely loves you and shows it every chance he appears, and as the journey goes on. Starts being a lot. Especially since Jotaro only falls for you more.

Lucky for him, the rest of the Crusaders don't seem to mind. Even if he has to deal with the constant teasing of his grandfather and Polnareff... even Kakyoin sometimes joined in. That's when Star started to pout. What a child he was.

It's like you don't know that he can feel every touch, every kiss you place on Star's cheek as a thank you, every hand running down his arm. Fingers threaded together... He's always wanted to hold your hand.

Jotaro doesn't bother telling his stand off anymore. He's so comfortable around you. You make it easy for him to crack a smile in such desperate situations.

Even if he doesn't do it himself, and he has to rely on his stand, Jotaro absolutely craves your touch, the little praises ment for his stand, ment for in a way him. Or at least he hoped it was for him.

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Star shows that he loves you, in a way Jotaro can only dream of compared.

An otherwise quiet night is filled with the sniffling sounds of crying. The tv plays on mute, the picture of another random tv show flickering acts as the only light on in the living room.

You snuggle closer to Eddie on the couch. Feet digging deeper into the olive-colored fabric as your legs tangle. You’re both kind of sitting but mostly laying against the pillows at one end.

Eddie’s arm wraps around you, keeping a light grip as his other hand finds your jaw, gentle fingers softly caressing the skin there and along your cheek, taking your tears with them.

You follow the sparse flecks of freckles and moles on his neck, counting each one until you get to the scars stretching along the left side. Pink scars moving with each movement of his mouth and each swallow.

Fingers itch to caress his jaw just as his do to yours, but your fingers have a grip on the necklace resting on his chest. Your thumb rubs the dark red plastic, running along the edge, tickling the skin just below.

He tells you as much every time it happens, causing a wet laugh to leave you.

Your eyes are so focused on the lower half of his face, you don’t notice his watching you, watching every tear leave your eyes, watching every huff leave your mouth.

Watching you fall apart for just a bit in his arms, not keeping things bottled up for once.

His warm lips touch your cheekbone, kissing a tear that started to make its way down your face.

This goes on for the next few minutes, though it feels like seconds, between whispered love you’s as he kisses away as many tears as he can.

one of the reasons i think eddie munson is still so popular is because he would truly love you for YOU. he’s such a genuine character to the point where it’s hard not to love him? it doesn’t matter what size, color, mental state, etc you are, eddie would love you and everything that comes with. he would be impossible to feel uncomfortable around because he’s just so undeniably himself to the point that you would want to do the same.

╰ . ୭ ┆ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄'𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 ˚. ᵎᵎ

every time you painted your nails you would notice eddie's attention would waver over from whatever it was he was doing.

not only did he think it was cool, the way you created cute little pictures on the end of your fingers, but he also loved the sight of you doing it. you'd adorn nothing but one of his old shirts over your underwear so to not spill anything on yourself as you sat on his bed, your tongue sticking out of the corner of your mouth ever so slightly as you retained your focus. and he wouldn't say anything, but he relished in it.

he would edge himself closer to you on the bed, his body encapsulating you, as you brushed the varnish across your nails with intricate detailing and attention. but today, specifically, he seemed a little more than intrigued by what you were doing than he had been any other day. "do you wanna help me?" you offer him the brush in your hand and he perks up a little. those beautiful big brown eyes of his upturning as they light up. "really?" he asks and you nod.

he takes your hand in his, his fingers soft against the palm of your hand, and as slow and steady as he can he swipes the colour down your nails. with each completed finger he becomes more and more proud of himself, and once done, he beams with a smile before it falters. it's only a split second but it's enough for you to see it. his eyes meet yours for a moment and his lips quirk up into an embarrassed smile. "will you... do mine?"

within an instant you're laying out your nail polish for him and the embarrassment dissipates as he chooses his colours carefully. he eventually plucks a mahogany coloured bottle and a black one, asking if you could do your little patterns across his fingers and you do. watching his excitement grow with each finger until he's almost bursting at the seams.

"what do you think?" you ask once you're done and he holds his hands out in front of him to really take in the sight.

“i love them… thank you," he beams, his expression changing into adoration, before peppering sweet kisses all over your face.

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”