Idk if your requests are open rn but i have a binge eating disorder / i eat when im stressed or depressed and was wondering if you could write a fic of eddie supporting the reader through that
You dont have to write the ED part but maybe eddie just being supportive and proud of me because (excluding multiple relapses) ive been trying to make meal plans and eat healthy n learn about balanced diets (no one taught me how to eat healthy growing up so im doing this blind)
But I lost 28 lbs (2 stone)! Im also planning on going to the gym more and getting a routine to gain muscle so maybe eddie gets all blushy because im getting stronk đȘđȘđ
my requests aren't open but i'm a people pleaser who can't seem to say no so here we go, i hope you like bb đ€ ps: i'm super proud of you!! you're doing amazing and i wish you well on your recovery journey đ«
warnings: fem!reader, reader struggles with food but no details, eating, fluff, eddie being the greatest bf with the dirtiest mind
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browsing through the aisles of the supermarket with eddie pushing the shopping cart while store music is playing faintly in the distance has became one of your favourite activities for your tuesday date night.
itâs more of a date day really.
âshould we try this granola? itâs a berry mix.â
âoh yeah. the last one tasted like ashes.â eddie snorts then tosses it in the cart.
ever since you started meal planning, eddieâs made it a weekly tradition for the two of you to go grocery shopping. you told him that itâs fine, you can do it by yourself and his response was slapping a hand to his heart âyou want to go grocery shopping..â dramatic gasp that could win him an oscar, âwithout me?â then he fell to the ground as if he died from your cruel betrayal.
your trips to the supermarket werenât just for shopping. it was a whole event.
he makes the two of you smoothies from whatever fruit or veggies you had leftover in the fridge from your last shopping trip and he gets all dressed up in his fanciest grey tracksuit pants and band tshirt.
after youâve gathered everything you needed from the list, and some other stuff you definitely didnât need but eddie insisted otherwise like the energy drinks that supposedly taste like guava fruit, he doesnât even know what guava is, and a whole coconut which he outrightly refused to tell you what heâs gonna use it for or if he even knows how to crack it open. we need a coconut, that was his simple explanation when he put it in the shopping cart.
you then went to a small ice cream place that the two of you found a few weeks ago while walking back from your hike. youâve been loyal customers since, frequenting it every week, youâve even met the manger, a sweet lady in her late 50âs, eddie asked her if having her own ice cream shop was a cream come true then told her sheâs his ice queen before he asked her to sign an empty ice cream cup. it still sits on your counter.
sitting at your usual table by the window, you order the same ice cream as you always does which perplexes eddie whoâs going through the entire menu one visit at a time. he thinks itâs insane that you have a favourite ice cream when you havenât tried everything. "what if your favourite ice cream is the one you havenât even tried yet? what if youâll never try it because you always get the same thing?" he says every time as if he doesnât know that youâll eat from his so you are trying new things.
âbaby?â
âhmm?â
âi almost popped a boner when we were in the bread section.â he says nonchalantly through his mouthful of ice cream.
âeddie!â you glare at him and look around making sure nobody heard and sigh of relief when you see everyone is busy in their own conversations and desserts.
âwhat? a man canât make a cone-fession anymore?â he smirks, making you roll your eyes. âiâm serious though, when i saw you bend over and lift these two rice bags at the same time..â he whistles, âyour ass looked so good i nearly creamed my pants and seeing you hold that baguette was my last straw.â
you scowl at his again and he mockingly gives you the same look back as if saying what?!, âiâm just saying.. youâre getting really strong and itâs hot.â he says genuinely, âyour muscles baby.. offfâ
despite his silliness, you canât help the smile on your face, youâve been working really hard to get your body to the shape and strength it has today and a lot of the times you feel like your efforts are so miminal theyâve gone unnoticed but he noticed. he always notices, âeat your ice cream before it melts.â
âiâm proud of you.â he says, one of his hands reaching towards yours and engulfing it, âtruly proud of you sweetheart. youâve been doing really good and youâve come so far.â
âiâve relapsed multiple times.â you say in a hushed tone, the mean voices in your head trying to downplay your progress but eddie wonât let that happen.
âand youâve bounced back every time!â he uttered in protest. âthatâs determination baby, thatâs strength.â his thumb moves back and forth on your knuckles soothingly. âyouâre choosing to get better every time despite the relapses and thatâs what matters.â
he brings your hand to his lips and places a tender kiss on it, âchoosing is the hardest part and each time you relapsed, you chose to recover again and iâm proud of you more every time you make that choice.â his smile is sincere and it makes your heart flutter.
hearing him acknowledge, appreciate and encourage you like that keeps you going. heâs been with you through every step of this journey and you know heâll stay with you. âyouâre making me get all soft.â
he chuckles, amused. âsee! the puns just make themselves.â
you laugh, âi love you teddy, thank you for sticking with me through this.â
âof course iâll stick with you, weâre mint to be together.â he smiles devilishly and feeds you a spoonful of his ice cream. âi love you waffle lot sweetheart.â he watches you eat it and his heart beats with pure admiration for you. âhey youâve got a little something..â he points at his lips then pushes your hand away when you try to wipe your own, âno no let me.â he gets up to get his lips on yours, kissing you ever so gently, letting his tongue brush over your upper then your lower lip before he pulls away.
âthere wasnât anything, was there?â
ânope just wanted to kiss you.â
softie.
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tags: @hazzaismyreligion @fantastic-fox @sugarheart-riot @phyllosilicate-s @becca-alexa @quinnsfae14 @munson-enthusiast @lovinvane @ficsbypix @josephfakingquinn @munsonluvrr @eddies-puppet @mattyhealyssideburn @flawiette @joeydoeeyes @ho-for-joequinn-fics @etherealxwitch @cozmiccass @witchwolflea @musicmoviestv @andrearose89 @ethereal-eddie86 @bloodthirstybreedingbunny @miss-mouse99 @isthlsfate
characters: Yamaguchi x gn!Reader content:(sfw!) established relationship, pure fluff, soft kisses and blushy Yams, treating him like the princess he is word count: 362
Thinking about teaching Yamaguchi the constellations. Excitedly pulling up a map on your phone and pointing them out, taking care to point out Scorpio, his zodiac sign. He looks over them all with such awe and wonder as you go through them. After checking the forecast, you realize that it would be clear enough tonight for the both of you to go stargazing together. You'd just have to wait for the sun to set.
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You look over the constellations on Yamaguchi's cheeks, jokingly pointing them out. "Look, there's Cygnus... and here's Cepheus." You trace a soft finger across his skin, connecting the freckles to each other in replicas of the stars. A red heat blooms under each spot your finger drags along.
"Are you embarrassed?" You chuckle softly, cupping his warm cheeks, his whole face flushing your favorite shade of red.
"A-ah... no... maybe a little? But not in a bad way!" He looks up at you with a timid smile. His hands reach up, encircling your wrists as he nuzzles gently into the palms of your hand. "Please don't stop..."
You kiss over the heated skin, mumbling softly as you worked your way over his freckled cheeks, "Taurus, Volans, Pyxis." You recount the constellations. He lets out a deep, satisfied sigh, his brows slightly tented. Pulling back for a moment, you get a good look at the adorable blissed out expression he's wearing.
After several minutes of reciting the stars, you were running out of constellations to name. Unwilling to stop the little game you had going, you started making up your own constellations. Peppering sweet kisses over the flushed skin as you mumbled nonsensical names, Yamaguchi was none the wiser. He leaned into your touch, soaking in the soft affection.
"Didn't you want to stargaze tonight? The sun should be set by now..." He called softly, his eyes half lidded and full of affection. His cheeks were slightly squished in the palms of your hands. You press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, causing his eyes to flutter closed.
"They're all right in front of me... Why would I ever waste my time looking at the sky?"
You were both quiet.
Unusually quiet.
Something rare, especially with Eddie, as if there was something in the air causing you both to feel such, exhaustion, at the same time.
You both walked through the door after work, exchanging quiet hellos to one another, a kiss to your forehead as you place one to his bare shoulder, gently leading each other to unwind from another long day.
Something unspoken between you as you moved around one another with such ease after all these years together as you shed the work clothes that felt suffocating after so many hours.
Eddie pulled a pair of black sweats on with another well-loved band tee and a pair of mismatched socks before throwing his hair up into a messy bun as you both let out a sigh.
He sat heavily on the end of the bed as you wrapped a robe around the pajamas you picked for the night, a small smile shared as his eyes meet yours, one that didnât quite reach your eyes.
You stand in front of him, running a gentle hand through his bangs, pressing a kiss to his forehead before his face meets your covered tummy, rubbing it against the fuzzy texture as he takes a shuddered inhale. His chin leans against the softness as he looks up at you with eyes begging for rest, shutting as you place one last kiss to his nose.
The rest of the night saw you both having cereal for dinner before heading to bed early, cuddling under the many blankets covering the bed, with eyes open not quite wanting to fall asleep.
Just wanting to hold one another in the quiet, where nothing matters for a little while besides the two of you.
Suddenly I'm not afraid of ghosts anymore!
eddie munson, i will always always always always love you.
Eddie is such a pitiful, simpy boyfriendâhe hates your stuffed animals, they get more cuddle time than him.
God forbid you have one big one you like to sleep with, he'll roll away from you and pout, muttering out a poor, extra shrill imitation of your voice, "Oh, Eddie, I love you so muchâjust not as much as I love Mr. Gordo. Mr. Gordo takes precedence. If I were the captain of the Titanic, I'd tell all the officers to say, 'Women, children, and Mr. Gordo first,' just so I could leave you to drown and start a new life with my true lover."
Having turned over to watch his back shimmy as he mocks you, you're barely able to contain the laugh you so badly want to let out at your boyfriend's self-made misery. "Eds, that doesn't even make sense. The captain went down with the ship. Also, I'm a woman. I wouldn't have been a ship captain at the time."
"Oh, I'm sorry." He jerks his head back for a second, spitting out the insincere apology somewhere vaguely in your vicinity. "Forgive meâfor in my moment of severe emotional turmoil, I failed to craft a compelling hypothetical tale of your infidelity!"
Softly chuckling at his incessant need to use verbose language when upset, you reach for him, gently rubbing his back.
But Eddie's feeling particularly slighted tonight, so he jumps away from your touch, contorting his abdomen outward to avoid your consoling hand.
"Don't touch me, cheater!"
Not bothering to try again, you pull your hand back, raising an unimpressed brow at his melodrama. "Eddie," you chide.
"Infidel!" he accuses over his shoulder, scooting to the very edge of the bed.
"Eddie!"
You can't believe himâhe's acting like you truly offended him by simply holding your stuffy at night. Apparently, you're not allowed to hold anything but himâa version of this exact situation happened a week ago when you rolled over to hug your pillow.
Sighing, you try to reason with him. "I'm sorry, you just run so hot! Anytime I try to hold you, I end up sweating!"
At your excuse, Eddie promptly rolls over to face youâa tight, controlled motion that startles you.
"Oh, god forbid a man have a heartbeat! God forbid a man's mitochondria dare control cellular metabolism and produce a little heat!"
Rolling your eyes, you find an accusing finger hovering right in front of your face the second your attention is back on him.
"You know, if we were still in caves, that would make me the cock of the walk! Every ooga-boogette for miles would fight to be with me! I'd bring fire and body heat to the dwelling, everyone would want me!"
"Fine, go heat another dwelling! This ooga-boogette has to work tomorrow and if you donât let me get my beauty sleep, I will find a slab of wood and bonk you over the head with it!"
Wholly offended that you're using his hyperbolic metaphor against him, Eddie pouts, nearly retreating into himself after being yelled at. Avoiding your eyes, he mumbles through his heavy bottom lip, "Don't wanna heat another dwelling. Wan' this dwelling."
"Okay," you settle, exasperatedâlike a mother humoring her childâs tantrum just to move things along. "Then go to sleep."
"Wan' a kiss."
You can barely make out what he saidâhis sulking mumble has dropped another octave. "What was that?" you prompt, locking eyes with him, waiting for a response.
"Wan' a kiss," he repeatsâstill pouting, still mumbling, but louder and more frustrated this time.
"Fine," you sigh, leaning forward to give him a quick peck.
"Wan' a better one..."
"Eddie."
"Wan' a better one!"
"Jesus Christ..." You roll your eyes, lifting your hand to his warm cheek and dragging him in for a prolonged, breath-stealing kiss. When you pull away, you wait for his hazy eyes to open, meeting him with an expectant look. "Better?"
A smug smile spreads across his wet lips as he hums approvingly, "Mhm."
The one-eighty in his disposition makes you shake your head disapprovinglyâEddie is such a piece of work.
Masterlist
"cold feet (literally)" - spencer reid x fem!reader
you wake up in the middle of the night to get a pair of socks
wc: 1k
cw: reader is described as wearing a bra, sickeningly sweet fluff, two idiots in love
Spencer keeps his apartment climate-controlled at a brisk sixty-eight degrees Fahrenheit. He likes to be cold, he says, and you generally donât mind. You run hot anyway, so if, on the off chance you do get cold when youâre lounging around on his couch or perusing his bookshelves, you grab one of the throw blankets Garciaâs knitted for him and wrap it around your shoulders.
Tonight is different, in that you were not planning on sleeping over. Your relationship with Spencer works so well, in your opinion, because you both like to be independent, so rather than be with each other every moment of every day that heâs home, you orbit around each other like planets. You spend many evenings over at his place, and he spends just as many as yours, but eventually, the other person goes home.
Not that you didnât like sleeping in the same bed as Spencer, of course, but the relationship was still fresh, and you both liked that you were taking things slow. Tonight, however, you started a movie with him rather late, and by the time it was over, you were bleary-eyed and your bones felt laden. Spencer was more than willing to offer you the empty side of his bed for the night.
You arrived in sweatpants and a t-shirt, so you just took your bra off and laid down. Spencer splurged on a fancy orthopedic mattress, so you somehow both sunk into it and rested on top of it like a glass on a table. It was insanely comfortable, and both you and Spencer really were wiped out, so you went right to sleep.
When your eyes flutter open a few hours, youâre laying on your side. The first thing you notice is that the room is not completely dark. No, in fact, thereâs a stream of moonlight, or maybe a street lamp outside, creeping in through the curtains, casting a soft, gray-filtered glow over the room.
You feel Spencerâs hand loosely on your hip, and his knee resting lightly against the back of your thigh. Your immediate reaction is not to move for fear of waking him, but your feet are icicles. The air around you is cold, too, but the blankets remedy that. You just need socks.
I am molasses, you coach yourself, moving languidly and carefully to rise into a sitting position. However, you lack the FBI stealth training needed to rise out of bed without waking your boyfriend, because when you look over your shoulder, his eyes are very clearly open.
Thereâs a tired yet playful little smirk as he sits up, leaning against the headboard. âSneaking out already?â he asks, his voice still rich and thick with sleep, and you suddenly wish youâre able to see him like this more often. Maybe this whole going home to go to sleep thing is simply for the birds.
âNo, of course not,â you laugh softly. The mattress creaks as you finally stand up, your bare toes spreading against the soft carpet. As you pad over to his dresser, you shoot him a performative smile over your shoulder. âMy feet are just freezing.â
âDo you want me to adjust the thermostat?â Spencer asks immediately, shifting the blankets off of him so he can, presumably, get out of the bed.
âNo, no, itâs okay,â you insist, holding up your hand. He stops in his place. âItâs just my feet, Spence,â you assure him. The cherry wood creaks when you tug the top drawer open, plucking the first pair of socks you see out off the top.
Spencerâs mismatched socks are meticulously organized in their correct pairs, as it turns out. You smile to yourself when you realize this means he takes the time each day to couple up an incorrect pair of socks before putting them on his feet.
You select a pair of purple ones with little kiwi fruits printed on them, affection for the ridiculous man in bed behind you bubbling up in your chest, making it feel as if itâs filled with helium. Like you could float up to the ceiling at any moment.
Youâre still smiling stupidly as you perch yourself on the edge of the bed. You slide his socks over your bare feet, wiggling your toes around for a moment. âWhy are you smiling, angel?â Spencerâs asking curiously, and you feel his foot nudge your back.
You lie back down in the bed, shaking your head softly as you lay on your side and place your head against Spencerâs chest. He takes a second to adjust, slinking down so heâs lying flat on his back, then he tugs you a little closer.
Your cheek rubs against the soft, worn fabric of his t-shirt. You place your palm down against his flat tummy, and consequently feel his chin press into the top of your head. âWhat is it?â he asks again.
âI just think youâre the beeâs knees, thatâs all,â you say softly, earning a small chirp of a laugh from your boyfriend.
âThe beeâs knees, huh?â he rakes his fingers through your hair slowly. The action is lulling you like straight melatonin, making you even more tired. âDid you know that phrase actually used to mean something small and insignificant? Over time it developed to refer to something or someone that is greatly admired.â
You close your eyes, your body relaxing against him as he speaks. âDo bees even have knees?â you ask through a yawn.
âTechnically speaking, no,â Spencer brushes his thumb along your temple, then across the top of your ear, as if he is charting all the smooth parts of you. âBut they do have a ball-and-socket joint between their leg segments, which allows them the flexibility to move their little legs around. So when they dance to show their hive mates where the good honey is, they move their legs around.â He laughs softly at this notion, and you feel your weight sink into the mattress.
âYou make me want to dance,â you whisper, smiling with closed eyes against his chest. âSo, youâre the beeâs knees.â
Spencer hums fondly in response to this, then kisses your forehead. âThatâs kind of a reach, angel,â he says. âBut I think youâre the catâs pajamas, so who am I to judge?â
characters: atsumu, suna, bokuto
warnings: mentions of sex in suna's, timeskip!
note/s: i do not feel like writing a new piece rn so here's a lil repost from my old account
(ushijima, iwaizumi, sakusa)
atsumu:
the setter was doing a livestream, he was bored and you were doing a grocery run, so he decided to tweet the hashtag #AskTsumu five minutes before going on live.
once he started filming, he first greeted his viewers and thanked them for their support towards the previous games against the adlers.
âright. letâs get started on the questions.â he says, placing the phone down and clasping his hands together.
ââis it true that you have a twin?â no, i donât. next question.â atsumu smirked as he scrolled past the comments only to see his twinâs angry spamming on how he shouldâve eaten the blonde in the womb.
âjust kidding, yes. unfortunately, i have a twin brother, heâs currently opening up a restaurant in tokyo so go visit if you can.â atsumu endorsed. ââwow, thanks. youâre actually useful for once.â i take it back! donât visit his restaurant, his food is shit. worst food ever, -10/10.â he joked, knowing that his fans and viewers would realize that it was sarcastic.
âalright, time to check twitter for your questions.â he said as he took his laptop and pressed on the hashtag.
âwow, okay. thereâs a lot, iâll try to answer as much as possible.â atsumu began answering the questions, it was mostly about his training routine, his hobbies and his relationship with his team.
âhow long have you and your girlfriend been together?â he smirked at the question before tilting his head to the side and shortly reminisced about your relationship.
âweâve been dating for.. four years now and i couldnât be any luckier.â as if on cue, the door to your apartment opened and you trudged in with groceries. âwait a minute.â he said to the camera before running to where you were and helping you carry the groceries then dragging you to the cameraâs view.
ââtsumu, i look terrible!â you say, trying to get away from the view but atsumu held your waist as he perched you to his lap. ânah, you donât. âyer the prettiest.â he said before leaning forward, chin on top of your shoulder as he read more questions.
ââis that (y/n)?! sheâs so pretty!â âcourse she is. glad you seem to think so as well.â atsumu smirked.
his live suddenly became a couple q&a. not that either of you were complaining.
âatsumu, is your girlfriend single?â he reads before he could comprehend the message. he only realizes once you stifled your laugh.
atsumu huffed before his big hand cupped your cheek to face him and he placed his lips onto yours for a few seconds. just enough to get the point through.
âno, next question.â he winked, you slid off his lap as he laughed at the comment section which was now in an uproar. you knew you had to apologize to the teamâs publicist as soon as possible.
suna:
suna was lounging on the couch as atsumu and komori interacted with their fans in their livestream.
he was in the background, scrolling away on his phone as the setter and the libero chatted animatedly in front of the screen.
âoi, suna! you should go and join us.â atsumu called out, looking behind him, the middle blocker gave a passive wave of the hand, eyes still on the phone.
ââya guys see how mean he is? he doesnât care about anyone unless theyâre (y/n).â atsumu says before his eyes widen. âi should not have said that, huh?â the glare suna sent atsumuâs way made the setter cower in his seat.
âalways knew your loud mouth will get me into trouble.â suna sighed and left it at that.
âshow us a pic...â motoya read out loud, sunaâs head snapped up and before he could stop the two, atsumu has already pulled out his phone and began going through photos of you and the team.
âthis is sunaâs girlfriend, sorry ladies and gents, mr. suna rintarou is off the market.â motoya laughed as he pointed to the picture on the phone screen. âanyway, this is (y/n). sheâs really pretty and she has the entire volleyball team to go after you if you dare send her hate.â
suna smirked and continued to scroll down his phone.
âis sunaâs girlfriend single?â motoya read outloud, atsumu stood up with the phone and placed it in front of sunaâs face, effectively placing him in a hotseat.
âso, sunarin.â atsumu starts. âis your girlfriend single?â
suna looked at atsumu with an unimpressed expression before facing the camera, looking straight at it.
âno, we had sex last night.â atsumu almost let go of the phone at how nonchalantly suna answered.
âcan you get the camera out of my face now?â suna asked, both of his teammates nodded. atsumu grumbled about how he was making the live as pg as possible but the middle blocker had to ruin it.
once atsumu sat down, he made sure that the camera does not catch sight of the smug middle blocker before he states to the camera.
âweâre not entertaining any more questions about suna and (y/n).â
bokuto:
most of the fans knew that bokuto was a volleyball idiot. his actions and reflexes are quick yet when it comes to anything that wasnât related to volleyball, heâd rather pass on the question.
âah, yeah. iâve tried the hybrid on our spikers yet no one managed to receive it! bokkun was pouty the whole practice we had to call (y/n) to get him out of his slump.â atsumu recalled, earning a roll of eyes from sakusa and a lot of praise from hinata.
âi was caught off guard!â bokuto tried to defend himself, earning a passive wave of the hand with a matching smirk from the setter. âsure, sure, whatever helps you sleep at night, bokkun.â
the live audience cooed at the teamâs banter, finding it both endearing and entertaining.
âi see. any more questions from the audience?â the host asked, the mic that was vacant was occupied by a fan who then asked what their drive for volleyball was.
it was the segment for general questions. then it would be time for personal questions per team member.
the owl-spiker was excited but a bit nervous, he didnât know what to expect but the smile on his face didnât show any bit of unease.
after a few minutes, the host turned to bokuto and gestured for him to sit in front, replacing hinata who had just finished answering his fansâ questions.
âah, bokuto-san! are you ready to answer?â the host asked for formalities, everyone knew that bokuto didnât really have a choice. bokuto nods twice, a beaming smile on his face as he faced the audience.
âalright! first question.â the host gestured for the first fan to occupy the microphone.
âare your emo modes unintentional...â the questions went on, the spiker answered the next questions with ease, the past feeling of anxiousness dissipating as he noticed the line getting shorter.
âhi, big fan! so my question for you is⊠is your girlfriend single?â the fan asked, causing a few gasps from the crowd. bokuto couldnât see it, but the team was silently giggling at the question, anticipating whether bokuto would comprehend the question before he would answer.
âwhat?â bokuto asked, wanting to hear the question again. he awkwardly laughed before he spoke once more. âof course sheâs not! sheâs my baby.â
bokuto pouts before speaking again. âsheâs my other half, my soulmate, my baby, my honeybear, my-â âalright, bokkun. we get it!â atsumu said, exasperated.
â(y/n) is the love of my life and my girlfriend and it will stay that way until we see each other at the altar.â bokuto finalized, unknowingly smiling at the thought.
the host cleared their throat, taking the stage away and wrapping the interview up.
you were waiting backstage, watching with a warm face as bokuto talked about you. the backstage staff who was with you gave you knowing glances as the interview ended and bokuto was walking straight towards you.
your boyfriend wrapped his arms tightly around you in greeting. âyou know, that question couldâve been answered with a yes or no, kou.â you say as you pull away from the hug.
âi needed to let them know that youâre mine!â bokuto stated childishly before pecking your forehead.
yeah, you were his and didnât plan on being anyone elseâs.
you wouldnât expect sukuna to take care of you when youâre ill but surprisingly when you answer the doorbell you see your oversized cat â I mean your boyfriend standing there with a bag in his hand.
he tuts, looking at you up and down. runny nose, disheveled hair and tired eyes.
âStay away from me if youâre illâ the tall figure states, coming into your apartment and taking off his shoes.
âyouâre the one who came over kuna.â
âyeah only because you needed medicine.â
âI could have gone and got it myself.â
âfat chance. I also brought soup.â
âyou made some?â
âno.â He deadpans, looking at you. âwho do you think I am? I bought it.â
âright, sorry for assuming.â
âwhy arenât you in bed?â
you rolled your eyes, âIâm answering the door for you idiot.â
âif you stand near me any longer youâre going to get even more sick. go away.â
thatâs code word for âget your ass in bed and let me take care of you.â youâre pretty fluent in the language of your boyfriend.
you say nothing in response and does as he says, disappearing under his sheets.
soon, he approaches you in bed with hot bowl of soup and your medicine. a glass of water is placed on your bedside table and he hovers around, making sure that you eat every last drop.
he doesnât leave until youâre done, taking your bowl and telling you to sleep.
âare you going now?â
âgoing where?â
âhome.â
âwhy would I?â
you shrug your shoulders. your head is heavy from your illness, throbbing from a headache. âthought you didnât want to be around a sick person for too longâ
sukuna holds back a scoff, âgotta make sure you donât catch a fever or something as soon as I leave, I know youâll try to do some work instead of resting.â
âso youâre guarding me.â
âIf thatâs how you want to see it.â
âromantic.â
he makes a disgusted face, âgo to sleep.â
Just as he promised heâs there when you awake and sukuna doesnât leave for the next two days, making sure your illness is gone and that youâve fully recovered.
spoiler alert: the soup he gave you was homemade but he didnât want to admit it. :)
Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Eddie Munson has never been careful. He loves big, loud, and without hesitation.
The ring wasnât anything fancy.
No diamond, no fancy box.
Just a simple silver band, a little worn but still beautiful.
Eddie turned it over in his fingers, his leg bouncing slightly like he was nervous.
Because he was. Very.
âI know this isnât how itâs supposed to go,â he said, his voice rough. âI didnât plan a big thing, didnât ask your dad or get some expensive ring.â He took a breath, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world.
Because to him, you were.
âBut I swear, Iâve never been more sure about anything in my life.â
You sat next to him on the floor of his trailer, your backs against the couch, an open pizza box beside you.
The TV hummed in the background, but neither of you paid attention to it anymore.
âYouâre serious?â you asked, staring at the ring.
Eddie let out a nervous laugh. âDead serious.â He ran a hand through his hair, messing up his curls even more. âI know weâre young, and maybe itâs crazy, but I donât care. I just know I want you. Forever.â
Your heart pounded in your chest so hard it almost hurt. So loud, you were sure he could hear it.
Forever.
Eddie had always been wild. You often found him throwing himself into things without fear, never holding back. And now, he was doing the same with you.
And you loved him so much for it.
Your throat felt tight, your hands shaking just a little.
Eddie swallowed hard, suddenly realising that it might have been too much for you. âShit, you donât have to say yes, I just-â
âYes,â you whispered.
His eyes widened. âWhat?â
You reached for his hand, guiding him as he slid the ring onto your finger. It was a little big, but it didnât matter.
âAsk me again,â you said.
Eddieâs forehead pressed against yours, his breath warm. âMarry me.â
You smiled and confidently spoke up once more. âYes.â
And then he kissed you.
Not soft, not careful, after all, Eddie didnât do anything halfway.
His hands tangled in your hair, pulling you close, kissing you like he was afraid youâd disappear.
Eddie loved with all of his being.
And youâd never wanted anything more.
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Eddie leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching you with a smirk.
âYouâre gonna kill me, Sweetheart.â
You raised a brow. âOh yeah?â
He pushed off the counter, closing the space between you. âYeah. Every single day.â
Your back pressed against the counter as his hands rested on your hips.
âYouâre silly,â you whispered, fingers running into his curls.
âAnd youâre beautiful, and funny. And way too good for a guy like me.â
You rolled your eyes. âEddie-â
âIâm serious.â He cupped your face, his thumb brushing your cheek. âI donât know how I got this lucky, but Iâm never letting go.â
You smiled, tilting your head. âYouâre really bad at shutting up, you know that?â
He grinned. âThen make me.â
So you kissed him.
Eddie loved loud. He loved you.
And you wouldnât have it any other way.
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⊠TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF PT. 3
ft. iwaizumi, bokuto, suna
PART 1 | PART 2
âiwaizumi
shows up at 2:37am when you cant sleep with a bag of stuff he picked up from the convenience store on the way over. herbal teas, face masks, and snacks that he makes you as he tells you to find a feel good movie to put on. doesnât matter that he needs to get up early the next morning, youâre spending the next couple hours pampering yourself until you fall asleep comfortably in his arms.
âbokuto
candids. all your friends follow him on instagram just because they think youâre the cutest couple in the world. on any given day heâs posting you on his story. a glimpse of your hands interlocked as heâs showing off his fit. you with the adorable dog you found on your walk together. your legs tangled together under the sheets as he shows the new tv show heâs binging. this man shows you off the the most subtle and wholesome way whether heâs conscious of it or not.
âsuna
cooks for you. kind of. heâs not the best chef, but as soon as you mention something you like, heâs on the way to the grocery store, looking up the recipe online, and calling osamu for help. his favourite date is a night in where he pours you some nice wine and cooks for you, serving you a plate of whatever youâre craving with clumsily placed garnishes on the side that make you smile. doesnât matter if itâs good or not, itâs filled with love.
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