So... Request.. Or Recommendations Request.. I'm All In My Feelings And Need Some Eddie Comfort While

Eddie is such a pitiful, simpy boyfriend—he 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 much—just 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 me—for 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 him—he's acting like you truly offended him by simply holding your stuffy at night. Apparently, you're not allowed to hold anything but him—a 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 you—a 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 don’t 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, exasperated—like a mother humoring her child’s tantrum just to move things along. "Then go to sleep."

"Wan' a kiss."

You can barely make out what he said—his sulking mumble has dropped another octave. "What was that?" you prompt, locking eyes with him, waiting for a response.

"Wan' a kiss," he repeats—still 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 disapprovingly—Eddie is such a piece of work.

Masterlist

Waking up at Eddie's house would include:

Getting woken up by the scream of the neighboor kids who are going to school;

Watching Eddie sleeping peacefully while he drools on the pillow. He always look so perfect to you;

Him starteling you at one point by telling you to stop staring;

Staying in bed for another hour just cuddling and peppering each other faces with kisses (not giving a shit about morning breath) and with your fingers touching his beautiful body, his tattoos, while with his he slightly touch the moles on your arm;

You trying to get up to have breakfast only for him refusing to let you go by blocking you with his body on top of yours. a pouting expression on his face once you get up;

Having breakfast with yoo-hoo and chocolate cookies while watching Scooby Doo;

Taking a shower together because, as he says, in this way you are not going to waste too much water;

Both of you shampooing each others hair and cleaning each others backs;

Lots of neck kisses and smiling each others smiles;

Eddie booping your nose (he is obsessed with it);

You brushing his hair gently to get rid of all the nods, trying to learn his hair routine, with your gentle touches making him relax so much that he almost fell asleep again;

You doing your skin care routine with Eddie looking at you attently, asking you the purpose of every product you are using.

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 didn’t 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.

GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU-

Spencer Reid kisses you like he’s been holding his breath under water and you’re oxygen. Like he’s dehydrated and you’re a cold glass of water. He grabs your face, the back of your neck, your waist, whatever he can hold onto and devours your lips. It’s a whole body thing- to be kissed by Spencer. His lips suck on yours, his tongue prodding into your mouth, teeth clashing a little. His nose brushes against yours and he can’t let you go. He can’t get enough of you and he intends to give you that headrush feeling he always does when you kiss. When you pull away, he chases your lips and you have to push at his chest a little- Spencer smiles devilishly, proud to know just how much you love his kisses. Your chest is heaving and your lips are even more plump and red. What Spencer loves most about how you look post make out is how dazed you look- how your eyes track every one of his movements and how you reach back out to him. “We have to go, sweetheart.” Still, he indulges you with one last kiss that cements your being late for the annual FBI conference slash party.

❦ TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF PT. 2

ft. sakusa, kageyama, atsumu

PART 1 | PART 3

—sakusa

when people ask you what your skin care routine is, you shrug. how are you supposed to know if you’re not the one that does it? your boyfriend does. you’re his little doll that sits pretty for him as he places the products in his hands to warm them up before patting them on your soft skin (patting, not rubbing, he’s very insistent on that). it’s a multiple step routine everyday and sometimes he’s very annoying about it, but he rewards you with a soft kiss on your lips every single time without fail.

—kageyama

takes you two on a monthly date to get your nails done. the both of you are sitting side by side as your cuticles are getting cut and his nails are getting shaped. he’s helping you pick out a new colour and he’s telling the nail techs all the new shit that’s going on with his team. even though he doesn’t get any polish (doesn’t want anything on his fingers) he still blows on them like he sees you do. then he’s paying and, depending on the weather, taking you to get a drink so you can show everyone at the cafe your new nails.

—atsumu

sometimes washing your hair is a hassle. you get into a rut where you can’t bring yourself to shower despite feeling like shit. that’s where your boyfriend comes in, with his wide smile and gentle teasing, he sits you down in the tub and lets the hot water run down your body. he’s mixing together random shampoos, acting like they’re different ingredients for a salad that is your hair. his fingers are massaging your scalp as he pretends to ‘toss’ the ‘ingredients’ together. it’s sweet and funny and even if it doesn’t bring you out of your slump, it makes you feel clean and loved.

when you die, gojo is still in denial. they say there are five stages of grief, yet he still hasn't been past that first phase. he misses it a lot. your touch on his skin. the way you'd trace random lines on his thighs when you were so indulge in a book. and that sudden grip whenever you came across a thrilling part of it. he always chuckled at your sudden "whats" and "awws".

he misses how your voice would always get gentler when you spoke to him. your usual voice was a little loud but whenever you spoke to him, you'd be so sweet and calm.

he misses how you'd outshine anyone and everyone around you. even him. the strongest. your smile was brighter than the diamond on your engagement ring. but life is unfair, isn't it? he was so excited to turn you from his fiánce to his wife, only to find you dead and cold on the ground, the crimson blood filming the diamond, drenching it in itself.

but to this day, even after so many years, he still finds himself in denial when he accidentally (to what it seems like a hundredth accident) calls you his wife mid conversation with someone else. "oh my wife loves this...perfume," he says to the worker, his voice fading in the end when he realizes he was supposed to use past tense. "loved"

"why don't you gift it to her? i am sure she'll love it," the girl smiles. if only she knew.

but he buys it anyway. decorates it with pink ribbons and stuff, even when he knew you were not there to open it anymore. he comes home, sits in one dim light of the bedroom, unwrapping it. he sprays the perfume on one of your dress that he loved. your scent. god he misses it. the cerulean eyes mimic an ocean once again in the wait of his lover. a useless wait for you were never arriving on his door ever again.

Mr. Scarletella Doodles with no context

And my sona, yeeeahhh... i really fall for him 🙏💀 So, funny heh

❦ 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.