Geto Who Smokes Like Its His Biggest Hobby, But You Despise It. Every Time He Kisses You, The Bitter

washing eddie’s hair 🫧🧼💆🏻

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, soft eddie, nicknames (sweetheart and baby, reader calls eddie “eds”), a few “i love you’s”, nudity but still sfw

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“Sweetheart, I don’t want ‘Glacier Freeze’ it sounds like a car scent or something” Eddie sighs and shakes his head but you’re well invested in the shampoo bottles on the shelf.

“Come on Eds, it’s perfect. Good for curls, bigger bottle and smells amazing. Can’t use 3 in 1 forever” You put the bottle in the shopping cart and scan the rest looking for a conditioner.

“Baby”, Eddie wraps his arms around you. He rests his chin on your shoulder and mumbles into your ear. “I thought you loved me no matter what.” You laugh at his little antics, trying to dodge all the self care you’ve been. introducing him to. Last week was facials, this week hair routines and next week? The undeniable mani pedi time, of course eddie only lets you do this when he has a show coming up.

“I love you Eddie” You rub the ringed knuckles of the tall metalhead hovering you, back pressed into his lean physique. “This is part of my love for you. My pretty boy, my handsome rockstar, hm?” You gently tap his hands and walk foward to grab the conditioner. Of course he doesn’t let go of you, following right behind you as he pats your tummy.

He groans. He pouts. His usual behavior trying to pity you to just put it behind. He’s accepted defeat when you put the items onto the conveyor belt. Once you’ve made it back to Eddie’s trailer you set the items on the counter. Oil, shampoo, conditioner, brushes, combs, clips, scrunchies. All for Eddie. He never in his life imagined a girl would ever be doing something like this for him.

Eddie’s in his bedroom, stripped down to.. well nothing. You and Eddie have been dating for quite some time. You sleep over a lot, you help clean, you have seen each other in ways no one else has. So you find it humorous when you start undressing and Eddie starts gawking over your body.

“What is your problem.” You laugh and shake your head, tossing your shirt at Eddie. He laughs and smiles. “Can’t admire my pretty girl?” He fakes an offended look and walks up to you. Bare bodies and affection. “Well you were staring. Must’ve seen something you liked.” Eddie smiles and cups your face, softly stroking at the gentle skin of your cheeks. He runs a thumb over your soft lips, parting his own. “I see something I really like.”

Blushing. That’s what you do when eddie says things like this. You can barely hold the eye contact, and he knows it. so he pulls you into his arms and hugs you, soft yet very callous hands gently rubbing up and down your back, stopping at your hips. You love being affectionate with Eddie because deep down under the tough metalhead everyone thinks he is, he’s a softie for his girl.

Placing your hands on his soft shoulders, you look up into his honey smitten eyes. You whisper, “I love you.” He smiles and brings you in, pulling gently at your hips and plants a soft kiss on your lips. He nibbles and gives a small pull to your bottom lip. He smiles when he pulls away. “Love you more, sweetheart.”

You smile and look at the bottles of hair products lined up by the bathtub. “We’ll see if you feel that way after this.” He chuckles and finally, he starts his shower. Although now his showers have become your showers. Saves hot water and gives eddie extra time to be close to you. You and Eddie stand under the warm water covering your bodies. Once his hair is soaked enough you grab the shampoo bottle.

“Okay. First shampoo. I’ll do this part it’s more fun for me.” You start to lather his scalp with the shampoo. Oh.. Eddie’s never been more wrong in his life. ‘Glacier Freeze’ smells amazing. Feels great too, or at least that’s what the little happy murmurs from his lips are telling you. “Feeling okay?” You tilt your head a bit to see that Eddie has a small smile on his face. “I take it back.” He chuckles, “This is the best feeling ever.”

You raise a teasing brow. “The best feeling.. you positive?” He laughs a bit more, knowing what you’re getting at. “Okay second best. No wait..” He thinks to himself. “Fifth best feeling.” A bunch of laughs, followed by a bunch of scalp massaging and a bunch of complaints about ‘this taking way too long’ from Eddie and his hair is clean. Baby soft long brown curls.

Once you’re out of the shower and in much more comfortable clothing you sit on the sofa, Eddie sat on the floor between your legs letting them hang over his shoulders as you watch tv. It’s mainly eddie shutting his eyes to the comforting feeling of his girlfriend’s fingers in his hair, gently caressing in that conditioner that’s gonna make his hair smell so good. Feel so soft. He’s definitely gonna make you do this all the time now.

“Sweetheart, you were right.” He says a bit lazily, most likely dozing off from the comfort of your fingers in his hair. “What’s that?” He speaks up. “I’m thanking you,” He squeezes your calf that hangs over his shoulder gently. “For caring for me. My hair.. it’s never felt this nice”

You smile. “Aw. So sweet. You’re being so cute right now.” He groans and laughs a bit. “Okay knock it off. I’m not a softie I just love you. I love this.”

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bf!todoaoi

he’s soooooooo clingy, like this mf cannot do anything without you in his sight, in his arms, or on his mind.

asks you to sit on his back while he does pushups because he wants you to be a part of his workout. He gets offended when you ask if you’re too heavy and he’ll be like “You really think I’m that weak I can’t handle a lil thing like you?”

When he’s extra clingy he’ll tell you to lay flat on the ground and do pushups while hovering over you just so he can kiss you every time he lowers himself. He’ll even “fall” on top of you just to annoy you more but he holds back cuz he knows he’s way bigger than you and will definitely crush you if he didn’t.

Speaking of his size, this man is quite literally humongous. His large hands easily grip your thighs and you often find yourself being pulled in by your thighs just so he can lay in between them claiming that it’s his “therapy”.

You often find him moving his hands towards your ass and cupping his hands around it while his face is buried in your thighs. You tried slapping his hand away once but he ignored it and you've just learned to accept your fate.

Todo knows he’s fine, but it doesn’t help when he catches you ogling him every hour of the day. Whether it be you staring at his hands/forearms as he does a task, staring up and down his torso and admiring his firm and defined 8 pack and large pecs, or even burning holes through him as you stare at his wide muscular back while he makes you both breakfast.

He loves to workout just because he knows he has a little freak at home that admires everything about his body, a little too much sometimes.

One time you walked up to him and squeezed his large pecs,

“You have such mommy mikers,”

he laughed and grabbed your hands pulling you close up against his chest.

“you’re so odd baby,” he teased and gave you a peck on the lips knowing damn well he enjoyed how much you praised his body.

He is DEEPLY infatuated with you and he makes it very clear.

He’s always telling people about his “amazing girlfriend” or bringing you up in a conversation when someone says something that reminds him of you or something you did.

He isn’t afraid to show you off, he’s so proud of himself for landing someone like you.

When you two first got together, he told Yuji all about you, he described you as "an angel sent from heaven" and wouldn't' shut up about you. He would talk you up so much that Yuji didn't believe you even existed until Todo showed a pic of you sleeping soundly on his chest. Yuji praised Todo even more after that.

Todo doesn’t care what you wear out, because he knows that he’s with you and he knows no sane man will ever approach you while his large hands constantly roam around your body.

dress is too short? No problem his hands will be on your ass all night anyways.

this drabble had been in the drafts for too long so I js uploaded it :3not proofread btw so if its messy oh well:pLikes comments and reblogs appreciated!!

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Wrong team – Kageyama x reader wc 986 – f!reader, brother!Atsumu, brother!Osamu

Being a student could be difficult, but being a student in Osaka and Osamu Miya’s little sister had its perks. Osamu hired you quite quickly after you graduated from high school, letting you work part-time at the restaurant, which also meant you were his favourite employee to bring for job excursions.

Like this huge one, where your other brother and his team were playing against the Schweiden Adlers.

You practically bounced as you walked past the banners when entering the arena a couple of hours before the game was set to start. Chatting away with Osamu on how you thought the teams would play, the two of you enjoyed setting up the stall and preparing everything to hopefully sell a bunch of delicious onigiri.

“Okay, ya did good. Ya get…” Osamu checked his wrist watch, humming under his breath before smiling up at you again. “Fifteen minutes to roam around, then I need ya back here.”

“Thanks!” you squealed and high-fived him quickly before running off, still wearing your complete uniform. Osamu had told you it was better to keep it on so that no one thought you had snuck in, so you even had the cap and name tag on.

You first ventured around the halls for a bit, nervous to approach the actual court where you could hear them warming up. However, the nervousness eventually couldn’t stop you from peeking inside.

There they are, the gorgeous Schwe- oops, surely you mean the Black Jackals?

Smiling sheepishly to yourself, you slowly crept inside the main arena to observe. Just as you found Atsumu, he seemed to catch a break and ran off towards Osamu’s stand, probably to check if everything was okay. You frowned, wondering if you should turn back so you could wish him good luck before-

“Hi.”

It felt like your heart jumped right out of your chest at the unexpected company, eyes snapping to the Kageyama Tobio standing there with a volleyball tucked between his elbow and waist. In an attempt to hide that you had to catch your breath, you cleared your throat and adjusted your hat. “Hey! Ready for the game?”

That was smooth enough. Good job.

“Getting there, it’s our turn for warm-ups on the court in about a minute,” he told you casually. Clearly, he wasn’t aware of your clammy hands and burning ears.

“I’ll be cheering for ya! From the food stands,” you told him with an awkward chuckle.

Kageyama walked closer to you, leaning in to look at your name tag and the logo on your shirt. His eyes seemed to brighten, and you felt entranced with their oceans. “Thank you. I might have to come get some onigiri if you have any left after the game… and the signing… and the press meeting.”

You chuckled more genuinely this time, charmed by how he got more and more dejected at the realisation that he might not have the time to get onigiri today. “If yer ever back in town, ya could always swing by. We’d be happy to serve ya, maybe even add yer photo to the wall of fame.”

“Speaking of, shouldn’t you be cheering for the other team? With that last name on your shirt.” Your heart once again tried to kill you as it did a double take with Kageyama’s surprisingly cheeky comment.

“I’ll have ya know it’s not just on ma’ shirt-”

“Y/N?!”

You sighed, a headache already forming at Atsumu’s heavy footsteps. “I just came to tell ya good luck, Tsum.”

Atsumu glanced at Kageyama, who seemed to take the hint and gave you a little bow before gathering with his team to start warming up their attacks. You waved him goodbye before getting pulled back by Atsumu, all the way back to Osamu’s stall.

“It’s yer responsibility when we’re here that no Adlers get close to her,” Atsumu instructed to deaf ears. Osamu was too busy readying the register and simply waved him off. “She’s our baby sister- ow!”

After you threw a solid punch at his arm, he finally let go of you so you could return to your spot behind the stall. “Cringe,” Osamu commented, making you nod in agreement.

“I’m barely two years younger than ya.”

After Atsumu made his way back to his team, you barely had a spare minute to think much about your interaction with Kageyama. A lot of people came to watch, including several old friends of yours from Inarizaki, so you sold a lot of food before the game started and held a conversation or two to catch up where you could.

About ten minutes into the game, the line finally dispersed as everyone got back to their seats to watch the best game of the season. “Tsumu’s up to serve,” you mumbled as if Osamu wasn’t watching the same thing.

The serve was great, but Hoshiumi was on it, getting the ball up for Kageyama in a tough spot. You clutched your hands together as you watched in anticipation, ultimately cheering when the set led to Schweiden Adlers’ point. Osamu placed a hand on your head, pushing your cap down over your face. “Wrong team, idiot.”

Osamu hadn’t actually taken any of Atsumu’s allegations seriously, but maybe he should have. That’s what he thought when he watched Kageyama walk inside his restaurant one evening, hands tucked deep in his pockets and looking around like he wasn’t there for him.

“Welcome to Onigiri Miya. How can I help ya?”

“I was hoping-” Kageyama’s eyes trailed from the kitchen behind Osamu and back to him, a small pout on his lips. “I’ll just have today’s special.”

“So yer the Adler my brother warned me about, tsk tsk.” Osamu shook his head and sighed as if this took years off his life. “I’ll get her.”

Atsumu will be livid when he hears about this, Osamu thought, and that was always his greatest motivation.

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I can’t sleep

Eddie Munson x gn!reader

No trigger warnings

WC:  0.7K

Another sleepless night. You have had trouble sleeping for as long as you can remember. Night terrors when you were a kid and now insomnias. Your boyfriend, Eddie, is sleeping soundly next to you. You, however, look at the ceiling, unable to fall asleep. You know that if your boyfriend wasn’t asleep right next to you and holding you, you would have left the bed.

But you are afraid you are going to wake him up, so you stay in bed, being a very much awake little spoon. You hate nighttime because everyone is sleeping except for you. You are left alone with your thoughts, in the dark and silence.

At some point, you just can’t take it anymore so you try to delicately untangle yourself from Eddie, trying your hardest not to wake him up. Spoiler alert: it fails. As soon as your feet touch the ground, you hear shuffling behind you. When you turn around, you see your boyfriend tiredly rubbing his eyes.

“Go back to bed, Eds.” You whisper softly.

“What about you?” he asks, voice thick with sleep.

You shrug. “I can’t sleep.”

“You haven’t slept at all?” Eddie asks, concerned.

You shake your head in response.

“c’mere.” Eddie says, opening his arms for you.

“Eddie…” you protest. “You should go back to sleep.

“I want to help you fall asleep.” Eddie softly says.

“It might take a while…” you say, sighing.

“I don’t mind, I can’t sleep knowing that you are struggling.” Eddie tells you before pleading. “Please, let me help you.”

You nod and Eddie opens his arms again for you. “C’mere.” He says again.

You crawl into Eddie’s arms and lay your head on his chest.

“Tell me more about your sleep troubles.” Eddie says, trying to understand.

You shrug one shoulder. “Had them forever. When I was a little kid, I had night terrors. The older I got, the more it turned into insomnias. Maybe because I’m subconsciously scared to have night terrors.” You explain.

“Sweets?” Eddie asks, frowning.

“Yes?” you answer, raising your head to look at him.

“How many nights have you spent awake with me obliviously sleep next to you?” he asks.

“All of them…” you say. There is no point in lying, he knows about your sleep troubles now.

“Baby…” he coos. “You should have told me earlier. I would have tried to help or at least stayed awake with you.” Eddie says, ridden with guilt.

“Eddie… you need your sleep; besides, I don’t want to be a burden to you.” You argue.

“Sweetheart… I’m here for you at any time of the day or night.” He says enthusiastically.

“But I don’t want you to sacrifice your nights because of me.” You tell him regretfully.”

“I would sacrifice every night if it meant you can sleep peacefully.” Eddie says while scratching your head with one hand and your back with the other. You hum contently.

Eddie keeps scratching your heads and back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and telling you how much he loves you.

After fifteen minutes, Eddie feels your body fully relax.

“Baby?” he asks wanting to make sure that you are truly asleep.

When your only answer is soft snoring, Eddie chuckles to himself before softly kissing the top of your head. Eddie then falls asleep with your sleeping form in his arms.

That night, you have got the best night of sleep in forever. Even as a child you never slept this peacefully.

Eddie scratching your head and back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear or even reading you a bed time story became a routine for the two of you. Every night, this little routine help you fall asleep. And whenever you are night terrors, which is less and less frequent, Eddie is here to comfort and reassure you. He always starts the process of rubbing your back and whispering sweet nothings into your ear until you fall asleep again. Step by step your sleep schedule is getting better, and it is all thanks to Eddie. You have never felt as safe and peaceful than you do with him and Eddie is glad he could help.

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Am i the only one who imagined the first meet like this?? *swooon*

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Pimple Patches

Bucky Barnes x GN!Reader

Summary: Bucky feels left out when he notices you’re wearing star pimple patches.

Warnings: mentions of insecurity about pimples/acne/skin texture

Word count: 800

A/N: so I put a few pimple patches on this morning which sparked this silly little idea, I hope you enjoy! Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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“Darling, you’ve got stars all over your face…” Bucky’s voice is croaky from sleep, but you can still hear the confusion in his tone. 

The coffee machine hums to life as you smile back at him to say “I am well aware Buck - they’re pimple patches.” 

If it were anyone but your precious boyfriend who had made that comment, you might feel slightly offended at the insinuation that you have acne all over your face, but you know from experience Bucky thinks you're the most beautiful person in the world regardless of any blemish, scar or skin texture, and this is coming purely from a place of innocence. 

Sometimes you forget that he’s actually over a hundred and can be such an old man. 

You chuckle at how bewildered his expression is, clearly still unable to grasp the reason why you have intentionally placed them on your skin. 

“Pimple patches.” He repeats back to you, his voice holds no recognition that he understands what that means, even though you think the name itself is a fairly obvious indicator. 

“They help reduce the inflammation and absorb the gunk from my acne.” Is the explanation you provide him as you saunter over to give him a good morning kiss. “Plus, more than anything they prevent me from wanting to pop them myself.” 

There’s something still bothering him as he sits at the breakfast bar while you serve the aromatic roasted coffee to him in his favourite mug. 

“But why are they in the shape of a star?” 

Bless his heart.

“Because it’s fun! Who doesn’t want colourful stars on their face to cover up their whiteheads?” 

Bucky blows on his coffee, before sipping it slowly while his eyes examine the placement of the stars around your face. He still looks unconvinced by the concept but there is still that twinkle in his eye and the small tug at the corner of his mouth that he is staring at his person.

You're getting used to that affectionate stare.

“Do you feel like you’re missing out? Do you want a star too?” He seems to perk up at the question, but then gives a fake little cough and straightens his shoulders as if to give the impression he’s far too mature to want a star sticker as well.

“I don’t think I have any pimples.” Is what he says instead of giving you a straight answer to your yes or no question.

He’s right, Bucky’s skin is annoyingly perfect when your own can be such a mess, even though you’re the one splurging on high end skincare to treat acne. He’s always told you it’s the serum when you’ve previously broken down about how imperfect your own skin is compared to his.

“C’mere.” You grab his hand, which is unusually warm as he has been holding his coffee, and pull him to the bathroom.

It’s very endearing how he stands with his hands joined behind his back, waiting for you to do anything you want to his face with the giddy grin of a ten year old getting a ‘your a star!’ sticker on their homework.

Bucky watches in fascination and adoration as you carefully lift the star from the sheet and turn to face him. Being this close to him still gives you butterflies, but the warmth radiating from his broad body makes you feel safe and at home.

There’s a faded, thin scar on his cheekbone, one that he got well before the serum saving Steve from a fight, that you place the blue pimple patch onto. “There, your own little star. Now we match!” 

He takes a quick look in the mirror and you determine he likes it given the smile he beams. You wish he could be forthright about his wants with you, even if it’s as silly as wanting a sticker on his face. But you’re working on it together.

“You’re my little star.” He says dotingly as he places a sweet, sloppy kiss to your cheek, in between a couple of your pimple patches.

Looking back in the mirror, he stands taller than you, but he looks proud to not have missed out on the identical patch that you now don together. He practically skips out of the bathroom and doesn’t remove his precious star until you tell him it’s time to peel them off later in the day.

The next morning, you notice Bucky has another star stuck to his cheek as he’s making you breakfast. You smile to yourself, before pointing it out to him.

He says it’s to make sure you don’t feel uncomfortable wearing them around him, which if the case is very sweet, but you have a sneaky suspicion that he might just like matching with you.

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