#i’m lovesick

[honeypleasejustkillme]

stg.. i’m a dummy

[eretriahs]

Eddie Munson in 4.06 The Dive

[infatuationsnation]

Not to be lovesick on main, but do you ever want to sleep under their arm, feeling their chest rising and falling. Having woken up and lazily kissing them whilst snuggling up again to have them dazily wrap their arms tighter around you. Instinctively matching your breathing with theirs when they fall asleep and you get a chance to finally just look at them. And their damned gorgeous face in front of yours as soon as you wake up to start your day.

[baby-tart]

want to eat a boy’s pussy so bad... Fuck, dude! Why is he so hot!!? I just keep imagining life with him too. Sometimes i think about helping him do his shot, in the future, and him saying “thanks babe,” to me and giving me a little kissy. And it makes me LIGHTHEADED!! I am down atrocious. I want him so bad it makes me look stupid.

[devotion-ismy-emotion]

Obsessive angel 🫱🏽‍🫲🏻 Possessive god

[heartache-suggestions]

Do you think of me as much as I think about you?? Do you want my attention as much as I want yours??

[awwjade]

Fall in love with me, flirt with me, want me. PLEASE.

[fizzytoo]

the annual spring fair has come to chestnut ridge!

[crybaby-bkg]

Gojo has always been a bit of a glutton. it’s his worst trait, you think, despite the many others that he inflicts upon you in your daily life. but, it’s just not enough for you. he does that with everyone, this kind, funny, flirtatious kind of banter. getou tells you he’s different with you, shoko makes note of how he’s really not like that with so many people.

but it’s not enough. so you start cooking up different things, these desserts intertwined with a certain potion that’ll make his attention be on solely you. you crush your flowers and sprinkle them into the boiling pot, sprinkle in a little bit of this and a dash of that, before you cut off a tiny piece of your hair and let it flutter into the concoction. it doesn’t let out a tuft of pink smoke in the shape of a heart, but you have faith that it’s gonna work.

“I’ll give you a piggyback ride if you let me have that,” Gojo tries to barter with you the next day he sees you, sitting under a tree and unwrapping the piece of cake that you had oh so conveniently whipped up. you pretend to think it over, unable to help your smile as you think about how easy this is going to be, before agreeing.

it happens over time, the effects of the love potion. first, Gojo becomes a bit more clingy. he hurries across campus to make sure that he’s able to walk you back to your apartment, carries all of your bags for you. then he starts buying you all sorts of things that you don’t necessarily need (do you want breakfast?, do you need a new laptop?, can I buy you a new bed?, can we break it in?).

and everything is great at first. you adore the attention, the grandeur way he asks you to be his partner, how he moves you in quick, loves you even quicker. but, after a while, it just becomes a bit…much.

his love is never ending, which shouldn’t be a bad thing, but his love is also—everything. it’s in every crevice of your body, every nook and cranny between the walls, every exhale you take. he’s there—always just there—always just close and lingering and clingy (where are you going? can I come with you? why are you looking at me like that? don’t you love me? I love you, I love you so much, so where are you going?)

it’s not until you’re suffocating that you realize your mistake, all too late. Gojo is all encompassing, takes up all the space in your head and your line of vision and your breaths and the blood that flows in your veins. he loves you—this was what you wanted, right?—but you never wanted this, this obsession that bleeds from his very being every second that he’s near you, which is every second of every single fucking day. you never wanted any of this.

“Baby?” Gojo calls from the other side of the locked door, clawing at it like some forlorn house cat even though you know he could take it down if he so pleased. “Are you almost finished? I miss you,” his voice is a plead, as if his heart is shriveling up in his chest with every second he’s not pressed against you.

with a sigh, do you finally lift yourself from the corner of the bathroom floor, unfolding your limbs with a groan. you don’t dare look at yourself in the mirror, fearing the image of the hollowed person that is bound to stare back at you. with hesitation, do you finally unlock the door. you don’t even have to pull it open before Gojo is barging his way in, engulfing you in long arms that seem to wrap around you like some never ending boa constrictor.

“You’d never try to leave me, right? Because you love me so much.” Gojo says into your hair, his voice one that tries to convince you of its truth. and there is some there, along with the guilt of ruining him in this grotesque way that you have no other choice but to accept and live with until it suffocates you.

“Yeah.” your murmur, sinking into his body, let him hold you so close, you think you can feel his veins pulling at his skin to intertwine with your own. “Yeah, I love you, Satoru.”

(he doesn’t dare tell you that he knew all about that little potion you whipped up, how it never had any actual affect on him for more than just a couple hours. but this was what you wanted, right? for him to love you? so why not continue to just love you in his own way that’s somehow, convincingly, all your fault? why not let you take the blame for his greediness? you wanted this, right? right?)

[mmelolabelle]

Obi-Wan Kenobi: You need to kill Darth Vader! The very fate of the galaxy depends on it! He is pure evil. The source of all that is wrong in universe. Every bad thing that has ever happened ever is his fault - like on a personal level.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: You want me to kill him? Me? The master swordsman? The battle-hardened general? Arguably one of the greatest Jedi of all time? Oh no, I couldn’t possibly!

Obi-Wan Kenobi: No you don’t understand - I love him. Mind your fucking business.

[pumpkinsareamazing]

Michael \(//∇//)\

Michael who is a powerful force, but all of that crumbles at the sight of one human.

〜 Michael who clearly had some opinions about the exchange program, worried about how Simeon and Luke would do down in the Devildom.

〜 Michael who it’s happy to find out that they are doing fine..in fact, they had even met the human exchange student..

〜 Michael who mostly asks Luke about you, wanting to learn more about this human.

〜 Michael who intrigued about you, you seemed to be reckless..but sweet.

〜 Michael who stares down at the letter he revived from Simeon, Did Diavolo seriously let you live with the seven sins?! Was he insane?

〜 Michael who shapeshifts into some lower level demon..although he hated it, he needed to see you for himself.

〜 Michael who very happy about how bright your soul is…nice and shiny like a diamond.. He does notice the small patches of blue, gold, orange, green, pink, red, and purple..

〜 Michael who desperately wants to know what makes his brother so infatuated with you, what part of you makes him so curious??

〜 Michael who finally decides that he didn’t want to feel alone, he needed someone— anyone to stay by his side…

〜 Michael who fills your dreams with gorgeous views of the Celestial realm his voice filling your ears as he tells you tales and stories.

〜 Michael who convinces you that being with him is much better than being down there, don’t you miss the sun? The fresh smell of grass and flowers?

〜 Michael who formerly requested Lord Diavolo that you visit him the Celestial realm, over and over.

〜 Michael who ends up keeping you, spinning some story about how you ran away during a visit to the Human realm, you were so scared of being eaten, you had no idea how you’ve lasted so long..

〜 Michael who treats you with so much affection, he’s so glad you decided to stay, isn’t it so much better here?

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[yourofficialdarlingx]

unconditional love is so hot.

[honeypleasejustkillme]

i wanna be so alluring to someone they can’t help but be obsessed with me, accidentally stalking, fantasizing about me, having delusions of us together. i wanna be so beautiful to someone they can’t help but be infatuated.

[devotion-ismy-emotion]

I crave you. Your smell. The way you taste. The feel of your skin on mine. I desire all of you, all of the time. Mine. Mine. Mine. You drive me fucking crazy.

[rebellore]

Dragon games was Apple coming with the thought she was in fact fucking gay and down bad for raven

[ode-to-fury]

Friendship Astarion is so important to me. Like I know everyone is horny for the sassy elf but like… what if he learned to care for someone without sex? What if he tried to manipulate Tav into bed and they told him no? And then… kept being nice to him? Kept taking care of him and expecting the same in return? What if he doesn’t have to fall in love to realise he wants to live a life where he cares about things and makes his own decisions? What if he tells them about how he used his body anyway? What if they tell him he never has to again? What if they hug him and expect nothing back? What if they put their head on his shoulder and nothing else? What if, for the first time in 200 years, he felt safe enough to joke and laugh and not put on a show because it’s obvious they don’t feel that sort of attraction to him anyway? What if he just had a best friend?