Knock At The Cabin Has Been Living Rent Free In My Head For Months, I Cant Wait

knock at the cabin has been living rent free in my head for months, i cant wait

COMING SOOOOOON….. 👀

God, I hope I can deliver! 🤣🤣

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*kicking my feet n giggling* you're kinda scary

this thread just cured me from sadness. I love the internet.

I made a moodboard for @pinkrelish’s fic because I am sleep deprived and insane

THIS IS HILARIOUS AND SO CANON

can y’all imagine sending one of those things where a girl texts her man about having a bad day or wanting coffee or something and he replies by sending her an insane amount of money (like $100+) to eddie, and just being like “why don’t you ever do this for me? 😐” as a joke

and then the man just sends you one (1) fucking dollar.

and when you’re like “REALLY??? A DOLLAR???” he just goes “I DONT KNOW WHAT YOU WANT FROM ME IM BROKE”

it would become an inside joke, him randomly sending you the smallest amounts of money possible and just going “buy yourself something nice 😏” or “don’t spend this all at once baby” to be a little shit

god i love eddie munson

01:58 | Geto Suguru

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Suguru’s fingers trail the small of your back, trace a path along the familiar skin.

“Well if you insist,” he replies with a soft smile. Your fingers pinch teasingly at his side, giggles falling from your lips when he bites at your cheek in retaliation.

“I’m scared of the dark.”

His laughter subsides at this, glancing about the dark of his room. The only light breaking the expanse is the beams of the moon sneaking through his blinds.

“I sleep with a nightlight.”

Suguru almost laughs, pokes your side and teases you for your juvenile fear. He pauses at the seriousness in your eyes, the way you shyly look at him from where you lay beneath him.

“I’ve never seen one in your room,” he finally decides on, nose nudging into the crook of your neck as he relaxes against you.

“I hide it before you come over.”

“Why? Were you afraid I’d tease you?”

Your fingers run through the dark tresses of his hair, looping it through your fingers as you contemplate.

“No, I know you wouldn’t. I guess I’m a little less scared when you’re there.”

You feel Suguru’s grin against your skin at your words, though neither of you take note. He pulls you closer to him, presses a kiss to your neck.

“I’m scared of the ocean,” he whispers to you.

“But we were just at the beach last week, we—

Fingers trace a familiar path across your skin, his warm breath puffs against you.

“I guess I’m a little less scared when you’re there.”