thoughts on clingy Eve Teschmacher if you’re writing for her??👀
clingy!girlfriend eve teschmacher. 𝜗𝜚 hc’s
r e q u e s t e d ♡
cw ᝰ .ᐟ gender neutral reader ,, sfw ,, trigger warning to anyone with avoidant attachment style 😰😰
EVE TESCHMACHER . . . drapes affection around you like a scarf you can’t shrug off. she’s not subtle. she’s loud with her love, the hello kiss, the gasp when you walk in, the selfie posted within minutes of being together. she leaves half-empty coffee mugs in your place because she stayed late “just one more minute”, and plasters sticky notes on your side of the mirror with reminders like “don’t forget i love you”.
has no concept of personal space. eve doesn’t sit next to you; she sits on you. whether it’s a couch, a chair, or even a countertop while you’re cooking, she’s pressed against you somehow, head on your shoulder, fingers trailing your sleeve, knee bumping yours. she’ll absent-mindedly play with your hair while you’re watching something, trace your collarbone with her nails, or slide her cold hands under your shirt because she wants skin contact.
forgets herself when she’s with you. if you like something, suddenly she likes it too. “i’ve always wanted to try that!” when you mention something completely new. she laughs when you laugh, looks where you look. sometimes she’ll look at you and say, “you make me feel smart.”
texts you constantly. she’ll send twenty messages in a row that are just:
“hey”
“what are you doing”
“i miss you”
“want to get lunch?”
—- even though she saw you an hour ago. if you take too long to respond she gets fidgety. when you finally answer she floods you with emojis and hearts.
shamelessly touchy in public spaces. hand-holding is non-negotiable. if someone looks at you for too long, she slides her hand up to your chest or loops both arms around your waist, territorial in the sweetest, silliest way.
she hates being apart. if you say you need a night to yourself, she’ll nod and smile — and then show up anyway “because I was just in the neighborhood.” she’ll claim she only wanted to drop something off, but her makeup’s done and she’s holding a bag of takeout for two. she sits on your couch, kicks off her heels, and curls up next to you. she’ll apologize later for crashing your space, but she’ll do it again next week.
clingy even in sleep. falls asleep tangled in you. one leg over your waist, hand gripping your shirt, her face tucked against your throat. if you move she murmurs and tightens her hold like you’re a dream she refuses to lose. in the mornings, sometimes she wakes up first on purpose just to look at you.
calls you constantly. it doesn’t matter what time it is, if something crosses her mind, she’s hitting call before thinking twice. you’ll answer in the middle of a meeting, and she’s like, “you have to hear what happened at the store—” completely unaware that you sound busy. even when you tell her you can’t talk, she goes, “okay, real quick!” and keeps going. she’ll tell entire stories, ramble through every detail, giggle to herself, and take as long as she wants to explain.
follows you from room to room. you could be brushing your teeth, folding laundry, answering an email, and eve’s there, sitting on the counter, swinging her legs, talking about nothing. she wants to be near you, even if you’re quiet or distracted.
doesn’t like when you leave first. if you stand up before she does, she grabs your wrist automatically. she’ll look up at you and say, “where are you going?” even if you just said where. when you say you’ll be right back, she nods, but you can tell she’s counting the minutes. when you come home she’s waiting by the door every time, pretending she wasn’t.
never really gets mad at you. even if you snap at her or tell her you’re too busy, she forgets five minutes later. she’ll text something like, “still love you 💞” and move on. she’s not pretending, she really does let things go that easily. she doesn’t have the capacity to hold grudges; her brain just skips to the next thought, and usually that thought is you.
doesn’t understand the concept of space. if you tell her you’re having a “me day,” she shows up anyway with coffee and says, “well, now it’s a us day.” she’ll stretch out on your couch like she belongs there, watching you work, trying to make conversation even when you’re clearly focused. she thinks spending time with you is automatically a good thing, no matter what you’re doing.
doesn’t realize when she’s being too much. she’ll talk through your movie, touch your hair while you’re focused, or sit too close when you’re hot because she doesn’t think you’d really mind.
wants to hang out every weekend. if you tell her you’re busy saturday, she pouts, “what about sunday?” and if you’re busy then too, she says, “okay… well, next weekend, right?” she hates when you make plans with anyone else. might throw a tantrum if you try.
floods your phone with selfies. not just one or two, dozens. one in the morning, one when she’s getting coffee, one when she changes outfits, one when she’s bored. every time it’s “which one’s your favorite?” or “you like this one?” she needs you to pick, to compliment her. she’ll do little poses she thinks you like, pouty faces, big smiles, hair flipped to the side. if you don’t answer fast enough she sends another one, “this one’s better, right?” sometimes she’ll send you photos of her outfit to get your opinion.
over-explains everything she does, because she wants you to approve. if she goes somewhere, she tells you the whole story, why, how, who was there, what she wore, what she ordered. she wants you to like her choices.
doesn’t pick up hints that you’re annoyed. you could sigh, answer short, even say “eve, i’m busy,” and she’ll just smile through the phone, “oh, okay, i’ll be quick!” and then talk for ten more minutes. she doesn’t notice the tone, she only hears your voice, which to her means you’re listening. she gets so wrapped up in telling you about her day that she forgets time exists.
wants to be wherever you are. if you’re going out, she’s already asking, “can i come?” she loves tagging along, even if she has no reason to be there. you could be running errands, and she’ll say, “i’ll keep you company!”
doesn’t like when you’re distracted. if you’re on your phone too long she’ll start talking louder, asking random questions to pull your attention back. she’ll lean against you, peek at what you’re doing, and go, “what’s that? who’s that?” half out of curiosity, half out of wanting to be part of whatever has your focus. she can’t stand being ignored.
tells you every random thought she has. she’ll call to say she saw a dog that looked like it could talk. she’ll text, “what’s your favorite color again?” even though she’s asked five times before. her mind is a running commentary, and she wants to share every bit of it with you. if you don’t respond fast enough she fills the silence with another story.
brings little things to remind you of her. she’ll “forget” her lip gloss in your car, leave a hair clip on your counter, a sweatshirt draped on your chair. she wants traces of herself around you.
inserts herself into your world like she’s always been there. you introduce her to your family once, and suddenly she’s calling your mom “mom.” she’s hugging your siblings like she’s known them since birth, bringing them gifts, asking what snacks they like. she’s so confident about it, just decides she belongs. if your family has a group chat, somehow she’s in it. she sends good morning messages with too many emojis and asks your dad how work was.
loves being around your family too much. she helps your mom cook dinner, laughs too loud at your dad’s jokes, helps your little sister with her hair, buys your little brother video games, bakes with your grandparents. she takes pictures with everyone and posts captions like “family dinner 🩷” as if she’s already a daughter-in-law.
does the same with your friends. you bring her to one group hangout, and that’s it. she’s a permanent member. she follows all of them on social media, comments on their posts, sends memes to the group chat, and says things like, “we should do brunch!” about people she’s known for two days. she doesn’t mean to intrude; she just assumes that because she loves you, she should love everyone around you, too. she’ll pout if you try to go somewhere without her, like, “why can’t i come? i like your friends!”
emotionally transparent. you always know what she’s feeling, she wears it right on her face. when she’s happy, she glows; when she’s sad, she pouts like a child. she doesn’t play games or hide when she’s jealous or hurt. if she feels left out, she’ll tug your sleeve and whine, “you forgot about me.”
she’s so clingy that she doesn’t even realize it’s clingy. she genuinely believes that couples are supposed to do everything together. errands, appointments, grocery runs, even scrolling through your phones, if she’s not with you, she feels wrong. she thinks space is something other people need, not you two. she’d sit with you through your work meetings if she could.
you know what she had for breakfast, how her coworker looked at her funny, what shoes she almost wore, what song was playing in the elevator. she shares everything because she wants you to feel like you were there too. she says “i wish you were here” at least twenty times a day.
gets whiny when you’re distant. if you’re quieter than usual, she gets this sulky frown. she’ll tug on your sleeve or lean in your face “are you mad at meee? :(” she’ll keep glancing at you until you reassure her, and then her whole mood shifts. she lights up again instantly.
talks about “us” constantly. it’s never “you” or “me.” it’s always “we should go there,” “we should do this,” “we’d look so cute doing that.” she doesn’t see herself as separate from you anymore. she keeps little lists of things for “us” — movies to watch, restaurants to try, vacation spots she wants to see with you.
makes your world smaller without trying to. you start realizing you don’t hang out with friends as much, not because she told you not to, but because she’s always there. she fills every free minute with plans, calls, texts, affection. it’s not controlling, it’s consuming. she loves big and it takes up space.
needs your full attention when you text. she replies instantly, like, instantly. you send a message and she’s already typing back, and if you don’t answer within a few minutes, she gets upset. she needs the back-and-forth rhythm. you can’t be doing anything when you’re texting her besides text her.
wants you to interact with everything she posts. if she posts a selfie or story and you don’t comment, she’ll absolutely notice. doesn’t get angry, just disappointed in a childish way, “why didn’t you like it? do you not like how i look?” she expects you to be her biggest fan, because she’s definitely yours. if you repost her photo she’ll replay your story a hundred times just to see her username on it.
loves matching things. outfits, phone cases, mugs, wallpapers, if it’s something you both can have, she’s all for it. she’ll show up wearing the same color as you on purpose and beam. she thinks it’s the cutest thing ever when people notice. she’ll even change her instagram bio to something that matches yours without asking.
constantly trying to “help.” she’ll offer to clean, organize, cook, run errands, anything. she wants to be part of your routine, even the boring parts. half the time she makes things more complicated, but she’s so proud of herself that you can’t say anything.
believes love fixes everything. if you’re stressed or upset, she immediately starts showering you with affection, hugs, kisses, sweet words, convinced it’ll make you feel better.
wants to fall asleep on call every single night. if you can’t be together in person, she needs your voice to fall asleep to. she’ll beg for a “sleep call,” even when she knows you’re exhausted.
overshares without meaning to. when she runs into your friends, coworkers, or family while she’s not with you, she immediately acts like she’s been part of their world forever. she’ll tell your mom about the “big life plans” you two haven’t actually discussed yet, or mention that she’s been “thinking about getting a place near you guys.” because she’s so sure of your future together that she forgets it isn’t official. eve genuinely believes she’s already family, and gets confused when people laugh or look surprised.
lives for pictures together. if you go out, she’ll stop mid-walk to say, “wait, we need a picture!” takes dozens until she finds one she loves, and then immediately posts it with a caption full of hearts and emojis. she doesn’t care if you look tired or caught off guard, she thinks every moment deserves to be documented. she’ll scroll through them later, staring at your face like it’s art, sighing about how cute you two look together.
makes herself at home instantly. at your place, she’ll kick off her shoes, change into one of your shirts, and start tidying or reorganizing like she’s lived there forever. she feels comfortable around you. she’ll hum to herself while folding laundry or cooking breakfast, acting like you’ve been together for years.
takes compliments so seriously. you tell her she looks pretty, and she’ll replay it in her head for days. she’ll ask, “really?” with a huge grin, as if she’s hearing it for the first time every time.
very delusional about your future. in that overly optimistic, movie-romance kind of way. she talks like she already knows you’ll get married someday, move in together, grow old. she genuinely can’t imagine it any other way. she believes in the fairytale too much to think about it ending.
shows up unannounced constantly. she thinks surprises are romantic, so she just appears. at your apartment, your office, wherever you might be. she’ll show up with coffee or pastries, smiling like, “i was in the neighborhood!” (she wasn’t.) she has no sense of boundaries, to her, love means always being close. if you look tired or overwhelmed, she misreads it as you needing her even more.
needs your opinion before she does anything. she won’t buy clothes, get her nails done, or post a photo without running it by you. “do you think this looks cute?” “which one?” she values your validation so much she’s almost paralyzed without it.
tries to sync your schedules. if you say you wake up at 7, suddenly she’s waking up at 7 too. if you go to the gym in the evening, she starts tagging along. wants you both to go to bed at the same time so you’re not awake without her.
keeps little countdowns for things that involve you. the next time she’s seeing you, your birthday, anniversaries, random dates only she remembers. her phone calendar is full of reminders with hearts and exclamation marks. she’ll text you “only three days!!!” like it’s a national holiday.
her pet names are one of a kind. no one else in the world has them because she invented them. she’ll twist your name into something ridiculous and over-the-top: if your name’s “ben,” you’re suddenly benny-bear, bensy-boo, or my benana.
always looks for your reaction when she’s talking. even in a group, she’s scanning your face mid-sentence — did you smile? did you find that funny? she wants to be impressive to you.
doesn’t know how to let go first. when you hug goodbye, she waits for you to ease out of it, and even then she lingers. one last squeeze, one last kiss, one last thing. her goodbyes are never clean. they’re always hesitant, pouty, whiny, “call me when you get home?” even if you’re just going a few blocks away.
started 10.29.2025. finished 11.08.2025.
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