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stvenzz · 4 days

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he smells like the sun.

that was your first thought about megumi fushiguro. it was surprising, considering his dark-colored clothes. you’d have thought he’d stink like a virgin nerd, but he smells like a warm sunny day. sitting next to him has made you realize how much you miss the days when you’d just drive off to the beach and sit there.

cramped in a small aula, you found yourself sitting closer to him than you’d thought. megumi doesn’t seem to care though, as your elbow keeps knocking against his. “-and of course, i’d like to remind you all that the campus winter ball is coming soon!” the dean says into the mic, and a flurry of groans follow. “it will be held in this very aula, with festive, non-alcoholic drinks! it will be a chance for you to bond with your classmates and get to know the faculty!”

“bond, like he boned one of the students last year.” you mutter to yourself.

that catches his attention. you smell like cinnamon. yes, yeah. like cinnamon rolls. megumi thinks, as he glances at you. he tries to think of why he hasn’t seen you around before - how he doesn’t recognize the cinnamon from your hair. you smile at your own joke, and he can’t help but smile a little too. not that it was funny, but because he thought you were funny. and alluring. and cinnamon scented.

“that’s it for today. i am hoping to see you all next week, alright?” the dean announces, but half of the crowd has already left to attend their morning classes. you start to pack up and leave, megumi does too. you think it’s the last you’ll ever smell sunshine indoors. he’s thinking of the cinnamon buns in the canteen.

the next time you see sunshine - yes, that’s the nickname you’ve come up for him - is during a dorm check. you see, you’ve been staying at a dormitory for a year with someone studying physics. nerds like that don’t usually stay too long in dormitories - they get too homesick and have to go back to their mamas or end up renting some other place less noisy or dirty. you’re kind of jealous, actually. the dorms are most of the time filthy with the smell of weed or tears.

“excuse me,” you hear a male voice chirp outside your room. “[y/n]?” groaning, you get up and fix your shirt. it’s supposed to be my off day. what the fuck is the nerd doing here- oh. there he was. in a pale blue button down and puffer jacket, stood megumi fushiguro - sunshine. “oh. it’s… hi.” he mutters, a light pink shade blushing his cheeks.

unbeknownst to you, megumi had been searching for traces of your cinnamon shampoo all over campus. “hey, do you… smell that cinnamon shit?” megumi would ask his friends, to where they’d laugh and shake their hands.

“you shouldn’t be smoking here.” he says, with a surprisingly confident manner.

you immediately become conscious of the small cigarette in between your index and middle finger, and you raise your eyebrows. “who are you?” you ask, pretending not to enjoy the warmth of his scent. “the new resident assistant.” he says, pointing to his clipboard. his eyes are deadpan, but inside, his heart is beating a mile a minute - he finally knows! you were his mystery cinnamon smell, as creepy as that sounds. “i meant your name, dingus.” you roll your eyes, taking a long drag of the cigarette. at that, his eyes seem to falter in surprise, but he shrugs. “shouldn’t matter. you know i could get you kicked out, right? just for smoking.”

the threat gets you thinking - why were you trying so hard to resist this nerd? “i’m almost finished. be patient, will you?” you smile sweetly, and it’s hard for him not to smile back. there’s an unspoken tension between you two, and it’s not the bad kind. in fact, you feel like you could almost read his emotions and his deadpan face. megumi’s eyes scan around your room, looking for anything he could report.

“well,” megumi scribbles down something on his clipboard. “it’s nice to meet you, [y/n].”

your heart starts beating funny — he didn’t report you for smoking. usually, you’d be more careful when smoking in the dorms, but this time, with your roommate gone and the absence of classes, you decided to just do it once, in your room. oddly enough, that’s the exact time the newly-appointed resident assistant, megumi fushiguro, arrived at your room, looking to check on the conditions of your place.

“you too.”

you put out your cigarette and settle with the fact that you may just never know sunshine’s name.

★☆ a/n: little blurb i wrote when i wuz in love with megumi.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk x fem reader #jjk x gn reader #jjk fluff #jjk x reader fluff #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #megumi fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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stvenzz · 4 months

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masterlist ✪ ω ✪

key 🔑 fluff (☆), angst (✿), series (✧)

₊˚⊹ MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

୨୧ moon knight SLOW NIGHT IN ☆ (marc spector)

୨୧ namor THE ONE HE LOVES ☆ EX!NAMOR ✿

nd more to come! stay tuned! *^____^*

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stvenzz · 5 months

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"Just a man carrying a tree..."

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stvenzz · 1 year

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happy one year anniversary to moon knight! looking forward to season 2 very soon. (this is me lying to myself)

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stvenzz · 1 year

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★ marc spector x gn!reader ☆ notes: fluff

a slow night in with your boyfriend, marc.

marc had a curious look on his face, his eyes boring into his nails on the pillow. “okay, i love you, but you have to stop fidgeting. you’re gonna smudge ‘em.” you say. marc chuckles lowly, leaning back. “are you sure that’s my colour?” he asks tentatively, peering at the nail polish on the coffee table. “don’t worry, it’s perfect. you’ll look amazing.” you chuckle, gingerly painting on a layer of maroon on his nails.

the sound of rain pattering on the roof had already melted into background noise, as all you could focus on was painting the prettiest pattern on marc’s nails. all week, marc’s been busy with doing his hero-duties while you slaved behind a desk, typing up reports for your nightmare boss. this was the only night you could actually spend time with him – and the first thing you thought when you saw those cuticles? red wine and red nails, please.

marc looked at you, his eyes full of wonder and admiration. “you’re really cute. you know, when you’re all focused and stuff.” he says, a small smirk on his face. “ugh, shut up. i’m gonna chop your fingers off.” you threaten, and marc guffaws. “wow, terrifying.” marc laughs, before he leans in and kisses your forehead.

you pull back, obviously startled, and marc raises an eyebrow. “jeez, you hate me that much?!” he laughs, before leaning in and kissing your cheeks. “you’re proving my point, you know that? you’re adorable.” your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you quickly looked down, continuing on with slathering on another layer of nail polish while you tried to keep yourself from smiling like a fool. “you’re a fucking twat, you know that? god, i hate you.” you muttered. “mmhm. yeah. sure you do.”

it was silent after that, but in a good way. just you and marc, enjoying each other’s presence. “there we go! your nails look… exquisite.” you exclaimed, finally finished. the finished result was a dark red colour, with a prominent star shape on his middle fingers. “oh yeah, they’re quite the showstopper. great job.” marc says, observing his nails for himself. “your nails are literally a work of art. please, compliment me more.” you bat your eyelashes at him, and marc brings up one of your hands to his lips.

“my one and only, your hands are a work of art. to this day, i will never understand how i managed to find someone that has your level of… nail… painting… talent. michelangelo quivers in fear, honey." he giggles, kissing each one of your knuckles.

“isn’t michelangelo dead?”

“steven told me to say that.” with that, you giggle and topple over into his arms, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. for some reason, marc always smells like a warm bath. woody and moist - just right. you breathe in his scent – you pray that it’ll rub off on you, and that you could bring his smell with you anywhere you go. “are you sniffing me?” marc mutters, and you gasp dramatically, smacking his chest. “fuck you! i was actually gonna fall asleep, but since you’re rude -”

you make a show of yourself dramatically standing up but before you do, marc pulls you down, hard. now your legs are on either side of his hips, and you’re sitting right on top of his lap, closer than you did before. slowly, his hands snake around your waist, and you suddenly realize the position you’re in. even after a year or so of dating marc, you’ll never get used to the way he handles you with the utmost confidence. he throws you around like a ragdoll - which you don’t oppose to, by the way.

“okay, okay. sniff me as much as you want.” marc says, giving you a light kiss on your neck. “jake wants a manicure too.” marc says, landing a kiss on your jaw. “he wants black… with tulips on them.” your brain immediately makes a scenario in your head of jake punching someone with shiny, floral nails. they’d be covered in blood and somehow, the thought makes you salivate. a suspicious smile makes its way to your face, and marc laughs. “what are you thinking, hm?”

your eyes flash towards the vase of tulips sitting on steven’s study table. the tulips themselves stand out against the heap of monochrome books steven owns, giving the desk a bright pop. the note that came along with it from jake is still tied around the vase gingerly, the words te quiero inscribed in messy, scribbled writing. “jake’s such a stupid sappy romantic. i fucking hate him.” a smile etched its way onto your face, and marc smiles.

“hey, screw jake. i’m the star of the show right now.” marc says, pressing a kiss on your collarbone. “are you going back to work any time soon?” you ask, and marc freezes, just for a second, before smiling. “no.” he bats his eyelashes at you, his eyes wide and pleading. on the outside, his expression is simple, joyful, but on the inside, you know he’s begging for you to believe him, begging for you to, just this once, lie to yourself.

“i love you.” you lean in, and marc gives you a small squeeze.

“i love you too.”

★☆ a/n: HELPP i gagged writing this!! i HATE love! (i want a partner so bad)

#moon knight #moon knight x reader #moon knight fluff #marc spector x reader #marc spector fluff #steven grant #jake lockley #moon knight system #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #mcu fluff #mcu x reader #mcu x y/n #moon knight x y/n

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stvenzz · 1 year

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the one he loves.

★ namor x gn!reader ☆ notes: fluff, my best attempt at a love confession! happy birthday, my tenoch <3 i did not proofread this lol

“i think i’m in love with you.”

the sudden confession baffles you, but namor doesn’t seem to care. he doesn’t care about a lot of things, like mac & cheese, bagels, and those fancy christian louboutin shoes he saw your mom wear once. in fact, you didn’t even think he cared about you. that was, until now.

your eyes blink at a slow interval, and for a second, namor worries he’s broken you. “are you… alright?” he asks, tilting his head slightly. there’s a part of you that isn’t alright, freaking out, trying to convince your brain to just run away. but the other part - it’s fiery and warm, like a ray of sunlight shining through the windows. “what?”

namor seems a little disappointed by your reply, but that’s all you can muster up as your brain thinks a thousand miles a minute. “well, i think… i think i’ve loved you since we first met, on that boat.” ohh, right. that time when you almost died and lost your coworkers, how could you forget?

“ever since, i… was not able to get you out of my mind. i enjoy every moment we spend together. my heart yearns for you in the morning, and my spirit thinks of you in the night. every day, i long to wake up by your side and to be the one you dream of when you sleep. my only, this may seem sudden, but i… i can wait. i have waited eons for someone like you - i can wait a little longer.”

your heart soars at his confession. suddenly, all rational thought is thrown out of the window as all your brain can think is to kiss him. so you do. you lean into him, hoping for the best. he reciprocates, pressing his lips against yours, softly. the world stops spinning, everything stops moving, and he feels like the answer to every question you’ve ever asked.

#namor #namor the sub mariner #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #namor x reader #namor x gn!reader #tenoch huerta #tenoch huerta x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #mcu fluff #namor fluff #tenoch huerta fluff #marvel fluff #marvel x reader

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stvenzz · 1 year

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`(*>﹏<*)′

⁈ res, seasian, she/her

⁈ i write for dilfs (oscar isaac, diego luna, pedro pascal, etc.), anime (jujutsu kaisen, attack on titan, and the mcu.), but also kind of anything i want

⁈ masterlist, tags, latest fic

⁈ requests are open <3

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stvenzz · 1 year

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★☆ ex!namor x gn!reader

“there you go.”

you softly stroke the man’s hair as he burps awkwardly in your lap. “do i… stink?” he mutters, on the brink of falling asleep. to be honest, namor’s been burping all the way home from the bar, and boy, the smell is unbearable. pickled fish and week old macaroni, but you don’t have the heart to tell him when he’s looking at you with such soft eyes.

“no. no, you don’t.” you chuckle, stroking one of his eyebrows with your thumb. “y’wanna go to sleep, pretty boy?” he hums quietly, nuzzling his cheek into your lap. at that, you feel your cheeks heat up - shit. shit, shit, shit, shit! ah, it was a bad idea from the start. picking up your intoxicated ex from a bar – what were you thinking?!

you broke up not too long ago. it’s been about two or three months – you can’t really remember. you don’t want to remember. that day was just… not worth remembering. all you know, is that he… he left. he left without saying goodbye.

“did you burn —” burp. “— all my shit?” namor looks up at you, eyes wide and curious. shit! you squint as you try to remember what you did with the clothes he left at your apartment. you recall… putting all his things in a box! now, what did you do with the box?

right. it’s currently a pile of ashes behind the building.

you fold your lips into a thin line. “i… donated them…” you say hesitantly, avoiding his gaze, but you can feel his eyes boring into you. “really?” he hums. “even that hoodie i really liked?” oh. that’s a different story.

it’s stored in your closet, still unwashed (gross, by the way) with namor’s smell on it. for some reason, you couldn’t find the willpower in yourself to burn that hoodie – you’ve worn it countless times – it would be too depressing to let it wither to ashes. “why, hm?” you change the subject. “you want it back?”

he shakes his head softly. “no.” he closes his eyes. “you should take care of it. for me.”

#namor #namor x reader #namor the sub mariner #prince namor #kukulkan #namor of talokan #namor fluff #namor x you #marvel #mcu #mcu x reader #marvel cinematic universe #mcu x you #mcu fluff #my debut being a namor fic i love it!#mcu imagine

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