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ghost-proofbaby · 3 months

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a simple life (e.m.)

summary: you try to clean your depression room while eddie's over, but he keeps distracting you.

warnings: none except mentions of a dirty room and panties. also... a lot of nicknames. womp womp. not edited.

pairing: eddie munson x gn!reader

wc: 1.4k+

a/n: just a little sweet something i wrote thinkin' about eddie while i took on the task of finally cleaning my depression room after a few months of putting it off. idk. this is boring. i'm sorry.

“Where did you even get this postcard?”

“Eddie.”

“Or what about this choker? Is that a bat? It’s a- oh my God, babe. Why don’t you ever wear this? This is hot.”

Originally, you had thought it was a good idea. Invite Eddie over, allow the body-doubling tactic to work its magic, and voila – you’d finally have the clean room you’d been talking about achieving for weeks now, within a few hours.

“Baby,” you scold, trying to reach across the bed to snatch the necklace he’d found out of his hands. It proves to be difficult, a small pile of laundry you’d been folding hindering you.

“Sweetheart,” he mimics right back, quick to hold the necklace out of your reach, as if you were anyone near from stealing it back from him.

“I asked you to come over to help me, not distract me,” you sigh, crossing your arms and trying to look as pitiful as possible. When you’d first invited him over, you’d assured him that he needn’t lift a single finger. You didn’t want him here to help by aiding in throwing away any of the trash that had begun to litter your desk or taking any dirty plates to the kitchen. No, the intention had been him helping with his mere presence – quiet presence. He was supposed to be working on a new campaign for Hellfire, not being so damn nosey and going through the few items you’d tossed onto the bed from the floor, “I just recently bought that necklace, I haven’t had a chance to wear it.”

His eyes light up mischievously, a small grin tugging at his lips, “Why not wear it now, then? Perfect opportunity, yeah?”

“I’m not fulfilling any slutty maid fantasies you have, Eddie.”

“What if I say please?”

You huff and decide to give up the fight about the necklace, returning back to the laundry before you. You were almost done. You were almost done after a full day of cleaning. If your adorably curious boyfriend would just stop picking at your belongings, you’d probably be able to finish within the hour.

He stands from the small space on your bed he had made for himself, a nest of sorts that he had taken from simply curling up into for a ‘nap’ (which never happened’ to sitting up as he had just been as he clearly grew more bored with each passing moment. “Want some help with folding?”

“You just want an excuse to get your grubby hands on my underwear,” you grumble, folding a shirt with slightly more vigor to emphasize your point.

You’re right, of course. The first article of clothing he grabs is a pair of lacy black panties.

“Guilty,” he coos jokingly, but to your surprise, he actually folds the lingerie. Neatly, at that. With careful hands, he folds it even nicer than you would have in your haste, going as far as walking to your dresser and putting it away into the correct drawer. And then, he takes it a step further, and begins to put away the other clothing you’d already neatly wrapped up, suddenly depleting the mountain of laundry by half, “You know, I don’t mind helping you clean.”

“I already told you, you’re helping by bein-” you start to protest, hands grabbing at a random jean leg but not quite yanking it from the pile.

He’s quick to interrupt you, taking that pair of jeans right from you, “I don’t want to just lay there while you do all the work, contrary to all the sources that say men enjoy that.”

His face isn’t quite as taunting as it had been moments before. Some of the joking has vanished, replaced by something more serious yet somehow softer. The jeans are slung over his arms, neatly halved twice before he sets them to the side and looks at you.

Your shame is palpable, though. You’d just gotten over the embarrassment of having him over when your room would get this filthy. Disastrous in the worst of ways. Dirty clothes strewn everywhere, plates left for days on any surface you could find in your laziness, coke cans and random trash littering the floor. It was embarrassing. You know he had promised to love you through the good and the ugly, but this was far uglier than he could have ever imagined signing up for.

It was bad enough to have him see it, let alone clean it.

“It’s embarrassing,” you finally say quietly. His head tilts, so adorable it tugs at all your heart strings, and you take it as your queue to continue in a near whisper, “It’s gross - I’m gross.”

“Sweetheart, have you even seen my room?” he scoffs. He’s quick to shove some of the clean clothes up into a pile just enough that he can take a seat at the corner of your bed, quickly reaching out to grab your hands and guide you between his spread legs, “Shit happens. Life gets stressful, work gets busy, sometimes we just don’t feel like cleaning up. Shit happens,” his thumb is sweeping soothingly over your knuckles, clearing the impending storm you hadn’t even been aware of. Maybe he hadn’t either – a naturally caring and comforting aura has always been his thing rather than yours, “Out of everyone in this world, I am the least qualified to judge you.”

You don’t really understand it. How he can sit there, looking up at you so dreamily when the two of you are situated in the middle of your still unkempt room, your neck still chilled with a layer of sweat and your hair tumbling out of the bun you hadn’t properly secured. But he is. He’s looking at you not as if he doesn’t see the mess, both of the room and of yourself, but as if he does and simply doesn’t care.

“Besides,” his lips are splitting with another grin, his hands squeezing your hands three times, “It’s kind of domestic. ‘M kind of into it.”

“Me? Doing laundry?” you snort, blinking away any fears that had crept up. It’s hard to feel inadequate with his eyes on you, spilling so many sweet nothings like it’s just another casual Tuesday conversation and not the fuel to your beating heart, “Didn’t you just say you don’t want to just sit and-”

“Us,” he cuts you off in correction, “Us doing laundry.”

“You… like the thought of doing laundry with me?” you say slowly, carefully, unsure of the words as they fall from your lips.

Doing laundry sounded like the least romantic thing the two of you could ever partake in.

“I like the thought of doing laundry with you,” he repeats with a nod, “I like the thought of doing laundry with you, of doing dishes together after we just made the world's most mediocre dinner ever, of you complaining when I won’t get up so you can make the bed on the weekend,” he tugs you even closer. You have no choice but to let a knee fall to each side of his hips, straddling his lap as he wraps his arms around you and he leans forward to press a chaste kiss to one of your collar bones, “Call me cheesy. I like the thought of a simple life, but only if it’s with you.”

Something warms inside of you. The thought of a life of simplicity, of lazy mornings and boring afternoons, all brightened up by the boy in front of you. A boy who creates magical worlds with his words on a weekly basis, a boy obsessed with fantasy novels and all things adventurous, who wants his greatest life adventure to just be a mundane lifetime with you.

You can imagine it would be anything but mundane with Eddie, but the tranquility still exists and blankets the two of you.

You lift a hand, carding it through his scalp, careful not to let your fingers snag on his messy curls, “Does this mean you’ll do your taxes with me next week?”

With a quick snort, he buries his face into your chest, shaking his head furiously, “Don’t push it, sweetheart.”

You know he will, though. He’ll help you fold the laundry, he’ll help you wash the dishes, and he’ll certainly sit through the dreadful hours of doing taxes if they’re spent with you.

A few beats of silence. His arms have wrapped just right so that his warm palm presses into your lower back, the other hand tracing a mindless circle over your shirt a few inches higher. Your breathing matches his, fingers rubbing a matching pattern into his scalp that has him humming periodically.

The laundry will get done eventually, but it can wait. For now, you just want to hold your boy, and let him hold you.

“It’s a date,” he finally gives in, voice muffled, making you smile widely, “I’ll light candles and everything, sweetheart.”

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#my writing #ghost's stories #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #this is so boring lmao my bad #i do believe he'd be such a lil nuisance if i was trying to clean with him in the room #this was written in under an hour and definitely not edited my bad #just wanted to stretch my legs with our favorite metalhead idk #look at me #finally writing and posting again #ooooooooo #i want a simple life with him please

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millenari · 10 months

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like every other human being with eyes who's watched cats 98, I always noticed this little split second shot of misto & tugger.

I've seen people theorizing what was going on there, but I never bothered myself because to me it really just looked like the actors not realizing how close they were getting to each other & breaking character momentarily when they did. And the footage was kept in either as a mistake or because someone thought the moment had ~character~.

But I was watching the Cats 98 documentary earlier and I noticed this quick shot which makes that moment actually look like a deliberately directed thing.

Which makes me wonder was the point of it was, it's such a quick and vague little interaction.

#cats the musical #tuggoffelees #if it was just supposed to be tugger being a nuisance and getting in the way on purpose #you'd think he'd come off as more playful #but he looks so serious and misto looks so taken aback #its such a strange little moment i genuinely have no clue what their intent was #cause you know.......................................... looks gay as hell and all.#cats fan on main

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mamawasatesttube · 5 months

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the fact that kon just liked to hang out with ma and pa kent before clark ever brought him to live with them after suicide slum arc is so important to me. little guy who just LOVES hanging out with cool old folks. you just know most of the smallville retirees' bingo circle pinch his cheeks every single time they see him

#rimi talks #theres also something to like... he wasnt even conner kent at that point yet. he was still only kon-el #and he'd just show up to flirt at ma kent and make himself a nuisance. i love him.#something something his first taste of being a normal kid #his relationship w the kents is just soooo special and so important to me. i care them #kon #ma kent #pa kent

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zehecatl · 2 months

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the fact that Alastor doesn't know he's asexual (and aromantic) is SO FUNNY

he truly just accepted his experience as Correct. everyone else is just weird little freaks to him. people who say they crave sex are obviously lying, and Alastor will not change his mind. one day someone is going to have to sit him down and explain Words to him, and i don't think he'll believe them for a second

#hazbin hotel #he's so fucking funny. aroace icon fr #guy who thinks he's the only normal person in existence #someone could explain what the terms mean and he'd probably just go 'preposterous! that's the normal experience'#you try and pull the 'why do you THINK angel dust is like that' and he just goes 'to be a nuisance' and Well

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hwaitham · 3 months

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al haitham does not come home frm work 2 surprises of mi scantily dressed in prettie pink lace n ribbons bound about my wrists but instead his living room full of different instruments i hv brought back after deciding to learn to play them on a whim n sheet music scattered all over d floor . tehe :]

#𓈒 ۫ 𝓹𝓾𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓮 𐂯 𝓹𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓼 ₊⠀ೀ #dey finally opened up a new music store down da street n i went aftr work ! ! i needed more rosin for m bow #n n n then ! n then !.. i saw dat u cn rent instruments frm them for Cheap 0…0 so cheap uhuuu #naturally i brought home an electric guitar n an amp :3 j for da next week !#SO NOW I CN LEARN DA BEST ELECTRIC GUITAR SONG 2 EVR EXIST IN DA WHOLE WIDE UNIVERSE :D ! !#yisyis u think correctly .. t's haikyuu opening 1 ... imagination by spyair :3 EEE #dat one guitar riff after da bridge is so coolbeanz ive been wanting 2 learn foreverrr it n' now i finally can ! ٩( ᐛ )و yippeeeee ! ! ! !#hopefully da learning curve isnt steep .. i alr kno how 2 play acoustic — fingies crossed dat electric isnt Too different ! ><#but Yea :3 thimking of haithie coming home to mi filling up his living room wif instruments .. perhaps he'd be annoyed at first #howevzzz ! i think seeing mi all excited would take a bit of his annoyance away kekek #before i am his darling littl musician i am his darling litl nuisance xd

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sysig · 2 months

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#Doodles #SCII #ZEX #The Captain #As easy as this would be for a Setup - y'know lol - this idea actually came from an angst perspective #I mean - initially it would be fun and fine! ZEX gets his wish of a human! Doesn't have those 20 years of waiting and pining #Building up the idea in his head until he becomes So desperate that anything short of perfection is- Well hmm ♪#I just keep getting stuck on the idea of that common trope of ''What made you like this?'' :/#Or worse yet ''Did someone do something to you to make you like this?''#An older human taking advantage of a brilliant young VUX! Are there no depths to which they won't sink!#Nevermind that no one would listen and he becomes a martyr yet again but this time not the scapegoat #''Oh poor traumatized ZEX he really never was the same after that'' ''It's so unfortunate but you can't blame him too much''#As if any of them actually knew him at all huah #Until he speaks just a little too loudly about how he Wanted this he Reciprocated and it becomes too much of a nuisance to sympathize #The angst I'm telling you #He's in a very unfair situation no matter what! Either way he's being looked down on #Anything to spin things to be humans' fault! Anything to sweep deviation under the rug!#I wonder if he'd even be able to fight humans if this was the flow of things - would he be emotionally detached enough?#Would he even be allowed to? Worry of instability or defection? Is it worse to be disinvolved in the War with a mind like his?#So many moving pieces that would shake out so differently from just one chance encounter at a different time!#He's so integral to so many things having happened the way they did hehe <3 He's very important!#I also like to imagine that even being younger he'd still err on the eloquent side hehe ♪ VUX upbringing! Fanciful ♫#His usual speech but just a little more hurried and nervous hehe <3 Complimenting his human's hair ♪

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dutybcrne · 4 months

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Kaeya once gave up drinking for a whole month in penance because he'd accidentally embarrassed Diona in setting off her instincts to pounce by idly reflecting lights from an ice crystal.

#hc; kaeya #hc; diona #//To be fair; he wasn't actually aiming to distract HER #//But a cat he'd been playing with #//She just happened to be walking by with a tray of drinks and IMMEDIATELY lunged for it #//Not only did he promise to give up drinks that long in apology; but also volunteered to clean up the mess AND paid for the drinks spilled #//Mind you; it was absolute HELL for him; abruptly going cold turkey that long #//His migraines got so bad; it wasn't even funny #//But he kept to his promise anyways. Bc he is a Gentleman and a Knight #//He NEVER let her know just how bad it got for him that month. every time she tried to pry or taunt; he would swiftly take her focus away #//His knights tho weren't so lucky lmao. It was known as Hell Month; with the training and patrols he put them through #//On the bright side tho; their skills improved Greatly AND troubles in Mond decreased Immensely; too #//He offered everyone staggered paid vacation times in the following months in apology; if not offered to pay for drinks that month too #//Most took up his drinks offer; luckily enough #//Diona claims that month was the most peaceful she'd every worked #//The fact that Kaeya was suddenly a Lot quicker to Intimidate/kick nuisances out of the Cats Tail for her MAY have had smth to do with it #//She still argues since he could do a whole month without alcohol; he could easily give it up altogether #//She still doesn't get why he keeps laughing hysterically every time she brings it up #//It annoys her to no end

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brokcncrowns · 2 months

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From infancy all the way up until late adolescence, Tyrion suffered from frequent and rather painful ear infections. Though attended by the Rock's maester as diligently as he could, there was little that could be done besides wait them out.

#ooc ;#headcanons ;#c; tyrion #cersei often did her best to make them worse by screaming in his presence and overall being a nuisance.#ESPECIALLY when he was a baby and couldn't leave the room to avoid her #tywin never said anything to her about it but if jaime caught her he'd scold her. which is why she never did it with jaime around

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leatherbookmark · 1 year

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the thing with wwx though is like. yzy hates him already for the mere fact of him being taken in by jfm and getting special treatment, so maybe if he was the most docile, polite, average disciple ever invented, she'd still hate him and single him out for punishment. who knows. and i'm not a wwx person, or rather, it's been A Time since i've last read wwx meta or thought about him in depth, so. but: man, dude, have you Heard of acting like a human person?

it's like consequences aren't real for him, and we know that they are because of the lotus pods extra. so what's up with this man? this is jarring especially when the gusu lectures start, because everyone thinks the lan are no fun and have too many nonsensical rules, but they're ?!?! when he recounts his first night adventures. amazed, sure, but mostly surprised. it's a constant exchange of "and i did this..." "oh shit! and then...?!" and okay little dude but where did this impulse come from. have you stopped to examine it. like, of course you haven't, you're fifteen and a little asshole, but. did it cross your pretty mind that perhaps when you're a guest in someone's house, you should... behave? at least for a bit?

#i think wwx apologists (hehehehehehehehe) miss a very tasty chunk of his character by ignoring the fact that he was just... annoying #he'd cause problems on purpose. it's not noble or for some great morally motivated reason that he fools around when others are training #or breaks a fuckton of gusu lan rules even though he can't be ignorant of them because JC KNOWS. EVERYONE knows at least #the most common bit. curfew! no booze! that's it. but not him #i wouldn't say it's like hamartia because it's not this cultural neighbourhood but it sure would help wwx in his wen-protecting adventures #if he was a noble sincere young man who primarily cares about justice and helping people from that start #instead of drinking hunting pheasants being a general nuisance who talks when it's not his turn to #it wouldn't have solved everything! but it would have helped. instead: this #liveshrimping

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avephelis · 1 year

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every time a post-finale story forgets donnie can Literally Make Guns Out Of Thin Air i explode again

#THE AMOUNT OF THINGS IVE SEEN WHERE HE LIKE #gets taken out/captured WITHOUT anything negating his ninpo or ability to be a nuisance #HE CAN SUMMON AN ARTILLERY AT WILL. HE COULD PROBABLY MAKE A BOMB OUT OF A FLASHLIGHT.#plus it is way more interesting if he's put in a specific situation where he's countered #idk man i feel like if he were jumped without his battle shell he'd maybe. yknow. make a laser.

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rotisseries · 1 year

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completely unironically, I think in the skyward sword byler au i would make lucas groose. I'm not even joking. like I'd take out the technically a bully (minor nuisance) to redemption arc part of it and just make him mike and will's friend right out of the gate obviously. but it would be fun

#like. and then he'd follow mike down from skyloft for normal “I want to help you” reasons #and not “I'm trying to be a nuisance” reasons #I'd keep the mild crush on zelda/will details too. a bit of byclair. as a treat #hell even bywheelclair for those of you who like that. I'm pretty sure link/zelda/groose is the main fandom ot3 for that game lmao #byler #loz byler

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dermestes-vulpinus · 1 year

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△ What is your biggest weakness?

0/10 The Sun. Obviously.

7/10

I want to take another cop out and call it my Beast, but really it's just my temper because this has been a problem since well before I died. (If anything the Beast just gave me an excuse to act out on it more.)

But really, a lot of stuff pisses me the hell off and I've never been good about managing those feelings, especially when they get overwhelming. I know I probably come across as pretty cool and collected on here, but that's mostly because this is a good site for curating one's own experience. Block And Let Block, you know. Plus, text tends to neuter emotion. It also helps that, at least until recently, I'd had a pretty good and consistent routine going. The problem is when that routine gets disrupted, or something in my environment changes suddenly. Abrupt change in general really doesn't go over well with me. For example, I don't know if you'd encountered me at that point, but a little while ago I got a new coworker and he moved things around in my workspace without notifying me that he was even there and I completely flew off the handle. Let's just say the pissy little post I made about warding my office with cold iron was made well after I'd had to leave and go blow off steam so I didn't take it out on any of my more fragile coworkers. People touching my stuff is like #1 on the list of stuff that sets me off.

Now, having read all that, if you're thinking to yourself "That sounds like a little bit more like autism than it does just the typical Tzimisce attitude," you're probably absolutely right. But, at this point, there's really not much I can do about it aside from Cope and try not to kill anyone who would be missed if they disappeared after trying to throw out my scrap paper.

All in all, there's lots of things you can do to provoke me and very little I can do to not take the bait.

#A voice from the dark #That Danny kid still grinds my gears to high heaven but at least it's an accounted for nuisance now #That said he'd better toe the line if he doesn't want to go the same way as the cleaning lady who wouldn't learn her lesson

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