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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 8 months

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I was wondering if you could do a really sweet "reunion" between Eddie and his gf in the cafeteria. Like, maybe she had to go to the dentist in the morning so they haven't seen each other all day, and Eddie is all grumpy and snappy with the Hellfire guys and Dustin is like "what's the matter with him? Wake up in the wrong side?" and Jeff replies "woke up with no Y/N is more like it" and then she comes into the cafeteria and they behave like they haven't seen each other for months 😊

Request by @somethingvicked

Warnings: Grumpy Eddie, Fluff.

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Eddie was in one hell of a bad mood. You had to leave early this morning for the dentist, which meant he woke up without you.

Not only had he woken up without you this morning, there was no sleepy morning kisses and cuddles.

You weren't cuddled up on his chest when he woke up, the two of you exchanging sleepy, kisses and whispers of love. Your morning ritual.

He hated going without his morning kisses from you. It was the best start to the day, his highlight of the day.

Everyone around Hawkins thought he was mean and scary as shit but you knew the soft side to him, with you he was as soft as a marshmallow.

Wayne takes one look at his pissed off face and hides his smile behind his coffee mug as Eddie heads into the kitchen for breakfast.

"In a mood this morning son?" Wayne asks amused.

Eddie grumbles and pours some coffee into his Garfield mug.

"What gave it away? " he replies sarcastically and Wayne chuckles.

"Saw your girl leave early this morning for her appointment, I figure that's why you're like a storm cloud just now?" Eddie nods and finishes his coffee wincing at the taste.

This is why he prefers a YooHoo but this morning was already shit so extra strong, black coffee it was.

His mood didn't improve in school, it got worse, Carver said some dumb shit to him, Eddie usually ignored the asshole but today he wound him up, just to cheer himself up.

As usual the douchebag went running to the safety of his friends. He knew Jason was secretly terrified of him, he backed down fast.

Being a freak had has its advantages.

By noon, he was grumpy as fuck, the constant chatter between the boys was getting on his last nerve.

"Jesus h christ. Would you shut the fuck up" he huffs at them as they chat.

Gareth snorts. "What's up with you man?"

"Nothing" he snaps and continues to eat his pretzels, he's impatient to see you. Being around you helps the chaos of his mind, calms down his restless energy.

He loves being with you-loves you so much.

Dustin turns to him, eyes wide and he chuckles nervously.

"What is up with you dude? Wake up on the wrong side of bed this morning or something?" Jeff snorts at this and Eddie glares at him.

"Woke up with no yn more like" Jeff supplies and Eddie huffs, a pout on his face and his annoyance growing. It's true but its not helping his mood.

"Dude, you're so whipped" Mike makes a face and Eddie is barely listening as you come into the cafeteria, his heart skips a beat and he grins.

"Princess" he gets up and rushes to you, he's like an overexcited puppy as he is all over you. Peppering kisses to your hair and his pout is replaced with a huge beaming grin.

"I missed you so so much sweetheart. I don't like waking up without you beside me" he murmurs and you cuddle into him.

"I missed you too Ed's. Ugh, I hate the dentist" you say this with a pout on your face, the pout that pretty much has Eddie wrapped around your little finger.

If you give him that sad eyed look too, he's a goner.

"At least it's over with now sweetheart, Are you sore?" he asks worried as you wince, touching your mouth.

"A little, at least my very sexy boyfriend can help me feel better" he hears Gareth and Mike teasing him about this, turns and gives them a fierce glare, that stops them in their tracks.

"Anything for you princess" he kisses your forehead and leads you to the Hellfire table, he's much much happier now his girl is by his side.

He'll happily dote on you all night when you go home.

💞💞

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #eddie fluff

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bagerfluff · 4 months

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Sitting By (on) Each Other

Percy Jackson x Non-Binary Half-Blood Reader

Prompt - Hugs

You sat next to Percy while the two of you talked.

It was the end of the day, and everyone was sitting around the campfire while they roasted marshmallows, and while the Apollo kids sang, danced, and played instruments around the fire.

\You and Percy were sitting in the same spots you always did. You two never knew why you both sat in these spots, but ever since you and Percy became friends, it was like this. Other kids had even stopped trying to sit there.

While you and Percy were talking, Percy had forgotten about his marshmallow, and it burned. Percy was sad about this, so he got up to get another one. But while you waited for him, you came up with an idea.

You were going to move to Percy’s set.

It wasn’t an evil prank, nothing like the Stroll brothers do, but you found it funny, so you did it. You picked up your marshmallow on a stick and moved it so it was in front of you while you sat in Percy’s spot.

It wasn’t long before Percy came back, and he pouted when he saw that you were in his seat. “Y/n that’s my seat. Get out” Percy asked, but you just smirked. “No I’m pretty sure this one's mine you sit there”, you pointed to your previous seat.

Percy pouted more if that was even possible and shook his head. Percy then placed his stick next to yours and turned to face the fire.

“Fine I’ll just sit here”, Percy sat on your lap.

You blushed a bit at this. You had no idea Percy would do this. Plus, you kinda liked Percy. You’ve had a crush on him since he first came to Camp Half-Blood. You just never said anything because you thought it might ruin your friendship with him.

So you kept this secret locked up. You weren’t even sure if Percy liked you back, you couldn’t tell. Did he sit on our lap because you liked you or because you wanted to get back at you?

You couldn’t tell.

You also knew that Percy was very affectionate. He always had to be touching you in some way. So, was that it? This was all too confusing. But you loved it.

So you smiled and wrapped your arms around Percy’s waist, and you laid your head on his shoulder. “This is nice” you whispered into Percy’s ear. You then looked into the fire and listened to the campers singing.

Completely missing the blush on Percy’s face.

#lgbtq #percy jackson x y/n #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #percy jackson x male reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson and the olympians #percy pjo #pjo tv show #pjo fandom #pjo series

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padfootagain · 5 months

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Home for Christmas

Hi everyone! Here is a cute fic for Christmas! I hope all of you who celebrate have a great time <3

Hope you like this silly little fic! Tell me what you think of it!

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Pairing: Hozier x reader

Warnings: none! It’s just cute fluff!!

Summary: Andrew is touring at the moment, and his busy schedule will keep him away for the Christmas season. Or at least, that’s what you thought would happen. That was without counting on how much he missed you.

Word Count: 2390

Hozier's Masterlist - Main Masterlist

24 December.

It’s midday and it’s raining. Against the window panes, the rain falls in a patted rhythm, adding to the soft voice of Ella Fitzgerald, a warmth that lulls you into a gentle sway. Around you, dispersed across the carpet, are a set of gifts, wrapping paper, some tape and glitter. You’re wrapping up presents for Christmas, ready to be delivered on Christmas morning throughout your relatives and friends. It makes for a rather tall pile, as you look at all the work you have left. You’re about half-way through, so you gather your courage in a sigh and get back to work, grabbing a box and some paper and trying your best at turning the whole thing into what vaguely resembles a gift.

On your left, you have set the presents that are already wrapped in red and golden paper. Three of these are for Andrew, and you’re quite proud of what you’ve found for him this year. Your gaze lingers on the items, the ghost of a smile lingering on your lips as you think of him… but you end up looking away in a hurry.

He won’t be home for Christmas this year. His touring schedule won’t allow it. If he’s in Europe, he’s currently trying to catch a few hours of sleep in a hotel room in Vienna.

You’ve thought about joining him on tour for a few days, but you wanted to see your family at Christmas. Besides, the look your mother gave you when you mentioned the idea was enough to make you abandon the thought altogether. She looked too sad for you to go ahead with it. You guessed you would simply have to miss your boyfriend this year.

You aren’t angry or bitter about it, though. It comes with dating a musician. There are moments when he isn’t around, and that’s alright. He makes up for it when he comes home, or when you can join him for a few days. Still, as you glance over at his gifts, knowing that they will remain unopened until mid-January, you can’t help the tug at your heart that thought brings.

You grab your phone as an act of revenge, snapping a pic of the three gifts, and sending them to Andrew.

Your gifts are ready! And as I’m an awful girlfriend, you won’t get any clue to guess what they are until you open them in a month!

You add a few emojis to tease him some more, and wait for the phone to buzz while you go back to work. You’ve got glitter on your fingers, it’s all over the beige carpet too. You don’t mind so much, though.

Your Christmas tree is glimmering on the right side of the room, you’ve turned its lights on to get into a festive mood. You have a cocoa on the coffee table, and a bag of marshmallows as a snack. But despite the music, you can’t help but notice how silent the house is.

No humming, no guitar, no voice lost in conversation with you about the most random topic. No padding steps going back and forth across the living room, no curses after hitting the angle of a table, no clutter made in the kitchen to make something as simple as tea. There’s nothing but Ella’s singing, the rain, and the sharp sound of your scissors cutting the wrapping paper, the quick tug at tapes…

Your phone buzzes, and you drop everything to reach for it. A laughing emoji appears under the name Andy, followed by a short text.

How mean! An awful girlfriend indeed.

A pause, some little dots appearing as he writes another message.

I’m worse though.

You shake your head as you type.

Nah! You’re all good. It will only take some extra chocolate to make me forgive you, that’s all. The worst is being abandoned for gift-wrapping. I’m terrible at it.

You’re too focused on the screen to notice any sound coming from outside, like a car-door closing.

I don’t have chocolate. Opted for flowers instead. Hope that works too.

You giggle at that, failing to hear footsteps before your door.

You still have a month to get the right thing.

You jump as you hear keys unlocking the front door. Frowning, you finally stand. Andrew’s parents have a set of keys, just in case, but they’ve never used them. And why would they when you’re here?

You’ve barely reached the hallway that the door opens… on a very tall figure you recognise in an instant. You gasp at the sight, hands flying up to your mouth.

Andrew, on his part, is grinning like an idiot, soaked despite the small distance he had to cross from the cab to the front door. The rain is still heavy, falling on the bouquet of flowers he’s carrying.

He barely has time to step in, throw a travel bag across the hall, and find shelter in your home that you’re jumping into his arms, and he laughs as he catches you with ease. He hasn’t closed the door yet, the air is cold as it sips into the hallway, but you pay no attention to it. You don’t care either about the fact that your clothes are getting wet against his drenched coat, that your fingers run through wet locks as you pull him closer, that his face is cold as you kiss, at long last, for what seems like forever. But then again, you’ve been waiting to see him for weeks, months even… you can’t be blamed for being eager to catch up on lost time.

“Hey,” he breathes as you finally pull away, although he keeps you in his arms.

Rubbing his nose against yours, your eyes are still closed. His voice is a bit deeper than usual in this whispered tone, and it makes shivers travel up your spine, makes your heart melt in a puddle.

“Hi,” you grin against his lips, stealing pecks there. “What are you doing here?!”

“You didn’t think I would really miss Christmas, did you?”

“But your shows…”

“I have nothing until the 26th. I’m not staying here long, just a couple of days. But I’m home for Christmas, at least.”

You hug him as close as you can, still too much in shock to truly believe that he is here, that this is happening, that he truly is home…

“I thought you couldn’t travel back here, that the flights didn’t fit the schedule.”

“I haven’t slept in 27 hours, but aside from that, it all went well,” he laughed, but you frowned at his statement.

“You couldn’t sleep on the plane?”

He blushes a little, averts his eyes for a second, before looking at you again.

“No, no…” he shakes his head, sounding a little embarrassed but smiling all the same. “I just… I was too excited to see you. Couldn’t fall asleep.”

You coo at him, making him wince as he finally puts you down.

“Oh, don’t start…” he warns you, but you love teasing him too much for that.

“You wanted to see me too much! You’re so cute!”

“I did fly all the way across Europe to see you, remember?”

“That’s what I’m saying. You’re hooked, buddy!”

You both laugh at that, but his smile grows tender as he reaches to brush his thumb across your cheek.

“Don’t I know that already…” he states, and again, the warm feeling spreads across your entire form, a perfect balance of happiness, fondness, and love.

He finally hands you the bouquet, and you breathe in the perfect scent: sweet and addictive, making you dizzy for a moment.

“So… no chocolate,” you tease, and Andrew struggles not to laugh, his smile tugging at his lips.

“No, I’m afraid not. The flowers will have to do.”

You hum, as if pondering.

“You’re lucky they’re so pretty,” you add, and he breaks into a cheeky grin.

“Not as pretty as you, though.”

You laugh, walking to the kitchen to give your flowers a vase and some water.

“Lousy line!”

“It was a masterpiece, are you kidding? That timing! Delivery!”

“And he pretends he’s a poet…”

You both laugh, Andrew has followed you after leaving his coat, scarf and shoes by the door. He wraps his arms around your waist, unwilling to be parted from you even for a minute, chasing after your warmth like a moth to a flame.

He drops a kiss to the top of your head.

“I pretend to be a musician, not a poet.”

“Considering your lyrics, you are a poet.”

You feel him grinning into your hair.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, and you know he’s blushing without seeing his coloured cheeks.

“Thank you for the flowers, I love them.”

“Next time, I’ll get you chocolate. I promise.”

“I was just joking. You didn’t have to get me anything. I was happy enough to simply have you here.”

You turn in his arms to face him, gently pull on the collar of his green cardigan until his lips meet yours, and that’s the best feeling in the world, really, to be there in his arms, to feel his heart against your palm…

But as you look up at him again, you notice the dark traces under his eyes, the heaviness in his eyelids. He looks exhausted, and if he always does when he’s touring, he seems to be barely being able to stand. For proof, he’s leaning more and more against you as he hugs you tight.

Gently, soothingly, you rub his back, and you don’t fail to notice the sigh he lets out, his body relaxing under your hands.

“We still have a few hours before heading to your parents’ house for the evening. Want to take a nap?”

“Only if you come with me.”

“I have to finish preparing all the gifts…”

“We can do that in the morning. We can even just hand them without any wrapping…”

“No! We’re doing this properly!”

“Tomorrow then.”

You yield easily, nodding.

“Alright. You go and dry your hair while I prepare some hot chocolate, and then we cuddle and take a nap. Deal?”

He grins.

“Deal!”

He kisses you again, passionate and overwhelming and leaving you dizzily blinking; before he disappears upstairs to change out of his wet clothes and get dry.

Meanwhile, you’ve prepared some warm beverage for him and go grab your own mug in the living room. You abandon the gifts for now, climb upstairs and under the covers to wait for Andrew.

You’re grinning at the thought of him joining you, and your smile only brightens when he actually does, clumsily hurrying to the bed.

He slips under the covers, on his side of the bed, the one you’ve been staring at for entire nights, feeling the empty space of his absence. He’s barely settled in that you’re already reaching for him. He takes the hand you’re holding out, kissing your knuckles before placing it against his heart.

He takes a few sips of his warm beverage, complimenting your creation before lying down fully with you, tucking you both in, making sure you’re both fully covered by the heavy blankets. You lie there together for a long time, legs tangled to the point that borders between his body and yours disappear, on your sides so you can stare at each other, bathe in the presence of the person you love most in the world, in the warmth of this home you share, this bed that feels empty when you’re not both here.

A few minutes are all that’s needed for the bed to be filled with the warmth of your entwined bodies, and you relax as you shuffle even closer, arms wrapped around his torso. He holds you close, his large palm rubbing circles into your back that make you close your eyes. He rests his forehead against yours, closes his eyes as well.

“God, I’ve missed you so fucking much,” he whispers, his voice quiet and soft in the gentle air of the room, the one disturbed only by your shared breaths, the tapping of the rain, and the occasional movements of your limbs under the covers. “I needed this. Needed to hold you close… you can’t imagine how much I needed this.”

You tighten your hold on him, an attempt to silently tell him that you understand, that you need him too, just as much.

“I’ve missed you too, honey,” you breath, your tone matching his. “So much. I’m so happy you’re home.”

“Only for a couple of days…”

“I don’t care. You’re here, now. That’s all I care about. I might not think the same in a couple of days when I cry my eyes out at the airport but…”

You chuckle together, and he kisses the tip of your nose as a reward.

“Same here,” he mumbles as he buries his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply your scent, the one he tries to get drunk on, to commit to memory so he can reminisce later, once he’s alone again at night in some hotel room.

“Thank you. For coming home to me. Thank you, Andy.”

But he chuckles, shaking his head ever so slightly.

“I did it for myself as much a I’ve done this for you, you know.”

“I bet everyone in the band was tired of you complaining all the time,” you laugh, and he does the same.

“Alex was this close from kicking me out of the bus.”

You double with laughter, and yet keep on holding onto each other just as tightly, unwilling to ever let go again.

“I bet he was!”

He nuzzles into your neck, kisses the skin at the base of your shoulder, making your heart skip beats and your breathing stutter. His beard tickles your skin, and you’re certain you’ve been transported to heaven.

“I love you,” you whisper into his hair, kissing every inch you can reach. You feel his grin against your neck.

“I love you, too. So much, darling.”

You forget to set up an alarm, and when you both fall asleep a few minutes later, you’re too comfortable to wake up. You arrive late at Andrew’s parents’, but they can’t pretend to be mad. They’re too happy to have their son for Christmas, and you feel the same.

#hozier #andrew hozier byrne #hozier x reader #hozier x y/n #hozier x you #hozier fanfiction #hozier fanfic #hozier oneshot #the hoziest #fanfiction #fanfic #writing

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certifiedwhore4slashers · 1 year

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Secrets

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend has been gone a lot lately. and you know he’s keeping secrets from you, you just don’t know what, until it’s too late.

warnings: toxicity, obsession, yandere, manipulation, implied murder, stalking, , kidnapping, psychotic behavior, ethan being delusional, drugging, possessiveness, toxic relationship, naïve!reader etc…

one of my darker fics, hope you enjoy!

You probably should go to bed as it was Midnight and you stayed awake in your bed, staring at the ceiling. But you just couldn’t. You were thinking of your boyfriend. You missed him so much. Mostly because you really didn't spend much time together lately.

He had usually been busy, you didn't feel insecure, you definifely trusted him, but you knew he was hiding something. Something malicious.

You toss and turn, struggling to sleep. then your phone beeps. Someone messaged you. Probobly your friends about Ghostface, who returned.

You probably should've stayed with your friends tonight. However, Living on your own was easy. But you hoped you would eventually become serious enough with Ethan that you'd move in together.

You sigh, getting up and going in your kitchen, making yourself hot cocoa, sipping your drink when you stand by your counter. "So good, You moaned, getting marshmallow on your face.

Hopefully drinking this would make you more tired. Or, forget about your boyfriend for now so you could sleep. Even if in your mind You doubted if he really loved you. Okay, you really were insecure. But not if he was cheating on you, just whether or not he really loved you.

You finish your drink. Your place was dark with no lights on. Weirdly, this comforted you more than terrifying you. "Fuck it, I need sleep, You cuss, going in your room. You had University tomorrow.

Luckily, No exams for some time. But still. Sleep would benefit you. So you hop right back in bed, closing your door. Because you were sure someone was stalking you. You check your messages. You should've responded earlier since they were from Ethan.

I'm sorry for not spending much time with you, Y/n, Studies have been bothering me. I promise I'll make it up to you.

Hey, No worries, I completely understand. I love you.

You quickly turn your phone off for some sleep. Somehow, You do fall asleep. But wake up early anyway. 3 AM. You get up, before feeling like someone was in your apartment.

You hoped the person would be your friends or Ethan. "Um, is someone here? You murmur. You tried hiding your fear well. Which you were until someone wraps their arms around your waist. You yelp.

"Relax, Y/N, A familiar voice said. You sigh of relief. "Ethan." "Mhm, He replied."I feel bad for not spending some time with you." Something ringed in your mind. You never told him where you lived.

"Hold on... You said, stepping back from him." I didn't ever share my address." "Chad told me, Ethan chuckled nervously. You believed him. "Fucking Chad."

It sounded weird you never told your own boyfriend where you lived, but you knew Chad longer. Plus, You planned on telling him where you lived when you became more serious, in case you planned on hanging out anywhere but his place.

"Yeah, He said. You didn't see how he looked. You didn't know how sinister he really was. You hug him."I seriously missed you. But I assumed you were busy."

"I finished my homework and other things, He explained. You nod." Okay, well, I'll turn the lights on." "It's okay, I'm leaving anyway, Ethan replies.

You nod. "Well, I love you." "I love you too, Ethan responded, quickly kissing you before leaving. You had no clue on what would eventually happen.

When you were up and ready, You left your apartment, meeting up with your friends before school. "hey, what happened? You ask, seeing sadness on everyone's faces.

"Anika died, Mindy frowned."I believe your boyfriend killed her." "For the last time, I was at Econ! Ethan defended himself. You looked confused, but said nothing. Perhaps he was there before he came to see you.

“Mhm, Mindy said, not believing him at all. “I believe you, You assure your boyfriend though deep down you didn’t believe him either. Not entirely anyways. But you felt bad.

You should trust your boyfriend, he’d never lie or keep secrets from you. He smiles. "Thanks, Y/n." You nodded, placing your hand over his.

Your warm gesture made him feel better. Mostly you, knowing he would never hide anything from you. You stayed with your friends so you could comfort them. Especially since Mindy lost her girlfriend.

"I'm so sorry, Mindy, You say, hugging her. "She shouldfve lived, Mindy frowned. "No offense, Y/N, but Ethan is suspicious." "I understand, You softly smile.

Mindy shyly smiles. You were beginning to suspect your own boyfriend too. You felt awful for accusing Ethan, but circumstances proved otherwise.

"You should sleep over here tonight, Tara suggests. You nodded. You received a message from Ethan, you asked him where he had gone. Mindy looked over your shoulder, "You're really believing his lies?"

"Huh? What do you mean? You say. Mindy rolled her eyes. "He is obviously Ghostface. Obviously manipulating you." "Mindy, We don't know for sure, Chad defended Ethan.

You frown, rethinking everything. Was he really manipulating you? Mindy was clever enough, so you did believe her words. "I... she could be right, You blurted. Everyone looked at you in shock.

"Y/n! Tara said. "You seriously believe Mindy?" "Yeah, because I'm not wrong, Mindy said, grief consuming her. "Look, Evidence is there. think about it." Everyone stopped speaking, thinking things over, including you.

Guilt eating you up inside. But your logical side was telling you to run, convincing you Mindy was right. You couldn't convince yourself your own boyfriend is innocent. any evidence Mindy had was pure circumstantial.

Still, You loved Ethan. You couldn't believe he would ever kill anybody. He was so sweet. Even if he recently had been distant, which didn't mean he was guilty by any means.

But he did make you suspicious. You noticed how he was still gone. What was Ethan doing? You spammed messages, which sounded clingy, but you were worried, plus suspicious.

Finally, He messaged you. He didn't seem bothered by your spam, in fact, maybe happy you spammed him. He was on his way from wherever. Still didn't specify.

“I got here as soon as I could! Ethan exclaimed. Mindy eyed him suspiciously since he was her number one suspect.

“Don’t do shit, Mindy, Chad warned. “I’m so sorry, I just had so much to do, Ethan said, wrapping his arms around your waist affectionately.

“Ah yes, under purely coincidental circumstances you finally show up, Mindy said sarcastically. Ethan frowned.”I swear. I’ve just been focusing on actually passing in College.”

“I believe you, You assure him. "And you should too, Mindy. speaking of which, can I speak to you in private?” Mindy nods. You escape your boyfriend’s grip as he gives you an understanding look.

You pull her aside.”I… believe you, Mindy.” “Shit, really? She said.”I told you he’s suspicious. I wouldn’t be completely off guard around him.”

“I know, it’s just he’s keeping many secrets lately and I think being the killer is one of them, you whisper. You felt relieved you could confide in someone who shared your suspicions.

Mindy sighed."And you just ignored the red flags?" "Um, I guess so, You reply. She frowned. "You must really love him." You nodded, kind of embarrassed for being so dumb.

"I understand but you should distance yourself for now, Mindy suggests. You nodded. In case he was a killer, who planned on killing you.

You did feel remorse when he looked pretty sad but you knew, you couldn't be around him. For your safety. You had never been scared of him before, but everything had been odd. If he didn't keep secrets from you, You wouldn't be suspicious.

"Y/n, Could I please talk to you? Ethan asked, knowing Mindy was no longer by your side. "Fine, You reply, more sympathy in your voice than you hoped.

"Look, You seem so suspicious and paranoid, He begins. "and I'm sorry I've been distant. I promise, I'm not keeping anything from you. I love you, why would I purposefully hurt you?"

You rethink everything. If you weren't so naïve and blinded by your love for him, You would've refused to believe him. But you couldn't hold back much. You hug him. "I believe you. I'm sorry... for being suspicious."

He smiles."I forgive you." You would quickly regret believing him later on. You did sleep over but in the morning, You were comfortable enough you could go home.

You shouldn't have walked by yourself, but you did. However, You could feel yourself being followed. Someone was definitely stalking you.

"Maybe I'm just paranoid, You murmur nervously. But the loud footsteps behind you proved your worries. But when they grew closer, You sped walked, not running when you didn't know for sure. You were so close.

Suddenly, You stopped. You could keep on walking, or take the short cut through the alley where your place was. However, You couldn't even choose because something hit your neck, like a needle, and you blacked out.

When You woke up, You tried moving but your wrists were bound. You squirmed. "Keep trying, You won't move, Someone spoke. You quickly were filled with dread when you recognized the voice.

"No, You whimper, before he comes into view. Your own boyfriend, Ethan kidnapped you. In one hand, held his knife, his other hand holding his mask.

"You were Ghostface, You said, looking down. His knife had blood on it. Which could only mean he murdered more people. His wide grin said everything you needed to know. He enjoyed killing people. "For us, Y/N, He replies.

You quickly remembered when he broke into your apartment. You believed him, but now you realized he didn't want you to see him in the Ghostface Costume. He had been following you, hence why he knew where you lived.

"For us? You repeat. He nods, caressing your face."I did this all for us, for you." You wished he was being truthful. But you could see right through his manipulative ways. Well, You tried to.

"You're all mine, I'll kill anyone who touches you."

#scream x reader #ethan landry x reader #yandere #yandere ethan landry #yandere scream #afab!reader

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kissitbttr · 6 months

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hello! i read you miss having asks and i don't know if you maybe miss having some requests (in case you aren't taking any you can ignore this and i hope you'll have a good day <3)

but what about some domestic Miguel and spending your first Christmas together? just imagine sitting on the couch in front of the TV, with a blanket covering both of you, watching some way too romantic soap opera, while drinking some hot chocolate and just enjoy the moment <3

(i know this is so early and we are still in November, but I swear, I can already feel the nostalgic feeling of Christmas </3)

xmas with miggy? say no more baby!!

it is absolutely one of your favorite holiday, ever. the music, the decorations, the presents for your loved ones, the cooking and baking. everything about christmas just screams fairytale,

miguel has never been the one who’s fond of this specific holiday, or any holiday for that matter. he would drown himself in work to avoid any invitations from friends. sad but anything to get away from interacting with strangers.

now ever since you stepped into his life, he can’t help but see how this year’s christmas would be different. having you with him to celebrate together just changes his perspectives. now he has someone to hold and love, this christmas would bring joy into his life.

you and him had been pretty busy with the decorations and stuff. buying a Christmas tree, getting pretty ornaments, looking for presents etc.

“need a hand, baby?” miguel steps into the kitchen, seeing you take out fresh cookies from the oven. you look so… comfy. dressed in his old t-shirt with your hair tied up in a bun—his clothing is basically a dress so there’s no need to be putting on some pants other than underwear—

you nod, looking up at him before setting the cookies on the counter. “can you put those hot chocolates on the table, my love?” you ask with a smile,

his heart soars at the nickname before grabbing the two cups of hot cocoa with tiny pink marshmallows in them. “you pick or i pick the movie?”

you’re quick to raise your hand in a child-like manner, causing him to laugh. “me, duh!” you answer as if it’s the most obvious thing. “we’re tuning in The Mafia Dolls and La Reina Del Sur”

miguel groans at the choice, shaking his head as he put the tray down on the table before grabbing a blanket. “you just want to watch Kate Del Castillo because you have a crush on her” he points out,

shrugging you showcase an expression of no shame. “she’s hot. you know i would leave your ass for her”

miguel jaw drops open, hand over his heart as he watches you stifle a giggle. “i’ve had enough time dealing with men trying to hit on you on a daily basis and now i have to compete with Kate Del Castillo too?!”

“her and Eva Mendes” you nod, arms crossed, smiling to yourself as he rolls his eyes before throwing you a playful glare and sit on the couch. “you’re going to pay for that comment”

you give him a cheeky smile. grabbing two cookies as you stride towards him, his large arm coming to wrap itself around your waist. he gently pulls you down on the couch, letting your head rest against his chest as you feed him a cookie.

“mhmm” he hums in approval. “new recipe?”

“yeah. you like? grandma sent the recipe to me. said that i have to treat my man something nice every once in a while” you giggle to yourself as he put his arm behind you. his lips plants a kiss on top of your head.

“tell her i said thank you” he mumbles as he turns on the tv. “i like this you know?”

a hum rumbles from you as you lay your back comfortably against him, taking another bite of the cookie. “what is?”

then he smiles, eyes landing on you. his fingers move to stroke your soft hair gently, catching that sweet scent of your strawberry mint shampoo that he finds obsessed over.

miguel can’t exactly remember when he had something like this. probably in his childhood? not quite sure. even if it was true, he doubts that it’s actually memorable. he remembers there were a lot of screaming match and broken plates though. maybe that’s why he avoids christmas like a plague. it was never magical.

but you… oh god, you.

you changed it for the better. the decorating christmas tree, wrapping up presents for each other, counting fails at an attempt to create gingerbread house, cooking up delicious traditional food instead of unseasoned dish that he sees people are making. and it might not be a big christmas party like in movies or how his co-workers do it, but that’s okay really. that’s just how he prefers it.

you, him and christmas.

“being with you” he responds, not minding the chatters coming from the tv. “estoy agradecido por ti, princesa”

“so, so grateful” he mumbles, pressing another quick kiss on your temple.

his words cause your gaze to soften. you slowly turn your head to look up to him from the tv, who’s eyes glued into the screen. your heart warms at the sight of miguel being comfortable with you, a small smile attached to his face.

leaning forward, you give him a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. he sighs out of contentment at the gesture, hand around your waist tighten.

“i’m grateful for you too.”

aaa this feels like it’s rushed but i hope u like it anon! I’m sorry it took too long:(

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara blurbs #miguel o’hara fluff

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louloulemons-posts · 5 months

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could u do a eddie where y/n gets pregnant and she gives eddie like a early christmas gift and she like tells and and he's like super excited i get it if u don't want to because of pregnancy but i just feel like it would be so cute!!

Early Gifts

Eddie Munson X Fem!Reader

Word Count : 0.5k

a/n : thank you for the request, i hope you enjoyed

-lou 🫶🏻

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“So, have you told him yet?” Nancy asked.

“No, but I’m going too tonight,” you smiled. “I can’t believe we’re having babies at the same time!” The girl laughed.

“They’ll be best friends, just like us.”

“Oh of course.”

“I still can’t believe you figured it out before me!”

“Come on, I think I’d know the symptoms,” she said, smiling fondly at her small bump.

“I hope Eddie’s as excited as we are.” Giving your shoulder a squeeze, Nancy spoke once more, “He will be, come on he’s been talking about babies none stop since me and Johnny got pregnant. He adores Steve’s kids too.”

“Hm that’s true. I should head off, wrap this gift and get ready for him to come home.”

“Call me, let me know how it goes.”

“I will do.”

You headed to your car, putting the small bag containing Eddies present in the trunk of your car. With a small smile on your face, you made your way home.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

You didn’t have much time when you got home, as Eddie would be back from work soon.

Quickly placing the small baby grow and the positive test in a cherry red box, you slid it under the tree.

Heading to the kitchen you made yourself and Eddie a hot chocolate, covering the two drinks in cream and marshmallows.

“Honey I’m home!” Eddie called out.

“And what perfect timing you have Mr Munson,” you smiled, walking into the living room to greet him.

“Well I couldn’t wait to see you Mrs Munson.” Placing the mugs down on the coffee table, you wrapped your arms around the man’s neck.

Leaning down he placed his mouth to yours, pulling you in close, you could feel his smile against your lips. “What was that for?” he asked.

“Just missed you.”

“Aw Sweetheart, I missed you too.”

“How was work?”

“Busy, people coming to change their tyres cause of the snow.”

“Come and relax with me,” you spoke, pulling him towards the couch. He dropped down with ease, wrapping you up in his arms.

Eddie hummed in contentment, “God I love this.”

“What?” you asked, looking up at him.

“This, us. Wouldn’t change a thing.”

“No?” there was slight concern in your tone.

“Hm, nope. This is perfect- um did Santa come early?” he asked, nodding over to the tree.

Shimming out of his hold, you went and grabbed the present. “I know you didn’t want anything to change but,” you handed the box to him.

“What’s thi-“ you cut him off with a kiss, “Just open the box.” He did just that, pulling the top off, looking at the test with confusion.

Sat biting your thumb nail, you watched as he pulled out the baby grow, one that said

“Daddy’s best bud.”

Tears pooled in his eyes, “Shit, no no no no, baby don’t cry. It wasn’t meant to be sad!”

The man chuckled, “They’re not sad tears. You’re- We’re- Parents? You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah, yeah I am.”

“When did you- I mean when did you find out?”

“Technically Nancy did.”

He cocked a brow in confusion, “She saw the signs, took me to get a test. Found out a couple days ago.”

“Oh my god. I’m gonna be a dad, you’re gonna be a mom!”

“Yeah baby,” you smiled, holding his face in your hands.

“I love you so much,” he kissed you.

“I love you too, and I love you!” he said to your tummy. “Slight problem though.”

“What’s that Eds?”

“Might need to find a bigger apartment.

~ / / / * \ \ \ ~

Thank you so much for reading!

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togrowoldinv · 10 months

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Castles Crumbling

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Trying to get through to Natasha can be a difficult task, but you’ll never give up on her.

Note: So this one is a lil sad, but I promise there’s hope laced in it as hope is always around if you just look for it. Yes, it’s a Taylor reference hehe. Enjoy this one!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

Things with Natasha were great. Until they weren’t.

You met the woman when you joined the team. It was one of your favorite days of your life. You had finally reached your goal of becoming an Avenger and there you were there amongst the heroes that you had so admired.

Natasha took to you surprisingly quickly. She hadn’t realized she was doing it, not really. She just felt comfortable around you. But everyone else, including you, noticed that she was drawn to you.

You were drawn to her too, so you spent a lot of time with her. You always trained with her and spent nights watching movies with her. Most nights you made hot chocolate and giggled over how many marshmallows you could eat.

Beginning to feel like your relationship with her was something more than a friendship, you took the chance and asked her out one night.

It was bold, you knew that, but you didn’t want to miss the chance at something real. And Natasha was as real as it got. Your hopes were shattered when Natasha said no and all but ran away from you.

It’s been two weeks of silence from the woman. You haven’t seen her at training or any other event. Honestly, you’re not even sure she is at the compound. Still, you make a cup of hot chocolate for her and march to her room.

You knock on the door. No answer.

“Natasha,” you try. Nothing. “I don’t even know if you’re in there, but if you are, will you please open the door? I miss you so much.”

You still hear nothing on the other side of the door. Sighing, you place the mug on the ground next to the door.

“I made you a hot chocolate. I’ll just leave it here,” you say into the door.

Taking a few steps away, your attention is drawn back to the door. It creaks open slightly, and you see her hand reach for the mug. To your surprise, the door doesn’t close immediately. You stand completely still in the hallway even though you’re sure Natasha knows you’re there.

“Y/n?” She calls out. You could cry at hearing her voice for the first time in weeks.

You walk towards her, and she simply gestures for you to enter her room. You do so easily, noticing the way her usually perfectly clean room is a mess. Clothes are everywhere, and papers on her desk are haphazardly stacked.

“I made it with extra chocolate,” you say, referring to the mug in her hand.

“Thank you,” she says. She means it. Nat takes a sip of the hot chocolate and places it on her nightstand.

You nod. You’re racking your brain for what to say next when Natasha speaks instead.

“You don’t want to know me,” Natasha says. “Not like this.”

“Natasha,” you try to stop her, but she continues.

“I’ll just let you down,” Natasha says. “Everyone who tries to love me just gets pushed away. It’s my fault.”

“Hey, don’t do that,” you say. “Don’t blame yourself.”

“But it’s true.”

“It’s not. I love you and I’m still standing here, aren’t I?” You ask her. Her lips almost quirk up at your confession, but she is too focused on how she will hurt you to truly smile.

“I shut you out for two weeks,” Nat says. “That doesn’t really scream that I am capable of-”

She stops herself short, opting to shake her head. Life is full of incomplete sentences, but you want to know what she was going to say. So, you push.

“That you’re not capable of what?”

“Y/n.”

“Tell me, Natasha. Because if you say what I think you’re going to say then you’re completely wrong.”

Natasha’s cheeks turn a rosy pink, a sure sign that she is keeping herself from crying. Her green eyes are a sea of sadness.

“I don’t know how I got this way,” Natasha says, her voice low. “I used to be so strong, and I was great at keeping myself uninvolved.”

“Was that strength or was that fear?” You pose the question.

“I don’t know,” Natasha admits. “Both.”

You dare take a step closer to Natasha. When she doesn’t step back, you reach out your hand to her. She hesitates, but eventually she lets her nimble fingers slip between yours. It’s electric, as it is every time you two touch.

“You know we don’t have to be anything, but friends. But at least can we be that?” You ask. “I miss you. I miss us.”

Natasha finally lets her teardrops fall. No one ever sees her like this.

“I’ve hurt so many people,” Natasha says through her tears. “I can’t hurt you.”

“You won’t,” you assure her. “And even if you did, it would be hurt that was one hundred percent worth it. I’d let you hurt me a million times over if it meant I got to love you and be loved by you.”

“I don’t- why would you let yourself be hurt by me?”

“Natasha, people hurt people. That’s what makes us human. But there is no hurt that the two of us can’t get through. And there’s no way I’m ever giving up on you,” you explain.

She squeezes your hand harder. You give her your best smile.

“I’m not sure how human I am,” Natasha admits. “People see me as a monster.”

“Those people don’t know you. You are so beautifully, wonderfully, painfully human.”

You’re not sure she believes you, but her tears begin to subside. Natasha reaches her other hand out to your free one. She intertwines them just like the other two.

“You really want me?” She asks, a certain shyness you haven’t heard before to her voice.

“I really want you.”

“With all of this pain and hurt I cause?”

“It’s not your fault,” you remind her. “And, yes. I love you. Nothing will change that.”

“I- I’m not ready to say it,” Natasha says. You know what she means. “But I do feel it. I think. It’s not simple.”

“It never is. All I know is that we can do this,” you tell her. “Can I hug you?”

Natasha nods. You step forward and she releases her hands from yours. Wrapping your arms around her neck, you feel her bury her face into yours. Residual tears dry, and you hold her tight.

You don’t know how long the hug lasts. Maybe mere seconds, or maybe it was hours.

But you know that you will always love Natasha, even when her castles are crumbling to the ground. A million times over, you will choose her.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff comfort #natasha romanoff angst #Hope is the only thing stronger than fear or whatever the hunger games says

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rookthorne · 9 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭

While saving lives was Bucky’s passion and calling, you couldn’t help but have the need to be there to save him. And one day, you came up with the idea of how to stay with the guardian angel all through his shift.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☤ Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ☤ 1.0k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☤ Tooth rotting fluff

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ☤ I want the love of my life to always have me with them, and I thought the same for Bucky.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ☤ Flightless Bird, American Mouth by Iron & Wine

𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Babe!” Bucky called into the apartment while his heavy boots thumped over the tiled floors in his search for you. “Baby, c’mon, where’s my bag?”

“In here,” you replied. You hastened in your mission and just as the footfalls came closer to the bedroom, you turned and faced the door, Bucky’s work duffle held out by both your hands.

Bucky appeared in the doorway, his uniform jacket undone to reveal a tight black undershirt, and the swishing sound of his pants over his thighs came to a stop – just as your heart did. His hair was in a half-up, half-down style, and the tattoos that lined his neck stood out in relief against the rough, dark fabric of his collar.

It was enough to make your heart thunder against your ribs.

“What are you doing, Peanut?” Bucky asked, raising a suspicious brow and looking between you and his outstretched duffel. “Why do you have my bag–no, don’t look all cute ‘n innocent on me, I know that’s a lie.”

“Oh, come on,” you laughed, shaking your head. “So little faith in me, huh?”

Bucky flattened his expression. “Ha, ha, very funny. Seriously, what will happen when I open this?”

You considered it for a moment, but your thoughts must have flashed across your expression because Bucky’s lips curled into a smirk. “No, get your mind out of the gutter.” The pout on his lips made you grin. “Just… I packed someone for you.”

“Someone–?”

“Yeah,” you replied. There was a moment of silence where you stared at Bucky, and he stared back, unblinking and determined in his mission for you to break first.

Naturally, you didn’t.

Bucky sighed. “Fine,” he drawled, and he walked towards the bed and placed the duffle on the comforter. “I’m gonna open this and it better not be a prank.”

“Would I do that?” you asked innocently, battering your eyelashes for an added effect.

“Do I have to answer that?” he retorted as he unzipped the bag. You slapped his shoulder in retaliation and sat on the side of the bed, watching as he dug through the contents and searching for anything amiss, when he paused.

The normally at ease slump of his shoulders tightened minutely – it would have been unnoticeable under his bulky uniform, but you knew his tells. His brow had furrowed and he licked his lips. “Baby, is this–what is this?”

“I thought- Well, I thought you might, um–like someone with you on shift that’s not Stevie,” you explained, watching his expression morph from confusion to bewilderment. “And I saw this lil’ guy, and you know I love them, so…”

Bucky stood up straight, and by doing so, he revealed what you had hidden amongst the instruments of his work bag. It was a small, soft stuffie – the shape of a round marshmallow, only a thousand times cuter. “So this is one of your favourite stuffies?” he mused, a soft smile on his lips. “You got me my own, huh?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I thought they could be me… Y’know, to keep you safe–to keep you company.”

“Oh, baby girl,” Bucky breathed, and he stepped closer. “You’re always with me–keeping me safe, alright?”

His lips were soft on yours, and you smiled into the kiss before he pulled away.

The loss of his lips made a pang of sadness course through you; missing him already, even when you were in arms reach. “She’s gonna be a fine recruit to the misfits,” Bucky chuckled, turning the stuffie over in his hands. “So damn soft too. I reckon the kids that see her will love her to bits.” He paused, and then smirked. “Well, this little baby is gonna sit on the dash of my truck. Thank you, sweetheart.”

You giggled shyly and hid your face. “I’m glad.”

Bucky grinned at you and put the stuffie on the top of his bag. “Now, c’mere–I wanna love on my Peanut before the madness that is night shift.”

You laughed and launched yourself into his arms, giggling like a lovestruck fool at his exaggerated grunt of effort.

“You be safe out there, Buck,” you whispered finally, letting him rock you side to side. “My stuffie will be watching out for you and Stevie, okay?”

“Mhm,” Bucky hummed, and he kissed your head. “Got my own little guardian stuffie–so damn cute, jus’ like you.”

After kissing Bucky goodbye, you settled onto the couch with a blanket and one of your own stuffies to watch a movie. The sense of familiar unease that came with the loss of his company an age old tell you’d lived with for years now, only this time – since you had started to date the oaf, it was different.

No matter how many times Bucky had assured you that he loved his job and wouldn’t trade it for the world, there was always a niggling feeling of worry every time he walked out that front door to face the horrors and the wholesomeness of the population.

The sun had set a few moments ago when your phone chimed – it was Bucky, and he had sent an image.

Pinks and yellows and oranges painted the side of his truck a mosaic of colours, and he was holding the stuffie up to the light. And in typical Stevie fashion, the blond idiot had poked his head around the toy and given the camera the goofiest expression.

The next photo was in the truck – Bucky was sitting in the driver’s seat, evident by the steering wheel at the bottom of the photo, while the stuffie you had given him was sitting proudly on the dash with a pen and the radio propped up against it.

The last photo made your heart swoop in your chest, however. It was a selfie Bucky had taken – the stuffie was sitting in his breast pocket, the blinding smile Bucky bestowed the camera brighter than any sunny day.

And when you read the caption, you couldn’t help but sniffle.

My Peanut, the love of my life, watching over me – just as I do her.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #rookthorne's works

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strwbrysugu · 8 months

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fluff. gojo is whining about cereal.

479 words.

a/n: hi i haven't written in three years pls be nice to me 😭

gojo satoru is the strongest jujutsu sorcerer.

everyone was aware of that, but what they weren't aware of is that, when gojo satoru was sitting at home, no curses to exorcise; all he really wanted was a bowl of lucky charms. preferably, all marshmallow lucky charms.

how hard was it to make that and sell them to everyone? due to what he referred to as, “madness”, he was in the worst mood that morning. if satoru couldn’t have the cereal he wanted, then happy was the last thing he could be.

you often woke up later than him, so when you found the man sulking on the couch with a pout on his face, you knew you were in for a wild morning.

“hey, toru,” you hesitantly greet him. he takes a glance at you, then at his bowl of cereal. “i have a problem.”

you nod slowly, joining him on the couch. “and what is that?”

“my cereal isn’t full of marshmallows.”

you snort as you lift his bowl up and take a spoonful of cereal. you bring it up to your mouth, only to have it smacked away by satoru. the spoon lands on your floor, the sound, and sight of it making you flinch.

“satoru,” you gasp. “what the fuck?”

“it doesn’t deserve to be eaten.”

a scowl graces his (beautiful) face, accompanied by the shaking of his head. the sound of the bowl being placed on the coffee table catches satoru’s attention and he continues to stare at the sad bowl of cereal.

“are you okay?”

“i'm strong, handsome, funny, i'm almost perfect,” he whines. "the only thing missing is a lifetime supply of marshmallow-only lucky charms."

your loud laugh rings through satoru’s ears, the disappointed look on his face replaced by a look of disgust.

“what are you laughing at?”

“satoru, out of all the problems you could possibly have, you’re angry about cereal?”

satoru was undeniably upset. but the sound of your laughter and smile that he would do anything to keep, has one tugging at his lips. he figured he could be upset about it later. for now, he wanted to enjoy how beautiful you looked as you teased him for whining about something stupid.

“you're so pretty,” a hand snakes around your waist, and you feel his lips press a long kiss on your cheek.

“there are two boxes of lucky charms left," you grin. "how about we pick all the marshmallows out for you?”

his eyes light up, and before you can get another word in, you’re being tugged into the kitchen.

while you’re stressing about the amount of time it’s going to take you, satoru stares at you with the utmost adoration in his eyes. you seem to surprise him every day, just when he thinks he can’t fall even more in love with you, you prove him wrong.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #jujutsu kaisen fluff #im genuinely terrified posting this #all the jjk writers are so goodd #i should be Embarrassed

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loveephia · 1 year

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some of the HQ boys as either a puppy or kitten boyfriend.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff.

⚠ warning/s: none.

the puppy boyfriend whose mood depends all on you, their beloved girlfriend. if you're happy, he's happy. if you're sad, he's sad. he'll become a show-off for your love and would be willing to do anything and everything you want; whatever it takes to hear some cheers of encouragement from you. he looks forward to seeing you every day at school, and if you happen to be sick, best believe he'll stomp on over to your house, whining about how much he's missed you.

ATSUMU, BOKUTO, HINATA, GOSHIKI, lev, nishinoya, komori, terushima.

the kitten boyfriend who's silently possessive of you, his precious girlfriend, yet he's too prideful or shy to ask for your affection. so instead, he glares at your friends as they all get their fair share of your warm hugs, wishing it was him. when you feel his gaze on you, you go and hug him (maybe give him a little kiss too) so that he'll stop his raisin-like expression. he doesn't like physical affection, but if it's from you? best believe he'll melt into your arms like a marshmallow.

KENMA, SAKUSA, KAGEYAMA, suna, osamu, tsukishima, daishō, kunimi, shirabu.

the boyfriend who somehow fits into both categories.

HOSHIUMI, kuroo, akaashi (although he feels more like a silent puppy boyfriend, in my opinion).

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!#hq x reader #hq x y/n #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x y/n #hq hcs #tooth rotting fluff #hq #haikyū!!#haikyuu

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kisses-from-crows · 6 months

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Random Campbell Bain Headcanons

(chapter 7 is currently a 5k word inconsistent mess but i can give you this so, ehhh? not sure if these make any sense but in my brain they make perfect sense)

-this mf LOVES halloween

-he will spend will weeks thinking up a bunch of overly complicated costumes

-he spends WAY too much money on halloween decorations (i want you to picture Campbell Bain with adult money….)

-he has gotten tangled in those cotton spiderweb things a million times

-he always gets really enthusiastic about carving pumpkins but doesn’t have the patience to do the super complicated designs. always manages to cut off bits he didn’t mean to cut off.

-has a tradition of smashing the pumpkins to bits in the first week of november. (he likes this part more than the carving)

-will literally beg to get his nails painted and then will IMMEDIATELY smudge them, everytime, without fail

-settles for coloring in his nails with sharpie

-scarily good at mario kart, like frighteningly good

-likes to watch the muppets when he has depressive episodes

-had an intense cowboy phase as a child, until he went to a petting zoo and discovered he’s deathly afraid of horses

-the type of person to go radio silent for weeks or spam you with 50 memes and 12 songs in a matter of an hour. (there is no in-between)

-will respond to an important text two days later with a link to song and nothing else

-has a MASSIVE sweet tooth

-and has absolutely ZERO self control with candy, will down an entire bag of marshmallows (he prefers the mini ones) in a single sitting.

-noticed that Eddie had started to sneakily take his candy so he started keeping secret stashes hidden in various places

-eddie will find a stash and throw it away, only to turn around and see Campbell munching on a king-sized snickers, just gloating

-is ace spec but constantly makes dirty jokes, partly for shock value partly because he finds it hilarious

-very touchy, doesn’t get the whole “personal space” thing

-insists that he loves scary movies and then will go to bed with all the lights on after

-finds a pair of shoes he likes and then wears them every single day until they fall apart, then refuses to throw them out

-his closet is full of converse held together by duct tape and a dream

-is the biggest baby about being sick. this mf will get a tummy ache and just start rolling on the ground whining about “this is the end, get my affairs in order, tell Eddie i love him”

-toes the line between being the dream/nightmare blunt rotation. he has the most entertaining monologues but he’s using the joint as a talking stick and accidentally ash’d in the water cups twice now

-not allowed to smoke anymore because it messed with his bipolar and he didn’t sleep for 4 days straight

-can’t cook for shit, regularly burns soup. is banned from using the oven after The Incident™️

-won’t explain to anyone what The Incident™️ is

-if you ask Eddie about it, he’ll just say “he knows what he did”

-rumor has it that it involved makeshift shrink-i-dinks

-visits Fergus’s grave at least once a month. sets up a blanket and just talks. tells him everything that happened since he came last. what the rest of the crew is up to

-always leaves some sort of bit or bauble for Fergus

-got very upset when they would go missing, until he realized the local crows were collecting them

-now he brings some food and an extra toy for the crows, they’re good friends now

-one of the crows always flies down and hangs out next to him, so Campbell is convinced it’s Fergus

okay that’s all i’ve got for now! (sorry had to make it just little sad at the end)

#campbell bain #campbell bain headcanons #taking over the asylum #this likely makes no sense #but who cares

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Continutation of my previous post but its just incorrect quotes.

Kise: what's a word that's a mix between angry and sad?

Akashi: malcontented, disgruntled, miserable, desolated

Aomine: smad

Akashi: I left instructions for everyone while I'm gone.

Aomine and Kise: Ours just say “No.”

Akashi: And I want you to apply it to every possible situation.

Mayuzumi: you played me like a fiddle

Bokushi: actually, fiddles are quite difficult to play. I played you like a cheap kazoo

Akashi: Kuroko, please keep an eye on Kise. He's gonna say something to Midorima and get himself punched.

Kuroko: Sure Akashi-kun, I'd love to see Kise get punched.

Akashi: Try again.

Kuroko: I will stop Kise from getting punched.

Akashi: Correct.

Akashi: oh, are you and Kise no longer…

Aomine: smushing booties?

Akashi: …yes that’s exactly how i was going to phrase my sentence, Aomine.

Bokushi talking to Nash: you think you can just bully people, but you can’t. it’s not okay.

Bokushi: i’m the bully around here. ask anyone.

Bokushi: i only feel one emotion, and it’s indifference.

Oreshi: last night you drunk-texted the whole team a bunch of heart emojis.

Bokushi: ...indifferently.

Murasakibara: i really miss these people, the whole team. Aka-chin, Mido-chin…

Murasakibara: …i forget all their other names.

Himuro: *judgemental eyebrow raise*

Midorima: You know archaic Latin?

Akashi: I got bored with classical Latin.

Midorima: You know normal Latin?

Akashi: Yeah someone from my knitting club taught me.

Midorima: YOU HAVE A KNITTING CLUB?

Akashi: You don't know everything about me Midorima. Now do you want a sweater or a scarf?

Momoi: 'You'll never find the body' is such a boring threat. A better threat would be; 'You'll never stop finding the body.'

Akashi, bored: Or just say, 'They'll be finding parts of you for at least four months...and you'll still be alive for three of them.'

Momoi: Now that's a threat!

The rest of the GoM: *horrified silence*

Murasakibara: do you think I could fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth?

Midorima: ...you are a hazard to society

Aomine: and a coward. do twenty

[Akashi after the GoM do something really stupid but he's running on t-2 seconds of sleep and a cup of tea]

Akashi : I am offended. I am angry. I am very tired. So I am gonna take a nap but when I wake up, oh you are *in* for it.

The GoM:...

Four hours later...

Akashi: How. DARE. You!

Kuroko: remember how furious you got that time when Aomine ended a letter with "thx" instead of "thanks"?

Akashi: why would you bring this up??

Himuro: So,Shuu , tell us everything! Did you call Akashi’s dad first?

Nijimura: I actually did!

*time skip back*

Nijimura, on the phone: Mr Akashj? I’m calling to inform you that I plan to ask your son to marry me. But since it’s 2016 I am NOT asking for your permission since he is not your property. NOR WOULD HE BE MINE IF HE CHOOSES TO SAY YES! He’s a strong independent man and he don’t need no man! That being said I truly hope he says yes. But it’s HIS decision so just BACK OFF!

Hinuro: aww, that was perfect! What did he say?

Nijimura: I have no idea I left a voicemail I’m terrified of him.

[Back at it again with the nijiaka]

Bokushi: Wait you like me?

Mibuchi: Yes

Bokushi: ... for my personality?

Mibuchi: I was surprised too

#akashi seijuro #midorima shintarou #murasakibara atsushi #aomine daiki #bokushi #oreshi #kise ryota #mayuzumi chihiro #mibuchi reo #LOL idk man

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