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nervousgardenerkid · 10 months

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Private, not secret

a/n: me being happy cause my no sabo ass can finally start using the little spanish sayings i've learned/said throughout my life😭😭not sure how to feel about this or how it ended....just the thought of miguel coming home and COMPLETELY unwinding and being putty in ur hands....it does something to me okay?? i just wanna take care of him pls as always i hope u all enjoy this and credit to the gif owner! <3

warnings: none really! cursing, some spanish, (that's probs not good i'm sorry my luvs i wasn't taught my native language </3) miguel being soft then grumpy lol, not proofread (that's a warning itself).

no pronouns are used in this story and there wasn't any specific races mentioned so everyone can read!! i'll probs do a translation of the phrases i used later👁️👄👁️

There was one thing that was certain about Miguel O’Hara, and that one thing was how private he was about his life. It was no surprise to anyone at headquarters how private he was about his life outside of Spiderman. For all they knew, Miguel practically lives in his office. From the moment they stepped foot into the building, to the moment they walked out, Miguel would be there staring at the screens that were in front of him.

There was something different about today though. Something different about this week. It hadn't been the best week for any of the Spider-people down at headquarters, meaning it definitely wasn't a good week for Miguel. Anomalies were escaping, villains were destroying cities, and Hobie missed a morning debrief again, yet Miguel hasn't blown up yet. Not even a cold icy glare was sent their way.

“This is weird…” Peter mumbled to himself as Mayday crawled up his body, sitting on his shoulders giggling as he watched Miguel talk to Hobie calmly.

Gwen lowered herself down from the ceiling hanging upside down beside him.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

She flips over, landing on her feet effortlessly.

“Doesn't he usually start yelling by this point?” Pavitr asked, following closely behind Gwen.

Peter slowly nods his head, his eyes not leaving the sight in front of him, but widening more when he sees Miguel laugh at something Hobie says.

“Did he just…?” Peter mumbles quietly to himself

“Oh yeah, he did,” Gwen says while grabbing onto Mayday.

“Awe nah,” Miles said, swinging next to them.

“Yall remember when he tried literally killing me?! Ain't no way bros just out here laughing now.”

“Laughing with me too at that,” Hobie said while turning around and watching Miguel leave before facing his friends again with a sly smile.

“You all thinking what I'm thinking?” Hobie asked.

“We go home early?” Peter asked while taking Mayday back from Gwen, placing her in her carrier.

“We kidnap him for questioning-”

“We follow him home-”

“We leave him alone to bathe in his happiness!”

Four pairs of eyes all fall on Pavitr as soon as the words leave his mouth, causing him to nervously clear his throat.

“I’m just saying…maybe it's best if we leave him alone. I mean, do we really want Miguel to be angry and start yelling at us again?”

“I guess we do want Miguel to yell at us.”

Pavitr whispered harshly, earning four loud shushes as they hung off of a random building.

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Miles asked quietly as he put his hands up near his eyes, peering into the window.

“Has to be,” Hobie replied with a smile as he grabbed onto Mayday who was crawling up to the roof.

“We followed him here ourselves!” Gwen exclaimed. “He has to be here.”

Peter gasps and ducks out of your eyesight, pulling down Gwen and Pavitr with him and shushing everyone.

“Oh my god, we should've listened to Pav-”

“Yes, you should have.” Pav cut off with a smile.

“This is someone else’s house!”

Miles whispered as he kept looking at the window, silently thanking the universe for his invisibility powers.

“Miles! Get down already!” Gwen said while looking up at him, but her words go into one of Miles’ ears and out the other as he watches Miguel walk into the home with a familiar scowl on his face.

“Wait! Miguel just walked in.”

Interest peaked from everyone as they all make their way over to the window, peeking inside and gasping when they see you jump into Miguel’s arms

“I don't believe it…” Gwen quietly said to herself.

“Huh, well that's something I didn't expect.” Peter followed.

“Oh, this is great! Miguel is in love with someone! Do you think anyone else knows? What about Jess? Or maybe even-”

Pav’s words are cut short when Mayday starts banging on the window when she sees the large familiar man her father works with. Gasps leave the mouths of everyone when they hear the exchange between you and Miguel.

“Miguel…why is there a baby sticking to our window?”

“Dios mío, pinche Parker…”

Peter feels his heart drop when his last name leaves Miguel’s lips. He reaches up ready to grab his beautiful daughter (and possibly say his last words to her) but grabs onto a chiseled face instead.

“Oi, he's a dead man now, yeah?” Hobie whispers to his friends.

Peter slowly looks up, giggling nervously when he sees Miguel's face in his hands still.

“Parker, let go of my face.”

Peter quickly drops his hands and starts stuttering over his words to explain why he's there with everyone until Miguel holds up a hand to stop him.

“You five,” he said, gesturing to the group. “In the house.”

The group wastes no time as they all swing into Miguel’s house carefully trying not to knock anything over. It's now that they take the time to look around his decorated home, smiling when they see pictures scattered along the wall. The place is nice, it screams Miguel and someone else, they just don't know who yet.

“Parker. Your baby, please.”

Peter looks back over at Miguel who stands perfectly still as Mayday begins to climb over him into the arms of a giggling you.

“She is just adorable! Mira que lindo, Miggy! Don't you just want to eat her up?”

Peter’s heart swells when Mayday giggles at your compliments, his eyes widening a bit when he sees Miguel smile at you.

“Yes, cariño she's cute, but I think she needs to go back with Peter.”

Peter steps forward with his arms out, chuckling when Mayday jumps into them. Miguel turns to face them all, ready to send them back home when he sees the looks on their faces.

“Fine,” he sighs. “Ask away.”

“Are you the reason he’s nicer now?”

“How long has this been going on?!”

“Does he glare at you when you mess up things too?”

“This couch is lovely. I have to know where you got it from.”

You laugh softly as questions are thrown your way a mile a minute. Miguel grumbles to himself as he walks over to the kitchen table, your hand in his as he drags you to sit onto his lap.

“You happier at work now guapo? Hm?”

The team collectively gasps when a pretty rose color makes itself evident across his cheeks as your hands run through his hair, tangling itself with the strands resting on the back of his neck.

“Mi alma...not in front of them.” he quietly whines while hiding his face on your shoulder.

“No way he's blushing right now,” Miles mumbles under his breath to Hobie.

Miguel shoots him a glare, his eyes glowing red as you let out soft coos and bring his head against your chest.

“Yah Miggy, cálmate por favor,”

You look over at the spider people standing around in your living room, getting up from Miguel’s lap and walking over to the fridge.

“Are you guys hungry?” you asked while looking over your shoulder and smiling at them.

“I didn't make enough dinner for all of us but I'm sure I can find something to cook real quick!”

“Amor, they were just leaving-” Miguel starts, but is cut off quickly.

“I could eat some food.”

“I'll take some water if that's okay!”

Peter walks over to Miguel’s food, grabbing a piece of food from his plate and humming in contentment when the flavors melt on his tongue.

“This is amazing! What seasonings did you use?”

Miguel can't even comprehend what's happening as everyone rushes over toward you, stealing your attention away from him. He takes a moment to let everything sink in as his eyes fall on you smiling and laughing while holding Mayday in your arms. His heart swells at the sight in front of him, feeling nothing but happiness at the fact that you get along with people he's grown close to over time. That happy little bubble he's in quickly pops when he sees Peter standing over the stove with Hobie and Miles, eating the food you cooked as if they haven't eaten in years.

“Please, have some. We insist.” Miguel said under his breath, his arms crossing over his chest.

“Fank…you!” Miles said with a mouthful of food. Homie and Peter followed him giving him a thumbs up with a smile.

Miguel takes a deep breath, his hands flying to his face pinching the bridge of his nose as he makes his way over to you while mumbling under his breath.

“No puedo mas, no puedo mas, no puedo mas.”

He smiles as Mayday jumps from your arms into his, his hands finding their way under her tiny arms as he lifts her into the air laughing with her.

“Do you really need your daddy Mayday? I'm sure you can stay with me and mi vida, no?”

Mayday laughs, her hands loudly coming together as she claps, then puts her hand into her mouth when Miguel settles her onto his shoulders.

Peter quickly gulps down the food that was in his mouth as Gwen lets out an awkward chuckle.

“Something tells me we’ve overstayed our welcome…”

Peter nods his head quickly, snatching Mayday off of Miguel and offering you a smile.

“Yeah, we should head out soon, pretty sure MJ is cooking lasagna tonight.”

The rest of the group walked toward the window they entered in, their heads looking over their shoulders waving goodbye to you as they thank you and hope to meet again soon. Miguel wraps his arms around you from behind as he watches them all filter out the room one by one, swinging their way back home.

He sighs and rests his head on your shoulder.

“Everything okay Miggy?” you ask quietly as you reach out behind you to play with his hair.

He nods his head, his arms squeezing you just a bit tighter as he starts to leave kisses where your shoulder and neck meet.

“Just tired cariño, even when I'm away from work I can't escape them.”

You chuckle and turn around to face him, your arms draping around his shoulders as you place a kiss on his cheek.

“They just wanna see what's got you so happy at work now guapo,” you whisper quietly. “They’re your friends and they love you.

Your hands come to rest on his cheeks, your thumbs gently caressing his skin. He leans into your touch, a small scoff leaving his lips.

“They aren't my-”

“They are your friends.” you lean up a bit to gently place a kiss on his lips, smiling when you pull away and watch him follow your lips.

“They're your friends and you love them, Miguel.”

He smiles, placing another kiss on you as his hand tangles itself in your hair, attempting to bring you closer to him.

“Fine,” he mumbles, pulling away with a smile. “They're my friends and I love them, but not as much as I love you.”

Your hands slide down to his chest and grip the shirt he's wearing, bringing him closer to you, ready to get lost in the feeling of him before a voice breaks you both away.

“Awe, we love you too Miguel.”

“Pinche cabrón- Parker! Go home!”

#i thought this was cute #idk man....#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara atsv #miguel o'hara across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #atsv fluff

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seawhcre · 11 months

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hobie: i don’t do labels

rando: miles just called you his boyfriend tho…?

hobie: yea, he does labels and i think he’s cute gotta problem wit that?

#punkflower #i thought this was cute

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azertyrobaz · 4 months

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I'm trying to do this with my glasses, this is really a mistake.

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#pedro pascal #willem dafoe #hollywood walk of fame #patricia arquette #I thought this was cute #my gifs

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sailor-aviator · 7 months

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Dad Jake when he finds out his oldest daughter eloped with Rooster's son.

Oh my god, STOP 😩 A follow up to this.

Warnings: None

"I'm gonna kill'em."

You rolled your eyes as your husband paced back and forth in the living room.

"You are being entirely too calm about this whole situation," he scowled, pausing just long enough to point an accusatory finger at you. You shrugged your shoulders, letting out a heavy sigh.

"What's done is done. It's not like we can change it now."

"Darlin'," he grounded out. "She ran off and got married."

"I'm well aware, Jake," you gritted. "But, again, there's nothing we can do about it now."

"Not if I have anything to say about it."

You heard the sound of a car pull into the driveway, and you fixed your husband with a glare. "Well, you don't. Now play nice, or so help me Seresin, you won't like what I'm going to do."

Jake held his hands up in surrender as you heard the front door open. Moments later, your daughter walks into the living room with a nervous look on his face, pulling a handsome man behind her. He looked just like his father.

"Mama, Daddy," your daughter began.

"You got married?" Jake all but shrieked, cutting your daughter off. "Are you pregnant?"

"What? No!" your daughter cried out, the young man behind her paling at the accusation. "Why would you think that?"

"Well, sweetheart, I can't think of any other reason as to why you would run off and get hitched with a Bradshaw," he snapped.

"Jake," you sighed as your daughter held back tears. You looked at the two before you. "Do you love each other?"

"Yes," your daughter choked out.

"More than anything," the young Bradshaw said, looking at your daughter adoringly. You nodded.

"Then that's that."

Jake spluttered, face turning red. "You can't be serious?"

"Honey, your blood pressure," you began, but Jake ignored you, turning back to look at the younger man. "How does your father feel about all of this?"

The young man rubbed the back of his neck nervously, seeming to choose his next words carefully. "Said I could do a lot worse as far as Seresins go."

"That sonofa-"

"Jake."

#sailor aviator's 100 follower celebration #drabble #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake seresin x you #jake hangman seresin x you #jake hangman seresin imagine #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake seresin fic #top gun hangman #hangman #hangman x reader #hangman imagine #i thought this was cute

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bunnies-n-cats · 2 years

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#they are looking #not mine #cats #kitty #cute things #i thought this was cute #cute kitties #cute cats

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petrovna-zamo · 7 months

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imweepin · 1 year

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vol.189

#artist is #murakami suigun #gothic lolita #lolita fashion #harajuku #magazine #old art #anime girl #i thought this was cute #i love when they do magazine covers #dis pic is 16 yrs old lol #animecore #old anime #corset

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navnae · 1 year

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Whenever Eddie gets really excited his fangs start to show and it’s so hard for him to control it. Steve knows how to keep Eddie calm so no one can see the transformation happen in front of their face. He doesn’t know why but apparently when Eddie’s occupied with chewing gum it easier for him to not show his fangs, so Steve carries gum with him just in case.

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restrictful · 4 months

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🩰🤍

#me #personal #pink #hyper feminine #studyblr #beige #mood #coquette #I thought this was cute #pastel #soft #girly girl #animal crossing #aesthetic

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bloodlustngore · 1 year

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Case File

This one-shot is taken from my Emily Prentiss one-shot book from Wattpad (you can find it under the name kissingprentiss) I’m trying to figure out how masterlists work again so bare with me!

Emily has to finish the final part of the new case file, Emily happily sits up in bed going over the files while she cuddles her wife. Who just wants her to get some rest.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1200

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Emily came home late tonight straight from a case that she'd been on for the passed three days. The moment she got in she wrapped her arms around you and pulled you into the biggest hug and quite a few kisses. You had missed your wife so much and glad to have her home, finally.

Emily hopped into the shower while you put a pizza in the oven for her, it was ten p.m at night but you knew she'd be hungry.

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You had hoped that Emily would've relaxed a bit but she mentioned she had to get this case file report done before tomorrow. Which you understood, considering you do paperwork most of the time at your job other than being a nurse.

Emily had put her reading glasses on, you always teased her about how 'nerdy' she looked but she looked cute in them to. Not to mention the fact you also found that her wearing glasses was extremely attractive. You walked back into the bedroom after the pizza had finished cooking, putting it on a plate and splitting it into fours. Instead of Emily being sat at the desk in the bedroom, she was sat up in bed reading the case files.

Now Emily is usually sat at the desk, going over cases which she usually doesn't want you to see, although it's too late for that now you've been together five years and then married two, so all together seven years, so you knew what came with Emily and that was this job. Not to mention the fact you were targeted by someone dangerous from her past. But that was over a year ago.

Emily looked up from the file and gave you a smile. You placed the plate of pizza on the bedside table next to her side on the bed, which you usually slept on whenever she was away on cases...or that was Sergio' spot on the bed whenever she was gone. Speaking of Sergio the cat, you and Emily needed to pick him up from Penelope's tomorrow.

You were only in lounge wear so you decided to get changed and right in front of your wife. Glancing really quickly to see if Emily was watching as you stripped out of your t-shirt and lounge shorts. The older woman had her eyes on you. Taking off your bra you let it fall to the floor and quickly went to grab a t-shirt from the closet. And of course it had to be one of Emily's. You'd just sleep in your underwear tonight considering it was quite warm.

You turned to see the older woman biting her lip, she smirked at you and gestured you to come and take your place beside her in bed. Crawling up the bed and getting under the covers, you rested your head on your wife's shoulder as she continued to look over the file.

"Em, how aren't you tired" you chuckled. The silver-haired woman turned to face you and placed a quick kiss on your lips. God, you missed her. And all you wanted for her to do was relax. Despite this case being a big one.

"A lot of coffee" Emily chuckles. You roll your eyes and remember a time when Emily had tried to cut back on coffee, but it didn't work out the way she wanted it to, and inevitably started drinking it again.

You buried your head into the crook of Emily's neck, as both of you were still sat up in bed. You were trying to distract the silver-haired woman, but also make sure she's relaxed enough. Emily gasped slightly at the touch of your breath on her neck. But she didn't warn you not to and that she was still technically working.

You placed a gentle kiss to her neck and Emily let out a sigh of relaxation. "Y/n, honey. I'm trying to work" Emily warned. There it was that warning.

"Emily, my love it's very late at night. The case file will still be here in the morning." You added, trying to convince her to get some rest and also cuddle. Which was your main goal. You hated sleeping when Emily was away on a case, when she isn't here to cuddle you or help you sleep. Emily hated that to, and for every time she had to sleep at a hotel during a case, she'd call you or text you until one of you managed to fall asleep.

Emily was about to protest when you all of a sudden sat up onto her lap under the duvet, that was until you surged forward and crashed your lips against hers. Emily couldn't refuse that, she never would. So the older woman kissed back, her hands falling to your waist, trying to pull you impossibly closer, you let out a soft moan when Emily deepened the kiss with her tongue.

As she was about to flip you over to your side of the bed, the case file slipped between both you and her, falling to the floor, some photos of it falling out. Emily was about to get up and pick it up from the floor.

"Nuh uh! We're going to bed, the file will still be there." You protested, pouting at your wife. "Y/n let me pick up the file and put it away first" Emily added, in a very serious tone. Which you found extremely hot.

You sat up in bed again, watching as Emily picked up the case file and put it all back together. Emily had a place for these things that were kept hidden, well sort of. You knew where they were.

"Can we cuddle now?" You asked, pouting at the older woman. Emily nodded her head and gave you a smile, joining you in the bed, taking her reading glasses off and putting them on the bedside table. The two of you got under the covers. Emily wrapped her arms around you protectively. Pulling you into her. A sigh of relief left both hers and your mouths, feeling content cuddling.

"I'm sorry of I seem a bit more frustrated and distant in a way Y/n. It's just this case it's a huge one." Emily whispers.

"It's okay Emmy, I know. I understand so you never need to worry about me never understanding you. This case is a big deal, you will catch this guy even if you do have to go through multiple unsubs to get to him" you mentioned. Emily tucked a few strands of your hair behind your ear, giving you a smile. You smiled back and she placed a kiss to your lips.

"Goodnight my love" Emily says.

"Goodnight Emmy" you replied. You changed over to your other side, Emily wrapping her arm over your stomach again, pulling your back against her chest.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #y/n #lesbian emily prentiss #I thought this was cute #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x y/n #emily is the best wifey

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mjoffic · 4 months

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last minute shopping - eddie munson holiday blurb

I work retail and this popped in my head while refolding a graphic tee table and it's truly just a bunch of fluf and eddie being a cute boi

~ enjoy and happy holidays ~

word count: 1.2k

The holidays. A time focused around family, the reason for the season, cozy sweaters and hot cocoa. Twinkling lights couldn't be missed for miles as every house had some sort of big bulk convenience store decoration. No need for 'frosted windows in a can', oh no, Hawkins was seeing a very white Christmas with snow fall never ending and the chill of the wind cutting through every jacket and parka leaving no survivors behind. The joy was like an electric buzz in the air, only one thing could diminish the feeling.

The Starcourt Mall.

Eddie wasn't the best planner, never had been. Despite this year trying his best to be on top of the holidays he still had yet to get something for Uncle Wayne. With Christmas Day only two days away, it was a scramble for the perfect gift and it was absolute hell trying to get anywhere in the mall.

He could try The Gap? Nah, too pricey.

Maybe a gift certificate to Scoops Ahoy? But when would Wayne ever find the time to use it? He's always working.

Eddie sighed in frustration, running a hand through his mop of curls. He took a moment to look around the area, peeking over the heads of bustling mothers herding their kids to meet Santa, dads sitting on benches with shopping bags galore, teenagers running around the food court with their Orange Julius's sloshing all over the place. This was a nightmare. Slim pickings. Would Wayne be upset over a hand drawn card?

He was near giving up when he spotted Macy's on the far end. It was a department store, and while it seemed busy, it wasn't as congested as the inner workings of the mall. He squeezed his way through and slid through a sliver of space in between two groups of families; one included a mother scolding her husband for losing their credit card, the other group had a child crying over not getting the remote control car on the front table. Eddie pursed his lips, so glad he wasn't in that stage of life just yet.

There seemed to be never ending options for Eddie to look through, he wondered why he hadn't stopped in in the first place. It also made this decision much more difficult. He knew that he would definitely be walking out with something, no doubt, but genuinely the starting point slowly began to stump him and he felt his once eager energy depleting. A three pack of ties? When did Wayne dress up? A mug? Sure, lets add to the hundreds of them adorning the trailer wall. Maybe a fancy glass set? Even if the glasses were on sale, it was definitely out of Eddie's comfort range of spending.

"Well the sign says fifty percent off!"

A screech from an older woman pulled Eddie out of his daze and his attention turned to the scene on his right.

"Ma'am, I understand your frustration, however the sign details specifically to the gift sets. This sweater is on the table, but is signed for thirty percent off."

Eddie shifted his gaze from the woman, red in the face, almost matching her Christmas red sweater, to you. You stood behind a counter, not currently in use to ring up customers, but he noticed a stack of scarves next to you. He assumed you'd been cleaning up. You wore emerald green, very festive, and an elf hat to match. Despite your professional aura, the bell on the end of hat could almost send him into a fit of giggles every time your head even moved an inch.

"I'd be more than happy to show you-" you started, before being interrupted.

"You can show me to your manager! This is false advertising!" the women shouted, drawing a few more eyes into encounter.

"Ma'am, I'll have to ask you to keep from yelling in the store," you responded, face void of emotion. "If you would let me-"

"I'll yell if I want to! This is a free country!"

Eddie watched you take a deep breath, before picking a landline off the counter. You typed quietly while the woman continued her banter. You faked a smile to her before speaking again. "Hi, hey Ron, it's Y/n! Yeah, yeah, doing good, hey listen, would you mind sending security down to gifts? I have a disgruntled customer who refuses to listen. Awesome, thanks so much!"

The womens jaw dropped as you placed the phone back to the receiver, Eddie snickering quietly at this interaction.

"Who do you think you are!" the woman shouted, feigning a hand to her chest dramatically. "Do you know who I am?"

You smiled and shook your head, folding your hands on the counter. "No, ma'am, I don't! However I am the manager of this department and am asking you to remove yourself before security gets here."

The woman stared dumbfounded, slowly backing up from your bubble. Eddie stared in wonder at the interaction, and if he was honestly, completed turned on by your dominance.

"Merry Christmas!" you smiled, waving as the woman moved away from the scene.

Eddie noticed security at the end of the walkway and he shook his head, laughing slightly. Finding the nerve to walk up to you, he leaned softly against the counter and looked to the way in which the Grinch had left. "I think that was better than any of those movies playing in the theater right now."

You looked to him when he had approached, and smirked a bit at his words. "I try. Gotta keep some sort of sanity in this place."

"I get it, it's a madhouse in here," Eddie nodded, giving his best smile before extending his hand. "Eddie."

Your smirk simmered into a smile and you shook his hand back, nodding. "Y/n."

"Well, Y/n, I'm wondering if you might be of some use to me," he said, straightening back up.

"Oh?" you questioned, crossing your arms.

"Yeah, I mean, you are the manager of this department," Eddie said. "I'm in the works for the perfect gift."

"Ah," you nodded, stepping out from around the counter and glancing around your section. "Mom? Sibling? Girlfriend?"

Eddie stifled a laugh and he slowly followed beside you. "Uh, no mom. No siblings. And no girlfriend."

Your face erupted in pink and you stumbled over your words. "Oh, um, I'm sorry, I just assumed-"

"Hey, hey," Eddie grinned. "All good here. I'm shopping for my uncle, wanna try to find him something nice. Not much of a budget but I figured I'd find something on sale."

You felt your panic subside and sat a cool hand against your cheek, the heat subsiding. "Well, I'm sure we can find something perfect for him! Maybe something for you? Doesn't hurt to treat yourself sometimes."

Eddie pursed his lips a little bit and dug his hands in his pockets, following slightly behind you. He watched the way the bell of your hat jingled with every step you took. You arms slightly swayed when you walked, and you barely made a sound when taking a step. He began to notice the little things, and started to quietly thank the stars he'd came into the mall after all.

"I think I already have."

#stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #christmas #xmas #holidays #eddie munson blurb #blurb #managerreader #yeehaw #i thought this was cute

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oceanview15 · 9 months

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Katara: Zuko. There you are, I’ve been looking for you.

Zuko, drunk off of cactus juice: Kataraaaa! Hey, when did you get 4 heads? I wanna kiss them.

#i thought this was cute #zutara #zuko x katara #incorrect quotes #millie x moxxie #source: helluva boss

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inkyteaart · 9 months

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Mochi-Chan (GojoxChubby!Reader)

TAGS

Fluff

Established Relationship

Pet Names

Kissing (w/ tongue)

NSFW suggested (fade to black)

It wasn’t long after getting into your apartment after your date with Gojo that you were bombarded with affection. The moment that door closed he crowded into your space. Hands holding your face, lips kissing your face. Your nose, your cheeks, forehead, anywhere he could deposit a small bit of his love on your skin. Giggles and squeals left you as you grabbed his wrists. Your nose was scrunched up with your grin, smiling so hard you almost couldn’t see.

“‘Toru! Please!” You squealed, pulling his hands from your face so you could escape the onslaught. Instead they moved to your hips, holding gentle but firm, keeping you from backing away from him. Gojo was always affectionate, but behind closed doors it just reached a new level. It was like he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.

“What? I can’t kiss the love of my life?” Always with the dramatics. You were quick to plant a kiss on his lips to shut him up. The dopey grin on his face was well worth it you thought.

Gojo Satoru was hopelessly in love, and with a chaotic schedule, he almost never got to have these nights with you. Nights where he got to give you his full undivided attention, to kiss and hold you. “Don’t deny me my Mochi-chan…” His voice was a dramatic whine, pouting. Pet names. You had heard most every pet name in the world from Gojo, but Mochi had always been his favorite. “My sweet Mochi.” Even behind his shades you could feel his eyes on you, they’d never left your face since the two of you made it home.

“Hey Satoru.” He hummed softly, encouraging you to continue talking. You had to reach up to do it, but you put your arms around his neck. “Why do you like calling me Mochi so much?” There was his grin again, but this time you could swear there was a darker side to it. Mischief. That was only confirmed when he reached up and took those shades off. Vaguely you were aware of him flicking the glasses over to the couch. However you were distracted by the dark pupils that were taking over the beautiful icy blue of his eyes.

That hand returned to your hip, and you could feel how he held firmer to you. How his fingers pressed into your plush hips, pulling you in closer rather than simply holding you still. Your body pressed into his now. “Well…” He started off, finally breaking his gaze from your face to look down where your breasts pressed into his chest. You swore you heard a small little ‘fuck’ leave him. Ever since you’d gotten together he had made a point of telling you how much he loved your body, all of it. There was no room for doubt in this relationship. He loved your chubby body, loved your soft tummy with fat rolls and all. Adored your thick thighs, lined with stretch marks.

“You’re just so sweet.” His face lowered back to yours. Lips close enough apart that when he wet his bottom lip with his tongue, you felt it.

“You’re soft.” His big hands made a point of squeezing your hips quickly. Sensing where this was going, you felt a heat starting in you.

“I can never wait to get my mouth on you.” You swallowed as his voice dropped a little, ending his sentence with a nip at your lower lip before soothing that sting with an all encompassing kiss.

His being took over your entire world with how he held you. His lips were insistent, working against yours. The hands on your hips slid down, cupping the bottom curve of your ass and squeezing. It got a gasp to which he moved in closer. His tongue swiped over yours, coaxing you to play.

His body started moving, pushing you backwards through your apartment. You couldn’t help but laugh into the kiss, clinging to him more for balance. “Satoru wha…” You tried asking what he was doing, but he was unrelenting. Your back hit a wood surface and finally he broke the kiss. Now you were able to glance around, you were in your dark hallway, right outside of your room. His eyes were focused solely on you, and you swore they reflected what little light made it into that hallway. They almost seemed to glow at you in their intensity.

“Now, I want Mochi for dessert. What do you say?” You heard the jostle of the doorknob under his hand, ready to turn at any second.

All you could do was return a breathy “Yes...”

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I was talking with the incredibly kind and wonderful @towez. She wanted a story about 1988 doing laundry and talking about Little Leagues for their kiddo and then I wrote this

It's 2am and their flight back into Chicago was delayed because of the rain. They were stuck on the tarmac for HOURS and Adam ate through all his plane snacks before they even took off.

Jonny had ended up giving Adam his snacks too, which was good for soothing a fussing four-year-old but bad when it turned out the airline had messed up and given his gluten-free meal to someone else. So instead of a cranky hungry four-year-old, Pat had to deal with a cranky hungry almost 40-year-old the rest of the flight.

At least Adam had fallen asleep on the drive home from the airport and had stayed mostly asleep while Jon unbuckled him from the carseat and carried him inside.

Pat agreed to handle the luggage while Jon handled the kid. He’d pulled out their toiletry kits and put them in the bath. He’d plugged Jon’s dead iPad in and ran a baby wipe over it (cleaning off Adam’s sticky finger prints) and dug his kindle out to plug it in too. He found the souvenirs they’d gotten and set those aside. All that’s really left to deal with at this time of night is the laundry.

Pat drags the bags into the laundry room and starts sorting the clothes out. He loves his husband more than life but Jon does not understand how to sort clothes. He still washes reds and whites together and sees no issue at all in that.

The soft, “You could’ve left it” startles Pat. He looks up with a start and Jon smiles. “Keep that head up, Kaner.”

Pat rolls his eyes. “Fuck off, Cap,” he mutters and he unballs up a pair of Paw Patrol socks and tosses them in the basket. “How’d it go

“Out like a light.” Jon digs into one of the bags and starts to help. “Honestly, you could have left it Pat. I’ll get it tomorrow.”

“I know. I got it.” He reaches for Jon’s bag and brushes him away. “I’m just sorting it. Don’t worry. You got the kid. I’ll get the clothes."

“Okay.” Jon smiles to himself as he watches Pat sort their dirty clothes into piles. He hops onto the counter to settle in and watch. The silence between them is comfortable and Jon wonders if this is the moment. He decides that it is.

“So, I was talking to Adam about the fall,” Jon carefully starts.

Pat’s head whips up and his eyes catch Jon’s. They hold for a moment then, very deliberately, he looks back down to zip up his bag and grab Adam’s. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Jon waits a beat. “He wants to try baseball this year.”

Jon watches Pat’s face as he scowls. “Baseball?” Pat echoes. “I thought he wanted to try gymnastics?”

“He did. Does,” Jon concedes. “But then Ryan said he was doing baseball so now Adam wants to do baseball.”

Pat’s scowl deepens. Ryan is fine. Ryan’s parents are not. But, it’s not Pat’s call; it’s Adam’s. “Okay. That’s fine.” But then, “Is it…Will it…” He’s not sure how to phrase it and echoes of his own father stop his tongue.

“It’s a shortened season because of the weather,” Jon answers, understanding immediately. “It’ll be over before hockey starts.”

Pat nods and zips up Adam’s now empty bag. “Good. That’s—does he still…?”

Jon waits a beat but when there’s no more from Pat, “He said he still wants to try hockey too. He just wants to play with Ryan first.”

Pat nods again and then clenches his hands. He doesn’t have any more sorting to occupy himself. He knows Jon already knows, and Adam too, but he still feels the need to add, “I don’t want to push him. Not if he—if he doesn’t want to play hockey, or if he wants to stop or—I just don’t want to push him.”

Jon hops down from the counter. “You aren’t, Pat.” He puts a hand on Pat’s shoulder and looks him in the eye. “You aren’t pushing him at all.”

Glancing away from his husband, “Then why did he tell you he wanted to play baseball,” Pat counters. “Why didn’t he tell me?’’

“Because I was the one who picked him up from Ryan’s before we left and he told me then,” Jon answers. “That’s all it was. He asked me as we were almost out the door and Jen told me she’d send the info. That’s all.” Jon waits from Pat’s gaze to land on him again. “I was just the one who picked him up, Pat. He would have asked you too. He just got to me first.”

Pat nods. He supposes that makes sense. But still, “Okay. But if I ever…”

“I know, Pat.”

“You have to tell me.”

“I will.”

“Promise me.”

“I promise.”

“I meant it,” Pat counters fiercely, his eyes bright.

Jon brings up his hand, spits into it, and holds it out, “Promise.”

Pat recoils. “That’s disgusting.”

Jon’s smirk is quick, “We didn’t all grow up with sisters and pinky promises, Kaner.”

Pat grabs Jon’s wrist and shoves his husband’s hand into his own shirt to wipe off the spit. “At least our promises were sanitary.”

Jon chuckles and pulls Pat in, smiling a kiss into Pat’s temple and bringing a hand up to the nape of his neck. Jon soothes a thumb over the softly curling hair at Pat’s hairline and says softly, “I promise to let you know if you’re ever acting like him.”

Pat lets out a sign and wraps his arms around Jon’s middle. “Thank you.” And then, “Ditto.”

Jon snorts a laugh and pulls Pat in tighter.

The night sinks in around them as they hold each other. The quiet of the house is a soft lullaby, beckoning them to rest. Pat pulls away and reaches for Jon’s hand. “So, tell me about this league,” he says as he pulls Jon out of the room and flicks off the light.

“Jen actually just sent me the link the other day. It seems pretty legit.”

Pat listens intently as he leads Jon through the dark house and up the stairs to their bedroom. He smiles as Jon continues with his research into the team and the league as they dress for bed.

“And Jen said she wasn’t sure which team Ryan was on yet but I really think that we should push to get the boys on Miller’s team. I think that guy’s got the coaching philosophy we need.”

Pat snorts as he pulls down the coverlet and gets into bed. “Coaching philosophy. Really Jon?”

Jon pauses getting into bed himself and stands up straight. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means they’re four, Jon. I don’t know how much coaching philosophy matters at four.”

“What’s that—Pat. You of all people know that these are foundational years in athletic development ad—”

Pat gets up on his knees and quickly moves to cup Jon’s face. He does not want to have this fight with his AHL coach of a husband at 2am after a stupidly long travel day. “I know. I’m sorry”

“—Having the wrong coach in a position like this could impact Adam’s attitude towards sports for—”

“I know,” Pat kisses Jon, fast and hard on the mouth. “I know. I’m sorry. You’re right, I know.”

“I just don’t think that this is something we should take lightly. I mean, we care which teachers he’s getting. This is just as import—”

Pat kisses him again, deeper this time, longer. “It is,” Pat says against Jon’s lips. “It is important. It’s very important. You’re right.” He pulls back to meet Jon’s eyes. “His coach is important. I shouldn't have joked.”

“No,” Jon looks down, he nudges Pat to scoot back so he can get into bed. “You shouldn’t have.”

Pat watches as his husband settles into bed and feels a weight drop in his stomach when Jon turns his back. He settles in close and puts an arm around Jon to pull his back close to Pat’s front. “What’s Miller’s approach?” he asks.

Jon readjusts his pillow. “You don’t want to hear about it.”

“I do.” Pat presses a kiss to Jon’s neck. “Tell me.” He dots the words over Jon’s skin. “Tell me. Please tell me. Jon. I’m sorry. Tell me."

“Fine!” Jon turns over. “I’ll tell you.”

“Good. I want to hear.” Pat settles into his husband’s chest and falls asleep to Jon’s deep voice telling him all about all the research (aka: borderline Facebook stalking) Jon did on all the coaches in the league.

“It’s not stalking, Pat. It’s research. The website wasn't detailed enough. I want to know what other parents were saying.”

#1988 fic #kazer fic #my fic #i thought this was cute #and it spawned a whole little universe lol #kid fic #1988 #1988 and ALE

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