#anyway thank you to the two sweet anons I appreciate it <3

[sociorafe]

CAUGHT RED HANDED — jj.maybank

pairing: jj maybank & fem!reader

summary: keeping your relationship a secret has been pretty easy so far, but when the both of you get carried away one day, it’s hard to defend yourselves when you get caught by fellow pogues.

warnings: making out, marking, dry humping

author’s note: requested by anon, thank you, i had fun writing this! also i just realised that my blog’s aesthetic is rafe and yet somehow i have more jj content lol. oh well. i hope you guys enjoy <3 feedback is appreciated!

taglist: @rafetopia @rvfecamerons @drudyslut @drewstarkeyslut

“Y’know,” you mumble out breathlessly as JJ sucks on the soft skin of your neck. “They could come back any minute.”

You feel JJ smile into his wet kisses, your hands threading into his blonde hair, gently tugging at the roots when he sucks on your sweet spot. He grumbles against your neck.

“What?” You ask, eyes fluttering closed as his lips begin sucking and teeth nibbling. You’re 100% positive that he’ll leave marks and you’re not sure how you’ll explain it to the others. Bad mosquito bite? Maybe a bad reaction to some new lotion? Please, since when did you buy new lotion?

“Jay…” you shift in his lap, your barely covered core rubbing ever so lightly against his crotch. You can feel him through his cargo shorts… so, so, so big. “S-stop. You gotta-gotta stop. Jay, baby. I can’t have you mark me up.”

JJ pulls away with a pop! from your neck. His eyes sparkle as he stares at his handy-work. “And why not? I think I did a pretty good job.”

You roll your eyes, hands sliding out from his hair to rest behind his bare shoulders— his t-shirt thrown somewhere behind you. “You do realise who we’re friends with, right? They literally came up with ‘Pogues don’t mack on other Pogues’. We’re literally breaking that rule and you’re making it obvious.”

JJ hums in thought, “What they won’t know won’t hurt them.”

You suppose he’s right, but still… the others could be back at any moment. They only went out to get some beer and food— a twenty minute errand at the most.

The angel on your shoulder tells you to call it quits before you get caught, but the devil is speaking louder; a few more minutes won’t hurt, in fact, you’ll enjoy this moment a lot more if you kept going.

“Come on,” JJ slides his hands to your hips, gently squeezing the supple flesh as his fingers toy with the waistband of your lacy underwear. “They’ll be arguing over what food to buy anyway, we have plenty of time.”

And with that, it seems he’s convinced you to keep going.

JJ smiles up at you before capturing your lips against his. You turn your head slightly to deepen the kiss and a rogue moan echoes in your throat as you feel his cock twitch beneath you. It feels like torture not having him inside you, so the next best thing is to grind against him until your body feels like putty.

Your hips move slowly at first, feeling the thickness of him through his shorts drives you crazy and you open your mouth slightly to allow JJ to slide his tongue in. You drop a hand from his shoulder to trail down his chest and torso, your own stomach tensing when you feel the hard muscles underneath your fingertips.

JJ pulls away briefly, allowing the two of you to catch your breath; his lips turning red from the force of his kisses.

“Look at you, baby.” He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip as he watches you grind against his erection. It takes everything in him not to flip you over and make you cry out his name. “Could watch you all day—“

His words get cut off by a loud slam.

You stop your movements abruptly, heart hammering in your chest. “What was that?”

Another loud slam and muffled voices now reach your ears. “Fuck! They’re back!” You push off JJ in lightning speed, your head snapping in every direction to find your shorts. “Where the fuck are my shorts?!”

JJ scrambles up from the sofa, diving towards his strewn t-shirt lying on the floor near your feet. His eyes practically bulge out of his head as he tries and helps you find your shorts but for some fucking reason they’ve vanished.

“Now is not the time for things to go missing. Where are they?” You hiss at him. Your heart is beating erratically in your chest.

“I don’t know!” JJ is picking cushions up, books up, pieces of furniture and your shorts are still nowhere to be found. “Look, hey. Just sit on the sofa, put a pillow on your lap and pretend to look comfy. I’ll sit over here and just… sit.”

You freak out at his idea but drop down on the sofa when several footsteps sound from down the hall.

“Hey, we got so much food. Kie and John B didn’t know what to get so… uhhh what’s going on?” Pope looks between you and JJ, one hand on the back of the sofa as he studies the two of you.

Sarah moves into the room next, her eyes landing on your face before swivelling to JJ’s and squinting at his hair. “What’s up with your hair, JJ?”

JJ swipes at his hair until he thinks it looks normal again. It does not.

John B and Kie file in next, the bag of food drops from Kie’s hand and she tries not to laugh. Whereas John B is holding a box crate of beer and if he dares to drop it you know you’ll get the blame for causing a distraction.

“What the hell did you two do?” Kie always figures things out first. “And don’t lie. It’s obvious you two did something. Spill.”

You look over at JJ and he shakes his head. “Nothing. We were just talking the whole time you guys were out.”

You wince at his poor excuse but from the way Pope shrugs his shoulders you think you’ve gotten away with it.

“Yeah, I’m not buying that.” Sarah says, arms folding over her chest. “I mean, if you two were just talking, then why is JJ’s shirt inside out and Y/N, why are your shorts hanging off the back of the couch?”

“Oh.” Is all you have to say. Well. That’s that then. Relationship exposed or whatever.

“Yeah, I’m not dealing with this.” John B turns on his heels and walks back outside with the beer, Pope just nods and follows him. Kie and Sarah give each other a knowing look.

“Pogues don’t mack on other pogues, remember?” Kie says, her head tilting at you but her smile says she’s not even remotely bothered. “Just don’t do it on the sofa next time, we gotta sit there.”

You and JJ nod your heads so quickly you feel as if they’re going to fall off. You both watch Kie leave the room, Sarah trailing behind so slowly but stops just before she’s out of sight. She leans against the wall and points to your neck, “Nice work, JJ, but Y/N you got to cover that up.” Her voice is soft, low, almost as if she doesn’t want the others hearing so you don’t get even more embarrassed. “I’ve got some makeup in John B’s room, use some of that.”

You nod your head, mouthing thank you. Once she’s gone back outside, you stand from the sofa and make your way over to JJ. You slap him on the back of his head. “Ow! What was that for?” He’s rubbing the spot you hit him on.

You stalk out of the room. “That’s for marking me up, dingbat.”

“I love you, though!” He calls from the living room.

“Yeah whatever.” You shout back from John B’s room. “I love you, too.”

Copyright to @sociorafe 2023.

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[ev3rgreenxtrees]

Sir.Cuddlesworth

M.S

Synopsis: Back at the triplets’ Boston house, you tend to cuddle with Trevor, the boys’ dog, more often than you do with your boyfriend Matt. So, you decide to be a sweetheart and led him your favorite shark stuffed animal, Sir.Cuddlesworth.

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Fem!reader

Warnings: None! just fluff <3

A/N: This was requested, but tumblr decided to be a bitch and delete the request, but here it is anyways! The req was “Trevor steals you from Matt” from anon! Thank you🤍

“Trevor!” You squealed, looking from the couch, at the dog. The dog stopped in his tracks, before looking at you, his tail wagging.

You came to Boston with your boyfriend and his brothers. You had been friends with the boys for as long as you could remember, you were even so close, that you moved to L.A. with them. Nate was offered too, of course, but the boy decided he’d stay in his hometown. It was a regular thing that you’d come back to Massachusetts with the boys, to see your mutual best friend, Nate, the triplets parents, and of course your parents.

You had been dating Matt for the past two years, and everything was going perfectly. You couldn’t deny your feelings for the boy, nor could he deny his for you. You were understandably scared to start the relationship between you two, in fear if you ever broke up that it would ruin your friendship with him and his brothers, but that didn’t seem to be something you would have to worry about. You didn’t plan on breaking up with Matt anytime soon, and he felt the same way towards you,

“No, baby-“ Matt mumbled, his grip around your waist tightening, as you attempted to squirm out of his grasp to get to the dog. “Stay.” Matt firmly spoke, but he knew you wouldn’t listen regardless.

You finally got out of his grip, and you rushed to the floor, Trevor immediately running up to you. He ran into your lap, and Matt let out a pouty groan, as he flipped his body to face the couch, in attempts for you to feel bad for him. You, however, knowing the boy was doing this to be silly, decided to stay with Trevor.

“Hi, Trev! I missed you!” You cooed, and Matt let out another groan, louder than the last. “Matt, hush!” You demanded, and he huffed. You looked down at the dog in your lap, before standing up, holding Trevor in your arms. You made your way up the stairs of the house, as you went into Matt’s childhood bedroom.

You knelt down in front of your still packed suitcase, and pulled out a stuffed animal you brought with you everywhere, Mr.Cuddlesworth. The stuffed animal was a Great White Shark, a fuzzy material that was soft on your skin, the white on the belly turning a slight grey due to its old age.

You took the stuffed animal in your arms, before standing up and walking back downstairs, making sure Trevor was walking close behind you.

You made it back to the couch downstairs, seeing Matt exactly where you left him.

“Baby?” You called out, and he turned around, facing you. “Here.” You smiled, handing him your shark.

“Sir.Cuddlesworth? Whats this for?” He asked confused. You sat back down on the floor, and Trevor crawls back into your lap.

“Now we both have a cuddle buddy.” You smiled brightly.

“Awwwe! You’re so adorable,” Matt chuckled, placing a kiss on the top of your head, and you let out a small giggle. “Thanks for Sir.Cuddlesworth. I’m so grateful to be blessed upon him.” Matt holds the shark up next to him, inhaling your scent.

『 ↳✧･ﾟ Finn yaps❕ ;

Yes, this was supposed to be a short :3 I wanted this one to be short and sweet. <3

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[ventismacchiato]

42 behind the lens — curtain call !

epilogue

scaramouche x gender neutral reader

It’s at the times between recording scenes where you really get a glimpse at your lover.

His sweat stained hair and tear stained cheeks from a rather intense scene never get old. You were feeling rather fond as he made his way over to you, falling into your director’s chair and heaving a heavy breath. The only one other than you allowed to sit in it.

For a mere moment, you both simply look at each other. You guys were on break so a few conversation topics come to mind, it wasn’t often you guys got to speak as lovers rather than coworkers during work. And while they’re all things you’d like to talk to Scaramouche about, you realize you don’t need to force conversation with him.

There’s a hue of weariness that shows in Scara’s eyes, but you can tell that he’s happy. He’s doing what he’s been striving to do for all his years at university, so of course he is.

You search his dark eyes for his thoughts, too. When your eyes meet Scara’s he let’s out a tired smile.

“I missed you,” he easily says. The words come out easier than they would’ve years ago.

Your heart skips a beat, even years later.

“How? We’ve been working together all day,” you say.

“Do I need a reason to miss the person I love?” Scara scoffs, looking away from you to study the script he brought with him.

It isn’t the first time Scaramouche had told you that he loves you, but it’s never stopped holding the same weight it did the first time he’d ever said it.

It’s a rare type of love. The kind that exists so rarely for people in this industry and that lead lives similar to your guys’.

His loves makes you feel alive everyday. And Scara should know it, you should tell him more often—even if it’s rather dramatic for midday on set for their most recent project. It’s something you’d bring up at night that you two could laugh about in bed. Even if it catches Scara off guard.

But Scaramouche’s love caught you off guard, too, and every second you got the privilege to spend with him was a gift.

And as you stare at him, fiddling with the sleeves of his costume and eyebrows scrunched as he mouths his lines, you couldn’t help but feel your heart grow heavy.

“I suppose you don’t,” you reply, a minute too late, but Scara still chuckles at your response as he tosses the script aside.

“What? You’re not going to say it back?” he teases, “And I thought I was the emotionally constipated one.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you mutter, hitting him on the shoulder, “I love you, too. I guess.”

“Archons, you’re worse than me.”

“No, you were much worse when we were younger!”

“It was hot and mysterious when I did it.”

“Uh huh, just go back to set I’m sick of you.”

“Weird way to say you agree but okay.”

“Go!”

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୨⎯ THE END ⎯୧

behind the lens !

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author’s notes — and that’s a wrap folks! hope the ending wasn’t awkward i just wanted it to be short and sweet. anyway, thank u to everyone who read and kept up with this fic, means a lot to me that this blew up as it was smth i wrote for myself. if ur rereading this or are a reader in the future ty to you too! i appreciate the silent readers, anons, and ppl who left me sm cute comments and reblogs. u guys made writing it more fun and easier to ignore the not so nice ppl. i cant reply to everyone but just know i do read every ask and comment i get! i do hope to see u guys in my notifs in the future even if i don’t write for genshin anymore, but if not then i’m glad you gave my writing a chance <3 have a great day/night byebye

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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[wol-fica]

-𝕤ℍ𝕖’𝕊 𝕛𝕌𝕤𝕋 𝔸 𝕗ℝ𝕚𝔼𝕟𝔻-

pairings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - You and Jenna are on the phone when a lil slip up happens with a coworker teehee

warnings - jokish angst, mostly fluff, pissy jenna

an - just gonna say this was such a sweet request (you know who you are anon <3 )

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“And then I literally got a shotgun to the face!” Jenna exclaimed to you over the phone as the two of you laughed about her death scene in X.

It was around 1:00 for you but, being in New Zealand, it was 8:00 in the morning for your girlfriend. She had woken up early to catch you on your lunch break so you could talk. She had filming today but wouldn’t be going for another 4 hours or so, so you enjoyed your lunch while she ate her breakfast.

“That’s crazy, and honestly lame.” You quipped before taking a bite of your salad.

“Yeah, I wish I would have had a chance to live longer or even survive, but it’s not a big deal.” 

You hummed while chewing, scrolling through photos of your partner as you ate. Jenna was undoubtedly gorgeous, yet so composed and well-rounded. The two of you had met through one of her co-stars; they had set you up for a blind date hoping that you would hit it off with each other. 

Now here you are a year and a half later, dating one of the most iconic actresses of your generation. Crazy isn’t it?

“Anyways, enough about me. What’s been going on with my favorite girl?” Jenna asked, her voice muffled as if she was chewing.

You opened your mouth to answer, but was interrupted by your coworker Abby.

“Hey Y/N! I brought you those papers you wanted.” Abby said, setting down a large stack of files.

“Thanks Abs, I appreciate it.” You replied as you pushed your salad to the side.

Abby noticed the phone against your ear and gasped, throwing a hand to her mouth.

“Oh, are you on the phone with someone?” 

You looked up, pausing mid sentence as you were yacking away to Jenna. Abby had the look of curiosity mixed with confusion in her eyes, and you didn’t know how to respond to her question. Being in rush, like you always were, you thought of the best thing to say.

“Yeah, just talking to my friend Jenna.” You stated with a bland voice.

“Ah okay! Have a good lunch then!” Abby said before cheerily walking out of the room.

You watched her go before replying to Jenna, “Sorry about that, what was I saying before?”

Silence came from the other end of your phone which caused you to pull your phone off of your ear and look to see if you had accidentally hung up. You didn’t, so you were concerned about why you weren’t getting a response.

“Babe?” You asked again, now paying full attention to your phone.

“I’m your friend?” 

You winced at the harshness of her tone, leaning away from your phone slightly.

“I mean, yeah. You are more like my best friend.”

“But not your girlfriend.” Jenna deadpanned.

Suddenly it clicked for you, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at her.

“No, you are my girlfriend too.” You said, smiling at her jealousy.

“Clearly not as you just flirted with Gabby and said that I was your friend.” She growled as water from a sink ran in the background.

“First of all, her name is Abby. Second of all, I wasn’t flirting.” You explained, rolling your eyes, “You know I only have eyes for you.”

“Yeah? Then give aAbBy the phone and let me tell her that you are very much taken.” Jenna snarled, smoke practically coming out of your speaker.

“Mmm, maybe another day. I wanna keep arguing with you.” 

“Why?! So you can piss me off more?”

“Nah, it’s just hot when you get jealous.” 

“Y/N!!”

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[sweet-as-an-angel]

HIIII!!!!‼️‼️‼️‼️🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

I haven’t been on lately, I have some other questions too but genuinely I just want to get this out of the way because I genuinely want him so bad😭😭

So, it was my birthday yesterday and I’m just gonna be honest man, it was not good. I’m twenty now but it just feels weird?? Like I don’t know what’s happening?? I barely even celebrated, I wasn’t given the chance.

So how would Dominic be on his beloved’s birthday?? Would he do anything special?? Throw them a party with gifts?? Just genuinely anything his strange ass would do??

It can be taken as SFW, NSFW, or both!! It doesn’t matter to me🫶🫶

I hope you are doing good and all is well!! :]]

Oh also, would you ever consider writing anything for Hotch from criminal minds?? I’ve had the most INSANE crush on that man for years now, i’m just genuinely curious.

-🦝

Hello there, my Sweet 🦝 Anon ! Happy (late) birthday <3 ! I understand how difficult life can feel when you're thrown from one life stage into another, but I would like you to know this: everyone develops at their own pace. Everybody takes different amounts of time to acclimatise to new situations, so don't feel the need to rush into adulthood and its many daunting expectations ^^.

As for your birthday celebrations, I do hope you'll get the chance to fully indulge in them on your next birthday. But don't feel like you need to wait until then, my Sweet ! Celebrate whenever you want to because every day is a blessing; you don't need an excuse to pull out the festivities to mark the passing of another year, my Dear <3 !

Also, yes, I absolutely WOULD consider writing for Hotch - I have a monster crush on him, too ^^

As for Dominic:

TW: Manipulation, Vague Implication of Suggestive Material, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except 'You'.

♡ You just KNOW Dominic's going to use this special occasion to: a.) make it all about him (and his crippling saviour complex), and b.) spoil you silly.

♡ He organises a surprise party for you. Has a failsafe in case you hate it - to pin the whole affair on Marilyn, accrediting her for this wonderful party - despite inviting an optimal number of guests to keep you within the zone of relative comfort; not too many to lose yourself in, but enough where you can retreat with ease.

♡ At the first sign of discomfort, he's absolutely going to swoop in like the self-perceived hero he is and take you somewhere quiet, somewhere where you can open up to him, thank him for rescuing you from the stuffy atmosphere of the party, etc.

♡ Just stroke his ego, basically.

♡ He knows he needs to buy something inconspicuous enough that you, your family and Marilyn won't feel uncomfortable with him giving such a luxe gift. but it also needs to be extravagant and personal enough that you'll appreciate it.

♡ He'll settle on something the two of you discussed in private - something borderline utilitarian so it doesn't end up a decorative paperweight.

♡ An article of clothing, an ornate lighter, a novel so rare its publication is believed to be a myth; those sorts of things. Items that carry weight - both physical and emotional. But things you could never afford yourself.

♡ Objects that will indebt you to Dominic. Even if your birthday is supposed to be one of the few times of the year where you can receive gifts without feeling the need to repay those who give you them.

♡ Dominic can't extinguish the prickle of his ego swelling as you approach him after everyone's splintered off into their groups, thanking him profusely for your gift before asking him with a soft smile when his birthday is, what he'd like, and...how did he know it was your birthday, anyway?

♡ He smiles.

♡ "I know everything that happens in this neighbourhood," he tells you. A lock of hair slips before your eyes. He tucks it behind your ear. Can't have your saintly view of him obscured now, can he?

♡ "It'd hardly do if I didn't know when my favourite neighbour's birthday was, would it?"

♡ You figured he could've gotten that information from absolutely anyone.

♡ And he'll let you keep believing that fantasy for as long as he needs. Especially since seeing you with your beloved birthday gift fills him with a makeshift warmth that he believes is love.

♡ Dominic has never truly cared for birthdays - both his own and those of others - but for the first time in his life, he can't wait to see what you get for him. What little surprise or favour he can pull from you when it's just the two of you alone.

♡ And trust, he'll do everything in his power to make sure you're more than willing to bend over backwards for his thanks by his next birthday.

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[thejujvtsupost]

hiiii, i just wanna say i love your writing!

is it okay if i request a Gojo fluff of him coming out of the Prison Realm and seeing Y/N? a lil bit of angst and a lot of fluff if you please.

thank you!

have a cookie 🍪

and a lil bit of love <3

byee

-anon :)

The Return

Hi anon! You’re so sweet 🥺💗 here’s a cookie for you too! 🍪 hope you don’t mind but I also added some Nobara copium since her dreaded episode comes out this week. She deserved better tbh.

Notes: F!reader, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, Gojo needs a hug and gets one. Just something extra fluffy for the copium we all need. Also since Nobara’s status is technically ‘unknown’ I decided she’s in a coma for the foreseeable future to make myself feel better. 🤗 I also didn’t know how to end it because I had too many ideas.

He looked like a mess.

You, Shoko and Yaga were the only ones unsealing Gojo, you had no idea what he was going to be like and all the kids had been through more than enough. If something tragic happened, they didn’t need to see it.

The way looked at you, some meters away from where he was unsealed, broke your heart. “Baby?” His scratchy voice was barely audible, likely dehydrated.

His hair was in complete disarray, dirt, dry blood and filth all over him, clothes hanging off of his frame- he clearly lost some weight. He’d been through hell.

None of that deterred you from immediately running into his arms, kissing his cheek and clutching his body close, tight but trying to be mindful of his frailty. His reverse curse technique could heal injuries, but it couldn’t sustain him alone. Especially not for over two weeks.

“God ‘toru never scare me like that again!” You were choked up and overwhelmed. “Are you okay? Of course you’re not- you need water and a fucking meal.”

A look over from Shoko while informing him of the lives lost went by in a blur for you both. You could tell he was having a hard time processing everything. “Nanami? Really? And Nobara’s in a coma?” He refused IV fluids so you were nearly drowning him with water he had to drink. As soon as you got him home he’d eat too.

His sadness was palpable when it was confirmed. “I always thought he’d be able to live through anything…”

“He died protecting Yuuji, Maki, Megumi and the others. He fought bravely til the end. Unfortunately Yuuji saw it happen, he’s been… struggling… but he’s very resilient.” You squeezed his hand and he squeezed it back- the best he could anyway. He was shaky and weak from the toll on his body.

Getting him home was a relief. You got him sat comfortably on the couch, still in dirty clothes (minus his uniform jacket you helped him out of) but you’d deal with that after he ate. You hated the grunts of pain exiting his lips from the ache in his muscles.

“Relax as best you can, I have some leftover chicken takeout I’m gonna heat up and I’ll be back.”

He caught your wrist in a panic. “Don’t leave- need to know you’re real. ‘Haven’t even properly kissed me yet.” He brought some humor and a smile into the room like always, you appreciated that about him no matter how weak it was this time. Even in the darkest moments he made you laugh with his charm.

“My apologies.” You leaned down with a giggle and kissed him gently.

Being alone was painful for anyone, and for Gojo, where he couldn’t even keep track of time, it was agony. He would dream, or perhaps hallucinate about you only for you to disappear when he wanted to touch you. Agony.

Pulling away from him after so long was difficult too. “I’ll just be a few minutes, I promise.”

Gojo let you leave and you talked to him from your place in the kitchen. He never valued being able to see the kitchen from the living room so much until this moment.

You made sure he ate as much as he could before pulling him to the bathroom connected to your room. A shower was next on the list and you had a feeling you’d end up in there with him. He needed some help but he disguised it as being needier than necessary (he was naturally needy and affectionate with you anyway.)

“Turn and lean down a little, you’re a billion meters tall and I can’t reach your hair” he complied and bantered with you lovingly. Not to his usual standards, but you didn’t care about anything other than him being right there under your fingertips. He was real, his voice was real.

And when he finally broke down, his head on your shoulder and arms around you, he couldn’t stop. He sobbed the ugliest of cries that ripped through your own heart and you didn’t stop him, didn’t shush him, just kissed the side of his head and rubbed his back. Encouraging him to let it out. It was a matter of time before his emotions caught up to him.

You spent more time holding him than washing him. Happily.

The water eventually ran clear and sobs turned to sniffles. Only then did you turn it off and help him out with the mutual understanding that his heart needs time to heal before he can talk about the tragedies he let out in the shower.

And finally, getting into bed and cuddling close, he had a death grip around you.

“I missed you so, so much Satoru. Don’t ever do that to me again or I’ll kill you.”

“I missed you too doll, you have no idea how bad I needed to see you and just feel you.” He kissed you just as sweetly as he did gently.

Falling asleep without tears for the first time in weeks, exchanging quiet words of love, was bliss.

A miracle, actually.

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[goldustwomun]

bruises (m.m.)

pairing: matt murdock x gf! reader

summary: matt comes home, battered and bruised. you take care of him, like you always do, but he asks for something more, just this once.

warnings: mentions of injury; some angst because... of course; fluff as well because matty boy is whipped with r; loving, soothing, we want matt murdock to be happy!!; some self-deprecating thoughts by matt, but those are remedied!; this is short but sweet <3 (also unedited, lol sorry i’m sleeping x)

wc: 2.1k+

note: my first matt fix and agh, i loved writing it, i love matt!!!! thank you to this sweetheart of an anon that requested this :)) always down to hear anyone and everyone’s thoughts (or thots lmao) about my favourite devil 

He should’ve been back already. The clock was nearing four in the morning, and you could already hear the incessant beeping of the garbage truck making its daily round down your street. 

But this was what he did, what he had to do – at least that’s what you reminded yourself, over and over, whenever your heart dropped too low for your liking.

Matt Murdock had a knack for making you worry, and though you always got that sudden urge to scream, shout, push him into a room and lock the door forever – anything to keep him safe from the outside world that was always out for him, one way or another; you knew you couldn’t keep him from himself. It was his guilty conscience and wounded soul that forced him into the suit every night, fighting whatever monster the streets threw his way, and you could do nothing but kiss him before he left and wait for him to return. 

There was a crash in the living room. You cursed your past self for placing the new picture frame you’d bought – your favourite photo of you and Matt encased inside its ornate borders – right by the window sill. Matt was an expert at orienting his way around a room, especially one as familiar as your apartment, but sometimes (more than you’d like to admit) he came back with a few too many chips in his armour.

You were waiting for the day, silently praying it never came but you prepared yourself anyway, when those endless cracks finally met, causing the entirety of him – of Matt – to collapse into himself. It scared you shitless, how could it not? Watching the man you loved get pulled apart by otherworldly horrors; come home battered, bruised, for a city that never truly appreciated all he sacrificed – it was a kind of physical, visceral ache you could never truly describe. 

“Fucking– fuck!”

You scrambled to shove your feet into your slippers, shivering against the cool air that invaded the apartment from the window you’d left open for him. Matt stood, hands clenched into fists, clad in a stark but somehow faded crimson. You always moaned about how the colour made it hard to easily identify any blood and injuries on him, and Matt had insisted it was for the best because “--you already worry too much, sweetheart.”

“Matty?” you called out gently, driving your feet into the wooden floors loud enough for him to pinpoint your location. 

“Why are you up?” he asked, though you could hear the scolding tone in his voice from miles away. It was when you got closer, until you were right in front of him with only the broken shards of glass separating the two of you, that you noticed the bleeding gash down the right side of his face. 

“Your face– Jesus Christ, Matt.” You used the toe of your slippers to push the dispersed glass to the side, setting a mental reminder to clean the mess up properly once you’d had a chance to look at your injured idiot of a boyfriend. He stayed quiet, knowing he could say nothing to stop you from worrying. 

And he could hear, could feel how your heart was racing, like you’d run a marathon or watched those scary movies that always kept you up at night – but, he thinks, those would be easier than this. Than him. 

So he stayed quiet, knowing better than to argue with you when you got like this – highly alert to every one of his responses, no matter how imperceptible or minute. Sometimes, he wondered if you’d also survived some freak accident and come in contact with hazardous materials, because your ability to sense everything about him often rivalled his own exceptional abilities.

But it wasn’t an accident or extraordinary powers that you had, he’d have to remind himself. It was love. 

You loved him so fully, deeply, generously – the kind of all-consuming love he’d never even considered could be his. Until you.

“Did you eat?” he asked quietly as you led him into the bathroom, pushing the cover down on the toilet and sitting him on it. The impressionistic painting he usually viewed the world through was messier than normal, a few more smudges and dark spots – like someone had dropped a bottle of ink across a canvas – so he could only vaguely listen to your practised movements.

You didn’t respond, so he cleared his throat, whispered your name pleadingly into the suffocating silence. 

“Not now Matt.” He sighed, eyes flickering shut as he slumped back, head resting against the tiles. “I’m going to clean up your wound, then you’re going to get into the shower while I make you something to eat– then we can talk, okay?” Your words were strained but steady, like you were fighting back the anger you so desperately wanted to hurtle his way.

He nodded, unsure if you were even watching him, but grateful for you and your comforting presence and anchoring voice. 

Matt felt your delicate fingers tilt his face to the side, exposing the wound dangerously close to his ear. He felt hopeless, like an ant trying to escape an imminent watery grave. Despite having only injured his right ear, he could feel the tight grasp he had on reality slipping too fast through his fingers. 

He was grappling in the dark for something solid, something to hold onto instead while his senses rested, healed, caught up with the world around him– and before he could truly spiral out of control, you kissed him, delicate and warm, on his forehead. 

“You’ll be fine, Matty, just let me take care of you,” you reassured him, squeezing his shoulder extra hard as you wiped the alcohol-soaked cotton bud across his cheekbones. 

“Okay,” was all he could manage, choking on emotions he couldn’t decipher, not when he was still drenched in blood and floating, or drowning, he wasn’t sure.

It didn’t take long for you to disinfect his wound, clean the blood staining the skin of his cheeks, jaw, down his straining neck. 

You helped him into the shower, knowing that after particularly difficult nights (which you were starting to think this night was), he needed some time to himself, to analyse his feelings, and unscramble the puzzle pieces until the picture was complete. While Matt showered, you returned to the living room, broom in hand as you sweeped the glass into the trash, bending down to pick up the photo that had been in the frame. 

It was from your first few months together, on a seemingly ordinary day when you’d gone to Josie’s to meet Karen and Foggy. Of course, Foggy had something unintentionally hilarious and you laughed so hard, your face had flushed a dull red and you’d knocked over your drink into Matt’s lap.

He hadn’t even noticed, too busy enraptured by the sound of your laughter. He would tell you, later on, when things were getting muddy and you were on the precipice of giving in, letting Matt go even though it was the last thing you’d ever want to do. To your surprise, to everyone’s surprise, really, as Matt was ever the self-sacrificing, tortured saint – but he fought for you, begged you to stay in an entirely feverish, manic manner. 

Matt explained how, that night at Josie’s, he’d promised himself that every night, he would go out into Hell’s Kitchen, and every win, every lose, every brutal beating, every far and few night he’d return unscathed – they were all so he could hear you laugh like that again. 

He wasn’t always the most vocal about his feelings. Early on in your relationship, you never knew when he was hurting, worried, angry, sure, but even the moments of joy, excitement, love– you were never sure how he felt. But he’d learnt to share them, would lie in bed with you and whisper three good things that happened to him that day, and two not so good (always more good than not).

You heard him now, calling your name from the bathroom. Like shining a light on his emotions, Matt was also learning to ask for help. He didn’t have a choice in that matter, at least. When it came to nursing him back to relative health, you’d burrow your way past whatever bravado he was exuding and force him to accept your willing, insisting, hand. 

“All done?” you asked over the pour of water, reaching past him to turn the shower off. He nodded silently, gripping the wet tiles and waiting, patiently, for you to wrap a towel around his waist. You held onto his arm, guiding him to the bedroom. 

“Your clothes are right here,” you handed them to him – black briefs for him to sleep in, “and I’m just going to go make up a plate for you.” 

He smirked at you, and you couldn’t tell if he was masquerading his true feelings or was genuinely back to his cheeky-self. “Clothes? You only handed me briefs?” he pointed out. 

Even with his senses scattered, he knew, simply from past experience, that you were glaring at him. “Ha– Ha– Ever the jokester,” you noted sarcastically, pulling the gauze from your bedside table to wrap up the exposed wound so it wouldn’t get infected. Matt flinched, not expecting for your touch to be so gentle after he’d teased you.

But he wasn’t exactly in a state where that teasing could lead elsewhere, and while you were ordering him to get into bed, it wasn’t for whatever context those words were usually heard in. 

“I’ve got to have my fun as well,” you tacked on at the end as you left the room. Matt smiled at himself, letting the towel drop so he could shimmy his briefs up his thighs. He did as you asked, sliding under the silk covers.

It was when he laid down, melted into the sheets and surrounded by the smell of you – jasmine from your soap, sunshine, parchment – that the pain returned, tenfold. That familiar pricking in his chest, like someone was stabbing a needle into his already struggling heart, over and over again. He’d tried to explain it once, and you couldn’t figure out a logical, medical solution to the peculiar pains of his. 

Matt had to explain that while the pain wasn’t physical, it wasn’t something modern medicine could fix. It was far deeper, darker, dirtier – he was caked in thick layers of inexplicable aches and agonies, and while some might have turned to something harder, easier to hide beneath (and he definitely partook in those indulgences when you were nowhere to be found), he quickly realised that the softness of your arms were enough. 

They were the only medicine he’d ever need – you’d slapped his chest when he’d used that line to avoid going to the emergency room after a particularly jarring bullet wound too close to his lungs. 

He called out your name, fingers ghosting over the empty side of your bed. He could feel the residual heat of your body there, from when you’d been sleeping before he’d crashed back into your shared home. 

You came rushing in, a plate of lightly seasoned, roasted potatoes wobbling in your hands. (strong flavours left him reeling for hours so he avoided them when he could). “What’s wrong? Are you in pain? Should I call the doc–”

“No– no, sweetheart. I just want you to come to bed,” he confessed hesitantly, unsure of himself suddenly as he played with the corner of the sheets. 

You sighed in relief immediately, abandoning the plate of food on top of the dresser – he never ate it anyway, somehow forcing whatever delicacy you’d conjured up into your mouth, instead. “Yeah, Matty, I can do that.” 

Tugging back the blanket, you slipped in next to him, Matt wasting no time in curling into your side, relishing in the heat and security that emanated from you, the kind he could get lost in if he wasn’t careful. It took everything in him to coerce his body to loosen in your hold, ease away the tension that threatened to keep him up. 

“Can I get you anything?” you whispered into his hair, tracing lazy patterns into the skin of his upper arm with one hand, while the other brushed back and forth, at the spot right under his ear that would have him liquefy completely. 

His head was tucked against your chest, intact ear listening close to the muted thump of your heartbeat. He counted every inhale, exhale, breath you took – he couldn’t rest until he knew you were alright, knew he hadn’t pushed you close to that precipice once again. 

“Hold me, please,” was all he said. He felt your heart skip a beat, but on the outside, you only kissed his forehead, touch soothing him into a somewhat undisturbed sleep, the first he’d had all week. 

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[katcoquette]

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Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x wife!Reader

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summary: requested by anon! you're worried your husband might miss the birth of your first baby, but instead you get a sweet reunion after months apart.

★ word count: 1.4k

★ tw: pregnancy

★ author's note: idk if I even want children but I would for this man & this was such a cute request thank you <;3

You hadn’t seen your husband in months.

Although it wasn’t unusual for him to be on assignment for months at a time, you were usually allowed to go with him- he’d spend weeks training, still coming home to you every night, and you’d only be apart for a few days when the actual mission was taking place- but this time was different.

He’d told you it was highly classified, and he was being forced to leave a three-month pregnant (and extremely upset) you at home.

The details were sparse, the time frame vague, and you hadn’t been able to talk to him more than a handful of times in the four months he’d already been gone.

To say you were miserable would be an understatement- you were hormonal, worried, scared, and you missed him more than anything. On particularly hard days, you’d spend hours feeling sorry for yourself, cursing the navy for forcing your husband to miss out on so many of your firsts.

Your first child, your first pregnancy, finding out the sex of your baby (which was sitting in an envelope in your nightstand- you refused to do that without him), and several other firsts you’d wished he could be there for.

You were in the middle of one of these pity parties when you heard a knock on the door. You groan, dragging yourself out of bed to answer, and open the door to see two smiling faces standing on the other side.

“Mrs. Bradshaw.” Jake grins, walking past you to set your mail that he’d collected on the table. “You’re looking chipper this morning.” He notes sarcastically, making a noise when Natasha hits his arm, which you appreciate. You shut the door behind them and collapse onto the couch.

“I’m almost eight months pregnant, Jake, and it’s the middle of summer. I’m fucking miserable.” You rest your head on Natasha’s shoulder when she sits down next to you and look up at Jake where he’s standing in your living room.

“What are you two doing here? I thought we had planned tomorrow? Or am I mixing things up again?”

“Taskforce decided to stop by a day early. In the area and all of that.” Jake smiles, and you’re sure he’s hiding something as he sits down in the chair across from you.

Bradley had enlisted his friends in a ‘taskforce’ to check in on you while he was gone, and they’d had a field day with it. The officialness of it all was highly amusing to them and to you, (because why wouldn’t they check on you anyway?) and the joke had taken off from there.

You roll your eyes, letting a smile peek onto your lips. “Right. Right.” You hum, then gesture to your posture on the couch. “Well as you can see, I’m doing great.”

He chuckles, “I always knew you were my favorite.”

This causes a full smile to grace your lips. “I really do appreciate you guys looking out for me.” You squeeze Natasha’s hand, and she smiles back at you.

“We don’t mind at all, Y/N. You’re family.” She assures you.

You nod, and she follows up with a question, “How are you actually doing?”

You sigh, resting your hand on your growing stomach. “It’s been hard. I’m worried he’s not gonna be back in time. I mean what then? It’s bad enough to be going through the pregnancy without him, he’d be heartbroken if he missed the birth.”

At this, Natasha shares a look with Jake. You notice immediately and sit up straighter. “You two know something, don’t you?”

“Wellll…” Jake starts.

It doesn’t take long for you to convince them to spill their classified information: you pull the pregnancy card, shed a few tears that they see right through but kindly pretend they don’t, and then they’re swearing you to secrecy.

He’d be home in a week.

༛ ༛ ༛༛

The next week was one of the busiest of your life. You got the official notification two days ago, and now you were standing with a few other families in the hanger.

You fan yourself with the envelope anxiously, waiting for him to land. When you see the jets fly overhead, you stuff the envelope into your back pocket.

And then the engines are cutting.

Your breath hitches in your throat and your movements stop as you see the canopy of his jet open. You’re frozen in place, a sob threatening to escape from your throat at any second as you watch him climb down, take off his helmet, and spot you in the small crowd that had gathered to welcome their family members home.

All you can manage to do as he jogs toward you is return his smile, tears already pooling in your eyes, and hold open your arms when he reaches you. He sweeps you up into his arms, turning once before letting your feet hit the ground again.

“Bradley…” You choke out, clinging to him so tightly you’re not sure anyone would be able to pry him from you again. “Hi baby.” He says it into your hair, his head buried into your neck as you hold each other.

When you readjust your grip on him, he realizes just how relieved you are to have him back. He rubs your back soothingly, cradling your head to his shoulder as you cry.

“Hey…” He chuckles through his own tears. “It’s okay, I’m not leaving you again.” You nod, turning your head to rest it against his chest. His arms tighten around you again, and he kisses the top of your head, and you realize how much you’d missed the safety you found there.  

“Are you doing okay?” His hands move to cup your face, eyes first glancing you over, and then searching your own for any sign of deeper distress.

You nod, putting your hands over his. “I’m okay.” You confirm, and he smiles at you, satisfied with your answer. “Good.” He squishes your cheeks together, making you laugh.

And then he’s kissing you. If one kiss could heal all the pain from your months without him, it would be this one.

He only pulls away enough to allow him to speak, resting his forehead against yours. “I missed you more than anything, sweetheart.” He runs his hands up and down your arms, and even though the heat was pushing 90 degrees, you still get goosebumps.

He takes your hands and holds them out, putting some space between the two of you.

“Let me get a look at ya.” He grins, and looks you up and down, focusing in on your bump that had grown significantly in his absence. He gingerly places a hand there, “I missed you too.” You can feel your baby shift, and then a soft kick hits against his palm.

He looks up from your stomach in awe, and you smile softly. “We both missed you, so so much.” You press another kiss to his lips, and then it’s your turn to inspect him as he takes off the rest of his gear.

“And you’re okay too? You’re not hurt?” He shakes his head, “No, everything’s good.” He pulls you back into his arms, sighing contently. “We did it. Not too bad, huh?” He jokes.

“Speak for yourself.” You tease back, and he laughs. “God, that was too long. I missed out on so much.”

“But you didn’t miss the most important part.” You remember the envelope in your back pocket and pull it out, holding it between both of your faces. “And I saved this part for you.” He smiles, plucking it out of your hands. “I was wondering what that was.” He winks.

He’s barely opened the envelope before he’s realizing what it is. “Is this?” You nod, moving under his arm to his side so you can open it together. You hold his hand on your shoulder as both of your eyes scan the page, and you spot the news at the same time.

A gasp leaves your lips as you look up to see an affectionate smile on your husband’s face. “I had a feeling.” He says softly. You glance back down to confirm one more time, finger brushing over the words on the page.

“Our little family.” He breathes out, bending his arm so you’re tucked back into his chest, and pressing another kiss to your head, whispers “I love you.”

With the paper in your hand, and more tears in your eyes, you throw your arms over his shoulders, and kiss him. “I love you too.”

“Let’s go home.”

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[victoirey]

♥︎. REQUESTS I HAVE NO IDEAS FOR —

to the senders of these requests, hi! unfortunately, either due to the fact your request didn't sit right with me or I simply didn't have any ideas — I decided to post your ideas on my account so that people who do have ideas can write those ideas :) thank you!

request one : neytiri and jake break up because jake wanted to leave , however neytiri didn't. so instead of both jake and neytiri going, it's just jake and his family moving to awa'atlu. jake meets metkayina!reader and they click immediately.

— requested by anonymous.

request two : avatar quaritch x reader— in which readers clan was killed by the sky people and reader sees quaritch flying away at the end of the movie. readers first instinct is to kill quaritch, but he is too weak to fight. the reader forces quaritch to fight until they realize there's no honor killing a dead man. reader is quaritch's ticket to getting out of the area he's in, so he charms the reader and befriends them. slowly but surely, quaritch's motives go from killing jake/his family to them.

requested by : @vampire-hunter

request three : jake sully x reader in which reader is a halfbreed— they're human sized, has a queue, and a few blue spots as they were experimented on. basically how jake and them fall in love, and a bunch of cute moments because he's twice their size and hugs them too hard or ends up unable to kiss them because of the height difference.

requested by: @as-lost-as-sams-shoe

request four : na'vi quaritch having a familial bond with a captured na'vi child (reader). he realizes he begins to care for reader and detests it— but refuses to let the kid be tortured by humans.

requested by: anonymous.

request five: you grow up with the sullys— raised a human, raised like spider was— you get jealous over neteyams interactions with tsireya. neteyam x reader.

requested by: anonymous.

request six : "hey could I request a neteyam x male na'vi reader?? maybe he has a breakdown or an anxiety/panic attack after something happened to one of his siblings and the reader helps him ?? thanks !!"

requested by: anonymous.

request seven : "omgmg could I please ask for lo’ak or neteyem w/ reader who’s normally a ball of energy but spends a lot of time alone/is secretly very melancholy a lot of the time?? Idk how to explain it!! I personally tend to put on a bubbly personality around others, but I spend a lot of time alone feeling gloomy. So it’s nice when someone can appreciate both or see through the bubblyness!"

requested by : @|forever-paramore28

request eight: "hello hello! ive been admiring your writing for quite some time now and i was so excited to see your requests have opened ! do you think you could do a tsu’tey’s daughter! reader insert x neteyam? wym tsu’tey died lmao that’s so funny anyways, maybe him and ninat got together and had reader, a sweet looking omaticayan that was taught everything by tsu’tey when it comes to warfare and defense while also having knowledge of the traditions of singing, making beads, and etc. ? just reader being an absolute all rounder. this makes her looked up to and admired among her peers and regarded by adults as a tsahik in the making? maybe she is betrothed to neteyam and despite some complaints (mainly from protective dad tsu’tey bc excuse me thats my baby????) they actually hit it off really well and balance each other out. when the threat of quaritch comes around again, tsu’tey decides to send reader off with the sully’s for her safety. maybe ao’nung, being the lil shit he was, would often make moves on the reader bc he thought he had a chance with her before neteyam gets involved and firmly introduces reader again as his future tsahik and betrothed? idk man protective mfs >>>>>>"

requested by : anon ( thank you for the compliments nonnie. I'm happy that you admire my writing <3)

request nine : "can I request some headcanons for the Sully fam x half bread!reader and by half breed I mean not from avatars but like a lab made baby who looks human, maybe has white hair due to testings and surgeries and can breathe the planet's air since if the humans r making pandora their new home, they gonna try find ways to breathe in the planet's air. Just headcanons about reader going into the forest and stumbling upon the kids and Spider and then noticing shes breathing the air and has cuts n bruises all over her cuz of testing n shi and how the Sullys save and adopt her from the scientists 🤔?"

requested by : anon

request ten : "it’s the tsu’tey daughter! reader insert x neteyam anon again! sorry i sent it way too soon 🥲 maybe after that, the scene where neteyam is supposed to die, reader is beside him and she goes absolutely ballistic and goes ham on the recom na’vis like neytiri did bc 💅🏻 ofc she does my lil girl boss pookie wookie, HAPPY ENDING PLEASE LORD I HAVE HAD ENOUGH TEARS TO SHED"

requested by : anon

my apologies I wasn't able to fulfill these requests as you expected me to, but I am sure someone else could bring your ideas to fruition!!

♡. maggie

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[goatcheesecak3]

Can you write dad bod adam?

I absolutely can write that for you anon <3 and thank you so so so much for being my first Adam request!!

Also, merry Christmas if you celebrate it, if not, then have a wonderful winter anyways!

Adam Faulkner-Stanheight x gn!reader - dad bod/chubby Adam hcs

Includes: fluff, slight allusion to NSFW but nothing explicit.

1) after the whole jigsaw thing, Adam didn't really eat much and somehow managed to get even skinnier than he already was.

2) you took it upon yourself to try and encourage him to eat more, always stopping by with food or preparing small microwavable meals for him to heat up each night. This gradually evolved into you coming over and cooking full meals for him, and on Fridays you'd bring some sort of sweet treat for dessert- his favourite was always your homemade millionaires shortbread because Adam has a real sweet tooth.

3) after a few months of you taking care of him, the two of you admit your feelings for one another and begin dating. Not too long after that, Adam moves in with you.

4) after living with you for a while, and being fed properly, Adam has gained a bit of weight. His previously stick thin arms are chubby and absolutely adorable. Your favourite thing to do is snuggle up next to him and just cuddle one of his arms tightly. He's gotten a fair bit more tubby on his stomach, and his soft and squidgy tummy is absolutely the cutest thing you've ever seen.

5) occasionally Adam gets insecure about his new physique, and tells you he's thinking of "trying to get rid of his stomach", to which you always reply with "that stomach isn't going anywhere except resting on my back" with a suggestive wink. That particular comment never fails to make him blush and pounce on you with a flattered and excited grin.

6) you don't just love Adam's dad bod because it's sexy, you love it because it's a reflection of how far he's come. He's healthy and well fed, and feels safe enough to eat as much as he likes without having to worry about when the next meal is gonna come in. He's happy, handsome and healthy, and you couldn't ask for anything more.

A/n hope you enjoyed this! This was such a cute suggestion!

Replies and reblogs are very much appreciated! I thrive on your validation lmao

Requests are open! Check my pinned post for details and masterlist! <3

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[cacoetheswriting]

Hi! Pearl is impeccable! It needs more recognition!

Not sure if you take requests for like side blurbs but I really want to know how Eddie is handling princess being away? Thank you!

hello, anon! <3 thank you very much, i appreciate you taking the time to leave me your sweet words! 😇 as for how eddie is dealing with his fav girl being a thousand miles away, think it would go something like the below - hope you enjoy!

pearl: september 1984 [drabble]

content warnings: best friends to lovers, oblivious idiots in love, adult language, use of pet names, self-doubt / insecurities, mentions of recreational drug use - unedited - if i missed anything, pls let me know!

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“So princess, be honest now, how much do you really miss me?”

The question rolls off Eddie's tongue as he stretches. He’d been sitting on a stool by the wall with the phone pressed to his ear for the last hour and a half. His back was starting to hurt, though he’d gladly stay here all night if it meant I could continue talking to the girl he loved.

“If you’re curious whether I’ve finally replaced you, the answer is no.”

Your tone of voice is melodic and Eddie pictures you smiling on the other line. His heart skips a beat at the thought.

“Well, I am unique. You’ll never find anyone like me, no matter how hard you try," he states confidently.

You chuckle. “How very modest of you, Eds.”

“That’s me. Eddie Munson, king of modesty.”

“More like the king of douchery.”

“Ouch,” he dramatises, a smirk circling his lips, “are you trying to hurt my feelings, princess?”

“Maybe,” you answer honestly, “or maybe I just miss you and poking fun makes me feel like I’m there beside you.”

Eddie smiles wide against the headset. I desperately wish you were here, he thinks but doesn't dare say the words out loud in case it steers the conversation in a direction he couldn’t really avoid. Or rather a conversation he wasn’t ready to have, despite his strong feelings towards you.

“When are you coming home?” Eddie asks instead, “There’s only so many times I can listen to Pearl without you before it starts to depress me. A cruel punishment, you leaving me that tape, princess. I know you meant well, but shit.”

The two of you hadn’t seen each other in five weeks. That’s the longest you have gone without a physical interaction since the day you first met and the metalhead didn’t quite realise just how much you had positively taken over his life until you were no longer there.

School especially was shit without you. Every day felt so mundane, borderline imprisonment. Repeating senior year wasn’t an ideal scenario anyway, but having to do it all over again without you was an even bigger disappointment, to say the least.

Eddie spent his days wondering what you got up to and honestly just counted down the minutes until your scheduled evening call. Hearing your voice every night made everything better, yet it hurt him all at the same time. As you detailed your day over the phone, he held his breath while hoping you hadn’t met anyone that would come close to replacing him.

Or worse — anyone you'd end up loving.

Selfish? Yes. He had no right to keep you all to himself, especially since you had no clue as to how he really felt.

And with every day that passed, it was getting harder for Eddie to keep this secret. Once the confession almost slipped out when he was high out of my mind and you laughed over the phone at one of his rather pathetic jokes — not ideal.

So he debated coming up with a plan to finally tell you during Thanksgiving, if nothing got in the way before that. However, at the same time, was honesty really worth risking the best friendship he's ever had?

Probably not.

as always, thank you for reading! pls be so kind to reblog & tell me what you think - ily

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[abiiors]

Its ok babe, I appreciate eyour support anyway <3

A language you can speak however

Ross and you consumating marriage. Him carrying you up the stairs of your now shared house throwing you onto the bed and absolutely railing you.

"Want everyone to know who you married"

another anon said: Wedding day Ross, would he cry? Would he make a speech that makes you cry? Then would the sex be different when you’re married?

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jesus CHRIST this ask almost put me in cardiac arrest so thank you for that...anyway the whole day has been filled with nerves and excitement. nerves because he wants this day to be absolutely perfect for you and he knows how stressful weddings can be. even then he has matty running back and forth between you two to check on you and make sure you have everything you need (you do, all your bridesmaids are extremely vigilant and have made sure you don't have to worry about anything so matty basically spends half his time trying to flirt with them because why not). anyway once it's time for ross to be at his place, he just has this massive grin on his face the moment he steps out and like he cannot stop bouncing on the balls of his feet because he can't wait to be married to his favourite person in the world. behind him the rest of the guys keep grinning and teasing him and taking the piss but they're all so excited and happy for him. his heart skips a beat when the music starts and your bridesmaids slowly start entering. they all look lovely in the colour theme you've so painstakingly picked out and now ross is practically craning his neck to see you, i mean everyone is but he's just so eager now, he's waited nearly all day for this. so his heart stops beating entirely when he sees one (1) glimpse of you and he gets all choked up just because of how gorgeous and happy you look and how you smile at him (while also trying not to cry because make up). the boys all rub his back and give him little pats till you finally make it to him and the ceremony starts.

it's very short and sweet, just your closest friends and family to attend because both of you're quite private people but once it's your turn to exchange vows, that's when he gets a whole sheet of paper out. it's been folded and refolded countless times, there are words scratched out and scrawled in the margins, you swear there's even a tear stain or two on there but he just takes a deep breath, looks you in the eyes and puts the paper back. then he just starts speaking "as you can tell, i had a whole speech prepared but i don't think i need any of that anymore. i just need to look at you and tell you that you are the best thing to happen to me. i love how you've become an integral part of my life; i love how you love and care for my friends and how you've made them your friends too. i love all your grand and wild and passionate gestures but more than that, i just love all the simple domesticity with you. i love our quiet Sunday afternoons and i love how grumpy you get on wednesday mornings. i want all of you, from now until forever and i hope you'll have me just as i am, yours forever." and makeup be damned at that point because you're sobbing (so is matty, into adam's chest and even George has shed a few tears) but everything is full of love and light and incandescent happiness. once you exchange rings and share a sweet, slow kiss, that's when the party really starts.

anyone who knows him, knows he loves a drink or two or more but your wedding night is the one night he's quite restrained because he doesn't want to forget one second of it. he wants to be present with you in this moment and celebrate the love of his life with his closest friend and loved ones. he does indulge, of course, just not enough to get blackout drunk. and also because he's been looking for an opportunity to whisk you away and have you to himself hehe. you have also pretty much been looking for a chance all evening because you cannot wait to know what it's like to have sex with your husband (just thinking about the word husband has heat pooling between your legs. and every time you catch him admiring his ring, it gets harder and harder not to drag him away lol). anyway as soon as the opportunity presents itself, you're both sneaking away, laughing together like a couple of teenagers and into your wedding (getaway) car which takes you straight to your new home. you've timed it just right that the refurbishing and decorations of the new house would be done a few weeks before your wedding so essentially this is you spending your wedding night in your new house.

he, OF COURSE, has to carry you over the threshold, how could he not. all the time he's telling you how "gorgeous you look tonight, mrs. macdonald" and how that dress is going to look even more stunning on your bedroom floor. he refuses to set you down once you're inside, instead he makes his way straight to the bedroom while you laugh into the crook of his neck and pepper him with kisses. and yes he absolutely does throw you onto the bed, followed instantly by disappearing under your dress to "take off your garter" and place a trail of kisses that has you gasping and moaning his name. he's almost hungry when it comes to getting you out of your dress (and getting out of his suit) but everything after that he wants to savour. he's never going to get the chance to sleep with his wife for the first time again and he plans to only have one wife for the rest of his life so this is it for him. it almost makes you tear up again how gentle he's being, how he showers your entire body with kisses and affection, how close he holds you. like he doesn't want to be parted from you ever again. but once the first initial round of sweet, gentle love making is done, that's when the railing starts because "we have new neighbours babe, they need to know my name"

#MINORS DO NOT INTERACT #ross macdonald #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald x you #✉️ #♡: ross blurbs

[talesofesther]

sweet and warm

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: You and Eddie are spending Christmas together, and he wants to steal a kiss from you.

Requested by multiple anons for my Christmas Special event.

A/N: Again, a lot of people requested this, so if you wanted prompt 13 with Eddie, this is for you. <3

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"Darling I think your lasagna is ready."

You had just succeeded in finding a good radio station as your mother called. The old radio that had been in this house almost as long as you, started playing a classic Christmas song; the melody resonated through your house and created just the atmosphere you'd been after.

"I'll get it in a sec," you called back to your mother.

The living room was a sea of golden and red, with the knitted socks pinned to your fireplace and the blinking lights on your Christmas tree; all warm and cozy just the way it should be.

You wore a comfy white and red sweater, it had reindeer and pine trees on it, just about matching the one of a certain metalhead.

This was the first Christmas that Eddie was spending with your family and you couldn't be happier.

Turning around, you walked to your kitchen, but before you could fully cross the threshold two arms caught hold of your waist and pinned you in place.

You were already laughing as your back hit his chest, he planted the ghost of a kiss by the nape of your neck that got you shivering; "Eddie, come on..."

Eddie turned you around in his arms, he had a goofy grin on his lips as he looked down at you and held you close.

"If my lasagna burns..." You warned, winding your arms around his neck anyway.

"Burned food is not that bad, sweetheart," he pouted.

It got you raising an eyebrow at him, your fingers twirling and playing with one of his curls. The slow blinking of the Christmas lights reflected perfectly on Eddie's chocolate eyes, the golden glow making it easy to believe he held the universe by his fingertips; maybe for you, he did. His hair fell in gentle waves and stopped by his shoulders, tangling with the knitted sweater you made him wear — which was totally worth it because he looked adorable.

"Besides," Eddie clicked his tongue and glanced above you, "you kinda owe me something now."

You followed his eyes and looked up as well, only to see a small mistletoe haphazardly hanging from the archway.

Tracing his cheekbone with your thumb, you hummed, "I don't remember that being there."

"Oh, it was there, promise," Eddie told you with utmost confidence, furrowing his brows in a silly manner as his arms pulled you closer still.

You sighed, fighting a smile that wanted to form on your lips, "I mean, if it is tradition."

Eddie's eyes crinkled on the sides with his own smile just before he kissed you, all sweet and warm, his lower lip getting caught between yours and his hands tracing your back.

And you only broke apart after your mother called from the kitchen saying that your lasagna was starting to look a bit too dark on top.

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Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

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[tonberry-yoda]

May I request number 12 with jotaro? Luv ur writing and yayyy 1.5k!!!! I’m so excited for uuuu💕💕

You're So Cute, You Know That? - Jotaro

notes - SHUT UP THIS IS TOO CUTE! And you are so sweet anon AHHH <3333 I got some really great characters this event, so thanks for the request! I hope you like it and have an amazing day <3 word count - 216 ~~BUY ME A KO-FI (COMMISIONS ARE OPEN)~~

Not a lot of people knew that Jotaro was so big on cuddles. But you were one of the lucky few who knew he was. So you took big advantage of that and were stupidly happy that you had such a big cutie to cuddle.

Especially on study nights.

He would ask you to come over and study and you two would do that for about fifteen minutes before a cuddle session would break out.

"Don't you have to study for marine bio?" you asked him cheekily, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. "College classes aren't easy."

"Says you." he chuckled, placing a kiss on your forehead. "You have a history exam tomorrow, so you're one to talk."

"Shut up." You buried your face in his chest and he held you close. He really didn't have to be wearing such a tight shirt as his PJs, but he knew you liked it, so he continued anyway.

He cupped your face, squishing your cheeks together and he smiled. "You're so cute, you know that?" he said before peppering your cheeks with kisses left and right.

You giggled until you couldn't breathe and played with his hair. "We better get to studying before I fall asleep on you, Mr. Cozy."

"Eh, don't feel like it."

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[kyojurismo]

hi could i sumbit an emergency rq?

i've been struggling w/ my home situation on and off for a few years, and now it's been going on again for a few months and feel like i can't do shit right lol (nothing too bad luckily!! but its draining ... ig)

could u please write smth abt the reader meeting douma and them going away w him?

whisk me awaay douma!! lmao

pls give other emergency requests priority if u so wish! i'm alrdy happy w looking forward to smth heh 💞

# douma (upper tank two)

tags : gn!reader, douma not eating a human 🫢, he’s sweet alright, lemme know if i missed something, not proofread as always.

a/n : hello anon! i genuinely like this req hehe ^_^ i know it’s short ( and it prob doesn’t make any sense and it’s pure shit ) but i hope you’ll enjoy it anyway <3

it was rare for douma to wander around too much

but he got bored so there he was

you were running into the woods that night, before bumping into something

“oh dear, are you alright?” the moment you met his face you noticed the way he was grinning at you, his fangs on full display. his eyes looked strange, but you like how colourful they were. of course you didn’t know about demons hehe

“do you know how to speak?” douma tilted his head to the side, looking at you with pity. “yes, sir…”

the tone of your voice was soothing

“tell me, where are you going all alone in the night?”

you explained why you were running and all, douma seemed to genuinely care about your situation and proposed to come with him at the paradise cult

lowkey would have done so anyway, lol

like not kidnapping but probably gaslighting you into believing it was best for you and what you really wanted

anyway .

douma told you everything about him and his cult, but didn’t mention him being a demon

[ manga readers — me — be shaking rn ]

he promised to protect you

to provide for your every need

basically to take care of you

OH! he spoiled you, of course

you were his darling

he spent 24/7 with you

literally dragged about how he saved you from your past life to his disciples

he was very proud of it ngl

he would fall in love with you at some point but never realise it lol

but i believe he would genuinely care for you and would never think about harming you or anything

you eventually found out he’s a demon, but he never confessed what was on his diet [ women ], he just said “i don’t eat the same food as you,” smirk smirk

we don’t care alright, it was his business so we’re gonna ignore everything about it

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

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[yakichoufd]

hello,

i'm not an artist so i don't know all of the struggles, but it does seem hard. especially when your livelyhood depends on an audience that consumes your art, i imagine connecting with them as friends too would be quite difficult.

in my humble & unexpirienced opinion, i think it's healthy that you see tumblr as your quite & chaotic space. it's easy to see the Tumblr-Famous artists everywhere on your dash bc, well, that's what being Tumblr-Famous looks like. however, i think most of us are just posting to the void and every once in a while find someone with a shared interest for a moment. that's my tumblr expirience anyway. and i don't see it as that bad.

i hope you'll find the joy in art again. i can say for myself that i follow you bc of your gorgous art style, and so i hope you'll return to liking it too.

Hi Anon <3 Thanks for your sweet message! Some of my patrons are very understanding and super friendly to me, and I think, I can call them my friends! :) But sometimes I get some hateful or disrespectful patrons and it makes me questions everything I have done in my life haha (I'm a dramatic gremlin)!! And I am usually very fine with one or two fandom friends where I can send silly niche memes or random angst headcanons so we can cry (or laugh) together. It is always fun to be able to be chaotic with another person who share a similar interest! I am unsure about how tumblr works nowadays. I am mostly a NSFW artist. I do enjoy drawing SFW art but that's not the kind of art that make my patreon interesting unfortunately. I enjoy drawing NSFW art so I won't complain about it. But it is just not the best kind of fanarts to share here. Even with I censored them and add content warning (which are very much appreciated). But I can still post safe cropped WIP and rent about my latest obsession. It seems fun and relaxing! Posting to the void sounds very freeing. I think I still see posting as a way to connect with others, so I do not know how I'd enjoy "posting to the void" as long I have this point of view. But there is only one way to figure this out :) thank you again for your very kind words <3 I am so happy you like my art and I hope you'll continue to enjoy it <3 take care and have a lovely day/night!

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