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[kmhya]

ATTENTION ATTENTION !!

i’ve almost completely moved off of this account but i am more active on another writing account!

i’m still a bit slow at producing fics but there’s still a bit more than here

it’s multifandom so it might not be everyone’s cup of tea but it might be for some! :)

i hope to see some of you there!!<3

[nostalgicbones]

this is the first time i've felt the need to confess

[lovesick-on-the-loose]

The feminine urge to have a monster boyfriend to live with in an enchanted forest and/or the middle earth

[noun-number]

Hey look at that I made a meme

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[secretwurlds]

“You have witchcraft in your lips.” - William Shakespeare, Henry V

[prinnay]

night / nyx

[miyazas]

LITTLE MOMENTS WITH HIS DAUGHTER — FT.HAIKYUU

[❤︎] — Miya Atsumu, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Iwaizumi Hajime & Suna Rintaro

warnings: fem!reader

authors note: ahhh I’m screaming Haikyuu boys with their daughter literally makes my heart melt (& I don’t even like kids)

MIYA ATSUMU ༢

(0) “she’s so little.” Atsumu says for the hundredth time today as he stares at the small girl that’s barely bigger than his two hands. “She’s so pretty too.” He smiles, kissing your left thigh that he rests his head in. You guys are watching some random show on TV, you're on the couch and Atsumu sits on the floor between your legs holding your baby girl. “What , did she get that from you?” You grin, running your hands through his hair as your daughter coo’s at her father. “No, she gets it from ya, angel.”

SAKUSA KIYOOMI ༢

(6) “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Sakusa asks his daughter who hasn’t stopped crying since he picked her up from school. “m’sorry, daddy.” She sobs as her dad wipes her runny nose. “Sweetheart? I need you to tell me what’s wrong, please?” He whispers, planting a kiss on her forehead. “I-I spilled s-some juice in the car,” She hiccups. “Don’t be mad it was an accident.” D/n lips wobble as she tries to stop herself from crying. “Oh sweetheart, Daddy’s not mad, I know it was an accident.” “Promise?” “I promise.”

IWAIZUMI HAJIME ༢

(12) “Dad?” D/n asks as she walks into your husband’s home office. You’re resting on the couch while Iwa sits at his desk getting some paperwork done. “Yes hun?” He answers when she sits down across from him. “What’s a loan?” “Well in simple terms, if I give you money you have to pay it back after a certain time with interest.” “But what if I don’t?” She questions. “You have to—“ “But what if I don’t.” She crosses her arms and stares. “This is why I don’t let you borrow money hun.” “That’s why mom loves me more than you, hun.”

SUNA RINTARO ༢

(17) “Can I use the car tonight?” D/n asks, throwing herself on the couch horizontally from where her father sits. “Why?” Suna asks, looking away from the volleyball game that plays on the TV. “Cus I wanna go out with my friends?” She replies but it sounds more like a question. “Why don’t I believe that?” He raises his eyebrow. “Dunno, you’re a suspicious being.” She shrugs her shoulders, returning the grin that Suna gives her. “C'mon you and mom can have a little date night while I’m gone—do old people stuff.” “We’re not old, we’ll I’m not old, dunno about your mom though.” That earns a small laugh from his daughter “What did you say Rintaro?” “Busted.”

[saurix5]

So the whole ancient custom of apple = proposal thing. Reader learns this and decides to modernize it. They present this to Morpheus

[heich0e]

tags: no curses!au, college!au, implied gojo/geto/choso/sukuna/reader, implied drug use, singular mentions of gojo greening out, idk where this was going but ok!

"D'ya want some?" Gojo asks up at you, his head in your lap as you tap at the screen of your cellphone idly, leaving a heart on a friend's perfectly filtered photo that only makes you feel bitter when you look at it.

"Hm?" you ask, glancing towards him as he peers up at your face. He has a bag of gummy candy resting on his tummy, and you part your lips and stick your tongue out slightly, asking for one of his sweets.

He lets out a little heh at your expression, popping a pink and blue candy--dusted with a sweet-sour crystalline coating--into your waiting mouth.

"I meant the weed," Gojo answers your earlier hum only once you begin to chew the treat he'd just fed you. He sticks his thumb in his mouth, licking it clean of the tangy sugar that clings to it. "D'ya want some?"

"Oh," you reply, eyes flickering to the other side of Gojo and Geto's dorm room, where Choso is seated on the floor, a pillow on his lap and an old DVD case on top of it. He's diligently packing the ground up weed into a rolling paper--little bits of green clinging to the tips of his fingers like the sugar had to Gojo's. "--I don't think so."

You really shouldn't.

"Why?" Satoru asks petulantly. He's not smoking either--isn't allowed to since the last time when he threw up in Geto's backpack and ruined his social anthropology textbook--but he seems indignant at your refusal.

Choso's dark eyes flicker up to you too, as though interested in your reply, but when he sees you looking back at him he busies himself with his rolling once more with a streak of pink curling across his cheeks. He's still a little shy around you.

"Who cares?" Sukuna chimes in from where he's reclining in Gojo's desk chair at the end of the bed, tossing a miniature foam basketball up into the air idly before catching it in one large hand and repeating the motion. "Means more weed for us. Fushiguro said this is good shit when I picked up earlier, too."

"That guy with the scar?" Geto asks, peeking out from under his textbook and Sukuna grunts out some sort of affirmative.

Suguru is sprawled out across his bed directly opposite you now that Nanami left to return to his own dorm--finding the rest of you too distracting to get anything done during what was supposed to be a study session.

You feel something prod against your lips, and look down to see Gojo attempting to feed you another sweet. You let him.

"You didn't answer my question," he singsongs as you bite down on the chewy confection between your teeth.

You push most of the rapidly melting, sticky-sweet candy into your cheek with your tongue to talk around it. "I get really.... annoying when I'm high."

Gojo stares up at you for a moment before pulling himself into a seated position at your side.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

A chuckle from across the room tears your eyes away from Satoru's inquisitive gaze, and towards Sukuna, who has suddenly stopped tossing the basketball and instead has his attention fixed on you.

You glare at him weakly, knowing what he's thinking without him saying it. "Shut up."

It only makes him laugh again, a sharp smirk on his lips.

"What?" Gojo whines, missing the unspoken words you and Sukuna have exchanged.

"Weed doesn't make her annoying," Sukuna drawls, tossing the basketball up again, only this time away from him--you watch as it curves gracefully in the air, swishing through the little net Geto and Gojo have affixed to the back of their door. "She's always annoying."

"Kuna--" you mumble warningly, your cheeks flushing hot, as you squirm nervously atop the rumpled sheets of Satoru's bed.

Everyone has stopped what they're doing now. Suguru's textbook set aside, Choso's fingers stilling with the edge of the nearly finished joint pinched between them.

Sukuna's smirk turns into something even sharper, a smile unfurling slow and wicked across his face.

"Weed doesn't make her annoying--it makes her into a whore."

[ariapmdeol]

hey so tumblr just added this thing (community labels) and by default ALL these category filters are set to remove anything labelled with these from your feed entirely (not just blurred).

Please remember to go into your settings and adjust them to what you prefer! if you're under 18, you won't be able to adjust them as they are set to Hide until you turn 18

this is what it looks like in settings (i have everything set to Show, the default is Hidden)

[mer-c]

[kmhya]

angel || E. Munson

his angel. that’s what you were; eddie’s beautiful, beautiful, angel. you were his world and his whole universe revolved around you.

he revered you in everything you did, whether it be skipping rocks with him down at lovers lake or sitting by his legs, reading a book while he brain stormed new songs. you would often catch him staring and ask him ‘what’re you lookin, at, munson?’ more often than not he would scoff and nudge your face with his knuckles, ‘don’t worry your pretty little head about what i’m doing, sweetheart.’ you’d just roll your eyes and continue whatever you were doing.

and when your focus was successfully taken off him, he’d wrap his arms around you and give you a tight squeeze, smiling like an idiot. he was a lucky man. the luckiest man in the world.

[kmhya]

turn your lights down low || E. munson

turn your lights down low

your hand drew small circles on eddie’s bare shoulder, lulled into a half asleep state by his steady breaths and warm chest. this. this was your favourite way to spend your time, no DnD, no schoolwork, no worries. you know if eddie was awake, he’d say the same thing.

no matter how much bickering was shared between the two of you, no matter how much teasing or rude names, you both shared a deep love for each other that didn’t necessarily need to be spoken about all the time. because you knew, he knew, and that’s all either of you needed.

and pull your window curtains

eddie stirred above you, his hair brushing against your forehead. a hand ran up and down your back and you looked up, resting your chin against his chest to look him straight in the face.

‘well hello there, gorgeous’ he grumbled, his voice was slightly airy from sleep. he smiled a small toothy smile and that made you smile stupidly tight back at him.

‘hi, sleeping beauty. have any dreams’ you shuffled up his chest to kiss him but fell short, hitting his jaw instead. he laughed,

oh let jah moon come shining in

‘I had one, it was pretty good, something about having an angel being completely all over me. calling me insanely handsome or something..’ he trailed off towards the end. you grinned and sat up above him.

‘yeah, what a nice dream’ you emphasised dream with a slap to his chest. you stood up and crossed his room

eddie held a hand to his heart, feigning hurt. ‘you wound me, y’know that?’ you glanced over your shoulder at him and raised and eyebrow.

‘sure, sure…’ you mumble absentmindedly as you shuffled through his cassette decks.

‘alright, that’s it! i’ve had enough of this attitude!’ before you knew what happened, eddie grabbed you from the floor and flung you back onto his bed.

‘eddie!! what’re you doing?!’ you laughed, a full bellied laugh. you felt warm and light in that moment.

into our life again

‘i warned you, you can only play with fire so long before you get burned, baby!’ he spoke with such grandeur and theatricality, it was kind of impressive. he fell right on top of you, effectively winding you.

you were a mess of smiles and laughs, it felt amazing. this is what loving eddie munson is like. in it’s purest, most concentrated form, this was it.

[kmhya]

kiss it better || E. Munson

it was a cold night in hawkins, dew was already starting to form on the grass. kind of making the ass of your jeans wet, but your mind was otherwise preoccupied.

one of eddie’s hands was on your cheek and the other holding up your lower back. he was sort of bent over you, probably not terribly comfortable for him but like you, his thoughts were else where. he kissed you gently, parting and then meeting you in the middle again, smiling all the while.

you moved back, effectively separating the two of you. eddie whined like a child, trying to chase you. he was stopped by your hand on his chest and you laughed, ‘wow, slow down there, mister’

‘noo, no, no, no bring your body heat back, it’s fuckin’ cold’ you slowly lay back onto the grass and he followed suit, lying on his side, facing you. eddie moved a piece of hair that had fallen into your face and grinned. he kept fiddling with you hair until you smacked his hand away. he gasped in faux hurt and held his ‘injured’ hand to his chest.

‘stop touching my hair, i’m getting all tickly’ you snapped, there was no malice behind it, and eddie knew it. he always knows it, he gets you and you get him. that how the two of you rolled. like, really good friends. good friends who kissed, and slept together….and only kissed and slept with each other.

even during your banter, he looked at you like you hung the moon and painted the stars. the very ones you both were lying under. like you were god’s gift to him. eddie wasn’t particularly religious but he was sure that some metaphysical force aided in the two of you meeting because surely he couldn’t be this lucky.

‘ouch, sweetheart. i think you broke my hand.’ he held up his hand, dangling it limply in front of your face for effect, ‘kiss it better? since it’s kinda your fault in the first place’ he was smiling again at this point, all of his focus on you. looking up at him, you rolled your eyes and took his hand in yours. you gave the tips of his fingers each a small kiss before kissing his palm.

‘god, i love you’ he sighed with a dreamy look on his face. he leaned down close to your face, his nose brushing with yours.

‘feelings mutual, munson’ you replied, bringing your hand to the back of his head and catching his lips in a kiss.

let’s just say, neither of you were very cold anymore.

[kmhya]

‘86, baby || E. Munson

♡a/n~. a fix it fic if you will. also i didn’t proof read this so possibly riddled w mistakes

you could feel tears coming to your eyes as you heard eddie’s name being called from the stage. maybe it’s silly that you were getting so worked up about your boyfriend’s graduation but after two years of waiting, it didn’t feel real that this was actually happening.

you saw him stand up from his seat on the other side of the stage, a big grin on his face and his waved to the clapping crowd. yes there were as many jeers as there were cheers but did that faze him in the slightest? no. not when he could see his friends and the love of his life in the crowd.

eddie climbed the stairs up to the stage, approaching principal higgins with a shit eating grin on his face. the principal begrudgingly handed his diploma over and shook his hand. eddie gripped the man’s hand tight in response before ripping it out of his grip and turned to the crowd, his hands up in the air as he yelled, ‘86, baby!! it’s finally my year!!’. the crowd erupted in a series of applause and laughter as eddie bounded down the other side of the stage to join the other graduates.

after the ceremony had finished, you raced out of your seats along with the rest of the ‘gang’ to congratulate eddie. he didn’t see you coming until you yelled, ‘EDDIE!!’ at the top of your lungs. you charged into him like a bull and brought the two of you down with the momentum. grabbing his face, you smothered him in kisses and praise as he melted beneath you. ‘i’m so proud of you, ed, so so proud of you!’ you whispered to him. you meant every word of what you said. it wasn’t just the case of eddie overcoming the regular old school system, but being thrust into the world of the upside down, a bald girl with superpowers, and strange meat covered men with an affinity for destroying the world , and getting back up (albeit with a few new scars) and continuing on to get his diploma.

‘can you stop squashing him now and let us congratulate him?’ dustin asked, evidently over this over the top pda he was witnessing before him.

‘can it kid. just because your girlfriend is hundred of miles away doesn’t mean you have to shit on any happy relationship you set your little eyes on’ eddie joked, although there was no malice behind it at all. he stood up, bringing you with him, and took dustin under him arm.

the juniors of the hellfire club all surrounded eddie with slight sadness, saying the hellfire won’t be the same without them. being the drama king he was, eddie made a mini speech about passing the torch to the younger generation and to not miss him too much when he was gone, and after making them all feel worse, he gathered them all into a big hug and said that he’d make time for them play together outside of school.

‘he isn’t the only one who graduated y’know’. robin said flatly as she and robin approaches the group. everyone let out small cheers and claps making the two girls smile bashfully. more hugs and congratulations were exchanged before everyone decided to split up before meeting again later in the evening for a celebratory after party; just their group. the wheelers along with will, jonathan, el, left with their parents. dustin made a move to go with you and eddie but steve just grabbed him by the scruff and hauled his ass over to his car with robin. as they got further away, you could hear dustin’s confused complaints get quieter and quieter before it was just you and eddie left alone in the schools parking lot.

‘where to handsome? wanna head home so you can get changed?’ you asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck, gently combing your hands through the hair that rested there.

‘yeah, heading home sounds-’ he sighed dramatically, using his arms that were resting on your waist draw you in even closer so you were standing nose to nose, ‘-extremely tempting right now. but…not just because i want to get changed to got out. again.’ you grinned at his implication and nudged his nose with yours,

‘oh yeah? what ‘cha got in mind, big boy?’ you murmured. you two were unbearably close now, close enough that parents on the street would scoff and cover their children’s eyes as the passed.

‘wouldn’t you like to know, doll face. wouldn’t you like to know’ eddie laughed. he put an end to the teasing by meeting you in the middle for a kiss. you lips came together like waves colliding in the ocean, seamlessly.

you were so happy that you had eddie. so much could’ve gone wrong in only the past week or so but you both survived it, not without your fair share of permanent reminders, but it was ok, you had each other and all of your friends around you. whatever happened next, you reckoned you could handle it.