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requests are open but please make sure you read the requests tag first just so you know what i will/won't do in terms of requests.

i won't write anything majorly 18+ because it's not something i'm comfortable writing. there might be some mild sort of stuff but i will label it properly. enjoy!

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eddie munson masterlist

more than words can say

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more than words can say

eddie munson x femreader

summary: reader comes over for date night with cuts down their knees, eddie worries a little but patches them up. [1.1k]

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you're late.

that's not something to worry about, eddie knows that your on time is always ten minutes behind, he's gotten used to telling you wrong timings to account for this, but it still makes his pulse spike every time you're not exactly where you promised to be at exactly the time you promised to be there. he's been through enough spooky shit in the last year and he doesn't need you disappearing on him too. where would he be then.

he is starting to wonder now. it's been half an hour since you were meant to arrive, accounting for the lateness- eddie loves you but he has zero faith you can change- and he can feel his leg starting to jitter. he'd checked the machine and there was nothing, no sound of your lilting voice over the receiver. you were definitely coming. 

there's movement by the door suddenly and he's up in a flash, practically tearing the door off it's hinges to reveal you standing on his doorstep, shoes bunched up against your chest, blood trickling it's way down your legs.

"sweetheart," he coos, reaching out to you as you beam at him. "what happened to your legs?"

"i fell off my bike." is all you say, smiling still as you place yourself on the porch, watching as eddie follows you, kneeling on the step in front of you and taking you leg gently in his hands. he brushes his fingers over the back of your legs, gentle in his ministrations as he assesses you for other injuries. 

"why are your shoes off baby?"

"i didn't want to get them dirty with blood." you say it like it's obvious. "these are the ones you got me for my birthday, i love them so much and i wanted to show them to you cause i finished the embroidery i was telling you about. i didn't want to ruin them."

eddie smiles because of course that's why. you're so nice it makes him want to cry, always thinking of him even when you're hurting.

"that's sick sweetheart but let me patch you up yeah? tell me all about it when i'm convinced your legs aren't gonna fall off."

you laugh a little, watching as he stands. 

"they're not gonna fall off. i didn't hurt them that badly. i hardly noticed until they started bleeding. that's when i had to take my shoes off."

eddie's listening to you, he promises he is, but he can't take his eyes off the steady trickle of blood working it's way down both your legs. he's worrying that you've been bleeding for a long time, that you'll loose too much blood and then he'll be in trouble. but you seem fine so he smiles, reaches out to touch you, grinning as you lean into him like a cat, before retreating back inside.

"i'll even bring out the fun bandaids." he says, crossing out onto the porch again just in time to catch you standing up to find him. he scowls at you, using a gentle hand to manhandle you back onto the front stoop. he's in front of you again, taking you into gentle hands as he tries to focus on what you're saying.

you're describing the journey to the trailer park. it's a journey you've taken about a million times over the four years you and eddie have been friends, and the nearly two you've been dating but you manage to make it different every time. you used to walk the twenty minute drive between your two houses until you got a reliable bike when you were 16. eddie reminds you every time that you can drive, or he could come and pick you up but your answer is always the same. you wanted to see things, which was probably the reason why you'd taken your tumble today. eddie was waiting for you to get to that part.

"alright lovely girl you're all clean, pick your shield." he says after about ten minutes of gritted teeth and silence as he cleaned at the surprisingly deep cuts on your knees.

you cheer a little, reaching out for the pot of bandaids he passes to you, watching as you rifle through its contents. 

"these ones please good sir." you hand him two brightly coloured bandaids with little superman symbols all over them. eddie smiles because goddamnit he really did fall for the girl version of himself and takes them from you, covering your exposed wounds softly before slapping his hands on your thighs, smiling at you.

"there. feeling better?" he asks as you stand, bending and stretching your knees to test the flexibility of the plaster. 

"yeah, these are cool." you grin up at him. "wanna see my shoes now?"

eddie laughs, leading you inside, hand resting at the small of your back because he loves you and doesn't want you to fall again. 

"yeah baby i wanna see your shoes." 

he's a lot more relieved now that you're smiling properly again. you're tough (probably because you fall over all the time) but there was a wobble in your lip that he didn't like. now that it's gone he feels a lot more at peace.

you curl up into your usual spot on the couch, sitting with your shoes on your lap as eddie joins you, pressing play on a movie you're both probably not going to watch anyway. you smile, noticing the signature dark crystal music playing softly from the tv. 

"that's my favourite."

"yeah." he slings an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him in a way that's stimulating movement rather than actual manhandling. neither of you are complaining. 

"you're the best." you press a kiss to the underside of his jaw and settle yourself against his side, shoes forgotten under the joy of being loved. eddie smiles, squeezing you just a little tighter, pressing a kiss to your hair. he could smell the grass on you, most likely from the fall, and can't help the grin that spreads across his face.

"i can feel you smiling up there." you comment, wiggling in his arms to look up at him.

"i'm not doing anything." eddie replies, brushing two fingers over the expanse of your cheek. "just thinking that i wouldn't want you any other way."

you smile, leaning up a little, and he's already meeting you there, pressing a soft, smiling kiss to your mouth. he sneaks his way up the side of your face until your giggling, peels of laughter filling up his chest in a way he never though he'd be allowed to have. something he always thought was too fragile for his hands to hold. but you smiling at him, lips going rosy from his kisses, and eddie thinks maybe he's the luckiest guy in the world, being given a girl like you.

"what did i do to deserve you?" he whispers against your temple, placing soft kisses there.

"you patch my knees up."

eddie laughs like it's the most obvious thing in the world

"yeah, i guess that's as good as anything."

[missingjeffbuckley]

if i wrote a sapphic padme x lady in waiting reader fic that could potentially be a multi-part, long series fic would anybody be interested in that?

i'm asking so i have more reason to write it, i'm in love with padme and am on a reading week in uni so this fic is getting written whether people want it or not idc

[missingjeffbuckley]

guys uni got worse consider this on hiatus until my christmas break 😭😭

[missingjeffbuckley]

if i wrote a sapphic padme x lady in waiting reader fic that could potentially be a multi-part, long series fic would anybody be interested in that?

i'm asking so i have more reason to write it, i'm in love with padme and am on a reading week in uni so this fic is getting written whether people want it or not idc

[missingjeffbuckley]

johnny storm masterlist

start of something new

[missingjeffbuckley]

start of something new

johnny storm x femreader

summary: you've come to the baxter building at the request of dr. richards but whilst you wait, you capture the attention of another, less scientifically-minded member of the fantastic four. [1.6k]

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standing outside the baxter building, you couldn’t believe your luck. when your professor had mentioned that the one and only dr. reed richards- the greatest scientific mind of the century in your humble opinion- was advertising a position within his team you’d jumped at the chance. nothing you had learned in your years of study would compare with being at the side of genius and, after their defeat of galactus three years ago, you were eager to introduce some precautionary and defensive measures of your own to the legendary fantastic four.

still, even your most child-like excitement couldn’t quell the nerves bubbling in your stomach. after all, this wasn’t any ordinary interview. if you secured this position it could change lives, and not just your own. this was bigger than you, a very real and terrifying realisation that had been keeping you awake at night in the days leading up to today. you couldn’t blow it.

the doors slid open suddenly, jolting you from your spiral as someone stepped out into the street. instantly, you knew who it was. johnny storm, in all his glory, was standing in front of you. he wasn’t as tall as you had pictured him, only catching glimpses from above when he was both in high-speed motion and on fire, or on the front page of most magazines with female audiences. now, before you, he looked strikingly human, which didn’t surprise you. johnny was human, there wasn’t doubt about it, but here he seemed more flesh and blood than fire and speed. looking at you now wasn’t the hero, but rather the man.

“you’re here for reed?” the question startled you, though it shouldn’t have. of course johnny knew about the interviews. reed was his brother-in-law and he was opening their home to strangers, johnny had every right to be involved.

you nodded, standing a little taller and jutting your chin forward, eager to make a good impression on the man who could become your coworker.

“yes, i’m here for the interview. sorry, i’m a little early. i don't own a car and have a deep mistrust for public transport.”

johnny smiled, seemingly amused by your comment, though he made no attempt to respond and stepped aside, allowing you to enter the building.

“reed’s out at the moment. had to pick something up for franklin. you’re more than welcome to wait upstairs whilst he gets back.” he pointed towards a shiny-looking elevator, “here, follow me.”

he lead you over and into the lift, the doors closing behind you with a soft clunk. for a moment, all that surrounded you was the whirring of machinery as you ascended through the building. 

quietly, you looked over at johnny, watching a little as he surveyed the scene out in the streets of the city. he seemed momentarily peaceful, content in the safety of his city, and it comforted you to know that the protector of your peace cared so deeply for it.

you look away as he turns back to you, letting another beat of silence pass between you before he speaks.

“how did you hear about the position?”

meeting his eyes, you give a small, polite smile.

“my professor recommended it to me. said that it sounded like something i would be interested in pursuing. i’ve  always been inspired by what dr.richards does for the everyday man. i figured, why not let the everyday man do something to help him, help us.” you paused for a moment, “well, the everyday woman in this case.”

johnny smiles again, before the elevator stopped with a ding, signalling its arrival at your destination.

“smart. you seem like you know what you’re talking about.” he says, moving into an open living room. “please, make yourself at home. reed’ll be a while yet i think. sue sent him out for franklin’s very specific birthday present, and that was twenty minutes ago so at this rate he might never come back.”

you let out a soft laugh, your eyes wandering about the space. 

even though it felt like you were standing in the middle of a museum the room felt as lived in as your childhood home. there were books piled next to the long, curving couch, ranging from a child’s story of butterflies to darwin’s origin of species. pictures rested on the tabletops nearby, depicting happy family scenes that had you smiling, beside yourself, brushing a delicate finger over the smiling faces of johnny, ben and a young boy you could only assume was franklin, beaming proudly from atop his uncle’s shoulders. 

a clattering from the kitchen caught your attention as johnny appeared again in front of you, holding a box of cereal in his hand. he sank into the couch cushions, shovelling a handful into his mouth and motioning you to join him with a jerk of his head, blonde hair falling from its perfect quaff as he did so. 

“can i ask you something?” johnny turns to you as you perch next to him on the couch, another mouthful of cereal between his teeth.

you nodded, watching the movement of his hands as he ate, catching yourself quickly and carefully redirecting your gaze to his face, waiting for him to continue.

johnny watched you for a moment, his gaze unreadable, before continuing.

“why here? of all the places you could’ve offered your no doubt brilliant mind, why choose reed? i mean he’s a total nightmare to work with, so why willingly subject yourself to that?”

pausing, you looked down at your hands, flattening them against the material of your skirt.

“ever since i can remember i’ve always had a passion for astrophysics. space and the unknown has always been a point of interest to me, but also a source of great fear. i wanted to be an astronaut until i realised i was afraid of actually going into space.” you paused for a moment, looking up and catching johnny’s eye, almost startled by the intent and overwhelmingly interested look he was giving you. you'd never had someone seem so intrigued by what you had to say before and it left you stunned for a moment, unsure of how to react to such a thoughtful gaze, especially coming from one of earth's greatest heroes. 

“and i guess i wanted to make a difference," you began again, watching the way johnny's face flashes with recognition, as if you were speaking his very purpose into existence. 

"i wanted to help people. i always have. i think that we all deserve to be protected and have someone to protect. through science and my studies of what’s out there," you make a vague gesture upwards. "i have a better chance of persevering what’s down here. and only dr. richards and your team have the power to really protect us, so it seemed like-” you paused again, searching for the right words to encompass the depths of your thoughts.

“it seemed like somewhere i belonged. even if i’m not someone incredibly special or important. it doesn’t matter when you’re protecting others, because suddenly your life means so much more than just you. it’s not about self-preservation anymore, but the preservation of others, of the environment that you yourself exist in. otherwise what’s the point? why call yourself a scientist, or a hero, or anything else, when you have nothing to fight for, nothing to drive your towards success.”

johnny sits in silence for a moment, eyes never straying from you.

"well shit." he murmurs, scrubbing a hand across his face and into his hair. "if you don't get the job now then reed's an idiot."

you smile a little, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"thank you." you manage to say, nervous all of a sudden despite your little speech. "i'd really love to work here."

"i can tell." johnny answers, leaning back further into the couch cushions. "y'know i don't think i've ever met anyone so alike myself before. i mean we're motivated by exactly the same things but you're also so different."

your startled by that, tilting your head to the side as you look at him.

"different how?"

johnny goes pale and then bright red, spluttering for a second.

"no! i didn't- i meant- different! not bad different. good different. nice different." he pauses, burying his head in his hands, a sound of pure mortification coming from him.

you smile, calmed by the fact he seemed as nervous as you did.

"and here i thought you knew how to talk to women." you teased lightly, smiling at him as he looks at you, slack- jawed.

"i know how to talk to women thank you very much." he pouts a little, puffing out his chest slightly, regaining that 'johnny storm charm' you'd heard so much about.

"just not wildly confusing ones like you apparently."

you smile again, ready to respond when the elevator dings again, catching your attention as reed comes barrelling into the space.

he catches your eye and pauses for a moment, the look on his face telling you he was trying to work out what you were doing in his home.

"hi, i'm your 3.15 meeting dr.richards." all your schooled professionalism returns to your frame as you stand, reaching your hand out in front of you.

recognition passes through reed as he meets you in the middle, shaking your hand with practised ease. 

"yes, of course. sorry about the delay. shall we?" he gestures back towards the elevator and you nod, casting a glance over your shoulder as you do so, catching johnny's eye and smiling lightly.

"thank you johnny," you say. "for keeping me company."

"oh don't sweat it." he replies with ease, swatting a hand out in front of him, his gaze flickering between you and reed, very obviously calculating something in his mind.

"i have a feeling we'll be seeing each other soon."

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this has the potential of becoming a mini-series but i'm not making any promises. however much i love johnny storm fics i find him so difficult to write for because i'm just getting into fantastic four.

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warren masterlist

that's a silly question (fluff)

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that's a silly question

warren rojas x femreader summary: in the early years of the band you and warren had a habit of getting high together on the balcony late at night. warren also had a habit of asking stupid questions, but that can't be blamed on the weed. [1k]

tw: slight mentions of smoking and weed but it's canon compliant because come on, it's warren.

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"would you still love me if i was a worm?"

the question startles you out of your reverie, smoke curling into your lungs making you cough with a start, leaning your head towards the edge of the balcony to get a clean breathe of air.

warren's warm hand is on your back almost immediately, fingers curving around your waist and tracing small patterns against the material of your sleep shirt. as you regain your breathe he leans up to look at you properly, red-rimmed eyes searching yours, worry pinching his eyebrows together in such a way it has you reaching out to smooth the creases away with the pad of your thumb. he leans into the affection like a cat in the sunlight, smiling up at you as his eyes slipped closed, relishing the feeling of you against his skin.

"what were you saying?" you ask, voice hoarse from the weed and the coughing. 

he opens his eyes to look at you with his best puppy dog expression, the kind you'd told him one evening would melt you on the spot. you regretted that now.

"i said," he started, shifting closer to you, head coming to rest on the bony joint of your knee, "would you still love me if i was a worm?"

this time, you laugh, pushing your hand into his curls.

"war, you'd be a worm." you say it like it's obvious.

"yeah. and i want to know if you would still love me." he replies, leaning his head up into your petting.

your pause for thought has him gasping in outrage, pulling back from your lap like you'd branded him with an iron poker.

"you asshole!"

"i didn't say anything!" 

he pouts at you, "exactly! you had to think about it! that means you wouldn't love me anymore!"

looking at him for a long moment, trying in vain to suppress your laughter, you reach out for him.

"am i a worm too?"

"no, duh." he scowls at you, darting from your grasp. "if we were both worms it would be the same as it is now. i want to know if i got turned into a worm tomorrow would you still love me?"

"but how would i know it was you?" 

"you wouldn't be able to tell?" his voice turns wobbly and high pitched as he speaks, and you reach out to try and comfort the weed-induced melt down you could sense was on the rise.

"well you'd be a worm, and i'd be me still. it'd be kinda hard to tell it was you." you smooth your fingers over his arm, fingers curling around his bicep gently. 

"so you wouldn't love me?" he's still glaring at you, but the pout has disappeared in wake of your touch, softening him out around the edges in the way only you could.

"i'd built you a little ecosystem. and look after you." you say, fingers still curled across his arm, brushing over his skin ever so lightly.

this doesn't seem to placate him for long, favouring a long drag of the blunt you'd discarded in the communal tray, letting the smoke float out into the night between you in thick ribbons of white.

"but you wouldn't love me?"

you sigh, leaning forward to properly invade his space, ducking your head to catch his eyes. 

"it would be pretty difficult to love you like i do now if you were a worm. i would pledge myself to your safety, if that makes you feel any better?"

warren seems to contemplate the offer, looking at you for a moment before a lopsided smile breaks onto his cheeks. 

"i suppose it would." he agrees, leaning fully into you, hands coming back to reclaim their position around your waist, squeezing your skin lightly through your shirt. 

smiling, you skate your fingers up his arms, resting them at the base of his neck. 

"you'd be the most well-kept worm in all the land." you reassure him, smiling at him softly.

he grins at that, pulling you into him, manhandling you until your draped across his lap. you're happy to let him do so, resting your head in the crook of his neck as he brushes one hand across your thigh in slow, almost reverent motions.

"i'd love you if you were a worm." he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

"now that's not fair." it was your turn to scowl now, swatting at his chest as you pulled back to look at him.

"you're making me sound horrible."

warren only smiles, seemingly having got the reaction he wanted, pressing forward to capture your lips softly.

"you're not horrible pretty girl," he coos, pressing a litter of breathy kisses against you face that has you giggling within seconds. "you're just smart. it's why i love you. you're keeping me real."

he reaches out to touch your cheek with the back of his hand, gently stroking down the side of your face, giving you a lopsided grin as he does so.

"you'd be the cutest worm ever."

you laugh softly, not quite knowing what to say in the wake of all his affection.

"you need to go to bed." is what you settle for, squeezing his cheeks between your palms.

his words come out slightly garbled, but the fondness in them still makes your skin tingle.

"only if you're coming with me pretty girl."

you grin, beside yourself, and let him pull you up, a teasing lilt creeping into your voice.

"how else would i protect you from turning into a worm tonight?"

"hey!" he lets out a gasp, "it could happen, then you'd be sorry!"

"sure." you push him towards your bedroom, laughing quietly. "then i'd be without a drummer and a boyfriend."

he looks back at your with a grin.

"see? i knew you'd be totally lost without me."

the affection doesn't get lost in your voice as you reply.

"so lost without you baby."

the grin that spreads across his face doesn't fade until he's beneath your sheets, warm hands pressed wherever they can reach you, one leg casually thrown over yours. 

"love you." he mutters sleepily, eyes drooping the minute his head hits the pillow.

you smile, pressing a feather-light kiss to his shoulder, watching as his breathing evens out.

"love you more." you whisper back, settling beside him.

maybe he would make a loveable worm.

[missingjeffbuckley]

requests: OPEN!

please send all requests to my inbox and make sure to specify which character you'd like and a prompt for that character which can be as specific as you like but please do give a brief plot/scenario of what you would like to see so i have something to go off!

i will write:

fem!reader and gn!reader-please specify if you want something specific because i tend not to use pronouns in my work (or try to) but it is mostly implied that readers in my fics are fem presenting

au's (rockstar, modern, bodyguard, etc)

fluff, hurt/comfort, angst

i won't write:

excessive smut- i'm not the biggest fan of writing smut content

any self-harm/self-injury content

feel free to ask any questions you might have. i'm so grateful for any and all requests sent in even if i don't get around to writing them. if you send in a request give me like a few weeks to see if i can make anything out of it but i can't guarantee i'll be able to write for the request. thank you!!

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izzy's fic masterlist

steve harrington eddie munson robin buckley fred weasley cedric diggory luna lovegood remus lupin sirius black james potter legolas aragorn steve rogers bucky barnes bruce banner thor loki poe dameron kylo ren/ben solo padme amidala bodhi rook will turner johnny storm warren rojas

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characters i write for

just a little fyi i'm not writing for all of these characters all the time! i have some ideas for xreader fics for most of these characters but it's a slow process of me working my way through them so not all these characters will have fics as of yet. these are also, all the characters to request for. if there's any other character that you're desperate for that falls into the same fandom then please do ask and i may write for them but i can't promise anything

stranger things:

steve harrington

eddie munson

robin buckley

harry potter:

fred weasley

cedric diggory

luna lovegood

marauders era:

remus lupin

sirius black

james potter

lord of the rings:

legolas

aragorn

mcu:

steve rogers

bucky barnes

loki

thor

bruce banner

star wars:

kylo ren/ben solo

poe dameron

padme amidala

bodhi rook

miscellaneous:

will turner (potc)

johhny storm (fantastic four first steps)

warren rojas (daisy jones and the six)