congratulations again, sweetheart! 🤍🤍 you deserve all the recognition you receive and then some! i’m so so excited to send this one in!
prompt: “wait a minute, are you jealous?“ with our beautiful boy eddie munson!
you’ve got me
pairing: eddie munson x (f)reader
warnings: minors dni, literally just fluff, jealousy, established relationship, a tiny touch of angst maybe, mentions of the towns cruelty towards eddie.
etc: first off ilysm and let me smooch you, second this boy was made for fluff and softness ok. idc how many smutty things i write for him, he deserves a soft love!!!
The look on his face could kill any enemy, wound any child, make someone walk on the other side of the sidewalk if they saw it—it’s a look you’ve never seen come across his normally soft features. The grumbling that accompanies the look, the “I know they say ignorance is bliss but, seriously? Him?!”
And then it clicks.
“Wait a minute,” you interrupt his continued protests, grab his wrist pulling his attention back over to your table, to you. The deadly scowl gone as he looks at you. Those soft features back. “Are you jealous?” You have to bite back the smile that wants to spread across your face.
“What?” He pulls his wrist from your hold, eyebrows pulling together in a don't-be-ridiculous-glare. “The day I’m jealous of a Hawkins whistleblower will be the same day I get a lobotomy.” He’s making a face as he picks at the food in front of him. There’s a tint of red on his cheeks and you can feel his leg bouncing underneath the table.
He’s totally jealous.
And it was cute, too fucking cute. Because if it was one thing Eddie didn’t have to worry about was someone stealing you away, let alone some jock swaying you to their corner.
You had simply stated that he, the blonde the whole county loved to watch shoot balls into nets, did look better in the new uniforms the school had finally bought. Your eyes had lingered for too long and Eddie had whipped his head around and sent the table a death glare.
The kids sat behind your table cowering at the abrupt mean look and ranting, and raving, that had been almost shouted out across the cafeteria to the aforementioned blonde.
This was the first time you had seen him jealous and you kind of…loved it.
The way his eyes keep flashing up at yours and then back down to his food nervously as he tries his best to put on that mean poker face he uses when he’s playing Dnd—the most unconvincing thing you’ve ever seen, but still the most adorable.
“Eddie,” you say his name so soft, so sweet that you can see the way he melts from it. How his shoulders relax, how his leg stops bouncing. And when you reach over to wrap your arms around his neck, he’s still not smiling, still has that grumpy look on his brows and it makes you smile. “You make jealousy look hot.” You joke, give him your best teasing look.
And that’s what makes him smile. What finally cracks the veil of torture he’s putting himself through mentaly, thinking you’re going to run into the arms of a jock.
You’re leaning closer and placing a kiss to his cheek, “I’m yours, Munson. Men in tights aren’t really my thing.”
Wrong sport, you know. But it makes you laugh when he says, “I could make them work.”
You sigh dreamily, making a show of looking up as if you’re imagining it. “Yeah, just rip some holes in them, muck them up a bit, so sexy.”
Eddie’s laughing against your lips when you press yours to his in a chaste kiss. It had taken him a whole year, and a couple business days, for him to even allow you to hold his hand in public, let alone kiss him. Public displays of affection were something he couldn’t wrap his head around. But constant belittling might do that to you, make you think no one would want to be seen with you.
Which makes this situation—as adorable as it was—bittersweet.
When a whole town tells you you’re a freak and you’re made to feel like one. Undesirable and looked at under a microscope of cruel words because people were ignorant, it was hard to believe when affections were real or just a joke.
But this was real. Your love for Eddie. It always had been and it always would be.
“I love you,” you whisper. Brush hair away from his cheek to place your palm there. “Y’know that right?”
He nods, lips pressed in a tight affectionate smile.
“Gross. Get a room!” Mike is gagging from down the table.
Before you can send the kid a scowl there's a handful of pretzels being thrown at him by Eddie, making the group of you laugh.
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Summary: Steve Rogers' mom had loved stories about romance, especially between two people who saw each other as equals. Pre-serum, fulfilling his mother's wish had seemed a hopeless ideal, and post-serum, equally so. Until he met Natasha.
Length/Warnings: 820 words, no warnings
Equals
Steve’s mom had loved romance novels. Her favorites had always been the ones where a secretary falls for her boss, or a nurse for her patient, but he could remember her complaining: ‘Where are the stories where they’re equals, Stevie? I want to read about them being equals!’
He’d never forgotten, had held that hope in the back of his head like a talisman, but Steve had never expected his romantic life to bring her wish to fruition. He was weak, puny, overlooked. Women wanted someone who could provide for them, who could stand up for them-- and then suddenly, he’d overshot the mark. ‘This Hero Has No Equal!’ one article had crowed.
No equal.
Steve came out of the ice, but it took him awhile to thaw. Once he did, he handled the task of adjusting to modern life, of warming up fairly well, in every way but one. He was… distracted by Natasha Romanoff.
Yes, by her beauty at first, but once he got used to how luminous she always seemed to be, Steve never ‘got used to’ her competency. It always floored him, how Nat was strong in ways he’d never be able to master, lithe when it counted, clever always. Her quick wit and sharp strategic mind left him alternatively in stitches and in awe, and falling for her was so easy he was almost embarrassed it took him so long to realize that’s what he’d done.
He didn’t intend to tell her, of course. That would be an overstep, and if Steve couldn’t be her partner, at least he could be her protector, someone she could count on to see her as-- oh.
An equal.
A couple weeks after that realization, Steve found himself being shoved up against the wall during a sparring session with Natasha. She’d taken him off guard, which was fair. He was still coming to grips with… everything.
“Out with it,” she said, her smaller frame no less threatening or deadly as she held a static weapon bristling with energy at his throat.
“Lunch didn’t agree with me?”
Natasha pushed the weapon closer. If he so much as swallowed hard, it would sting him. “What else?”
He felt completely out of his depth. “Your, ah, uniform shirt is unzipped more than normal,” he admitted. It was the truth, and he’d caught himself staring more than once so far.
Natasha’s smile was feral. “True. And?”
He moved swiftly and without warning, darting sideways and catching her waist with one hand to spin her off-balance. As usual, Nat rolled with the movement and turned it to her advantage, shooting out a kick that stole away his breath for a few seconds. He was fast enough to trap her kicking leg in both hands, yanking her forward into his body.
She should have tried to escape.
She should have pressed her advantage.
Natasha did neither. Instead, she leaped at him, and instinct led Steve to catch her weight at her ass and her back, one leg falling behind to brace the two of them so he didn’t tip over.
“And?” she repeated, one leg on either side of him, a steady hand brushing back his sweaty hair from his forehead.
There was no way his feelings weren’t written all over his face, Steve realized as he looked at her unblinking, green-eyed expression. She’d tricked him into showing her, meaning that she’d figured him out.
The best he could do was hope she felt honored, instead of offended. He’d wanted to be different than other men, for her. He’d wanted to be her equal.
“How long have you known?” Steve asked, entranced, impressed, imprisoned.
“Kiss me and find out,” she suggested archly-- and oh. Oh.
Natasha Romanoff kissed like time was running out, like no one was watching, like she couldn’t get enough. Steve sank to his knees in self-defense, needing to touch her, to ground the two of them with his hands cradling her face, tangled in her hair. His heart hadn’t pounded like this when he’d jumped from an airplane, and when their lips parted enough to catch a breath, he told her exactly that.
“Mine either,” she said, taking his hand from her cheek and pressing it against her too-low zipper, so he could feel for himself.
“So, you’re saying--” he started to say, needing reassurance, but Natasha stopped him with a quick kiss, then drew back.
“I’ve wanted to jump from the airplane before,” she said, a shadow crossing her face for a split second before she refocused on his face, and smiled. “With you, I’m not worried about how we land.”
He pulled her close, unable not to, and as he kissed her hair, her forehead, and her tear-wet cheek on his way to her lips, Steve realized that she could either mean they’d never land, or that she wasn’t worried about the fall.
Summary: during an intimate moment, you find out something weird about Tom.
Warnings: slightly smut (minors please DNI), crack, a lil fluff, language
Word count: 300ish
A/N: it’s blurb night! I decided to write a blurb each night for a week in order to practice. The title comes from Ariana Grande’s song, Positions. Enjoy! Goodnight 🌙
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His fingertips slid down your thigh, leaving a burn on every inch of skin they touched. Diving into these moments with Tom was like accepting being burned alive slowly, like when it's cold outside and you slip into the bathtub to warm up a little. He didn’t touch you with his lips, because he loved teasing you. He just loved brushing the hidden parts of your body, worshipping it, but without grabbing it or kissing you. You felt his presence on yourself like he was a ghost, a breathing wind that caressed your hips. It was fun at the beginning, but now you were starting to get impatient.
“Don’t worry darling, I’ll get there,” he said with a smirk. You could see a playful sparkle in his eyes.
“You’re taking too long, Tom,” you said, sliding your fingers around his wrists.
Suddenly, you switched your positions on the couch, straddling Tom. His eyes grew wide, surprised by your actions. You unzipped his pants, without breaking eye contact with him, while you were unknowingly biting your bottom lip. And then you saw them, a pair of boxers with the image of Spider-Man on them and you burst out laughing.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, still in trance and with some red on his cheeks.
“Are you for real? Spider-Man boxers, Tom?”
He looked down and when he saw them, he laughed too.
“Damn, I forgot! They’re my lucky boxers. I always wear them when I need some fortune,” he said.
“Well, looks like this time they didn’t help you,” you said, with a devilish smile on your face.
He smirked at you.
“I’m gonna get laid by a beautiful girl, aren’t I? I think that they work pretty well,” he replied, finally kissing you.
ummm… WHATTTTTTT?!!! one thousand of you? one thousand people like my shit… i’m-
i can’t even begin to describe the joy i’m feeling rn, i literally cannot believe that i’ve made it to 1k. this is insane 🤭
thank you, thank you, thank you all so much from the bottom of my heart, truly. i’m so thankful for all of you🥲♥️
i’ve made such incredible friendships and i’ve met such incredible people here, that it’s a bit crazy that one app has giving me so much 🥺
but thank you, again. from the bottom of my heart, i love all of you dearly♥️
now onto the actual celebration 😂
y’all know what time it is…
BLURB NIGHT/DAY/WEEK
and the crowd cheers YEESSS YEESSS WOOOO
you can request for everyone listed on my masterlist and you can use any piece of dialogue you come up with or storyline you come up with 😁 (i didn’t find a prompt list🙃)
you can also ask questions about me if you want, everything is welcomed 😌
so please, request and have fun ♥️
ALSO! P.S. i was thinking about doing a face reveal or something but like idk if y’all are up for that sooo lmk, k? 😂
Prompt 5- “You’re a dumbass.” “But I’m your dumbass.”
You watch from backstage as Mötley plays a show. They’re all acting as over the top as usual, drinking and being as obnoxious as possible to give the audience a good show.
The show started well, the band banging out songs and sounding amazing, until a guy in the front row starting acting out. Then all hell broke loose when Tommy, your boyfriend of three years, stood up from his drums and dived into the crowd.
He attacked the heckler, bashing his fist into his face and getting some good punches in. Security rushes in, grabbing Tommy off the guy and forcing him back on stage.
The band leave the stage, too frustrated to continue the show. Tommy comes up to you, holding up his bloodied knuckles to silently ask for you to clean them. You sigh and lead him into his dressing room.
You sit him in his chair before going to grab rubbing alcohol and a rag. You come back and grab his hands, cleaning the small cuts.
“Why the hell would you do that?” You ask, your face cold and serious. Tommy shrugs and sulks slightly.
“He wouldn’t piss off! He shouldn’t have come to the concert if he was just going to fuck with us!” You shake your head and continue to wipe off the blood.
You can’t decide if your mad at him for causing trouble, or amused at his childlike behavior.
“You’re a dumbass,” you state.
“But I’m your dumbass,” he says cheekily. You look up at his face, a small smile cracking your previously stoic expression.
So since I have had absolutely no motivation to write full length fics, I'm hoping that this will give me some motivation.
So welcome to my blurb week - which will be running from the 30th July to the 6th August.
You can send in any request and I'll write a short blurb for it. The requests can be themed however you want, fluff, angst, smut, dark, whatever you want. (I especially appreciate the dark asks)
Welcome to another blurb week! After the great number of requests I got on my last year's birthday, I decided to bring this back. It's winter break here in Brazil! So do you know what that means? I have time to write again (at least for a while). So I'll be hosting a blurb week from July 12th to July 17th as a farewell to my last vacation ever (I hate being a grown-up).
If you want to request a blurb, send it on my ask box for this week and the blurbs will be posted the following week.
REQUESTS CLOSED DUE TO OVER DEMAND
WHO WILL I BE WRITING FOR?
Harrison Osterfield
Tom Holland
Peter Parker
RULES
Fluff and Angst Only!
No smut (if you send a smutty request, it will be ignored)
You can combine prompts
Angst requests can end with fluff or not, it's up to you! (please add your preference on the ask)
You can send me a prompt or an original idea of your own, and it will be posted during blurb week!
Request example: Can I get number # from the prompt list with Harrison?
Hi, I hope you're doing well! Btw, congratulations on reaching 100 followers 🎉! Could I request a Peaky Blinders imagine with the prompt “It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.” where the reader is the youngest Shelby girl (born in 1903) and is very close with Thomas? In the scenario, the reader is having trouble sleeping and she goes to her brother for comfort. Thank you very much in advance ✨💕
a/n: and that’s a wrap, folks! thanks for joining my celebration, here’s to another hundred xx - also thank you, my dude, hope you’re okay and will enjoy the tooth-rotting fluff in this one!!
requests for the blurb week are closed, fics and one-shots are open
fluff #11 - “It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway.”
Your bare feet thomped quietly against the cold concrete floor and you could only count on your sense of touch on the way to your brother’s room in the moonless night. Once you reached the door you had been looking for, you wrapped your fingers gently around the doorknob, delighted to find it unlocked and slipped in smoothly, not wanting to wake Tommy in the process. You could see that he had left a small candle burn on his bedside table and you weren’t sure if it was intentional or if he had simply forgotten about it. You didn’t mind it though- it gave you the chance to watch your brother in his sleep for a few seconds only to be startled by him cocking his gun at you just as he saw you lurking in the shadows.
“For fuck’s sake, Y/N! I almost shot you!” Tommy breathed out, tossing the weapon back onto the small drawer and looking up at you with eyebrows raised in question. “What are you doing here?” He finally asked in a much more gentle voice and you felt encouraged to move closer to him, finally stepping into the weak light of the leftover candle.
“I had trouble sleeping and didn’t want to lie alone in bed all night... Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you, I just wanted someone close,” you whispered, eyes lowered in a thorough examination of your toes so you could avoid your brother’s searching gaze.
“It’s okay, I couldn’t sleep anyway,” he assured you, reaching out for your hand and you let Tommy pull you onto his lap and even tickle your belly, something he hadn’t done since you were a toddler- since he came back from the war. It still felt so natural and it transported you back to a time when everything was much simpler and the world seemed kinder. Even Tom smiled as he saw your frowns in an attempt at strangling your own laughter but once he had let his hands rest around your waist in a protective way and saw your worn-out expression, he was pulled back into reality harshly.
“What’s up with you? Huh?” Tommy put his index finger under your chin and lifted it gently, practically forcing you to finally look into his pale eyes which looked like they held flames inside as they reflected the burning candle- something to resemble the old times just again.
You leaned into his chest and suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion hit you as you finally rested somewhere much warmer and more welcoming than your lonely bed. You shrugged absent-mindedly but still smiled softly when you felt Tommy’s gentle kiss on the top of your head.
“Can I sleep here tonight?” You blurted out, hopeful for the answer to be ‘yes’. You could feel your brother’s chest rise and sink under your head as he inhaled deeply and let out a long sigh, accepting that it wasn’t the time for you to give him answers.
“Alright, lemme tuck you in,” he replied and you climbed onto his bed cheerfully. It was already too small for Tommy himself, let alone both of you but you completely pressed against the wall so only one of your brother’s legs would stick out from under the blankets.
You had to strangle your laughs again when Tommy did as he said and completely wrapped you up in his softest blanket. He finally lowered himself on the old bed closely next to you and enveloped you in his strong arms. You giggled into his chest one last time, right before he scolded you and sent you to sleep and you gladly welcomed it, thus starting your first peaceful night in weeks.
