#event.tea

[inkluvs]

・❥・ tea — send me a blurb request / headcannon

tasm!peter parker :: them genuinely being supportive even with the smallest things like . “i think im gonna do it. i’m gonna buy strawberry flavoured gum instead of mint this time.” and their s/o is like “You’re them. ur a genius. scientists are scared of you. philosophers are terrified of your power. men are in awe of U and you’re mine.”

congratulations again ml <3

and you're mine

a/n: omg i haven't written for peter in a while so i hope this is alright <3 (0.2k)

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“I think I'm finally gonna try that new fast food place, the one I told you about yesterday,” Peter smiled from his spot on the couch, “if you want that too?”

“I do! Swear on my life babe I do. You’re a genius and men are in awe of you and you’re mine.” 

He pulled you back onto the springy cushion, laughing when he notices the way heat seems to bloom in your chest. He was warm, overheating almost, but he always was – something to do with the science of his abilities.

“That I am,” You climbed over him and to the phone on your counter, dialing the number you’d written down earlier. The faint ringing of your phone was all you could hear for about 5 ticks of the clock on your wall until he piped up, apparently unsatisfied with your earlier response.

“No you don’t understand,” his palms were kneading at your calves, his thumbs pushing into the flesh, “philosophers are in awe of your capabilities, scientists are afraid of –”

“Peter,” you cut him off. His thumbs pause for just a moment on your legs as he replies.

“Yeah?”

“D’you want me to call them or not?” He frowned at that, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Can I continue after?”

“Promise,”

[honey-makki]

May I please ask for 15 smut with she/her pronouns for Yuji Terushima? Thank you for all you do. I hope you have clear skin, a good night sleep, and eat the best fried rice ever 😊

I follow your tempo

Wearing the blindfold

Made my way straight to your temple

And pray, baby pray, baby pray

My phone is full of fuckin' photos

You and me doing things

aspirin- phoebe ryan

What do your boyfriend adventure, spontaneity, and danger have in common?

Surprisingly all of them are integral in your sex life. There is something about the tine of panic that flows through your body at the thought of being caught that makes you want to jump on Terushima whenever the opportunity arises. 

Finding a dark corner that you can slip into. One where he can slip your panties to the side and bury his cock in you. Not enough light to divulge what’s happening. Showing you bouncing forward and the sweat dripping down your neck. Every time he takes his phone out and takes a selfie. It might not look lewd at first glance but you can always see the disheveled clothes and hair, the glassy looks in your eyes. If he is feeling bold he might snap a pic of you bent over in front of him with a crowd in the distance. 

Both of you are fond of slipping your hand between the other's legs at the dinner table with your parents. Watching you muffle your moans and mind your facial expressions is probably Terushima’s favorite thing. He can’t help but take “candid” photos of you wearing vibrating panties or you when he just made you cum under the table. 

You never thought about exhibitionism before Teru, but now it's your favorite pastime. Even fucking against the window, staring at your neighbor across the street.  You let him guide you down this path of depravity and you can’t wait to see where it goes next. 

[inkluvs]

Hiii bby ivy !!! I'm here again, I'm seriously so happy and proud of you, you are such a beautiful soul and a sweet human being, you bring so much joy into a lot of people's lives, I love you so so much ♡.

Tea - one is having a bad hair day and their convo goes like “it’s awful. “it’s fine.” “i am hideous.” “it’s really not that bad.” “i can’t leave the house like this.” “you’re beautiful to me *shrug*.” “STOP LYING.” I feel like this would be amazing with bby steve or robin, feel free to choose wich one♡.

can barely tell

a/n: hehe okay sorry this took so long baby <3 tw: excessive use of the petname honey for steve ; him being a little dramatic ; (0.3k)

steve harrington x fem! reader

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Steve ran his hand through his hair for what must’ve been the hundredth time, pushing the front pieces this way and that before looking at you, honey-brown eyes glinting with unshed tears. His own reflection stared back at him from the mirror; the fingerprint smudges distorting the otherwise picture perfect image of him. 

“What’s the matter,” you murmured, “somethin’ happen?”

“My hair,” he sniffed, swallowing harshly, “it’s awful.” Laughter bubbled in the base of your throat, and he pouted, still messing with a few strands. Steve had gotten a haircut, had insisted that his hair was getting too long, and he’d come home sniffling, mumbling about how the lady had cut off too much and he was ruined, that he’d never leave the house again. You couldn’t help but smile, the change was barely noticeable, and here he was, in tears.

“S’not awful, honey, ’s fine,” you promised, “can barely tell.”

“I’m hideous,” he whined, “stop lying to me.”

“Honey, it really isn’t that bad,” you insisted, smoothing your thumb over his hairline.

“ve got to stay home till it grows out. It could take forever,” he wiped harshly at his eyes, drying the tears haphazardly, “you’ve gotta tell everyone that I’m sick, that I’ve got a terminal illness or something.”

“You’re beautiful to me,” you shrugged, almost laughing at how his frown deepened.

“Stop lying,” he insisted.

“‘M not honey, swear on my life, but,” you swallowed, considering your words carefully, “if it’s really an issue, I could try trimming it?”

“You’d do that?” his eyelashes fluttered.

“To keep you from stayin’ home and poutin’ all day? Anything,” you mumbled, fingers already combing through the strands, “this much seem okay?”

“Anything to fix it,” he whispered, “can’t go ’round calling myself Steve’ the hair’ Harrington if my best feature’s ruined.”

[inkluvs]

・❥・ tea — send me a blurb request / headcannon (inspo here and here)

omg maybe “i made some cookies. would you like some” from the neighbors to lovers prompt list with eddie munson pleeaseee🤞😭

come on in, sweetheart

a/n: wooo i hope u like this i love neighbor eddie <3 <3

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The longer you stared at the timer the slower time seemed to become, the ticks of the small hand becoming fewer and farther between as you turned on the oven light to check on the state of your cookies. If things continued the way they are now it seemed like they would need an extra ten minutes, just to make sure they were fully baked and you wouldn’t be feeding your new neighbor raw dough. So you sat there, turning the oven lights back on whenever they switched off automatically, your eyelashes fluttering as you stared at the tray inside.

Had you done something wrong? You’d followed the recipe down to the last letter.

The oven alarm went off seconds later, startling you from your thoughts. Opening the oven door, you picked up the tray without a second thought.

shit

The pain shooting through your arm was blinding. You dropped the cookie tray onto the counter just as quickly as you’d picked it up. Running your hand under the tap, you touched the now-tender skin of your palm gingerly, wincing at the slight sting. 

It’s fine, you decided, taking out a bowl from your cabinet. It really wasn’t that serious of a burn. The way your skin prickled when it made contact with the glass directly contradicted that statement, but you chose to ignore it, instead placing the cookies into the bowl one by one. 

The chill of your door knob was a welcome one, soothing the sting for a split second as you stepped outside your house and into the summer heat. Your stomach churned as you started the 15-second journey to your neighbor's house, your shoes slightly dragging on the pavement.

You stopped in front of the door and for a second you hesitated, wondering whether it was really worth it to try and get to know your neighbor. But before you could turn around the door opened, revealing Eddie behind it. His hair was tied up, leaving the stark veins of his neck on display. You didn’t mean to stare, really, but you couldn’t help it, the clear contrast of the green veins against his skin catching your eye.

He interrupted the beginning of your thought process, “D’you want something?”

“I made these,” you breathed, flicking your eyes back to his own.

“Figured,” Your confidence was slowly slipping with each monotone response he offered you.

“And I was wondering if you wanted any?” 

“They chocolate chip?”

You shook your head, “Plain chocolate, that an issue?”

The door swung open and he smiled, “Come on in, sweetheart.”

[inkluvs]

IVY!! happy 200 baby :) not only do i adore your precious brain, but i adore your lovely personality & heart. you are always so so kind, & yeah, i just needed you to know i love & appreciate you <3

i wanted to order a tea please :)

headcannon idea: platonic stobin (if youd be open to writing it) with this prompt ⇩

you're like a damn ball

hehe okay i hope i did alright <3 (0.2k)

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Robin’s shift was almost over, the sun dipping behind the horizon and leaving a splash of colors in its descent. Steve was late; By 2 minutes exactly but he was late nonetheless, and she’d make sure to bring it up. It was funny really, the way Robin still seemed to be bouncing at the end of her shift and Steve had just pulled up and he looked like he’d been hit by a bus. The look worked for him, but she’d never say. After all, it was her job to keep him humble.

“If you keep frowning like that it’ll be permanent,” Steve rolled his eyes like a petulant child, “in fact, I’m surprised you aren’t stuck like that already.”

“I’m plenty optimistic when I’m sleeping at night,”

“Steve,”

“Yeah,”

“You do realize you volunteered for this right?”

“Under the impression that you needed the sleep more than me but obviously you don’t. Look at you, you're like a damn ball.”

“I am not” 

She was. 

“It’s too late to argue, you gonna hand me the keys or not?”

“Steve, it’s eight.”

“Keys,” she tossed it to him as she walked to her car and he caught it, barely, but he did. 

“‘Kay, stay safe, don’t fall asleep, good night.”

“I’d be sleeping if this was a good night,”

“Steve,” 

“Night,” her head was stuck out the window as she waved goodbye, the wind blowing through her hair.

[honey-makki]

hi! congrats again! sorry i forgot to put the prompt in my last ask.. whoops! can i please have oikawa torū, 11 + fluff, and they/them prons for the reader? thank you so much!

And I've been having me a real fun time

And it feels so nice to know I'm gonna be alright

this feeling- alabama shakes

Oikawa finally flew you out to be with him in Argentina for a weekend. He needed time to adjust and finally, you managed to grab some time off. He had greeted you eagerly at the airport, excited to finally see you again but just as eager to show you around the place he now calls home. 

You ended up at a small festival on your third night there and you see Oikawa interacting with vendors in broken Spanish to buy you some of his favorite treats that he’s been talking about forever. His eyes light up every time he gets an interaction right, and you can't help but smile at the furrow of his brows while searching for the right word. 

You have tugged along to the beach where he just wants to walk and watch the ocean with you. Catching up on the phone isn’t the same time as being able to see you, being able to touch you while you talk. He has a bounce in his step chattering about nearby late-night dining options 

It’s been so long since you could just be with him. Watching all of his little habits and reactions made you feel like you were getting to know him again for the first time. Falling in love with him again, but there are no nerves this time, just the sweet feeling of knowing that everything is gonna be alright. 

He stops walking when he reaches a rocky outcrop. He helps you up to the taller rock where you both sit together. The conversation lulled but it's ok, for the first time in a while, you both got to watch the moon together and it feels just right.