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bruisedboys ¡ 1 year
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🍓 - “say it again, pretty.” with Sirius <3
the way I got so excited when I saw this request. this was one of my fav dialogue prompts and I’m sososo glad I got to pair it with sirius. love u babe hope this is okay!!
gn!reader 0.4k words
Sirius’s mouth is diligent on your neck. His lips are parted and wet as he works his way from a spot behind your ear downwards, smothering you with hot, open mouthed kisses that have you squirming underneath him. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, worse when his tongue swipes over your skin, followed quickly by a not-so-gentle scraping of his teeth.
You gasp, fingers curling tighter where they’re buried in his dark hair. You’re sure you’re hurting him but maybe in a good way. With the way he’s kissing you, you think you’re right about that.
“Sirius,” you breathe out, more a moan than an actual word. “Sirius, baby …”
Sirius stops abruptly. You miss his heat immediately. He pulls away, hovering over you like some sort of angel, his forearms braced on either side of your head. His chest is heaving. You think maybe almost as deeply as yours.
He’s staring at you in a way you don’t understand. Dark eyes hooded by thick lashes, his lips parted and kiss-bitten, so swollen you want to kiss them til he can’t breathe. Still, he’s not saying anything. You frown.
“What?” You ask, breathless and quiet. And then, because you can’t help yourself, “Why’d you stop?”
A grin breaks out across Sirius’s face. “Angel,” he coos, in what you think is a fond, adoring tone. “Did you just call me ‘baby’?”
You think you stop breathing. You hadn’t meant to call him that. You hadn’t even realised. And now he’s looking at you like he wants to eat you. You pull your hands from his hair and cover your burning face with them instead.
Sirius protests immediately. “Hey, don’t get all shy on me. Come back out, sweetheart.”
He shifts his weight to one arm, his body flush with yours, and with the other he pulls at your wrists until you stop resisting. It doesn’t take much. He’s strong. And you’re putty in his hands, clearly.
“Say it again, pretty,” he says, voice low and quiet. If you didn’t know any better you’d say he’s almost pleading with you. He’s got both your hands in his big one, holding them to his chest so you can’t use them to hide. “Call me that again.”
You flush all over, your body tingling, heat licking it’s way up your neck and face. The way he’s looking at you, the way he’s talking to you, you’re surprised he’s doing such a good job containing himself.
“Baby,” you say, shy and quiet and barely there.
But it’s good enough for Sirius. He grins wolfishly. “Yeah, honey?”
You pull your hands from his grip and bury them in his hair again, pushing his lovely dark locks from his face before tugging his head back down to your neck, silently telling him what you want.
He takes the hint.
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bruisedboys ¡ 1 year
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🍓 — how about “good girl” with eddie GIGGLES
this is really short I’m sorry
fem!reader 0.3k words
“Sweetheart,” Eddie says. “Finish your food.”
You push further into his side instead of doing what he says. You’re tired and he’s comfortable and yes, you’re hungry, but you don’t feel like picking up the fork and putting the food in your mouth. It’s too much work.
Eddie laughs at your disobedience. “Y/N,” he says, faux serious but it’s so convincing anyone else would think he’s actually scolding you.
Steve sure does, throwing you a somewhat alarmed look from across the table where he and Robin are sitting. You wave him off.
“I’m too tired,” you complain to Eddie. You take his wrist in your hands because it’s pretty, and he’s wearing his silver bracelets with the cool charms and he’s very distracting even when he’s not trying. You toy with his fingers and pretend he’s not sighing at you.
“Too tired to eat?” Robin gawps. “Even if I hadn’t slept for three days I’d have energy to eat.”
She proves it by continuing to happily dip handfuls of fries into her milkshake. Steve wrinkles his nose at her.
Eddie tries again. “Y/N, honey,” he says, exasperated now. “Eat your pancakes. Then we can go home and you can sleep.”
You pull your face from his shoulder to look at him. He’s staring down at you, stern but there’s a kindness behind his eyes that you don’t miss.
“Ugh, fine,” you groan, only because you want to go home and go to bed, not because he’s extremely convincing and too pretty to say no to. You push yourself off of his shoulder to scoop your fork up. You shovel a forkful of pancake into your mouth and don’t hate it as much as you should.
Eddie gets an arm around your waist and ducks his head to kiss your hairline. “Good girl,” he says quietly, so Robin and Steve can’t hear.
The warmth in your chest has nothing to do with the pancake you just ate.
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bruisedboys ¡ 1 year
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🍓 — send in a character + a dialogue prompt for a blurb!
“you can kiss me, you know” with lil baby eddie munson <33
summary: eddie kisses shy!you when he gets back from band practice
shy!gn!reader 0.7k words
Eddie comes home from band practice to find you fast asleep on his bed. Your hair is splayed out across his pillows, your shirt rides up your back, exposing a sliver of skin, and your arm dangles over the edge of the bed.
Eddie feels, for a moment, like all the breath has been knocked out of his chest. There you are, so pretty, so lovely, fast asleep on his bed in his room. He stands in the doorway and takes a few seconds to catch his breath.
When his heart’s stopped racing he moves to put his stuff down, hanging his guitar on the wall next to his mirror and shrugging out of his jacket, throwing it over his desk chair. He’s quiet with his movements but you stir anyway. Eddie freezes, but it’s too late, you’re already awake.
You lift your head off the pillows and blink blearily until your eyes land on Eddie.
“Eddie,” you say, voice raspy but no less sweet than usual.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Eddie says, rushed. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep, if you want to.”
You shake your head and it’s maybe the cutest thing Eddie’s ever seen. Your hair is all rumpled and you’ve got a sleepy pout on your lips.
“No. It’s okay, I hadn’t meant to fall asleep, anyway.” You sit up all the way and tuck your hair behind your ears, cross your legs underneath yourself and look at Eddie expectantly. “How was band?”
Eddie has to take a moment to compose himself, to force his breaths to stop coming in so fast. Something about you, all lovely and homey and adorable sitting in his bed, is really messing with his heart. In a good way.
“It was good,” he says, his voice comes out sounding strained. He clears his throat and tries again. “It was good, thanks for asking, lovely. What did you do while I was gone?”
You shrug. “Read my book. Fell asleep. It was boring without you.”
Eddie thinks his heart does a triple backflip. Butterflies swarm in his stomach at your words and your shy smile.
“Is that so?” He asks, trying to sound as cool and collected as he can when he’s the total opposite.
It works. You go all shy, dipping your head to stare at your knees. It’s adorable. Eddie can’t take it any longer, he strides across the room and closes the gap between you, his knees pressing into the edge of the bed.
He gets a hand under your chin and encourages your head up, lifting until you’re looking at him, your jaw cupped in his hand. You’re somehow even prettier up close. Eddie grins.
“I missed you,” he says, because he did, and if he doesn’t tell you he might burst.
You positively beam. Your cheeks go all plump and flushed and your eyes crinkle at the corners. Eddie thinks his heart misses a few crucial beats.
“I missed you too,” you say softly.
Eddie’s eyes are drawn to your lips. It was inevitable. Your mouth is moving around your words, so why shouldn’t he look? He thinks you’ve caught him looking because you flush all over again.
“Eddie,” you say, a little chiding, a lot fond. You look like you’re trying very hard not to smile. “You can kiss me, you know.”
Eddie doesn’t need to be told twice. He bends at the waist to kiss you, his knees pressing into the bed and his free hand moving to brace himself on the mattress next to your hip. His mouth meets yours in a chaste kiss, one that has his heart pounding, though he’s not sure it’s going quite as fast as yours. His hand slips to your neck and his thumb brushes your pulse point. It’s racing.
He pulls back to spare both your hearts and you’re smiling when he does. Eddie moves back swiftly, lest he start kissing you until you can’t breathe. He can’t have that.
“Are you hungry?” He asks, because he’s feeling too much for you and it’s overwhelming. A distraction is very necessary. “We can go to McDonald’s, maybe?“
You smile and nod. “Okay,” you say, then, mischievously, “I’m paying.”
Eddie fakes a glare at you. You’re always offering to pay. He thought it was supposed to be the boyfriend’s job to pay for things. Then again, he’s not exactly in the habit of saying no to you. His glare turns into a fond smile very quickly.
“Whatever you want, angel.”
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bruisedboys ¡ 1 year
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🎀 mechanic! eddie pls. 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
omg of course babe. this is so short I’m sorry
gn!reader 0.4k words
You’re sitting on the hood of your car with a magazine, legs dangling as the sun beats down on you. You definitely should’ve put sunscreen on. You’re burning, but you can’t be as hot as Eddie, who’s wedged underneath your car trying to fix something you don’t understand.
“How’s it going down there, Eds?” You ask, folding yourself in half over the hood of the car in an effort to be in his line of vision.
Eddie grunts. “Not good.” He scoots out from under the car, appearing in a mess of grease and sweat and curly dark hair. He’s still pretty as ever. It helps that he’s shirtless.
“What’s the problem?” You ask, though you both know if he tries to explain it to you it’ll go through one ear and out the other. You’ve never understood cars. Hence the mechanic boyfriend.
Eddie graciously summarises it for you, saving you from the frustrating details. “Needs a new part, I think,” he says. He sits up and scrubs the back of his head. “Fuck, it’s hot.”
You hum sympathetically and hop off the car, grabbing your water bottle from the front seat through the window. You plop down on the concrete next to Eddie.
“Here,” you say, handing him the water bottle.
Eddie smiles at you, all big and charming. “Thanks, sweetheart.”
He takes a big sip of water and you watch him, watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down with each gulp, watch his chest inflate and deflate. His tattoos a stark black against his pale skin. He drives you mad sometimes. In a good way.
“Don’t worry about the car for now,” you say, half distracted by your wildly attractive boyfriend. “I can just get Steve to drive me everywhere like Robin does.”
Eddie laughs and sets down the water bottle. “Or you could get me to drive you around. You know, ‘cos I’m your boyfriend.”
You giggle. “Right, sorry,” you say, faux sincere. “I forgot about that.”
“Forgot?” Eddie gawps, incredulous.
You’re still giggling as he twists his torso so he’s facing you and gets an arm on either side of you, caging you against the car door.
“Do you need a reminder?” He asks, all fake sweet.
You think you know what that means, by the way he’s staring at your lips.
You grin. “Yes, please.”
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bruisedboys ¡ 1 year
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🎀 - send in a character + an au for a blurb! e.g rockstarleddie, rugby!james etc. add a prompt if you'd like
rockstar!eddie x shy!sound tech who he loves to flirt with. but only he’s allowed to <3
aerial i love u for this
summary: rockstar!eddie loves to flirt with you (and look after you)
shy!fem!reader 0.8k words
Eddie has this way of finding you wherever you are, even when you’re trying to hide from him. You’ve snuck away to the lobby of the venue his band is set to play at in a few hours. You need a break from all the sounds and commotion that come with being a part of the sound team. Your break doesn’t last very long.
The door to the main concert hall opens and even though you’re looking at your laptop, you know it’s Eddie because you can hear his jewellery jingling. He wears a lot of jewellery.
“Hi, pretty girl,” he says jovially. You don’t look up for fear of swooning on the spot. “Whatcha doin’?”
“Work,” you say quietly, even though you’re not working at all because your fingers have gone still over the keys at Eddie’s arrival.
“I thought you were taking a break.” You can hear Eddie’s frown. Again, you don’t look up because you think if you do, you’ll melt into a puddle.
“I am,” you insist.
Eddie sighs loudly. You know he’s not sighing at you, but for you. He’s always telling you to stop overworking yourself. You sometimes listen.
You’re still staring at your laptop screen when Eddie’s legs appear in front of you. His scent washes over you, cologne and musk and something metallic. He smells exactly like you’d expect a rockstar to smell like. His hand reaches out and he hooks a ring-clad finger under your chin, pushing gently, forcing you to look up.
When you finally look Eddie in the eyes you know how much of a mistake it is. He’s pretty, beautiful really, with his wild curly hair and his big dark eyes, his pale skin, tattoos peeking out from the edges of his clothing. You flush just looking at him. Then you remember his hand at your jaw and flush some more.
“Sweetheart,” he says sympathetically. A frown pulls at his pretty lips and you think you’d like to kiss it away, then immediately scold yourself for that rogue thought. Eddie ignores your flustered quiet, as usual. “You gotta stop taking on so much. There are other people to do some of the jobs you do. If you keep at it like this, you’ll make yourself sick, you know?”
You nod even though you don’t particularly agree. You like doing the jobs you do, you like making yourself so busy you barely have time to think. If you have too much time to think you’ll think about Eddie, and you really don’t want that.
“Can I sit with you?” He asks, as soft as you’ve ever heard him. “We don’t have to talk, if you don’t want to.”
You nod again and finally find your voice. “Okay.”
Eddie smiles, gives your jaw a squeeze and then plops down next to you. Again, you get a whiff of his heavy rockstar scent. It makes you dizzy in a good way.
Silence falls over the two of you. You don’t turn back to your laptop, because you know Eddie will protest. You sit and try not to breathe too loud, try not to let your leg touch Eddie’s or your hand brush over his thigh. It’s been all but two minutes before Eddie starts talking again. You hadn’t expected him to stay quiet for very long.
“You know …” he says slowly, and you brace yourself for what’s coming. “I saw you laughing at something Garrett said earlier. What was that all about?”
You’re so confused you forget all about his closeness and turn to look at him, quizzical. He’s looking at you in a way you don’t understand.
“What?” You ask, a bit surprised.
“Earlier!” Eddie says earnestly, as if trying to justify himself. “When we were waiting for the mics to come back on, and you and Garrett were talking and he said something, and you laughed real loud and— shit, I sound jealous don’t I?”
You gawp. He had sounded a little bit jealous, and that plus the look he’s giving you is enough to make your heart skip a beat. Eddie? Jealous because you’d laughed at his bandmate’s joke? You think maybe you’re dreaming.
“No!” You rush to say, after a too-long pause. “No, um. You didn’t.”
But Eddie groans and buries his face in his hands. “I so did.”
You don’t know what else to do so you put a tentative hand on his shoulder. He’s firm under your hand, strong. You’d like to touch him forever, you think.
“I didn’t really think his joke was funny,” you say shyly. “I just laughed so it wouldn’t be awkward.”
Eddie straightens up and whirls on you, your hand dropping from his shoulder. You miss his heat immediately but you’re quickly distracted by his knee pressing into your thigh.
“Really?” He asks, his eyes wide and too hopeful.
You giggle. “Well, yeah. It was an awful joke, Eddie.”
Eddie laughs now, a lovely chesty laugh, and you want to savour the sound forever.
“Please don’t tell him I said that,” you say quietly, even though you know he wouldn’t.
Eddie grins wolfishly. “Not a chance, sweetheart.”
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bruisedboys ¡ 1 year
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for the 2k celebration
🧸 remus + reader holding remus face
congratulations!
summary: you collect a drunk remus
fem!reader 0.6k words
“Wait til I tell Remus you’re here,” Sirius says, opening his apartment door. “He’s drunk off his ass and he’s been asking for you for like, a bloody half hour.”
You huff. “Hello to you, too.”
Sirius grins and lets you in. “He’s in the living room,” he says, sounding exasperated and like Remus is maybe worse than you’d initially thought. “Good luck, doll.”
You spare Sirius a sarcastic smile before making your way to the living room. You spot Remus almost immediately, not because he’s the centre of attention, he never is, but because it’s like you’ve got eyes only for him sometimes. He’s smooshed on the couch between James and Marlene, looking totally hard done by.
“Y/N!” James cheers, spotting you in the doorway first, because Remus is too busy struggling to keep his eyes open. “Thank goodness you’re here.”
He elbows Remus, whose head is thrown back against the couch cushions as he squints at the overhead lights. Remus whirls on James, so fast you’re worried it makes him dizzy.
“What do you want?” He grumbles, as if he’s been interrupted from doing something very important. Like staring at Sirius’s light fixture.
James laughs, thankfully. You suppose Remus has been this far gone for a while now. “Your girlfriend’s here,” he says. “Look.”
Remus follows James’s finger, looking like he doesn’t believe him until his eyes land on you. You beam and wave.
Remus’s face lights up. “Y/N,” he slurs, more of an affectionate, sticky sound than a word.
Sirius, who’s come up behind you, sniggers.
You ignore him. “Hi, Remus,” you say sweetly. You cross the room until you’re right in front of him, his knees pushing into your legs. He stares up at you all drunk and lovesick, a goofy smile on his mouth. You push a mess of curls from his forehead and his smile grows. “How’re you feeling, baby?”
“Perfect now you’re here,” Remus beams.
Everyone groans, not including you. Remus doesn’t even take notice. His eyes have fallen to your stomach. He pinches at the fabric of your shirt.
“You’re wearing my shirt,” he says, like he’s had an epiphany, like you’ve never worn an item of his clothing before. His hands slide over your stomach and around your waist, clasping against the small of your back. He looks up at you, his chin digging into your stomach, with far too much fondness for a public setting like this. “Looks good on you, gorgeous.”
Another round of groans, though you’re starting to think the groaning is more affectionate than annoyed. Either way, you think you better get your poor drunk boyfriend out of here before he embarrasses himself further.
“Thank you, Remus,” you say. You manage to squeeze your forearms in between his chest and your stomach so you can take his face in your hands. His head goes heavy in your hands and he smiles drunkenly.
“You ready to go home?” You ask him, dragging your thumbs over his cheekbones.
He nods. “Please,” he says, then, because he’s Remus and will never pass up an opportunity to be annoying, even when drunk, he grips the back of your shirt and puts on a pleading tone. “Get me out of here, Y/N.”
Marlene scoffs and reaches over to smack him on the back of his head (gently). James and Sirius protest loudly, and Lily just smiles as you tug Remus to his feet and get an arm around his back.
“Bye, everyone,” you say brightly, though Remus is already trying to drag you out of the room without saying goodbye. “See you Friday!”
You miss the goodbye’s from your friends because Remus has tugged you out into the entryway. He’s clinging to your — well, his — shirt like it’s a lifeline, his hands warm even through the fabric.
“Remus, honey.” You say, laughing. “What’s the rush?”
“M’tired,” he says, and he sounds it. He stops walking and looks up at you, all messy hair and droopy eyes, very pathetic-looking if you’re being honest. You won’t tell him that. “Wanna go to bed with you.”
You melt at that, rubbing his back with one hand while the other pushes his flop of hair from his eyes. You smile at him. “What are we waiting for, then?”
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bruisedboys ¡ 1 year
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can i request grumpy x sunshine with remus pls!! maybe he’s the grumpy one but reader is just sweet and full of love and he adores them for it 🫶🏻🫶🏻 congrats on 2k!!!
summary: remus is mean to his friends but totally soft with you
fem!reader 0.5k words
You’re almost at the pub when Remus calls you. You answer your phone embarrassingly fast.
“Remus?”
You hear a collection of sounds on the other end of the line, something that sounds like James’s roaring laughter, and a rippling of voices and music in the background.
“Hi, dove.”
He sounds agitated. Annoyed. You frown.
“Are you okay, baby?” You ask.
“I’m fine, just—“ Remus cuts himself off to sigh frustratedly. His voice goes muffled like he’s pulled his phone away from his ear. “Shut up, Sirius, please.”
There’s a scuffling on the line that sounds suspiciously like Remus shoving Sirius, followed by Sirius’s voice saying, “Hey!”
Another sigh and then Remus’s voice is back and clear again. “Sorry, angel. Sirius is being a twat. James, too. How long til you get here?”
There’s a smidge of desperation in his tone that you don’t miss.
“I’m nearly there,” you say, and quicken your pace. “I’ll be two minutes, tops.”
“Will you stay on the phone with me til then?” He asks, quiet enough that you know he’s hoping he won’t be heard by his friends. “Otherwise I think I might punch someone in the face.”
You giggle. If anyone else heard him say it they’d think he was serious, but you know he’s not. Not yet, anyway.
“Of course.”
Remus doesn’t have to endure his annoying friends for much longer. You arrive in a flurry of smiles and a kiss on the cheek each for his friends. Then you turn on him and beam and you look so pretty Remus forgets to frown.
“Hi, Remus,” you say, even though you just hung up from being on the phone with him seconds ago.
“Hi, angel,” he says back, half as enthusiastic but twice as fond.
Remus feels like the luckiest guy alive when you move to stand over him and press your smiling mouth to his, in your lovely dress covered in daisies and your eyes all bright and pretty. You taste like strawberry lip balm. He pulls you down for another kiss before you can get away, his big hand spread over your waist. You giggle against his lips and he thinks you’re the loveliest girl he’s ever met.
He’s smiling as you take your seat, though he’s trying to hide it from James and Sirius. It doesn’t work. They see the way he’s looking at you, the way he pulls you as close as humanly possible. They see his smile, even though it’s small.
“Holy shit, Y/N,” James says seriously, leaning forward over the table on his elbows. “You’ve gone and turned him into a whole different man.”
Sirius laughs loud. It irks Remus more than it should.
“Shove off, Prongs,” he says, but it comes out weaker than he’d meant because you’re trailing your soft fingers over his forearm, your touch setting his skin alight.
“See what I mean?” says James gleefully. “You should’ve seen him before you got here, I thought he was gonna bite my head off.”
Remus glares. “I still will.”
James guffaws. “No, you won’t.”
“Leave him alone, James,” you say, sounding about as mean as Remus has ever heard you, which isn’t really very mean at all. But you’ve tightened your grip on his arm and you’re pouting at James.
Maybe Remus won’t bite James’ head off. For your sake.
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thank you for reading! please consider reblogging if u enjoyed 🤍
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bruisedboys ¡ 1 year
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Congrats for 2k! You totally deserve it and i love you writing sm <3 to celebrate, could i ask for 🍓 with Eddie with this dialogue “you’re so pretty.” “I’m what?” “I said you’re so pretty.”? where reader is admiring Eddie in every possible way and he can't believe when she tell him he's pretty
summary: eddie gets flustered when you call him pretty
gn!reader 0.6k words
Eddie’s heart is going a mile per minute. And all you’re doing is holding his hand.
“So like, Robin said Steve lost it, but he said she lost it, so now I don’t— Eddie? Are you okay?”
Eddie blinks. He realises you’ve stopped walking and you’re staring at him, a concerned pout on your pretty features. He resists the urge to squish your cheeks.
You’re looking at him expectantly. Eddie doesn’t exactly know why. He’d stopped listening to your voice the moment you’d grabbed his hand.
“W-What?” He stammers, then desperately tries to stabilise his voice. “Sorry, what did you say?”
Your frown only grows deeper. Eddie wants desperately to kiss it away.
“I said are you okay?” You repeat slowly. “You’re quiet.”
“Oh, I’m fine,” Eddie says, too loud. He tones it down when he sees your concern grow, shrugging like he’s not bothered at all. “Just thinking, I guess.”
You tilt your head to the side, confusion pulling at your brows. You look adorable like this. Like a puppy. “About what?” You ask, squeezing his hand.
Eddie wonders if his hand is sweating. Then he wonders if you’d find it gross if it was.
“It’s a secret,” he says, because he was definitely thinking about you and he’s not about to admit that.
A grin spreads across your face slowly. Eddie watches the corners of your lips quirk up and a few of your teeth appear and almost melts into a puddle.
“Really?” You ask, like you’re as enthralled by him as he is by you.
Eddie nods. “Mhm. Really.”
You stare at him and Eddie thinks for a second that maybe he’s said something wrong. Or done something wrong. But then you’re pointing to a spot in his hair.
“You’ve got something in your— wait, let me.” You push up onto your toes and Eddie tries not to breathe too loud or too fast when you lean over him and pull something out of his hair. You’re gentle as ever, touch so feather light Eddie wouldn’t have felt it if he wasn’t so fixated on you. Your scent washes over him for one blissful second. Sweet, flowery, something like honey and lavender.
You pull away with a tiny leaf pinched between your fingers. “A leaf,” you say amusedly, flicking it away.
All at once you and Eddie both seem to realise how close you are. You’ve stepped into his space to retrieve the rogue leaf, and you haven’t yet stepped out. Your hand is still in his and your faces are inches apart. You’re staring at Eddie so intensely he thinks he might die. He’s about to make some stupid joke about leaves when you say,
“You’re really pretty.”
Eddie startles. He’s not quite sure he heard you right. “I’m what?”
You giggle, a breathless, lilting sound that has Eddie’s heart soaring. “I said you’re really pretty,” you say lightly, like it’s a normal thing to say, like Eddie doesn’t feel like he’s on fire from head to foot right now. “Your eyes especially.”
Eddie thinks he’s dreaming. He blinks extra hard to make sure he’s not. “Th-thanks…” he stutters, hardly embarrassed by it because his mind is too busy repeating your compliment over and over, like a broken record.
You beam. “You’re welcome. C’mon, let’s go, or Dustin’ll have our heads for being late.”
You take off walking, your hand in his. Eddie has no choice but to follow. You’re at the Henderson’s front door by the time he remembers to tell you he thinks you’re pretty, too. You smile so big Eddie’s sure it hurts your cheeks.
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bruisedboys ¡ 1 year
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Hi! 🧸 with poly!marauders and the prompt being a mixture of messy kisses and lazy kisses, if you can’t do both messy and lazy kisses it’s fine if you pick just one of the two I don’t mind
hi hi yes of course! this is my first every time writing a poly relationship so I hope it’s okay!! I’m scared tbh
summary: you and your boyfriends love to kiss
fem!reader x poly!marauders 0.9k words
You and James have been left to your own devices. You and James are notorious for getting up to all sorts of trouble when you’re alone.
In your defence, it’s Remus and Sirius’s fault. Remus always insists on cooking, and Sirius has been extra clingy to Remus today, and so they’ve both ended up in the kitchen cooking dinner, leaving you and James by yourselves in the bedroom.
James is using this time to his advantage. He’s been kissing you nonstop for about half an hour. You can’t say you’re complaining. You’re pretty sure James is one of the best kissers on the planet.
He’s got his hands on your hips, coveting the skin there, his fingers brushing over stretch marks and pushing into your flesh like he wants to leave a brand there forever. He’s kissing you like it’s his last day on earth, his head tilted to one side, lips parted, and his tongue licking into your mouth hungrily. You’re enjoying yourself far too much, but you’re struggling to breathe. You’re not sure if it’s because your mouth has been glued to James’s for twenty minutes, or because he’s such an earnest kisser that it makes you lightheaded. Either way, you need a break.
“Jamie,” you murmur between kisses.
James doesn’t stop kissing you, only hums against your lips, “Hm?”
You push his hair from his face with your fingers and use your hands to hold back his head. “Can’t breathe,” you manage.
James stops kissing you, pulls back very slightly to look at your face. His chest is heaving just the same as yours. “Sorry.”
You giggle, panting like a dog. “S’okay. Just need a breather.”
James grins wolfishly then. “Okay, pretty girl. Thirty seconds tops.”
You laugh again and roll your eyes. James smiles, his dark eyes hooded, his lips all swollen and dark pink. You think you like him best like this. All frazzled and kiss sick. You shuffle up his lap and push your hands to the back of his head, fingers coveting his soft, thick curls.
“What happens when they find us?” You ask seriously, twirling a lock of hair around your ring finger, whispering so Sirius and Remus can’t hear you. They’ll be less than happy if they find you and James having a make out session without you.
James shrugs. “They won’t.”
He dips down to kiss you again and you let him. He’s hard to resist. It’s only a few moments later when you hear someone clear their throat loudly in the doorway.
“Well, well, well,” says Sirius.
James stops kissing you to groan and drop his forehead to your chin, guilty at being caught and probably dreading the consequences (a kiss attack, probably). You, on the other hand, peer over his shoulder at Sirius and giggle. He’s got a kitchen towel over his shoulder and he’s in a total dad pose, arms crossed over his chest and everything.
You duck your head so your lips are next to James’ ear. “You were saying?”
James grumbles. Meanwhile Sirius is calling over his shoulder,
“Remus, love? They’re having a love-fest in here and they didn’t invite us.”
You all hear Remus gasp dramatically. You giggle because he‘s definitely picked that up from James. “What?”
Remus comes barrelling down the hallway and into Sirius’s side. At Remus’ arrival, James finally gets the guts to look over his shoulder. You imagine it’s quite the sight, you in James’s lap with his hands all over you and yours in his hair.
“Sorry,” you say, but you’re grinning like a fool and you’re sure you don’t look very sorry.
Sirius raises an eyebrow. “Are you?”
“Well, it’s your fault, Siri,” James cuts in, leaning back on one hand and twisting so he can look at Sirius and Remus. “You wanted to cook with Remus.”
“Dinner can wait,” he says simply. He crosses the room in a few quick strides and before you can react he’s manhandling you off of James lap and to your feet. James isn’t much help. He’s too busy staring dreamily at Remus.
Sirius plants you on your feet and curls his hands around your elbows.
“Give me a kiss,” he demands firmly, his tone and his eyes setting your chest alight. His height makes him all the more intimidating. You go shy under his gaze, and turn to throw Remus and James a desperate save me look.
“Jeez, Pads, could you be any less scary?” James drawls. “You’ve made her all shy.”
“M’not shy,” you protest, even though you are, and Sirius makes you the shyest. To prove your point you push up onto your toes and press your lips to Sirius’. It’s a quick kiss, and you can tell by the look on Sirius’s face when you pull away that it was too quick for him.
He grabs your chin none too gently, long fingers curled around your jaw. “That was nothing like the one you just gave Prongs,” he complains. He’s joking, you know, but it’s hard to believe that when he’s got such a serious look on his face.
He pulls your face towards him and meets you halfway, his one hand keeping you in place as he kisses you deeper. Your heart thumps as he uses his thumb to open your mouth up, his own lips parting along with yours. He kisses you and kisses you and he’s so earnest with it that you actually feel lightheaded when you pull away.
“There, I kissed you,” you say, breathless and trying not to show it. You think you need more than a breather after that. Maybe a good long time away from your kiss hungry boyfriends. It would save you the dizziness. “Happy now?”
Sirius’s lovesick grin says he’s happy. It’s then that you remember Remus and James and feel bad for leaving them out. “Remus, baby, do you want one?”
You turn and find Remus’s lips are already decidedly occupied. James’s too.
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You turn and find Remus’s lips are already decidedly occupied. James’s too.
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sirius black + grumpy x sunshine !!
hi babe this is short but I think it’s cute anyway. thanks for the request ily
fem!reader 0.4k words
“Darling,” Sirius says. “What’s the matter with you?”
You lift your head to look at Sirius. You’ve got a frown pulling at your lips that hasn’t gone away for at least an hour. It’s awfully cute. It’s also awfully sad.
You shift on the park bench, your knee knocking Sirius’s. “Nothing,” you say, definitely lying.
Sirius’s frown is nowhere near as deep as your but it comes close. “Hey. You know I know when you’re lying, right?”
You grimace. “M’not lying, Siri,” you say, all pouty and cute.
Sirius rolls his eyes. Here you go again, being adorable to get away with lying to him. He’s not sure if you do it on purpose. It sure feels like it.
Instead of pressing you to tell him what’s wrong, he slides his arm around you and gives you a good shake. “You’ve got a horrible case of the frownies today, lovely girl,” he says lightly. “How ‘bout you give me a smile?”
For a second you look like you might smile. Then you roll your eyes.
“I don’t have the frownies,” you say through a frown.
Sirius snorts. “You’re silly,” he says, dripping with fondness, reaching around to poke you in the ribs. You swat him away with barely any force.
“Smile,” he demands, digging his fingers into the dip of your waist. He watches amusedly as you twitch and press your lips together to hold in your laugh. “Smile smile smile smile smile.”
With each time he says ‘smile’ he pokes his finger deeper into your side. Soon you’re giggling like mad and shoving his hands away.
“Stop! Sirius, baby— stop. Please! Stop!”
Sirius stops, only because you’re finally smiling, wider and prettier than ever. He grins.
“There’s that pretty smile,” he dotes, poking his finger into your cheek where it’s appled and flushed. “Thanks, honey.”
You fake a scowl at him but it doesn’t last long, you’re breathless and still holding back giggles and you ultimately lose the battle with your smile. It stretches across your lips and Sirius falls in love with you all over again.
“I hate you,” you say, beaming. your words so heavy with fondness that Sirius feels the weight of them in his chest.
He gives you a smile that he thinks probably doesn’t even come close to your own. But he tries his best.
“I love you too, baby.”
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bruisedboys ¡ 1 year
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🍓 “good girl.” With Remus
okay so I took a completely different approach on this one and did dad!remus … hope u still like it angel!! and thank you for the request 🤍
summary: yours and remus’ daughter, daisy, throws a mini tantrum. remus handles it like a champ
mum!reader 0.8k words
Yours and Remus’s daughter looks exactly like you. If you were four years old and quite a bit smaller. She’s got your eyes, your skin tone, your lovely hair. Even her nose is a carbon copy of yours. Remus would be jealous if she wasn’t so pretty. He’s always wanted a kid that looks like him, but one that looks like you is even better.
She’s got a grumpy face that’s shockingly similar to yours, too. She’s pulling it now, sitting on the kitchen bench with her legs swinging and her arms crossed, scowling at Remus so fiercely it’s almost not cute. Almost.
“Daisy girl,” he says patiently. He never wants to lose his patience with her. Ever. Even now, when he’s unhappy with her because she’d shouted at you when you were just trying to help. “You made your mum real upset, you know that?”
Daisy shakes her head vigorously and shouts, “No!”
Remus doesn’t know what she’s saying no to and isn’t sure she knows, either. He sighs.
“No what, baby?” He asks. One of Daisy’s kicking legs catches him in the thigh and he sets a hand over her knee to stop the movement. He squeezes her soft, squishy thigh gently, to let her know he’s not mad. She’s so small his fingers spread all the way to her hip.
She visibly softens under her touch. Her bottom lip wobbles. “No,” she says again, less angry and far more sad.
Daisy promptly bursts into tears. Remus’s heart cracks into a million pieces. Sure, he’s not happy about the shouting, but seeing his little girl cry never fails to break his poor heart.
It only gets worse from there. Daisy starts wailing. Remus has no choice but to scoop her up in his arms and hold her to his chest as if that will glue his heart back together.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he soothes. He holds her with one arm under her butt while his free hand rubs small circles on her back. “Don’t cry, baby. It’s okay. It’s okay.”
Daisy cries and cries and cries. Remus knows you’re gonna appear before you do. You’re not very much stronger than him, when it comes to Daisy’s cries.
You’ve got a look on your face close to heartbreak as you appear in the kitchen doorway. Remus has a funny feeling you’ve been standing just out of sight this whole time. He meets your eyes and frowns.
“Dais,” he says softly into her ear. She’s still crying, shaking from the sobs, but she’s quieter now. She really does sound very sad. “Mummy’s back now. Did you want to say sorry?”
Daisy calms down enough to pull away slightly and look Remus in the eyes. Her face all wet and flushed, eyelashes sticking together, cheeks hot and pink. Remus doesn’t like it one bit. He uses his thumb to push away her sticky tear tracks as she nods.
“Yes,” she says hoarsely, her breaths shaky like they always are when she cries like this.
Remus smiles at her softly. “Okay, then.”
He carries her over to you and she hides in his neck on the way over. Her face is warm and wet on his skin. He can hear every little tremble in her breathing and it takes everything he has not to break down crying himself.
He encourages Daisy out of her hiding place once he’s close to you. She appears, all tear-streaked and so very sad. Remus props her higher on his hip and twists his shoulders so she’s facing you.
“Good girl,” he says to her, softly, encouraging. He strokes a thumb over her hip. “Go on.”
Daisy is quiet for a moment. Then,
“M’sorry, mummy,” she says, quiet as a mouse but so sincere it has both Remus and you smiling like idiots.
“Aw, that’s okay, sweetheart,” you say, never one to hold grudges. You hold your arms out for her and she goes to you immediately.
Remus watches with so much love it hurts as you wrap her up tightly and lay kiss after kiss to her head.
“It’s alright, baby,” you say sweetly. “You know I just wanted to help you, yeah?”
Daisy nods into your shoulder. Remus feels a rush of pride that at least something he’d said to her had stuck.
“I understand that I made you mad, though. I should’ve explained better.” You pull back and Daisy follows suit. You look her in the eyes and smile softly. “I’m sorry, too.”
Daisy falls right back into your chest. “That’s okay, mama.”
You smile so big Remus is sure it aches, your hand rubbing her back soothingly. You meet Remus’s eyes over Daisy’s shoulder, a look on your face that says thank you.
Remus kisses you in lieu of a you’re welcome.
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summary: james walks you home and wants to kiss you
I lost the ask for this because I’m an idiot. the request was james + “you can kiss me, you know”
fem!reader 0.6k words
It’s late when James drops you home.
The moon hides behind a cluster of clouds. James thinks, cornily, that you’re more beautiful and bright than the moon could ever be, in your pretty red dress and your sparkly jewellery and James’s big leather jacket. Your hair all messy pretty and your smile so intoxicating James thinks he might be drunk on it.
He’s dizzy on his feet as he walks you to your apartment, your hand in his the only proof that he’s not dreaming. You’re pointing at the stars, neck bared to the single streetlight on your block and your free arm pointing upwards.
“Look at that one, James,” you say, stopping in your tracks to point. “It’s so bright. Can you see it?”
James tears his eyes away from you to look where you’re pointing, but honestly, he can’t tell what you’re trying to get him to look at. It’s either his poor eyesight or the fact that he’s dazed off of your company. Either way, he frowns.
“Nope,” he says honestly. He adjusts his glasses as if that will help. “Where are we looking?
You giggle and James thinks he might pass out. But then you’re pressing further into his side so you can move your arm into his line of vision, pointing directly upwards. Your shoulder slides behind his and your chin hovers over his shoulder. Now James thinks he might die.
“Look, right there,” you say softly, your voice so near his ear James thinks he might burst into flames. “Above that big cloud shaped like a heart.”
James looks. It takes him a while, but he finally spots it. You’re right, it is bright. James is surprised he didn’t spot it earlier, it’s so distinguishable from the ones around it.
“Oh,” he says. He’s trying not too breathe too loud or too fast. You’re so close he thinks you might be able to hear every single breath he’s taking.
“It’s pretty, right?” You say softly, and he can hear your smile.
James looks down at you, in all your beauty, and he can’t help himself.
“Not as pretty as you,” he says, and mentally high-fives himself for it.
You giggle, breathless and girlish and James’s heart feels about two sizes too big for his chest.
“That’s awful, James,” you say, your smile betraying you.
“Sorry,” James says instinctively.
You laugh loud and James doesn’t have time to be embarrassed about his sudden lack of game, because you’re lifting yourself onto your toes to push his glasses up his nose where they’d been slipping. Your face is so close James could kiss you.
“Don’t be,” you say sweetly. You smile and James’s eyes are drawn to your lips.
James thinks you might kiss him. Then he thinks he should probably make the first move, given the fact that he’s the guy. He struggles with it internally, weighing his options, all the while staring at your glossed up lips. He’s about to ask how you would feel about him kissing you when you beat him to it.
“James,” you say, soft and light as a feather. James likes the way your mouth moves around his name. Adores how you say it so sweetly, as if you maybe like him as much as he likes you. “You can kiss me, you know.”
That does it. James takes your face in his free hand and pulls you towards him. Your mouths clash in the middle and James wonders if he’s died and gone to heaven. You taste like brandy and lip gloss and you smell like honey. He catches a hint of his own cologne and remembers you’re wearing his jacket, remembers how he’d offered multiple times and you’d only taken it after making absolute sure he wouldn’t be too cold.
He kisses you harder.
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bruisedboys ¡ 1 year
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-🍓 James potter and “I like everything about you.”
Also, congrats on 2k! Love you and your blog 🥰
summary: james comforts a shy!you when you’re worried about meeting his friends
shy!fem!reader 0.9k words
James likes you. Loves you, even. You’re perfect, even though you’re shy and quiet and have so much self doubt it makes his chest ache. He loves you for your heart. Your quietly huge heart.
You’re squeezing the life out of James’s hand. He really can’t find it in himself to ask you to loosen your grip a little.
“Y/N,” he says gently. At his voice your head snaps around from where you’d been gazing at the drink bar. You stare at him like a deer in headlights. “Are you alright?”
You gulp. You don’t look alright. You look scared shitless.
“I’m fine,” you say, sounding far from it.
James gives you a look that says we both know that’s not true. He slides his free hand over the table and offers it to you, palm up on the scratched wood surface. You take it, shy and timid, but the moment your hands are locked in you’re squeezing the hell out of that one, too.
James grimaces. “Sweetheart,” he says, his tone drenched in pity. “You look petrified. What’s the matter?”
He knows exactly what’s the matter but he wants you to say it. You do, though you’re very shy about it.
“I’m just a bit nervous,” you say. ‘A bit’ doesn’t cut it. You’re so nervous you actually look queasy. “About— about meeting your friends.”
Without meaning to, James makes a pitying sound from the back of his throat. You’ve hidden your face, ducking your head down so you don’t have to look at him. You’re embarrassed about your confession. Contrarily, James is proud. Proud that you’re able to tell him what’s wrong so easily. You’ve come a long way from when you first met.
You surprise James when you speak again. He was sure he’d have to coax more of an explanation out of you.
“It’s scary,” you admit in a small voice, staring at your lap. “I don’t know if they’ll— um, well … I just don’t want them to not like me.”
You cringe at yourself and pull your hands away from James’s, wringing them in your lap instead. James sighs, heavy and sad and loving all at once. When you don’t show any signs of opening up further, James takes matters into his own hands.
He stands from his spot in the booth, rounds the table and slides in next to you, so quick you don’t have time to protest. His thigh presses into yours. His closeness flusters you and you duck your head, staring at his knees.
“Baby.” James hooks a finger under your chin and pushes gently until you’re looking at him, his thumb against your jaw to keep you in place. “You have nothing to worry about, I swear.”
“But—“
“But what?” James asks quietly, as kind as he can when his chest hurts so much. “Is it that you’re quiet?”
You nod. You’re staring at James like he’s your saving grace. He’s trying his best.
“That doesn’t matter, honey,” he says earnestly. “Really, it doesn’t. I like you, don’t I?” You open your mouth to answer but James doesn’t let you. “I do like you. A lot. A lot a lot. I like that you’re quiet.” That you only ever open up with him, that he gets to see both sides of you, shy you and you you. “I like everything about you, angel.”
You hide your face in your hands like he’s said something awfully cheesy, which he supposes he has.
“I’m serious!” He keeps going, because he can sense you’re smiling into your hands and he wants you to keep smiling. “If you want me to list everything I like about you, I’ll—“
“No!” You gasp, emerging from your hiding place to slap your hand to James’s mouth. “Don’t, James.”
James grins against your palm and then kisses it for good measure. You flush and seem to realise how close you’ve become, releasing his mouth and returning your hands to your lap. James takes one in both of his, because he can.
“They’re quite nice, actually. Sirius and Remus,” he says quietly. Heaven forbid anyone ever hear him say that. Anyone but you, of course.
You look up at him with too much hope in your eyes. “Yeah?”
James squeezes your hands. “Yeah. Loud and mildly annoying, but … nice. They won’t care that you’re quiet.”
Really, they won’t. Sirius is loud enough for the four of you and Remus is, well, Remus. He’s only loud when he wants to be. James knows he’ll tone it down for your sake.
“Don’t tell them I said that about them,” James adds, faux serious. He knows you wouldn’t ever but wants to make you laugh.
It works. You giggle and the smile you’re giving James is enough to knock the breath out of his chest. He grins like a madman as he releases your hands to slide an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his hold.
“And I’ll be here the entire time,” he reassures, giving you a gentle shake. “You’ll be okay. Okay?”
James feels your entire being melt into his side, your thigh pushing into his, your shoulder crushing into his armpit, your head lolling against his shoulder. In what James thinks is a stroke of bravery, you slide your hand over his thigh, slow and sweet and enough to make James lightheaded. He doesn’t think he could ever love anything more than you, his perfect shy girl.
James can hear the soft smile in your voice when you answer.
“Okay.”
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“Okay.”
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congrats on 2k! could i ask for steve or eddie with extrovert x introvert please?
summary: eddie picks you up when you get overwhelmed at a party
shy!gn!reader 0.6k words
Eddie finds you in the upstairs bathroom. You’d called him fifteen minutes ago, on the verge of tears, almost begging him to come and pick you up from this nightmare of a party. Your words, not his.
He knows you’re in there only because he finds your bracelet on the carpet just outside the door. The latch must’ve come undone. He picks it up and secures it around his own wrist, making a mental note to actually remember to return it to you. He knocks on the door.
“Y/N? You in there? It’s me.”
There’s a pause, then a series of sounds, and then the door’s opening and you’re there. You look as pretty as when you’d left for the party earlier, if not somehow prettier. Eddie thinks you get prettier and prettier with every passing hour.
“Eddie,” you say, sounding relieved and looking twice as much. You scrub at your face, too harsh for Eddie’s liking. When you pull your hands away he thinks he sees tear tracks on your cheeks. When he takes your face in his hands, he knows he sees tear tracks.
“Have you been crying?” He asks quietly, as kindly as he can. He wouldn’t like to make you cry even more.
“Oh.” You look extremely guilty at being caught and it would make Eddie laugh if he wasn’t so worried about you. “Um, n-not really.”
You try to pull your face from Eddie’s hands but he won’t let you. He holds you still and drags his thumbs over the hollows beneath your eyes.
“What happened?” He asks slowly, softly. “Did something happen?”
You stop struggling and instead shake your head in his hands. It’s awfully cute. Eddie had to stop himself from pinching your cheeks.
“No,” you say around his hands. “Nothing happened. Just … got overwhelmed.”
Eddie can tell you’re being honest and is glad for it. He hates when you reduce your sadness or your worries to little things, when really, they’re big things for you. He lets his hands slide down to the spaces between your neck and shoulders.
“I’m sorry, angel,” he says, squeezing your shoulder. “That sucks.”
You sigh. “Yeah.”
Eddie doesn’t hesitate as he wraps you up in a hug. He pushes his arms over your shoulders and encourages your face to his neck with one hand, his fingers buried in your hair. You oblige happily, your arms pushing around his waist and locking him in. Eddie hugs you as tight as he possibly can without crushing you. You hug back, less tight but just as enthusiastic.
“I think a kiss would make it better,” Eddie says quietly, his lips at the side of your head. He pulls away so he can see your face. “What do you think?”
He watches as you attempt to keep a straight face but ultimately fail, a whisper of a smile tugging at your lips.
“Maybe,” you say slowly, looking like you’re about to burst.
Eddie grins. He keeps one hand firmly on your shoulder while the other slides to your jaw and pulls you in. His smile mirrors your own as he dips down to give you a chaste kiss. It’s sweet and soft and you taste like strawberry lip balm.
When Eddie pulls away you look happy as ever, the prettiest smile he’s ever seen gracing your features. He has to refrain himself from kissing you again.
“Better?” He asks, his thumb carving a track down your jaw.
Eddie expects you to flush, to grow warm in the cheeks and shy under his gaze. You don’t. Instead you put on a thoughtful face and look up at Eddie with eyes like a puppy’s.
“I think one more will do the trick,” you say seriously.
Eddie’s heart soars.
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congrats on 2k!!! i recently started following you and you’ve become one of my favs v quickly!
could you pls write a patching up b’s wounds with sirius?? ty!!!
summary: sirius cuts his hand and you patch him up. cw! mentions of minor injuries/blood
fem!reader 0.5k words
Sirius’s hand is covered in blood. He stares at it. The blood looks like red paint on his pale skin.
“Jeez, Siri,” comes your voice from the doorway. Sirius looks up. You’ve still got that look on your face, that worried, exasperated look. Your arms are full of a first aid kit. “You’ve got to be more careful, baby.”
Sirius thinks he’d take a knife to the hand a million times if you’re gonna call him baby every time he does. “I am careful,” he says, keeping his thoughts to himself.
You laugh like what he said isn’t funny at all. “No, you’re not. Don’t pretend you weren’t brandishing that knife around like it was a sword.”
Sirius pouts. He thought you hadn’t seen that. And he wasn’t brandishing. He was just cutting vegetables. Sirius-style.
“I’m injured,” he mopes, watching you pull a chair around the table so you can sit right next to him. “Stop being mean.”
You roll your eyes. Sirius suppresses a grin. It gets harder to do so when you sit down and shuffle your chair closer still, your knees knocking his.
“Give me your hand,” you say, holding your own hand palm up on the table. Sirius does as he’s told, lest he face your wrath.
Shockingly gentle, you wrap your fingers around his wrist and pull his hand towards you. You wrinkle your nose at the wound before getting to work. Sirius watches your face as you clean the blood from his hand, sees how the crease in your brow disappears when you realise the cut is not as deep as it looks. He’s lucky it’s not deeper. He thinks you might stab him yourself if it was.
You clean the cut with disinfectant, and it stings but Sirius doesn’t say so. He can imagine what you’d say. Stop complaining, this is your fault, baby.
After you’ve cleaned the cut you wrap his hand in gauze and a bandage, your fingers soft and the look on your face softer. Your thumb presses into his pulse point as you carefully dress his hand. He wonders if you can feel his pulse. Then he wonders if you can tell it’s faster than usual with you so close.
Watching you pack up the first aid kit, his hand freshly fixed up by you, Sirius finds he can’t hold his tongue. “I’m sorry,” he blurts. “Really, I am. I’ll try to be more careful.”
You look a bit shocked that he’s apologising. Confused, at most. But then your face softens, your mouth forms a smile, your pretty eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Don’t be sorry,” you say quietly. “It’s okay.”
Sirius can’t figure out why you’re suddenly taking it easy on him. Not that you’d ever been hard on him in the first place, but he’d expected a telling off, or something of the sort. Nothing like this.
“Sorry,” he says again, unsure.
You giggle, and if Sirius’s hand wasn’t injured he’d take your face in both his hands and squeeze your cheeks until your skin warms under his hands. He opts for doing it one-handed instead, raising his uninjured hand to cup your cheek, his thumb ghosting over the corner of your smiling mouth.
“Thanks for fixing me up,” he says. “I’ve never had a nurse as pretty as you before.”
As he’d expected, your face warms under his touch. You roll your eyes, also expected.
“You’re full of it,” you say, more soft than exasperated.
Sirius grins. “Thanks, pretty girl.”
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🧸 — send in a character + a scenario prompt for a blurb!
Congratulations on 2k 🥳 I was thinking about a Grumpy x Sunshine with Tasm! Peter Parker.
thank you for your request babe!
summary: peter comforts a grumpy you when you’re sick of studying
fem!reader 0.6k words
Studying sucks. You’ve had enough of it after about ten seconds, but you keep at it because you have to and because you don’t want to bother Peter, who seems much more inclined to study than you.
He’s sitting on his bed bent over his laptop, the screen light reflecting in his glasses and his hair all messy from where he’s run his hands through it. His posture is awful and you’ve told him so but he always ends up in the same position anyway. You sit and watch him for too long before realising you’ve gotten distracted. Again.
You sigh, long suffering, and turn back to your books on Peter’s desk. You’re picking up your pencil like it’s a chore when Peter speaks.
“Sweetheart,” he says, sounding sympathetic. “That’s about the hundredth time I’ve heard you sigh in the past ten minutes. Are you okay?”
You look up from your books and frown at him.
“No,” you moan, maybe more dramatic than you need to be but this really does suck. You’re bored and you’re tired and you’ve got a headache. And you want to cuddle your boyfriend.
Peter, ever the optimist, offers you a soft smile, tilting his head to one side. It’s so cute you almost stop frowning. “What’s wrong, darling?”
He says it like he can fix whatever’s wrong, like he can solve all your problems and more. You’re sure he could.
“I’m tired,” you mope. “And I have a headache.”
Peter makes a pitying noise that makes your heart stutter. He slides his laptop off of his lap and climbs off the bed, crossing the room in a few quick strides until he’s standing in front of you in your desk chair.
He takes your face in his hands and it’s so nice you could cry.
“My poor girl,” he says sympathetically, his hands rubbing at your neck. He doesn’t frown, rather, he smiles, all big and bright and pretty. He’s got a lovely smile. “Should we take a break, dove?”
You don’t smile because you’re still grumpy, but you do manage to soften out your furrowed brows. “Yeah, please.”
Pete beams, and you’d be jealous of how happy he is all the time if he didn’t look so cute doing it. He drops his hands and holds one out for you to take.
“C’mon then. Do you want to go for a walk? Or should we could order takeout, if you’re hungry. Oh, we could watch that show you like, the one with—“
“Pete.” You grab his hand to stop him listing off more options. You give his fingers a squeeze. “I love you, but I’m too tired to do any of that, baby. I just wanna cuddle.”
Peter’s smile doesn’t waver, because it never does.
“Okay, lovebug,” he says cheerfully. He pulls you out of your chair with ease and leads you over to the bed.
“You know, you could’ve just asked, sweetheart,” he says lightly, tugging you onto the bed with him. He’s smiling big so you know he’s not being cruel. Besides, when is he ever cruel? You’re the one with a short fuse. “I mean, instead of sitting and sighing like I can read your mind.”
You climb into bed next to him, hook one leg over his and throw your arm across his chest. He’s warm, and just as comfortable as you’ve been imagining.
“But you can read my mind,” you say into his chest, only half joking. Sometimes he knows you so well you think he can see every one of your thoughts. Honestly, you wouldn’t put it past him.
Peter chuckles, his chest vibrating with the sound, his fingers traversing a path down your back, bumping over the ridges in your spine. It’s so nice you forget about frowning. You smile into Peter’s chest. His hand stops short in between your shoulder blades.
“Are you smiling?” He asks teasingly, even though he can’t see your face where you’re squished into his chest.
“Mind reader,” you say accusingly.
Peter laughs again.
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