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[inkluvs]

ribs — send me a sfw request (prompts here if u want)

PAMPER WITH REGULUS PLSPLSPLS I NEED TO DO HIS MAKEUP SO BAD

you think i'm cute

hehe i hope u like this mer it's very short bcos apparently all of my reg blurbs have 2 be under 300 words but yeah <3 tw: not really proofread? idk </3 (0.2k)

regulus black x reader

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Regulus sneezes, eyebrows pinched and cheeks pink with the powder you had just dusted on him. His nose scrunches and a huff of laughter escapes from your throat.

“You think my pain is funny.” His lips twitch with a barely concealed smile. Your thumb smooths over the curve of his cheek.

“I think your pain is endearing. There’s a difference.” You insist. 

His cheeks split in a grin and you squeeze them, a gentle reminder of what you’re supposed to be doing. His face returns to a neutral state for just a second.

“Yeah? And what is that?”

“Regulus,” you chastise him. “You gotta stay still.”

“I will if you answer my question,” He promised. His voice was coated in honey, sticky sweet with endearment and fondness for you. 

You open your mouth, mulling over what your answer could be. “I just thought the face you made was cute s’all.” You assure him, tucking a curl that fell in front of his eyes behind his ear.

“Oh,” He nods. “I get that.”

You tilt your head, “You think I’m cute?”

“I do not.” His smile suggests otherwise.

“You think I’m cute.” You hum, closing your eyes and smiling. He huffs, an affectionate sound, and sits back in his chair. “I’ll get back to it then?”

His cheeks pinch with a grin.

[inkluvs]

ribs — send me a sfw request (prompts here if u want)

sender, seeing that receiver is cold, wraps their jacket around them with rockstar!remus pretty please

stop here

moniqueee babe i hope u like this i miss remus so muchhh <3 tw: slightly tipsy reader ; pet names ; (0.4k)

remus lupin x reader

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Your attendance at Remus’s shows is something the press seems to delve into too often; Analyzing your relationship and whether or not you’re together based on which dates you go to and which you don’t when in reality, the two of you had come to an agreement a while back. 

Fuck the press. 

Whichever dates you feel up for attending, you come to, and if you don’t, Remus meets you in the hotel. He never judges you for any decision at all. He knows how hard being under the public eye is and he wants you to have your peace. But when you do choose to show up, Remus makes the most out of it. He holds your hand as you jump to the music and pulls you on stage at the end, dipping you with his mic behind your back and his guitar slung behind his as he kisses you. The crowd goes wild.

Once your upright Remus waved goodbye, a dopey and kiss-drunk grin splitting his cheeks. The fans love the more vulnerable side of him. The side that only you brought out and only you had wholly. It was always a good show when you were there.

The drive home is always amazing. You’re always a bit tipsy, giggly, and touchy with Remus, breathing in the familiar scent of cedarwood and smoke as he loves on you.

“Did we do alright?” The words are hushed against your neck, falling from his lips in tandem with a purpling bruise on the tender skin.

You hum, though Remus isn’t quite sure whether it’s in agreement with him or if you’re humming along to whatever tape the driver had playing.

“Stop here.” The man hits the brakes suddenly and you fall forward, knocking your chin against Remus’s chest as he pulls you into him.

“Here? Isn’t your hotel a few streets down?” 

“Getting some air.” He replied, handing the man a few bills.

A shiver rolls over your skin as you step out of the car and you lean into Remus’s warmth, stumbling down the street as the two of you gain your balance. His thumb runs up and down your arm, pausing slightly when he notices the bumps.

“You’re cold.”

“I am not.” You giggle. Remus’s shows were always sweaty, both for the band and the audience, so you rarely bothered bringing a sweater, figuring the adrenaline would keep you warm. It never did.

“Here.” His jacket, black and warm and just a bit too big for you, is draped over your shoulders, a comforting weight as you lean back into him.

“Smells like you.” You sniffle.

“I’d hope so, doll. Wouldn’t want it to smell like James now would I.”

You nod solemnly. 

“Race you back?”

You were already halfway there.

[inkluvs]

ribs — send me a sfw request (prompts here if u want)

[ TILT ] sender uses two fingers to lift receiver’s chin to look them in the eye w eddie munson 🪽

nice save

hehe ok i hope u like this babe ily!! tw: uhhh pre relationship? ig ; pet names ; not proofread at all <3 (0.3k)

eddie munson x reader

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Eddie’s swaying on his feet with fatigue, exhaustion flooding his body as he lays in bed with you. His eyes are fluttering shut, dark brown lashes kissing the skin above his cheeks. His face pinches with a yawn, nose wrinkling and eyebrows puckered. 

Your heart melts. 

Eddie notices your expression and he lets out a huff of laughter. Heat rises to your cheeks and you look down, well, as much as you can with your face pressed into a pillow. 

His index finger tucks itself under your chin, tilting it up slightly so you were looking at him. You can practically see the gears turning in his head. 

“What?”

You and Eddie often have sleepovers, whether it be because you had had an argument with your parents or because Wayne was out of town when he was younger. Along with that you have moments like this every once in a while. Where your friendship with him tips into something more than just that, a friendship.

“You should sleep,” you reply, deflecting to the best of your ability. You weren’t great at it

“So should you, your eyes are shutting as we speak.” His voice is warm and sticky with affection.

“They are not.” You insist. He cheeks split with a grin at your tone, petulant like a child’s

“Tell me what, then.”

“You look tired.” You reply, correcting yourself a moment later when he pouts. “‘S cute I mean.”

Eddie’s lips part for a minute. You’re filled with the overwhelming urge to tell him to shut his mouth unless he wants to swallow a bug, but you decide he looks cute like this; Dazed and confused works for him.

“Nice save.”

“I mean it.” You promise.

“‘M just teasin’ babe. I know.”

You think you could get used to him calling you that.

[inkluvs]

ribs — send me a sfw request.

[ LAP ] sender pulls receiver into their lap.

steve harrington x shy!coquette!reader

eager much

babee this is was so fun to write i hope u like this <3 tw: making out, allusions to sex (0.2k)

steve harrington x fem! reader

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Your legs are swung over Steve’s thighs, the coarse hair rubbing against your soft skin. You don’t mind it, really, the sensation toeing the line of pleasure and pain. His thumbs are rubbing circles into the fat, slipping underneath the hem of your pretty white dress. He adores the detailing on it, intricate lacing covering the dainty thing, reaching just underneath the curve of your ass. Heat rises to your skin wherever he touches it and he seems to take pride in knowing that. Sliding his palm up your leg just that inch more to see heat blossom in your chest. 

His eyes flick back and forth from you, your eyes stuck to whatever book you’d had in your hand, and the screen. You weren’t really reading anything and he knew it. Your eyes had stopped taking over the pages as soon as his hands had first started moving up on the skin of your thighs. It continued like that for a few minutes, looking at each other when you assumed the other wasn’t, until he gave up on resisting.

“Alright, c’mere,” He grips the fat of your thighs, large palms pulling you towards him. His thumb skims under your dress, brushing over your hip bone as he presses his lips against yours.

You pull away to whisper, “Eager much?” 

He groans, as if to say, obviously. Your chest swells with some amount of pride at the effect you had on him. Your big strong boyfriend melting in the palm of your hand because your skin had been touching his, and the fact that he could only resist for so long. Pulling you close to him in record time.

You wouldn’t change it for anything.

[inkluvs]

ribs — send me a sfw request.

[ EMBRACE ] sender hugs receiver from behind.

steve harrington x shy!reader, maybe friends to lovers?

i've got others

ok harmo i lowk forgot the friends to lovers part </3 i hope u like this anyways though i had lots of fun writing this <3 tw: steve's an idiot and i love him ; not proofread ; (0.3k)

steve harrington x fem! reader

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Steve’s arms, biceps wide and strong as they wrap around your torso, are freckled. Tanned hands splaying over your tummy as you run your hands under the sink for what must be the tenth time. You don’t mean to, you’d just gotten distracted by his unbridled affection and the warmth from his body seeping into yours.

“Steve,” His palms knead at the soft flesh. You can feel heat blossoming in your chest. “What’re you up to?”

He groans. Not out of any inconvenience or malice, more so that pulling his lips away from the already darkening bruise on your neck was the worst fate the universe had to offer—but he does.

“Can’t I love on you?” He huffs. 

You think it’s adorable.

“While I’m in the bathroom?” 

He pouts, the expression paired with a petulant whine; You give in.

You never admit it but you love it when he gets like this; when it seems like he could climb inside your skin and you still wouldn’t be close enough. Steve enjoys it too—though in a different way. He adores seeing your lips twitch as you hold back laughter. He loves having his palm roam up and down your sides as you giggle, a pretty noise, and turn around eventually, wet hands making his shirt damp. He’d let you drench any one of his shirts for the way you kiss him after. Soft and sweet and a little bit shy, a stark contrast to the way he’s been touching you. You held him like he’d break in the palm of your hand. Like if you gripped just a bit too hard the muscles in his torso would crumble. 

He adores it.

“Your shirt.” You let go of the fabric, wringing your knuckles together as your eyebrows pucker in concern. 

Steve wants to kiss it. “I’ve got others, haven't I?” He does.

[inkluvs]

ribs — send me a sfw request

tasm!peter parker + [ TUCK ] receiver tucks sender into bed <33

don't wait for me

ok this is the cutesttt request u could've ever sent in i hope u like it <3 tw: sleep deprivation i think? pet names <3 (0.3k)

tasm! peter parker x reader

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It wasn’t often that Peter goes to sleep early, the boy often comes home after you go to bed and leaves for school before you wake up, leaving you with a shell of warmth where he was next to you and a press of his lips against yours. So it’s safe to say you were surprised when you came home and noticed a lump under the covers that looked suspiciously similar to your boyfriend, the same soft snores muffled by the fabric.

“Pete?” You whispers.

He groans and you wince, immediately regretting your decision.

“Yeah?” His voice his scraping against his throat, low and rough with fatigue.

“Go back to sleep honey, I’m sorry.” He shakes his head just a bit too hard, leaving himself dizzy before looking back to you. He looks soft with sleep like he always does, a mark on his cheek from the pillow and his hair messed up perfectly.

“C’mere baby, I missed you.” You lean onto him, dropping all of your weight onto the boy. He falls back happily with a small ‘oof’ the tension from your day easing from your muscles as he holds you. 

“Everything okay? You’re never sleeping this early.” He yawns, nodding slowly.

“Got tired and took the day off, Queens will be alright for one night without me.” Your cheeks split it a grin and he mirrors it, slightly confused as to the reason but enthusiastic nonetheless.

“‘S what I’ve been saying.”Your nose wrinkles as you realize your current state, “Pete I’m still in my outside clothes.”

He tilts his head. “What’s wrong with that?”

“The sheets are clean.” You pause. “I’ll shower and be back, yeah? Don’t wait for me.” You press your lips against his temple, smoothing your thumb over the shine of your saliva before pulling the covers back up over him. He agrees, yawning as he turns onto his stomach, promptly falling asleep.

[inkluvs]

Ribs - reader takes care of a sick eddie munson

-🍄

freezing

hehe ok this was super fun 2 write i hope u like this !! (0.2k)

eddie munson x reader

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It’s unusually cold in the trailer, at least according to Eddie. Sure, it is winter but normally he didn’t feel the need to be weighed down by 5 blankets in front of a fireplace. He could be sick, of course, but he’s never sick. He refuses to believe it. It’s just cold today and that’s what he’ll go on believing, at least until you get him.

“Eddie,” you voice echoes into the bedroom, “‘s fucking hot in here. What's the temperature?” 

He scoffs in disbelief. “Hot? It’s freezing.”

You shrug off your jacket, draping it over the couch before adjusting the dials on the thermostat/

“Eddie, it's 80 degrees.”

He sits up suddenly, “shit.”

You hum in agreement.

“I must’ve turned it up without checking.” He reasons. 

Your socked feet shuffle into the bedroom, carpeted floor rubbing against the fabric. Pressing the back of your palm against his forehead, you nod slowly. “You’re warm.” He shakes his head as if he were dispersing anything you’re implying.

“You’re cold.”

“Eddie.” You scold. 

“Baby.” He pouts.

“You’re warm as in, you have a fever.” 

“I do not.” He insists, “I don’t get sick.”

A huff of laughter lodges itself in your chest. “Why not?” 

“I haven’t been sick since grade school.”

“Poor boy,” You murmur, dragging your thumb over his cheek. “‘S about time then don’t you think?”

“I would’ve been perfectly fine with never getting sick.”

You nod solemnly, “I know, I know. Just take the cough medicine for now, yeah?”

[inkluvs]

ribs — send me a sfw request --- [ NUZZLE ] sender presses their face into receiver’s neck with tasm! peter parker and happy\extroverted!reader?

special spidey abilities

wooo ok i hope u like this i had a ton of fun writing it <3 <3(ps i lowkey forgot about the happy/extroverted part i hope u don't mind) tw: mentions of sickness ; peter's lack of concern for his health ; pet names ; (0.3k)

tasm! peter parker x reader

The wooden floorboards creak under Peter’s socked feet, startling you for just a second until you recognize the feel of his skin against yours. His nose is cold against your neck, pale freckled skin flush against your jugular.

“You’re home early.” The rain on his suit seeps into the cotton of your shirt, the fabric sticky against your skin. “S’it raining hard?”

“Missed you,” he murmurs, palms kneading against the pouch of your tummy. 

“Missed you too,” you say softly, letting a fork clatter back into the sink, before turning around and leaning into him. “Now about the rain? Pete you can’t get a cold you’ll feel miserable.” 

For a few minutes he stays quiet, just breathing in the smell of your shirt and shampoo, pressing a kiss here or there every so often.

“It rained an hour ago, poured, really. It’s been drizzling on and off since then.”

“Peter,” you scold. “You’re gonna get sick.”

He mumbles something incoherent into your skin and you hum in question.

“I won’t get sick.” He decides.

You tilt your head and he laughs, the sound warm and comforting. He wasn’t laughing at your confusion, more so the way you mannerisms were similar to that of a cat.

“How?” Your hands smooths against the skin of his arm, rubbing over a faded stretch mark, a slight purple hue still visible on the skin.

“You won’t let me get sick.” He says simply, “And I have special spidey abilities. Keeps me healthy.”

Your nose wrinkles at the latter, “‘s a mouthful don’t you think? Special spider abilities. Plus, Pete, I can’t keep you healthy if you go out and get wet can I?”

“You say that and you’re still pressed against me.” He teases, cheeks pinched in a grin. Your brows pucker and he relents, “I’ll go take a shower now ‘kay?”

It takes him 10 minutes to shower, and another 5 to walk from the bathroom and lean against the kitchen counter, shaking his head like a dog to dry his hair. The droplets splatter onto your pajamas and you gasp, laughing as you turn around.

“‘m sorry honey,” he pouts, a twitch in the corner of his lips betraying his expression, “take it off for me, yeah?”

[inkluvs]

ribs — [ STEAM ] sender joins receiver in the shower with peter parker !! <3

lemme worry 'bout you

hehe ok uhhh this is 3/4 of ur reqs right? i hope this is alright it's very much just be projecting <3 this one is for the anemia girlies and the anemia girlies only !! tw: uhhh dizziness, nonsexual nudity, pet names <3 (0.4k)

tasm! peter parker x reader

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The water is warm against your back, blood rising to the surface of your skin as you brace yourself against the wall, the steam making you dizzy. For a few ticks of your watch, set on the sink counter, all you can hear is the spray, water tracing the bumps and curves and marks on your body, washing off the sweat and stress of your day with it, but soon your vision starts to blur.

“Peter,” you call out, your voice lifting with question. “Pete, it's happening again.”

You’d explained your dizziness to him a while back and he’d replied with concern, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he asked how he could help. At the time you told him he didn’t have to, that this was something you’d grown accustomed to, but as you grew closer to him he’d gotten more persistent on helping, so you told him he could. At least occasionally.

“Honey?” Honey, no matter how many times he says it, it makes you feel warm in the best way. Like you’re being wrapped in wool blankets with hot chocolate in the dead of winter. “Can I come in?”

You make a noise of approval and Peter stumbles in, the heel of his palms over pressing hard over his eyes. The gesture would be nice if you weren’t so afraid of him inadvertently gouging out his own eyes.

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen me like this before.”

He laughs, a warm noise, and uncovers his eyes, willing himself to not linger on anything but the fogged-up mirror.

“You can come in you know, it is what I called you here for.”

Realization seems to hit his face in a split second and he tugs off his shirt in one smooth motion, leaving himself in just his boxers before he steps in.

His arms wrap around you, steady and broad. “You alright?”

You hum, leaning into him. His palm grazes over your chest, coming to rest on your ribcage, the sporadic thump of your heart slowing under his touch.

“M’sorry,” he murmurs, his eyes closing as his chin rests on your shoulder.

“Sorry for what,” you whisper, words barely audible. 

“You shouldn’t have to worry about this.” he says, “lemme worry ‘bout you hm? You’re much too pretty to be scared all the time.”

You nod, leaning back against him.

“‘ve got you.” You smile.

[inkluvs]

hi love !!! first i just wanna say ur celebration is so freaking cute!!!!! the little blueberry divider is so adorable oh my goodness <3

anyway !! for ribs can i please request — [ STEAL ] while sharing a meal, sender steals a bite of receiver’s food — with eddie !!!! <3

switch with me

hiii my love i hope this is okay i had soo much fun writing this i'm so sorry this is so short </3 tw: food ; eddie being bf ; nicknames ; (0.2k)

eddie munson x fem!reader

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Eddie has always been one to order something new off of each new menu he comes across, no matter how unappetizing the dish sounds or even if he knew from past experience he wouldn’t enjoy it. Because according to him, each dish deserves a fair chance in my tummy. You don’t argue with that, because how could you? If he wanted to give a fair chance to every dish, who were you to stop him? You can only tell him that if he doesn’t end up liking it, you wouldn’t let him have any of yours.

You always do.

“Ed,” you scold him.

“What?” He replied, the word muffled with the bite of your food he’d taken. 

You stare at him, watching him chew and swallow before you burst into a fit of laughter. Eddie joins you, his nose crinkling with the force of it. The other couple in the restaurant is staring at you now, not with any judgment, more so curious of what sort of inside joke the two of you could be sharing right then. You doubt they’d be so interested if you’d explained the situation.

“Eddie,” you pant between fits of giggles. “D’you wanna get your own?”

He pouts. “Part of what makes the food so good is that it’s yours.”

You can’t tell if you find that adorable or not.

“Switch with me then? You eat half and give it back and I’ll do the same with yours.” He nods enthusiastically, sliding his plate over to you. You slide yours back and he starts at it immediately, his cheeks splitting in a grin.

You let him have all of it.

[inkluvs]

ribs — [ READ ] sender reads aloud to receiver with eddie munson 🫶🫶

rain or shine

WOO okay i think i really like this one? roma req 2/4 i hope u like this sweet <3 tw: implied insomnia? eddie being the sweetest <3 (0.4k)

eddie munson x reader

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You can’t sleep. It’s not a new thing, Eddie’s used to it by now, you’d call him in the early morning, apologizing profusely for bothering him and he’d tell you to come over, and offer to pick you up because it’s so late. You’d say no, tell him it’s too late and that you’d walk over yourself, that you’d be fine, and that you’d be at his in 5, not giving him a chance to object. 

He’d wait for you on the top step of the trailer, rain or shine, curly hair tied back, and a pair of thin wire glasses resting on his nose making his sleepy eyes look bigger. You’d smile and the sight, pretty brown eyes meeting yours as you scolded him for waiting outside, telling him that he’d get sick if he continued this. He’d lie, quite obviously, and tell you that he was just getting some air and you’d smile, stepping over him and pulling him inside. 

Both of you would then go to lie down and Eddie’s voice would be low as you stare at the ceiling, your vision clouding at the edges with fatigue. His chest would vibrate against your cheek with each word from his lips, as he told you about his day, about his next campaign, anything and everything he could think of. Anything to get you to relax. Anything to get you to rest.

Eventually, you’d get frustrated with yourself, angry that your body didn’t want to cooperate, annoyed that you were dragging Eddie along with you. The boy would then get up a little too quickly, your chin knocking against his, and he’d look for the nearest book and flashlight, knocking over things on his nightstand in the process. He’d find them and flip to a random page, laying back down with the light in his other hand. He would then start reading, stopping only when your breathing evened out and you let out soft snores. Stopping only when you relaxed into him in your sleep.

There’d be an imprint of his shirt on your cheek the next morning, and you’d rub the indents in your skin before touching the fabric of Eddie’s shirt, apologizing again to the boy for bothering him the previous night. He’d shush you, still half asleep, before yawning and pulling you back into him. You’d succumb to sleep like it was the easiest thing in the world.

[inkluvs]

ribs — send me a sfw request (prompts here if u want)

SHARE AND JAMES POTTER PLS ILY (if u write for him cause i deadass forgot)

cocky

i hope u don’t mind that this is so short ily!!!! tw: uhhh winter? (200ish words)

“You look like you’re freezing up.” James’s exhales are while in the winter air, coming putin short puffs as he stands beside you

“Likewise,” you reply. 

He groans and shrugs off his jacket before offering it to you. “Hypothermia isn’t a joke babe.”

“Keep the jacket then.” Despite your words, you wouldn’t give it back to him even if he pulled it from you. It’s warm and heavy, a comforting weight on your shoulders. Too perfect to give it back—at least for a little while. 

“I think I’ll let you have it.” A huff of laughter lodges itself in your throat. 

“Cockiness isn’t a good look on you.”

It is. 

[inkluvs]

ribs — [ RECITE ] sender quotes a poem that reminds them of receiver with james potter!!

read some to me

hehehe okay roma req 1/4 <3 i hope u like this baby <3 also @maddipoof was the one who suggested this poem bcos i couldn't think of one on my own <3 tw: sleep deprivation? i'm really not sure (0.3k)

james potter x reader

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“Uhhh, your turn, I believe,” James’s words are slurred with fatigue, each syllable toppling over the next until he finally gives up on sounding coherent, pointing to you instead.

He had insisted on staying up with you about an hour or two ago, promising that he wouldn’t get too tired no matter what. A few hours later and you’d settled on playing a game: each person says one thing that reminds them of the other when it’s their turn. So far it’s been simple, a sunset he saw the other day, a pair of glasses that looked similar to his, and you assume it’ll continue that way.

“A deer on the drive home.” You reply.

His lips part, “And you didn’t offer it a ride? What if it’d been me?”

You giggle and he pouts, crossing his arms.

“James, you were next to me.”

He tilts his head, genuine curiosity coating his voice. “Was I? Maybe I should sleep.”

You nod at his admission. “‘s what I’ve been saying.”

He shakes his head a little too aggressively, “I take that back, my turn?”

You hum.

“‘kay so I came across this poem, and it reminded me of you, it’s quite long though.”

You can feel your heart melting at his words, warmth blossoming in your chest as you formulate a response

“Yeah? What’s it called?”

He racks his brain for a moment, “Everyday You Play? ‘m not sure who wrote it though.” His brow puckers.

“‘s fine,” you assure him. “I’ll check later, yeah? Read some to me?”

“There was a line that I thought you’d like. It went, ‘I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.’ ‘s the last line if I’m correct.”

“James, that's gorgeous.” You breathe.

Heat rises to his cheeks. “Right? ‘s why I thought of you.”

“Flatterer,” You mumble, pressing your lips to his cheek.

He snores, smiling in his sleep.

[inkluvs]

Ribs

Brush - w/ Steve, plus

sleepy girl

hii my dear kristen i hope u like this it's very munch self indulgent LMAO <3 tw: pet names ; just general sadness ; he calls r 'girl' once (0.4k)

steve harrington x fem! reader

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You’re tired, exhausted even, and you bet everything you have that you look it too, your hair rumpled and knotted from a few days of neglect and your eyes sunken. You’d fix it if you had the energy but right now all you can think about is how good laying back down would be. How nice it’d feel to sit back down and ignore the sandpaper-like feeling at the base of your throat as you wonder when the last time you had had water was. 

Steve’s worried about you, he always is, holding you close to him when your chest aches and you can’t figure out what’s wrong and rubbing your back when quiet sniffs turn into shaky sobs. He’d wash your hair as you leaned your head back into the sink, too drained and burnt out to do the same yourself. You’d never quite let him touch your hair though, worries about it being too high maintenance plaguing your conscience. 

You’d never thought about it, at least until he offered. His hand is steady against your neck, warmth seeping into your joints as he holds you close. His thumb slips into your hair and you wince, unnoticeable to anybody but Steve.

“That hurt?” He murmurs, pulling his thumb from the strands gently.

You nod. “Haven’t gotten around to doin’ it yet, sorry”

“There’s no need to apologize, honey.” His hands move down to your shoulders, squeezing lightly, “Can I try? To do it I mean.”

You ponder the idea for a minute before replying. “If it isn’t too much work.”

“It’s never too much work,” he insists, and with that he leads you into the bathroom, grabbing you a chair before leaning your head back over the sink. His motions were practiced to perfection, warm water running against your scalp as he eased a brush through a knot, whispering apologies when you winced.

“Tell me if you wanna stop ‘kay?”

You nod.

Steve turns the tap off soon, draping a towel over your shoulders as he takes the wet strands into his palm, “‘s a braid okay?”

“Whatever you want.” You mumble, inklings of fatigue making its way into your voice.

“Sleepy girl,” he whispers, throat filled with honey-like affection, “I’ll finish this and then we’ll nap, that sound okay?” You hum and lean back into his hands, succumbing to sleep a few moments later.

He drops a kiss on your forehead as he tucks you in. “You’re so pretty.”

You smile.

[inkluvs]

Ribs - [ PAMPER ] sender does receiver’s makeup + Reverse

the reader do in eddie munson - 🍄(i love your blog)

as a test

hii anon my dear i love u and i hope u like this sjfjs i really enjoyed writing this <3 tw: pet names (honey ; babe ; etc.), i can’t think of anything else <3 (300-400 words)

eddie munson x reader

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Eddie’s palm is warm underneath the fat of your thighs, skin rubbing against skin and the denim of his jeans as you take a brush to his cheeks. You can feel his breath against the back of your hand, warm and steady. His cheeks are split in a grin and you wouldn’t mind, not if it weren’t hindering your abilities with the brush. 

“Babe, you’ve gotta stay still.” you murmur, “m gonna mess up.”

He stills for just a moment before swallowing slowly, the beginning of a grin making its way onto his face again. His throat vibrates under your touch as he speaks.

“You won’t,” he decides. “You never mess up.”

He inhales some of the powder and sneezes, shaking his head for a second as if he was dispersing any remnants from him before turning back to you.

“On you, maybe,” he makes a noise of disapproval, “I mess up on myself all the time.”

“Yeah,”

“Mhm…,” you rack through your memory before continuing, “like Monday, fucked up my eyeliner remember?”

He tilts his head—you never quite realized how similar his mannerisms were to that of a puppy’s until you were this focused on his every move. You tap the brush to the side of the palette before setting it down, instead grabbing the lip gloss.

“Describe it to me?” he says softly, the applicator shining on his lips.

“You know, the one that made me late? ‘Cause I was messin’ with it?” His tongue darts out to lick his lips, a habit he’d picked up from you, and his brows furrow at the new taste. You pick up the applicator again.

“Was it Monday? I thought it looked cool—very metal.”

“You think everything I do is metal.” You giggle. The sound he makes is smooth and low like honey, his vocal folds vibrating in the column of his throat as he laughs.

“That’s ‘cause it is,” he says solemnly, “if you do it it’s metal. I don’t make the rules, I just execute ‘em, honey.”

You hum, smiling, “Kiss? As a test.” 

He presses his lips against yours for just a second.

“Kiss.”

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with Robin and Caress from the prompt list please, also this is an insanely cute celebration, i’m in love with it <3

it’s gonna rain

hehe i hope u like this babe this was super fun 2 write <3 tw: mention of bugs ; rain ; kissing ; (0.2k)

robin buckley x reader

summer celly / masterlist / taglist

Robin’s eyelashes are fluttering, rays of sunlight hitting the dark blue of her irises and making them appear the same color as the sky. She has a ladybug in her palm, the tiny thing fluttering in the breeze from her hand to her shoulder  and back to her hand. It seems to like it there and you can’t agree more. Her pants and socks are stained by the grass, a green hue to the upper thigh area. 

She stands up suddenly, the ladybug flying away as she does. “It's gonna rain.”

You hum. “Smells like it.”

Sure enough, you hear a crack of thunder a few minutes later, rain pouring down and drenching you before you’re able to run back inside. A speck of mud is stuck to Robin’s cheek, looking much too similar to the girl’s freckles. You run your thumb over the skin and she leans into your palm, shutting her eyes as you rub the spot. You pull your hand away, inspecting the pad of your finger before looking back to her.

“Mud,” You explain, turning your thumb towards her. Her cheeks flush pink and you’re flooded by the overwhelming urge to kiss her. You give in to the urge, pressing your lips to hers, pink and pretty as they mumble hushed thank you’s against your own.

“Don’t thank me.” You whisper. She swallows the words, closing any gaps there’d been previously between the two of you. “Anything to touch you, yeah?