Hot Sister

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summary: you admire Eddie's face as you lay on his chest

pairing(s): eddie munson x fem!reader

warnings: making out(?), mostly just fluff

notes: hey guys! It's been so long omg. I'm kinda jumping from fandom to fandom, but I still really want to write again and I miss my moots on here 😭

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A quiet sigh left your lips as your half open eyes peered at the tv. Your head laid on Eddie's chest, your arms practically asleep as they were underneath his back on the couch. Eddie was passed out with his arms securely around your body, holding you as close to him as he possibly could. Sounds of small snores filled the room, almost blocked out by the sound of the loud tv that had been replaying The Shining. A smile curled up on your lips as you could hear his heartbeat from lying your ear close to his chest.

A small grunt escapes your lips as you slowly shift your head up to get a better look at his face. He contorts slightly, eyes still closed, and moves his arms up your body to keep you close as you moved. You chuckled quietly as you looked down at his sleeping face. Your eyes moved up and down as you carefully examined his facial features, from his thick eyebrows down to his plump pink lips. You reached up your hand and softly traced down his jawline and up to lay your palm on the side of his face and caress his cheek with your thumb. After a couple moments of you staring in compete admiration, you heard him grunt softly and slowly begin to open his eyes. He breathed in deeply and a large smile spread across his lips as he noticed your face looking down on him. "Whatcha' doing there, princess?" He asked, his voice a bit husky from just waking up. "Just-" You brought your hand up to lay in his hair. "Just admiring you." You spoke softly and leaned down to press a kiss to his lips. "Admiring?" He asked, a stupid smile beaming on his face. You chuckled as you laid your head down on his chest for a moment before sitting up and having both your legs on either side of his torso. "Yeah, you're just so pretty." You said as you cupped his face and pressed another kiss onto his lips. "So handsome." You pulled away for a moment just to kiss him once again. Eddie felt like he was going to melt from your words and now your lips on his. His hands moved up to wrap around your back and pull you down so that your chest is touching his, your lips still intertwined.

He held onto you tightly as he turned over so that he was now over you and you had your head lying against the arm of the couch. He pulled away from your lips for a moment as he looked down at you. "I could say the same thing about you sweetheart." He smiled and kept his hands securely at the sides of your waist, slightly under your shirt. You felt the cold metal of his rings at your sides causing a shiver to run up your spine. "You're stunning, baby." He whispers as he leans down and locks your lips in a deep kiss. You smile against his lips and pull him closer. He pulls back for a moment before laying his head down into the crook of your neck, leaving a few last kisses on your neck. "You're everything to me, baby." He hums into your neck and you pull your hand up and hold the back of his head. "I love you, Eddie." You whisper before pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. "I love you too, sweetheart." He responded, you could feel his smile on your neck. You rubbed circles into his back as you both fell asleep again slowly after.

Eddie Munson loves to let you borrow his things, whether you ask for them or not.

At first it’s simple and sweet. You need a pen? He’s got you covered. Sun’s in your eyes? Well, now his sunglasses are on your face. Stepped in something wet with your socks on? He’s practically sprinting to his bedroom to get you a fresh (and hopefully clean) pair, regardless of whether or not they’ll fit you bc he’s just that eager.

Somehow it escalates from there. Quickly, it becomes rare that you ever find yourself leaving his company without something of his. It’s constant throughout your relationship, and it’s one of the things that made you fall in love with him so damn quickly.

Sometimes he’s really sneaky with it– tucks a few of his hair ties or some chapstick in your coat pocket, strings one of his rings onto your necklace chain when you’ve taken it off to sleep, or even brings a mug from his house to yours and puts it oh-so-innocently in your kitchen cupboard when you’re not looking.

Other times it’s right in front of your eyes. You’ll be mid-conversation when he decides you need one of his pins on your shirt, that his bracelet will go perfectly with your outfit today, or that his bandana needs to be in your back pocket for whatever reason. He doesn’t miss a beat as he continues to go on with whatever you’re chatting about, but you can see the proud little sparkle in his puppy eyes when he steps back to admire his work.

You’ve asked Eddie about it exactly once, way back when you first got together.

He’s still standing so close that when he laughs you can feel his breath, almost cool against your ever-warming cheek as he attaches one of his pins to your shirt. It must catch him off guard when you voice your curiosity because the fingers, that have been absentmindedly smoothing down the fabric of your collar, falter in their movements.

And he begins to look almost… sheepish.

His head tilts down in an attempt to hide behind his curls, eyes wide and pupils so huge you’re put into a trance. Silly boy says, softer than you’ve ever heard his voice, that it’s so you won’t forget.

Forget about him.

The only thing you can think to do in that moment is kiss him.

So you do. Again, and again, and again, as you try to find a way to assure to him that there’s is no way in hell you’d ever be able to forget the love of your whole life.

Even if he wasn’t leaving little pieces of himself behind to remind you.

MATT MURDOCK X READER HCS

(self indulgent sorry)

♡ he’s warm. like really warm. when you get cold you cling to him like velcro (he only complains if he’s working on something important but otherwise he’s your heater/jungle gym hybrid)

♡ i’ve seen a lot of people talking about how he likes your skin, i agree but i have a proposition: he loves the little flaws in it. (ie: you have cracks on your knuckles or a few pimples here and there, but he likes these things because they’re something he associates with you)

♡ he really likes your hair. in fact trying to pry his hands out of your hair is sometimes an impossible task. you showed him how to do little braids a while ago and now he won’t stop.

♡ you steal his glasses when you guys are home alone sometimes just cause you like to see his eyes, he never minds, though he sometimes feigns upset so you’ll feel bad for him and get close enough that he can snatch you into a hug.

♡ he loves your voice. obviously he does, but he loves it regardless of topic. he never would have predicted how many fun facts he would learn from simply being around you. sometimes your rambling results in him being able to catch karen and foggy off guard at the office with whatever obscure knowledge he obtained from your dumps of useless information that pertains to a case.

anyways this has been in my drafts getting added to but i’m never gonna be satisfied with how many there are so whatevs i’ll just make another one when i have more ideas

In the Margins | K.Bakugou

Katsuki tries to be subtle about how much he likes you. He really, really does. There’s no explanation as to why, it’s just how he is. 

When surrounded by reporters, he glares and does his best not to respond. After all, no answer is less satisfactory than a string of insults when his hostilities are still an interesting headline. When someone asks him if it’s true that he has a romantic interest, that’s the only time his eyes widen in surprise. They still don’t get an answer as his PR specialist doesn’t give him time to respond, but given a moment longer the latest headliner would’ve been about his relationship with you— Or at the very least, a blurry paparazzi photo collage of the two of you, and a single photo of his particularly annoyed expression, captioned: “Dynamight reacts to dating claims!” 

He doesn’t really talk about you with his friends, but it becomes a running joke that to get his attention they should call your name. They sit together at a restaurant, Katsuki in the seat furthest from the action. No matter the topic of conversation, nothing seems to elicit an exciting response from him (if you don’t count the angry fist-slam on the counter when he commands Denki to stop stealing his fries). But when Kirishima turns to the entry and says, “Hey, it’s Y/N!”, he jolts to attention, swiveling in his chair and looking to the doorway, only to find that no one is there. The boys holler and laugh, calling him loverboy and the like, saying how pleased you would’ve been to see it. Katsuki fumes. He’s glad that he’s known for being angry. It masks how much he wishes that you had actually walked through that door. 

He doesn’t quite know what to do with himself when left alone in your presence. He wants to look at you, but when you make eye contact with him, he glares. When you talk to him, he scoffs a nonchalant response. But his body language can’t feign interest: he turns in your direction even when unspoken to, his voice deepens and his fingers drum nervously in his lap when you’re around. Even if he chooses to keep his distance, his thoughts keep you near. This much he can’t deny, and when you ask him on a date one night, he finds that he can’t deny you either. 

Things are different when he’s by himself entirely. He thinks about how nice your hair looked or how the dress you wore to dinner suited you. He prepares lunch for tomorrow, two servings: one for himself, and the other he will give to you, claiming they are leftovers. He rereads the texts you’ve sent him and looks for deeper meaning, but doubts there actually is any. It doesn’t stop him from smiling when he receives a goodnight message from you though. 

He doesn’t let you know everything. But he does let you know some things, to be extrapolated from there. If he recognizes that you wore lipstick he makes no comment, if he notices the way you sit closely he doesn’t move. He won’t tell you that he thinks red looks stunning on you, or that he likes it when your knees bump his. But he memorizes the shape of your lips as you speak, tracing the curve of your smile to find later in his dreams. 

When he finally tells you he loves you, you know he means it. Bakugou Katsuki is nothing if not true to himself.

He may never be an open book for you, aside from his rare outward confessions. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to be read. Flitting fingers on the back of your hand, a palm placed softly on your waist, warm meals, perfected drink orders and flowers on your doorstep without a card, only his name. He walks you home even when it’s inconvenient, takes the last train home to stay later with you, and runs through the rain to give you his spare umbrella, complaining about how wet his socks are only once you’re out of earshot. His rough hands learn to be gentle, and though he doesn’t whisper sweet nothings in your ear, his kisses linger on your hands, your lips, your neck. 

His gestures are humble but he makes them feel extravagant. It’s the same when he gets down on one knee in your shared bedroom, presenting a ring that only has one meaning; when he smiles softly as you walk down the aisle, wearing a dress you had talked about but he’d never seen; when he comes home to you every night, spending a few extra minutes in bed when morning comes; when he feels age in his bones but stays youthful with you.  

Bakugou Katsuki’s love is of the subtle variety: no bold text or pretty font, looping in and around a perfectly crafted story. But it’s written in the margins, permanent marker bleeding through the pages: There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to be with you. 

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A/N: Let’s just call this one a tribute to my 1 year blog anniversary, a reiteration of how I view love, the core of every work I’ve written so far— I will indulge in it over and over again.

Date posted: 3/10/23

Eddie Munson x Henderson! reader Pt. 2

Summary: Eddie’s been waiting all day just to see Dustin’s sister again and now hellfire has run 30 minutes late.

Warnings: fem! Reader, cursing, fluff, broken walkmans, Dustin’s dead cat is mentioned, two idiots in love, no spoilers

A/N: here’s a part two for everyone who’s been patiently waiting. I didn’t realize y’all would like the first one so much😭 much love.

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They’re running half an hour late. Eddie swears he’s tried to wrap up this campaign for the entirety of that half hour, but it’s gotten him nowhere.

“I think that’s a perfect place to leave off.” turned into “guys, we’re running late. No, I’m not late for anything. I’m just a very on schedule man, okay?” turned into “This is where we leave off! I refuse to DM any later then this very late hour of 6:30pm. Clean up your messes. Yes Gareth, I know where we’ve left off, thank you.”

So, much to the boys dismay, they clean up their messes and shove papers and dice into their binders. Not without Dustin grumbling about how they usually play well into 8 o’clock. His sister can wait another half hour. Come on!

They’re still shuffling to get everything picked up and put away when they hear a soft knocking at the door. Eddie flinches out of his skin. Gareth, who’s right next to him, looks at him startled. Who is that? There’s no one else it could be but her, all the teachers are gone and the janitor left 15 minutes ago. Oh my god, the room is still a mess. What is he going to do? His thoughts are cut off by Mike quickly opening the door-

Jesus Christ it’s just Jeff. Eddie completely forgot that he left to use the bathroom 5 minutes ago. He lets out a big breath of air in relief, slumping forward to grab the chair In front of him, and closing his eyes that are now hidden by his messy hair. He’s gotta fix that before he sees her.

Everyone’s staring at Eddie, and Jeff is paused in the doorway, hesitant to walk into the room after such a reaction from his dungeon master. What did he do?

“What.. what did I do?”

“Nothing Jeff,” Eddie waves him into the room, “we’re just cleaning up, cmon.”

He walks into the room, but not without looking at each of his party members confusedly. His gaze sticks a little longer on Gareth who’s now on the verge of tears from laughing at Eddie. Can someone tell him what’s going on?

“Did you think that was her?” Gareth manages to gasp out, he’s weak in his seat holding his stomach and wiping tears away from his lash line. His mind keeps replaying the way Eddie flinched at the thought of her seeing the room in this.. state.

Eddie promptly ignores him. He can’t get worked up right now. He’s gotta play it cool for her and he can’t do that if he’s worked up over his own party teasing him.

At the way Eddie ignores his question, Gareth is sucked into a new laughing fit so hard he fears he might start gagging. Jeff puts his hand on Gareth’s back, slowly rubbing up and down, hoping that the giggles will stop. He thinks it’s kinda.. cute.. of Eddie to be so head over heals for a girl.

“Yeah, yeah, so funny.” Eddie draws out “We’ll see who’s laughing when I’m the only one in this room with a girlfriend.”

“But.. me and Mike have girlfriends?” Dustin’s confusion has taken him so far aback, he hasn’t even realized that Eddie just said his sister was going to be his girlfriend.

That makes Eddie smile down at his DM folder he’s neatly packing up. Why does that make him smile? “Oh yeah, sure.” He lifts his eyes to Dustin’s “Except mine won’t conveniently live in another state, making it impossible for their friends to meet them.”

“Her name is Suzie, and she lives in Utah!”

“And shes hotter then Phoebe Cates?” Eddie’s hand is on his hip now.

“Yes! And she’s like really smart. She can hack into-”

Eddie shakes his head in amusement “Hey, can’t be hotter then your sister.”

Dustin gapes at him. What did Eddie just say? Mike has both hands over his mouth desperately trying not to laugh.

“You know what?” Dustin turns on his heel offended, and walks out the club door, not even waiting for Mike to catch up.

“Shit,” Eddie scrambles for his stuff. Before he leaves the room he runs his hands trough his hair, using a prop mirror to push his bangs into place, and smooths down his shirt. He will not have a remake of lunch.

He’s practically tripping over his feet to keep up with Dustin, who’s setting an imposible pace trying lose Eddie. He’s yelling apologies through the hall “I was joking! Kid! It as a joke, im sorry!” He doesn’t sound sorry though, he sounds like he’s about to bust out laughing.

When they push through those large high school doors, she’s the only in the big empty parking lot. She’s sitting on the hood of her car messing with something in her hands, while Sweet Leaf plays loudly in her car. Sweet Leaf. My God, he’s in love.

She hears the doors open and snaps her head up like she’s been expectantly waiting for something. Or someone.

She’s not wearing her cheer uniform anymore, just a large Back to The Future tee shirt Robin bought her and Steve as an inside joke (she’s been using it as a sleep shirt, but she was in a rush to get to Dustin), and denim shorts. Her hair looks like it’s in the process of drying. Did she take a shower? Also why does he suddenly have the urge to see her in his own shirt?

The “Dusty!” she yells out is wobbly like she’s holding something in, and he can hear the upset laced through it. He thinks he must’ve heard her wrong. That is until he sees her watery eyes and furrowed brows, and realizes he didn’t at all.

Dustin immediately thinks the worst, rushing over to her. They didn’t kill all the demodogs? Russians are back in Hawkins? No it’s not that, she’s handing him something. What is she handing him? Her.. walkman?

Even though she scared the shit out of him, he try’s not to get upset with her. Her Walkman was a gift from Steve and she treats it like it’s the most precious thing in the world, she’s never let him touch it either. Is it broken?

“You scared the shit outta me.” He breathes out, winded from running through the parking lot.

She looks genuinely sorry. “I’m sorry dusty,” She’s had that tight feeling in her throat since 5:30 when she got out the shower and saw her mothers cat treating her most beloved Walkman like a cat toy. The talking gives into her tight throat and she lets out a quiet sob. Oh, Eddie’s heart just broke a little. She sticks her Walkman in Dustin’s hands, “look.”

“Why are you handing me this?”

“Click play.”

“Oh.”

Her Walkman won’t play when he clicks the button.

“And! My Master of Reality cassette is stuck in there!”

Dustin frowns, “You love that cassette.”

“It’s my favorite one!” She sobs, dropping her head into her hands. She doesn’t fight the crying anymore. Only, she’s being so quiet that the only reason Eddie can tell she’s crying is because of how hard her shoulders are shaking. He wants to hug her so bad. So bad.

Dustin fiddles with it for a moment, bringing it up to his eye to look at it closer, before looking up at her and asking “what happened?”

She treats this thing like gold, she couldn’t have been the one to do this.

“Tews, that stupid fucker. I came into my room and he was tossing it around like it was a play toy. I thought maybe you could fix it”

Dustin’s just trying to distract her enough to quiet her sobs, he really doesn’t know if he can fix this, but worst case scenario he’d ask Steve if he would buy her a new one. And he would! Matter of fact, if Steve knew that this one was broken right now he’d insist on buying her a new one instead of Dustin fixing it himself.

“I hate that new cat,” another choked sob “I miss mews so much” now Dustin doesn’t know if she’s still crying about her Walkman or if she’s accidentally made herself start crying over their dead cat. That poor mangled cat.

Eddie thinks he hears her whisper out “so mangled” and wonders what the hell happened to their last cat. I mean mangled?

“I know, I know” he’s still fiddling with it. She looks like she wants to object when he starts softly hitting it, but she doesn’t.

“I liked Dart more than I like Tews. Dart’s face opens up, he’s a carnivore, and Tews is somehow still meaner!” She sniffles a little while Dustin nods, too engrossed with trying to see what’s wrong with the Walkman. “What was the candy you gave Dart down there??” down where? Eddie’s so confused. “Was it a.. Nougat?” Dustin nods again.

“Nougat! I’m gonna go back down there with a Nougat and bribe dart to come back up and kill Tews the way he killed Mews”

What? Okay. Now they’ve really lost Eddie. He looks over at Mike, expecting his confusion to be mirrored on the younger boys face. Why does Mike look like he understands what they’re talking about? What the hell?

Dustin let’s out a strangled laugh like he’s startled and pats her knee, “I think I’ll be able to fix it.”

She gasps, wiping the tears off her face harshly, “really?”

Dustin nods, “I might even be able to save Master of Reality.”

She hops of the car quickly and throws her arms around him ecstatic. Eddie hears a quiet chant of thank you’s. He could laugh at how quickly her mood changed. Like a mood ring in a warm fist he thinks. When she pulls away she remembers her promise of dinner and says “you guys are getting extra fries tonight.”

The excitement that bursts from the two youngest boys has her in wet laughs. She turns to Eddie and swears she has a heart attack when she realizes that he’s there too. When did he get there? Did he see her crying? Oh Christ she’s mortified.

“You can come too, if you want I mean. You don’t have to come if you don’t want-“

The boys excitement dies down quickly. Well, Dustin’s does. Mike still has a grin on his face. Before Dustin can object, Eddie rushes out “I want to come! I’ll come, if you want me to?”

“I want you to come.. if you want to come.”

A loud laugh bubbles out of him, startling her into a nervous laugh. They’re just repeating the same thing over and over. “Yeah, I want to come. But my car-“ he points behind him dramatically, smiling at her “is alllll the way back there. Do you wanna meet there?”

Her words mix and muddle with Dustin’s, as he says “no” and she says “yes” at the same time, but he wasn’t listening to Dustin. He was listening to her.

“Ok! Cool! So I’ll just-“ he makes to walk towards his car.

“We haven’t told you where we are eating yet?”

“Oh-“ he laughs a little, looking away to cover up his bright cheeks, just in case the dark of this cold fall night doesn’t. That’s actually a really good excuse. His face is just really.. really cold right now? Jesus Christ. “What- where are we gonna eat?”

She turns and gives an expectant look to where her brother just was, but he’s.. gone? She spins a full 360 looking for him and quickly realizes that he’s sitting in the dark car with Mike. He just really couldn’t stand to watch them stumble around each other any longer.

She lets out a breath of a laugh, and Eddie can see it in the cold air. “Jesus. he’s- he’s something.”

She walks up to the window and crouches so she can motion for him to roll the window down. When he does he looks severely unimpressed, arms crossed and looking cross himself. “What d’you and Mike want for dinner, Spock?”

He rolls his eyes at her teasing and says “You seem very in the mood for Enzo’s”

“Har har, very funny. What do you want for dinner Mike?”

“The diner on curly?”

“Perfect, thank you.”

She gets up and walks back to Eddie, feeling more prepared. “We’re gonna go to the diner on curly, do you know where that is?”

He nods, “I’ll see you there, pretty”

He didn’t mean to say that. He really didn’t mean to say that. Oh my god. What’s wrong with him? It wasn’t him being smooth, it was him having no filter! I need to buy a filter he thinks.

Meanwhile, her heart soars. He thinks I’m pretty?? She smiles so hard, so quickly, she turns her entire head away to look behind her.

He was hurriedly looking for any emotion he could find on her face, but when he sees her look away to hide that ever growing smile, he feels sweet relief. Suddenly he’s bursting with pride. Maybe he is smooth.

He’s smiling wide when she turns her head back to look at him, and she feels she needs to look away again just to escape his pretty smile.

“Yeah, I’ll see you there, Eddie.” She can’t even say it to his face, his attractiveness is blinding her.

He watches her quickly turn towards her car and climb in, before turning towards his own car himself. The smile never leaves his face.

He really needs to ask that girl out on a proper date.

Who wants a pt 3?

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Eddie with straight hair??

I’d like to imagine he went to a barber or something after years of cutting and doing his own hair and they ended up straightening it.

Dustin hiding behind Mike as he silently judges this new style choice while mike is just like “brother?” Bc yk, bowl cut lookin ass-

Might end up redoing this so

Not long til the finale is released. I'm not ready

sleepy fools 💕

tender pirates!!