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[queenimmadolla]

𝐄𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝

Summary: A glimpse into Eddie’s morning as a first time and young dad with his baby. Oh, and you’re there, too.

Warnings: allusions to sexy stuff, descriptions of breastfeeding (it’s natural—suck it up), and fluff.

a/n: pulled this one out of the vault for you guys, written last July. hope you like it!

Eddie’s up before you and surprised to see it’s light outside, a sight he hasn’t woken up to in the last couple of months. Two, to be exact.

  That’s when the two of you had brought Penny home.

  Eddie yawned, impressively loud before he slapped a hand over his mouth, gaze flickering to you but you were still asleep; on your stomach with your face partially hidden in your pillow. You’d successfully kicked the sheets off yourself in your sleep, leaving your legs bare and your top half covered with one of Eddie’s larger shirts. 

  One of your legs was bent at the knee and raised up near your elbow.

  God, you always looked so fucking delectable. All he’d have to do is rouse you with some kisses pressed to your neck, settle himself behind you, pull his boxers down and move your panties to the side and he could just—

  Eddie inhaled sharply, tearing his gaze away from your body before his blood could rush off to an area he didn’t have the time to acknowledge, as the very reason he couldn’t partake in his little fantasy cooed from her crib. 

  She’d been the result of a very similar event.

  He took a couple of moments to calm himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he promised, soon.

  Then he got out of bed, snagging a band t-shirt from the dresser as he walked to the crib on the other end of the room.

  Eddie yanked on the shirt—only briefly struggling with the arm holes—before he was peering into the crib, mouth breaking out in a megawatt grin.

  Penny was awake alright, big brown eyed stare focused on a sticker that had been plastered to the wall of his room long before she was even conceived. You’d swaddled her before putting her to bed last night, so she looked like an adorable, content burrito.

  Once she realized Eddie was hovering over her, the sticker lost her attention and those big beautiful eyes were on him, sparkling as her mouth parted in a gummy smile big enough to rival his own. 

  Daddy came to rescue her from confinement. 

  “Hi, baby, good morning!” Eddie cooed, trying his best to excitedly whisper so as to not disturb you, but he couldn’t help it. He was still so thrilled—and fucking terrified—to be a dad, to have that cute face peering up at him every morning and waiting for him when he got home from work. She always looked at him like he was the greatest thing to walk the earth, always so delighted to see her daddy.

  Even though she’d start crying for you the moment you came into view—but you had an advantage he lacked, you always had her food on you. Her walking meal ticket.

  And Eddie couldn’t even blame her, he was a huge fan of your boobs and he’d even bet he appreciated them more than Penny. 

  Eddie reached into the crib, tugging the tucked in corner of the blanket out and as the blanket around her loosened, Penny’s arms shot up near her head, her tiny body arching as she stretched for a comically long period of time. Eddie chuckled, using it to his advantage, he slipped an arm behind her back and head with the other supporting her bottom as he picked her up, pressing a kiss to her head (and giving her hair a secret little sniff to get a whiff of that baby scent of hers).

  “Did you sleep good, honey?” He cradled her in one arm, tucked close to his chest as he carried her out of the room to start on breakfast. 

  Penny obviously didn’t answer, head resting against his collarbone.

  “Heard you woke up mom last night—well, early this morning, I guess—with boobie demands.”

  Eddie pulled the fridge open, hovering in front of it as he debated on its contents before selecting the cartridge of eggs.

  He didn’t want to put Penny down, happy to have her curled up in his arms, so a simple breakfast would have to do. A pan was pulled out, so was a little bit of cooking oil and soon Eddie was breaking the eggs out of the shell—angling his body to the side so Penny wasn’t at risk of possible oil splash back—and letting them cook.

  “You like eggs?” Eddie asked, stepping a little ways from the stove as he hitched her higher on his chest and held the eggshells out for her to see.

  She kicked her legs, a roll covered arm shakily reaching out towards the shells but Eddie kept them out of her reach.

  “Uh-uh, no sticky fingers for you, young lady.”

  The shells were tossed in the trash can but Penny didn’t care, twisting her upper so her chest was pressed to his. She gripped his shirt loosely in her chunky fist as she leaned forward and mouthed at his shoulder, effectively soaking the area with her drool before she began to suckle.

  “Jesus, you act like we starve you.” Eddie chuckled, reaching for a recently washed pacifier to pop into her mouth.

  She seemed to prefer it over his shirt, doing a full body sigh once she was suckling on it, with her need partially sated (eddie knew he had about fifteen minutes to wrap up breakfast before she realized nothing was coming from it and would start crying), Penny went back to cuddling into his chest. 

  She was starting to be a little more active—not sleeping as much as she did this time last month but for the most part, her movements were still unstable. She had good neck control (you’d had to pin Eddie down to keep him from picking her up when she’d immediately cry upon being put down for tummy time), she liked to kick her legs like she was about to take off for a marathon, but she still couldn’t quite hold things for long (unless it was hair or fingers) and had yet to roll over without you cheating and nudging her the rest of the way.

  Speaking of making Penny do things…

  Eddie lost to his intrusive thought, rearranging his hold on Penny so he was gently grasping her sides as he placed her feet on the counter. Immediately, she popped down to squat before shooting up again. And then she did it once more, getting comfortable with using her legs.

  She didn’t even seem to wonder why Eddie was making her stand, she was more focused on staring intensely at her own feet.

  Then Eddie made her jump, lifted her up and down and up and down, and when that got her smiling wide enough for her pacifier to fall out of her mouth, Eddie moved onto the cabinets.

  “Go, baby, go!” He turned her on her side, miming the motions of her chunky legs running over the top cabinets like some baby ninja and laughing at how big her smile managed to keep getting, her big eyes squinting with it.

  “What are you doing to my baby?” You asked as you emerged from the bedroom, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

  “She’s gonna be the next Karate Ki—hello.”

  Eddie couldn’t help himself, dark gaze trailing over your figure as you stood there, hair a wreck, no pants, oversized t-shirt—ooh, and a leaking nipple. 

  Eddie’s favorite. Yum.

  You followed his gaze, scoffing at the dark stain growing over your left boob, hand pressing against it to stop it as if you were applying pressure to a wound.

  “It heard her,” You pouted, lip stuck out and wobbling at him as you referenced your body’s response to the sound of your baby. Crying, giggling, whimpering—didn’t matter, your milk ducts went into overdrive, aware that your baby was conscious and could need a feeding. Her baby noises were like a trigger sequence.

  Eddie lifted Penny to his face, pressing fervent kisses into the chub of her cheeks, “Score for you, babe!”

  You rolled your eyes, completely, utterly fond and smitten over the interaction. He briefly abandoned the kitchen to hand her to you after you’d made yourself comfortable on the couch, ready to fall to his knees in adoration.

  You pulled the shirt over your breast, and despite trying to place your nipple in her mouth for her, Penny struggled to find it, mouthing greedily at your boob, her little head turning this way and that way but always missing the peak. 

  “Girl, it’s right there.” You laughed. Penny gave it like four more seconds of trying before her whimpers kicked in and you hurriedly managed to get her to latch, stopping the outburst.

  And just like that, Penny was content, making satisfied little squeaks as she nursed and stared up at you, pretending like she hadn’t been moments away from screaming her lungs out.

  And Eddie was distracted, solely focused on the two of you and how he wanted to roll around on the carpet because the cuteness aggression was almost unbearable. If this was how he would be spending every work-free morning for the rest of his life, he was ready to convert to being a morning person.

  Especially if those big sparkly eyes and that gummy smile would be staring up at him. GOD-she was so stinking cute. He wanted to smother her in his affection, but she was growing annoyed with Eddie all up in her face and squishing the chub she was accumulating. She even cried if he faked chewed on her chunky cheeks for too long.

  “What’s that smell?” You asked, snapping him out of his love stupor as you sniffed loudly.

  “FUCK!” Eddie bolted back to the kitchen, smoke surrounding the pan and what had once been edible eggs, “Hey, honey, what’s your opinion on extra crispy eggs? You a risk taker?”

“The answer to that is hurting my nipple right now.”

“Valid. That was a very fun risk.”

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[f1version]

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[ryan-waddell11]

I just know this man has the WORST poker face

[stevie-petey]

I know you just dropped a new chapter but I have a blurb if you wanna write it. Could we see others perception of bug. Like Mrs. Clicks class, bugs just chilling and doing her work while there are people so entranced by her and she doesn't even know it. Like Robin, Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, maybe Eddie 👀

ooooo i LOVE a good character study thank u for this request !!

enjoy <3

"your book report isnt bad, but..." you sigh, trying not to let your disbelief of how horrible the paper is show. "it could use some work."

jonathan nods at you solemnly. the librarys florescent light burns down upon his shame. "be honest, how fucked am i?"

"... pretty fucked."

the boy covers his face with his head and groans, causing the librarian to harshly shush him. its the middle of study hall, the entire section is overtaken by a crowd of kids either pretending to study or silently mourning their grades.

youre the only one actually doing any work, jonathan has long since given up on his stupid essay. english has never been his best subject, youve always basically written all his papers for him in exchange for math help. its been a good system.

until goddamn mrs. greer caught on and threatened suspension.

"its okay, maybe i could try and copy your writing style?" you suggest, but jonathan only responds by dropping his head onto the table. he doesnt even know what his writing style is. you rub his back in soothing circles, hopeless as well. "okay, yeah. i tried."

robin buckley sits a few seats away from you and jonathan. she watches you curiously, eyes narrowed at the hand on the boys back. she doesnt quite understand your relationship with jonathan. truthfully, she doesnt really pay much attention to the guy. she thinks hes cool, sure, maybe quiet, but youve always interested her more.

jonathan says something to you, which you laugh at, and again the librarian shushes the two of you. jonathan ducks his head down, embarrassed, but you only giggle with a flushed smile on your face. you try to hide the smile, though even robin knows that its impossible to hide a smile like yours.

youre wearing a soft purple sweater today, a flannel far too big for you covers your shoulders, and robin desperately wants to ask you where you got it from. shes always wanted to talk to you, but fear has stopped her from ever getting too close.

she isnt sure if the fear is from your beauty or from how genuine of a person you are. youre known as hawkins sweetheart, youre practically untouchable, and robin doesnt think youd like someone like her. shes awkward and annoying and speaks too fast and talks too loud.

eddie munson really hates the library, but he hates hawkins high even more. he'll be damned if he has to spend another fucking year here. so here he is, pretending that he knows what the fuck hes doing as he starts on one of his long overdue assignments. theres thirty he needs to hand in for one class alone. hes fucked.

it doesnt help that someone behind him keeps giggling.

he turns in his seat, ready to tell the girl to shut the fuck up, but then he sees that its you. he freezes, his anger suddenly gone.

youre the girl who loaned him a pencil last week. eddie had been so nervous for the exam that he had forgotten a goddamn pencil. he had panicked, he really couldnt afford to fail, but mrs. greer wouldnt let him get up to find a new one.

eddie had been close to tears, embarrassed and overwhelmed, when you had tapped his shoulder. "here,"

in your hand was a pencil, offering it to him. eddie took it from you, relief flooding through him, and he gave you a curt nod before frantically starting the exam with five minutes wasted.

eddie never actually thanked you for that. in fact, he had completely forgotten all about it until he saw you later that day talking to mrs. greer to arrange a time for you after school to retake the exam. apparently you also didnt have a pencil ready that day.

you had given him your only pencil, knowing youd fail the exam, just so eddie wouldnt.

so eddie turns back in his seat, grips your loaned pencil that he still has, and goes back to his assignments. your giggling carries over to him, and the sound is a pleasant one now. all things considered, youve got a cute laugh.

nancy wheeler stands in the romance section of the library, waiting anxiously for steve harrington. hes late, he promised her hed be there right after lunch, yet she stands alone.

she can hear your laughter from where she stands. she peers around the corner, sees you with jonathan, and she rolls her eyes fondly. youre always together, but she does find it cute. youre sweet together, in an old, married couple kind of way.

jonathans eyes drift from your laughing frame to nancy. she sucks in a breath, caught, and he raises an eyebrow at her. hes intrigued, wonders why shes staring at you and him, and nancys cheeks burn. she doesnt really talk to you and jonathan, she hasnt for a long time.

nancy turns away awkwardly and pretends that she hadnt seen jonathan at all.

steve sees you first when he enters the library, late and out of breath. well, he hears you first, and he smiles even before he can understand why. he knows you hang out in the library with jonathan, hes expected you to be there, but its still somehow a pleasant surprise.

youre head is thrown back, mid laugh, and steve shakes his head at you. youre always smiling, always kind, always lovely. he sees the paper jonathan has you reading for him and steve supposes that eventually youll be trading english essays in for marriage licenses.

its inevitable.

who wouldnt want to marry someone like you? steve knows he does, and he finds nancy waiting for him in the romance section, and he thinks hes finally met your match.

[pappydaddy]

wedding: round two (s.h.)

a/n: ignore the title, idk what is going on with that, it's the best i could come up with

tv show/movie: stranger things | pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

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sequel to speak now

synopsis: there is another wedding in hawkins that steve and y/n must attend

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warnings: fluff | friendly teasing | brief outfit description to set it in the 90s

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  The old, musty smelling church was filled to the brim (it did not hold large groups of people anyway) with chattering guests ranging in ages. Steve looked around expectantly, tugging at the tie around his neck. Dustin sat next to him, shifting uncomfortably in his own suit. “I hate these damn things,” Dustin gruffed. “So uncomfortable,” He grumbled. Steve swatted his hands away from his tux, earning a glare from the younger man. “You’re messing with your suit too, asshole.”

  “I’m older.” Was Steve’s only retort as he continued to fuss with his suit. When they heard heels scuffing against the old hardwood of the church, the two men stopped fussing with their suits, looking to their left to see Robin approaching with a fan and three little bottles of bubbles. Unceremoniously, Robin plunked herself down on the pew next to them, immediately fanning herself to fight off the heat trapped in the old church. 

  “It’s too hot to be having a wedding in a church without AC,” Robin breathed out. “Especially when you set the date for July. Why July anyway?” Robin huffed, lifting her arms to fan under her armpits. 

  Steve shook his head at her, looking to the front where the groomsmen were gathering. Above the chattering, the family sat in the front few pews in front of them blended in with the rest of the crowd of wedding go-ers. No obnoxiously large hats were seen in the church on that side. On the other side, a few wore some hats akin to the hats Steve sees the Royal Family wearing on the cover of magazines, but nothing insane. A wide variety of coloured dresses and black and silver suits were all that he could see. It was a nice refresher after the last wedding he was at in this church. 

  “Say, you’re awfully quiet about the heat,” Robin elbowed him, making him look down at her. “Not thinking about breaking up another one of your ex’s weddings, are you?” Robin teased, her eyes sparkling even more when Steve shot her an annoyed look. 

  “Ha, ha,” Steve rolled his eyes, but he glanced behind him to look out the wide, double doors of the church, spotting the women he had been impatiently waiting for talking to another person in the lobby. “I get it, I actually objected at a wedding. Laugh all you want.” Steve hadn’t heard the end of it since they all received the Save the Date cards in the mail. Not even the bride and groom of this wedding were letting him live his extraness down. 

  “I mean, you really didn’t need to stand up and tell Jessie his fiancee didn’t actually love him,” Dustin chimed in as he shed his suit jacket, rolling his shirt sleeves up, but Steve whacked his hands away from the sleeves, he was given specific instructions not to let Dustin roll his sleeves up or he will crease the shirt. “You could have just objected and she would have left with you.” 

  “Well, sorry for not really knowing what to say in a moment like that. It was kind of my first time,” Steve huffed, standing from the pew, discarding his own suit jacket and making a show of rolling his own sleeves, Dustin glaring at him. “Now, I believe I have to go rescue my future bride.” 

  “Just make sure you don’t accidentally ruin another white-veil occasion!” Robin smirked as he shuffled past her seat figure. Discreetly, Steve flipped her off before he was striding towards the church lobby, his eyes locked on the women who stood there, a fake smile on her dark red lips as three elderly ladies talked her ear off. 

  She stood there, her maroon, satin dress cami dress clinging and slouching on her body just right. The slit along her left thigh danced slightly as a slight breeze blew by her from other guests flurrying around. Her hair was twisted up onto a gold wire clip, a few tendrils of hair falling around her face in the most perfect way. She had wanted to leave her hair down, but the summer heat chose differently. “Oh, there he is now!” One of the older ladies smiled, noticing Steve approaching. 

  A real smile stretched on her face when she looked in his direction, seeing him walking towards them. “Hello ladies,” Steve smiled, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her into him, her hand resting on his chest immediately, melting into his embrace despite the heat of the day. “Hello, Hun.” Steve greeted her, pressing a kiss to her lips. The ladies all cooed at the sweet display. 

  “Aren’t you two the cutest,” One of them gushed, flicking her hand towards them. “I knew you two would end up together in the end. Said it from the very first time I saw you guys walking down the street holding hands.” 

  The other two hummed in agreement, nodding. They all stood there, in somewhat matching outfits, their Royal Family-esque hats tilted slightly. “I love my great grand-daughter, but I never thought you two were a match, Steve. Now, I did always think you truly sparkled whenever you talked to this little one here-” She nodded to the women standing next to him. “The Harrington boy and Silvya’s daughter.” 

  “I was so glad when you stood up at her wedding,” The third one gushed, her hand laying gently on Steve’s bicep. “That Jessie and his family looked like a piece of work, but it wasn’t you up there with her,” She insisted. Now Steve knew why she had a forced smile on her face. She had been trapped with their biggest fans, recounting all the times they weren’t together. “Then I was over the moon when I heard you proposed to her!” She squealed, hand leaving Steve’s arm to gesture to the ring on the hand resting on Steve’s chest. 

  “It’s a gorgeous ring, you have incredible taste, young man. My grand-daughter should have convinced her daughter to love you when she had her chance-” The girl glued to his side shifted, her feet becoming numb the longer she stood there in heels. “Wouldn’t be the same though, and I guess she’s happy with this Byers’ boy. I’ve never seen her so happy!” 

  “Oh, Y/N, dear,” Steve saw a lull in the conversation, looking down at the girl clinging to him. “Did you get those programs and bubbles for us?” He asked her as she looked up at him, relief in her eyes. 

  “Yes, yes. I did, they’re right in my purse,” She pulled away from him, unzipping and reaching into her black shoulder bag that had been resting in the crook of her elbow. “Here they are, Hun.” She held them up for him to look at, holding them in the same hand that held her purse strap. 

  “Perfect, Robin was asking for one,” Steve nodded. “Did you grab yourself a fan, it’s way too hot in the church,” He asked her again, very much aware of the older ladies who watched the interaction with their hands clasped together. Y/N shook her head. “Well, that just won’t do. If you would excuse us, Ladies, we need to get her a fan!” Steve exclaimed, providing them with an exit. 

  “Oh, yes! We best be sitting down soon, the wedding will start and we’d still be out here gabbing,” Nancy’s great grand-mother waved her hand dismissively, pulling the fan out of her own purse. “It was lovely talking to you dears, be sure to invite us to the wedding!” 

  “Will do, lovely talking to you,” Y/N gushed in reply, giving them a soft wave as Steve guided her towards the table with the fans. “Oh, my god. Thank you so much for rescuing me!” She breathed out as soon as they got to the table, his other hand falling to rest on her other hip while she looked over the variety of hand fans. 

  “My pleasure,” Steve hummed, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I will always come rescue you.” He pressed another kiss to her cheek, squeezing her waist, making her squeal out a giggle, shying away from his hands a little. She wasn’t able to move very far thanks to his grip.

  “You’ve proven that time and time again,” She smiled up at him, leaning her chin up, waiting for him to meet her with a kiss. He eagerly complied, pecking her lips. “Now, which one should I pick?” She asked him, looking back down at the table of fans. Steve rested his chin on her shoulder, eyes trailing over the selection. 

  He reached out, pointing to a floral one with hints of different shades of red on it. “This one, the reds go with your dress,” He decided. Nodding, she grabbed it, pushing it closed so she could carry it. Steve took a second, stepping back just enough where she could move, keeping his hand flat against her lower back. “Here, give me your purse.” He held his free hand out, seeing that she was struggling to hold everything. 

  She complied, handing him the small shoulder bag. “Bless you, Steve,” She signed. Jessie never carried her purse for her. He wouldn’t even touch it. Yet, here was Steve, telling her to give him her purse. “I love you.” 

  “I love you too,” He smiled, his hand staying on her back as they walked to their friends. “We’re back, scoot down.” Steve announced, making Robin Scoot closer to Dustin who had to scoot closer to Mike to make room for Steve and Y/N. 

  Robin smiled, doing as Steve said too easily. Before Steve could interfere, the comment was already flying from Robin’s lips. “You were taking so long we thought you might have absentmindedly found your way into the dressing room to convince the bride to run away again.” 

  Steve groaned as he gently guided Y/N to step into the pew before him while Y/N laughed at the comment. “I think he would have a gang of old ladies stopping him from running off with another bride,” Y/N commented, handing everyone a program, stuffing the bottle of bubbles back into her purse. “Apparently, we have quite a fan group.” She informed Robin, making the blonde’s eyes light up. 

  “Oh, my god,” She laughed. “I bet they are like granny-ninjas where they come around at night and right all the wrongs Steve makes,” Robin suggested. “That’s why Steve hasn’t screwed up again-” ,” Robin suggested. “That’s why Steve hasn’t screwed up again-” 

  “Hey, don’t even joke about that,” Steve interjected as he sat down, Robin tossing him his discarded suit jacket. “I don’t want that shit in the universe. Nothing-” He paused, pointing a finger at Robin and the two younger men. “And I mean nothing, is going to make me lose her again.” 

  Y/N cooed, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, her thumb instantly coming up to rub the red lip print off his cheek. “Sheesh, it was just a joke,” Robin rolled her eyes, sharing looks with Dustin. "I can joke all I want about him breaking up weddings, but joking about him messing up royally is off the table. Noted.” Steve glared at her just as the double doors closed, signally it was time for the Bride to emerge. 

  The organ sounded, playing a much more upbeat tune than the last time they had all heard it. The doors opened just enough, letting the parade of bridesmaids dressed in soft pink gowns through, El sitting in the middle of the pack. Everyone stood, turning towards the doors as they closed again. Seconds later, they were pulled open again, this time revealing Nancy in a white, dainty gown. One that screamed Nancy. Y/N cooed, leaning over Steve at the start before shuffling to stand in front of him at the end of the pew, Steve shuffling back. “She looks gorgeous,” She breathed, hands coming up to rest on her chest. Quickly, she glanced up at Jonathan. “Oh my god, look at Jonathan! So sweet!” She whispered in Steve’s ear, nodding to the groom who looked like he was having the best day ever with happy tears and his breath taken away. 

  “I know I’ve already seen you in a wedding dress, but I can’t wait to see you walking down the aisle at our wedding,” Steve whispered in her ear, leaning down, his eyes no longer on Nancy but on her, watching her reaction. Her breathing hitched, not just from what he said, but also from the way his breath fanned over her neck and how she could feel the heat of him and feel his chest as he leaned down. Our wedding. She was still not used to hearing that. “That,” He nodded to Nancy and Jonathan, Nancy having just arrived at the altar. “Will be us in like a year.”

  “Year and a month,” Y/N whispered back, looking up at him. “I want a late August wedding. It’s too hot,” She declared. “And maybe not in this church. Save us from the wedding crasher jokes.”

  “Late August and not in this church it is.” Steve nodded, smiling to himself as everyone started to sit down for the ceremony to start.

[happi-tree]

i hate accidents (except when we went from friends to this)

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I don’t know what came over me, you’re just so hurt and I was so scared and I didn’t know what to do and -”

Link cuts himself off as he glances up from Taylor’s still-glazed expression to his forehead. Before his eyes, the gash stitches itself closed, the open wound fading to a pink scar that pales to white before disappearing entirely.

Lincoln remembers hearing the words “kiss it better” throughout his entire childhood. He remembers the way his dads would patch up his scraped knees with ointment and a bandage and top it all off with a tiny kiss before treating him to a hard candy from their first aid kit for being such a good boy.

Never once had Link thought that the phrase could be literal. Or that his newfound powers could make it literal.

Or: Link discovers a rather unorthodox way of using Lay On Hands thanks to one Taylor Swift, and for some reason, he can’t seem to stop finding excuses to perfect his new skills. Fortunately, Taylor is more than happy to help.

read on ao3

once / twice / thrice, pt. 1 / thrice, pt. 2

once (‘cause i know you had a long night)

The first time it happens, it’s an accident.

They’ve just gotten out of combat at the Eleven-Seven on the edge of town thanks to yet another harebrained plan - this one in particular involving about 27 Large Swig™s’ worth of slushies, an ungodly misuse of pretzel warmers, and mentally begging the forgiveness of customer service employees everywhere. 

Lincoln Li-Wilson stands over a puddle of goop, cleated foot planted firmly where the chest of the latest of the Doodler’s acolytes used to be. He smudges some flecks of dark, slimy sludge off his face with his shoulder. 

God, that’s gonna be a pain to wash out. At least he didn’t wear his favorite jersey tonight.

Link can feel the final dredges of adrenaline coursing through his veins and knows that it’s only a matter of time before he crashes. He can’t let that happen yet, though, not after this tough of a fight. He brushes himself off and looks around the abandoned parking lot, trying to make out the forms of his friends by the hazy yellow-white light of a distant streetlamp.

Scary stands a short distance away, brandishing her knife and stabbing into the remains with extreme prejudice, targeting anything that still moves. Other than the bloodlust in her eyes and a broken nail, she doesn’t look too bad.

Normal looks a bit worse for wear, swaying a little on his feet. Even so, the air around his palms coalesces into a foggy white energy as he makes his way towards an injured Hermie (who had decided to tag along, for some reason that Link doesn’t particularly care about).

That leaves Taylor. Link knows he’d been injured pretty badly - a blow to the head, if he remembers correctly - and his anxiety only increases the longer it takes to find his silhouette in the blackness of sun-off.

Then, a pained wheeze sounds off from somewhere to his right, and Lincoln jogs over to the source of the sound, and -

Oh, fuck, he’s barely moving.

Taylor is lying flat on his back, his cane knocked a few feet away. His clothes seem to have protected most of his body from road burn, but his left cheek is pockmarked and raw from where it likely scraped against the asphalt.

Most worrying of all, though, is the gash on his forehead, just above his left eyebrow.

Link remembers Grant telling him that head wounds bleed more than others, once, but that doesn’t help the turning of his stomach when he sees the pavement slick and puddling around Taylor’s head, his face coated in red from temple to jawline. 

Taylor isn’t even trying to get up, and from the cloudiness of his faintly glowing eyes, Link wonders how much of the pain he’s really registering.

Link waves a frantic hand in front of Taylor’s face. 

“Hey,” Link says, voice pitching high as he searches his friend’s face for some sort of recognition. There is none.

“Taylor, hey, c’mon,” Link prods, shaking Taylor’s shoulders gently with trembling hands. Wetness pools at the corners of his eyes, and he blinks it away to keep his vision clear. “I’m gonna heal you, but you gotta stay awake, okay?”

Finally, Taylor’s eyes seem to focus, pupils dilating unevenly but staring at him nonetheless.

“Well, mus’ not be dead yet,” Taylor slurs, raspy and dazed and sounding almost awestruck.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean!? Link thinks.

“What?” 

Taylor cracks a delirious grin, blood pooling into the corner of his mouth. “‘f I die, ‘m going t’ hell… n’ there aren’t any angels like you down there,” he explains through half a facefull of blood.

At any other time, that kind of line would fluster Link out of his mind, but as it is, all he can feel is frustration and fondness and desperation and worry and that goddamn adrenaline.

“You’re so fucking stupid, Tay,” Link says.

Link doesn’t really register what he does next, but quite suddenly his mouth tastes like copper and his hands are cradling the back of Taylor’s head. 

He inhales the scent of iron and pulls away from - from where he kissed Taylor, directly over the horrid gash on his temple. 

The boy beneath him hisses in pain, and Lincoln nearly drops his head to the asphalt again.

“Oh, god, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I don’t know what came over me, you’re just so hurt and I was so scared and I didn’t know what to do and -”

Link cuts himself off as he glances up from Taylor’s still-glazed expression to his forehead. Before his eyes, the gash stitches itself closed, the open wound fading to a pink scar that pales to white before disappearing entirely.

Lincoln remembers hearing the words “kiss it better” throughout his entire childhood. He remembers the way his dads would patch up his scraped knees with ointment and a bandage and top it all off with a tiny kiss before treating him to a hard candy from their first aid kit for being such a good boy.

Never once had Link thought that the phrase could be literal. Or that his newfound powers could make it literal.

“Uh, Link?” Taylor prods, tapping him in the chest, voice completely devoid of the slurred syllables from seconds ago. “Earth to Lincoln? You okay there, buddy?”

“Yeah?” Link says, entirely unconvincingly. “Are. Are you okay?”

“Mhm!” Taylor chirps, and god, is Link glad that he sounds much more like his regular self. He barely restrains himself from pressing another kiss to his friend’s forehead out of sheer relief.

Looking down at the boy below him doesn’t help to suppress that urge much. Taylor’s pupils appear to be evenly sized, now, but they’re large and blown out, the black almost completely eclipsing the dark reddish brown of his irises. The whites of his eyes are still glowing that faint goldeny color, a few shades richer than the far-off streetlights. And while some of Taylor’s face has traces of blood, Link’s unconventional Lay On Hands has wiped most of the gore away, revealing skin painted red for a completely different reason. Now that he thinks about it, Taylor’s entire body feels even warmer than usual, and Link wonders what on Earth that could possibly mean. 

“Uh,” Taylor says, “you can let go of me now.”

Link practically jumps back as if electrocuted, clambering away from the boy and back to his feet.

“Ow,” Taylor hisses, rubbing the back of his head from where it had hit the asphalt.

“Sorry! Sorry,” Link says, waving his hands before extending an arm out to Taylor.

Taylor accepts the help, and Link can’t help but register the way that his smaller, warmer hand fits against his palm as he hoists his friend up.

“No worries,” Taylor responds. “Thanks - I think my sword-cane fell somewhere over -”

“I got you,” Link says, scooping up the item and pressing it into Taylor’s free hand.

“My hero,” Taylor sighs fake-dreamily, and the adrenaline kicks up the pace of Link’s heart again, blood scorching through his veins and rushing to his face.

Okay, maybe it’s something other than adrenaline, but that’s for Lincoln to unpack later.

“Come on,” he says after he gives Taylor a final once-over (and tries not to let his eyes linger too long on the place where he kissed him). “Let’s go help the others.”

[nyquilfishtank]

commence the recreational essay writing

[thefuseoftemptation]

"WOULD YOU STOP THAT?!"

'Eddie swears that sometimes your forgetfulness is going to kill him. Or it might just get you both killed....'

EDDIE MUNSON X GN!READER

WARNING(S): cussing, mentions of not going the speed limit, speeding. Not much else, lmk though! NOT PROOFREAD.

—

You were trying, really trying to hold yourself together- trying to cover up the clear and utter levity that was shown. Though with the currency on why that was, you thought that maybe it wasn’t the time, especially with the state your guy was in. You just knew the outline of your back would be left in the cushion of the seat with the speed he was going.

The sudden turns and many times he cut others off proved that much. 

And why he was like that, well, there was no one else to put that on but yourself. But it wasn’t like it was done knowingly, you simply just forgot. Like many many other times. Only this time though it was something that couldn’t just be let go.

You guys were on your way to a concert. Or more like, had been, on your way to a concert when  you felt for the tickets. Which you had left on the counter, completely forgotten about.

It wasn’t until you were halfway there that you remembered where you put them and it was just a matter of bringing it up to Eddie, who hadn’t shut up about the said concert since you left the lot.

And fuck, the look on his face when you told him…..let’s just say the street was looking tempting to throw yourself onto.

His mouth was parted, brows lifted up so much they went under his curls, and his eyes had gone wide.

Looking at you as if he expected you to be pulling his leg, but when you pulled your mouth into a stretch, clearly showing how guilty you were of your fuck up, and your thumb gestured behind you, as if to tell “they’re back there,” Eddie let out a line of curses before turning the wheel suddenly.

Sure, he was peeved. Very much so. But it wasn’t to where he was taking it out on you. That wasn’t Eddie, he wasn’t the type.

Though to be honest, you would prefer that over what you got, which was a very very quiet guy to your side. See, when Eddie was like that, he wasn’t really one to fuckin lose it unless it was severe and no one else was nearby, even though you’d seen it plenty of times in the time you’ve known the other and had been together. 

So, when his once talkative self went to saying nothing at all, you knew you fucked up. 

And yet, you still somehow couldn’t keep your shoulders from scrunching up and down, the struggle of trying to suppress the chuckles that were released, even more so when he had begun lecturing you like a child while he shook his head repeatedly.

It wasn’t necessarily funny— at least knowing you got him like that. It was more of the timing in general. Because of all the times you could forget something, this wasn’t it. 

“Were you just going to let us get all the way there and then tell me? Or y’know what, have us get up to the gate and then– why are you- would you stop that?!” Eddie cut himself off when he saw that you were struggling to hold it together. Your hand hovering over mouth to stop yourself from letting out chuckles.

“M’sorry, it’s not funny….” That’s what you said but your features said otherwise. And you knew that by the way Eddie was shaking his head before turning to look out the window, he too was trying to suppress the sudden levity that was in there.

He suddenly turned back to you, nudging your elbow with his. “Stop that, m’trying to tell you something!”

That just made you snort and made Eddie press on the pedal a little more, clearly not going the proper speed limit that was labeled on the signs in the street.

“Christ, would you slow it? You’re going to get pulled over and get a ticket!” 

“Well, at least I’ll have a fuckin ticket!” He shot back, gesticulating his hand as if he was clutching a ticket in his hand.

That was all it took for you to let go. Snorts heard as you clutched your tummy, your hand coming in contact with your knees. Eddie couldn’t prevent himself anymore, his head thumping the steering wheel only to shoot it back up by a honk from the street.

Let’s not while behind the wheel…

“You’re going to get us killed, Munson.”

The only response you got was his side eying before telling you to shut it, and the use of your surname after he told you…you thought maybe you should.

—

A/N: feedback and reblogs are appreciated.

[queenimmadolla]

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞

(dad!eddie x mom!reader)

Summary: Eddie has to shower before he can hold his impatient baby. She's having none of it.

a/n: i was attacked by yet ANOTHER cute baby tiktok so here we are with a little bit of grease monkey!eddie and another little drabble. set in the early days of the pennyverse. and yes, i've used this gif before but he's dead so i'm running out of them. mistakes might be fixed later, i dont know :)

“Are these your little fingers?” You asked your baby, tone saturated in honey and affection as you held the chunky palm in question, lips pressed to her pudgy fingertips. 

  Despite your aversion to it prior to your pregnancy, you’d inevitably developed a baby voice when Penny had come into the world and you couldn’t be blamed. Not when she was all squish, delicate cheeks holding so much chub they bulged, and rolls decorated her little limbs. She was a glutton, always demanding your milk and you couldn’t deny her; those big, gorgeous eyes she’d inherited from her father made it nearly impossible to, even when the wetness welling up in them were completely alligator tears. And those curls. 

  Regardless of taming them with some water, a brush and maybe some vaseline, they ended up wild, flying about or mussed and matted to her head with sweat because your baby was a little heater when she slept and napped. Just like her daddy.

  Your smile widened in size when you heard the sound of keys slotting into place at the front door, the lock mechanism giving away. It tripled when you realized your baby also recognized the sound, head turning to stare at the door as she bobbed in place, thick legs squatting and then popping back up as you held her by her waist with your other hand, assisting her with standing.

  The moment Eddie opened the door and came into view she began cooing and squealing in excitement, mouth parting in a wide smile as drool raced down from the corner of her mouth.

You laughed, and so did Eddie as he heard his baby welcoming him home.

  “You excited to see me, sweet pea?” He cooed right back, walking over to squat in front of the two of you, eyes raking over you momentarily in appreciation before focusing on the little one in your arms. 

  She let out another long coo that ended on an airy sigh, pulling her hand from your grasp to reach both of her pudgy ones out to him, practically begging him to hold her as she began wiggling in your arms.

  Eddie’s head tilted, lips curling into the most tender smile as he stared down at her with nothing but love swimming in those eyes he’d shared with her. 

  “Daddy missed you and mommy so much.” He whispered, a hand reaching out, almost close enough to caress her soft cheek but it hesitated before he could touch her. His rough, grease covered finger was a stark contrast to her clean, smooth skin. Clearly, you’d given her a bath before he got home because her mouth and cheeks were usually covered in the food you were starting to offer her (sometimes baby food, but mostly bits of your food because she wouldn’t accept any offerings of mushed up veggies and fruits if there was something else on your plate, hence why your diet had been pretty bland and not at all a result of the tight budget your maternity leave left you on).

The rest of his hands were no better, palms stained, streaks all over his arms as a result of shucking the top half of the monkey suit and rolling up his sleeves at the garage. 

  There were even a few streaks of grease and maybe oil on his face and neck. Your husband smelled more so of tires than he had the spicy cologne that surrounded you when he’d kissed you goodbye in bed this morning. 

  And he knew it.

  Penny didn’t let that stop her, still eagerly reaching out for him as she grunted to try and provoke him in swooping her up into his embrace.

  “As soon as daddy’s clean, okay? I’ll pick you up and my sweet girl can give me all the cuddles she wants.” He promised, hands on his knees before he stood back up, leaning over her to give you a sweaty, greasy oh so sweet and firm press of the lips kiss before he swiveled around and disappeared into the small bathroom as quickly as he could to be out of hearing range when Penny began whimpering at his absence. 

  You heard the shower start running at the exact moment she began to cry and you offered a sympathetic whine of your own as you adjusted your grip on her, bringing Penny up to your chest, your cheek smushed against her more plump one.

  “Shhh…it’s okay, my love. Daddy’s just showering. He’ll be back.” You stood up, hitching Penny on your hip as you walked to the entrance of the small hallway so the bathroom door was visible to her. Eddie’s humming floated out from underneath the crack of it. 

  Penny was Eddie’s daughter, alright, full of dramatics as her breathing remained heavy, chest rising and falling quickly with the hitches in her breath as a chunky fist gripped onto your blouse, lower lip curling out and wobbling. She didn’t seem satisfied with your explanation but that didn’t worry you. If Penny was awake when Eddie left for work in the morning, she’d start bawling. 

  The first couple of times she’d started reacting to his departure, he’d ended up full of guilt and late to work. It still wasn’t easy for him, even after you’d finally convinced him she’d have the same reaction whether he left in the morning, afternoon, or evening. Regardless of the time, she was going to be upset that she wouldn’t be able to see her daddy, probably convinced in her little baby mind that he’d abandoned her (he’d nearly quit the shop when you’d phrased it like that) but he’d always come home to her—and you—and that’s what mattered.

  You were positive she’d start yelling and shrieking when it came time for you to go back to work, too. She was just a baby, so she was being a baby.

  You carried your huffing and puffing daughter back to the living room, placing her down on the carpet in front of some toys she had been playing with earlier in the day. Maybe they’d distract her.

  Wrong.

  She sat on the carpet, chunky legs strewn out for just a few seconds before she was moving forward onto her belly and propping herself up. Then she was off, crawling as fast as she could towards the hallway while breathing heavily with exhilaration. You trailed after her, amused at how stubborn she was when she stopped directly in front of the bathroom door, propping herself up on her bottom.

  You watched Penny reach out with shaky palms, pressing them gently against the door. It looked like they were feeling around it before she began slapping them against it as hard as she could as she yelled her baby babble, no doubt demanding her daddy open the door, pick her up and love her right now.

  Giggles were muffled into your palm, as she kept up with it. 

  Eventually, maybe when she realized that wasn’t working, Penny leaned over, wiggling around until she was on her tummy and the side of her head was resting on the carpet. You realized she was trying to look under the door for him and your heart clenched, hand flying over your chest as if you could grasp the organ.

  You expected her to sit back up and go back to smacking the door but she remained there, a stubby finger absentmindedly trailing through the carpet as she stared through the thin crack, warm bathroom light and Eddie’s voice flooding out from underneath to comfort her as she waited.

  Picking her up had crossed your mind, and so did the idea of how loudly she’d probably start screaming and crying if you did. 

  The two of you didn’t have to wait for long, the shower shut off and you could hear the sounds of the shower curtain rings scraping against the rod as Eddie pulled them back. 

  Panic briefly filled your chest as you realized Eddie probably wasn’t expecting his baby to be lying on the floor directly outside of the bathroom—he’d step on her, so you called out, “Heads up, Eddie, you’ve got a visitor.”

  You didn’t hear a response, but a few moments later, the door opened to reveal your husband. Water droplets slipped down his neck and chest. He had one towel—that had definitely seen better days—wrapped around his waist and another (yours) he was using to scrunch up his sopping wet curls to dry them.

  Eddie had heard you, shooting you a smirk before he addressed the baby beaming up at him, “Shower’s free if you wanna hop in, stinky.”

  Penny had no idea what he was saying, it didn’t matter anyways because he said it in the same voice he used when he gave her kisses and held her to his chest so she was reaching up for him and he finally reached down—with clean hands—grasping her sides before she was hoisted into his arms. Penny wasted no time, mouth parting wide to mouth aggressively at his face and chin while she shook her head and wiggled about.

  She was giving him kisses.

  Or trying to eat him, she had little bursts of energy where she’d do that—attack you out of nowhere while you held her causing the both of you to break out laughing.

  Eddie let her get it all out, and when she cooed, resting her cheek on his shoulder, he retaliated. Her cheeks and little neck rolls were smattered in his smacking kisses as she squealed and shrieked and wiggled but there was no escaping her daddy’s clutches now that she was finally in them. 

  When every inch of her available to him had been kissed, he turned towards you and you suddenly found yourself victim to two sets of identical crinkly brown eyes. A deep chuckle rumbled from Eddie as he padded over to where you stood, mischievous smirk making another appearance.

  “Mommy’s turn.”

[f1version]

BANTER.JPG ★ LN4

pairing: lando norris x reader (she/they)

summary: Lando creates his jpg account because of you, and as two highly competitive people, banter about who has the best .jpg account follows along.

or this request

notes: i loved the faceclaim because i already followed their content, follow @/withlovelinh on instagram and youtube, their content is amazing <3

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lando.jpg First day with a camera. yourname.jpg is the real trendsetter, thank you baby <3

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yourname.jpg Hey lando.jpg here’s a selfie and some awesome pics as a warm welcome xx

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lando.jpg Hi yourname.jpg here’s a BETTER selfie and Singapore

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yourname.jpg Oh? Here’s this ADORABLE cat pic and a STUNNING tree

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lando.jpg That’s manipulation AKA cheating. Have a drink and admire my skills <3

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yourname.jpg Skill? What about cinematography? I can do it all

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lando.jpg Not the best at that, but I know how to drive fast cars.

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yourname.jpg Driving fast cars won’t do anything against him! Give up, love.

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lando.jpg While I’m alive and sharing my life with you, I won’t ever give up… But I ESPECIALLY won’t give up with these INSANE photographic skills.

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yourname.jpg Talking much, no?

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lando.jpg You win

lando.jpg I give up

yourname.jpg that’s what i thought

lando.jpg baby answer my calls

lando.jpg Jesus christ

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lando.jpg NO DANIEL NO

daniel3.jpg damn okay

[harianaswhore]

⟡ ₗₐₙdₒ ₙₒᵣᵣᵢₛ ⟡

NONE OF THESE ARE WRITTEN BY ME

ᵐʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʳᵉᶜˢ ᶠ¹ ʳᵉᶜˢ

— ᶠᴸᵁᶠᶠ ⟡

stromy day - @f1driverszona

i can't help but push you away, my dear, self sabotage is all i know - @amaranthineghost

home is where he is (^)

can i get a kiss? - @uglyducklingofthe2000s

windows to the soul (^)

what's mine is all mine (^)

it's autumn sunset (^)

a flawless muse (^)

bruised (^)

neck kisses - @lovings4turn

clingy (^)

period cuddles - @thepersonnamedsam

my model, my inspiration, my muse, my everything - @foreveralbon

clingy - @f1fnatic

lando as your bf - @mirohlayo

your lando's lipstick mark (^)

a birkin bag - @xhopelesslyromanticx

hugs, pouting and kisses - @unformula1

the girlfriend test - @pucksandpower

i wish summer didn't have to end - @deltaromeo3

perfect little moment - @unformula1

clingy lover and sunshines - @wintfleur

dramatic mornings are perfect with you (^)

darling i'm okay i promise (^)

hair dryers and promised mimosas (^)

your lips my lips (^) (now realizing that i love EVERYTHING they post)

look how amazing you are - @norrizzandpia

you owe me - @propertyofwicked

tired (^)

hot wings (^)

tiktok trends - @thebadwritersposts

the slip up - @loveluvrs

unfamilar (^)

his lucky charm - @lxndonorris

lucky charm - @katsu28

long distance love - @leclercings

i can't lie to you - @missnxthingg

dutch courage - @vroomvro0mferrari

bloody kisses (injury, fighting) - @slutforln4

"who scratched my car?" - @multiversesweets

drunk in love - @f1loverrr

champagne coast - @snoopyracing

— ᴬᴺᴳˢᵀ⟡

i love you more than myself - @uglyducklingofthe2000s

safe with me, love (!!!!! ATTEMPTED SA !!!!!) - @norrizzandpia

don't touch her (!!!! SPIKING DRINKS ATTEMPTED SA !!!!) - @pucksandpower

— ˢᴼᶜᴵᴬᴸ ᴹᴱᴰᴵᴬ ⟡

.JPG (just propose goddamnit) - @povlnfour

how do you turn this thing off (^)

everybody talks (^)

whipped - @chrisevansonly

lando's girl alex's girl (^)

you're the only friend i need (besties but lowkey in love) - @norris55s

come and see me - @cl6teen

team bonding - @astonmartinii

the bosses daughter - @lqvesoph

get his ass ! - @lewisvinga

what was i made for - @zafetycar

white hearts - @sunrizef1

bows before bros - @maplesyrupsainz

birthday girl (^)

when did the camera clicked - @nouvellevqgue

they don't know about us - @rosyblooom

so american - @55szn

lost and found (^)

reckless (^)

so american - @edwardslvrr

aussie aussie aussie - @planetpiastri

wagnifesting - @yeahxsurexokay13

crush - @afterglowsainz

so high school (^)

wonderland - @landoscar

espresso - @kindestofkings

i heard - @sharlsworld

my dawg (^)

walk him like a dog (^)

i can bark too - @skjbri

the boy is mine - @chaostudee

— ˢᴱᴿᴵᴱˢ ⟡

in a galaxy far, far away (smau) - @verstarppen

reputation this is why we can't have nice things call it what you want (smau) - @norris55s

used two - @norrizzandpia

you were never what i wanted but i need you now (^)

spilled coffees stolen glances private but never secret - @leclerclov3

guts two (smau) - @gasstationlady

passenger princess part time royal royal baby (smau) - @starkwlkr

meet-cute two three - @eccentricwritingbaby

[ryan-waddell11]

I need him in a way that’s concerning to feminism. I’m just looking at his side profile and I’ve lost my mind.

[pollenallergie]

Eddie is absolutely a hoarder when it comes to his kids’ stuff. He definitely has a storage unit somewhere that’s filled to the brim with all of his kids’ old school stuff: tests, quizzes, science fair projects, etc. In that storage unit, he also definitely has all of his kids' costumes from their various dance recitals and their old uniforms from their little league days. Eddie also has his kids’ art framed and hung up all over his house. In fact, the only artwork that man has in his house is the art made by his children. Other than that, the walls of his home are filled with all the pictures he’s compiled of them over the years. More accurately, his absolute favorites of all his family pictures are hung up. Meanwhile, the other thousand or so pictures are tucked away neatly in scrapbooks and memory boxes, a few of which are also in storage because the man simply does not have enough room in his house to store all of this stuff.

[b4nanabunch]

Home Sweet Home Legacy - Generation 1

"You were raised in the city by strict parents who pushed you to be the best student in school. Despite your ambitious nature you hated the fact that you had no autonomy or free time. When you became a young adult you packed up your belongings, your pet and your limited funds and you moved to the countryside..."

Meet Jaqueline Najera! She's a squeamish, ambitious, high maintenance sim! She's been into fashion ever since she was a little girl, but her interest in it has always been stifled by her parents' insistence that she focus on her studies. Now she's finally living freely in the countryside, but it proves to be a much bigger commitment than she expected.

[rillils]

I can’t rightly call this a masterlist, as I was only able to fill one prompt from my Round 4 @stuckybingo​ card, but I thought I’d leave it here anyways, as a reminder to myself and in the hopes that I’ll have better luck with writer’s block next time 💖 to have, to hold

Prompt: I4 - Reunion, card R4077 Pairing: Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Rating: T Wordcount: 2303 Additional tags: Missing scene, Reunited and it feels so good, Stucky in Wakanda, bearded!Steve Rogers, post-CACW, feels feels feels

His mouth curls up slow. “You got bristles now, sweetheart.”

Steve exhales a shaky breath. “Thought I’d try something new,” he says, his voice thin, and wet, fragile like a bird bone. It cracks easily under the pressure of unshed tears, and Bucky can see them shimmering right there in his beautiful eyes. Let them out, he wants to tell Steve, while their world is still whole, please let it stay whole for a few hours more. Give them all to me. We can share the load.

When Bucky wakes from his cryo-sleep, Steve is there to welcome him back.