#fangirlsarah16

[imaginesbymk]

❝ I WISH I WERE HEATHER. ❞

Stranger Things One Shot

SYNOPSIS // It’s been a year since you and Eddie broke up. Even though it’s hinted that he could have eyes for the Queen of Hawkins High, you open up to him about your past trauma and fears that led to the downfall of your relationship. Unfortunately, it might be too late.

PAIRING — EDDIE MUNSON x READER.

TAGS: S4 spoilers, angst, swearing, drugs, mentions about trauma, psychological torture and violence + death

TAGLIST: @fangirlsarah16 @moonlit-imagines @captainshazamerica @always-imagine-a-dream @randomfandomimagine @locke-writes​

WORD COUNT: 2,895

A/N: this was in my drafts since august and i lost all courage to write this until now. it’s been a while since i’ve written something long and since then my writing has become rusty and rushed, therefore this writing was heavily proofread by another writer. song inspo is heather by conan gray!!!! 

btw i met joseph and and grace at fanexpo back in august :P it was uploaded on tiktok and it went viral :0

this is only an original WIP, meaning i do NOT take long imagines/oneshot requests, only gif imagines, headcanons and preferences. tip me on ko-fi or if you do want a long imagine/one shot, feel free to commission me !

"AH!” you winced in pain, rubbing the sore spot on your head. Not only did it worsen the headache that had been lingering for days, but you had also accidentally slammed into a locker, causing it to shut. Of course, you hadn't been paying attention to where you were going, and it certainly wasn't your intention to close someone's locker for them out of the goodness of your heart. Your cheeks flushed bright red when you heard the owner of the locker laugh.

"Appreciate it, y/n!" a classmate of yours flashed you a bright smile, struggling to hold a heavy stack of overdue library books in their hands. Fortunately, you were there to help by closing the locker for them.

The hallway erupted with laughter, and some students stared and pointed at you, making you feel like a spotlight was suddenly shining on you for everyone to see. Today wasn't your day. Well, to be honest, most days weren't really your day. You either had your fair share of bad days or those days when you felt like the universe had placed you here solely to suffer. And since last week, you had been experiencing the latter.

Did you have any idea why? No. Because you couldn't quite pinpoint what exactly was triggering it. But it made you feel paranoid and disconnected from the world. You couldn't determine if your surroundings were real or if they would distort into something nightmarish, if the people you interacted with were truly there or if their faces would morph into demonic visages while that voice taunted you. And what about that grandfather clock? Would it continue to chime and assault your eardrums?

You even questioned if slamming your head into the locker and embarrassing yourself in front of everyone had actually happened or if it was all a horrifying illusion. Would the laughter transform into the howls of demons, causing you to wake up in your bed, grateful that it was just a nightmare, reminding yourself to cut back on late-night horror films and junk food?

Just when you wished everyone's attention would shift elsewhere, Chrissy Cunningham strolled down the corridors toward the counselor's office, attracting the gazes of students who either despised her, yearned to date her, or simply wished to be her.

Hawkins High felt like a nightmare in itself. Thankfully, it was your final year. Time flew by. It almost seemed like yesterday when you thought your world was crumbling after receiving a C on that math test you believed you had aced. In hindsight, it wasn't even a significant issue. Right now, the real concern lay in the relentless headaches and the mental fog that left you unsteady. There was one major event from just last year that truly mattered: your breakup with Eddie Munson.

Eddie was older than you by a few months. He towered over you and had tattoos unprofessionally done in his trailer. He smiled more and goofed off more. He was still doing and being all those things, just without you, of course. You liked him when no one else did. You loved him and he loved you, but things never worked out like you both thought they would. It sucked that you’d be graduating and moving on without seeing him walk past you in the halls, he would intentionally raise his voice in the cafeteria just to be loud and obnoxious to all the social groups because he didn’t have a care in the world. You would miss all of that about him, even though he never acknowledged you ever since. 

Had you wished it ended on good terms, maybe the nightmares and the nosebleeds would go away and you would have go on about your senior year. Though it wasn’t like the breakup ended bad, either. But of course, time flew, and that meant people will evolve. It was certain to you then that Eddie had completely forgotten about you.

“It’s very surprising to see you come to me for pot services again,” Eddie pointed out. “I thought you quit.”

"I got caught with it during spring break last year. I haven't touched a flower since," you confessed, hoping it would provide an opportunity to at least exchange a few words with him. You had waited an entire year for this chance, even though you didn't indulge in smoking weed as much anymore.

Yet, with the constant headaches, why the hell not?

Eddie shrugged, his arms crossed, causing a crease in his Hellfire Club jersey beneath his jacket. "Alright. What do you need?"

"Do you have it with you?"

"Not on me. It figures that on the one day I don't bring it, a customer reaches out to me. But, uh, come to the trailer tonight."

Returning to the trailer for the first time since the breakup would be a bittersweet mix of nostalgia and painful memories slowly burning within you. Eddie's trailer had once been your second home, and he would carry you inside so playfully, either over his shoulder or like newlyweds.

As you pedaled down the road, the forty dollars tucked safely in your pocket, you couldn't help but reminisce about how things used to be. When you were still together, Eddie's uncle had accepted you. You brought out the best in him. However, after the breakup, you hadn't seen him since. You wondered if he knew about Chrissy Cunningham and whether he viewed her as someone better than you.

The sounds of your bike tires grew louder, mirroring the rapid beat of your heart, while the night breezes intensified the anxiety churning in your stomach. Stepping into the trailer meant being greeted by its distinct scent—a mix of dirty laundry, cigarettes, and beer. You contemplated turning back, fearing that you might walk in and find her sitting on the couch. It would be a waste of time, leaving you with a sick feeling in your stomach, as aggravating and miserable as your constant headaches.

Yet, how could you hate her? You had heard great things about Chrissy Cunningham. It was normal at your age to feel jealous and have hurtful thoughts that overwhelmed the positive ones. Jealousy had clouded your judgment too much. You were certain that if you waved at a popular kid at Hawkins, they would give you strange looks. But Chrissy would never.

As you raced along the path, a putrid stench filled the air, surpassing anything imaginable—a scent resembling that of a rotting cadaver, but even worse. Suddenly, another sense kicked in—the sound. 

It resembled that of a grandfather clock, its sharp chimes transitioning into a car honk. 

A blinding light engulfed you, reminiscent of stage lights illuminating you as the star of a theater production or a security guard's flashlight catching two teenagers making out on a hill. Like a deer caught in headlights, you reacted instinctively.

Losing control of the handlebars, you desperately pulled on the brakes, but it was already too late. Your bike veered off the trail road, jolting up and down over the grass before crashing into a large tree.

You swore that you were a competent, average biker. You hadn't consumed anything impairing your ability to ride. Yet, unexpectedly, an indoor object—a grandfather clock—echoed outdoors like a deafening foghorn, assaulting your eardrums. The noise was unbearable.

You whimpered in pain.

“Shit!” You hear the sounds of a car door slamming and loud footsteps crunching the leaves. A loud exclaim came from the trees, and a tall figure emerged.

“Eddie?” you limped off the ground. 

“No freakin’ way. Y/N?” His eyes widen. “JESUS H. CHRIST, are you crazy?! I could have killed you! Why weren’t your bike lights on?! Why were you riding your bike on the wrong side of the road?! Why-”

As he spewed questions at you all at once, it got you thinking. That grandfather clock had you in a trance that you didn’t notice incoming traffic? You needed to see a doctor, without mentioning that you almost got struck by a vehicle. “They were...” You glanced at your bike. The tires were rolling, and everything that made up of it was dented and broken. It was far too gone to even pedal a feet away. “I was on the path and something...” 

You trail off. It was something. Would Eddie believe you and that something?

Eddie chuckles. “Man, imagine if you were driving.”

“Look, let’s walk back to the trailer.” You sighed, rubbing the aching spots on your head.

Eddie’s heel turns a bit, making it seem like he wanted to make this drug deal quick and easy. “Fine by me. You okay to walk?”

No. “Yes.”

The sudden silence and awkwardness hung in the air, leaving you with an overwhelming urge to break it, to fill the void with words. Yet, you found yourself waiting for Eddie to speak first, each time hoping he would initiate the conversation. The small talk had faded into complete silence, the only audible sounds being the rustling of footsteps on fallen leaves and twigs. As you both emerged from the woods, a cringe washed over you. In that fleeting moment, your hands came close to brushing against Eddie's, and you couldn't help but notice the coldness, likely due to the chilly night.

Just bite the bullet and tell him how you have been really feeling. 

“I feel like I’m losing my mind,” you confess to Eddie.

"Funny," his lips curled into a grin, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. "Chrissy said the same thing earlier today."

Your heart sank at his response. The connection you had hoped for, the understanding and empathy you longed for, seemed to slip further away. It stung to realize that he could relate more to Chrissy than to you.

"How have you been doing?" you asked. "And how's your uncle?"

"Ah, the old man," Eddie replied. "He's doing great, I guess. Why do you ask?"

"Well, it's been a long time since I've seen him. I hope he hasn't forgotten about me." You wondered if it would even matter if he did.

Eddie's expression softened, and he reassured you, "I'm sure he doesn't. But, you know, after we broke up, he stopped asking about you."

Your voice trembled slightly as you spoke the words you had been holding back, the fear of the answer lingering in the air. "Same with you. I hope you haven't... forgotten about me. You haven't forgotten about me, have you?"

Eddie hesitated, his gaze searching yours. After a long moment, he finally responded, his voice filled with uncertainty, "No, I haven't forgotten about you. I could never forget you, Y/N.” He stammered. “I mean, I did try to, y’know? I tried burying the pain and all that. It wasn’t easy for me. And I’m sure it wasn’t easy for you, either.”

"I'm so sorry," you murmured, your gaze fixed on the ground. You couldn't help but fidget, absentmindedly massaging your head where it had hit the grass.

"Why?" Eddie's voice was filled with confusion. "We both knew we weren't going to work out."

The two of you stopped and stood in front of each other now. You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before responding. "Eddie, in a few months, I'll be wearing a grad gown. I don't know what's going to happen to you, but for me, I have to face the future and pave my own path once I receive my diploma. But I can't leave Hawkins High without saying my piece, without telling you how awful I've felt since we broke up."

You looked up at him, your eyes pleading for understanding. The weight of your unspoken emotions hung in the air, waiting for his response.

Eddie gave you a soft smile. “Oh, me? I’m fine.” He chuckles. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. I knew you’d get through senior year without breaking a sweat. You’re a smart kid, Y/N.”

“I wasn’t smart enough to make things right.”

“Aw, come on. Don’t wait up for me by then.”

“I wish I could turn back time and make things right, whether I was more to blame or you. Is it too late to do that?”

Eddie shook his head in confusion. “What are...What are you trying to say? That you want to get back together?”

Yes, you thought. You’d rather repeat another year at a hellhole of a high school than leave him. 

“Eddie, I need you.” you exclaim, almost feeling your bare knees giving in to the ground. “I just need you to stay with me, please. I’ll do the same.”

His eyes softened. You missed him. You admitted that you missed him. You were vulnerable and all you needed was him. 

“I’m sorry, okay? I-”

"Y/N..." Eddie's hands tightened around your shoulders, and in that moment, you yearned for the comforting embrace that could chase away all the pain. But as you looked into his eyes, you sensed that something was amiss. He held your gaze, his words filled with conviction, "I'm never going to leave you."

Closure? Reconcile? Whatever it was, it felt right. You nodded, hoping that his words would bring the solace you so desperately craved. However, as the seconds ticked by, it became clear that he wasn't going to envelop you in a tight hug. The realization hit you like a wave, leaving a bittersweet ache in your heart. You couldn't help but wonder if someone like Chrissy would soon find herself in his arms instead.

"I won't leave you," he repeated, his voice steady. But something in his demeanor made you question his words. What was he doing? Why did he suddenly become so stiff? You glanced behind him and realized that his uncle's van, the one he had driven to school and that had nearly killed you moments ago, was no longer there...

A chilling wind swept through the air, and in that moment, Eddie Munson's demeanor shifted. His eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, and his once familiar face contorted into a twisted visage.

He wasn’t Eddie anymore. It never was. 

It became clear that everything you had experienced, from the accident to the drug deal, had been nothing but a carefully constructed illusion. The realization sent shivers down your spine, as the true nature of your encounter with Eddie Munson revealed itself to be far more sinister than you could have ever imagined.

“No...” you whimper at the grotesque figure. “No...”

As you gaze upon it, your trembling voice barely escapes your lips. The sight before you is utterly horrifying. It stood tall, much taller than Eddie. It was towering over you with an imposing presence. Its form is distorted and mangled, as if it were once human but now twisted into something far more sinister. Its body is covered in decaying flesh, rotting and putrid, giving off a stench that made you sick.

Its face is a macabre display of decay and malevolence. Its eyes, once filled with life and passion for heavy metal and electric guitars, now gleam with a soulless darkness, void of any humanity. The skin around its eyes is sunken and sagging, giving it an eerie skull-like appearance. It had deep scarring on its face, marking the remnants of a gruesome past.

As your gaze travels down, you see its limbs, twisted and contorted, ending in long, bony fingers that resemble claws. You could imagine what this creature was capable of doing to you, and if it has done harm to others, if Eddie was it’s next victim.

You can't help but cry about the realization that this was the being responsible for the illusion, for the headaches, the nosebleeds, the voices, the clock.

"Y/N, there's no going back," it hissed, its voice a blend of Eddie's and something far more evil. Its elongated, demonic claw extended towards your face. “It’ll all be over soon.”

Your last dying breath, or perhaps last dying choke, went out...

Just a year after the tragic death of Billy Hargrove, the news of your demise shook the town of Hawkins once again. Your untimely passing was declared a heartbreaking tragedy, leaving a somber cloud hanging over the community. If only you had made a right turn instead of veering off course, you might have biked down to the trailer park, seeking aid from the nearest resident. Your body was found on the grass, with no trace of blood pooling around you except for your eyes that were burst out of the sockets. The police and examiner described your limbs as snapped twigs, and that’s what disturbed them the most upon discovery. They’d never seen anything like it - something unnatural and out of this world, like that thing that killed you like a bug. 

As terror gripped your heart, the true agony came from a devastating truth that shattered your soul. Your desperate attempt to reconnect with Eddie, to mend what was broken, had been nothing but an illusion. He had never been there, waiting for you, as you had hoped.

The realization tore through you like a jagged blade, inflicting a pain far deeper than the monstrous creature standing before you. In that moment, as darkness closed in, you understood the bitter truth: your chance at redemption, at reclaiming the love you had lost, had never truly existed.

And with that crushing knowledge, everything faded to darkness.

END.

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[romeulusroy]

Please Tell Me I'm Wrong (Matt Murdock Drabble)

Character/s: Matt

Word Count: 841

Inspired By: Habits by Genevieve Stokes

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @writerdream22 @brithedemonspawn @megnotfound @ladyeliot @locke-writes @thedarkqueenofavalon @fangirlsarah16 @amirahiddleston @diana-westmoon @glitchybrit @lost-girl-of-onceuponatime

A/N: This is my first fic in what feels like an eternity. I've been struggling with my body and I know that writing always helps. I understand this can be a triggering topic so please, if you need to, don't read it! Your body holds you and cares for you and you should remember that. Don't hurt it for trying to hold you, hug you, keep you together. Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

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There is a softness to you unlike anyone else. In the way you feel, in the way you are, in the way you exist.

Stretch marks, pale and pulsing, as alive as the pooling veins beneath your skin. They live and breathe, they move with you despite your own thoughts. They are stuck to you, tattooed, the ink still wet and staining. Across thighs, arms, calves, stomachs, back. On all the worst places, you’ve decided one day on a whim. On all the worst places. It is an anthem, a tune, you can’t get out of your head. Every time you look, or worse, feel, your own body you are filled with a disgust, a hatred, a shock that one cannot shake by simply “loving” themselves. It goes deeper, this misunderstanding. It is a language outdated, abandoned long before you were born, with no hope of learning. It is a genetic mistake. Why can’t you look like them? Why do you have to look like you? An error in your code, a fault in the solar system, the system itself. Tall, thin, wispy. No one has ever called you wispy. Fragile. Delicate. If they had, it would be in a mocking tone. A joke. You could never describe yourself as such without lying to yourself, to the mirror. Part of you wants it to shatter at the idea of you. Another dreads that, as if it could ever happen. There are bumps, lumps, rolls, patterns etched into the backs of your thighs. There is a number on the scale in which your body sits comfortably, safely at, and yet you find no home in this body of yours. There is no warmth. It is a war that has lasted a lifetime, that will be the end of you one day, you are sure of it. 

He does not feel the same way. How can he when he can’t see it?

Your one saving grace. He does not see the way you examine yourself so brutally, with too much attention. Spots of every shade, dark and red and all kinds of angry. Across your cheeks, between your thighs, in the inbetween of your body. Your awful, tortured body. There are thousands of poems comparing bodies unlike yours to stars, to the sea, to something beautiful. Something to yearn for. Something desirable. Scars are only ever wanted when they’re not on you. When you don’t wear them. It is an all consuming hatred. It follows you from every reflective surface, every dream and nightmare, every time you get dressed in the morning and strip yourself in the dark of night. It is awful. It is hurtful. It pains you, and yet, you put none of it into words. How can you? It's delusional. You’re being cruel. 

He doesn’t have to see to understand. The sighs, the way your whole body tenses when he hugs you, his hands moving up and down. You reject yourself in the fullest way. You have never done anything, believed in anything, half-assed. It is devastating, the way you see yourself when you undermine everything about you. The most stunning creature he has ever fallen for, been lucky enough to fall for him. Your skin, that has protected you from every bump and bruise, every hurdle life has ever thrown at you. Your hands, soft and sweet, holding on to him, holding yourself when you’ve been at your loneliest. Your legs, curved and strong, holding you still, like stone, impossibly stubborn. He reads your stretch marks with the tips of his fingers. They tell a story of a life, lived to the fullest, surviving the worst anyone could imagine. Your scars reminders that you have, and continue to, heal despite it all. Matt has never found an imperfection with your body. He has tried as hard as you do, but there is nothing. The spots, the scars, the bruises and bumps, it is a collection, the history of you, what you’ve endured. 

A history of who you are. Without it, without you, it would just be a body. A skeleton. You bring it to life. You make it laugh until it cries. You make is scratch against his morning stubble, in need of kisses. You hold it against him in the cold of night, the two of you fitting together perfectly, in the steam of the shower where he washes your hair, impossibly close as if he’s afraid to lose you in that moment. He will, eventually. When you’re standing in front of the mirror, afraid to look at the entirety of you. When a picture is taken and you hadn’t realized, left to study the image, the act. He loses you again and again, falling back into old habits, so he makes the most of it when he has you all to himself. When he has your mind and body. It's then that he reminds you until he's out of breath how captivating you have always been, hoping one day it will be enough to change your mind.

#writing #matt murdock #matt murdock drabble #matt murdock oneshot #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #daredevil drabble #daredevil oneshot #daredevil x reader #marvel #marvel drabble #marvel oneshot #marvel x reader #x reader #drabble #oneshot

[myriadimagines]

Hey Sam!! For your 10K celebration, could I please request #9 & #69 from prompt list 2 w/Sam Wilson? Thank you!! 💕

Characters: Reader x Sam Wilson

Warnings: violence

Prompt: 09. “You’re dumber than I thought if you think I’m letting you do this alone.” & 69. “You’re actually pretty cute.”

Word Count: 338

A/N: sarah!!! i hope u like it 💗

want to request a drabble? Read this post!

You grit your teeth, ducking behind a pile of crates as unrelenting gunfire hails down on you. The rest of the Avengers are scattered, all trying to deal with the mercenaries you’re currently trying to stop. You check your gun, noting that you’re running out of bullets, and you let out a frustrated groan as you desperately look around for a solution.

“Need help?” a voice pipes up in your earpiece, and you look up to see Sam swooping over you. He lands in front of the mercenaries, shielding the bullets with his wings before firing his gun back at them. 

“I had it handled.” you yell over the gunfire, getting in a couple shots yourself, and Sam smirks.

“Clearly.” Sam deadpans, shooting the last mercenary in sight. “You were outnumbered, and you’re dumber than I thought if you think I’m letting you do this alone, rookie.”

You roll your eyes, and look up at Sam as he walks over to you. He offers you his hand, and he pulls you to your feet as you reluctantly take it. As one of the newest members of the Avengers, every mission feels like an opportunity to prove yourself, and you feel like you’re doing a miserable job at it needing backup on almost all your missions. 

“Well, next time, I’ll have it handled.” you try to sound more certain than you feel, and Sam bites back a smile as he hands you a new gun for you to use. Taking it from him, you insist, “I’m serious!”

“I’m sure you are.” Sam teases, and you can feel your cheeks getting hot, especially as Sam looks you up and down. His smile widens, and he can’t help but flirt, “You’re actually pretty cute.”

Your eyes widen, and before you can stammer out a response, the both of you can hear Steve in your earpieces asking for help. Nodding at you, Sam asks, “Ready for some more action, then?”

You nod back at him, tightening your grip around the gun. “Always.” 

#marvel imagine #avengers imagine #sam wilson imagine #marvel drabble #avengers drabble #sam wilson #sam wilson drabble #imagine #imagines #reader insert #drabble #drabbles #fangirlsarah16

[dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt]

I don’t know if anyone has told you this today Matt but I love you and I’m proud of you, you bisexual hunk of a man 👍 💕 ☺️

THANK YOU SARAH U DARLING IT MEANS A LOT, I LOVE YOU AND AM PROUD OF YOU TOO AND I HOPE YOUR DAY IS AS BEAUTIFUL AS YOU ARE!!! 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

#this is my favourite GIF of all time #X'D #why are bisexual people all so lovely asdfghjkl :')))) #Sarah I would d i e for you #fangirlsarah16 #asks

[bonniebird]

Could I get “You got the brains and talent to go as far as you want and when you do I'll be right there to borrow money.” With Thomas Shelby please?

Your request has been queued :)

You can read it here now:

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#fangirlsarah16

[joeycupcakerichter]

Alex Standall

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic favotp(s): Unpopular opinion alert I do not ship Zalex. I’m so sorry. So Alex x Jessica would be the one I have to go with.other ship(s): Justlex. I can see it. I’m not blind. XD#noromo ship(s): Zach x Alex ARE my BROTP.crack ship(s): Alex x S1 Monty. S2 Monty can choke.fav headcanon(s): Copied from this post by @allthe13reasonswhyheadcannons:

AlexAlex is a reassuring kisser. Things can be quite intense but they can also be sweet. He tends to be able to read your mood and know exactly what you want, or try and persuade you into what he wants if necessary. He’s pretty accommodating.

#Alex Standall #Character Questions #so I'm watching season 1 (a g a i n) and fucking to be that girl in the hot tub with Zach. I would give my fucking soul #fangirlsarah16

[baseballbitch116]

Teasing The Archer

Request: “Anything I mean really ANYTHING with jealous Daryl will make me beyond happy 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 even the tiniest snippet ♥️♥️♥️”

Prompt: Daryl can’t help but be jealous when someone is blatantly flirting with his girl

Warnings: None

"C’mon Y/N, please!” Henry begged as he followed you down the street. Daryl was approaching you, a grin on his face as he watched the young boy beg for you to get Daryl to teach him how to use his crossbow.

You sighed and shook your head playfully at the teenager.

“You gotta ask him yourself, Henry.” You reply.

“But he’s intimidating.” Henry all but whines. “Please? You’re so nice and kind and sweet... He’ll listen to you!” He begs. You bite your lip to keep from laughing at his attempts to persuade you.

“Are you flirting with me or asking for my help, Henry?” You ask, spotting Daryl approaching from behind the kid.

“Uhhh.... Both? Whatever gets you to say yes.” He grins.

“Ohh, yer flirtin with my girl, huh?” Daryl pats Henry’s back, scaring the crap out of him. His face gets beat red and he stammers over his words.

“Oh, uh, no! I, um, no...” He trails off. You can’t help the laugh that escapes and Daryl pretends to be angry with Henry.

“Nah, ya are. Now ya gotta fight me.” He jokes. Henry can clearly see that Daryl’s not serious but he still takes a step away and looks nervous.

“Aww poor Henry! You’re scaring him!” You tease, walking over and hugging the teenager into your chest, pretending to be protective. The sight, despite playful and not serious - makes a small twinge of jealousy appear in Daryl’s chest.

“Ight that’s it, ima kick yer ass now.” Daryl theatens, scooping you away from Henry by the waist and pulling you into him, pretending to put you in a headlock. You giggle uncontrollably and Henry finally lightens up, laughing along too.

When Daryl lets you go, he looks over at Henry. “If ya want me to teach ya, ya just gotta ask yer mom.” He shrugs.

“Really? Oh thank you so much!” Henry exclaims, running off in search of Carol. You chuckle and wrap your arms around Daryl’s waist, looking up at him affectionately.

“Ya better not leave me for a teenager.” He grumbles with a smirk on his face.

“I dunno...” You tease, pulling away again. Daryl glares at you and then you take off running, him close behind. “Ahhh. Jealous Daryl is scary!” You shout over your shoulder, teasing the archer, whose face turns slightly pink. God, you loved him...

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[fangirlings-things]

Being the 8th Hargreeves sibling and your relationship with the others headcanons

• Requested by @fangirlsarah16

(Maybe I wrote too much, got carried away?? Sorry, I got excited because I love this show and these characters)

Credits →

• Luther GIF: @dailyhargreeves ;

• Diego GIF: @sebastianstaan ;

• Alisson GIF: @Out-of-my-head ;

• Klaus GIF: @dailyhargreeves ;

• Five GIF: @whitehead ;

• Ben GIF: @umbrellasource ;

• Vanya GIF: @dailyhargreeves

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• Your family is a mess

• I mean, all of your siblings think that

• And you can't help but think the exact came

• Your whole childhood seemed like an experiment in the hands of your father and the love you got was from your siblings only

• Pogo was always there when you needed him

• He was quite nice and even gave you candies sometimes, behind your father's back

• As you grew up you managed to control your powers and actually do some super hero stuff, which you liked very much

• The idea of helping others amazed you

• You have a good heart, a remarkable attitude and always a smile on your face

• Those things made you the safe harbor of the others whenever they needed advice or help with something

• Being Number 8 sometimes made you feel like you were less than the others, that you were not special enough

• They would all deny that instantly, in their own way to make you feel confident about yourself because you're amazing

• Luther is your big brother

• So he is protective and he loves you with all his heart

• But honestly, you were usually the one who did the protecting

• Everytime father would make him feel bad with harsh words you would stand up for him and talk back to your dad fearlessly, which would make Luther love you even more

• He is just a big teddy bear who needs love

• And you would always be there to give him the love and caring that you all lacked from your father

• He was the one who seemed to hurt more because of it though

• He asks only you for advice about Alisson

• And through the years you had to over and over reassure him that it was okay for him to have feelings for her

• Whenever he would call himself a monster you would slap him in the arm with all the strength you had (not that it would hurt him though)

• You just wanted him to feel good about himself and not like some freak like he usually called himself

• Just big bro and little sibling being cute really

• Diego and you are like partners

• Batman and Robin is an expression Five have used before to describe you two

• When little he would use you as a target and throw his knifes around you to pratice, which once literally made Alisson punch him in the face

• He is super protective

• Loves to have you around all the time

• Sometimes you get pretty estressed about his obsession with protecting you, but you know he does that because he loves you

• Constant fights because he is stubborn and you can be hot headed

• He is sweet even though he tries to hide it and sometimes you would take advantage of it, giving him puppy eyes that he simply could not resist

• Throwing insults at each other when mad

• Slapping him everytime he does something reckless

• Which is pretty common

• Alisson has always been your inspiration

• You would look up to her for everything

• She does not accept anyone to make fun of you, even the others

• She would protect you to the death, as she has almost done before

• She confides with you about Luther and you always have to bite your tongue to not say something he had already told you before

• Sibling loyalty, huh

• She finds it astonishing how you always try to see the better side of things

• You love her daughter

• Sometimes you would all hang out in the park just to see your niece smile and laugh, happy

• You keep in touch whenever you can

• She is an amazing sister, period

• You love Klaus with all your heart

• He is unique in every way and you kinda envy him for that

• You liked to pretend to be models and try over and over different clothes when you were little

• You two never had a fight

• Like, never

• It's amazing for the others how good you understand each other and can keep a healthy friendship

• Him telling you about all the ghosts he has seen before

• He is soft

• And you are soft

• So you would watch movies and cry together while also crushing on the actors and eating popcorn

• His calmness amazes you

• Trying to prevent him from drinking too much whenever you can

• Sometimes though, you would end up drinking too

• And the others would hear you two laughing out loud during the night and dancing to 80's songs

• Five's intelligence always makes your jaw drop

• You ask him all about his time travels and wants to know everything, from the clothing to the culture and costumes of that time

• He is happy that someone actually has brains and curiosity in that family so be would gladly share it all with you

• Trying not to laugh when he makes smart comments no one else understands except for Pogo

• He is cold and distant from the others, so you would try to change that and get him to warm up to you

• It wouldn't be a complete sucess, but he would definitely be more comfortable around you than around the others alone

• Being extremely sad when he gets lost in time

• Ben is thr sweetest thing ever

• He was a well educated child with a good behavior and grew up to the image of it, being perhaps the most centered, focused of all the siblings

• Including you

• Always asking him about the monsters from other dimensions

• Being devastated when he dies

• The others had to comfort you for weeks non stop where all you did was cry

• When Klaus tells you he can see Ben, you would be amazed and filled with joy

• Talking with him through Klaus all the time

• Which would annoy Klaus but of course, he would never prevent you from talking to Ben

• He knew how special those moments were to you

• Vanya never really bonded with the others

• And that includes you

• For quite a while she was like a stranger to you but then, when you two made an effort to really now each other, you realized she was a very nice person

• Letting her confide to you about how excluded she feels in the family

• Trying to include her

• Fighting every single one of the others when they say she is weird

• Visiting her often, getting breakfast together on her favorite coffeeshop

• Being cute together

• Just forming a great friendship

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[levis-mistress]

Hi!! 💖 I love your Levi content so much!! He’s giving me such brain rot lately lol but I was curious if requests were open and if they were, could I please request an imagine where the reader sees how Levi never sleeps because of work & his nightmares so the reader brings him tea and gives him a hug? If you don’t wanna write the request that’s fine too though, thank you!! 💕

Hello, thank you so much for liking my work and for your request, it was a delight to write. I hope you enjoy it. (I’m also suffering from immense Levi brain rot)

🖤 Imagine trying to comfort a sleepless Levi 🖤

Requested by @fangirlsarah16

You start notice it pretty quickly once you begin working with your Captain. The poor man never slept. The small amount of he sleep he did get only amounted to a few hours and not even in a bed. It was always in his office chair and still fully clothed in his uniform.

This fact was becoming something you couldn’t ignore but you never knew how to bring it up. Would he tell you to mind your own business in that rough tone of his? Or just give you one of his indifferent stares while you squirm under his gaze?

Tonight you have another late night session of paperwork duty with him and it has been gnawing at you all day. Maybe you could just give him some support? But how? All you knew this man liked, outside of battle duties, was cleanliness and tea.

But this is a man you’ve found yourself caring for deeply (and secretly hoped he felt even the slightly bit the same) and maybe even just some tea and kind words could be an aid?

It’s late into the night when you enter his office, a tray of tea in your hands. The two of you had been working for awhile when you excused yourself for a moment, going off to make tea for him.

“Figured you’d like some tea, Captain.” You tell Levi as you place the tray down and move his cup next to current paperwork he was working on.

“Only if you made it correctly this time.” His reply is blunt but nothing you aren’t used to at this point.

The two of you work for awhile more into the night but you never find the chance to really say anything to him.

You finish up a pile of paperwork and stand for a moment to stretch. Levi doesn’t look up from his work as you walk behind his chair towards the window behind his desk.

You’re lost in your thoughts for a few seconds looking out the small window when Levi’s voice calls you back. You turn to him and he’s staring at you expectantly.

“Um... What was that, sir?” You say to him sheepishly. Levi lets out a small sigh as he turns back to his desk, now facing away from you.

“I said you’re dismissed for the night.”

“But, sir...”

“Dismissed, [F/N]. Go rest.”

You start to leave, knowing it’s futile to argue with him, but as you round the back of his chair, you stop yourself. You know he’s just going to be up all night working on this alone. It makes you feel helpless. You had also heard the rumors that he’s plagued by nightmares with the very little sleep he does get.

You can feel your stomach flip as you boldly bend and wrap your arms around his shoulders, hugging the seated man from behind.

His body comes to a still in your grip and you hear him stop breathing for a moment. You feel your heartbeat pounding in your ears and your body immensely hot.

“Try to get some sort of sleep too, Captain...” You mutter to him.

You watch as Levi’s hands ball into fists and dread washes over you, worrying you just fucked up big time.

“I’m... I’m sorry.” You begin to shift to stand and step back from him but his hand comes up to grab one of your wrists, keeping you in place. You freeze and inhale through your nose.

“Thank you.”

It comes out as barely a whisper but you still catch it. He turns his face away, eyes casted downwards and his cheekbones slightly flushed. You tighten your arms around him and bury your face into his neck, your own embarrassment spreading across your cheeks.

“Anytime.”

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[moonlit-imagines]

SOME LOVE FOR YOU

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#random post #totally adding more people as i go tho

[imaginesbymk]

Peaky Blinders Headcanon

BEING CLOSE TO LUCA’S FAMILY AND HIM PROTECTING YOU

Luca goes by one declaration: your protection over his. You always get invited to their dinner parties, and Luca is always by your side. It’s most likely a ground rule just to protect you from anyone, even though it’s only family. If his mother likes you or tolerates you, then consider that a huge accomplishment. Luca’s father promises his son every day that he and his men will protect you when Luca isn’t around and out doing business. But when Luca’s father can’t promise all the time, then Luca gifts you your very own weapon, and he teaches you how to defend yourself for the worst case scenario. You get spoiled a lot by not just him, but his family that manages to oblige to that somehow, because they’re very picky on who enters Luca’s life, or any of their lives... but you learn not to take too much advantage of that.

REQUESTED BY —@iam-strangep

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[romeulusroy]

Sleepyhead (Eddie Munson Oneshot)

((CONTAINS S4 STRANGER THINGS SPOILERS))

Character/s: Eddie

Word Count: 1,478

Inspired By: Lazy Wednesdays by Tapes

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A/N: "Enna you dumb bitch you fall in love with everyone" Can you blame me for this one? :P It's been over six months since I've written anything, let alone posted. I'm terrified I've lost my ability to do so. I never meant to stop writing this long, but I think the break was also incredibly needed :) Thank you for letting me rest. Thank you, thank you, thank you! I hope I can repay you all with some much needed heartbreak lol. I love you all and I missed you more than I could put into words 💞 Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

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He remains asleep. Trapped between the dust swirling in the humid air and the abyss of time you’ve spent as one between the sheets. Skin cells and daydreams, dust mites and discarded socks. If only he knew what the heat was doing to his hair. The sunlight that streams, pools through the room, staining the walls, does not wake him. Steady breaths, heavy, his chest caving deeply. How badly you want to press your hand against his heart, a performance you have mastered, your own way of showing him how profoundly you care for him and his good nature. Without his heart, attached to that wicked grin, he would not be the same boy, the same man, the same beast. Everything in the day stirs you awake, restless. Too much time to fill. He doesn’t budge. The covers hang limp off the bed, the cool of the night long discarded. The gummy pink of your sunrise has settled into an opaque, unforgiving blue. If a storm were coming, you’d never expect it. Then again, you guess you were never really good at expecting these kinds of things. Others listened to their guts, their instincts. Even on the inside you remained stupid. Hopeful, he corrected always. Whatever he was seeing, all in his own world, it must have been good. 

He was smiling. 

You set out two plates. Mismatched, fraternal twins. In a past life it would have been another reminder of your shortcomings, something to hate, to crack this thing already guilty of breaking inside you. Here, now it was endearing. Neither of you had had very much in life, constantly coming up short of change, but that didn’t matter, not to him. What would have been is no longer. These plates, not unlike you two, were different in both appearance and personality, and yet, when together, they seemed to fit naturally. Perfectly. It was all you could afford at the time. Devastated, he could read it almost too easily in your expression. Matching sets were for adults, real adults, with real lives, real money, real love. Bullshit. He was almost mad, not at you, but your frustrations, the expectations you’ve fallen short of since the beginning, that he couldn’t give you everything you ever wanted. He likes them better this way. He was telling the truth, the honest to God truth, you could see it in his eyes. Bright, bold, brown, too intelligent for his own good. Breakfast sat, unflinching in the way it grew colder with every second. The smell, you were sure, would have lulled him from his state gently, softly, a warm welcome to the new day. Pots and pans soaking lazily. Like them, he remains still. Unmoving. Snoring, if only slightly. Oh well. 

Nothing lost. 

It seemed as if your boy were always in a state of half-awake. Alarmingly alive with friends, with his true family. Lively, loud. Unforgivingly energetic. Not a facade, an act, but merely his personality turned up all the way. It was what they came to expect and he could never disappoint. Never. Standing on the lunch table, making proclamations and promises he would have done anything to keep. Riling up the quiet, the mundane, of the world. That was Eddie. That was one version, anyways. Alone, he was more docile. Not completely void of himself, but much more relaxed. His head found its way to your shoulder, his arms heavy around you, as if he couldn’t bear to carry them a second longer. The joy never leaves his voice, instead taking form in whispers, in the cracks in the wallpaper, filling in the gaps between the crickets' never ending song. He was so alive and yet so calm. Comfortable, he assured. Not only in himself, his skin, but on the planet, in life. Safe. For the first time in a long time he felt safe. At ease. The tension in his spine eased, his jaw grew slack, the dimples in his cheeks deepening. He wasn’t afraid when he was with you. Not only of the future, but a past he has yet to escape. Names and faces, people he’d rather forget. A future no one else but you seemed so sure of. A dreamer, always been one. Leaving this good for nothing town. Escaping, was the word he used, as if it were vital, as if there were something worth fearing just below the surface.

Always dramatic, too. 

What few boxes you collectively had, most sat untouched. His handwriting sitting next to yours, bleeding into the cardboard, passing love letters. Messy. Slanted. Rushed. A blur, your lives split between then and now. That in-between state, already fading from your memory, was nothing more than a drunken haze. The beer cans sit empty, mostly, on the edges, scattered around on your new floors. Your floors. Ours, you corrected. The bedroom is the only place you thought about. Eddie, mostly. Quick to unpack, to set up the place you were going to rest, to sleep, to feel your most safe. This place was all yours to have, to own. None of them could ever get to it, ever ruin it as so many rotten things before. When he couldn’t find you, when there was no answer on the phone, he understood where you were. That place, those four walls, that tiny space you cramped up with your own hopes, and passions, and aspirations. Posters covering every wall. Every nook and cranny with a purpose, a home. The only space in the world you could be yourself. Do whatever you want, just keep enough room for my guitar. That was all he asked. The door remained open, an invitation and a blessing. The proof you needed that you were home, that that place would never come back.

That you would never again sleep with the door locked. 

Everyone else asleep. The tv droning on in the distance, the neighbors and neighborhood kids all on their own adventures. Rarely was there ever quiet, enough to think rationally at least. Sleepyhead, you always joked, falling at his side. The mattress is too small even for one. When we’re older, when we’re far away, we’ll have a bed big enough to fill the room. Shining eyes, still shaking off the lingering dreams, he’d grin. Entertain your ideas. Oh yeah? You’d laugh, finding him the most beautiful in the morning. Not yet the Eddie you caught at school, but the one you stole glances at at his most vulnerable, when he forgot who he was supposed to be for everyone else. Clothes hanging from every surface. Tapes scattered beneath, in stacks, his most played sitting high at the top. You didn’t have to play it back to know what he’d been listening to. What about all our stuff? No room for any of it. You shrugged. Your home, the house you’d make into your home, would have more than enough for the both of you and all your things. You’d have your own doors and closets, your own oven and kitchen table, your own lights and windows. You’d always promised him, in this new place, you would let him sleep in as long as he wanted. Together, you would. And then, the rest of the day, you could do whatever you wanted. Tell me when, he always said so seriously it scared you. 

Just tell me when. 

That’s all he was doing, was sleeping. He was safe, home, and sleeping. Even when they told you, when you’d felt it yourself hours before, your heart beating out of your chest so fast you feared you were going to die, you wouldn’t hear it. No. No. No. He can’t be gone, he can’t be, you were going to run away together. You were going to get out of here, away from it all. That was the plan. The lazy mornings. The mismatched tableware. The boxes. The rest of your lives. That’s what was getting you through your worst days, the impossible ones. The both of you. You slipped back into the familiar fantasy, you and him. An armful of tapes, lining them one by one across the floor, beside the case of his guitar. The clothes next, this time all of it would be put away, folded, cared for. You can’t find anything ‘cause this place is a mess, Sleepyhead. He'd roll his eyes, but that was all for show. You wouldn’t lecture him, not today, not now. He was sleeping. Soon, when he woke up, when his day started in your new home, in this new town, with this new life, then you’d talk about proper organization. Until then, you’d rip open the next box. You’d hang the next missing person poster. You’d find your way out of this awful dream, this nightmare, and you were sure, when you did so, he’d be right beside you.

#it like hes looking at magic :( #writing #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson oneshot #stranger things #stranger things drabble #stranger things oneshot #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #x reader #drabble #oneshot #stranger things spoilers #s4 spoilers

[myriadimagines]

Dating Newt Scamander and being a sarcastic, rough around the edges type person headcanon

(here is my ‘dating newt scamander’ headcanon!)

BEING ROUGH AROUND THE EDGES AND DATING NEWT SCAMANDER:

Being friends from Hogwarts, and reconnecting later after Newt gets expelled 

People always being initially surprised at how well the two of you get along, and are even more surprised to find out you’re dating

Your personalities just contrast so much, and yet somehow, it works

Even if you’re a bit snarky and guarded when it comes to people, you’re always much softer when it comes to Newt’s creatures

Newt definitely is responsible for you developing a soft spot for his creatures, since you know they mean so much to him

Being very protective of Newt, since he’s usually so quiet and mostly keeps to himself

And when you and Newt meet Queenie, Jacob and Tina, you become rather protective of them too as you all become friends

Newt always chuckling to himself at your sarcastic comments

But he’ll always tell you if he thinks you might be taking things too far

“I think that might’ve been a bit harsh.” “You’re far too kind, Newt.”

Always being surprised when Newt has sassy moments of his own, and always joking that your sarcasm is rubbing off on him

At the same time, Newt’s compassion and kindness rubs off on you, too

Him teaching you to be kinder at times and give people the benefit of the doubt when you’d usually be quick to distrust them

Reminiscing about your time in Hogwarts together

Laughing over the silly things you used to do together

Finding it adorable how easy it is to make Newt blush

Especially since all it takes is a flirty little comment or a quick kiss on his cheek

Him telling you he loves you first, and you not being able to say it right away because you’re not used to saying it

You do love him, and you’ve never loved anyone else so much

But he reassures you to take as much time as you need before you say it back

And when you finally do, you don’t think you’ve ever seen Newt smile so big

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[dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt]

MATT! 💖 I’m sorry I’ve been such a poo and not interacting so much but I just wanted to send positive vibes and see how you’ve been and I hope you’re having a spectacular day as yourself! Much love!! 💕

SARAH GOSH NO I’VE BEEN THE WORST WIITH INTERACTING!!!! I’m sendin you all the good vibes and telepathic hugs amigo, I hope you have a day as beautiful as you are!!!! All the love right back atchya!!!! 💕🌼💕🌼💕

#you ever know anyone so nice your heart just. explodes #:'D #an ANGEL?? in MY inbox?? it's more likely than you think!!! #<3 <3 <3 #fangirlsarah16 #asks

[bonniebird]

Could I get “Do I look dead to you?!” With Alfie Solomons please?

Your request has been queued :)

You can read it early here:

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AO3

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[joeycupcakerichter]

Can I also get 89 & 3 from the prompt list with Justin Foley?

Posted! I’m working on Alex’s next! Thank you for requesting!

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