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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Omg I had an idea!!! Maybe shy!reader and Eddie are finally dating, but not for too long. They go on a little picnic date. After they ate, they lay on the blanket, cuddling, little kisses...the reader puts flowers in Eddie's hair. He's confused but let her do it. Anyway the date ends, reader removes the flowers, but at home Eddie still found one flower and put it in a frame, where reader's picture is in it. FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF 🤗💕

AN | This is just some fluffy softness, but I hope you enjoy 🥺🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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“You’re doing it again, pretty girl,” your face warmed up immediately and you turned away from him, hiding your shy little smile. Eddie laughed, that same lovely laugh you’d fallen in love with countless times before he gently reached over and turned your face back to his. His smile threatened to break his face; it was all teeth and dimples and nothing short of magical, “hi.”

“Hi,” your reply was soft and he couldn’t help but bring your face towards his so he could gently kiss your lips. You practically melted into him, wishing he would never let you go. He was sure that in that moment you were even more radiant than the golden hues that were starting to color the sky, “you’re really pretty, Eddie.”

“Flatterer,” he teased as you shook your head. You turned your body and shuffled so you were sitting in front of him. You reached up and put your hand on his face, gently stroking over his cheek before ghosting your fingers along his jaw and down his glorious neck, “what’re you up to, huh pretty girl?”

“Nothing,” you mused softly, “just admiring the art. The pretty, handsome, smart art.”

“It’s working,” he turned his face so he could press a kiss to your palm, “flattery works on me. Well - only if it’s you, honestly.”

“It’s not flattery,” you insisted, “not when it’s true. I like your eyes. They’re unique; brown but they look like they’ve got gold and honey in them. Deep though - I feel like you’re always looking right into my soul. Who knows, maybe you are, you are different after all.”

“Baby-”

“And your smile,” you traced your thumb along his full bottom lip and you swore he leaned into your touch, “it’s pretty. Your dimples show when you smile a lot, and your eyes get all crinkly at the corners and your whole face just gets this glow. It’s my favorite thing in the world.”

“Sweetheart-”

“And your little freckles,” you gently dotted your fingertips along his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, “I never really noticed at first, but now I see them all the time. Especially when you’ve been in the sun, they’re more obvious. They’re cute.”

“You’re really-”

“And your hair,” you giggled as you ran your hand through his roguish waves, lightly scratching at his scalp, “it’s so soft and wavy. I like it. It suits you.”

“You’re gonna kill me,” he groaned playfully as you leaned in and kissed his cheeks, “better be careful.”

“Now, now,” you whispered his ear softly, “don’t be so dramatic, Eds. I’m just telling you some of the many things I love about you.”

“No one’s ever…” he paused for a moment before waving his hand around dismissively.

“No one’s ever what, Eddie?” you took his hand and gently held it in yours, “tell me.”

“No one’s ever said things like that about me,” he admitted softly, “no one’s ever seen me the way you do. I guess it just feels…it’s nice. It’s really nice.”

“Then I’ll have to keep reminding you,” you promised softly, “just like you always do to me. You’ve always seen me too, just as I am. You make me feel very special. I love you, Eds.”

“I love you,” a pretty, soft shade of pink welled up in his neck and cheeks as you leaned before gently nudging his nose with yours before kissing him gently, “thank you.”

“There’s nothing to thank me for,” you let your hand gently graze over the small patch of wildflowers to your side before a brilliant idea came into your head, “do you trust me, Eddie?”

“More than anyone.”

“Lie down,” you whispered as you motioned for him to rest his head in your lap, “and close your eyes and relax.”

He raised an eyebrow in question before grinning and quickly complying with your request. You made a small sound of content before brushing your fingers through his hair, and fanning out on your legs. He made a small sound at the feeling of your gentle touch. You were humming softly under your breath, a tune he’d heard somewhere before but couldn’t quite place as his mind started to slowly zone out.

You delicately picked some of the flowers before weaving them into his hair. Eddie could feel you doing something, but he kept his eyes closed, letting the sweet lull of slumber pull him further and further away. It was a tranquil moment, quiet and peaceful compared to normal days and part of you was tempted to stay there forever with him. But for now, the afternoon would have to do.

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“Hey sleepyhead,” Eddie’s eyes opened and he found himself looking up at you. Your expression was soft as you touched his cheek before he slowly sat up, failing to stifle a small yawn, “have a nice nap, love?”

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” he gave you a sheepish little smile as you shrugged him off, “it just feels so nice to have some else playing with your hair, you know?”

“I know,” you agreed, thinking back at all the times he’d played with your hair, “you look even prettier than normal!”

“What did you do?” he gave you a suspicious little look as you reached into your bag and pulled out the small compact mirror you kept with you. You opened it so he could see himself, watching as the smile grew on his face at the sight of the little flowers dotting his hair, “pretty indeed. But - still not nearly as pretty as you though.”

“Now who is the flatterer?” you reached over and gently pulled one of the blooms out before holding it to him, “for you.”

“You’re sweet, you know that?” he took the flower, letting his fingers linger against yours. You rolled your eyes before putting a finger to his lips to quiet him down.

“You’re sweet as sugar, my honey, baby, sweetheart, love,” you sang softly as he practically melted into a puddle, “I wish we could be here forever and not have to deal with anything ever again.”

“One day,” he promised softly, “one day we’ll go on a road trip, just the two of us and I’ll take you to see all the places that are almost as beautiful as you.”

“Oh?”

“Mhmm,” he cupped your face in his hands before playfully peppering kisses all over cheeks, forehead, and nose before stopping at your lips, “one day we’ll have it all.”

“Well I can’t argue with that,” you kissed his lips, “but I think for today we’d better get back. Or we’ll miss movie night and I am not missing out on Robin torturing Steve over that new girl he likes.”

“And pizza,” he pointed, “can’t miss the pizza.”

“Good point. Let me just,” you reached over and started to pluck out the flowers from his hair, setting them back onto the ground, “get these out of your hair. Next time I’ll make you a crown. A pretty flower crown for my handsome prince.”

“Such a dork,” he said without any trace of malice in his voice; his insides were practically fluttering with butterflies, “my dork.”

“Yeah,” you promised, “I’m yours, Eddie.”

“And I’m yours,” he reached for your hand to help you to your feet, “let’s get going. I promise we’ll come back soon.”

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“Hey Eds,” you’d let yourself into his trailer when you heard the music coming from within. You were positive he wouldn’t be able to hear you over the noise, so you’d used the trusty key he’d give you some time ago. He startled for a moment before relaxing when he saw that it was you.

“Hi sweetheart,” he set down his guitar and stood up to pull you into arms, swallowing you into a tight hug. You allowed yourself to meld into him, into his soft but strong frame, burrowing your face into his neck. Today he smelled faintly of weed, cologne, and the fruity shampoo you kept at his place; he always managed to smell a little different but still distinctly like him - like home. He loosened his grip on you for just a moment in order to kiss you sweetly, “missed you.”

“It’s only been like…five hours since we’ve seen each other?” you couldn’t deny that you’d still missed him too. If it was possible, and wouldn’t drive either of you crazy, you’d spend every moment with him, “but I missed you too. What’cha practicing?”

“Just something new,” he flopped down on his bed, holding his arms out to you in order to get you to join him, “it’s not really fleshed out, just vague ideas at this point.”

“I’m sure it’ll be great,” you laid down next to him, snuggling yourself into his chest, “even if you don’t give yourself enough credit, Eddie, you’re very talented. One day, everyone will know that too.”

“Please,” he scoffed lightly even if the praise made his heart full to bursting, “you’re just being nice.”

“Nope,” you insisted with a boop to his nose, “facts only.”

You wrapped an arm around his middle and rested your head on his chest as your eyes quickly grew heavily. But before you could fully close them, something on his dresser caught your eye. You sat up and slid off the bed to take a closer look at it, Eddie’s following you intently, “what’re you up to, sweetheart?”

“What’s this?” you picked up the small brown frame, scanning over the picture in it. You couldn’t help but grin when you saw that it was a picture of the two of you taken over the last winter. Both of you looked half frozen, but so happy. But in the corner of the frame, outside of the picture, was a small dried flower. Just like the ones you’d woven into his hair when you’d gone for that picnic, “Eddie.”

“Hmm?” you hadn’t heard him get up, but his voice was warm and soft in your ear. You leaned back and he wrapped an arm around your waist before resting his chin on your shoulder. You caught his eye in the mirror and saw his wide smile that matched yours, “do you like it?”

“Of course I do,” you turned your head and pressed a kiss to his cheek, “it’s cute - we’re cute. You saved one of the flowers? I thought I’d gotten them all out!”

“Not all of them,” he grabbed a lock of his hair, shaking it gently against your cheek, which tickled and caused you to giggle, “you missed just one, pretty girl. I kept it - obviously.”

“Why?” you turned around so you were facing him. He shrugged lightly but the smile still stretched across his face.

“Why not?” he countered as you laughed sweetly, “besides, it’s a pretty flower from the prettiest girl, that I happen to love very much.”

“You’re such a soft sap,” you let out a soft sigh as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him tightly to you, “that I happen to love very much too.”

“Yeah?”

“Duh,” you teased softly, “always and forever, Eds.”

“Always and forever.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn x reader

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lewisyellowhelmet · 2 years

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Steering away from smut a bit if you may allow me, how do you think lewis would propose 🥺🥺🥺🥺

stawwwwp this is cute okay okay

you can send a prompt for freaky friday here!!

I think your relationship with Lewis would be built on powerful, intimate moments.

You don’t need him to prove he loves you by shouting it from the rooftops or posting you on his Instagram every other day (although the candid stories he does always makes your heart do a flip flop).

You just need him crawling into bed every night, grabby hands reaching for you, always sure that the last thing he whispers to you before he sleeps is, I love you, sweet dreams.

And you’re so in tune with each other after all this time that, like, you kinda know it’s coming.

He lingers in front of jewellery stores, is very obviously curious about where your eyes go, which style you point out.

You catch him having a quiet conversation with your mother, and they both jump and giggle when you come into the kitchen, insist they weren’t talking about anything, no, nothing.

And then he comes home one day and he goes straight to his study, only pokes his head into the lounge to say hello and is hurrying off. And usually he comes into give you a quick kiss, run his hand through your hair. So. It’s weird.

You can't help but investigate later, when he's in the shower. And there's a small parcel on his deckchair. And it's come from a jeweller.

Your best friend takes you to get your nails done, because you guys are going on holiday, you wanna look nice, c’mon, she insists, but she pushes for the soft pink and not the bright red. So. That’s weird, too.

You’re in Barcelona for your birthday weekend, this beautiful airbnb in the old town that looks over the city, rambling streets and warm summer breeze. Lewis doesn’t want to go the Picasso museum with you in the afternoon, which is strange, but he won’t look you in the eye when he says he’s not interested, and then you start smiling and he smiles bigger and you’re both laughing. And like. You know then. He kisses you over and over on the way out, and you feel almost sick with how happy you are.

You wait for him to text, come back I miss you before you make your way back to the airbnb. You had a pistachio ice cream in the square, called your Mum, never went to the art gallery, because tomorrow he’ll want to go back. You know him. He’ll hear you talk about it and want to see it himself. You call out when you get home, but he doesn’t reply.

But you can see out through to the balcony, and he’s got the table all set, twinkling fairy lights everywhere, candles, a beautiful meal, red wine. Lewis has put a shirt on and everything, has this lovely crinkly eyed smile as you walk out. There’s a black box in his hand. And you know. And he knows. And you start crying before he even says anything.

So in the end, he gets down on one knee on a balcony in Spain, the ring is perfect, of course, just what you like. Lewis says beautiful things and you have to keep stopping him so you can hear him properly, take deep breaths.

Just wanna be with you forever, he says, you’re my favourite person. Ever. Will you marry me?

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #long reads #lewis hamilton fanfic #freaky friday #*

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tozettastone · 2 years

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Maybe something about Konan's birthday? It's today🥺

dumb prompts for ring dumb ficlets

Happy birthday, Konan!

"You're late," Nagato says, when at last Konan returns to their headquarters. His voice is neutral, not accusing.

Konan hums her agreement. "Sorry for the inconvenience."

It has been an inconvenience, she realises, when she looks. There's a little castella cake on the table, made absurdly fluffy by egg foam. It's not fresh or home-made: an offering from a bakery, wrapped in crinkly plastic with a tacky gold design.

None of the paths of Pein eat, so it is here for her specifically. She summons—with an effort of will—a faint smile. She's thirty, she supposes, as of yesterday. It's kind of him to remember.

Late or not, it's nice to be back in Rain, where the buildings loom like metal behemoths and the sky is always falling. Nothing that grows here seems to fruit or flower: it's all dark green foliage, glistening and wet, unfurling from between paving cracks and buildings.

She can see the flashes of green from up here on the balcony.

Konan has also returned alone, which Nagato doesn't bring up immediately.

It's weighing on Konan, though. Another wasted trip. Another failed recruitment. The rings sit heavy in her pocket and burn a hole in her mind.

"Steel-edge Tetsuyo wasn't up to our standards," he infers.

Konan sighs quietly. Her hair is wet, tendrils curling as they escape her bun. Her make-up hasn't run and her paper flower hasn't wilted, but she can feel the heaviness of damp foreign substances next to her skin. She can smell the wet paper.

"I didn't think so."

She hangs up her cloak, feels the humidity on her arms again. She turns and looks to Nagato—well, to Pein, anyway. Yahiko's well-preserved body, joints stiff, heart silent. At least his eyes haven't shrivelled, she thinks. But maybe it would be easier on her if they did.

This is the problem recruiting for Akatsuki, of course. Even among these S-ranked missing-nin, there aren't many who can trade blows with a bijuu and live. If they can't limp away from a fight with Konan, they're useless to them.

Steel-edge Tetsuyo, an ex-Cloud nin with a minor bloodline limit that could turn his nails into razor sharp claws, had been sold as a highly dangerous bounty, equivalent to an S-ranked mission.

He'd hissed at her with blood bubbling between his teeth: monster! monster!

"Did you learn anything?" Pein wonders, dead eyes of their old friend following her passage through the room.

Cowards bleed red, she thinks. She doesn't say it.

Her eyes are gritty, her body is tired. She sits down, listens to the rain, breathes out.

The cake beckons, a source of—sugar and energy, sure. But also of other things, less tangible. Of the steady, quiet affection of an old friend. Of comfort. The safest repository of her dwindling capacity to feel anything.

She peels back the wrapping and commences shoving it into her face, neat precise bites. It's been waiting a day, but it's sweet and not sour, still good.

"Leads only," she says between bites. "Another missing-nin from Cloud, Abata Hinakigu. She wouldn't be my first choice." They're a bit beyond first choices, though. "She's travelling through Kinzoku in a week."

Pein hums, considering. "No."

The rain, viewed from the balcony, obscures much of the skyline, a solid murky grey.

"And another. Akasuna no Sasori, of Sand."

She knows the name. Judging from his dead stillness, so does Pein.

"He'll need a partner with longer range," she points out. Range can be an issue, with the bijuu.

"Orochimaru has been quiet. He'll be getting bored again soon," Pein predicts.

"...I'll look into it." Konan doesn't know where he gets this idea, but his blank eyes are fixed on the rain, too, and she doesn't ask.

She knows Orochimaru from way back—decades ago. So does Nagato.

Orochimaru is notoriously erratic, easily bored and highly personally motivated. It's a disaster waiting for a place to happen.

He'll fit right in, probably.

She finishes her cake. The sweetness lingers. Her mouth is wet and she's suddenly ravenous.

"Thank you," she says, staring at the wrapping.

Pein glances sideways at her and Yahiko's dead face smiles.

#anon #ask #akatsuki #konan #naruto #prompt fic #pein #stupid prompts for stupid fics

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