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Someone please write a Billy x reader au where Billy takes Max and runs away from home because he’s tired of the abuse. He’s dating the reader and they move in with her/him.
You know what? I change my mind. I DO want Will to be evil and I will support him in his evil endeavors. It’s what he deserves. I want him to achieve world domination. I want him to blow shit up with his mind.
Perfection
Parings: Eddie Munson x Reader
Genre: Fluff
Summary: Eddie’s feeling insecure and needs reassurance
A/N: I’m still new to this so please don’t laugh at me. Feel free to reblog and comment!
The air in the room blowing through the window that you’d left open for him grazed your skin making you shiver, the lack of clothing you wore not aiding you whatsoever causing you to snuggle deeper into the sheets. The same sheets you spray with his cologne to make it feel like he’s there even when he’s not.
You’d been up for a few hours now awaiting his arrival, sleep not really wanting to come visit you this evening until he was in your presence. You shifted a bit staring up at the ceiling humming a song you’d sing to him on nights where he’d have a nightmare reliving the trauma he’d witnessed that night.
You didn’t remember when you’d drifted off, your mind fuzzy and discombobulated. The only thing registering you that you’d succumbed to sleep is the faint scent of cigarette smoke and that familiar cologne that felt like home.
Feeling the bed dip beneath his weight when he joins you. Hesitant fingers hovering over your waist when you could practically hear him swallow the lump down his throat. That alone should not have made you feel like this. You should not have felt this irritated at his presence when you'd been counting down the minutes for him to climb into your window earlier. You’re probably just grumpy from the recent lack of sleep.
Now he's finally next to you, all you feel is dread weighing down on your chest. The pain in your chest is evident. You've missed him to the point where his scent lingers in the air even when he's not around. You can feel his hair rub against your shoulder as he decides to wrap his arms around you.
His strong chest pressed against your back. You can feel him inhale into your neck but you can also feel the hot wet tears that are falling from his beautiful brown eyes. You turn over to gently cup his face. His soft cheeks fitting into your hand perfectly. The moon highlighting his skin making him look like a masterpiece.
His eyes quickly shift away from you for a moment before they find yours again. A habit you’ve noticed he’s picked up when he’s nervous or lying. "Eddie, my love... what's the matter?" You ask sweetly no longer feeling that deep pain in your heart for you but for him.
"Am I enough Y/N?" He asks softly. You gasp silently being taken back a bit. You’ve know him to have his insecure moments but he’s never openly spoke on them. Causing you to play Nancy Drew to detect what’s wrong. "Of course you are my love, you are the only man that I will ever have eyes for". You whisper to him playing in his silkily curls to assure and ground him.
He had a tendency of going too deep into his head to the point where he’d hear or believe nothing. He’d deny until his throat was sore and he tongue was heavy. A bad habit he had indeed but you weren’t complaining, after all you’re here to help and assure him not make him feel worse.
He nuzzles his face deeper into your hand that is now resting on his cheeks again. "Eddie Munson you are the most beautiful man in I've ever laid eyes on. You are so talented and sweet and no one will or ever could take your place, no matter how hard they try. You’re not a freak as they label you to be, you are unique and unafraid to be you which is what drew me to you".
"Thank you sweetheart, I really needed that, you really mean a lot to me". You see that beautiful dimpled smile that makes your heart skip a beat as he sighs kissing you softly on the lips. you inwardly smirk before asking "I really mean that much to you?"
A wide grin spreads across his face as he gazed down at you with his beautiful brown orbs. “I’d postpone Hellfire a million times to be with you” he grinned pecking your lips repeatedly until you’re a giggling mess and telling him to stop. “I guess I do mean a lot to you Mr. Munson” “of course you do Mrs. Munson”
The way I will continue to scream from the rooftops how much love Joesph Quinn deserves!! He deserves the world and I will never stop loving and appreciating him. The way he is with his fans is so heartwarming and I love how excited he gets when he sees us. Seeing him cry from all the love he deserves really makes me happy because we really do appreciate him and his character that he brought to life. Eddie wasn’t just a character to most of us, he was comfort, he made us feel understood.. he was home and I appreciate Joesph so much for delivering Eddie the way he did. I appreciate him for continuing to make me happy and smile and being so sweet and loving.
sweet nothing
gojo always finds himself running home to you
a/n: hi friends ! hope u all enjoy this little piece inspired by the song sweet nothing by taylor swift (thank u anon for the inspo 🫶🏼) let me know what u all think :3
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one of the only thoughts on gojo satoru’s mind, from the moment he leaves home to the second he’s unlocking the door, is coming home to you.
his shoulders hurt from the amount of stress he’s under, every muscle in his body tense, eyes burning with exhaustion, and his head throbbing as the higher ups words ring in his ears. the light jingle of his keys as he unlocks the front door helps ground him a bit, blinking once, twice then opening the front door.
he’s greeted with the smell of food, he can’t quite place what it is (he doesn’t help in the kitchen much after the one time he did and ended up ruining three pans), he’s slipping his shoes off and placing his keys in the small leaf shaped holder on the table next to the door.
his eyes naturally focusing on the picture frame of the two of you on vacation last July, a wide, carefree smile painted on both of your faces, hair a bit messy from walking around. his cheeks were flushed as you planted a kiss to his cheek, your arms thrown around his neck.
satoru’s thrown out of his trance by the sudden sound of loud sizzling, the small smile on his face only growing when he hears your soft humming. his tired feet carry him quickly to the kitchen, a spring in his step as he grows closer and closer to being with you.
he feels the weight on his shoulders ease up a bit as his eyes land on you. he’s leaning against the wall, watching you chop up vegetables with a smile on his face, replacing the higher ups nagging ringing in his ears with your off-key singing.
“have you ever considered x-factor sweetheart?” he asks, a lopsided smile on his face when you turn to face him, bright eyes as you welcome him home.
“i sent in a recording once, they offered me a ten year contract but i declined” you teased, moving to stir the food cooking in the pan, “told them i have a very needy boyfriend that would die without me.”
satoru let’s put a small ‘pft’ at your words, pushing himself off the wall and walking up behind you, his arms snaking around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder.
“how was your day, angel boy?” you ask, voice as sweet as honey as you press a soft kiss to his cheek. satoru let’s put a small huff, his warm breath tickling your neck which causes you to smile.
“‘t was okay, just stressed out” he mumbles, “and the fucking higher ups are-”, his eyes closing as he remembers his conversation with them, sighing deeply. you pout a bit, noting his more more tense body against yours. you let yourself melt into his touch, turning around and hugging him properly.
“don’t wanna talk about it?” you ask gently, he shakes his head, bangs covering his eyes just a bit. you nod, giving him a smile before kissing his lips softly, “then we won’t.”
satoru is grateful, knowing that when the time is right he’ll open up to you about it. but for now he just wants to spend his night with the love of his life.
“good thing im making your favorite then huh?” you chuckle, watching the way his shoulders inflate, he’s standing taller and there’s a smile on his face.
it wasn’t long before the two of you were eating dinner together, making easy conversation and laughing at anything stupid either of you said. he’s placing the freshly washed plates on the drying rack, heading over to you on the couch when you stop him.
“go shower, I’ll let you use my stuff” you state, eyes widening as you see satoru already running towards the restroom, “just this once!” you call out, hearing his loud giggles echoing from down the hall.
it’s 40 minutes later when he’s emerging into your shared room in only his boxers, body still dripping with water and steam following him out. you can smell your rose scented body wash on him as he dries himself off besides you.
satoru is looking at you with big eyes, towel in hand as he grins up at you, “will you dry my hair?” his voice is filled with a gentleness you’ve grown much too soft for.
“come here” you smile, heart growing at the sound of an excited squeak he lets out. you’re gentle as you dry his hair, combing out any knots and putting some product in it before patting his head twice, letting him know you were done.
your lover is quick to change positions, taking you in his arms and curling himself around you, some damp strands landing on your face as he buries his face in your neck. you’re doing your best to wiggle your hands free from his grasp, adjusting so you can card your fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp a bit just the way he likes.
satoru visibly relaxes against your touch, practically purring as you whisper to him, “I’m so proud of you” you say, “you work so hard, angel” tenderness carried in every syllable of your words.
“I love you so much” you remind him, squeezing him a bit tighter, moving his hair from his forehead and placing a kiss there, “my beautiful boy” you murmur, a smile on your face as you see the way his grin grows.
the apples of his cheeks are rosy, pink dusting his entire face. satoru easily grabs your hips, placing you on top of him so that you straddle his lap.
“how do you always know what to say?” he asks, looking up at you with fond eyes, nuzzling his cheek into the palm of your hand as you place a stand of hair behind his ear.
“hmm, call it intuition” you tease, placing feathery kisses all over his face, the two of you giggling when you kiss his nose, “but it’s probably just ‘cause I’m your soulmate” you smile.
satoru hums in agreement, one hand snaking to the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss, your lips moving in sync. when you pull away the two of you are giggling softly, foreheads resting against each other as he shifts a bit, kissing you nose before throwing his head back against the pillows, letting out a small sigh.
“sometimes i wish i was just your toru” he mumbles, “i never asked to be the strongest.” you can hear the slight tremor in his voice as he speaks, his eyes closing to fight tears back. you’re quick to kiss his cheeks, rubbing your thumb against his cheek as you coax him to look at you.
“i know you didn’t, angel boy” you sigh, brushing his hair away from his face gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “it’s gonna work itself out, i know it will” you reassure him, a small smile on your face as he nods along with you.
maybe you were right, maybe you weren’t, satoru didn’t care. he believed every word you said to him. each reassurance working to calm his exhausted mind, his eyes fluttering closed as you continue to whisper, your words meant for him and only him.
“and you’ll always be my toru” pressing a feathery kiss to his jaw, “the one with the stupid sweet tooth and terribly timed jokes” you smile, watching the way his smile returns to his face.
“I’ll always be here waiting for you to come home to me” you say, there’s a plethora of emotions dripping from your words. the only thing satoru feels is love, your undying and genuine love, for him.
gojo satoru may not know everything, but he knows one thing for sure; he’ll always be ready to run home to you and your sweet nothings.
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can this still pass as a platonic friendship or am I queerbaiting at this point