Real Conversations Between Me And My Therapist, Regarding ST

girldad eddie munson fuck yeah 😎

I AGREE, ANON!! i'll definitely write more

might write an eddie munson x emetophobic!reader, just as a comfort thing for myself. i find it comforting imagining my favorite characters helping me through nausea spells and whatnot

haiii can u please write larry x reader hcs?? 🙏🙏 it can be about anything idm :33

bf larry headcanons

my first post back after a long break!! i hope you enjoy, anon. these are just some hcs about larry as a boyfriend

headcanons below the cut

i think that, despite his more energetic personality, he's very gentle

he knows when to calm it down a bit, like if you're feeling overwhelmed

but if you're just as crazy as him???

lord help whoever is around you

you guys just feed off each other's energy

i think his love language is quality time

i can just feel it, for some reason

he just loves to spend time with you

sometimes you tag along for nick's vlogs because the group loves you, too

sometimes he splurges for gifts to give you

you'll just randomly get some sort of designer clothing or a nice accessory

no special occasion necessary. completely unprompted.

i also think he would love it when you play with his hair

i can imagine you watching a movie

he has his head in your lap, and you're gently playing with his hair

he starts to doze off as you hum a simple tune

and he wouldn't have it any other way

Are you still gonna do the throne series? Not trying to pressure just curious, also love your writing!

i will be doing the throne series!! i started writing the first fic yesterday. they're going to be actual fics, so they're gonna take me a bit longer. i'll try to pump out some more headcanons and imagines while i write the fics so the blog doesn't get too dry!! i'm working until the end of this month, so sometimes it's harder for me to have the energy to write, but it will get done!!

thank you so much <3 you're officially the first anon i've ever gotten haha. i'm glad to hear that you like the writing <3

Painkiller

♡Pair: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader Genre: minor Angst / fluff Warning: Injuries, blood. Incorrect British slang and spanish. A/n: Miguel can release how much Venom he wants to release, so this doesn't paralyzed (Y/n) Summary: You got injured from a mission and Miguel basically decides to numb your pain.

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"Miles! Watch out!" You yelp as the Lizard bites you. 

You made sure the Lizard didn't bite Miles. Its sharp teeth sink into your inner thigh. You punch the Lizard to get its teeth off of you.

As you did you swung a web out to a nearby building. Getting on top of it to check out your wound.

"Hey- Are you alright?" Miles swung by. He was in a panic.

You hissed in pain as you checked your wound. Your suit was ripped where you were bit. Bloody bite mark.

"Im- fine." You huffed. "Call for backup. Without Miguel's knowledge. " You spoke while holding your wound. And Mile did as he was told.

He called in Gwen, Hobie, and Pavitr. They jumped out the portal seconds later.

"S’You called it, mate." Hobie shrugged. As the three realized you were injured.

"Oh my god- (Y/n)- are you alright?" Gwen crouched to take a look at your wound.

"I'm fine, don't worry." You shook off your wound. Wincing slightly when you push a towel onto it.

"Uhm, guys there's a Lizard down here." Pavitr pointed as he played with his bangle.

"Right, that." You sighed.

"We'll get that handle for you." Miles laid a hand on your shoulder. "Trust us." He smiled. You sighed.

"Well you better not tell Miguel about this." You winced.

"You s’betcha." Hobie swung off the building. As well as the other three jump off the building too. You panic when you saw, your watch glow.

It was Jess. Thank god.

"Oh- hey Jess.. how's the baby coming along?" You smiled.

"What's going on? And why did Miles call for backup?"

"Oh! I told him to. You see this… Lizard is pretty strong?" You gave a low chuckle.

"But!" Before Jess spoke again.

"We have it under control, promise." You plead, hoping she doesn't send herself or even worse Miguel.

You knew Miguel was going to bench you after this injury. So you made sure he wasn't going to find out. 

And if he does Miles might not survive another day.

Jess nodded, turning off her side of the call. You lead back on the smashed concrete that was behind you.

But goodness. 

It hurts like hell.

+-~-+

The four spider people lead you to the Medbay, making sure no one sees you. Once you got there. Miles used his Medbay card to check you in and out. Making sure no one knew you were injured.

Your wounds were patched and clean. You were almost healed. Expected the part where you're limping. But, it was very light, so no one could notice it if they were a mile away.

After you left the Medbay you went back to your Spider-dimension. Going back to your apartment.

You quickly changed and lay in your soft cold bed. Taking a break. Your injury was sort of aching. Miles said he would sign you out.

Somehow, he likely would have made it worse.

"Morale. Where. The. Hell. Is. She." Miguel frowned.

"Somewhere?" Miles flailed his shoulders.

"Somewhere? SOMEWHERE? She's your partner, estúpido. How could you lose her?" (Stupid)  

"Do you like her, aye?" Hobie added. Which seems to have shut up Miguel.

The room was silent.

"I'm going to check her watch." Miguel Ignoring Hobie's question would make everyone confused.

Miguel turns on your watch's camera. Everyone was bracing themself for Miguel to yell.

But he didn't. More like he was mesmerized. The screen was big.

You were lying in your bed, covers right on top of you. The watch right on top of your nightstand. 

How Miguel was staring at you, everyone in the room knew Miguel had the fastest crush on you.

Lyla snapped him out of it. He was embarrassed. A deep scarlet red rose around his face.

"You can leave, now." He turned behind to see no one there. He let out an annoyed sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

+-~-+

Few days went by and you tried your best to distance yourself from Miguel, hoping he didn’t notice you were injured. Going on missions when needed, making sure to lower suspicions. This didn’t help your injury heal at all.

It only got worse. It was only time before Miguel caught on. He noticed your constant limping when you came back from every mission. 

He called you in one day.

“Yo, you need something?” You asked, webbing to his platform. Trying to stand still as possible.

“You want to tell me what you’re hiding?” He glanced at you, with his arms crossed.

“I’m fine.” You said.

“What?” He frowned more than usual.  “You're injured?”

Oh shit… He didn’t know?

“No-? What I meant to say is ‘What do you mean?’ ” You fidget with your hands. Not like he was going to believe that, but you still tried anyway.

He walked up a bit closer to you. You walk back a few steps, almost falling off the platform, till he catches you by the suit. You wince slightly. Miguel seems to notice you wince. His frown turned into a concerned face.

He carried you bridal style on to his desk.

“Where does it hurt?” He asked, searching around your body. 

“I told you, I’m fine. You got off the desk landing on your bad leg. You hiss slightly, crouching a bit. Miguel lifted you back on the desk.

“Eso no suena bien. I’m not going to ask you again. Where does it hurt?” (That doesn’t sound fine.)  He looked at you. As he pressed around your leg, as soon as he heard you whimper in pain. He ripped the thigh part of your suit.

“You owe me a new suit.” You said, wincing.

“Lyla, make (Y/n) another suit.” As the orange hologram appears.

“You got it, bossman” As Lyla puts up multiple orange screens.

Miguel's eyes widened when he saw bandages, bled through.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were injured?” His voice softened. You look away from him.

“Didn’t want to be bench.” You shrugged. You heard him sigh.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it feels like an ant bite.” You said sarcastically.

“Have you taken painkillers yet?”  He asked.

“No, those don’t do much.” You sighed, aching at every movement.

“Could I perhaps try?”

“Giving me medicine?” You frown.

“Do you trust me?” He crouches to your knees.

“Yeah?”

“This might sting a little.” He spoke, spreading your legs out a bit.

“What are you-” You whimpered, as he stuck his two fangs into your thigh. You felt a cool numbing to your leg. It was a relief, but you were blushing like crazy.

“Better?” He asked, with a faint pink expose on his cheek.

You nodded at him with a million thoughts in your head. Your heart was beating a little faster than usual. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. You always had a small crush for Miguel, but you never thought anything like this.

“You might not be able to walk for a little.” As he started to re-bandage you. “You shouldn’t be moving at all, either way.” He carried you off the platform into his spare bedroom.

“Take me out to dinner first, O’hara.” You joked. As he placed you down on the bed.

“Sure, when you get better.” He placed a light kiss on your forehead.

Wait what?

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W.C 1.2k

You Bear Part II

summary: you are found (part I)

Joel Miller x daughter!reader, Tommy Miller x niece!reader

warnings: angst, reunion, violence, infected, happy ending :))

not sure if i like this as much as the first part but i hope yall do. i just want to thank you all for the response to my past few fics (especially your bear). its been unreal. i stopped writing for a while and these were my first ones back so this was an insane response to it! thank you so much for your love and appreciation it really does mean a lot!

also! i tagged basically everybody who left a comment asking for part 2 - sorry if thats annoying idk ive never done a taglist before. thanks for the comments tho :) 

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word count: 2.3k

22 Years Ago…

The world around you screamed for help. People ran around, skin on fire, missing massive chunks.

You wailed as they passed, hands tightened around your ears. You just wanted to find help. You wanted to save Sarah. This wasn’t what you expected.

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i feel like people don't talk about tanner with his glasses enough.

the thin-brimmed glasses suit him so well!! i like to imagine him reading a novel to you at night, only by the light of a bedside lamp. but you can't focus on what he's saying because all you can do is stare at him, admiring the slight glare in the lenses from the soft lamp light.

i need to see more of t with his glasses on <3

Imagine how Steve Harrington would take care of you while on your period <3

Warnings: Periods

Genre: Fluff

A/N: My first Steve imagine!! Hope y'all enjoy <3

Steve would definitely do anything you asked of him.

That's not even specific to when you're on your period.

That's a general statement.

The man worships the ground you walk on.

When you're in pain, he'll do anything he can in order to help you feel better.

So when Steve gets a call at work from you, saying that your cramps are getting bad, he'll drop everything to be with you.

Of course, not before renting a handful of your favorite movies.

He leaves an aggravated Robin alone at Family Video in order to get to you.

On the way, he picks up your favorite snacks.

Steve practically kicks your door down when he rushes inside.

You can barely get a sentence out before he's popping a movie in and cuddling up with you.

You two often cuddle like this, with you sitting on his lap, your head resting in the crook of Steve's neck.

He'll give you little forehead kisses as you watch the movie.

If he can tell you're especially in a lot of pain, he'll slowly rub your abdomen with his hand in an attempt to alleviate some of the pain.

He knows you're feeling a bit better when you relax in his grasp.

When you start to dose off, he rocks you back and forth slightly.

Once you're finally asleep, he'll gently carry you to your room and fall asleep next to you.

would y'all wanna see more headcanons about dad!eddie??

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