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maladaptive-day-dreams · 2 years

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Do It Yourself

Mechanic!Eddie x fem!reader, 18+ smut, 2.4k words

ok ok so this was inspired by a convo I had with @actuallydarling about how fucking sexy mechanic!eddie is and how he’d be a greasy mess and would either not want to get you dirty and have you do everything or he wouldn’t care and get you so so messy so this one shot is the former (hence the title)

ANYWAY this got out of hand and is rather long (for me to write) it’s also my first time writing full smut so pls be nice😅but also pls reassure me that it’s good🥺 __________ Content warnings: pre-established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex, small praise, dirty talk, breeding/pregnancy/mommy(?) kink, multiple orgasms, thigh riding/grinding, cursing Note: this is AU where you and Eddie are in your mid twenties and married, he’s a mechanic and you work as an in-home (as in the parent’s home) nanny so your days are shorter __________ his hands have nothing to do with the fic but pls enjoy them anyway

You come home from nannying to Eddie working hard on his car. He meets you in the driveway for a quick kiss, “hello love, how was work?”

“Work was wonderful,” you beam. “I had Timmy and Mary Howards today. They’re the sweetest little babes.”

“Oh yeah? Were they good for you?” Eddie asks as you both walk into the shade of the garage. He sits on the dolly he uses to get under the car and looks up at you.

Your breath slows slightly, eyes raking over your husband—his short-sleeve coveralls are unzipped, top half sitting around his waist, his white tank top is only slightly dirty but you know by the end of his work he’ll be greasy and sweaty, a blue towel scrap is tossed over his shoulder. You know that he knows what he’s doing, and you can see it in the smirk on his lips when your eyes meet. You told him shortly after he took the mechanic job in town how much it turned you on when he got home in his greasy and sweaty coveralls.

You swallow hard and respond with a smile, “they were absolute angels for me, I love them like they’re my own, like most of the kids I watch.”

He looks up at you with a big smile.

“How much longer will you be working?” You ask, already getting hot and bothered by the state of him.

“It’ll be a while, I could use a drink though? If you don’t mind? I don’t want to track any dirt or grease inside.”

“Yeah of course! Lemonade sound good?” He nods his head. “I just have to change first and then I’ll bring it out. It’s way too hot today to stay in these jeans.”

“Sounds good baby,” he blows you a kiss and lays down to roll under his car.

You head inside and drop your bag on the dining room table, rolling out your shoulders as you walk to the bedroom you share. You strip down and hop in the shower to rinse off the day. It was a short shower, just enough for you to feel clean and once you step out of the shower you wrap a towel around your body and towel dry your hair as you walk into the closet. Dropping your towel you shimmy into a light sundress, pick up the towels from your body and hair and walk your way to the laundry basket to toss in your towels. Usually you’d wear undergarments but one, it’s much too hot and two, you’re much to riled up by your mechanic husband to want anything constricting you or rubbing up against you.

You leave the bedroom and head to the kitchen. Pulling out two large glasses from the cupboard you pour both Eddie and yourself some lemonade. Knowing how long he can work on his car means you need to cool down and be patient before you can satiate yourself with what you really want.

His glass in hand, you walk back out to the garage and to find only the bottom half of Eddie visible and his music playing a bit louder than before. You hit pause on his tape, “you’re lemonade is on the table, bub.”

You hear a muffled “thank you” and press play before heading inside.

Now it’s time to find something to do until you can do your husband.

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5 pm rolls around and you’re finishing up making dinner. You make a plate for Eddie and bring it out to the garage.

“C’mon baby. Pause and eat some dinner ok?” You say after pausing his tape. You hear his dolly roll out from under the car as you put down his plate and a glass of water. You can feel his eyes hot on you.

“Well, I’ll be damned. A sundress and no panties?” He says before sitting down in the chair beside his workbench. The heat you somehow managed to forget about in the last few hours is back between your legs.

Fuck you want him now.

“It’s too hot for anything else,” you respond. “How did you even know?”

“I had the perfect view on my dolly when you leaned over to put my plate down,” he smirks.

Your cheeks flare and thighs tighten.

“Thank you for dinner, baby. I shouldn’t be more than another hour or two,” he says pursing his lips for a quick kiss with your exit back inside. You oblige and can feel his eyes on you as you head back inside.

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You hear the garage door start to close and get excited, eyes leaping to the door that leads from the dining room to the garage where Eddie is. Any time the garage door closes it means he’s finished working on the car for the day. Your thighs involuntarily squeeze together to try and relieve some of the ache building between them.

You bound to the door, stealing yourself and taking a breath before opening them. Eddie was sitting down in the chair by his workbench, tank top and hands covered in grease. You can see where he continually wiped grease on the pants of his coveralls. You take in your husband, growing wetter at just the sight of him. You walk around him the and pick up a rag that was on the ground by the back tire and just in his line of sight, reveling in the fact that he can see how the wetness of your uncovered pussy glistens in the artificial light of the garage.

You hear a soft “fuck” from behind you and smile. Turning around you bring him the rag, “where do you keep your rags?”

“You’re a little minx y’know that?” He asks, voice straining slightly. “Leaning over so I can see that pretty little cunt of yours, wet only from how dirty and grimy I am. Was your pussy clenching around nothing all afternoon? Getting all wet and ready, waiting impatiently for me to be done?”

You nod your head yes and try your best to control the whimper in your throat while you watch his hands as he tries to rid them of grease with a different rag.

“Fuck, baby, you’ve got me all hot ’n bothered now too,” he sighs, your eyes shift downwards to the growing bulge in the seat of his pants.

“Oh my, what a shame,” you tease. “Would you like some help with that?”

His eyes fill with desire as he uses his pointer finger to call you towards him. You drop the rag in your hand and hoist your leg over his waist, making sure to be far enough up to miss the grease stains on his pants and placing your wet and throbbing pussy right over his covered hard on. You shift forward, grinding down and eliciting moans from both of you.

“I don’t want to get you greasy hun so you’ll have to do it yourself,” he says holding up greasy hands. “Not that I’m complaining.”

You nod, hands making their way to his clean-er shoulders for leverage as you grind down harder on his clothed cock. He lets out a shaky breath and his hips jut up to meet you.

“Fuck, kiss me please,” you ask in a hushed tone.

Eddie obliges meeting you halfway for a hot and heady kiss. You continue grinding as his tongue swipes your bottom lip asking for entrance. You part your lips and your tongues roam each other’s mouths. The heat of the kiss and the friction of his coveralls on your clit have you almost to the precipice already. Once he breaks away and trails kisses down your neck you’re done for. He reaches your sensitive spot, where your ear meets your neck, kissing and sucking and leaving his mark and you come undone on top of him.

“Oh baby, so needy for me you got off so easy huh?” He laugh teases, pulling back from your neck. “My little princess was so desperate for my cock she only needed to grind on me to cum?”

You whimper at his words.

“You wanna be a good girl and take me inside this time?” He asks thrusting his hips upward.

A gasp and a moan mingle in your throat and you can feel Eddie’s cock twitch as the sound leaves your lips. “Yes,” you say breathless, hands reaching down for the zipper of his coveralls.

You find a clean part of his tank top and lift it up slightly, untucking it from the waist of his coveralls. Your hands trace the happy trail from his stomach to the waistband of his boxers that peak ever so slightly over the edge of his coveralls and you can feel the muscles in his abdomen flutter at the attention. Shifting slightly down his lap you unzip his coveralls and he leans against the back of the chair to lift his ass up so you can shimmy his coveralls and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free.

He sucks in a breath as you reach down to stroke his thick cock, the head flushed pink, precum on its slit. You can feel him watching you as you reach your hand between your own legs to gather some slick from between your folds—hissing slightly when your fingers bump your sensitive clit as you pull your hands out from between your thighs—using your now wet hand to pump his member a few times. As soon as he feels the warm wetness and slight squeeze of your hand on his cock he lets out a loud groan, “Y/N, f-fuck.”

Your lips make contact with his jawline and he shivers, your hand still working his member. He lets out a moan when your thumb runs over the head and with that exhale of breath you bite and kiss at his neck, marking him like he did you.

You lay your feet flat on the ground and lift yourself up enough to shift forward and line him up with your pussy. You meet back together for a sloppy and heated kiss as you sink down on him, both of you letting out a “fuck” at the feeling.

“God Eddie you’re so big,” you whimper into his mouth between kisses, pussy fluttering around his cock as you settle him fully into you. Neither of you move as you stretch out around him.

“So fucking tight and warm, fuck,” he says, his head lolling back. You start to ride him lifting yourself up slightly and impaling your wet cunt on his cock over and over again at a slow pace. “It’s so hard for me to not grab your hips and fuck you like I want to right now,” he says, teeth grinding and hands flexing at his sides.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” you whimper, your eyes meeting his lustful ones.

“I want you to fuck me like you mean it, ride me hard and fast and milk me for all I’ve got. Be a good girl and do that for me, huh?”

You moan and start to move on him faster, grinding your clit on the base of his stomach whenever you sink all the way down on him. The sound of skin slapping skin echos around you as you chase a second orgasm and try to please Eddie at the same time.

“Touch yourself,” he demands. Your eyes shoot open, you hadn’t noticed that you closed them in ecstasy. You trace Eddie’s line of sight to where he disappears inside of you and clench around him. “Fuck, Y/N,” he says jutting his hips into you as he feels you tighten and pulse around him. “C’mon princess, do what you’re told,” he says, eyes meeting yours again as he chases your lips for a kiss. Your kisses are as sloppy as your riding is becoming, hand sliding between your bodies to pay attention to your throbbing nub. You rub circles into your aching clit and gasp at the coil beginning to tighten in your lower stomach, breaking off the kiss. Eddie takes the opening to kiss his way down your chest, hands still straining at his sides wanting to touch you but not wanting to get you dirty. He kisses down until he reaches your peaked nipples and suckles and bites on one through the fabric. You groan in appreciation as he places the same affection on the other, coil tightening more and more as his hips begin to meet yours.

“Eddie, fuck I’m close, I’m-“ and with that small warning you cum for the second time that evening. Eddie feels you gush over him, pussy clenching and fluttering around him as you ride him through your high.

You’re trying your best to keep up a rhythm, but your legs are feeling like jelly and you’re shuddering from overstimulation. “C’mon, c’mon Eds,” you huff, movements slowing down. “Put a baby in me, baby.”

“Fuck, Y/N, y-you want my baby? You want your own little one running around? Shit, like the one’s you take care of? You want to be a mommy? Wanna have a little Eddie Jr running around? Fuck me, I want to see you as a mommy. See you round with my kid,” he groans. “Let’s make one,” he spurs on with a few more shaky thrusts up to meet you as you try to keep riding him. A third orgasm surprises you, crashing into you like a train, all from what he says and the rough way your clit has been rubbing on him as you ride him. You clench and cum around him again, and he’s a goner, cock twitching and painting your inside walls white with his seed.

You slouch into him, foreheads resting against each other. After a moment you go to get off of him only to hear him say, “no.”

You shoot him a questioning glance. “Gotta make sure it sticks,” he smirks. “I’ll buy you a new sundress later.”

You don’t understand the last part until he’s looping his greasy hands under your ass as he stands, softening cock still slotted inside you. You cry out, overstimulated, and bring your chest flush to his, ruining your sundress on his greasy shirt. “Fuck, Eds,” you whine hands finding leverage in his hair and face falling into the crook of his neck.

He walks you both inside already growing hard again in the wet heat of your cunt, ready for round two. He always gives you what you ask for and you asked for a baby so he’s making sure you get one.

He thrusts up into you one time on the way to the shower making you gasp.

“We gotta make sure to make you a mommy tonight.”

#mechanic!eddie #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson smut #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson one shot #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #st4 #stranger things fandom #stranger things smut #smut #smutty oneshot

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honey-minded-hivemind · 8 months

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The platonic yanderes I've mentioned before all have nicknames and relationships with their bby (a.k.a. you, the reader!). How they met their bby is considered a special, life-changing moment in their eyes, and they are protective in their own... special... ways. But that story will come at a later date. For now, I think I should delve into some smaller stuff , so let's explore the type of humor and nicknames between these platonic yans and their bby:

• 🧡Wolverine/Logan Howlett🦡: nicknames for his bby: pup, bub, darlin', shortstack (regardless of if you are shorter than him or taller than him)

Nicknames his bby gives him: Lo, Old Guy, Wulv, Mr. Cigarette Duet (the bby might have either been testing the waters with that one, or under anesthesia. People say weird things under that stuff)

Their humor: dry humor and small quips

• 🦁Sabretooth/Victor Creed🦷: nicknames for his bby: cub, fresh meat, whelp, kitten

Nicknames his bby gives him: Vic, Large Lion Man, Shere Khan, Mr. Backstabber (both literally and metaphorically, bby has seen him do both, it was messy)

Their humor: cat puns

• 🦡Wolverine 2.0/Laura Kinney💛: nicknames for her bby: fox, pearl, sibling-in-arms, honeybee

Nicknames her bby gives her: Laurel, Kin-ship, Baby Claws, Little Badger

Their humor: stand up comedy (where you pretty much do a spoken caricature of your life, poking fun at it, or something that happens to you)

• 🐺Daken/Akihiro🌀: nicknames for his bby: beautiful, doll, handsome, my favorite (insert sexuality/gender)

Nicknames his bby gives him: Wolf Guy, Seducter, Nature's Child, Lone Wolf (the bby calls him Seducter because they found out about his pheromone ability. And yeah, the bby poked fun at the fact it failed on the bby, because they aren't attracted to him in the least like that)

Their humor: quips and movie references

• 🔥Marvel Girl/The Phoenix/Jean Grey🦚: nicknames for her bby: sunshine, dear, sweetie, firecracker

Nicknames her bby gives her: Miss Marvelous, Venus, mind games, Jeanie

Their humor: inside jokes

• 😎Cyclops/Scott Summers🚨: nicknames for his bby: kiddo, shortstuff, kid, gremlin

Nicknames his bby gives him: Scout, Shades, Laser-Light, Ruby in the Rough (bby wanted him to feel good about his power, so they say those nicknames in a nice fashion)

Their humor: puns all the way

• 🥈Cable/Nathan Summers🤖: nicknames for his bby: tiny, powerhouse, tyke-bomb, brat (he means these nicely, even if he is gruff and stern)

Nicknames his bby gives him: Back To The Future, Terminator, Metal Man, Mr. Robocop (bby couldn't help themself, they saw so many nickname opportunities)

Their humor: banter and witty remarks

• 🎭Mystique/Raven Darkholme💙: nicknames for her bby: child, precious, dear, little heathen

Nicknames her bby gives her: Karma Chameleon, Blue, enchantress, The Blue Fairy

Their humor: witty and dry remarks

• 🎱Rogue/Anne-Marie🥀: nicknames for her bby: suga', hun, love, sweetheart

Nicknames her bby gives her: Miss-Anne-thrope, Marie, Killer Queen, lovedove

Their humor: Southern stand up comedy and phrases ("sweet Southern heat is not just a flavor", "sweeter than apple pie", and jokes of all the various animals found in the South, especially in weird and concerning places)

• ♠️Gambit/Remy LeBeau♥️: nicknames for his baby: Ace of Spades, imp, bebe, ma moitie

Nicknames his bby gives him: King of Hearts, Sugar and Spice, trickster, Jack

Their humor: poking fun at languages and their relationships (the English and French language are hard to master. Good job if you understand half of it, or even a little of it)

• 🌌Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner😇: nicknames for his bby: angel, treasure, friend, beauty

Nicknames his bby gives him: doll-baby (it is a Southern nickname, it means sweet, charming, and innocent, in my area), Angel of the Night, fluffball, Blue (Da Ba Dee)

Their humor: pranks. Pranks all around

These are all my opinion, and if you get the references, great job! If not, that is okay! These were my ideas of nicknames and humor for previously mentioned platonic yanderes (plus their bby's nicknames for them!). I hope you enjoyed these platonic yandere honeycomb thoughts!

#platonic yandere marvel #honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere x reader #yandere x-men #platonic yandere x-men #platonic yandere

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thegospelhighways · 2 years

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#sydneyangle Sydney it's prayer Time dear lord we're praying for Sydney Marie angle we're praying for Heather O'Rourke we're praying for Judith barsi we're praying for Sophie Quayle we're praying for Makayla Lynn Brewster we're praying for ashawnty Davis we're praying for Gabriella green we're praying for Gabrielly magalhaes we're praying for Jonbenet Ramsey we're praying for Dominique Dunne we're praying for tristyn Bailey we're praying for Emma walker we're praying for Judy Garland we're praying for Terry we're praying for young Dolph we're praying for DMX we're praying for xxxtentacion we're praying for Tyree Boyce we're praying for Cameron Boyce we're praying for Emily Grace Jones we're praying for natalynn Lea Miller we're praying for Natalia Wallace we're praying for Bella Edwards we're praying for Gracie Watson and Inez Clarke we're praying for Rosalie Avila,Amanda Todd we're praying for Rose pizem we're praying for Jane Taylor warford we're praying for bella Claire Callaway we're praying for Ava white we're praying for Ilse Haas we're praying for Gabby petito we're praying for Shirley temple we're praying for Mary tinning we're praying for Jonathan tinning we're praying for Max, spike, Marnie, grumpy cat, Lil bub, boo, Bo, Dolly the sheep, Jovian, Kuma, Pal, Higgins, we're praying for Jane eilish Preston we're praying for Megan Clarkson we're praying for Wyatt Gibson we're praying for baby Leroy we're praying for Darla jean hood and Jean darling and Dorothy deborba and Mary Ann Jackson we're praying for Riley Ann sawyers we're praying for Sally Ann chesebro we're praying for Lillian Marie Gardner we're praying for Isadora we're praying for Isadora Duncan we're praying for Nati we're praying for Sarah we're praying for Sarah Payne we're praying for Sandy hook elementary school victims we're praying for dunblane victims we're praying for columbine high school victims we're praying for McKenna Claire Macky wetzel we're praying for Betty white we're praying for Anthony Johnson we're praying for Kenny Rogers we're praying for Dr Martin Luther king Jr we're praying for Michael Jackson we're praying for George Michael we're praying for Calla Adelaide woods

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svudrabbles · 5 years

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Imagine Olivia helps you come out to your family

Warning, this’ll be a long one If there was one thing Olivia adored about you, it was your massive family. You were the second oldest of seven children, so you always had a lot of stories from growing up, a lot of events to go to, and you were amazing with children. When you had your birthday party that Amanda had arranged, your entire family showed up. All your siblings, and your nieces and nephews, and Olivia’s heart just melted. The only issue the two of you were having, is that you’d been dating for the last year. Hell, Noah was calling you “mommy”, and your family still had no idea you were gay, let alone dating your boss.

Today was a really important day, because all of your siblings were coming to your parents house for a get together. You did these at least three times a year to catch up and hang out, but it was also special because today would be the day you would bring Olivia and Noah, and tell your family about the nature of your relationship.

You were extremely nervous as you looked in the full length mirror, staring at the outfit you were in. Dark washed jeans with rolled cuffs, and a brown v-neck sweater. Black wedged boots were on your feet, your h/c hair was tied up in a high ponytail. Honestly, you could have shown up in sweats (which you’d done before), and your family wouldn’t care. You just wanted to make a good impression considering the news.

Olivia walked in, grinning at you, in the clothes she was wearing at work. Just black jeans, a white blouse, and a black blazer. “Hey baby, you ready? Noah’s almost dressed.”

You nodded, smiling back at her. “I’m ready.”

She walked over to you, wrapping her arms around your middle, giving the nape of your neck a soft kiss. “It’s going to be okay, y/n.”

“I know.” You nodded. “I know.”

“Mommies!” Noah screeched, running into the room, and hugging the both of you.

You broke out into a grin, hearing him call you that just made you so happy. “Hello, baby boy. Are you ready to go?”

He nodded happily.

“Don’t you just look handsome.” Olivia ran a hair through his curls.

“Mooom.” He shoved her hand away, fixing his hair.

“Okay, let’s get outta here!” You shouted. “Race you to the car, Noah?”

He nodded ecstatically, and the two of you started running.

Your family was made up of Peter, who was a year older than you, his husband Caleb, and their daughter and son, Amelia and Caymen. You came next. Right beneath you was your brother Mathias, under him was August, then Jude and his fiance Kayla and their son Atticus, next was Alexander, and then the youngest, Mary, who was just seventeen. Your family was extremely Catholic, but considering your oldest brother came out as gay at fourteen, you knew just how accepting they were of the LGBT community, and didn’t know why you were so terrified to come out.

Once at the massive farm house your parents owned in upstate New York, which was a decent four hour drive, Noah started excitedly yelling about the horses and cows and chickens he saw. You chuckled at this.

Olivia parked behind the row of cars, and you had hardly gotten yourselves out of the car before the door sprung open, and Mary and Peter, whom you were closest to, were at the door yelling, “Y/N is here!”

Mary in her yellow sundress came running down the stairs, bringing you into what you may call a violent hug.

You laughed loudly. “Hey, baby. How are you!?”

“I’m great now that you’re here! I missed you so much.” She kissed your cheek.

“Let me have my sister.” Peter jokingly shoved your baby sister away as he picked you up.

Peter was a big guy. 6′6, and 300 pounds of pure muscle.

You yelled as he threw you over his shoulder.

“Peter!” You beat on his back with your fists. “Peter Y/LN!”

You noticed Noah’s giggles, and so did Peter. He let you down. “Who’s this big guy?”

“This is Noah.” You said. “Olivia’s son.”

Peter looked at you and Olivia, his eyebrows raised. “Uhuh...” His attention went back to Noah. “Want a turn?”

Noah looked up at Olivia, who chuckled before saying “Go ahead.”

Peter picked up Noah, carrying him on his shoulders. “You know, you’re just my sons age. You wanna meet him?”

“Yeah!” Noah said happily.

Both Mary and Peter started walking with Noah towards the house, and you and Olivia followed.

“Your family loves you.” Olivia said softly, rubbing your back softly. “Remember that.”

As soon as you got in the house, you were attacked by hugs and kisses from your siblings, parents, and nephews and nieces. Eventually after everyone settled down, you all made your way into the living room to sit down and just chat a bit, which is where you were going to make your announcement. You were sitting in the middle of the floor, Mary laying next to you, her head on your lap, and three year old Atticus sitting on your other thigh.

“Guys.” You said loudly, cutting off the conversation. “I have an announcement to make.”

Everyones eyes were on you, and you gave Olivia a nervous glance. She smiled back at you.

“Of course sweetie!” Your mother grinned. “What is it? Did you get a promotion?”

“No.” You chuckled nervously. “Not a work thing...”

“Did you finally meet a boy.” Jude teased.

Your cheeks flushed. “Not exactly.”

“You’ve gotta start popping out babies, Y/N, I want more baby cheeks to squish.” Mary joked.

You sighed.

“Hey, stop teasing.” Your dad said sternly. “Y/N looks upset.”

Now everyone got worried, and your overbearing and overly loving siblings went into a fighting stance.

“Who do I need to kill?” Mathias asked.

“I’m gay.” You blurted out. “And I’m dating Olivia.”

The room was quiet. Everyone was staring at you, but no one appeared to be shocked.

Then, Peter burst out laughing.

You looked at him, eyes raised.

“You owe me twenty bucks.” He pointed at Mary.

You glared down at your little sister, who was now laughing too. “Oh my God, you were right.”

“What the hell.” You muttered.

“Baby.” Your mom smiled, coming beside you and wrapping her arm around you. “We know.”

“Since when?” You asked.

“Since we saw you making out with Beatrice when you were fifteen.” Your dad commented.

Your eyes bulged, and again, you were blushing wildly. “Oh my God...”

“Who’s Beatrice?” Olivia asked.

“My ex girlfriend.” You muttered, rubbing your face.

“We all speculated growing up.” Peter stated, taking his bet money from Mary. “I used to joke with ma and dad that you caught the gay from me since you were in the womb next.”

“And we love you just the same.” Dad smiled. “And we’re very glad that you’ve brought someone else into our family.” He looked toward Olivia.

You set Atticus on his feet, and walked towards your girlfriend, sitting next to her now, and holding her hand. Noah came towards the both of you, sitting on both your laps. “Does that mean I can call you mommy again?”

Your siblings all ‘awww’d’ at that.

“Yeah, bub.” You chuckled, caressing his face. “Yeah.”

Olivia smiled at you, and the two of you shared a chaste kiss before feeling a pillow to the face.

“Gross.” Alex gagged. “Save the PDA for the bedroom.”

You stood up. “You’re gonna pay, baby brother.”

#olivia benson #olivia benson imagine #olivia benson x reader #svu #law and order svu

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ruelmp4 · 4 years

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movie/ show couple costume

-choose your birthday month to get a movie/ show inspired costume!-

January- Jim and Pam (The Office)

February- Mr. and Mrs. Smith (Mr. and Mrs. Smith)

March- Peter and Mary Jane (Spider-Man)

April- Danny and Sandy (Grease)

May- Mr. and Mrs. Incredible (The Incredibles)

June- Jack and Rose (Titanic)

July- The Joker and Harley Quinn (Suicide Squad)

August- Mario and Princess Peach (Super Mario Bros.)

September- Ken and Barbie (Barbie)

October- Vincent and Mia (Pulp Fiction)

November- Tony and Pepper (Marvel)

December- Han Solo and Princess Leia (Star Wars)

You could see the full moon rising from the large window in Ruel's living room, as you sat on the couch waiting for your boyfriend to come to join everyone in the kitchen. Tonight you guys were going to throw your own little party for yourselves and the rest of the Van Dijks. Ruel had just gotten back from his tour in Asia and all he wanted to do was spend time with his girl and the rest of his family. On every Halloween, the Van Dijks always have a costume competition, and you really wanted to win this year. This was your second time spending Halloween with them and last year you and Ruel took second place as Fred and Daphene. But this year was going to be different. You had come up with the marvelous idea for your costumes and you were for sure you guys were going to win. It was now just up to Ruel to actually finish getting dressed and come out.

You finally hear his door open from down the hall and his head pop around the corner. A panicked look was spread across his face as he beckons you to come here. You stand up in confusion and walk over to him.

"Hey! What's up, bubs?" You ask as you reach him before he intertwined your hands and pulls you into his room. He shut the door behind you guys and turns to face you.

"I need help zipping up the back. I can't reach it," he whines, pushing his bottom lip out and giving you puppy dog eyes. You laugh at his sad attempt to make you give in to his desperate need for help.

"Your long ass arms can't reach all the way back there, huh?" You tease him with a laugh before, grabbing his shoulders and spinning him around so his back was facing you.

"Laugh all you want but we all know that you love themmm!" He says cheekily, before snaking his arms around you, pulling you flush against his body before falling back onto his bed.

"Yo Ruel! Y/N! Stop doing the dirty and come out here! It's time for the costume competition," you hear Coco shout from the kitchen.

As you guys walked out into the kitchen, your cheeks flamed up at everyone standing there staring at you guys with cheeky smiles.

"Aw, don't you guys look adorable in your costumes! Let me get a picture really quick!" Kate smiles grabbing her camera. Ruel reaches down and tugs you towards him, putting his arms around you once again, and pulling you against his body as you both flash a big smile towards to camera.

"Cute, cute! But I think Y/N should get a picture with the two best Van Dijks!" Sylvie butts in, as her and Coco push Ruel out of the way before pulling you in close for a 'group hug type' picture. You can hear Ruel huff from the side, giving his sisters a glare. Kate finishes up taking the pictures before putting her camera down and asking everyone to get in line for the costume competition. She was always the judge, and everyone else would be competing.

Coco was up first. She was dressed up as Cher from Clueless, wearing the yellow and black plaid, with the knee-high white socks and white heels. She was smacking the gum in her mouth and ending her turn with the line, "Ugh! As if!!"

Next was Ralph. He was dressed up as Mr. Clean, rocking the tight white teeshirt with white jeans to match, and stick on white eyebrows. He was holding a bucket of water and reached down to grab the sponge before doing the iconic 'cleaning move' Mr. Clean always does. Of course, to match with him, Kate was dressed up as a female version of Mr. Clean, minus the bald head.

After him was Sylvie. She was dressed up as a stalk of corn and that was it. Before walking off she says with a straight face, "I am a stalk of corn. I chose this because it was corny. Thank you."

Everyone laughs at her corny joke before it was finally you and Ruel's turn. You guys go up dressed as (your costume), and everyone loves it. You guys got lots of laughs and smiles as you spun around in your costumes.

After Kate had gone and consulted the choices, Wilbur going along to help her just in case, she finally returned with the results.

"After much thought was put into the costumes and who would win, I finally came up with the winner as.... Y/N and Ruel!"

What?! You guys had actually won this year! You were so excited! You laughed as Ruel hugged you so tight and he spun you guys around.

The rest of the night was spent with smiles and movies with popcorn and candy. Although the rest of them didn't win, they were still happy and thought you guys deserved it. Cause, not to be cocky or anything, you guys did have the best costumes there.

This was officially the best Halloween you have ever had!

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Jean-Marie Bub (she/her) is a New York based best-selling author, artist and survivor. She puts emphasis on reclaiming one's body after experiencing abuse and sexual trauma. Her work is aimed to legitimize women's anger, while holding space for survivors to undercover the feelings that become buried in rushed healing processes. She examines the guttural pain of womanhood, trauma, relationships and loss.

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Easter

This is just a small blurb I wrote for Easter. I am very much like Mary in this case because I have found a quote similar to that in a book that I consider to be a bible in of it’s self. This piece isn’t very good. But enjoy.

“Happy Easter, Love” Niall said to his girlfriend next to him.

“Good Morning and Happy Easter to you too” Mary said.

Niall slid out of bed.

“What are you doing? Get back in bed” Mary whined.

“Love, I’m making breakfast so we can get going. Your mom asked us to go to the devotional today”

“Yeah, I know. I just don’t really want to”

“I know you don’t but it will make her happy”

“Fine, I’ll be getting ready while you make breakfast. Then I’ll get Charlie up”

Niall kissed his girlfriend then went to go make breakfast.

Mary’s mom was a devoted catholic, whereas Mary had left the religion in her early teen years.

“Daddy!” yelled Charlie. .

“What?”

“Where’s mommy?”

“Getting ready bud”

“M’kay”

Charlie was Niall and Mary’s son that they had together when they were both just 20. Now they are 24 and Charlie is 4 years old.

Mary stepped out of the shower just in time for Charlie to run into the bathroom.

“Good Morning Mommy!”

“Well hello to you too baby. Do you want to get in the shower real quick?”

Yes, they let their son get in the shower, not without supervision of course.

Charlie got out of his night clothes and hopped in the lukewarm shower. The shower had glass doors so Mary could keep an eye on him.

Mary started her process of getting ready and was soon in a beautiful blush pink dress that was one of those wrap around dresses. Her hair was curled and her makeup light.

“Charlie, time to get up bub”

“Okay mommy. Get towel?”

“Yep. C’mon”

Mary got Charlie dressed smartly in jeans, dress shoes, and a nice shirt.

“You look so handsome bubby”

Charlie ran out of the room and went to go play in the living room with Rufus, the dog.

Niall called from the kitchen that breakfast was done and everyone sat down to eat.

Soon the whole family was ready to go meet Mary’s mom, Laurel at the church.

They got in the car and were off.

Once they got to the church they went inside and met Laurel to sit down.

“I’m so glad you came! I know you don’t believe anymore but I know you can find some peace today” Laurel said.

“Of course mom. I know how much this means to you”

Soon the priest stood up and started off with a prayer.

The devotional went on and Mary was quite bored to be honest. She was in her own world when she heard a line from the priest that stuck out at her.

You are the LORD, you alone. You have made heaven, the heaven of heavens, with all their host, the earth and all that is on it, the seas and all that is in them; and you preserve all of them; and the host of heaven worships you.

Mary, in no way believed in a god anymore but she did believe in the fact that you can, yourself be a god. You can spread light through anything.

“Mom, what was that verse?”

“Nehemiah 9:6. Why honey?”

“No particular reason”

And with that the family of three went home enjoying Easter dinner with a newfound peace.

#Niall Horan #Harry Styles #liam payne #Zayn Malik #louis tomlinson #one direction #one direction fanfic #fan fiction

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loserholland · 5 years

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𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲

Pairing ➺ Modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warning ➺ Angsty-ish

Word Count ➺ 1,724

Summary ➺ Reader spends most her time watching Charlie and later confronts Tommy to spend more time with his son.

A/N ➺ Based off my dream from last night teehee. Also part two?

✿ 𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 ✿ - @hollandfieldblurbs , @beerbottlesandchainsaws

@softcillian thought you’d like to be tagged in this <3

☞ Masterlist ☜

(Y/N) (Y/L/N) was a close family friend of the Shelby’s, she had basically grown up as one. After her parent’s passed away, Polly had taken her in and raised her as if she was her own. (Y/N) had a special place in the Shelby family’s heart, well at least most of them.

Thomas Shelby, he was the only person (Y/N) was never close to nor got along with. They’ve always bickered with one another, it all started when Tommy had commented that (Y/N) new haircut looked like a mushroom. I guess you could say, they’re just kids they don’t mean it but boy (Y/N) felt so heartbroken and ever since that moment they’ve never gotten along.

I don’t think that would change anytime soon.

(Y/N) had been with them through thick and thin, she was there for the highs and lows. Hell she was even included in family meeting’s, Finn was never happy about that but he had gotten use to it. She was there when Polly’s son Michael had come back after Tommy went searching for him, she was there when John had passed as her close friend Esme left with the kids.

She was also there at the time Tommy’s life took a turn, she was there that night that Grace’s life was taken ever too soon. (Y/N) walked along side Ada, talking about the decorations, and well potential bachelors at the event. Just as they announced dinner was ready to be serve, everyone made their way into the room chattering amongst one another.

Then it all happened at once, shots were fired and everyone ducked, John and Arthur quick to their feet stomping and kicking at the shooter who posed as a waiter. (Y/N) watched as Tommy cried for help cradling his wife in his arms, though it was too late. Leaving her two year old son Charlie and Tommy, may she rest in peace.

After Grace’s death Tommy spent most of his days awake, spending sometime with Charlie but would leave the house till dawn. He had distanced himself from the family, (Y/N) had taken Charlie into her care. Visiting him as much as possible, she’d take him into the city, go to the park and buy him many goodies.

Tommy watched as (Y/N) strapped his son into his car seat, watched them drive away. He spent most of his days attending to business and doing what Tommy Shelby did best, drink his sorrows away.

(Y/N) placed Charlie into the small swing seat, pushing him back and forth cooing and making weird faces every now and then as a loud giggle erupted from his chest. “Oh Charlie, I know your father hasn’t been around lately.. he loves you bub... he’s just healing right now.” though she knew there was never a special place in Tommy’s heart for her, she had a special place for him.

I know as cliché as it sounds (Y/N) had always had feelings for Tommy. It was during her twenty-first birthday she realized he was the man she’d love for the rest of her life. She had come to the fact that he could never love her as much as he loved Grace, she had come to the fact that he could never love her but hate her. She had come to the fact that she’d have to do the same, put up this wall and mask to hide the true feelings she felt.

“He looks like you.” a voice said as (Y/N) glanced at the stranger who spoke, an lady who seemed to be in her late 50′s pushing her grandson on the swing next to them. (Y/N) smiled sweetly, she had been use to this comment whenever she had brought Charlie out to the mall or park, and the look on their face when she’d say oh he’s not mine, or he’s my nephew.

“Oh! He’s my nephew actually.” (Y/N) said sweetly tickling Charlie each time he swung forward, the lady smiled nodding as she continued to push her grandson. “It’s good to bring these kiddos out, keep them away from the electronics.” (Y/N) nodded in agreement, it was also good to actually spend time with someone who’s not their child.

In the back of her mind, she had wanted to tell Tommy to spend more time with Charlie, but she knew it wasn’t the time nor her place so she kept it to herself. She loved Charlie with all her heart but, he needed to spend more time with someone who he shared blood with; someone he shares DNA with.

“How old is he?” the lady questioned as Charlie raised his hands up and bursted into laughter, “He’s two, how old is your grandson?” (Y/N) conversated, usually she was never one to start up a conversation with mother’s at the park typically anyone honestly. “Six.” the little boy answered hoping off the swing to the jungle gym, the lady smiled walking after her grandson “Hope you two have a wonderful rest of your day!” (Y/N) smiled wishing her the same.

She took Charlie into her arms walking back to the car to grab his lunch, they sat under a tree atop a blue fluffy blanket. (Y/N) laid his toys out in front of him and prepared his lunch, soft and easy to chew foods like; banana, a little smoothie and some steamed veggies.

“Do you miss your daddy bub?” (Y/N) watched as he smooshed his veggies lifting his hand up and squealing before placing it into the mixed greens into his mouth. “Ma-ma.” he cooed causing (Y/N) to sigh, there were nights when he’d call for Grace. There were night’s when he’d call for his father who was god knows where.

“I know you miss her.. your daddy misses her too. She’s watching over us now.” (Y/N) pressed a kiss to his forehead and placed him in her lap watching as he reached forward for his food, making a little mess on the blanket.

They’d usually be out till dusk, she’d drop Charlie back home and feed him dinner, bathe him and tuck him into bed. Mary would offer to take him after but (Y/N) would refuse saying she didn’t mind and that Mary could go rest. When it was time for bed, she’d sit in the rocking chair just in case he woke up calling for his mom or dad.

After a few hours, she’d leave the room and head into Tommy’s study to see if he was in. Yet she found an empty room, papers spread out on the desk along with a few cigarettes in the ash tray. The bottles of whiskey almost empty, she moved around his office tidying up the place. She had wanted to tell Tommy if he needed a shoulder to cry on, someone to talk to she was there and would always be there for him no matter how they felt for one another.

The front door was slammed shut causing (Y/N) to move away from the desk and seat on the chair behind her, crossing her right leg over her left and turned her chair in the direction of the entrance to his study. The door flew open, Tommy stumbled into the room his broken blue eyes met (Y/N) a small groan tumbled pass his pale lips.

“Oh your still here.” Tommy snickered moving around the room pouring himself whatever whiskey was left in the glass, finally seating behind his desk. He placed a cigarette between his lips, lighting the end the sound of crackling paper echoed through the room.

(Y/N) didn’t want to say it, but her heart was heavy for Charlie. “You need to spend more time with Charlie.” she mumbled under her breath, keeping her eyes focused on her lap finding the conversation to be non-interesting. Tommy leaned forward glaring at the woman in front of him not wanting to believe the words that had left her mouth were real.

“Wait, what did you say?” a hint of annoyance was laced between his words, (Y/N) stayed silent for a little bit scolding herself for evening mumbling the goddamn words. He slammed his fist into the table causing (Y/N) to jump slightly in her seat but she kept her eyes on her lap picking at her distressed jeans.

“(Y/N), what did you say?” Tommy demanded waiting for (Y/N) to answer his question, she sat there for a moment trying to regain herself but exhaling.

“I said.. you need to spend more time with Charlie.” silence drew in before Tommy scoffed in anger shaking his head lightly bringing the cigarette between his lips, “Fuck off (Y/N).” the comment caused her head to snap towards Tommy. Anger radiated through her body, she knew better to keep the comment to herself but didn’t want Tommy to continue being this way.

“No, I will not fuck off Thomas! You can’t scare me away like you do to your brothers! Charlie wakes up in the middle of the night crying for either you or Grace! I stay with him till you return!” (Y/N) shouted tears brimmed her eyes staring at the most feared man of Birmingham, he sat there expressing no emotions instead he wore a blank face.

“You don’t have to fuckin’ stay! Mary is there for that reason! She is here to tend to Charlie’s fuckin’ needs! You’re not his mother (Y/N)!” Tommy screamed watching (Y/N) expression drop, she knew he wasn’t his mother of course she knew that. But it’s the fact that he wasn’t even acting like a father, and he brings up how she’s not his mother?

“I fucking hate you Thomas.”

That was a lie, she didn’t hate him fucking hell she loved him more than she could ever love herself. Though he was rude to her on many occasions, she loved him so much it was impossible to hate him. It was exactly what Kat Stratford had, ‘But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.’

(Y/N) got up from her seat the legs of the scrapped against the wood tiled floor, she stormed off to the door stopping for a second before turning back to look at Tommy.

“I know I’m not his mother Thomas, but you’re sure as hell aren’t acting like his father either.”

#tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fanfiction #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby smut #thomas shelby fanfic #peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders au

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resilientpoetica-blog · 6 years

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the ultimate sacrifice, by Jean-Marie Bub. @jeanbub on instagram.

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ixaix · 6 years

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Random Fanfiction Snippit

So I wrote this silly little thing and thought I would share it, as my art has momentarily been overtaken by one project in particular. Click below to read a short cute story about Kurt trying to find some quiet time at Xavier’s.

The simultaneously wonderful and irritating thing about Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters was that it literally never slept. Even at three in the morning there was a considerable amount of activity going on. This made it hard for someone who was seeking a bit of alone time to find a quiet place all their own. Kurt Wagner was one such person at the moment. Which wasn’t to say that he didn’t love the school and everyone in it, didn’t greatly enjoy the barely contained chaos that was an average day here. But sometimes everyone needed a little space.

His first thought was some practice time in the Danger Room. Henry had helped him program a complex web of aerial bars, free swinging rings, trapezes, and various other paraphernalia that would allow Kurt to exercise to the full extent of his flexibility; the German was eager to give it a test run. The walk to his destination was filled with memories, ghosts of training sessions past. There was the door that wouldn’t close properly ever since Bobby had frozen the hinges in a failed attempt at a prank; a doorframe with a permanent groove at the top of it from Pitor continually forgetting he was significantly taller in his metal form… Kurt found himself smiling warmly at the memories. He never would have dreamed, as a young circus foundling, that he would have so many friends from all over the world.

Arriving at the doors to the Danger Room, he was disappointed to see it was already in use. A quick check of the log-in terminal showed that Logan must be having another sleepless night and was working off steam by running through multiple ‘apocalypse’ level scenarios. Kurt briefly considered joining his best friend, but he wasn’t really in the mood for an adrenaline rush and life-or-death quipping. Silently making a note to try talking with the Canadian again about his nightmares, Kurt tried for the library next. Maybe he could curl up in the window seat with a heavy novel—of course, that meant he might fall asleep there, which would inevitably end up with his picture taken and giggled over by his students. Again.

The library proved to be occupied by a slightly tipsy Anna Marie and Remy, who were flirting with each other in increasingly unintelligible Southern accents. Kurt sighed, but couldn’t help being a happy at seeing his adopted sister letting herself be relaxed around someone else. He didn’t envy the headache Remy would have in the morning, though, as they leaned in for a kiss—recovering from Rogue’s power knockout would only be made that much worse with a hangover. Hopefully the Cajun wouldn’t get so drunk as to start throwing cards again; it had taken forever to clean up that mess. Thankfully, Xavier’s was used to semi-regular structural repairs.

In the kitchen, Kitty was enjoying a midnight snack. Out by the pool, Ororo was enjoying a moonlight swim. In the aircraft hanger Scott was making repairs to the Blackbird with Jean’s telekinetic assistance. Everywhere Kurt went he was mildly annoyed and utterly endeared to find friends already engaged in various activities. Eventually he found his way up onto the roof of the school, enjoying the cool night breeze ruffling his fur. Stretching out on his back, Kurt stared up at the stars with a soft sigh. Peace and quiet at last…

“Scoot over, bub.” Logan plopped down beside him, sweat fresh on his brow as he offered his fellow mutant a can of beer.

“Are we having a picnic?” Kitty phased through the shingles with a large bowl of popcorn.

Ororo, wrapped in a towel, landed beside her with a gentle gust of wind. “You should all be in bed.”

“Told you they were up here.” Jean climbed out onto the roof with Scott close behind. “Kitty, you took the last of the popcorn!”

As his alone time was ruined, Kurt couldn’t keep a huge grin off of his face. Logan, glancing down at him, raised an eyebrow. “What’re ya grinnin’ about, elf?”

“Nothing, mein freund. I am simply thanking God for my friends.”

“…Drink yer beer and stop sayin’ nonsense.”

#x-men #kurt wagner #nightcrawler #logan #wolverine #ororo munroe #storm #kitty pryde #shadowcat #jean grey #cyclops #scott summers #rogue #anne marie #gambit #Remy LeBeau #all the tags #even though most of them are only mentioned #because I'm OCD about these things

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papermoonloveslucy · 6 years

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TELEVISION ACADEMY HALL OF FAME

“The First Annual Television Academy Hall of Fame Awards”

March 4, 1984 ~ NBC

Directed by Dwight Hemion

Written by Buzz Kohan

This award's mission is to recognize "persons who have made outstanding contributions in the arts, sciences or management of television, based upon either cumulative contributions and achievements or a singular contribution or achievement."

The honorees received glass statuettes in the form of two ballet dancers created by sculptor and painter Pascal called “Discipline of Creation.” The trophies were tall and difficult to handle so they were not presented during the course of the ceremony itself.

With that in mind, since 1988, inductees have received a crystal television screen atop a cast-bronze base designed by art director Romain Johnston.

Being the first such telecast, the rating were poor. The special lost not only its time slot but the entire evening with just a 16 share and a 10 rating. ABC's TV remake of A Streetcar Named Desire won the night with a 39 share and a 23.1 rating.

Just as Carol Burnett introduces Lucille Ball in this first ceremony, in 1985 the roles were reversed when Lucy introduced Burnett for the honor.

Of the other participants in this initial outing, Steve Allen was honored in 1986, Eric Sevareid in 1987, Barbara Walters in 1989, Jean Stapleton in 2002, Bea Arthur in 2008, and Sherman Hemsley in 2012.

Although Lucie Arnaz is announced in the opening credits, she did not appear in the telecast due to a prior obligation.

Cold Open Archive Footage

*Milton Berle (“Texaco Star Theatre”)

*Lucille Ball (“I Love Lucy”: “Lucy Goes to the Hospital”)

Vivian Vance (“I Love Lucy”: “Lucy Goes to the Hospital”)

William Frawley (“I Love Lucy”: “Lucy Goes to the Hospital”)

Desi Arnaz (“I Love Lucy”: “Lucy Goes to the Hospital”)

Ethel Merman (“Ford's 50th Anniversary”)

Mary Martin (“Ford's 50th Anniversary”)

Rod Steiger (“Marty”)

Richard M. Nixon (Checkers Speech)

Edward R. Murrow (“See It Now”)

Ed Sullivan (“The Ed Sullivan Show”)

The Beatles (“The Ed Sullivan Show”)

Walter Cronkite (“CBS Evening News”)

Carroll O'Connor (“All in the Family”)

**Rob Reiner (“All in the Family”)

Sally Struthers (“All in the Family”)

Jean Stapleton (“All in the Family”)

LeVar Burton (“Roots”)

Larry Hagman (“Dallas”: “Who Shot JR?”)

*also appeared live on stage

**also appeared live in audience

Also in the Audience

Gary Morton

Ted Danson

Rue McClanahan

Bill Macy

Ann Jillian

Sherman Hemsley

Isabel Sanford

Henry Winkler

Honorees and Hosts

Barbara Walters (Ceremony Host)

General David Sarnoff (posthumous), hosted by Barbara Walters

Sarnoff died in 1971 so his award is accepted by his son, Robert Sarnoff.

Lucy Connection: Walters interviewed Lucille Ball and Gary Morton in 1977.

Milton Berle, hosted by Steve Allen

A video tribute traces Berle's career and shows some of his classic comedy bits over the years.

Lucy Connection: Berle and Lucille Ball appeared many times together on his show and hers. Steve Allen interviewed Lucy Whittaker in “Lucy Calls the President” and was often host and panelist when Lucille Ball was on “What's My Line?” and "I’ve Got A Secret.”

William Paley, hosted by James Arness

A video tribute tracks Paley's career as a television pioneer to being the President of CBS.

During Paley's video tribute, a still frame from “I Love Lucy” is shown.

In the audience, Paley is sitting behind Lucille Ball.

Although the ceremony was broadcast on ABC TV, there was no attempt to lessen mentions of CBS and its programming.

Lucy Connection: Paley also appeared on television to tribute Lucille Ball in “CBS Salutes Lucy: The First 25 Years” in 1976.

Lucille Ball, hosted by Carol Burnett

The segment begins with a clip of “Lucy Goes To the Hospital” (ILL S2;E16) which starts with Lucy announcing: “Ricky. This is it!”

After the clip, Desi Arnaz Jr. enters and explains how his birth coincided with the birth of Little Ricky. Desi says that his sister Lucie couldn't attend because she is appearing on stage back East in The Guardsman. The show was produced at New Jersey's Paper Mill Playhouse also starring Lucie's husband Laurence Luckinbill. It was hoped that the show would transfer to Broadway, but this did not happen.

Desi Jr. introduces Carol Burnett.

A cut-away to Lucille Ball in the audience reveals that she is holding back tears at her son's tribute. Gary Morton sits beside her. Carol tells of how Lucy came to the second night of Once Upon A Mattress on Broadway.

A video tribute tracks Lucy's childhood in Jamestown to her unlikely breakthrough television series “I Love Lucy.” Clips are from “The Audition” (Lucy as The Professor), “Lucy Does a Television Commercial” (“It's so tasty, too!”), “Hollywood at Last!” (at the Brown Derby), and “Job Switching” (“Speed it up!”).

Lucy: “We all know we never do anything alone.”

Lucille Ball gets a standing ovation both walking to the podium and then again back to her seat. Cuts to the audience, show stars like Ann Jillian dabbing their eyes at Lucy's tearful acceptance speech.

Lucy Connection: Lucy and Carol Burnett were each others biggest fans. They alternately appeared on each others television shows, as well as numerous specials and awards shows.

Paddy Chayevsky (posthumous), hosted by Bob Fosse

A video interview with Chayevsky talks about his producing television dramas like “Marty”.

Eddie Albert and Peter Falk pay tribute to Chayevsky by acting out moments from his most notable work including Marty, The Tenth Man, and Network.

Susie Chayevsky could not be there to accept the award for her husband, so Fosse reads a message from her.

Chairman of the Academy John H. Mitchell takes the stage to talk about the Hall of Fame.

Lucy Connection: The following year Fosse and Ball were both part of “Night of 100 Stars II.”

Norman Lear, hosted by Beatrice Arthur

In a pre-taped segment, Jean Stapleton talks about the craft of acting which leads to a montage of scenes from “All in the Family” starring Carroll O'Connor, Rob Reiner, Sally Struthers, and Stapleton.

Bea Arthur talks about Norman Lear and quotes Paddy Chayevsky talking about Lear. Arthur starred in “Maude” a spin-off of “All in the Family.”

A video segment traces Lear's personal and career history. It includes clips from “Mary Hartman, Mary Hartman,” “All in the Family,” “Fernwood Tonight,” “One Day at a Time,” “Maude,” “Good Times,” and “The Jeffersons.”

Lucy Connection: Bea Arthur played Vera opposite Lucille Ball in the feature film Mame (1974). The two went on to appear together on “CBS On The Air” in 1978.

Edward R. Murrow (posthumous), hosted by Eric Sevareid

Sevareid talks about his personal and professional relationship with Murrow.

A video segment talks about Murrow's war reporting. Moments from his show “See It Now” are seen.

Murrow's wife Janet accepts the award.

Lucy Connection: Murrow and his show were parodied on “The Ricardos Are Interviewed” (ILL S5;E7) as “Face To Face” with Edward Warren.

“The Seventh Annual Television Academy Hall of Fame Awards”

September 23, 1991 ~ NBC

Honorees

Desi Arnaz (posthumously)

“I Love Lucy”

Leonard Bernstein

James Garner

Danny Thomas

Mike Wallace

Special Appearances

Lucie Arnaz, daughter of Desi Arnaz

Laurence Luckinbill, husband of Lucie Arnaz

Desi Arnaz Jr., son of Desi Arnaz

Amy Arnaz, wife of Desi Arnaz Jr.

Lucie Arnaz and Desi Arnaz Jr. were misty-eyed as they accepted the honor for their father. The brother and sister recounted how their own childhoods were reflected on their parent's show when the "Little Ricky" character was introduced.

Vintage footage of "I Love Lucy", including snippets from the pilot, and other moments from the careers of the honorees were shown at the ceremony held at the Regent Beverly Wilshire Hotel.

"I Love Lucy" producer Jess Oppenheimer's widow Estelle and original writers Madelyn Pugh-Davis and Bob Carroll Jr. accepted the award for the CBS show. It was the first show ever inducted into the Hall of Fame.

In 1994, Disney's Hollywood Studios in Orlando, featured an outdoor exhibition of statues and plaques dedicated to Hall of Fame winners. The exhibit was removed in 2016 and the statues and busts returned to the Academy.