#just watched this for the fourth time. my favorite favorite movie much love to you kin-dza-dza

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Kin-Dza-Dza! (1986)

#kin-dza-dza! #soviet sci fi #georgiy daneliya #1980s films #my screencaps #just watched this for the fourth time. my favorite favorite movie much love to you kin-dza-dza #weird guys. bonkers sets. social satire. it has it all #please watch it it’s on YouTube in full. good quality good captions

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Hands Where I Can See Them, Part 6

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

The days pass like cold mud – slow, uncomfortable, and relentless.

But they do pass.

Eddie had said he could give Steve the time he needed, and he’d meant it; he would wait out the two weeks and be there on the other side to talk to him. To hope for a second chance.

They see each other here and there, mostly in passing: Steve comes to pick a few of the kids up from a gaming session; Eddie stops in at Family Video with Jeff, Gareth, and Oliver to grab a movie (where Jeff and Steve exchange a surprisingly friendly greeting); they occupy separate sides of the room at a group dinner.

Each time, Eddie is sure to at least acknowledge and wave at Steve, in spite of any protective hovering and scowling Robin might be doing if she happens to be present. Steve gives cautious nods in return at first, but as they near the deadline, he’s returning Eddie’s distant greetings with a hesitant smile and that ridiculous little finger-wiggle wave that Eddie had been reluctantly charmed by in the beginning.

And in the meantime, Eddie plots.

He is not, by nature, an optimist (strangely, between the two of them, that’s Steve’s area), but in this instance, he plans for the best: the idea that Steve will say yes and let Eddie take him on a proper date. And as improvisational as Eddie likes to be, he’s also a veteran dungeon master and plotter of all sorts of campaigns; if you want long-term plans to go off without a hitch, it pays to be prepared.

So, he plots.

He brainstorms and makes lists of all of Steve’s favorite things and schemes out elaborate romantic gestures and draws on all the knowledge he’s retained from the romcoms he’d whined about having to watch with Steve but had always given in over when Steve gave him that puppy-eyed look that Eddie has no defense against.

(And somehow, he’d continued to think they were just friends. His lack of awareness should be studied as a scientific anomaly.)

He thinks Steve would be proud of his accumulated work (and Eddie himself isn’t ashamed of it, but all the same, he makes sure to hide the notebook where none of the guys will ever, ever stumble across it, because they would never, ever let Eddie live it down).

In any case, the ticking down of two weeks finally comes to an end, and Eddie stands in front of the phone earlier than he’d normally care to be awake, hoping that his work will pay off.

Steve picks up before the fourth ring, just like he always does, and answers the phone like a dork, just like he always does.

“Harrington residence, Steve speaking.”

This is where Eddie normally makes a joke – says he’d been trying for the funeral home and asks if Steve happens to have a shovel and some time on his hands; says he thought he’d had the number for the Hawkins Gentleman’s Club and asks if Steve is much of a dancer; once, he’d even affected a terrible New York accent and spun some lines about how he’d been trying to call a speakeasy. He can always hear the laughter caught behind Steve’s dry responses to his nonsense, and he always loves it.

But now is not “normally,” and Eddie only just manages to sound like himself as he replies, “Steve. Just the Harrington I was hoping would speak.”

“Eddie,” is all Steve says for a moment; he sounds almost surprised, but not displeased. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Eddie says back. “So, I know punctuality has never been my strong suit, but it’s, uh. It’s been two weeks. Pretty much on the dot. And you said I should come talk to you again, so…”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, no, did you – You can come over. If you want to talk, still,” Steve says – stammers, really, like he’s been caught off-guard, like he really hadn’t been expecting Eddie to call.

“Well, if I didn’t change my mind in two weeks, I’m not gonna change my mind in the fifteen minutes it takes to get to your house,” Eddie says.

“Sure,” Steve says, a little steadier now. “Yeah, I’ll see you in a bit, I guess.”

“You definitely will,” Eddie assures him. “See you in a bit, Steve.”

“Yeah. Yes. Bye, Eddie.”

It’s awkward, but – it’s something.

The only reason Eddie doesn’t break an egregious number of traffic laws on his way to Steve’s house is because he simply couldn’t bear the irony of getting arrested now, of all times. With his luck, he’d get sent up the river and Steve would be left waiting and waiting at his house before coming to the conclusion that Eddie had never really cared about him after all, only to be found surprised and jaded several years later when Eddie is finally released from prison and makes his first stop the Harrington house and – Christ, Eddie’s had romance on the brain too long. He’s going to have to binge reread Lord of the Rings or something to get his head back on straight.

He pulls his head out of the clouds and his van into the Harrington’s ridiculously massive driveway and heads up to the door with a vibrating surplus of energy sustained entirely by nerves and determination.

It seems like he’s not the only one running on anxiety power, though, based on how quickly the door opens after Eddie rings the bell.

It’s the first time Eddie’s really seen Steve up close since the trailer two weeks ago. He looks– better. He’s still tired, Eddie can tell; he’s got that slightly droopy look around his eyes and an almost painful set to his jaw that’s nearly impossible to spot if you don’t know what to look for – and most people don’t (but Eddie’s spent a lot of time learning Steve, even if he hadn’t picked up all the right tells). But he still looks better, and Eddie finds himself relieved.

“Hey, there,” he says, giving Steve a nod. “Just happened to be in the neighborhood, y’know. Thought I’d drop by.”

Steve shakes his head, a tiny smile quirking up at one corner of his mouth. “Come in, jackass.”

“Fine way to treat your guests,” Eddie drawls in return, gratified when Steve’s smile grows just a tiny bit more.

He takes off his shoes at the entryway (Steve hardly ever asks anyone to take off their shoes, because worrying about the state of your floors isn’t cool, but it bothers him all the same, and so Eddie takes them off) and follows Steve through to the living room, where they both perch awkwardly on the couch and sit in an equally awkward silence for about thirty seconds.

“So… you said I should come talk to you,” Eddie says finally.

“I did, yeah.” Steve nods.

“You said to tell you if this was still something I wanted,” Eddie goes on.

“I did, yeah,” Steve says again. “And… you’re here.”

“I told you I wouldn’t change my mind, Steve.” Eddie’s hand twitches, almost instinctively reaching out for a spot on Steve’s knee, or around his wrist, or threaded through his fingers, but he doesn’t think he can take Steve freezing up or pulling away again. “This – you, us – I still want it. I want to do it right. If you’ll give me the chance, I want to treat you how you should be treated.”

Steve nods. “Okay.”

Eddie blinks. “Okay? As in – just, yeah, okay?” He knows he’s not making much sense, but he’d been sort of prepared to have to make his case – to extol the virtues of the perfect dates he had planned, to sing the praises of all the things he knows now that he should appreciate about Steve, to lament the loss of trust and ease between them, but instead Steve is just sitting there, watching him with a funny sort of smile on his face.

“I was… I was never going to say no, Eddie.” Steve shrugs. “I just really needed you to think about it. To make sure this—a real relationship with… with me—is really what you wanted. Because if it’s not, if you took it back again, I don’t think I’d– I just really needed you to be sure.”

“Steve,” Eddie says, low and serious, “I have never been more sure of anything in my life. A real relationship with you is exactly what I want.”

Steve’s smile twitches, changes into something a little more familiar, a little warmer. “Okay.”

“You’re never gonna regret it, sweetheart,” Eddie says, can’t help bouncing a little in his seat as his nerves turn to excitement, to elation. “I have the corniest, most romantic dates planned, I swear, I’m going to knock your socks off. We’ll unlock your inner Molly Ringwald.”

Rolling his eyes, Steve shakes his head at Eddie. “You really don’t have to do all that. I’m not– putting you through a trial, or whatever, we can just go back to what we were doing, right? Just with… I dunno, more awareness.”

“Noooo, no.” Eddie shakes his head right back. “You said you didn’t want to pretend nothing ever happened, and you shouldn’t have to. I want to do this, Steve. Let me take you on a real date.”

Something unreadable flashes across Steve’s face, and suddenly his smile is wrong again. Sort of plastic – like he’s trying, but it’s not quite reaching his eyes. But before Eddie can ask what’s wrong, Steve is shrugging.

“If you insist…”

“I most certainly do,” Eddie says firmly. “I’m gonna romance the shit out of you.”

At that, Steve releases a helpless snort of laughter, and the plastic smile is gone, blown away by a real one.

“You’re making a super good argument for it,” Steve says, and Eddie grins.

“Aren’t I?” He bats his eyelashes. “So tell me: you free on Friday night?”

“I’m working, actually. Someone has to dole out dumb romances to other people out on dates,” Steve says drily, as if he himself hasn’t seen most of the films he’s maligning.

Eddie hums. “Saturday?”

“I could probably get someone to cover my shift,” Steve hedges, teasing and flirty and everything Eddie’s missed in the last few weeks.

“So you’ll be free?” Eddie asks.

“As a bird – as long as that bird isn’t a robin, considering who’s going to have to cover for me,” Steve says, and Eddie pulls a grimace.

“Yeah, maybe don’t tell her why you need the shift covered. I get the feeling she wouldn’t be as agreeable if she knew I was involved,” he says.

“I don’t think Robin’s ever been agreeable in her life, and she’d probably resent the accusation.” Steve smirks. “But as long as she doesn’t think I’m sneaking away to see you, and if I take the Monday morning shift she really hates, I don’t think it’ll be a problem. Let’s plan for Saturday?”

“Saturday it is!” Eddie pops up off the couch, both unwilling to sour the mood by overstaying his welcome, and suddenly overflowing with the need to set preparations in motion. “Six o’clock, sharp! I’ll pick you up.”

“Do I get to know where we’re going?” Steve asks, one eyebrow cocked.

“Absolutely not. The surprise is part of the experience,” Eddie says.

“Dress code, at least?” Steve wheedles, and Eddie supposes that’s fair.

“Casual. And bring a jacket,” Eddie says.

Both of Steve’s brows go up now, as he rises from the couch to follow Eddie back out towards the door. “Telling someone to bring outerwear to a date is usually a red flag, man,” he says, watching as Eddie shoves his shoes back on.

“But you love being outside,” Eddie counters, glancing up at Steve with a grin.

“I,” Steve pauses, blinking at him. “I guess.”

“And no more hints,” Eddie says, rising from the floor and reaching for the door handle. “I’ll see you on Saturday?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, his voice warming around a small, pleased smile, “I’ll see you on Saturday.”

“Can’t wait.” Eddie throws one last grin at him before stepping out into the brisk, late fall air.

He doesn’t stop smiling the whole way home.

Part 7

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[justheblueberry]

handbinding of A Study in Scarlette by kittebasu

There are people who want to live forever, and then there is Shinichi, who just wants to live a little longer than this.

this bind has been in my head since i first read the fic like, three years ago. i dreamed up so many ideas for it, for so long, and now it's finally done! the typeset was actually done in early 2022, back when i was still using google docs, but it went through a few iterations because i was just. so. fiddly. with every aspect of this book. it needed to be perfect (as close to perfect as i, an amateur bookbinder out of my depth, can get) and it had to be absolutely over the top, to reflect the insane amount of love and care that the author put into the fic itself.

the first time i read this fic, i barely knew what detective conan was, much less all of the intricate plot details; i was just along for the ride, but by the end i was completely invested. i went back and watched through the anime as well as a few movies (it took me six months) and then read the fic again. and then a few more times. kaishin and the world of dcmk has utterly gripped me. it's 100% this fic's fault and i love it so, so, much.

i went through a few iterations of visual designs and i'm really happy with the little details i managed to squeeze in.

the entire color scheme is based around red, because 1) it's a murder mystery, 2) for scarlette shinamoto (and the title of the fic as well as the original holmes novel it references), and 3) the irony of "lady red" actually being red. the secret fourth reason is that i think red/gold is a super sexy color combo.

i sewed the textblock with red thread to reference holmes' "scarlet thread of murder".

another detail i love is the five yen coin bookmark, it was one of my first ideas and it turned out even better than i thought.

i wanted the endpapers to evoke a sense of the white marbled floor of the ballroom, with the glow-in-the-dark kaitou kid caricature being the luminol on the floor, and the little pops of red looks like blood that's been mixed in. i lucked out in that the other side of the endpaper was like a lavender-purpley color, i like to think of it as a little wink wink nudge to the color of the actual Lady Red.

the chapter pages got a few reworkings, but i'm happy with the illustrations i ended up doing for each of them. the chapter titles are one of my favorite things about the fic, each one has so much meaning packed into it and flows so beautifully, and i wanted to put as much care into making them pop as possible.

the cover was a linocut carving i designed and carved, which i then printed onto the bookcloth, and ironed on htv on top.

i also threw in a couple of my drawings of my favorite scenes.

this is getting way too long, so i'll end it here. i'll have a separate post detailing the process every step of the way, if anyone wants to take a closer look. this fic is kind of directly responsible for getting me into fanbinding, so it's safe to say it altered the course of my life. i now spend way too much time (and money) looking at book stuff.

kittebasu, if, somehow, you see this and would like an author copy, i would be honored to make one and ship it to you; i would be overjoyed to gift you with any art i have the ability to make, because the fics you wrote have irreversibly altered my brain chemistry, and being able to give back in any capacity would be a dream. (thank you.)

a few postscripts:

i am not selling any copies of this fic. partially because i believe in the gift economy of fandom as well as firmly keeping fanbinding a hobby that will stay unmonetized, but also because it took me months (years, if we are counting when i first finished the typeset) to finish this and i do not have the strength.

however, if you are also a fan of this fic and would like a copy, i honestly, fervently, encourage you to give fanbinding a try! renegade publishing and its discord server are an absolutely wonderful and free resource. i knew nothing about bookbinding and had zero materials when i first started, but i've learned so much thanks to the lovely people there. if you're still apprehensive about getting started, i'd be willing to share my typeset of this fic as well as answer any questions about the making of this book if you DM me.

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[sunflower-lilac42]

✧ 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 | nico hischier ♔

summary: y/n is a famous singer and on a couple of interviews, her love for the swiss hockey man comes out. or, two times y/n talked about nico hischier in an interview/on a talk show and one time he talked about her.

warnings: um, gross foods and a tiny mention of gagging.

notes: i wanted to do a third interview but i didn't want to write it really so if you want to imagine it it's the james corden carpool karaoke with niall horan and when they do a lie detector test, james and niall ask about nico. also I'm sorry, i think this is mainly dialogue and i tried to make it so it wasn't but it's an interview so that's kind of hard. pretend the niall video came out in the past year. definitely not proofread because it's two in the morning and i am delierious and have no energy to go back and edit so don't make fun of me, thanks bye! :) also let me know if you want a part two of when they actually meet or get together. part two is out!

publish date: 10/30/23

part two (his girl ) | nhl masterlist | main masterlist

Jimmy Fallon - Mad Libs Theater ➺ reference video here!

“Welcome back, I’m hanging out with y/n y/l/n! Her new album is streaming every, apple music, Spotify, you name it. Uh, y/n I want to do something fun with you and act out a dramatic scene, but first, we have to fill in the blanks. It is time for Mad Lib Theater.”

The intro of Mad Lib Theater plays and y/n readjusts herself on the seat to look at Jimmy, “Alright. So here’s how this works. I’m going to ask you for some silly words - nouns, verbs, adjectives, et cetera - and they’ll all be written onto our cue cards here, as we’re doing this. And then we’re gonna act out a dramatic Mad Libs scene. Are you ready for this?”

“Thank god I went to fourth grade.”

Jimmy laughs along with the audience and uncaps the marker, “Okay. Here we go. I want a noun that starts with a C.”

“Candle.”

“Candle’s good. Adjective.”

“Sweaty.”

“Type of bug.”

“Mosquito.”

“Animal.”

“Elephant.”

“A chain restaurant.”

“Chipotle. I used to work there.”

“Chipotle?”

“Yeah.”

Jimmy continues, “Noun.”

“Jersey.”

“Like New Jersey or a sports Jersey?”

“Oh, uh New Jersey.”

“A kitchen appliance.”

“Spatula.”

“A plural noun.”

“Buildings.”

“Sophisticated.”

“I know right.”

“Another animal.”

“A yack.”

“One of the Seven Dwarfs.”

“Dopey.” She looks into the audience and winks.

“Celebrity name.”

“Taylor Swift. I love Taylor!”

“Name me a number,”

“13.”

“Just 13, 13-”

“1386.”

“Type of profession.”

“Hockey player.”

“Hockey player? Okay.”

“Wow! Speed round. Here we go. Another plural noun.”

“Mooses?”

“Uh, okay. Body part. Watch it.”

“Elbow.”

“Phrase that you would say if you bumped into Leonardo DiCaprio on the street.”

The audience starts yelling, lots of fans of y/n knowing how much she loves this movie as it takes her no time to come up with an answer, “Why did you let go, Jack? You should have stayed on the door. You should’ve got on the door.”

“Why did you let go, Jack? There was room for you on the door.” Y/n repeats herself for the man as he writes down her answer. 

“Another noun.” Y/n’s flustered, “You do this one.”

“Burrito.”

“Burrito, okay.”

“Type of drink.”

“Bloody Mary.”

“Another celebrity.”

“Elizabeth Olsen.”

“Verb ending in i-n-g.”

“Slaying.”

Jimmy busts out laughing, “Slaying. This is fun doing Mad Libs with you.”

“What you’d shout if you sat down in a wet seat.”

“Fudge that’s wet.”

“‘Fudge that’s wet?’ I love you.”

“First concert you ever attended.”

“Madonna.”

“Wow. Madonna. You know what, that makes sense.”

“A professional athlete.”

Without any hesitation, y/n blurts out, “Nico Hischier.”

“What?”

Y/n hides her increasingly growing red cheeks, “He’s my favorite hockey player. He’s the captain of the New Jersey Devils.”

There were some hockey or Devils fans in the crowd and they let out a couple of cheers. Jimmy wiggles his eyebrows at the girl before continuing, “Another verb ending in I-N-G.”

“Blushing.”

“Yes, very good. You’re blushing right now.”

Y/n laughs, “Two words that rhyme.”

“Swiss. Kiss.”

“A long, silly word.”

“Iridocyclitis!” A man shouts from the audience.

“What?!

“Is that a disease? Is that an actual-” 

“Yeah, what is that?” 

Jimmy attempts to spell out a word. 

“Iridocyclitis. Yeah, of course. Alright, now, we’ve filled out the words for our scene. Good look to our cue card. So sorry, Roman. Are you ready to perform our scene?”

“I don’t know now.”

“Let’s go let’s do this.” 

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

Jimmy and y/n stand on the building after coming out in superhero costumes, “Am I green?”

“No, yeah, you’re green. Yeah, you’re green. I’m red.”

“Candle girl! What are you doing here?!”

“Oh, hello, Captain Sweaty.”

“Please call me by my nickname, Mr. Mosquito.”

“I’m here for the same reason you are here - to rescue the elephant stuck on the roof of this Chipotle.”

“I knew there was trouble tonight when I saw my signal in the sky- a light projected in the shape of… New Jersey.”

“Well, using our powers this rescue should be simple. I’m faster than a speeding spatula, and everything I touch turns to buildings.” Y/n says before Jimmy responds, “I have the agility of a yak. And when I get really dopey, I turn into Taylor Swift.”

Y/n starts laughing, unable to control herself, “Wow. I must tell you, my back story is complicated. When I was 1386 years old, I was… I was once bitten by a hockey player.” 

She then spits out more laughter and doubles over to hold her stomach, “Oh my- Oh my god. And ever since, I’ve been able to emanate mooses from my elbow.”

“Why did you let go, Jack?” Jimmy holds his hand out before y/n places her own on his shoulder, “I know. It’s amazing, but with great power comes great burrito.” Both of the two laugh beofre controlling themselves and continuing the scene. 

“Your story reminds me of my own. I became a superhero after I fell into a tub of radioactive bloody Mary. But listen. We must complete this rescue. In the trapped elephant’s collar, there’s a USB drive that contains images of Elizabeth Olsen slaying.”

Y/n snorts and covers her mouth quickly before laughing, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I thought it’d be much worse.”

“And as a warning, I do have one weakness.”

“What is it?”

“Madonna.”

“That’s okay. Just remember what Professor Nico Hischier told us. He said if we’re ever in a situation like this,” Jimmy pulls out a gold button, “You press this button, and we will both immediately start blushing. Here we go.”

Y/n laughs and the two start slapping their cheeks for them to redden, “Our blushing is causing the elephant to be saved.”

She looks at Jimmy and then the cue cards and shakes her head, “Swiss kiss! We did it!”

“Yes, let’s high-five and say the secret superhero catchphrase on ‘three’. One, two, three.”

They both squint in an attempt to read the word, “Iri-dira-calaptus.”

“Dude!”

“Yeah!”

“And scene!”

The two laugh as the scene ends and Jimmy tries to get his words out, “My thanks to y/n y/l/n.”

✧༺✎༻∞

James Corden - Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts ➺ reference video here!

The theme music plays as the camera cuts to James, Ewan, Niall, and y/n sitting at a table with a rotating top and a bunch of food laid on it.

“Okay. so let’s take a look at the food that we have here.” James proceeds to spin the top of the table to showcase the food, “We have a salmon smoothie. A beef tongue.”

Ewan sticks his tongue out and makes a noise causing y/n to laugh as she holds her napkin up to her face, “This is disgusting.”

“Bird saliva.” The audience yells in disgust and Niall makes a whiffing motion with his hands, “The smell just gets stronger and stronger.”

“A scorpion. Fish head. Hot sauce. “

“Is that safe to do hot sauce?” Ewan asks as he looks towards James, “We’re gonna find out.”

“And finally, bull penis.”

“Yay!” Y/n claps. 

“So here’s how this works. Ewan and I will be asking questions to Niall and y/n. Now if someone on your team chooses not to answer their question, you both will have to eat the disgusting food. Have we got it?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, Niall-” y/n cuts in quickly, “I’m already mad.”

“You’re up first. Niall, I am going to giv eyou-”

Niall points, “Please don’t do that. My acid reflex will freak out.”

“Please don’t. Not the scorpion.”

“The salmon smoothie.” Y/n squels. 

“Here is your question, So if you answer the question you don’t have to eat, if you don’t answer the qeustion, you both have to have a big glug of the salmon smoothie.” Niall laughs, “I don’t know what I’m more nervous about, the question or the smoothie.”

“Well, I’ve just seen the question and I think it might be the question. Niall, who is your least favorite member or One Direction?”

Niall swears but the bleep covers it as he goes to clink smoothies with y/n. Y/n looks at him, “I think you should drink, I am not your publicist, but I don’t know that you should.”

“I think I might and just take the daily mail hit tomorrow, and throw out a crap answer. I’m trying to help y/n.” The said girl laughs and hits him, “If it’ll help you out, I’ll drink it.”

“Don’t think of your teammate, think of your life.” 

“What do you think, Nial are you going to go salmon-”

Y/n places the napkin around Niall’s neck to make a bib, “Yeah for future life, yeah, I think I will go with this.” The two pick up smoothies and drink them, well attempt to drink them. 

James hands them spoons and they both put it in their mouths. Y/n immediately gags and goes to spit it in the trash, getting some in her hair. James and Ewan immediately burst into laughter as they watch the two. 

Ewan looks at y/n, “Are you alright?”

“It is not so of the taste, it’s the texture. It;s like having salmon yogurt.” James looks at y/n, “Oh and there is some in the hair to keep for later. Right, so now y/n, you will ask your question to me.”

“Oh well, well, well.”

“Which would you like me and Ewan to have?”

“Have a look at the question first.” Niall leans over to help y/n, it was honestly like having a brother and sister team up agains someone. 

“Oh, wow. Getting tactical.”

“Oh, he is going to eat. I know– Scorpion.” Y/n turns the table so the scorpion sits in the front of the two men on the other side. 

“Scorpion. I think that is the easiest one.”

“Well, yeah, you say that until it is in your face.”

“Your question is, James, name one artist who you have turned down for carpool karaoke.” The crowd lets out a bunch of oos, “How long have you got?”

“Cheers mate,” James cheers with Ewan and the eat the scropion, seemingly without any problem. 

“What is y/n going to eat?”

“I think I’m going for the tongue.” 

“And it’s one each. You have to eat the whole tongue.” Y/n looks at him disbelief and he just shakes his head, “I’m just kidding.”

“Oh this is quite a cute one. Y/n you once said you had a favorite hockey player, Nico Hischier, is it true you might have a crush on the Swiss man?”

Y/n immediately blushes and places her head in her hands as everyone laughs, “Oh come on, this is an easy one.”

“Oh shit.” The bleep censors the word as y/n looks at the tongue, “Yes, it’s true. I do have a crush on Nico Hischier.”

The whole crowd goes wild and Niall playfully hits her on the arm, “Niall what would you like to give Ewan?”

“Ewan you’re up. Truthfully, all I’ve been thinking about is that saliva. Surely the question gets better.”

“It does. Sorry, boys.”

“Jeez, again, back to the bird saliva.”

Y/n looks at the boys, “How do they get it?” James and Ewan playfully try to mimic on what they think happens.

Niall pulls out the card and y/n reads it, immediately bursting into laughter, “This is the greatest question ever.”

The Irish man looks up at Ewan with a grin on his face, “Ewan, have you ever shit your pants?”

Everyone laughs uncontroloblly for at least 30 seconds, “The show is only an hour, Ewan.”

“I mean I could lie, there is only one or two people that would know.”

“I am really enjoying this.”

“Well, I guess, yeah.”

“Hand on, wait how old were you?”

“Well, I was very young at the time.”

“No, no there didn’t have any age in there, did it.” Ewan defends.

“Well, we’ve all technicaly shit our pants as babies.” Y/n looks at the man. 

“That is all I was referring to. I might have shit my pants in the 90s one time.”

“Ewan McGregor. Spilling it.”

“Okay, Niall I am going to give you guys.”

“Please not the hot sauce.”

“Some beef tongue, are you ready. Okay.”

“I’m going to have to eat this, aren’t I?”

“Niall, you have dated both Selena Gomex adn Ellie Goulding. It is your last night on Earth, who would you rather spend it with?”

“Just it doesn’t hurt anyone.” Y/n says, “Y/n’s going ‘it doesn’t hurt anyone’.”

Niall places his arm on the girl’s chair, “I’m afraid it does, love.”

“The trouble is, is that it’s not relaly your last night so someone’s gonna be upset tomorrow.”

“Okay, I would, cause it’s the last night on Eart, Ellie is a big fan of planet Earth by David Attenborough so I would sit and watch that with her and for that reason, Ellie Goulding.”

“Y/n it is your turn, you now will ask me a question and select a food.”

“You know what, you guys seem so keen on the beef tongue, giving it to us time and time again, so we will get revenge. James, you are definetly going to eat that, so have you got your knife and for ready.”

“Yup.”

“Which Late Night Host do you prefer, Kimmel or Fallon?”

“That’s tricky. Oh, dear are we eating this?” The two bite into the tongue and y/n gags as she watches them. 

“That was Spill Your Guts or Fill Your Guts. Big thanks to Y/n Y/l/n, Niall Horan, and Ewan McGregor, we’ll be right back, everybody!”

✧༺✎༻∞

Nico Hischier on Y/n Y/l/n on a random post-game interview

“So Nico, I hate to ask you about this but there’s been these videos floatinga round about y/n y/l/n talking about you, have you heard about this?”

Nico nods his head as he looks at the interviewer, “Yeah, actually I have. Jack actually showed me this video and let me tell you, that was the last thing I was expecting.”

“Everyone is dying to know after she came out and explicitly stated that she liked you, do you like her, or at least have a tiny crush on her?”

“Yeah, well you know, I haven’t actually met her so I can’t say I like her but I do think she’s cute and that’s all I’m going to say about this.”

The interviewer nods, “Thanks, Nico.”

#sunnylunespeaks #sunny lune writes #nico hischier #nico hischer x reader #nico hischier x you #singer!reader #fem!reader #nhl #hockey

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𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

summary: You cancel on your plans to hang out with your crush, Eddie, and your friends when you realize your competition for his affections will also be there. So, naturally, Eddie comes to you.

warnings: misunderstandings, little bit of hurt, little bit of angst, a lot of fluff and a lot of comforting,

a/n: little companion piece to In My Dreams. inspired by Hozier’s song Would That I, my re-watching of grey’s anatomy, my love for Lexie Grey who heavily inspires Reader’s personality in this, and that confession. for creative purposes we’re gonna pretend Halloween 5 came out before 1986, Eddie got held back like twice maximum, and everyone is alive/lives in Hawkins because this is an ideal world. probably won’t be able to post much in the coming weeks so enjoy and let me know what you think (don’t be a jerk)! mistakes will be fixed later.

You open the sliding door of the shower with a sigh, arm curling around your body at the slight temperature change as you yank the towel off the bathroom counter where you had set it and wrap it around your body, quickly drying off your limbs. Once you’re dry enough, you step out of the shower, towel now wrapped around your body as you grab a clean t-shirt to wrap around your drenched hair.

You swipe the condensation from the steam off the mirror, staring at your bare, disappointed face before the steam fogs it up again.

Your body heaves out another sigh as you prepare to go through your routine in a failed attempt to not think about all the fun your friends are having without you at that very moment.

It wasn’t like they hadn’t invited you, because they had. Heather had come bounding up to you during break on Tuesday to tell you about the group’s plans to hang out on Friday night, go to the mall, head to the movies then grab a bite to eat and probably hang out at someone’s house. You’d agreed immediately, loving nothing more than spending time with your friends. But then you had found out two things that had certainly rained on your parade before it even started:

1.) Roxy Campbell was going. Heather knew how much you two didn’t get along (a dislike that had been mutual since elementary school but had only spiked in animosity in recent years) and had hurriedly explained that it hadn’t been her that extended the invitation to Roxy, which lead you to reason number two.

2.) Chrissy Cunningham would be there. There wasn’t any bad blood between you and Chrissy, far from actually. You didn’t interact with her too much, she was more Heather’s friend than yours (and you sometimes wondered about that, they often cuddled up during big sleepovers, and disappeared at gatherings) but the common factor between Roxy, Chrissy and you was the real problem.

See, you wouldn’t have a problem being in the same place as Roxy on her own, and same goes for Chrissy, but together, they would just be too much for your insecurity, because Eddie was going.

You’d had a crush on Eddie since the fourth grade (he’d been a couple of grades ahead of you at the time, but now he was attainable, or you had thought he was) but it was when Heather had sucked you into their rag tag group consisting of a bunch of social misfits (Steve, Jonathan, Nancy, Argyle, Barb, Robin, Eden, Eddie and a partridge in a pear tree) during junior year that you actually fell in love with him.

He’d been the one you had bonded with the most, you had almost nothing in common—but it didn’t seem to matter because he made you feel like you mattered. He made you feel seen when you thought you were invisible, made you feel heard when you thought no one was listening, and you just. . .you really loved the way he made you feel.

And you were stupid enough to love him. Stupid enough to love his long curls, his smile (the crazed one was a favorite of yours, but it was topped by the shy one he’d always exchange with you when it was just the two of you in your own world—regardless of your friends surrounding you, or when you were in class and you’d turn in your seat to look back at Eddie and he’d already be watching you, he’d give you that same, beautiful smile), the way he’d doodle silly little things all over his hands (and you could go super into depth about your admiration for those hands), how he resembled a Gremlin when he ate, how he couldn’t seem to sit like a normal person in most public settings unless he was mentally exhausted, his dramatics and the stupid faces he’d make, the way he’d bark at Tommy H. when the jerk dared to try and approach Steve or if he was simply annoying Eddie, how much time and effort he put into campaigns, how he never seemed to get mad during the rare campaigns in which the Hellfire Club managed to breeze right through his monsters, mazes, and obstacles. You could go on forever and that was the problem.

Roxy started liking Eddie right around the time you fell in love with him—because she always has to have whatever you want—and Chrissy was the last girl you were aware he’d had a crush on. A crush he’d had since the seventh grade. Given the current strength of your feelings for a crush you’d had for far longer, you didn’t have any hopes that he’d moved on, since you—ya know hadn’t. Roxy didn’t really intimidate you, but if you were sandwiched between the two girls—or worse, if Eddie was, you’d be forced to watch either another girl flirt with him or watch him flirt with another girl. Both of those options sounded terrible to you and you were positive you’d just end up with a stomach ache that had you nearly bedridden like you always did when it came to heartbreak.

After three days of debating, you’d called Heather before you were all supposed to meet up at the mall and had used your mom not letting you go out because you had chores to do as an excuse. Your mom wouldn’t have appreciated being made the villain but they had all seen you looking perfectly fine at school only a couple of hours earlier, meaning you couldn’t play sick, so she’d just have to take one for the team.

Heather had sounded disappointed but understood and told you she’d let the rest of the group know.

Then you proceeded to have a breakdown, you’d cried and cried, crawled into your shower, cried so much and let the reality of not ever being able to love Eddie and be loved by him crash down on you, your chances of being the reason he smiles and feels loved circle the drain before washing away as your body shook with your sobs. At one point you had thought you might suffocate with it all, but you hadn’t. Once the hot water had begun to lower in temperature, you forced yourself to get up and get yourself together. Eddie should be able to be happy with whoever he wanted and if you were really his friend, you would have to be happy for him and stop feeling sorry for yourself.

So, here you were. All alone on a Friday night while the rest of the teenagers in Hawkins got to be, well, teenagers.

You try cheering yourself up by doing a full body shave since you have the time, moisturizing heavily with sweet smelling lotion, shaping your eyebrows, doing a ton of face masks—you may be feeling pathetic but your skin sure wasn’t—and painting your nails and toes. You’d gone with a metallic green this time in an effort to be daring. You even put your earrings back in, just to feel a little less naked.

Once the polish is dry and you have done all the self-care you can think of, you’re left with nothing to do and no one to keep you company. Even your mind is quiet and your thoughts are whispers, if anything. They’re not nice whispers, so you decide to watch a movie. You throw on one of your comfy sweaters and a pair of boy shorts before running downstairs to sort through the rentals your family still has. Normally, you wouldn’t go running out in your underwear regardless of how similar to shorts they appear, but even your parents had plans tonight, Fridays were date night. They’d come home sometime after 2 am, giggling and so in love as they tiptoed—incredibly loudly, somehow—past your room to try and not wake you up while you listened to them trip and stumble down the hall because you couldn’t help but like to listen and imagine it being you and Eddie one day; drunk, in love and without a care in the world because you’d have each other and maybe a slightly sleep deprived teenage daughter.

The movie selections aren’t too vast, most of yours had been returned on Wednesday—WAIT, SCORE!

You admire the VHS cover of The Last Unicorn with a smile before tucking it under your arm and disconnecting the VCR from the TV in the living room. You carry the bulky thing and its wires up to your room, quickly setting it up to your smaller tv and popping the tape in. While the previews play, you pull the soaked t-shirt off your head, your hair is still damp but as you look at yourself in your bedroom mirror, you can’t help but smile. Your face is glowing, you smell amazing, you hair—while still somewhat wet—looks promising to dry and set satisfactory. Hell, the damp look is working for you on its own. With a smile on your face, you feel and look beautiful.

The t-shirt is tossed into your hamper and you dig out a couple of your favorite snacks from your hoarding place under your bed before you settle on top of it, belly down and your comfiest pillow under your chin as the movie begins.

The movie is comforting and provides you a sense of nostalgia, though it hadn’t come out too long ago. You chalk it up to its dated terms and the general setting of it.

You’re completely invested in it, mind filled with nothing but commentary. You’re wondering why the animators made Celaeno the Harpy’s three titties so big and bouncy when the sound of knuckles rapping on your window surprises you. You push yourself up on your arms, craning your head to look even though you have an inkling who it is, the only person to regularly visit you via window pane.

Sure enough, Eddie is grinning at you from the other side, gesturing down to your window locks. You hadn’t been expecting him so you’d left it secured. It was only a little past 8 pm and hang outs nearly went on to 1 am, why wasn’t he with everyone else?

You move your snacks aside and abandon your pillow in favor of climbing off your bed to pause the movie before you make your way over, unlocking and opening the window for him.

“FINALLY!” Eddie grunts out as he tumbles in, rolling a little ways away before he jumps up and stretches his arms out so high he’s almost touching your ceiling. You roll your eyes, a small laugh slipping past your lips as your fondness for the silly boy quickly rises to the surface.

“Oh, quit it, you faker. You weren’t out there that long.”

Eddie scowls at you, eyes narrowed playfully. He won’t bother telling you that he’d been there for ten minutes (after he’d struggled to get on the roof for the same amount of time, Jesus H. Christ, it never got easier scaling your home, but he’d be damned if he stopped doing it, it was romantic and he was in the middle of wooing) watching you in a non-creepy manner, you’d looked so beautiful and peaceful; he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of you or even consider making you aware of his presence until the overwhelming urge to hold you had taken over. He didn’t know if he’d finally be able to work up the courage to do so but the distance between you, and the physical separation started to give him anxiety so he’d knocked.

“You still took your sweet time getting off your butt to let me in,” Eddie teases as he makes himself comfortable, kicking off his shoes and shrugging off his jacket to hang on your desk chair. He even takes the chain off of his jeans, tucking it into one of the jacket pockets.

“I wasn’t expecting you!” You throw your hands up in defeat after you shut the window again.

Eddie’s grin turns sly, “Did I surprise you, kid?”

Now it’s your turn to narrow your eyes at him, because you know he doesn’t have the audacity to bring this up again. “Do. Not. Start.”

“It’s just pretty interesting for a guy whom you referred to as predictable today, at 10:06 in Mr. Bellow’s class, to surprise you in a manner that is evidently not so predictable.” He’s smug, so very smug as he crosses his arms and smirks.

You groan, though there’s no annoyance to it, in fact—you’re fighting off a smile. If you smile, he wins and that’s what he wants. You can’t give him that, it's the little teasing game you have going on. You will not break.

“You accuse me of holding onto grudges─”

“Because you do.”

“—yet here you are, bringing up something from the past!”

“It happened today!”

“Yeah, earlier today, as in not right now, meaning the past. Besides, I wasn't wrong. You always climb up to my window and you always try to be unexpected, so really, this was very much so an Eddie thing to do and I am—in fact—correct about you being predictable.” You state as you make your way back to your bed, climbing back on top and folding your legs criss cross style.

Eddie stares at you from where he’s standing, amusement clear in those big beautiful, Bambi eyes of his. The smirk is still there, but it’s not so sly or smug anymore, more gentle and you can tell he’s trying to not let it break into a grin but he’s smiling, nonetheless, so you win. And he knows it.

He shakes his head, turning to look at your poster and art covered walls so you can’t see just how big his grin is. When he finally composes himself, his body is relaxed, arms dropping to dangle by his sides as he stalks towards your bed.

“You’re delusional.”

“Am I wrong, though?” You beam up at him and he can’t say no to you, ever.

With a heavy sigh, he drops his weight onto your bed, falling onto his back. Your poor snacks go tumbling but you don’t care, leaning an elbow on your knee as you rest your chin in the palm of your hand while you peer down at him.

“No. What are we watching?”

“You didn’t answer my earlier question.”

“You didn’t ask a question.” You know he knows what you’re referring to.

“I could smother you right now.”

“Mm, but you won’t.”

You drop your hand from your chin to dart forward and tickle his side. Eddie yelps, letting out a loud laugh as he tries to wrangle your hand in his, securing your wrist in his grasp.

“Okay! Okay! Fine, what’s your question?”

“Why aren’t you with everyone else?” You exclaim, in your rush of adrenaline, rather than ask.

Eddie answers like it’s the most simple question in the world, blinking up at you as though the answer should have been obvious to you, “Because you’re not there.”

Your brows furrow, a confused smile crossing your lips and Eddie wants to lean up and kiss the spot between your eyebrows to ease them. You smell so good, too. He just wants to bury his face in your neck, your hair, suffocate himself with you ‘til his lungs refuse oxygen in favor of needing you to breathe.

“I’m hardly the life of the party, Eddie.”

Not when Roxy and Chrissy are around, you think to yourself. If you’re being honest, Chrissy seems more fun than Roxy, and so are you. Anyone is better than Roxy. You can’t help but briefly wonder how Roxy can be friends, acquaintances, whatever, with Chrissy—not that there’s anything wrong with the sweet blonde—but if it was obvious to you that Eddie liked Chrissy, it should have been obvious to Roxy. Roxy loathed you even more than she had before for being friends with Eddie, you figured she’d hate Chrissy since she was the object of his affections.

“You’re spacing’ out on me, kid.” You’re literally shaken from your thoughts when Eddie puts his giant freaking hand on the top of your damp head, giving it a gentle shake. He laughs at your expression when you swat his hand away.

“Sorry, was just thinking about something. Did you say something?”

“I said you’re the life of my party,” Eddie repeats, trying to maintain his cool, despite how fast his heart was racing. He’d do that a lot, drop little hints to see if you picked up on them with hopes you would. Then, he’d have the perfect opportunity to finally tell you how he feels; like how his heart had just about dropped out of his ass when Heather had come on her own and told them you wouldn’t be joining them. He’d been sullen and mostly quiet as they walked through the mall. Steve and Argyle had tried to cheer him up, but it was useless. Chrissy had even tried to strike up a conversation but he couldn’t think about anything but you, so that had dropped pretty fast and he was sure he’d come off as rude, only he couldn’t care right then but he’d apologize next week at school.

Eddie couldn’t even recall what movie they had ended up watching. Even if he had been trying to pay attention, Roxy was constantly trying to talk to him during the movie so he wouldn’t have been able to hear it anyways. The entire time he was trying to think of why you hadn’t shown up. Heather had mentioned something about your mom, but Eddie knew your parents had date nights on Fridays so you were pretty much free to do whatever you wanted. Were you sick? On your period? Suffering? And here he was, albeit not having an even decent time, hanging out with his friends when he could have been comforting you or just with you. He left before the movie hit the halfway point.

“Coolest person I know, kid.”

You smile, sinking back into your shoulders shyly, you may not have been the apple of his eye, but you were still cool in his, “Thanks, Eddie. You’re the coolest person I know, too. Maybe even the best person I know, in general. Don’t tell Robin or Eden I said that.”

Eddie chuckles, still hyper aware of your wrist in his hand, if he plays this right he could just slide it up ‘til he’s palm to palm with you and intertwine your fing─

“The Last Unicorn,” You announce, finally answering his question as you sit up only to lean back into your pillows, pulling your wrist out of his hold just as Eddie had been about to trail his hand higher. You pat the spot next to you as you pull your knees to your chest. “We lost the remote so you’ll have to go press ‘play’.”

“Oh, I’ll have to go press ‘play’, huh?” His amusement is back as he shifts onto his side to face you.

“Mhm,” You nod innocently, placing your finger on the tip of your nose. “Nose goes.”

He stares at you, incredulous, before he reluctantly pushes himself up even though you both know he would have done it regardless.

“That stupid game doesn’t even make sense, if it’s gonna be called ‘Nose Goes’ shouldn’t the first person that touches their nose fucking go?” He grumbles as he presses the button on the VCR before climbing onto the bed, making himself comfy next to you as the movie resumes.

You shush him, eyes fixated on the screen again, on Celaeno, “Look at her boobies.”

Eddie does as you say, guffawing once he notices. He’s more amused with your thought process than he is with the harpy, for obvious reasons. One being that he’s in love with you and how cute you are and the other being that the harpy is far from appealing to look at.

“Wait, does she have three tits?”

“Yeah.”

“Why, though?”

“Because Harpies have three titties, I don’t know, Eddie, I didn’t make the movie.”

“Well, like—does she need the extra one?” He never noticed it before.

“I don’t know, I’m more concerned about how human they look. I get that harpies are kinda supposed to look a little human, but she’s really fugly and not at all human in appearance. They really gave her three human boobs and called it a day. Could have at least given her a human head or some hair but no.”

Eddie’s focused on you, watching you from the corners of his eyes as you rant. One of the things that had broken the awkwardness when you first met was your love of fantasy. You weren’t as obvious about it as he was with his, but he’d seen you reading your copy of The Sword in the Stone after you’d finished a test early, in the English class he shared with you, right before the end of your sophomore year. He’d spent the whole summer wondering about you and he’d been grateful when Heather had been inducted in the group, bringing you with her in the fall. When he failed, he’d been bummed but knowing he got to spend more time with you, learn more about you eased the ache. Falling in love with you had just about healed it completely, and with your encouragement, he was on track to graduate alongside you this year.

When Eddie doesn’t respond, you turn your head to him, raising your brows when you notice his gaze is fixed on you, “You okay, Eddie?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, kid.”

He really is, he’s thinking about all the things he loves about you. How animated you get when you’re excited about something, the way you get all shy when you realize just how excited you’d been, how optimistic you were even when you were having the worst of days—you never lashed out at anyone because of it, how you always put others first (you always claimed to be selfish but the moment you realized you could help someone instead of yourself, you did it), how forgiving you were (Steve had been somewhat of a jerk to you when he was still King Steve but the moment you realized he was genuine in his redemption, you never brought it up and always made sure to mention how he’s grown as a person when someone else brings it up and yeah, Eddie was a little jealous about that). How unapologetically yourself you were, silliness and all (like how you’d gone as Jamie Lloyd in her clown costume with the red nose and mask, from the Halloween movie while everyone else was dressed as provocative as possible for Zoe’s halloween party—and then you’d gone to Tina’s party as an angel with very little covering you up, because you could do both, and Eddie had to spend the entire night hiding an erection). Or how you made the wall flower kids, that Steve and the others sometimes couldn’t see needed attention, feel seen; Lucas, Will and Jane loved it when you came around. They always referred to you and Jonathan as their play parents and yes, Eddie got incredibly jealous with that, too.

And then there was the way you made Eddie feel. Despite his growing friendships, he had still felt a sense of loneliness, still needed his alone time because they overwhelmed him a bit. But not you. You snuck up on him, came into his life so quietly you hadn’t disturbed any of the foundation he’d built around himself to keep the world away, yet still somehow ended up on the same side of the wall with him. When his head got loud, you were there to hush all the thoughts, bringing him a sense of peace. He hardly had to even defend himself to verbal lashings anymore because you were putting whoever it was in their place without even being mean about it, which made him feel like people really were just messing with him to be jerks, like he wasn’t actually a freak. You made him feel like they were the problem, not him. When you looked at him, he felt like you were actually seeing him. Not Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson, not the frontman to a band everyone thought was going nowhere, not some high school repeat, not some drug dealer, not trailer trash, just Eddie.

God, and the way you said his name! You’d beam, sit up straighter while you flashed him that beautiful smile and Eddie felt like he somehow lit up the room for you, despite you already being the brightest thing in any room.

He’d had crushes before, on Chrissy Cunningham, on Ally Citronni, Tammy Thompson—she talked to him, okay? He was lucky if a girl didn’t walk away giggling with her friends and not in the ‘I just talked to a cute boy’ way and she was a nice girl—even the fucking counselor and yeah, he’d had one on you, had expected it to go away like it had with the others, but it hadn’t. Instead, it blossomed into something so intense he couldn’t eat, he couldn’t fucking sleep, he couldn’t think about anything that wasn’t related to you.

Love on the fucking brain.

He’d even been forced to talk to Wayne about you when Tommy H. had asked you out in an attempt to make Carol jealous during one of their break ups. Even though you’d flat out said no, it had been a reality check for Eddie. Someone could easily just steal you away.  Eddie hadn’t been able to sleep right for a week, and he hadn’t even touched his guitars, prompting an Uncle Wayne intervention, that conversation led him here. And all of the other times he’d tried—failed—to tell you how he felt.

You went back to watching the movie, but not Eddie. He was ready for this, fuck the hints.

“I’m glad I’m not in this movie cause I would have started sprinting, then she’d kil─”

Eddie had placed a finger on the side of your chin, directing your face to his instead of the TV while you had been talking and you hadn’t been able to drag your eyes away from the action on screen but that didn’t stop him from kissing you, lips pressing firmly against yours.

That caught your attention.

Your eyes widen as you realize what’s happening and when it becomes clear Eddie won’t be pulling away, you melt into him, eyelids fluttering shut while you return the kiss with the same amount of fervor. The rest of his hand comes to cradle your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek as he licks at your lips. They part for him almost instantly and he moans at the first taste of you, tongue swiping against yours.

Eddie dominates the kiss and you’re helpless to do anything but respond as he explores your mouth, licking any chance of coherency right off your tongue. His other hand slips around your waist, pulling you flush against him, onto his lap and you can’t quite believe that he’s cradling you like this, as though you were something important to him. You can’t even believe he’s kissing you, let alone this thoroughly!

When Eddie finally—and very reluctantly—pulls away, there’s a string of spittle connecting your lips. You lick it up and Eddie nearly creams his pants right there.

You stare up at him, eyes wide and vulnerable as Eddie leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, thumb still stroking your cheek.

“I love you, kid. I’m in love with you. Messed me up the moment Heather dragged you over to the lunch table and you wouldn’t let go of the seat you’d been sitting on at your old table. Had a feeling it’d be you, I hoped it would.” He confesses, voice gentle and nearly a whisper into the charged air between the two of you.

You want to cry the happiest of tears as you finally confess during a moment you genuinely thought wouldn’t come, not after the circumstances of how the night had started for you, “I love you so much, Eddie. You’re all I think about; I can’t sleep, I-I can’t eat and when I didn’t think you could love me I couldn’t breathe. I love you, I love you so much and I wanted to tell you, I did but I was so scared you wouldn’t love me and I’d ruin it all but I do! I love you.”

Eddie’s on you in an instant, lips insistent against yours and you can’t help the few tears that slip out but Eddie’s quick to wipe them away, trying to convey just how much he loves you with his kisses. When he pulls away again, he rests his forehead against yours.

“I’ve tried to tell you so many times, baby. I just—I fucking suck. That’s it,” the way Eddie says it makes you laugh and he smiles at the sound, leaning forward to press another kiss to your lips. “I fucking suck. I have loved you for so long, and I should have told you a long ass time ago, a fucking year ago. You really are the life of my party—love of my life, actually. You’re it for me, like—fuck.”

He’s quiet for a few moments, but you can be patient now, you’re willing to wait for him forever.

When he speaks again, the playful edge is gone, “I want to marry you.”

Your breath hitches along with your heartbeat and Eddie continues, “Not yet, not while we’re in school, but I’m positive I want to marry you. Hell, if I didn’t think I’d distract the shit out of you, I’d carry you to the courthouse right now—don’t be a smart ass, I know what you’re gonna say and I’m very aware they’re not open right now—but I’d sit there and wait. That’s how sure I am. So when we’re ready, when you’re ready, if you’ll have me, I’m gonna marry you. But for now, would you—I don’t know, wanna be my girlfriend?”

You yank him down for another kiss, multiple before you’re pressing them all over his face and you’re sure he’s smiling, can feel his cheeks pull up when your lips pass over them.

“Yes, yes I want to marry you someday and yes, I want to be your girlfriend. I want you, Eddie, and I’ll take you anyway I can have you.”

Eddie pulls you even further to him, something you didn’t think was possible, as he hugs you, the hand on your cheek traveling up to cradle the back of your head.

You can’t see his face in this position, your face is pretty much pressed into the crook of his neck, but you’re sure he’s crying, can feel the wetness on the side of your forehead.

Your arms wrap around his middle, inching the fabric of his shirt up so your fingers can press into his back. Despite the seriousness of your conversation, Eddie lurches forward into the bed and you squeal as you go with him, back meeting your blankets.

“Eddie!” You’re pinned underneath him, and Eddie has no plans on moving.

“Hm?”

“Get off!”

“You just told me you’ll have me any way you want me and now you want me off of you? I am all for the chase, baby, but you really gotta make up your mind.”

“Ugh,” you groan, admitting defeat as your arms wrap around him once more to hold him and he lets out a content sigh, nose nudging your head. You turn your head in the direction and he presses another sweet kiss to your lips before nuzzling his nose against yours.

“I’m gonna run down the halls on monday and tell everyone you’re my girlfriend.”

“How predictable of you.”

“Kid, I swear to God.”

You and Eddie will have to save The Last Unicorn and the harpy with three boobs for another time, too swept up in each other to pay it any mind.

#Eddie Munson x Reader #Eddie Munson x fem!reader #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie munson #Eddie Munson blurb #Eddie Munson imagine #Eddie Munson x black!reader #Eddie Munson oneshot #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson x reader fluff #Eddie Munson x reader angst #Eddie Munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things vol 1 #stranger things vol 2 #Joseph quinn #joe quinn #Joe Quinn x reader #lovesick!eddie #lovesick!eddie munson

[bobbin-buckley]

Tara Carpenter Headcanons

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff and smut

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SFW

-Tara being protective of you

-She loves you so much she wants to protect you with all her heart

-You guys met in college in film class (so you never experienced Woodsboro but have heard about the ghostface murders)

-You were pretty quiet so Tara was the first to start a conversation (and asked you out)

-You both love to brag about horror movies and watch them (if you don’t like horror movies…well suffer)

-Long breathless kisses when alone together

-Kisses on her scars and telling her how much you love them whenever she gets insecure (holding her left hand and rubbing your thumb over the scar)

-Not wanting to introduce you to Sam because she’s worried Sam will scare you away

-You said it’ll be fine but when you met her Sam almost tazed you

-Being best friends with Anika (since forever)

-Hanging out with the twins a lot (they both love having you around)

-Sam watching you like a hawk

-Tara loves being big spoon, she feels that you are safe in her arms

-When ghostface came back and you got hurt she felt so guilty and wanted you to move away so you wouldn’t deal with it anymore (you said no and kissed her)

-Being final girl with Sam and Tara 🥳

-You absolutely HATE Ethan, always giving him glares and wanting to beat the living shit out of him at times (he used to bully you)

-You definitely beat the shit out of him when he hurt Tara and when you found out he was Ghostface

-Being apart of the core four (so five)

-Grieving after Anika’s death. You both were such close friends and you lost her, but you couldn’t imagine how Mindy was feeling so you were there for her. Tara always being there for you after everything (you did the same)

-Movie dates (at home or at a theatre)

-Sneaking into each others apartments

-Studying together

-Sam eventually liking you and happy for Tara

NSFW

-Switch (but prefers top)

-She loves riding your face

-Super gentle touches unless you want it rough

-Absolutely no pain play or knife play an immediate turn off

-She wouldn’t mind some ass smacking though 😏

-Oddly became a boob person once she saw your pairs for the first time. She loves your boobs clothed or not she loves to lay her head on your chest

-I could see her favorite position being missionary wether it’s her drilling her fingers into your wet cunt or thrusting her strap inside you

-Probably owns a few toys (only for you ofc 😉) sometimes she uses her vibrator on herself when she misses your touch, it’s rare tho

-When things get heated you aren’t walking for a while

-She loves giving praise (does enjoy receiving it though) she likes to tell you how good your doing for her and how you taste

“You’re doing so well for me baby, just a little more”

“God your so fucking wet, let me taste you”

“Look at you, your like dough in my hands before I even get a chance to finger you”

“Hmmm..you taste so sweet my love”

-Back to her loving your boobs, she enjoys missionary so much to watch your boobs bounce back and fourth at each thrust of her fingers or strap

“Look at these beautiful things..all mine. You look so fucking hot right now Y/n I might fuck you all night, if your so good for me”

-A huge tease. She likes to edge you with her teasing but doesn’t do it for too long. She’ll pull out her fingers or strap when you’re close to cumming or gently touches your body to get a rise out of you

-You’ll have to be quiet (she will to) if being intimate together at her apartment (if Sam catches you oh am I gonna tell you, you’re fuckin dead)

-Will treat you like a slut if you’re being bad ( in the most loving way possible)

-ALWAYS asking for consent and if you’re doing okay

“Is that okay baby? Does this feel good?”

“Want more huh? Go ahead and beg a little”

-Did I forget to mention she loves to hear you beg?

-Aftercare is Tara’s favorite part of of sex, not that she doesn’t love the intimate part but she loves taking care of you after. She’ll give soothing massages, nice luke warm bath, asking you how she did and telling you how well you did

Tara is just head over heels for you

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I swear I didn’t mean to make the vote 6 days 😭so I’ll probably delete is and make another one after this post gets some views

#jenna ortega x fem!reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter #scream 6

[spirkme915]

spirk fics i've read recently(ish) and loved

My Heart to Your Heart by greenforsnow @m-b-w - TOS - need a gentle fic? this is it. softness pervades every syllable of this fic!

Through the Wall by Sexy_Lil_Emo - AOS - a fic inspired by nsfw fanart. who needs plot with that?

Malfunction by Maeko - AOS - a nice, short nightcap when you need something sweet to read before bed

Impulse (or, Three Kisses) by decidedlynotheterosexual @decidedly-not-heterosexual - TOS - spock loses control but in the *sweetest* way and they talk about it like adults and this is just soothing and nice

The Proposal by TheKittyCorps @contrascene - AOS - spirk version of "the proposal." laugh out loud funny in parts (yes, hijinks included)

Heirs to the Glimmering World by gunstreet @gunstreet - SNW/TOS - sybok, michael, and sam conspire to get their brothers together!! siblings! tentative first meetings! sex!

De Profundis by Rhaegal (RhaegalKS) - TOS - tmp-era spirk. spock knows he fucked up so he's gonna woo jim

The Kiss by awarrington - TOS - there are some super dated things in this fic (it was originally written in 1994) but this is one of the best i've read dealing with jim coming to terms with his bisexuality and attraction to spock. def don't read if you can't or don't want to take it in context of its time. if you can/have the emotional bandwidth to, then it's well worth it

On the Arrow by Fic_me_senseless - AOS - post-into darkness, heavy read, so much longing, and pain, and it makes you ache in the best way

i'm also in a "watch beyond on repeat phase" so here are my favorite post-beyond fics:

The Steadfastness of Stars by itsnatalie - AOS - this fic. THIS FIC. i was only going to read one paragraph, really. i skipped work, read the whole thing, and now this is in my top five spirk fics

in my life, i love you more by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) - AOS - idek how many times i've read this now. i watch beyond, i read this fic. if they never make a fourth movie, this will be my canon

And Then I Let It Go by kianspo - AOS - yorktown happens, spock goes missing, jim goes after him. this could so be canon too

on the complete opposite side of post-beyond angst is two (YES TWO, we are so blessed!) "spock makes jim coffee" fics that will both make you smile and feel warm all over:

Home in a Mug by Lizzy0305

certainty relief by itsamew @enterprise-me-capn

and (because i can never quite seem to keep these lists solely focused on spirk) one AOS mckirk fic:

retro/spect by slightlycrunchy @slightlycrunchy - best friends to lovers anyone? this is just so so so lovely!

#spirk #spirk fic recs #fic rec #i have so many i'm subscribed to and waiting for them to be complete! #so many still on my TBR! #and so many tabs! #but please PLEASE send me more recs #i added the tumblrs i knew but let me know if you don't want to be tagged please #if one of these is you and i don't have you tagged please let me know so i can add your tumblr name #also please don't be afraid to self promo #i LOVE self promo

[ray4hotchner]

Bliss

❀ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: aaron hotchner x reader

❀ 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: A short drabble of Aaron being a girl dad🤍

❀ 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 1k

❀ 𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Hey, my loves🥰 I just saw this video and immediately thought of Aaron and had to write something short and cute. Thank for reading and let me know what you think. Comment if you want to be tagged in other Aaron fics🤍

❀ 𝕞𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕔𝕔: @iyv-ray24

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Ao3

└❀*̥˚──❀*̥˚┘

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It was one of those lazy Sundays. Aaron sat at the kitchen table, engrossed in his laptop as he tackled his emails. Jack, meanwhile, diligently worked on his science project at the kitchen island. You had just placed a Sunday roast dinner and a pumpkin pie into the oven before joining Jack to help him with his model of the solar system.

The kitchen was filled with a delicious aroma, accompanied by soft music playing in the background. The dark, rainy fall weather outside only added to the cozy ambiance of the room. Even after four years of marriage, you couldn't believe that this was your life now—your home, your family.

Little footsteps echoed through the house as Violet, your 3-year-old daughter, joyfully entered the kitchen. She proudly displayed the fourth outfit she had changed into in the last hour, undoubtedly leaving her room in quite a mess. But that was a problem for later. No one was going to stop her now, especially not when she was so enthusiastically staging a runway show for the entire family. She loved the attention she received from everyone and erupted into giggles whenever she got enough compliments.

Now in a pink, flowy dress, she gracefully walked up to you and her brother, performing a little spin while awaiting your verdict.

"Wow, Vi, this is the best one yet," exclaimed Jack, making his little sister giggle.

"He's absolutely right, sweetheart. This dress looks so pretty," you chimed in. Violet skipped over to her father to bask in some more of his attention. As she approached, he promptly pushed his laptop aside and turned his full attention toward her.

"Oh wow, look at this adorable little princess," he exclaimed.

She twinkled her eyes at him, tugging at the hem of her dress and performing a delicate curtsy before asking, "Will you dance with me daddy?"

"Of course, my angel," he replied, rising to his feet, which prompted giggles from Jack and you in the background. She had him so wrapped around her tiny fingers that he couldn't deny her anything.

"Can you hold me and spin really fast?" she asked sweetly as he lifted her into his arms.

"Of course, pumpkin. What song do you want?"

"Tangled!" Of course, 'Tangled' was her favorite Disney movie, and she never went to sleep without her Pascal stuffy.

"Alexa, play 'I See the Lights,'" Aaron said, and the soft melody began to fill the kitchen. They both started singing and swaying to the music, while you and Jack watched them with big smiles on your faces.

Seeing them together made your heart swell with love. You had known that Aaron was an amazing father from the moment you met him years ago. His gentleness and affection toward Jack had only deepened your love for him.

After getting married, Jack insisted on wanting a sibling, and you were confident that Aaron would be wonderful with your child too. However, he exceeded all your expectations.

Aaron had even reduced his workload to support you during and after the pregnancy and when they found out it was going to be a baby girl, both he and Jack had erupted with excitement.

Jack stood up, turned towards you, and extended his hand, asking, "Mom, may I have this dance?"

"How could I say no to such a handsome prince?" you replied, rising and taking his hand. Jack had grown so much taller since the time you first met him, when Aaron introduced you as his girlfriend. Now, he was a teenager and almost as tall as you, clearly taking after his dad in height.

Now, all of you were twirling around in the kitchen, and as your eyes met Aaron's, all you could see was pure love and bliss. The song was coming to an end when the oven timer went off.

"Thank you for the dance, my love," you said, kissing Jack on the head before walking over to the oven.

Aaron did one last, big spin with Violet in his arms, causing her to laugh cheerfully. With a big kiss on her cheek, he gently set her down, and she instantly ran over to her brother, clearly not finished with dancing.

The two siblings continued dancing while you pulled the pie out of the oven and checked on the chicken.

Aaron came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He buried his face in your neck, leaving little kisses there. You placed your hand on his cheek and tilted your neck to give him better access.

"I love you so much, you know that," he whispered in your ear.

You turned around within his embrace, your hands laced around his neck. "I know, honey, I love you too."

"I'm so grateful that you chose me," Aaron said with a mixture of tenderness and sincerity in his voice.

"Aaron," you began, your eyes welling up with affectionate tears, but he stopped you, his gaze filled with warmth and appreciation.

"No, really. You gave me this," he said, pointing towards the kids with his head, "you gave me a family and a home… happiness."

"And this is only a home and a family because you are a part of it, my love," you replied, kissing his dimple.

He gazed at the kids, a glimmer of nostalgia and love in his eyes, and then back at you, his expression filled with affection. With a mischievous smile, he said, "I think we should make another one."

"Another what?" you asked, raising an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and curiosity in your voice.

"Another baby," he answered with a grin, a playful spark in his eyes that mirrored his excitement.

"Oh no, Aaron Hotchner. Don't give me that look," you said, trying to pull away, but he held you close and brought you into a kiss. You were immediately lost in the touch of his lips.

"Eww, Jackie, Mom and Dad are being gross again!" Violet exclaimed, pointing with her finger at you, which made everyone laugh.

"Okay, okay. The dance party is postponed until after dinner. Now, everyone, wash your hands and help me set the table, please," you announced, pushing Aaron away after whispering suggestively into his ear, "We'll talk about this tonight."

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𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: @callm3c0nfus3d @mrs-ssa-hotch

#aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #no I did not name the daughter violet because I’m obsessed with fourth wing or anything #girl dad aaron hotchner #aaron hotch hotchner #hotch x reader #criminal minds imagine #aaron hotchner fic #thomas gibson #jack hotchner

[booksbluegurl]

Day 3/100 days of Productivity

4th April, 2024

Academia

I did revision sheet of basic maths. This was the fourth time, and I remember most of the things, so I will space the next revision for it to 4-5 days.

I listened to a podcast of Neural System again like yesterday. It's my favorite way to get a little overview of these subjects.

I did biology revision sheets. Half of them.

Made revision sheet for Animal Kingdom. I'm halfway through to mastering at this chapter.

[Didn't do much today in terms of lectures.]

Non Academia

I watched a video essay Orientalism in Wes Anderson movies. Just makes me think that this is very prevalent. I've seen tons of westerners coming to eastern cultures and talking about the people and thier culture as if they're monkeys in a zoo, doing tricks. Though, there are a lot of people who take genuine interest and put efforts to understand a culture, I still feel like the objectification of eastern people is very rampant.

I watched another video essay while having my breakfast, and its was by Mina Le, I love her, her videos are always informative and engaging and her voice is so perfect for such essays. I was watching the costume analysis of Squid Game, a video from 2 years ago. And she highlighted the point about having uniforms and how some uniforms are made to rid people of thier identity. I'm always wondering whether people should have uniforms or not? Do you think we should?

I watched this really incredible video on Indian ancestry and genetics.

I finally, after so long, watched a GoSe episode!!!

Heyyyy how's it going? It's 1:46 am of 4th April. And i should be asleep but I couldn't sleep, so now I'm preparing for the day. It's my friend's birthday today. April has a lot of birthdays. | As soon as, I woke up today, I saw a few things that just agitated my mind, in a bad sense. Now I gave to try to forget it all and still try to study. I'm terribly afraid of failure because I've been working for years on something and failing again would mean that I'm not worth it. But I've been getting messages from everywhere that I should try, continue trying, give my best and leave the rest to God. I'm trying to do just that. A good quote I read from 3rd chapter of Bhagvat Gita-"Win or defeat, happiness or sadness, profit or loss, think of all of these things to be the same, and start preparing for the war."

-Tanishka

Pictures from pinterest

Day 2

Day 4

#study aesthetic #100 days of productivity #light academia #desi academia #study motivation #studyblr #study blog #studying #study inspiration #studying aesthetic #academia aesthetic #chaotic academia

[shelbgrey]

Dating Derek Shepherd Headcanons(remastered)

Paring: Derek Shepherd x Reader

Summary: headcanons about being Meredith Grey's cousin and dating McDreamy. -SMUT warning!

💙MasterList ML2 💙Dating Moodboard

Your story starts at a coffee shop, sounds simple but your interaction really wasn't. You first met Derek a few months before your internship at the hospital. You just moved to Seattle with your cousin Meredith Grey and your meeting with Derek was totally unexpected but you'll never forget it.

Now, as weird or stereotypical it may sound it was love at first sight to Derek. You were there by yourself studying a medical book and Derek just happened to be walking by and saw you in the window.

He literally stopped when he saw you.

He wanted to talk to you so bad but he chickened out at first. In his eyes you were the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. You were right there and he finally worked up the courage to talk to you.

“Why would an amazing woman like you even talk to someone like me? That was the first thing he'd ever said to you and the words that fell from his mouth surprised you both.

you but you couldn't help but blush at his boldness.“Why not?”

The both of you talked into the day. You brought up that you were starting your intern year and he brought up he was a nero attending. Surprisingly you both failed to mention what hospital you were working at.

He was the first person to actually ask what you wanted to do in the medical field. To you it always felt like an unspoken rule that you and Meredith would become general Surgeons, that's not what you wanted and for some reason when he asked that you felt you could trust him.

“no one's ever asked me that before”

“well, I am” Derek smiled sencerly.

“I thought about Peds or Truama as my specialty”

He was pretty much smitten by you from the start. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you and for you a guy has never looked at you the way he did. It made you blush and feel things you never felt before.

“why are you looking at me like that?” you asked blushing.

“because your beautiful”

It was like he was something out of a romance book.

Even though it was the best conversation you had in a long time you unfortunately had to leave and meet Meredith some where. Derek wasn't about to let you go just yet so he offered to walk you to where you had to meet Meredith.

Then he asked for your number. It just felt too good to be true when it came to him, so you decided to mess with him a little bit. “you could be a masked murderer for all I know”

He would just chuckle and not take it personally. “there's always that possibility... Come on live a little”

You gave in with a loving heart. You wrote your number and drew a heart on a sticky note then stuck to his chest where his heart was.

Your first date was simple but romantic. You told him you weren't into anything too extravagant, so you went to a nice Italian restaurant and you talked the whole hole time.

You talked about anything and everything. Favorite movies, favorite childhood memories. You talked about why you guys became doctors, but failed to mention you both would be working at Seattle Grace Hospital.

Communication won't be a problem in your relationship. You both just find it so easy to talk to each other.

Later that night you went to your place and watched a movie. You almost kissed, but you made a rule not to kiss on the first date. Derek respected that and didn't have a problem waiting for you.

But you couldn't help it, your first kiss happened on the fourth date. You were at the movies and you couldn't help but lean into each other. The kiss was passionate and sweet. He held you and treated you like you were the only girl in the world.

The way he kisses you makes your heart race. He holds your face in his hands and you honestly feel like you and him are the only things that matter in the world.

He never felt this way with anyone, not even Addison.

You guys were dating for about a month before you started your internship at the hospital. You were suprised when Dr. Bailey asinged you to be on his service, you didn't even know he was an Attending there.

When you saw him you grabbed his sleeve and pulled him into an on-call room. “so you work here?”

He smirked. “yeah and so do you apparently”

Even though your relationship was growing stronger by the minute and it was going at a pace you both were comfortable with, you were worried about the fact you were an intern and he was an Attending.

You explained this, but he wasn't worried he just stared at you like a love sick puppy the whole time you talked. You sighed. “stop looking at me like that”

“like what? Like your the most beautiful woman in the world” he clicked his tough and shrugged with a stupid, adorable smirk. “sorry, I can't just not do that”

So you powered through it and ignored the whispers and honestly it made you two stronger as a couple.

You have an old black Labrador that is your protector and shadow. He didn't like Derek at first. Your dog Duke would stare him down every time he came over to the house, grumble at him and make sure to sleep on Derek's side of the bed, and he will shove his way between you if Derek was hugging you.

“there's this old soul that's just really hates my guts”

After a while Duke dose warm up to him and the two become quite close. If he works the night shift he'll pet Duke before he leaves and tells the dog to take care of you while he's gone. “take care of her buddy”

Your a Peds surgeon, you always look forward to having surgeries with him if the patient needs him.

You steal his ferry boat scrub cap all the time. You'd just get done with a surgery wearing it and when you come out of the OR you'd see Derek leaning against the wall with his arms crossed waiting for you. “I was looking for that... I didn't have it during my surgery”

You'd just shrugged and give him a cute smile. “but I love this one”

“your lucky you look cute in it”

He is your biggest supporter. Derek is your absolute number #1 fan, everything you do amazes him. You've never had a man supporting and encouraging you every day and night.

He's big on hand holding too, if your walking around the city your hands will be locked together, or sometimes hell just hold your had if your setting down at a table or something.

This man need physical contact a lot. He's a big cuddler and just needs you in his arms, it's a comfort and a protection thing.

“cuddle me?” he asked, giving you puppy eyes and holding his arms open. You smiled and cuddle up to his chest.

Your always resuring him that your always gonna be by his side. With that I think he's secretary insecure, Addison cheating on him really did a number on him. He trusts you, 100% but deep down he has this fear you'd find someone better.

You always tell him he's the only one for you and you love him “your so Handsome, have I ever told you that?”

“Yes dear, so many times” he smiled.

He leaves post-it notes all around the house for you. You find them everywhere. In your bag, the book your reading at the time. On top of your favourite cup. Stuck onto the mirror in the bathroom, if he has to get up and go to the hospital late into the night heal leave one on his pillow. He loves those little details. Loves to write you silly or romantic notes because he knows how much you love them.

Your Favorite one he ever wrote was, 'If I were to kiss you and then go to hell I would, so then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without even entering it.'

You've kept every single note he's writin you.

He's so flirty with you. No matter how many years you've been together, he still thinks you're the sexiest, most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

He'll learn quickly your a book warm. Sometimes if your reading and not giving him any attention he'll wedge his way between you and the book, resting his head on your chest.

Like I said, he flirts with you so much. Some times he'll come up behind you while your working and whispere suggestive comment in your ear or grab your ass.

Watching old Universal monster movies together and the show The Munsters.

If it's a smut book you get really secretive about and he'll notice quickly. “What you reading?” you blush and hold the book away from him. “nothing”

If he gets a hold of the book and reads a steamy part if the book he'd want to try everything he read with you.

Your hospital 'nickname' would probably be bookworm, but then after you and derek get married it'll be Lady Shepherd. Mark will tease you sometimes and call you McWife.

Speaking of which you and Mark become pretty good friends surprisingly. It'll scare Derek at first and in the back of his mind he'll have this fear of Mark sleeping with you.

“I'm not gonna lie she's beautiful... But I promise I won't do that to you ever again” Mark said to Derek.

Even if you're good friends with Mark he's not your person. Callie is your person and later on you become close to April and kinda become her guard dog.

When you fight you both always feel guilty. It hurts Derek seeing you so said. What makes it worse for him is when he's the reason for your pain. He's always the first to apologize. He hold you from behind, whispering he's sorry over and over.

“don't McDreamy me”

“McDreamy is being a McAss”

He drives like a maniac. Plain and simple. “Jesus Christ, Derek, we Are Not on a race track, why Are You Going so Fast?!!?!?”

He's a car guy. Old classic cars, muscle cars, race cars, anything. You don't really care for cars except for the iconic ones in movies or TV shows. “you just want a 67 impala because it's in 'Supernatural”

He may tease you about it, but he'd definitely try and find one for you. He's got that neurosurgeon money, so he can afford it😂

You guys play 'slug bug' or 'punch buggy'(whatever you call it), but he changes the rules a lot. “it's a water cooled one, it don't count”

“Yes it does!” you sighed and punched his shoulder again.

And don't even think about putting your feet on the dash of his car. “if we get in wreak your gonna go threw the windshield... And your gonna mess up the dash, get your feet down”

If you make him a bracelet he's never taking it off. You both probably have matching bracelets made of paracord or beads.

Your Song is 'you took the words right out of my mouth' by Meatloaf.

Ferry boat rides all the time. Sometimes just to get to work or maybe it'll be for a small date.

You definitely screw on one though...

God, this man loves everything about you. You have a couple of tattoos, he wants to know about them. It doesn't matter what type of hair you have or if you like it or not, he loves it. He'll love your voice, body, personality... Everything.

It won't take him long to open up to you about what happened to his father and how he felt about Amilea's drug addiction.

He wishes his dad got to meet you. “he would have loved you”

Now, his mom loves you. She thinks you balance Derek out quite well. She was a little concerned ablut the age gap at first, but she quickly found out you and derek love each other more than anything.

After the hospital shooting his mom will call you and check on you after she knows for certain Derek's okay. Her husband was shot and killed, so she wanted call you and check on you since you almost lost Derek the same way she lost her husband.

Now all of his sisters, aside from Liz hates you. It breaks Derek's heart. Nancy really doesn't like you and for no apparent reason too. It pissed Derek off so much when Nancy kept calling you a 'sluty intern` when she first met her.

“she's not sluty! She's beautiful, Smart. She has a heart of gold... You nothing about her, not a damn thing. You don't know the things that damn hospital says about her just because we we're together, you don't know the fact she's been through so much she only feels safe in my arms. She keeps get pushed down, but some how she gets back up still smiling.... Don't you ever call her Sluty again”

He's a family man and deserves one. When Alex did the medical project with the kids from Africa you and derek get assigned to a orphaned 6 year old boy named Atticus. He was of Asian decent and no one knew how he ended up with the group.

Neither one of you cold explain it, but you guys just knew he was your kid. You and derek were the only two he trust and once all his medical stuff was settled you adopted him.

Later on you two have twins. One boy named Jason and a daughter named Charlotte. They both look like Derek, but have your eyes.

He can be a rough kisser, but mostly he's a passionate kisser. He pours all his love and emotions into it, he makes sure your the only one on this earth he wants to love.

He's soft with you. He's so gentle and delicate and you can tell through the way he brushes your hair from your face or the way he nuzzles his face into your neck that he just absolutely adores you.

If your in bed he'll always have his arms around you. Rather your the little spoon or your on his chest. But sometimes if his day is rough he'd want to lay his head on your chest. His favorite feeling in the world is your arms around him and your fingers running through his hair.

He absolutely loves feeling your fingers run through his hair. He'll kill to have his head on your cheat while you play with his hair after a rough day at the hospital.

He can turn you on so easily, one look and you know to head into a spare on-call room.

NSFW headcanons:

He's that perfect mixture of slow and passionate but when you've had a stressful day and you need a little bit harder, a little rougher he will provide.

If he's had a rough day, he either needs one of two things. A rough fuck or he needs to curl up beside you and rest his head on your chest while you play with his hair.

He's a boob man, He’ll push your bra up and take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue swirls all around while he squeezes your hips.

He'll bury his face into your boobs as he pounds into you. He loves it when you start moaning and tugging at his hair, He honestly can’t get enough.

he loves grabbing you by the hips, literally squeezing his fingertips against your soft skin, holding you in the place or using them to help guide the pace.

He probably knows your body better than you do. He knows every single one of your ticks.

Hair pulling, he loves feeling your fingers in his hair or he'll tangel his fingers in yours and tug on it when he's getting head or about ready to cum.

He didn't realize how much he actually liked it untill you started pulling on his hair while he was eating you out. “Damn... Do that again... Please”

He love getting head. He loves having you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.

Bondeg kink, his ties, belts, he'll tie you up with anything.

He needs to be in control....

He loves missionary, keeping eye contact while he fucks you. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.

He wants to see if he can he make you scream louder than he did the last time. He loves the noises you make.

If you try to hold back your noises or even muffle them when it's unnecessary, he'd put an end to it. “don't hold back, let me hear your voice”

But he also lives for the moments where it's just sensual and gentle. He secretly loves just holding you and kissing you slowly.

He definitely has a Praise kink, he loves making you feel loved and appreciated. He love how he can easily make you blush.

“God, your so beautiful”

He's very skilled with his tounge, he loves eating you out. your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

Biting, he's loves marking you up. There has been many times you had to cover your neck with makeup, but most of the bite marks are on your thighs.

Has a soft spot for sex in the shower, he loves holding you up against the wall, roughly while he drives his cock into you.

If you want to take a shower and get cleaned up, Derek will lift you up in his arms and carry you to shower, he'll hold you safe and will be extremely gentle with your sensitive body.

Dispite him being mostly rough in bed and pushes you to the point of screaming, he'll be so soft and gentle in the end. “you did so good for my baby, I wasn’t too rough was I?”

He's very attentive when it comes to aftercare. you want a warm bath? Done. You want massages? Done. You ask, he delivers. All he cares about is your comfort, he insists on cleaning up any mess that's on you or the bed. If he sees any marks or bruises he will apologize for that with a soft smile on his face.

#Derek shepherd headcanons #Derek shepherd x reader #Derek shepherd imagines #Derek shepherd smut #Greys anatomy imagines #Patrick Dempsey #Greys anatomy x reader #Greys anatomy

[lewmagoo]

warm | jake seresin

description: jake is cool when he wants to be, and warm when you need him to be

warnings: 18+ only, daddy kink, established dom/sub relationship, edging, orgasm denial, bondage, pussy slapping, choking

pairing: jake seresin x reader (no gender specific pronouns used)

notes: i’m currently writing a longer jake fic but i just needed to get my creative juices flowing with this little drabble. enjoy

jake seresin knows his own limits. he knows how far he can push himself before it becomes too much. it’s just how he’s wired. along that same vein, he’s also extremely attuned to your limits. it’s something that comes from knowing you for years.

we’re not talking knowing your favorite flavor of ice cream, or your favorite movie. jake knows you so deeply, so intimately, that sometimes, you think he knows you better than you know yourself. he knows what makes you tick. and he knows what you can withstand.

this makes for some incredibly intense sessions in the safe confines of your bedroom. he’s particularly fond of testing your limits, and you happily allow him to, because you trust him implicitly. you know that you have all the power in this situation, because at any moment, you can say the word, and it will end immediately. but you don’t, because jake doesn’t push you to the point of having to utter that safeword. he always keeps you right where you’re comfortable.

his weapon of choice, so to speak? why, orgasm denial, of course. and that’s where he’s got you now. you’re bound to the bed, hands tied to the headboard, legs spread wide, body entirely naked. and he’s fully clothed. in his uniform, no less. and he’s got that stupid smirk on his face, the one you love so much, but simultaneously want to slap right off that handsome face. he’s having a grand old time, teasing you to no end.

there’s a vibrator pressed against your cunt. he keeps alternating the settings, going from high to low, and vice versa. you’re squirming beneath him, whining and whimpering because you’ve already been denied three orgasms and you’re not sure if you can withstand a fourth fake-out.

“p-please,” you moan, eyes screwed shut.

he hums. “please what, honey pie?” he teases.

“please let me come,” you beg. it’s futile, you know.

“what’s the fun in that? it’s so much fun to tease you.” the vibrator switches to high again, and you cry out, yanking against your restraints.

“fuck! jake, i’m gonna come!” you desperately warn. suddenly, the vibrator shuts off, and you’re left clenching around nothing, your orgasm just out of reach.

“first of all, i just told you no. second of all, what did you just call me?” his hand is in your hair, pulling your head back. when you open your eyes, his are fiery.

“s-sorry,” you whimper. “i meant to say daddy.”

“oh really?” he pulls the vibe away, and without warning, his hand comes down against your puffy cunt, and you yelp loudly. “let’s try this again.”

he presses the toy against you again, flipping it back on. you’re hot all over, and you’re afraid you might not be able to control yourself. and then, jake’s fingers are inside you, and you nearly scream.

“you’re so wet, darlin’. and so tight, just clenching around me like that.” then, he pulls his fingers back, and sucks them into his mouth, tasting your arousal and moaning lowly. “always taste so good.”

he ups the vibrations, all the way to the highest setting, watching as you writhe against the bed. the sight has his cock hard in his slacks, and he’s eagerly waiting for the moment he’s buried inside you. but for now, it’s time to use self-control.

you’re barely hanging on by a thread. he can tell by the way your skin glistens with perspiration, and the faraway look in your eyes. you’re teetering on the precipice of a very delicate headspace, and he’s going to gently coax you there soon enough.

“d-daddy,” you whimper as you feel yourself nearing the edge yet again. “i’m gonna—”

“hold it,” he growls. he knows what you can take.

“i can’t!” you’re close to tears now. just a little bit longer.

“yes you fucking can.”

just when you’re nearly falling apart, the vibrations stop, and his hand taps against you again, causing you to let out a wail. tears begin to slide down your face.

then, he’s there, gentle eyes meeting your tearful ones. he’s softer, setting aside that cool exterior and trading it for a brief moment of warmth. his hand is holding your jaw, fingers stroking the skin. “what’s your color?”

“green,” you answer honestly.

he smiles. “that’s my baby.” then he’s kissing you before he pulls back, and just like that, he reassumes the role of cold, hard dominance.

the vibrator switches back on, pressed tightly against you. you can feel those vibrations within every inch of your wrecked cunt. they consume you. and you’re climbing that peak again. getting closer, and closer, and closer. and you can’t do it, you think. it’s too much. too intense. too overwhelming.

his fingers are inside you again, fucking you roughly. the sound of your wetness is obscene, but you can’t hear it over the rush of blood in your ears. you’re close. too close. it’s going to come to a crescendo and you’re not sure if you have enough time to warn jake.

suddenly, the hand that was between your legs is wrapped around your neck, fingers pressing firmly into the sides, causing your head to spin and your eyes to roll back in your head. then his mouth is at your ear as he growls out, “come.”

and you do. right on his command, it consumes you. your mouth falls open in a silent scream, and your body contorts powerfully. it washes over you like liquid heat, rushing through your body from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. you’re on fire. you’re having an out of body experience. you’re a live fucking wire.

jake watches you in awe. his beautiful little submissive, falling to pieces beneath him. it’s breathtaking. but all too soon, it’s over. and the second it is, he pulls the vibrator away, because he knows you can’t handle anymore. he won’t ever push you too far, lest he send you spiraling into a precarious headspace.

when your vision finally clears, you find him gazing down at you. you realize that he’s undone your binds. you must’ve blacked out, because you don’t remember him doing that. he smiles at you, running his knuckles over your warm cheek. “hey there, honey pie.” his voice is soothing, like silk dragging over your skin. “you did so good for me. i’m so proud of you.”

you whine softly, and he pulls you close, cradling you against his chest. he removed his shirt at some point so you could be skin to skin, like you prefer. and you feel like you’re floating. it’s safe and warm and all-consuming. like a warm bath you’ve just dipped into, smelling of vanilla and candy floss. you want to speak. want to say something, anything. but you can’t. and that’s okay. he slips his fingers into your mouth, and it grounds you.

“so good,” he repeats. you hum contentedly around his fingers.

you’re happy to remain like this, in this glorious subspace. and jake, in turn, is happy to keep you there. he knows he pushed you hard this session, and he’s going to allow you to bask in the afterglow for as long as you need. soon, he’ll carry you to the bathroom to clean you up. but for now, you’ve earned this moment of tranquility, held in the arms of the man you trust more than anyone else in the world.

“mm, love you, daddy,” you mumble against his bare chest, breathing in his scent.

he smiles, holding you a little closer. “i love you too, sugar.” and he does, more than anything in the world.

#jake seresin x reader #hangman x reader #jake seresin smut #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin fanfiction

[ghostfacesvalentine]

Going to the club - MultiMuse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, fighting, blackout drunkeness. Nothing too serious though.

Type: Blerps a little sprinkle of HC

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Going to the club with the muses and how they’d react or feel and what they’d do. Just a little messy fic, trying to get my creative juices back.

Notes: I pledge allegiance to Sean Paul.

Jason Voorhees: What a lost little baby, he doesn’t like the loud music or the bright lights at all. He’s kind of frozen, just standing by your side, it’s so hard to keep up with you. He likes to watch you dance and enjoy yourself though, but he starts to zone in and out as the night goes on. If you get him used to it, he slowly would become used to the surroundings and eventually would come out of his shell. It’d be so cute to watch Jason dance around in his little corner with his colorful drink that’s too small for his hands.

Michael Myers: Will not move at all, no matter how much you bump your hips into him, trying to get him to dance with you. Michael will follow you anywhere, but that doesn’t mean he has to participate. You may be getting drinks and he’d be standing right beside you, but even turning your back for a second, he’s gone. You’ve gotten used to that. When you’re dancing on the floor, you then catch a glance of a familiar mask. It’s nothing that you’re not used to, but it definitely would be more fun if you got him to budge, either way, rest assured yours and your friends’ drinks are safe with him.

Tiffany Valentine: LOOOVES IT. Would go to the club every night if you asked. Dressing up would absolutely be her favorite part. Tiffany would love to help you with your make up and choosing your outfit. If you’re really about it, she would pregame with you. She would encourage you to drink s o  m u c h. If you meet her energy, you absolutely have to plan for after, getting food and getting home, however if you don’t then you may have to take care of her even a little into the next morning. It’s not anything new to you two. Tiffany definitely loves to have fun and going to the club, dancing and drinking without a care in the world would be one of the best date ideas you could come up with.

Billy Loomis: Is literally only down because he wants to see you in a short skirt or dress. That’s it. He likes the drinking too, but nothing that can compare to a horror movie party at Stu’s. Billy wouldn’t suggest going to the club, but he wouldn’t oppose to it. Would watch you get ready, staring you down from the corner of the bed as you put your make up on. He’s pretty much only drinking at the club and watching you get loose, swaying back and forth with hair tangling across your face without any rhythm. It’s kind of cute and kind of hot.

Stu Macher: Would love to go with you, he may not be as enthusiastic as Tiffany, but he loves to drink. When would Stu ever miss the opportunity to see you get dressed up and drunk? If he ever does, he made you promise him to shoot him. Stu would not be shy to let loose with you, ordering drink after drink, dancing until you literally cannot stand anymore. If the crowd matched his energy, you’d catch him climbing the stage and pretending like he’s grinding on the pole fully dressed. The headaches incoming are going to be gnarly, who’s turn was it to take care of the other this time?

Patrick Bateman: Is used to going to bars and clubs of all sorts, mainly high end ones. Patrick wouldn’t say no to your suggestion, not opposed to having a drink or two. You wouldn’t catch him shitfaced though. He kind of is just there to make sure you don’t get out of hand and embarrass him, but at the same time, he’s there to show you off knowing his friends would have a thought or two of lust cross their minds. He’d be an excellent caretaker for a hangover though, he knows exactly what to do but he also wouldn’t be accommodating to your circumstances, after all he warned you after the fourth drink you ordered.

Leatherface: Also kind of a baby, but an excited baby. At first he’d be scared, absolutely, but after some reassurance and encouragement, he’d be dancing next to you feeling the beat of the music. He doesn’t like the taste of alcohol, but he doesn’t really need liquid courage to sway his little hips around. He would be an excellent hangover caretaker, always making sure you had enough cold rags on your forehead and water. Of course he’d be ready to go next weekend, he didn’t have to deal with that headache.

Harley Quinn: LIIIIVES to go have fun and going to club with you sounds like the perfect night. Dressing up and putting on makeup is definitely fun, but actually getting there and dancing and drinking is the highlight of the night. You never have to worry about any creeps when you’re with Harley. Some nights you get shitfaced, why even hide it. Either way, I would say Harley would probably be the most fun out of the list to go clubbing with. Waking up in an alley is not totally unusual, but most of the nights you make it home safely, whether it’s back home or back to Ivy’s. Usually Ivy is the one nursing you both back to health.

Poison Ivy: Would get a little drink or two, but mainly is looking out for you and Harley and Selina. Not that she would absolutely have to, but she likes to be a little more on the cautious side when it comes to you three. Not to mention Ivy would be the one alongside Selina to make sure you four look stunning. Ivy would absolutely dance with you for a few songs before going back to your table. 10/10 Would be ordering bottle service. Not a fan of you guys going home with anyone, but wouldn’t stop you unless she had a reason to.

Bruce Wayne: Doesn’t like the clubbing scene too much but will go with you. He has a playboy appearance to keep up with anyway. He would definitely use this as an opportunity to get some intel that maybe batman couldn’t. Orders drinks for everyone at his table to seem drunker than he is, but really he’s trying to figure out why a certain ambassador is visiting the grimy scene of Gotham’s underground club. Won’t dance though, as much as you want to get him to. He’s content at the table keeping an eye on you as you sway around in the center.

Jason Todd: All for it. Can’t guarantee that there won’t be a bar fight because someone touched you or someone you’re with. Other than having to be cautious with Jason’s temperament, it’d be pretty fun. He doesn’t mind the music or the drinking, it’s the time to let loose and have fun. Honestly, to your surprise Jason is a pretty good dancer. Hope you’re not the jealous type because he definitely has hungry eyes all on him. Jason doesn’t get drunk too easily, but he’s a bit of a baby when it comes to the hang overs. After a few painkillers, he’s ready to go again until you’re the one yelling at him to lay down.

Steve Rogers: Actually kind of down. Would help you choose your outfits and whether he admits it or not, he would try to match you, whatever you were wearing. Steve actually wants to see what all the hype is about. Most of the time he’s enjoying himself, just swaying from side to side with a drink in hand, watching you dance. Of course he’d be the one to make sure no one got handsy, therefore you and your friends could enjoy themselves. Loves to see you enjoy yourself most of all and honestly wouldn’t even hesitate to go next weekend and the weekend after that if you’re free of course.

Bucky Barnes: Is a tad bit more reserved than Steve. He wouldn’t be necessarily ecstatic to go to the club, not if it wasn’t for a mission. Still, somehow the thought of you going alone just didn’t sit right with him. Honestly kind of awestruck with the way you doll up to go to the club. You were there to have fun anyway, why not add a little glitter to your hair and face. It looked mostly like you were going to a rave, but either way, Bucky refused to peel his eyes off of you, from the bar to the floor. Kind of like Steve, he’s watching you from afar, keeping the creeps off of you. You would literally have to drag these men to the floor if you want to see them move at all.

Loki Laufeyson: Clubbing isn’t really his scene, but if you insisted on going, Loki was sure as hell going with you. Of course he would see this more of a Tony or Thor kind of scene, but he can’t help to smile to himself upon watching yourself enjoy the music, the dancing, the drinking. It was the time and place to let loose and after a hard week, it was exactly what you were going to do. After going to the club scene a few times, Loki would grow more comfortable with it, opting to follow you to the floor and move around a little more.

Cloud Strife: It’s not really his comfort zone, but he would oblige to follow if you wanted to go. He’s mostly brooding and standing nearby with his arms crossed and stone frown. No matter how many times you try to convince him that it’s fun, he doesn’t seem to get the hint. Not until you put your foot down and ask him to dance with you. Showing him how to move with the rhythm of the beats, he seems to catch on faster than you’d expect. Though he’d never admit it, it was actually kind of fun. Not to mention, seeing you dressed up and ready to dance until your feet couldn’t hold you up anymore, it definitely helped.

Spencer Reid: Like many others, maybe it’s not where he’d spend his free time, but he’s had his fair share of going to clubs, many times being mistaken to be underage. It’s not until you continue to plead for him to follow you to the floor that he does. You don’t need him grinding on you, but you want to move around to the music near him. You wanted him to have fun too. It’s definitely a way to begin teaching him. After a few drinks, Spencer would absolutely become the life of the party and the hangover party too. After his pounding headache the next day, he’d swear to never do it again, but then it does happen again. 

#Michael Myers x Reader #Tiffany Valentine x Reader #Billy Loomis x Reader #Jason Voorhees x Reader #Patrick Bateman x Reader #Stu Macher x Reader #Leatherface x Reader #Harley Quinn x Reader #Poison Ivy x Reader #Bruce Wayne x Reader #Jason Todd x Reader #Steve Rogers x Reader #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Loki Laufeyson x Reader #Cloud Strife x Reader #Spencer Reid x Reader

[rafesgoldrings]

thinking real hard about rafe cooking burgers and hot dogs on a grill with his shirt off, reader sitting by the pool with everyone at their 4th of july party and it’s about 5-6pm ish for visual effects.

i’m actually kicking my feet about this

I’m so so sorry i’m just now getting to this! I hope everyone had a good fourth of July (if you guys do anything for it)

So…I think we know where i’m going with this one🤭 trophy wife reader and Rafe hosting their annual 4th of July celebration at their house. You made all the invitations and sent them to all your friends/family a week prior, taking note of everyone who said they’d be there. The day finally came and you were wearing your favorite bikini, you walked outside to wait by the pool once you finished the decorations. It was over the top and extravagant, red, white, and blue themed decor in every possible spot. Even the pool had some decorations, balloons floating lazily around the water as it rippled gently. Everyone started arriving around 5 and Rafe fired up the grill, wearing only his swim trunks that hung low on his hips showing off his abs, and you put on the playlist you’d created. You kept sneaking glances at him while having conversations with your friends, he just looked so good that you couldn’t help it. Couldn’t believe he was all yours and this was really your life.

Once the food was done, everyone sat at the tables you had set out and enjoyed a meal, drinks, dessert, and being able to just relax and have fun after stressing so often at work. After everyone had eaten and the food had time to settle, you’d all hopped into the pool to cool off. Rafe swam up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, softly kissing the side of your neck “Hi baby, you look beautiful. Did an amazing job with everything”. You let out a small giggle and thank him, turning around to face him and give him a kiss while wrapping your arms around his neck.

The speaker you had set out started playing your favorite song and Rafe picked you up and began dancing to the best of his ability with you in the water, laughing as you squealed and squirmed around while everyone watched with smiles. The sun had long set and it was getting late so you decided it was time for fireworks, telling Rafe to get them out of the pool house and get them ready. You’d had them put together so all you had to do was light them and they’d put on a big show, no need to light each individual one so you could watch them together.

Everyone watched in awe as the colorful bursts of light exploded and boomed into the sky, eyes lighting up with each new firework. You and Rafe were sitting on the ground wrapped up in each others arms, his chin resting on the top of your head as you just enjoyed the moment. It felt like a movie, everything just perfect and too good to be true, but this was how life was everyday with him. It always felt like a fairytale and Rafe ensured it stayed that way, sex or no sex.

“I love you, so much” he said softly, pulling away to look into your eyes and give you a kiss. It was random, but the pure domesticity of everything was stirring up his emotions. He never thought he’d end up here, with a beautiful wife, gorgeous home that was equal parts of both you and him, hosting events like this with friends and family that he actually enjoyed, and all of it was due to you giving him a chance.

“I love you baby” you gave him a lazy smile, placing a few more small kisses on his lips and laughing as he pulled you to the ground with him. The both of you on your backs just watching the fireworks go off, wrapped up in each other like nobody was around, the ring on your finger reflecting every color that went off in the night sky and shining so bright, this was the moment you’d dreamt of your whole life and you couldn’t be happier.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x female reader #outerbanks rafe #trophy wife! reader x rafe #asks <3

[equallyshaw]

little lion | Luke hughes au! ↠ all about luke and liona. ↠ au Masterlist! ↠ also not in order, these are random thoughts!

met in october 2023

they do not officially date until 11/04/2023

split time back and fourth between newark and greenwich village

the type of couple to wake up at sunrise, get a coffee and bagel from the corner truck and walk through central park

luke is for sure the one that runs into pigeons and acting like a fool

only to get kailey to laugh

life's mission of luke is to make kailey happy and laugh at all times

intimate touching instead of kissing in public, always having to hold hands or have a hand on a thigh, of their lower back. especially if they go out at night, luke makes sure they are glued to each other at all times

the most competitive board gamers (monoply- absolute feral and scene it harry potter- she will kill whoever- including luke to win. so will luke.)

kailey got luke into harry potter and made him read the books early on in their relationship

actually, she got him onto reading in general. will read anything now.

luke demands one broadway show a month from kailey, meaning they put on the cast album and she belts out the songs with him.

luke absolutely adores kaileys mom, helen. will constantly ask about her and shamelessly asks for home cooked meals from her.

kailey adores it and whenever he gets homesick, she brings him over to her mom's or invites her to hang out and he's grateful for the relationship

luke does not meet alex until July when she invites him out to Washington dc for a visit

one of their favorite dates is to go to painting or paint pottery

they also like to go to watch movies, because she is a movie fanatic and it's something simple to do

her first game that she goes to is the last home game before christmas break, with a win over detroit

nicknames for kailey: pretty girl, calls her by her middle name 'kai', my romashka - meaning my cammie or chamomile, and my lioness

nicknames for luke: pookie, lukey, my love, darling, and Mashunechka (an generic intimate nickname)

huge fans of ice cream and ice cream dates

huge sweettoothes in general

when summer comes around, kailey visits michigan as much as she can between working her nannying job and working at the local bookstore in georgtown.

once her dad finds out about him, kailey and him go to cape cod

around their 6 month mark, kailey see's something on social media and quickly feels like luke might be cheating on her based on the limited space between the two. she even calls her dad about it, but does not mention specifics.

their song is: say yes to heaven, by lana del ray

just like how people belt out to taylor swift and are obsessed with her? that's them with olivia rodrigo and tate mcrae. no hesitation.

when kailey's in a particular mood or stressed with school, luke will come over to her apartment or she will come to his and jacks and they will have a star wars marathon.

as a fashion major, she feels entitled to update his fashion. as well as jacks, because they both need it.

she researches curly hair routines, and the both of them continuously try new things to find out the perfect routine, for him.

she teaches him russian, dubbed "little lion lessons". she teaches him the basics and simple greetings and conversation words. he surprises her though about six months in when she is having a harder time with her mental health, and gives her a whole ass talk in russian and like she thought that she knew he was the one she wanted to marry. but she REALLY knew he was the one.

luke learns enough russian to have a basic conversation with kailey and alex. alex is pretty stunned to say the least. he goes, "you mean he didn't flunk out of highschool?" in old slavic to which luke didnt understand.

uncle geno is the BIGGEST fan of the two

she tells him before she tells her dad

when pittsburgh visits new jersey, he invites her out to dinner along with luke.

in summer of 2024, she joins the cast of hadestown at the off broadway theater for a limited time run as eurydice, for the month of august. luke comes to her first week of shows before heading to michigan to get some things settled, before pulling quinn, jack and his parents for the finale on the 29th. after a two-day staycation, her and luke head back up to nyc and jersey for the year.

cape cod is their place - they get a offseason house in 2028.

luke and kailey ended up going 4 times during their first summer being together

they have a very important talk one morning over coffee and croissants and just know that that is where they are meant to visit at least once an offseason.

some angsty thoughts:

once she graduates in 2026, she has a hard time figuring out what she wants to do. her dream is to open a boutique clothing store in manhattan somewhere or on the cape or georgetown, but doesn't know short term.

ends up going to Washington for about two months, and it just so happened to be when alex was moving from Washington to new york to get back together with kaileys mom once he retires at the age of 41, a year after kailey graduates, he and her mom decide to give things a go again after some really good years the past few.

but she's in Washington while he is back in michigan, and even though luke is trying his hardest to give her the space she needs and craves, its difficult. he is moody af and at times does NOT train.

kailey calls sent a text over in july, stating she needed a break for a bit and that she would reconnect with him once the season begins.

luke has such a shit show of a summer after that + the beginning of season.

kailey spends july through September in the hamptoms with her parents, after alex helping fulfill her mom's dream. summer in the hamptons. (for longer than a week)

luke gets hella jealous because andrei visits for a week in august before heading back to carolinas. he hates how close the two are now that they are on a break.

OH and he also does not like her bestie chris, and thinks he still is in love with her but we'll get a blurb for that at some point hehe

when kailey returns to nyc with her parents she does not expect to see luke in the city.

he always used to say he hated the city when he was not with her

that the reason he loved the city with her, was because she gave it life and energy. he loved seeing it through her eyes.

she was very shocked to see him and he was stunned too. he didn't expect to see her the first time he headed into the city.

but nico being the swiss princess that he is, has to come up and greet her when she goes to dinner with her parents at Soho house

and then the rest of the group comes up, and alex is NOT happy

he doesn't care for any of them, she whispers in russian "be nice dad."

but he see's luke and relaxes a bit.

he really likes luke and began to feel like maybe they could be the real deal before their break.

but anywho

alex talks some sense into his daughter (calls her a dummy) and literally drops her off at the train station to head down to jersey to talk to him. (will get blurb at some point!)

and she does

and yknow, they get back together and what not.

and ofcourse, not without luke promising that he's gonna marry her one day. even though they had talked about it many times, and their future together- she knew it to be soon.

hope you all enjoyed!

please like and reblog if you did (:

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[jamothe]

let me into ur heart!!!

summary: ur bf, charlie, comes over to hang out, stuff happens

cw: smut, nsfw, sub!charlie :p

you were in your bedroom, changing into your favorite set of pajamas. your boyfriend, charlie, had asked if he could hang out with you, but his “hangouts” typically end with him sleeping over.

charlie walker, the perfect boyfriend. the way he constantly plans to hang out with you, the way he remembers all your favorite things, and the way he gets all flushed whenever you’re close to him, you couldn’t help but think what goes through his head.

the doorbell rings, so you get up and quickly stumble down the stairs. 

“heyy!” he beamed. he clearly had something he was excited about. “i brought my collection of stab movies  so we can watch the entire series tonight.” 

you stared as he looked at you intently, a wide grin spread across his face. “we’re gonna watch all of those…? tonight?” you questioned, but he just responded by enthusiastically nodding his head.

time passed, and you and charlie were on the fourth stab movie. you look at him, so easily entertained by the suspense of the movie. he turns to you and smiles, “did you know that the creators of stab had to make their own plot for this movie? they actually almost got sued by sidney prescott…”

you gently dragged your fingers up his arm. feeling his soft skin on your fingertips, when he started looking up at you, he was so adorable. he was so perfect for you, his cheeks turning a rosy pink.

with his head on your shoulder, and your arm wrapped around him, you watched him ramble. he was so cute when he was talking about something he was so passionate about. you ran your fingers through his hair, knowing how much he loves it when you touch his hair.

the way his breath hitched whenever you would touch him in any way. the way his stomach gets filled with butterflies whenever you would suggest something slightly romantic. 

you moved your fingers to his lips, your fingers colliding against his smooth skin. he’s so pretty like this. the sight in front of your eyes made you so grateful to have such a perfect boyfriend all to yourself.

“i…can i..” you notice as he eyed you up and down.. “…can i kiss you….? i.. really… really…wanna kiss you..”

the way he gets so flustered off the simplest things drove you crazy. you quickly wrapped your hands around his neck and began kissing him. 

“please…” he mumbled under his breath. you started kissing his body as his hands reached for you and pulled you on top of him. he always loved to be straddled beneath you. 

you moved your lips lower, onto his neck, listening to him release those beautiful sighs and whimpers he makes. his hands caressing your back, as he deepens the kiss. 

“i need you…ive been thinking about you all day.” charlie confessed, as his eyes started wandering, acting all innocent. you notice a dent form in his pants, your hands began teasing his boner, causing him to let out a whine. it was barely audible, but you definitely heard it.

you gripped his chin and made him look at you, “do you really want to do this right now?” 

he eagerly nodded, clearly craving some action. “yes…please… i..i need you.” 

you felt his raging boner through his pants, and realized that you got him so hungry for your touch, he needed some form of release.

charlie reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom. he really wanted this to happen. 

he looked up at you, beady-eyed, eager for your touch. “please…” he sighed. 

you slowly undid the button on his pants, unzipping the fly and lightly brushing your hand over his cock.

he let out a small moan at the sensation, unintentionally bucking up his hips desperately needing you. he was so greedy for your touch, the more time passed the more riled up he got.

“patience,” you scolded. you slowly took off your pajamas and reconnected your lips, the kiss becoming more messy and heated.

he gulped as he watched you strip yourself of your clothes, trying his best not to cum right there on the spot.

you lined up the tip of his cock to your entrance, and teased him, not quite fully putting him in. 

your breathing became shaky, but then you look at how pathetic your boyfriend looks as you built up his anticipation. charlie’s cheeks were burning red as you tangled your hands in his hair.

charlie gripped the bed sheets under him, his legs tensing. he was panting, and his lips were quivering; he was such a mess for you. he needed you badly.

you took a moment to observe your boyfriend.  the gasps he lets out whenever you ride him. he was so needy. he never understood how he got so lucky with you.

slowly and sensually, you started moving up and down him. how you easily made him so needy, the way he perfectly filled you, those pitiful sounds he always let out whenever he anticipated something would happen. you enjoyed it all.

“you’re doing so good for me,” you notice the way his legs tense up whenever you compliment and praise him… “i love you so much char.”

“please please please i need you so so badly…” he was desperate. you’ve never seen him like this.

as you made your movements more aggressive, he let out the most pathetic incoherent whines and . his beautiful sounds made your movements sloppier and impatient. he began moaning out your name his voice trembling. he erratically bucked up his hips, 

the both of you got closer and closer to your release.

as you reached your high, the more charlie needed his release. “oh god.. can i cum? please…” charlie knew how hopeless he sounded, but he couldn’t help himself. 

“yes of course sweetie…  cum for me…” as you said this, a wave of pleasure washed over charlie, as he let out a loud groan…

you lied down against the pillows, putting charlie’s head against your chest.

taking the bed sheets, you cover charlie’s body, “you’re amazing, charlie, i love you so so much.”

charlie looked up at you with the most adorable smile you’ve ever seen. you kissed his cheek. 

“i love you so much,” charlie said, taking your other hand and holding it, “now can we watch the rest of the stab movies??”

you giggled, “of course, i love you.”

SAWWY IF THIS IS ASS!! this is my first smut 😕

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[cherrycola27]

Star Spangled Seresin

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Political situations. Unrequited love, one night stand, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger

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Chapter 3: An Interview with a Vice President

The fourth date came much faster than Jaycee had anticipated. Less than a month after she had been left waiting in Jake's office.

Now, Jaycee was in the bedroom of her apartment, trying to figure out what she was going to wear. She wanted something that made her look sexy, but she needed to be professional. She had definitely let the deadline of her interview with Jake sneak up on her. She was hoping that she could squeeze it in before Jake squeezed her in all the right places.

She settled on a red dress and black heels. She opted to leave her hair with its natural wavy texture and pulled half up. A subtle, smokey eye and crimson shade for her lips completed her look.

Before grabbing her bag, she gave her apartment the once over. If all went well, she and Jake would be tangled in the freshly laundered sheets of her king-sized bed, and tomorrow, she would dance around the kitchen in his button-up while making breakfast.

She sighed. She couldn't believe she was letting herself fall for him. It had been years since she had allowed herself to love or be loved, and honestly, it scared the hell out of her.

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After a dinner of the greatest sushi she had ever had in her life and a private screening of her favorite movie, Jake and Jaycee tumbled through the door of her apartment in a mix of teeth and tongue.

Jake was dead set in getting her dress off of her but Jaycee needed him coherent for a few minutes.

"Jake, wait." She breathed out when his lips dropped to her neck. He whined and tried to pull her back in as she pulled away from him.

"My interview." She breathed out. "I have to finish my interview with you for my editor. She giggled as she tried to wriggle out of his grasp.

"We can do that some other time. There are more—pressing matters to take care of." Jake whispered huskily in her ear as he pressed her between the counter and his body. Jaycee could feel just how hard he was.

Jake swept her hair to the side and planted languid kisses from her shoulder to just behind her ear, whispering all the filthy things he wanted to do with her. Jaycee was trying to pull up her interview questions on her computer, but Jake's charms were getting harder to resist.

"You're distracting me." She grumbled. "Not well enough, obviously." Jake laughed before slamming her computer shut and turning her around. He pushed the device out of the way and perched her on the counter before removing his shirt and tie and tossing it to the floor.

Jaycees eyes went wide as she drank him in.

"How are you even real?" Jaycee asked as she ran her fingers down his torso and through his diastasis.

Jake barked out a laugh as she scratched her nails along the deep v that cut into his hips.

"If I'm dreaming, please don't wake me up." She moaned as Jake dropped to his knees.

"I couldn't agree more. Jake said as he pulled her to the edge of the counted and spread her legs. He was greeted with the glorious sight of her bare cunt. "You little minx," He remarked when he discovered she'd forgone underwear for the evening.

He leaned forward, wrapping a hand around each of her thighs before placing a tender kiss on the inside of each of them Jayce hummed appreciatively as she steaded herself on her elbows to watch him.

His mouth made his way up to place a kiss just above her clit, right where she needed him most. Her groan of frustration faded into a sigh of pleasure as Jake used two of his broad fingers to open her up. He reveled in the sight of her absolutely dripping for him. Jaycee jolted when she felt him spit onto her clit. He watched his saliva run across her sensitive nub and down her puffy folds before collecting it with his tongue and swirling it around her aching center.

"Shit!" She exclaimed as the firm muscle of his tongue fucked in and out of her. One of her perfectly manicured hands left its place on the counter and gripped his blond locks as he continued to bury himself in her.

Jake shook his head back and forth, bringing his tongue deeper inside of her. His nose pressed against her clit with each pass.

Jaycee planted one of her high heels on each of his shoulders before Jake blindly reached up and guided them all the way over. She locked her ankles behind his head, while her thighs became a pair of earmuffs for him.

"Son of bitch. That feels so fucking good." Jaycee cried out as Jake continued to nip and lick and her center. He'd began to alternate sucking on her clit and driving his tongue into her. Each swipe bringing her closer to the edge.

She forced her eyes open to take in the sight below her.

Jake was shirtless, griping her thighs for dear life. She'd probably have ten finger shaped bruises tomorrow, but she didn't care. His hair was askew from where she had run her fingers through it.

His eyes were closed as he perched before her on his knees. His body was pressed against the counter, trying to be as close to her as possible. He looked like he was praying, and maybe in his own way, he was worshiping. Her kitchen was his temple, and she was the goddess he would sell his soul to serve.

"Why is it so fucking sexy seeing a man in power on his knees? You look so fucking pretty between my thighs. You know that? What a view." She moaned out.

"The view from my perspective is pretty great, too. Now cum for me baby. Please—wanna taste more of you." Jake groaned.

Jake rutted his hips against the counter and moaned into her core. Jaycee dug her fingers into his scalp, unsure of who was enjoying this more. "Fuck, Jake. I hope you answer questions just as well as you do this." Jaycee groaned. Jake smirked against her folds before wrapping his lips around her clit.

That sent her hurdling over the edge. She came with a cry of his name. One hand in his hair as she tried to decide if she wanted to press him closer or pull him away. The other gripped onto the counter so hard, her knuckles turned white.

She collapsed onto the counter as she tried to take air back into her lungs and regulate her heartbeat.

Jake had his forehead pressed into one of her thighs as he rubbed the other, gently easing her back to reality.

He stood up and helped her sit up. Jaycee kissed him with fervor, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. She wrapped her legs around him and kicked her shoes off. The unceremoniously clattered to the floor.

After a few helpful tips, Jake had successfully managed to get the two of them into her bedroom, where they wasted no time stripping the rest of their clothes.

Jaycee wrangled Jake on to his back and was currently grinding her wet center over his impossibly hard cock.

"No, I'm going to tell you how this is going to go. I have five questions, and you're going to answer every single one of them while I ride you. You stop answering, I stop. Do I make myself clear, Mr. Vice President?" Jaycee said as she glided over him.

Jake nodded furiously. He would probably agree to give her government secrets if that meant he could be buried inside her.

Jayced grinned a Cheshire smile before reaching back and grasping his full length in her hand. She tentatively lifted her hips and sank down on him until she was fully seated on him. She'd never felt so full in her life.

She tentatively lifted her hips before dropping back down. Building a steady but pleasurable rhythm for the both of them. Jake's hands found her hips to help guide her movements while Jaycee leaned forward using his torso for leverage.

"So. Mr. Seresin." She grunted out. "What would you say has been the greatest accomplishment of the administration in the first one hundred days." Jaycee asked.

"Um—I—the legislation we just passed on health care." Jake replied in a broken tone.

"That's going to help so many families. What has been the most challenging aspect so far?" She panted as she tilted her hips so her clit would catch on his pelvis each time she dropped onto him.

"Fuck if I know." Jake groaned as he planted his feet to meet her thrusts. Jaycee reached down and grabbed his hair, forcing him to look at her.

"What was the deal?" She reminded him as she slowed down.

"Trying to get party leaders to see that we are all on the same team. It's not Dems versus Reps versus Independents. We all have to—work—together." He ground out as his orgasm started to build low in his belly.

Jaycee asked a few more questions. Each one took more and more effort on both of their parts as they both tried to stave off the inevitable.

"Last—question. What—is—your—bi—biggest—goal." She asked through strangled sighs. Willing herself to last for just a few more minutes.

"I can't— baby doll—I'm—I" Jake tossed his head back. His neck was strain so hard that Jaycee could see each delicious vein in it.

Refusing to let herself be beaten, she took a hand off his shoulders and slapped him, just hard enough to get his attention before stilling her hips.

Jake let out a truly pathetic and needy whine when she did.

"Absolutely not, Mr. Vice President. If you want to cum, you're going to answer the rest of my questions. You want me to be able to write a good article, don't you, Jakey?" Jaycee whined as she began to roll her hips against Jake's once again.

"Be a good boy for me, Jake. Just one more answer." Jaycee goaded him. Jake spit out some answers about improving foreign relations and reducing the national debt. Satisfied with what he said, Jake picked up the pace, and Jake planted his feet. He used his newfound leverage to fuck up into her.

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Jaycee and Jake were both teetering on the edge when her phone rang. She looked over to her nightstand and caught a glimpse of your contact picture. A wicked smile flashed across her face as she reached forward and stilled her movements

"What are—" Jake said with a confused look. He was so close, his body burned, craving release. Jaycee chuckled before bringing her finger to her lips as a silent reminder for Jake to be quiet.

"Hello." She said as she answered the phone. "Oh, hey!" She chimed as she said your name. Jake's eyes went wide. You didn't know the two of them had been seeing each other. He couldn't believe Jaycee was doing this.

"Oh yeah, my date went great. He was a real gentleman." Jaycee smirked down at Jake. He experimentally thrusted his hips up, causing Jaycee to bite back a moan. She narrowed her eyes at him before rolling her hips as you continued to talk on the other end of the line, none the wiser. She did her best to stay composed as she talked to you, but Jake was hitting all the right places, and apparently, she was too.

An audible groan left his lips. Jaycee snapped her head towards him, just as you asked her "What was that?"

"Oh, just the TV, I'm watching an action movie." Jaycee lied as she slid her hand from Jake's shoulder to his throat. She curled her thumb and index finger around his airway and gave it a gentle but firm squeezed to remind him who was in charge.

After making up an excuse to get off the phone with you, she tossed it somewhere in her room to find later. Once she was no longer preoccupied, Jake brought one of his hands and placed it over the one of hers that was still around his neck. He gave it a firm grip before saying "harder."

"Yes, sir." Jaycee responded before tightening her grip on him.

Her rhythm became sloppy, and her thighs trembled. They burned in the best way. Jake latched onto her hips and flipped her beneath him.

His hips and grip never faltered as he pounded into her.

Jaycee came with a cry of his name that was so loud that she's sure her neighbors will complain. Jake followed behind her, painting her walls white with his release.

Thoroughly spent, he collapses on top of her, trying his best not to crush her. A thin layer of perspiration covers both of them. The scent of sex hangs thick in the air as the two of them try to regain control of their breathing.

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The next week, when her article comes out, Jake has to restrain himself from buying every single copy he can get his hands on. He beams with pride each time he reads it.

He wants nothing more than to text everyone he knows and tell them about it and how proud he is of his girl. But he knows he can't. He can't even tell Rooster.

Jake settles for texting Jaycee that he loves the article and sends flowers to her office anonymously, of course. He also has his assistant make a note that Jaycee is the only person from the Post he will let him interview him because he was so impressed with her —technique.

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When Jaycee returned from lunch, she heard the whispers and saw the quick glances from her coworkers. When she rounded the corner to her office, she discovered what they were gossiping about.

Two dozen red roses, the same shade as the dress she had worn last week, sat on her desk. She quickly shut her office door before pulling the card from the stems and reading it.

"The article was amazing. So proud of you. Can't wait to see you again, baby doll. Love, J"

Jaycee read the note again. The words seering into her brain before shoving it inside a drawer.

She sucked in a few deep breaths as the realization hit her like a freight train. She'd let this go too far.

The long awaited chapter 3 is here!

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