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Saving for a friend as always

– MASTERLIST –

wilbur soot

imagines:

unplanned all-day-cuddles

first love / late spring

reluctance: a love unfulfilled

my, lover.

i'll be the greatest fan of your life.

to infinity, and beyond.

headcanons:

spooky encounters

charles leclerc

imagines

tantrums

headcanons

none yet

snow angels

sam golbach

imagines

headcanons

none yet

~°•.` navigation`.•°~!

Mom, this is for a friend, i swear. I am mentally to stable for this 😃😃😃

. the world in black & white *series

post apocalyptic au!

wilbur x reader

IN WHICH, you control the decisions over the course of a few chapters. after an alert that a nuke would strike far off the coast, you hid in a bunker that your survivalist uncle has created. years would pass, but you’re still getting used to the new world as you recently started traveling. radio signals go off and you hear about a possible safe location, an oasis of some sort and it became your mission to go. along the way, you meet new people and undergo many obstacles just to reach said location. perhaps you fall in love, something rare in this day of age.

but enemies come easy, choose your path carefully and don’t die.

post apocalyptic, slight mentions of alcohol use, survival, interactive, blood, angst, death, anxiety: more tws will be added later.

CHAPTERS

PROLOGUE

IN WHICH, you start your adventure.

CHAPTER I: your saviour

IN WHICH, you meet the man from the radio station.

CHAPTER II: strangers and reconnections

IN WHICH, a familiar face shows up at the worst timing possible.

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

CHAPTER VII

CHAPTER VIII

CHAPTER IX

CHAPTER X

possible bonus chapter but still in the works

notes: chapters will be based on your feedback and whatever you choose from options i give you: each option having a consequence of some sort.

want to be notified for each chapter? ask to be apart of the tag list!

This is perfection❤️❤️❤️❤️

Quick doodle of the lil guy doing his laundry

If u haven't noticed yet, i am a woman of many opinions. And guess what i have a new theory/ opinion that i need to share. It's about criminal minds to be more specific about the relationship between Spencer Reid and Maeve in season 8 (SPOILER WARNING).

So in 8x10 of criminal minds, spencer said that Maeve wanted to meet him and that he doesn't care what she looks like because she is already the most beautiful girl to him. Here the clip from youtube:

And folks when I tell u this boy got me blushing by saying this, because its so uncommon that guys think u r beautiful no matter what... especially as a chubby girl who's been bullied most of her life, stuff like what spencer said just does things to u. And believe me i know what i'm talking about.

Anyway back on track. The line from spencer made me blush and mad at the same time, because this and the relationship with maeve had been so much more meaningful when it really didn't matter what maeve looks like. And don't get me wrong, i like maeve and i love the relationship between spencer and her but look a her.

she is a very beautiful and in fact very skinny white girl. and this is not meant in any body shaming way, i think she played the role of maeve very well. But folks as a chubby girl i am hurt whenever a show gives the opportunity for a female character to be not conventionally beautiful but still chooses the saves option. With the sentence from spencer "I don't care what she looks like, she is already the most beautiful girl to me" the show Producers had the opportunity to create an unconventionally beautiful maeve. Do i make sense? Like instead of choosing a skinny, white woman with long hair, they could have chosen and chubby, black woman with short hair (for example). This would just underline the sentence from spencer in 8x10 and it would show how much spencer doesn't care about the looks of women. But now it's like "No wonder genius boy doesn't care about her looks when she is that pretty even in society's eyes" yk? This ist just something i can't stop thinking about... i would have like it more, especially since the opportunity was given and different body types/ black representation is very important (at least in my eyes). In my opinion this would've make the relationship even more special and so uncommon and beautiful... idk just a thought. Could be wrong though.

Let me know that you think about this and whether or not my rambling made any sense.

ANYWAY i wish y'all a marvelous day, kissies!

BYE <3 <3

Im just saving this for a friend yk

Spencer Reid's Angst Oneshots Masterlist

(Not my gif. Credits to the creator!) 

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Main Masterlist

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No Such Thing (SR x fem!bau!reader) 05-06-23

Milburn (SR x fem!reader) 06-30-22

Seven Months (SR x fem!bau!reader) 05-18-22

It Should Have Been Us (SR x gn!reader) 04-23-22

It Should Have Been You (SR x gn!reader) 04-17-22

You, My First (SR x fem!reader) 03-02-22

It Should Have Been Me (SR x gn!reader) 05-05-21

Something to Say (SR x fem!reader) 07-08-20

Her Eyes (SR x fem!bau!reader) 06-02-20

Reposting for a friend

Masterlist

Bolded is NSFW.

✪ = Reader Favorite ✫ = Author Favorite

Bad idea. - You see your Professor talking to one of his co-workers, prompting insecurities about him belonging with someone his age.

✪ Yes, Professor. - What follows after a jealous argument between Professor Spencer and his student.

Only you, darling. - You tell your professor you want a “real relationship”, it doesn’t bode well at all.

Beatdown. - Your professor can’t seem to get enough of your punishments. He was pushing your limits, and you intend to break him.

✫ I know your wife and she wouldn’t mind. - Even though he's married to someone else, Spencer can't resist taking care of you every time you show up on his doorstep.

✪✫ Swing and a Miss. - You meet a nerd at a bar, and you’re determined to claim him as yours.

✪ In the Pouring Rain. - You're driving home and there’s a storm incoming, but pulling over and never pulling out seems more than satisfactory. 

✪✫Vegas Redemption.- You spot Spencer at a hotel lounge alone, you see has a ring on his finger, but that doesn't stop you.

Headlights Flashing - Spencer and you are rivaling street racers, and despite your deep rooted hatred for each other, with enough adrenaline, arousal, and pure aggression shooting through your veins, you find yourself at the mercy of your contender.

Come and Save me now. - Spencer is supposed to be your doctor, but making you feel better surely wasn’t out of the job description. 

✪✫Daddy's Little Helper. - Spencer wants nothing more than to show his appreciation for you babysitting his daughter, but by giving you a baby of your own was not what you expected.

Truth of a Lifetime. - After a long day at work, you want nothing more than to unwind with your best friend, but playing a game of drunk Truth or Dare was definitely not what you had in mind. 

✫Captive to Crosswords. - Spencer’s got you tied to a chair, but he’s more interested in finishing his crossword puzzle than finishing you.

Thank you sooo much for spoon feeding me spencer reid story's hahahahaha legit kicking and streaming like a little girl in need

S.R Masterlist !

I adore every person reading this. I want you to know you’re loved, I support you, and my messages are always open if you want to chat.

Also, thank, thank, thank you from the bottom of my heart, I genuinely don’t know what I’d do without this blog, and the support I receive keeps me going. 

Requests: open/closed

All my fics are in order of newest to oldest. They’re also all Spencer x Y/n

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Legit this is sooo fucking cute.. i cant

"If you won't do it, I will."

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: You were so engrossed with images of you kissing Reid and him kissing you back that you forgot one detail—the man could wake up at any moment without you noticing.

And he did wake up. You just failed to notice, too busy ogling his pink lips.

genre: fluff & angst

word count: 3.7k

author's notes: another tooth-rotting spencer reid fluff because i said so! you can listen to watch you sleep by girl in red & out of my league by fitz and the tantrums while reading this because those were the songs i listened to while writing this and i think they fit really well with this fic.

also posted on ao3 (spencereids).

That darn sunlight, you should get your blinds fixed when you're free—then it hits you. You just got it fixed about two weeks ago. You are definitely not in your room.

Scrambling to get up, you were about to jump off whichever bed you ended up in last night when you felt a warm, lithe arm tucked underneath yours, clasping you in a soft embrace like a lover. Now that you think about it, you could feel this person’s hair tickling your chin and their warm breath against your neck.

This is seriously freaking you out. You have no idea who you are cuddling with. Jesus Christ, how many shots did you drink last night? Why would the team let you go home drunk with some guy? 

Gently, you removed the arm wrapped around your waist and slowly pushed away the brunette positioned snugly between your head and shoulder. No way.

The person you are cuddling with is none other than your genius coworker.

Dr. Spencer Reid.

Like any other normal person would do—no person in their right mind would sleep with their coworkers, literally and figuratively—you checked yourself for any presence of clothing. Thank God, you did not completely lose your mind last night and slept with Reid. But it still doesn’t explain why you were wearing his faded Star Trek shirt and one of his pajama pants.

Fucking hell, did he change your clothes for you? You were ready to catch the next plane and disappear at this point.

You were about to start berating yourself for getting into this mess when you noticed how the sunlight made the man beside you look more angelic than usual.

The sun seemed to caress every freckle on his face, the slight pink tinge from the cold morning air, and his hair—although unruly from the tossing and turning during the night—could pass for that of a shampoo model. Pretty.

And his lips.

They looked even more inviting right now, pink and full and parted slightly, as he breathed in and out small puffs of air, finally sleeping soundly following a week of sleepless nights tracking down an unsub. You roamed your eyes once more on his face, starting from his hair and down to where his upper body was covered by an old shirt and the blanket you shared—forgetting your initial dilemma as to how you ended up in bed with your coworker (whom you have a big crush on).

Thank goodness you did not have sex with the one guy you were practically in love with for years. It would be nice to remember every detail of that rendezvous—if that ever happens. You groaned inwardly. This is not the time to fantasize about your coworker, Y/N! You need to get out of bed and out of his house.

But a part of you longs to keep pretending that this is real. That sleeping next to—cuddling, let us be honest—Reid is a usual occurrence. Pursing your lips, you closed your eyes and willed yourself to go back to sleep. Let the future version of you worry about how you will handle waking next to your coworker. Except you could not.

You wished you could tattoo what Reid looked like in the early morning light when he was asleep and without that crease between his brows that seemed to be etched permanently from all the stress of chasing unsubs around the country.

You gotta admit, some days, you yearned for Reid’s eidetic memory. You wished you could have memories of him engraved in your brain that no matter what you do, you could not help it. He would be there. A persistent thought. But then again, you were in too deep with your feelings for the man that you think, even without an eidetic memory, you could definitely recount all your favorite memories with him in a heartbeat.

So, you chose to stay awake.

This is not looking good for you. How else would you explain to someone—your coworker, of all people—who just woke up why you were staring at them while they slept. God, you are down horrendously.

He looked so peaceful like this. Pink cheeks, freckles, and messy hair. He looked so adorable you wished you could pepper his face with kisses and bury your face in his chest. And he is snoring lightly. He is endearing.

You are never getting another chance like this. This will not hurt anyone, right?

Hence, you took in every tiny detail, every freckle, every mole, and every scar you could see. You committed to memory every inch of skin your eyes could reach before the man beside you woke up. You tried to learn by heart what this man looks like when he is untroubled and at peace—what he looks like in the eyes of his future lover when they wake up next to him because that would never be you.

It would never be you.

And that could happen any day now. Reid was bound to find someone who would love him. He was the easiest person to love. He was not a prince charming nor the male lead of a romance novel kind of guy, But he has this boyish charm.

Let us be real. Reid was probably the most uncoordinated guy alive and the most socially awkward person ever. But you were taken by him. The moment he started spewing facts and statistics about anything and everything under the sun, you were done for.

He could talk to you about why worms were called worms and the probability of people dying on their birthdays. And you would listen to him willingly. You were that taken by him. Not to mention, it does not help your case that Reid was probably the prettiest person alive. Well, not literally, but he was that close to being the prettiest person—in your opinion of course.

He had messy, brown curls that looked like they barely experienced the touch of a comb, but you knew they were soft. You knew because every time Reid did something endearing—everything he did was endearing, for you—you always ruffled his hair. This would make him grumble about how he had to fix it again and to which you would reply with a cheeky, You know what a comb is? And Reid would roll his eyes at you.

He had hazel eyes that reminded you of a puppy dog. They were mostly brown with a tinge of green. Most days, it reminded you of being cozy, drinking hot chocolate by the fire. They looked like you were coming home. They always looked like they were pleading for you to stare at them. And you admit you have lost count of the many times Reid had to flick his fingers in front of you with a matching Earth to Y/N and a mini history lesson starting with a Did you know that the history behind that phrase comes from science fiction movies showing people on earth sending messages to people in space?

And Reid always wore the fluffiest cardigans and sweater vests, reminding you of your teddy bear collection at your childhood home. It was crazy how if you saw anyone else in the law enforcement track having the same fashion sense as Reid, you would probably think of them as ridiculous. He wore a pair of black converse sneakers, among other things. For heaven’s sake! Come on! You have to go after seasoned criminals—you at least have to look the part. Right? You have to look imposing and menacing to intimidate them in interrogation rooms. However, the teddy bear look—as you’d like to call it—works so well for Reid. 

What is more, is that Reid fits your ideal type. He is probably the poster boy for it. Ever since you were never into the macho guys and their big muscles. No offense to them because those are their bodies. They look good, but you like your men a little scrawny. You liked lean and really tall men. And Reid is definitely that. He may have failed his fitness test a gazillion times, but the man was in no way, shape, or form, unhealthy. He had the right muscles at the right places and besides, he literally goes after serial killers. He is fit alright.

Lost in your thoughts, you were damn near ogling the man beside you and ended up looking fixedly at his lips. You always thought he had kissable lips, minus the fact that it is probably because you were practically in love with the guy.

You wanted to kiss him so bad it is killing you right now. But in your good conscience, you couldn’t and you wouldn’t. You were completely aware of Reid being a germaphobe, and he has mentioned countless times, kissing is more hygienic than shaking another person’s hand, kissing a sleeping person was out of the books for you. One, the person couldn’t consent because they were unconscious. Two, you were not his lover. Kissing him while he was asleep would be a violation to him. Not to mention, unwelcomed and creepy as hell. Imagine waking up and someone has their lips slobbering your face. Icky!

You were so engrossed with images of you kissing Reid and him kissing you back that you forgot one detail—the man could wake up at any moment without you noticing.

And he did wake up. You just failed to notice, too busy ogling his pink lips.

“If you won’t do it, I will.”

You froze in place.

Like a deer caught in the headlights, you rushed to leap out of Reid’s bed—almost toppling over on the floor in an unladylike fashion. You probably would look worse than Reid when he was huffing and puffing during his last fitness test mandated by the bureau.

But before you could jump out and run away from the man beside you, Reid had all but effortlessly pulled you towards him. You ended up burying yourself into his chest face first as you clutched his shirt to break the fall. It is not even 8 am in the morning yet, and you have managed to embarrass yourself enough for your parents to cut off all ties with you. You would rather dig yourself a hole to die in than be here.

Knowing you have nowhere else to escape, you believe it was time to lie on the bed you made. Sluggishly, you pulled your face away from the lean chest you descended on and peeped up at the angelic face you’d been staring at for the past hour with a sheepish smile.

“H-hi, Reid!”

This is just pure torture. Reid probably knew why you looked like an actual tomato with how red you are, at this moment. He is smiling at you like a cat who ate the canary as he suppressed a laugh.

“I didn’t know you had a clumsy side to you, Y/L/N,” Reid snickered.

What?

“What?” You frowned, which made Reid chuckle some more, shaking his head.

“Nothing,” you scrunch your brows as you tilt your head in confusion, “You just seem so formidable on the field and interrogation room. I’d hate to be the one you’re tracking down,” Reid responded.

“Oh, um,” you grinned as you thought of the perfect rib for the man in front of you, “Just because I’m an FBI agent doesn’t mean I can’t be uncoordinated every now and then. I mean, I know plenty of agents who are quite the klutz on the daily,” you peered at him while he gawps in protest.

“Hey!” He argued, scowling at you.

God, he’s endearing.

“I didn’t mention any names,” you chortled, raising your hand in defense, which made him roll his eyes.

You cracked up at his juvenile actions. In turn, Reid smiled in amusement.

God, you can’t believe that you’re laying on a bed beside Reid. With Reid—like it’s an everyday thing. The smiles. The banter. The laughter. This is crazy. You could get used to this. Sleeping next to him and not just next to him—like the ones you have during your cases where you get to be roommates. No, sleeping on one bed, next to each other. Waking up next to each other. Hearing his gruff morning voice.

You could get used to this.

You can’t.

You shouldn’t.

Reid is your friend. A coworker. You shouldn’t be fantasizing about sleeping and waking up next to him, that is unprofessional. Not to mention, you would be breaking one of the golden rules of the bureau. Never fraternize with a fellow agent on the same unit. 

Seemingly lost in thought, you retreated from the man beside you, as you grimaced.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, Reid,” you smiled glumly, “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” you patted his cheek gently.

“Is this about you waking up in my bed? I swear no—”

“I know, Reid,” you sighed, “You would never hurt me. I was drunk last night. I’m sure you brought me here because you were too tired to take me home. We just got back from a case and I shouldn’t have drank a lot of shots after all the sleepless nights,” you were slowly sitting up now, “But thank you, Reid. Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Always, Y/N.”

This made you smile.

Trust Reid to always make your heart flutter at the tiniest gestures. He’s probably the most genuine and compassionate person you know. It breaks your heart every time you remember that his actions might make you feel butterflies in your stomach, but he does them not because he sees you romantically—he just does them because that is just how he is—caring.

“I’m gonna get up now,” you muttered.

“So, that’s it?”

This made you pause.

“What do you mean?” You looked at him, to which he scoffed.

“You know what I mean, Y/N.”

“No, I really don’t, Reid,” you scowled, growing irritated at this whole situation, his riddles, and him, for being so perfect, “So, you better tell me because you scoffing at me is slowly infuriating me.”

“You spent an hour, eighteen minutes, and thirty-eight seconds watching me sleep,” Reid shared as matter-of-factly, as if to say "You aren’t slick, Y/N, " which made you sputter in indignation. At this rate, you wouldn’t be surprised if Reid would be considered by the Guinness World Records as the first omniscient person on earth with his brilliant mind. The man has an IQ of 187 for Pete’s sake!

“If that doesn’t tell you anything, then I don’t know what will,” he finished.

“First of all,” you started, “I did not watch you sleep.”

This made the man raise one brow at you. Liar.

“Second of all, if I did watch you sleep and you felt it,” you continued pointedly as if to tell Reid you weren’t watching him sleep. “Shouldn’t you have called me out on it? Why did you let me be then?” 

“I don’t know. Okay?”

“What do you mean you don’t know?” You pushed, crossing your arms.

“I woke up just a few minutes after I felt your stare,” Reid began rambling, “Did you know the reason why we feel someone is looking directly at us is that we have this system called the gaze detection system? I woke up a few minutes after I felt you staring.”

You smiled fondly at the man prattling facts from the back of his brain. This was your favorite version of Reid. The one who knows anything and everything under the sun and can probably talk about them if you asked him to. But right now, you have had enough of that. You won’t allow him to distract his adorable babbling from knowing why he let you stare at him.

Maybe he shares the same feelings with you.

“Reid,” you exhaled, “that still doesn’t explain why you let me watch you sleep.”

This made the man’s cheeks start dusting with pink. You were aware of the fact that it should have been the questioning done the other way around. You literally breached his privacy in his own home but you couldn’t help it. You wanted to know if he feels the same way as you. You wanted to know everything now rather than later. You know you’d probably get rejected but you wanted to get it over with.

“I wanted you to kiss me.”

This made you gasp, eyes widening—you think they were about to come out of their sockets. Reid blushed some more with your shocked expression. 

“I didn’t know what to do,” he continued explaining, “so I pretended to be asleep but I wanted you to kiss me. I thought that you would kiss me but you didn’t. So, I waited.” He looked down at his lap and bit his lip.

With your initial shock wearing off, you practically looked like a wild animal pouncing on the bed. Reid yelped at how quick you moved from where you originally stayed put. Without further ado, you reached for him. Thumbs caressing his rosy cheeks, you stared at his hazel irises.

“Are you sure about this?” You asked gently, wanting to be sure that he wants this just as much as you do. Before you could say anything else, Reid pressed his lips against yours.

As soon as you felt his lips against yours, your eyes closed. His lips were warm and soft—a little chapped but you didn’t mind. It feels perfect against yours. You didn’t want this to end but you want to see him—feel more of him. So, you did. You buried one of your hands in his curls as you caressed his chiseled jaw. Warmth blossomed in your chest as you realized you were kissing the guy you’d been pining for years and he is kissing you back.

You could taste your shared breath and feel the flutter of his long lashes against your cheeks. He tilted his head slightly in the opposite direction and nudged his nose against yours as your lips parted slightly, allowing him to slip his tongue inside.

You wanted to open your eyes. You wanted to see the faint constellations on his face, admire the slight scrunch of his brows when he’s focused—you had a feeling after this kiss is over, being with him won’t be as easy as it was before. You would be ruined knowing what it was like to kiss him. But you were so tired of longing for him. And his mouth was the softest mouth you have ever kissed. And nobody has ever kissed you like this before—loving and warm.

You didn’t stop kissing Reid until you felt like you were running out of air from running. So, you held his shoulders and distanced your face from his. He tried chasing your lips but you dodged him. Instead, you looked down at your lap. You felt your tears and willed them to not fall. Not here, not now, not in front of him. You wouldn’t want him to pity you.

“Hey, Y/N,” Reid placed his warm hand against yours, “What’s wrong? Did I do something wrong?” His thumb caressed your hand soothingly.

“That’s the thing, Reid,” you explained, looking up at him right now as he flinched, noting the tears glistening in your eyes, “Nothing’s wrong. The kiss was perfect. You’re perfect.” You could see his shoulders sagging in relief after what you said. “And because of that, I can’t just pretend that what happened was normal because it isn’t. I know it won’t happen again so I can’t get used to it. And you know I’m not the type to kiss someone unless they mean that much to me.”

You were about to explain some more when you felt Reid pull you. You gulped when you felt the tickle of his breath in the junction of your neck and shoulder. “I really like you, Y/N. If it isn’t obvious,” Reid muttered shyly, “I’ve liked you for quite some time now.”

“Oh.”

If this was difficult for you, it was difficult for Reid as well—if not more—to be vulnerable about his feelings. You knew about how difficult it was for him growing up, being the only twelve-year-old prodigy in a public high school. He’s been through so much with his dad leaving and having to take care of his mom. He’s never had a proper experience with just about everything from making friends, being a normal kid, and in this case, harboring romantic feelings for someone—you.

So, you did what you thought could convey that the feeling was mutual. You gently wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your face into his brown locks. He smelled of crisp pages of a book with a hint of pine. If you thought your favorite version of Reid was him rambling about facts and statistics, you’re probably going to give that version a run for his money. Because this version of Spencer Reid right here—the one who chose to be vulnerable, the one who chose to open up to you not knowing if the feeling was mutual—is probably your new favorite version of him.

“If it isn’t obvious to you, Dr. Reid,” you began, “I’ve liked you for quite some time now too.”

With that, you pulled him away from being tucked into your neck and kissed him again. You felt him grin widely, as you showered his pretty face with pecks, and you could not be happier. Before you could shower him with more kisses, Reid started spouting statistics about office romances.

“One in ten heterosexual couples in the United States meet at work.”

“Lucky for us,” you said as you tried to bury your nose in Reid’s neck, which made him giggle. "We are that one couple in the BAU. Now, shut up, so I can kiss you some more.”

This made Reid guffaw.

You couldn’t be happier waking up next to your coworker.

saving this for later

Criminal Minds Recommendations

* = Smut

Spencer Reid

Who Needs Time Management When I Have You?

The Waters Fine

Birthday Girl*

Obsessed

Okay?*

Crashing

Need You*

Library

Cuddles

The Final Draft*

Oblivious

Making A Move

Slow Hands*

Slip Up

You Again*

Sweater

Distraction*

Music Moods

And They Were Roommates

Home For Christmas*

Only Hands*

Sweet Talk

After Hours*

I Love You More*

Faint

Car Clean Up*

Happy Valentines Day, My Love

Teach Me?*

Not So Happy Hotch*

Boudoir

Fixation*

Hits Different Cause It’s You

His Picture In A Golden Locket

Lit By Love*

Hard On Top*

Here’s The Way I Feel

Friction*

Married

Cold Coffee*

Heatwave*

Coffee At Midnight

Stress Relief*

Page Turner*

Apple Slices

No Fun*

reminder to eddie fanfic writers that THIS is basically what the interior of his van looks like

nice and cozy ❤️

This is sooo fucking good i love it

i 🫶 bella ramsey

it just destroys me that wayne and eddie have a recliner and couch on their porch. like it couldn't have just been an issue of space for them- eddie's been with wayne for a while so it's not like he just recently gave up his room and had to find a place for the extra furniture. like how many evenings did they eat dinner out there in the summer? is that where eddie's banished to when he needs to practice and wayne needs to sleep? did wayne sit out there every night after the byers boy went missing to make sure eddie got home safely before heading to work? the fact that it's not just a set of lawn chairs, that it's as comfortable as could be, is such a window into their lives like things might be old and run down but there's still so much warmth

Eddie loves how you help him feel better

Bitch this man... i cant even...🤭😪

Me, googling this information frantically: Okay now you guys have GOT to be fucking with me, there’s NO way he could’ve actually–

ADVAGDHSGFHHJGHHJ THIS MAN IS INSAAAAAANE

Reblog this because I already liked it

When you've already read all the good fanfics

CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME A SHOW THAT IS A EQUALLY CUTE AND AMAZING LIKE HEARTSTOPPERS?????? LIKE PLEASE?! I CANT KEEP ON WATCHING THIS ONE SHOW AND ONE SHOW ONLY. I ALREADY WATCH IT LIEK 100 TIMES I CANT FIND ANYTHING LIKE THIS

*will love this till I die*

Nick + his sexuality

This is so much Eddie, it's unfair how I do NOT have him in my life

lovie!!! i cannnot stop thinking about clumsy eddie! - we all saw his goofy lil run, there aint no way he doesnt get clumsy in the height and loss of his own feelings

SO- what if eddie and reader get lost in kissing each other in the kitchen or on the way to his room, and eddie knocks them into walls, corners, side; they stumble around; and its all giggly and cute-

wow-

yEAH WOW 🤩🤩

because especially earlier on — after he first gets to experience you, you in his bed — he’s still learning how to handle you, how to handle himself with you, because god help him eddie can’t help but get all excitable and giddy and eager when he has you in his arms making those sounds you make.

when he sneaks up on you in the kitchen, distracted by the bag of popcorn rotating in the microwave, you’re thankful wayne has left for his shift as you shriek over the cacophony of his cackles, fingers tickling into your sides as he pulls you into him and blows raspberries against the back of your neck.

“ED WHAT THE FUCK!!”

“YOOOOU’LL NEVER ESCAPE MEEE!”

lord, he was on one tonight; scary movies always got him worked up.

he rotates and corners you as you squeal, the only thing loud enough to match your combined laughter is the rapid popping coming from the microwave — though you’ve already completely spaced on it, thanks to your feral boyfriend, who is now holding your cheeks in his hands and peppering noisy, sloppy wet kisses all over your face as you half-heartedly shove him away, feigning disgust.

“eeewwww not the kisses! not the wet kisses!” you try bringing a splayed hand between your faces, clamping it over eddie’s mouth, but he just growls and smooches into it, eventually nipping down on the skin between your thumb and index finger.

“wha? y’don’ li’e my kishesh??” he mumbles around your flesh, giving you the puppy eyes that make your heart flutter.

“nooooo not those kisses,” you whine.

he drops your hand like a dog dropping a stick and smirks, ducks his head and brushes his lips over yours, ghost of a breath fanning across them and making you shudder as you grin.

“like this?” eddie asks.

“mmmm… getting there,” you offer, sarcasm lacing your words but you can’t help the blush taking over your cheeks, giggling softly.

nudging his nose along yours he snorts and then quickly pecks your lips.

“how ‘bout that?”

“sooooo close.”

eddie rests palms on your hips, slides them around behind you and pulls you in by the small of your back, smiling all the while as he takes his time now to take your bottom lip between his, running his tongue over it as he kisses you so sweetly, so gently it makes you sigh pleasantly against his mouth, relaxing into him.

and then he bites you. of course. he latches his teeth onto your lip in a firm pinch, clasping you to him and growling as you yelp and whine and bat his shoulder.

“ooww eds, staaaahp!”

“i vaant to suck your blooood!” he dramatically lifts his head and then drops it, nibbling and kissing into your neck — that and the awful dracula imitation sending you into a fit a giggles and squeals as you lean into the attention. it made up for the pinched lip, and you didn’t mind the warm shiver down your spine as he nipped and kissed and breathed against the sensitive skin.

“oh nooo, nooo! the big scary vampire got me!” you swoon playfully, going a little limp in his arms as he laughs. “i hope he doesn’t steal me away to his lair!” you dramatically splay a hand against your forehead, really playing into the damsel role. eddie can’t help but laugh as you do so, goofy grin stubbornly staying put as he tries to play evil.

“I THINK—!” he can’t help a snort and you drop your head against his shoulder, both of you shaking with silent laughter. “I THINK I WILL STEAL YOU AWAY TO MY LAIR!!” you throw it back again with a wheeze at that, and eddie breathes laughter into you as he kisses you.

still holding you to him he begins to walk backwards out of the kitchen, stumbling a little as neither of you can keep from laughing, keep from kissing in between the giggles. in your distracted states, eddie accidentally steps on your toes and you yelp, the surprise and effort to quickly move his foot away making him stumble even further, backwards into the hallway where his back collides with the adjacent wall, making your surroundings rattle. you fall into him and he pulls you up into another red-faced, breathy kiss as you can hardly hold yourselves together, guts starting to ache with your amusement.

you snake hands up his front to grasp fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him into you hungrily as now it’s your turn to bite, nipping at his lips before trailing south to mar his jawline. the laughter gets softer, breathier, but you’re still giggling as you pull him away from the wall and guide him further down the hall, lips and teeth still marking his skin.

the hungrier you get, however, eddie does doubly so, and without even realizing he has you panting softly as his hands roam up your shirt as you lead him, up your soft sides to hold you at the dip of your spine and pull you closer, closer so he can briefly press himself against you and tease what you’re doing to him.

“mmmyour lair’s’too far away, mr. vampire,” you mewl against him, faltering in your step slightly which prompts eddie to halt you and press you back into the wall, snorting even as he kisses you till you’re out of breath.

“good thing i’m, like, really fucking fast,” eddie all but growls, and before you have time to react he’s attempting to hoist you up by the backs of your thighs, just under your rear, pulling you up into him as you yelp with the loss of footing. your arms lock around his neck as you bury laughter into the crook of his neck, holding onto him for dear life as he tries to scurry away with you.

“MINE! MINE FOREVER!!” he’s cackling and you’re practically shrieking with giggles, bouncing in his arms with each step, clinging to him tight.

and far be it from eddie to watch where he’s going, keep track of his footing as he carries you, as when he thinks he’s reached the fully closed door to his bedroom, what he’s actually reached is the partially closed door to his bedroom — and when eddie leans back into it for balance, he finds it’s completely thrown out the window as you both stumble and fall backwards into his room.

the door slams open with the force, and eddie squeezes you to him as he tumbles backwards, shielding you from the fall against his chest as he grunts with the force of it. a cacophony of chaos and yet the two of you are still dying with laughter there on the floor of eddie’s room, a shuddering pile of wheezes and gasps and snorts.

eddie holds your cheeks and lifts your head, checking you over while you’re nearly in tears with glee.

“sh-shit! shit! y-you okay babe?? speak to me!! speak to me y/n, tell me you’re alright!!” he wails with increasingly sarcasm-laden dramatics and squeezes your cheeks. you sputter with giggles as your lips are compressed by his palms, unable to even try to answer as you’re wracked with all-consuming amusement. because eddie is nothing if not all-consuming.

down the hall in the kitchen, the microwave starts to beep, while from eddie’s room the sounds of kisses and laughter give it the finger.

They are a 10 but their soul is like 100 years older because they're shifting.

The Kas Theory (Stranger things)

This post will contain sooo many spoilers for season 3 and 4 of stranger things, reading on ur on risk

I have some many thoughts on this one, I hope my thinking makes sense in the end.

Okay, I am pretty sure that everyone who watch "Stranger Things" and fell in love with Eddie Munson heard about this theory already. But in case u haven't heard it yet, I'll explain it to u real quick.

In the game dnd, there is this one character call Kas. They are some sort of the right hand of Vecna. But then Kas turns against Vecna and defends him (or helps to defend Vecna? Idk correct me if I'm wrong).

And many people who love Eddie Munson (me included) believe that Eddie becomes some Kas anecdote and will save the day in the following season of "Stranger things". But hear me out:

I saw this Tiktok like a few days ago and it got me thinking. What if Billy is the Kas anecdote? I mean think about it. To become someone's right hand kinda thing, that someone needs to trust u, which needs some time yk? I mean I wouldn't let anyone be my right hand if I do not genuinely trust them. And idk how many months will be between season 4 and season 5 but since the doors to the upside down are already open, I dont believe that it will be as much as between season 3 and 4 yk. So Eddie would have less time to "bound" with Vecna than Billy would have had. And I bet Vecna also knows that Eddie fought his bats (I mean the wounds seem kinda obvious to me). And we know Vecna isn't stupid so he probably connects the dots and knows Eddie isn't on his side.

BUT BILLY ON THE OTHER HAND?! Not only was he already some kind of doll for Vecna, so Vecna kinda still has the connection to Billy (just like Will yk what I'm on about?), but Billy also never seemed to connect with the "Anti-Vecna" group, which is probably also shown in the memory of Billy. So Vecna knows that for sure. And adding to this Billy would also have had enough time to "gain" some trust from Vecna (more like prove himself to Vecna). I mean how many months were between the timeline of season 3 and the timeline of season 4? 8 months? That sounds pretty accurate to me.

I mean hear me out. I love Eddie.. I mean I really fucking love him more than myself. And I really wish for him to somehow come back in season 5 but folks u need to agree with me. This Billy-being-Kas-theory of me makes fucking sense..

And yes I know Vecna could just whoop Eddie's ass and make him do whatever he wants him to do. But Vecna is not stupid, like I said before! And he already had that mind controlling connection with Billy which will probably makes it easier for Vecna to get into Billy's mind? And even when Billy and Eddie had both a rough upbringing, I think Billy had it a bit rougher. I mean at least Eddie had a father like figure, friends who like him for him and his trauma (the "loss" of his parents, probably bullying yk) didn't got any deeper (I mean, yes he got still bullied but he had friends, he wasn't alone, yk?). But Billy on the other side, his mother left him alone with his abusive dad, who also were his only father figure. He only had friends because of his looks and the popularity he got because of it. And because his dad is shit, his trauma got deeper with everytime, Billy's dad laid hand on him, yk? So the bad things in Billy's life, his loneliness and the fact that he went to all that basically alone probably clouded his mind and also makes it even easier for Vecna to get in his fucking mind.

And also yes, in the end of season 3 Billy sacrificed himself for El. But only because she found a good memory. And do u all remember how long it fucking took her to find it (which would basically prove my theory that I pointed out before)? In addition to Vecna knows how strong El is, so there is a high chance that El could just faked the memory to make Billy "submissive" to her plans. U get this?

But I mean folks, who am i kidding? We all know the duffer brothers are freaking stupid (I mean they killed the best character yk) and tbh I don't believe they thought about this, so I guess eddie it is (I mean I'm happy, but I would make so much more sense with billy... waisted potential in a good plot if u ask me)

Anyway, I really do hope, that y'all get what I meant.. I mean I know this is a lot of information and I really tried to give my rambling thoughts some structur. But on case it didn't work and u have some questions, just ask me.

Anyway, bye bye, kissies y'all

Guess i have some delicious lecture for the night. Thanks for serving my unhealthy way of living my life (meaning me not getting sleep because of Eddie Munson storys)

Kissies 💋💋

Eddie Munson ♡ Masterlist

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Teach Me (Series) - Eddie x Fem!Shy!Reader *

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Master of Puppets (Series) - Eddie x Fem!Reader

Part 1

Part 2

Read My Mind (Series) - Eddie x Fem!Reader *

Part 1

Part 2

Off Limits (Series) - Eddie x Fem!Reader *

Part 1

Part 2

One Shots

Discreet - Eddie x Fem!Reader *

Every Fiber of My Being - Eddie x Fem!Reader

Spooked - Eddie x Fem!Reader *

Boy, Interrupted - Eddie x Fem!Reader *

Girl, Interrupted - Eddie x Fem!Reader *

Nerves - Eddie x GN!Reader

Curiosity - Eddie x Fem!Reader

Heart Strings - Eddie x Reader

Defender of the Night - Eddie x Fem!Reader

Rainy Days - Eddie x Fem!Reader

Be My Peace - Eddie x Fem!Reader

Best Seat In The House - Eddie x Fem!Reader *

Healing Hands - Eddie x Fem!Reader

Anything For You - Eddie x Fem!Reader

Made With Love - Eddie x Reader

First Impressions - Eddie x Mom!Reader

Stormy Nights - Eddie x Fem!Reader

Puppet - Eddie x Fem!Reader *

Dirty Talk (Kinktober) Eddie x Fem!Reader *

Headcanons

First Time - Eddie x Fem!Virgin!Reader *

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The Rings of Power

First off - this show is so much better than half the crap that gets produced, especially by Amazon. The quality is exceptional and so far the writing and world building are really strong.

Secondly - correct, it does not follow aesthetic Tolkien canon. Took me an episode to adjust. I'm over it now because the performances are really, really good, and dismissing the show purely because the elves and dwarves have boring gender isn't a good reason to dismiss it. Criticise that part, but by jove enjoy the rest of it.

Third - the characters are great. I love them. I understand that some people aren't fond of this take on Galadriel, but I'm really enjoying her! She's a character archetype we don't commonly see in women, and Morfydd Clark's performance is incredible. The two dwarven characters, Durin and Disa, were immediately fun and scene stealing. Nori and Poppy are passionate, down to earth and compelling.

I've run out of neatly numerated points, but the show is excellent so far. Too early to tell where it'll end up, but beautiful in it's conception of Middle-Earth and Valinor. I had two lone complaints, regarding Elrond's lack of admission to the council, and Galadriel's bullying by her peers as a child. Both struck me as manufactured and a little silly. But the cinematography and score were so great that I forgot about both elements almost immediately.

If the the inconsistencies bug you - as they did me at the start - then the best bet is to imagine the Rings of Power as Tolkien-adjacent, rather than Tolkien canon. A highly detailed work of fiction set in a parallel world.

This show just shouldn't be ignored for the two or three faults it contains, against the tens of things it does right.

Fun Fact: Since we've been born we all are declared as dead.

Love u, bye! <3

YESSS

this man walks into hellfire every single friday and says "oh thats embarrassing, we've worn the same outfit!" and you cannot convince me otherwise