#ladyfluff

[terry-perry]

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warning: Fluff overload, maybe an OOC Eddie

A/N: I'm sorry @ladyfluff, I had to!

Based on this adorable oneshot, and this classic ballad!

Senior Year, 1984

There he was. At an actual dance. He still couldn't believe it. But he knew it meant a lot for her to be there. All her friends were there, and she had made a big thing about the music and how great it would be. It was no Ozzy or Iron Maiden, but it was tolerable. It made his girl happy.

And that's why he was there to begin with. To make her happy. He took her because it was what she wanted. It was what got him asking his uncle for a suit -- at least a nice jacket -- to borrow for the occasion. What got him knocking on her door, waiting to call on her like a proper gentleman.

He'll never get the image of her opening the door out of his mind. Her in that yellow dress will always be engraved there, he guaranteed it.

"You look beautiful..."

That startled her. That was the first time he ever used that word to describe her. Normally he'd go with hot, cute, pretty. But this beyond words. He had no choice but to settle for beautiful.

"Do you want to dance?"

He got out of his daze to look back at her. They were sitting at a table, her friends having left a while ago with their own dates. There was a sudden light change as a new song was about to start. Everything in the decorated gym was now covered in pink, including her. She was covered in enchantment it seemed, looking now like a princess or fairy.

"Yeah, sure," he offered her a soft smile along with his hand.

He hated dancing, but whatever meant he could keep her close.

He made sure to take them to a spot on the dancefloor where they could avoid any nosy chaperones. He was going to hold onto her like his life depended on it.

They stared into each other's eyes, not needing to say a word. They swayed mindlessly, slowly. And yet he was feeling rather dizzy and lightheaded. Something that's been bothering him since the day she came into Miss O'Donnell's class. He was barely paying attention to what the old woman was rambling about.

The second Y/N came in to class late, forcing him to look at her, his attention couldn't be on anything else.

What he felt that day never left him even when they did go steady. If anything, it's grown. He wondered, at first, if he was sick during certain moments he shared with her. The urge to throw up would be strong whenever she'd smile at him. Even then and there as her fingers curled around his hair did he want nothing more than to pass out.

He struggled to express what this could all be, for it suddenly dawned on him what this was. He didn't want either of their hearts to break if he ended up saying the wrong thing like he always tended to do. So he decided to just kiss her. She kissed him back, no problem.

He was soon brought back to life. The urgent desire to die was gone as his fairy princess revived him.

[wickednerdery]

I'm not sure if I understand how this works but here I go! Adam/Reader Smut/Thriller With prompts 52 and 7? Is this how this works???

Yup, you’ve got how it works pretty damned well, my friend!! (Prompts are: Talking Dirty and From Behind, respectively.)

You sit away from the rest of the world as the music swells and envelopes you in a world all your own. It isn’t until the third piece that the being makes his presence known.

“This earthly saint, adored by this devil.” His voice rumbles into your ear. “Little suspecteth the false worshipper; for unstain'd thoughts do seldom dream on evil...”

Flesh raises, body shakes, as slender fingers slip between seats. You move to pull away, but arm is stopped in the hard grip of cold hand. Another hand moves up, into your hair, holds you firm in place. 

“So guiltless she securely gives good cheer and reverend welcome to her princely guest.” His words curl up, burrow into your brain like a drug. “Whose inward ill no outward harm express'd.” 

Your heart slams against chest, ribcage, as if trying to break free. But it’s too late, he captures it in firm grasp. 

“His hand, as proud of such a dignity, smoking with pride, march'd on to make his stand on her bare breast, the heart of all her land...” He squeezes until your nipple peaks, pinches until you moan. “It's your fault. Your own looks betrayed you to me...”

Moan breaks into shudder as sharp fangs pierce flesh and heat flows down neck and thighs both...

I’m not sure what you think, @ladyfluff, but I hope you like it because I loved doing this one and can only hope to have the time to play with this one more later...I’m SO loving this sorta darker, more predatory, Adam, haha! And Adam is quoting William Shakespeare’s The Rape of Lucrece, which, in Only Lovers Left Alive world, may actually have been written by Adam’s friend, Christopher Marlowe.

Wanna request? Go here to read the set-up!!

[terry-perry]

OO! What about something Loki related? What about Loki leaving Thor to babysit his kid?! I bet uncle Thor is great!

You could only roll your eyes as your husband went over the rules once again with your brother in law. You stood back with your daughter Daphne who was currently entertaining herself by sucking on her little fist and babbling in your arms. 

“Darling, he knows what to do,” you turned to Thor smiling. “Forgive him, Thor, this is our first time leaving her with someone else.”

You walked over to him as he opened his arms, all too eager to accept his niece. Loki wasn’t all that fond of Thor looking after his daughter, but you insisted that an evening to yourselves was what was needed. Frigga had fallen ill, so she wasn’t able to do so, and Odin had duties of his own to take care of (though he wasn’t exactly on the list on potential babysitters, regardless).  

Thor lifted Daphne up over his head, receiving some small giggles from her that made you smile. Loki did as well, in spite of himself. Your little sprite always had the ability to make anyone’s day. 

“See?” You pointed out. “They’re already getting on so well.”

Thor had been looking forward to spending time with her after being away on earth with the Avengers for so long. He settled her back in his arms and bounced a bit then. A sigh took you away from the sweet scene in front of you, seeing Loki looking at it himself with an unreadable expression on his face.

“I could drop dead right here and she wouldn’t even notice,” he grumbled.

Rolling your eyes, you shake your head at him, hiding your smile by pressing your lips together. You know he didn’t actually care. If anything, he looked forward to these visits from his brother as well.

[terry-perry]

Drabble requests??? What would you say about giving some spotlight to lovely Ian? Do you think he'd try to write you a song as a valentines day surprise? He seems goofy enough to try! Luv uuu!!

Our sweet little butterball! I always love doing stuff for him ❤️

Sorta set in the Adam’s Family Universe

You rolled out of bed with a groan, being awakened by the sound of a strumming guitar. He’d been at it for the last couple of days now. Ian’s band was planning to play at an underground bar, and he wanted some new music to play after doing covers for quite some time now. 

You loved to hear him play. His music had something about it that just made you feel things that you couldn’t quite explain. Adam’s music was definitely something worth bragging about, but Ian’s had a great effect on you as it made you think of simpler times. You gave the music a chance to pleasantly crawl all over your skin, almost putting you back to sleep even. But then had your ears perk up when you heard your name.

Now curious, you reached for his shirt on the floor and made your way out into the hallway to follow his soft singing. You smiled and closed your eyes for a brief moment like you normally did when enjoying your boyfriend’s music. A warm feeling enveloping you when hearing another mention of your name along with other sweet nothings that are expressed in a melodious way. You just couldn’t believe it; was he really writing something for you?

“I’m hoping she likes it,” 

 You seemed to be getting your answer as Ian suddenly put a stop to his playing to discuss it with who you assumed was one of his bandmates over the phone:

“I know it’s different from what we’re used to playing, but I really wanted to do something for her. I mean, if it wasn’t for her, I don’t think I’d be playing. She’s my inspiration, you know?”

You did your best to keep your whimper to yourself, more moved than you were by his words. No one’s ever done anything like this for you in all the centuries you’ve been alive. You were looking forward to hearing the final product.

[terry-perry]

NOT A REQUEST BUT I JUST WANNA SAY CONGRATUALTIONSSSSSSSSSSS 1K DAY!!!!!

Thanks friend! AAH still squealing about it 😆

[wickednerdery]

I had my first Jonathan Pine dream. I was staying at some hotel somewhere and it was early in the morning, just woken up. I heard a knock on the door and I went over to open it, only to reveal Pine standing behind it. He was wearing a maid outfit.... I can't-

…A maid outfit?? I…I don’t…know what you’d do with that, haha! Like do you laugh at a dream like that because it’s clearly kinda hilarious for Pine to show up as a maid or do you sorta run with the good ol’ “fuck the maid” trope and get yourself off with it??

Hmmm…Maid!Pine….

((Seriously, thank you so much for sharing this, it’s awesome on so many levels!!))

[wickednerdery]

For real though just think about High rise like a David Attenborough documentary! ''Here we see the wildman, Robert Laing in his nest. He seems to preparing it for female company. The wild Laing leaves it's nest only to feed and to mate and to occasionally find cans of paint''

“The wild Laing leaves its nest only to feed and to mate and to occasionally find cans of paint.”

…This is my new favorite thing…I want to only refer to Laing as if he were in a nature documentary now, LMAO!! 😂 (Also, bonus points, it actually kinda rhymes, LMAO!!)

[wickednerdery]

It's like a domestic wilderness in the high rise.

I love this line/description…can I use it at some point? Because it’s perfect, @ladyfluff.