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[evita-shelby]

Hi Juli, happy first birthday to your amazing blog!! 🎉 Could I please request a gift with Luca and the prompt “I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, it’s complete bliss.” (I think that’s the end of the quote, I’m going from memory.) I love the addition of the Wednesday quotes btw. You know how much I adore all things dark and dramatic 🖤 I can’t wait to see what you come up with!

Thank you Lee 😊

I loved your fic and your dark!luca stories so here's one for you🖤

I left it vague, could be read as Luca x reader, or Luca x Eva.

Crazy in Love

Gif by @imaginesbymk

He wiped the blood off the stiletto knife and returned his knife to its pocket.

“Never seen you this crazy for someone,” Matteo notes as they discard the body of a man who dared impose on Luca’s sweetheart.

“I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.” The capo said with a shrug.

He loved her, loved her with the passion of a thousand suns and the strength of a thousand men.

She was complete and utter perfection, beautiful beyond imagination and that came with side effects.

No one else could have her, and yet that didn’t stop men and women from desiring her.

Too many people wanted her, too many people wanted what was his.

Luca would never let that happen, even if his father ordered him to give her over to his weakling younger brother, he would not hesitate to commit fratricide nor patricide to keep her.

His wife was his and his alone.

[moonlit-imagines]

warnings:

a/n:

not requested

“Please don’t tell me you’re gonna wear your Scoops uniform as a costume this year.” You sighed, shaking your head once he ran down the stairs at the first sound of the doorbell.

“I’m a sailor. And it was my spare, not getting any use since that thing destroyed the mall.” Steve adjusted his attire and put his hat on, which you noticed was altered to cover the “AHOY!” written across the front. “Aren’t you gonna answer the door?”

“Don’t get your ‘britches’ in a twist, sailor boy.” You finally opened the door and a chorus of trick or treat’s greeted you, a half dozen kids waiting with their bags open.

“One for you, and you, and you,” Steve counted out as he plucked piece by piece from the candy bowl and dropped them in each basket and bag, “woah, Star Wars, nice. I just watched that at work the other day.” He high-fived the young Jedi and you sent them off on their way.

“Happy Halloween, guys!” You waved and looked over at Steve. “I miss those days.”

“Yeah, same.” He nodded. “When did we get so old?”

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[mads-nixon]

hi! do you have any good the pacific blogs i can follow? i just finished watching the show but i mostly see band of brothers so i was wondering if there’s any blogs that have a lot of the pacific? thank you in advance!

Hi anon! i'm so glad you're joining the fandom! there are definitely more BoB writers out there, but there are plenty of writers for the Pacific! Here are a few that I know of!

@inglourious-imagines -> masterlist

@imaginesbymk -> masterlist

@ask-you-what-sir / @nonstoplover -> masterlist

@turn0nthemoon -> hoosier fic

@auroralightsthesky -> i couldn't find a masterlist on mary's page, but she has a TON of amazing pacific fics if you search them up by tags!

@floralfloyd -> masterlist

@softspeirs -> masterlist

@spotofimagines -> masterlist

@alienoresimagines -> masterlist

@order-of-river-phoenix -> masterlist

@ourmiraclealigner -> masterlist

@justthinkingofwaystoavoidbusses -> masterlist

@sscamanderr -> hoosier fic

@rossmccallsqueen -> masterlist

you can also find my masterlist here!

please reblog and add more if you know of any!!

[multifandomlover01]

I’ll Wait For You

2022 HBOWARDAILY Secret Santa

For @imaginesbymk

Surprise! I’m your secret Santa!

I intended to do both of your prompts but was only able to do one by the deadline, but I would be more than happy to still write the other one if you’d like

I went with the Pavuvu prompt and chose Snafu

“The reader is a Navy nurse at Pavuvu and she falls in love with Snafu. Snafu and Reader constantly flirt with each other until they're sent off to fight again. Snafu promises that if he makes it back, he'll take her out on a date back in America, and he does when it’s 1945.”

Word count: ~ 3,401

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November 1944, Pavuvu

When you and the other Navy nurses first heard you’d be getting time off of the hospital ship you were stationed on, you were very happy. You were less happy about your destination, however, once you were told what it was. You’d be going to Pavuvu to offer some reprieve and help to the Marines fresh from the fight on Peleliu, which had been nothing less than absolutely awful.

You were happy to do something, anything for the morale of someone of the armed forces, Marines in this particular case. Goodness knows they needed their spirits lifted.

As you and your fellow nurses offloaded from the ship, you were greeted by a Lieutenant who directed you to his Battalion medical tent.

From there you were told that the first thing you were there to do was boost the morale of the Marines by serving them cold lemonade.

You didn’t know what to expect when you started to hand out the lemonade to the Marines. But somehow it was much worse. They looked much worse than you ever could’ve imagined they would have.

They looked at you and the other nurses. But they weren’t really looking at you. You had thought maybe one or two of them would ogle one or two of you. But none of them did. They seemed to be more occupied by their shock to your presence. They seemed to look right through you as they looked at you. It’s like you weren’t really there. They certainly couldn’t believe that you were.

You all tried to be as friendly as possible. You smiled at them but it soon faded as they stared blankly at you as they took their lemonade sullenly and passed you. They continued to stare at you and at the lemonade like they couldn’t quite believe what was happening.

One blonde Marine (his hair was so dirty and mostly hidden under his helmet that he could’ve been a redhead, you couldn’t quite tell) asked what you nurses were doing here.

“Just offering you gents something nice.” Your friend said as she offered him some lemonade.

“It’s the least we could do.” You said as you handed a cup to his friend beside him. He smiled as you and scanned your face as he took the cup from you, your hands skimming over each other for a second. He was checking you out. You were probably the first women he’d seen in a long time, so you tried not to let it bother you. And maybe he wasn’t even checking you out. Maybe he was still trying to determine that what he was seeing was really there.

“Okay, Marines. You’ve had your look-see. Now move along.”

It was the Lt. that had been supervising you. You noticed he was much cleaner and fresher than the Marines you were handing out lemonade to. He had not been on Peleliu. He was a new officer in this unit. He’d mentioned he when he met the nurses and was explaining what you’d be doing.

The two Marines in front of you and your friend looked at him like they’d been looking at you. Like he was a stranger, something alien, almost. And that was understandable from their perspective. They’d just been fighting months. And they’d finally be getting a reprieve again here in Pavuvu. And one of the first things that happens is they get razzed by their Lt. for looking too long at the nurses, something they hadn’t really even been doing. They were exhausted. They deserved a little slack anyway.

The Lt. soon realized his mistake and his smirk disappeared from his face. The two Marines drank their lemonade quickly and moved on from the line. You and the nurses continued to hand lemonade out to the marines, but that incident stuck with you for the rest of the day.

The next day, you got the next assignment for Pavuvu. You’d be assisting the corpsman in reevaluating the medical situation. They’d lost a few medical personnel on Pavuvu and there were still soldiers with injuries not major enough to get them evacuated to a field hospital, but bad enough to have to be looked after by the corpsmen. You were to assist with that as well.

And it’s not like Pavuvu didn’t present a completely safe environment for the marines. There were two or three in everyday about minor injuries sustained from crab pinches as well as other things not related to combat but inescapable as long as they were in the South Pacific.

A little while after you had settled into working with the medical staff on Pavuvu, the Marine you’d given lemonade to on your first day wondered into the tent. He scanned the tent until his eyes landed on you. He scrunched his nose in confusion for a second before recognition seemed to dawn on him. He made his way towards you.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Is it medically related?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes.”

“Are my eyes yellow?” He took a step closer to you, too close for your comfort, so you took a step back.

“Why don’t you have a seat and I’ll take a look?”

“Thank you.” He smiled as he sat on a raised cot.

You smiled back before you gathered some supplies and stood before him. You shined a flashlight in his eyes, which made him wince and look away from you.

“You’re going to have to let me look at your eyes if I am to determine whether or not you have jaundice.”

“Why you gotta shine that light in my eye?”

“Because it’s dark in here and it allows me to see better.”

“What if I can’t see?”

“You’re not the one trying to determine if someone has jaundice.”

“That light’s gonna blind me, doll.”

“Not if it’s just for a few seconds.”

You grabbed his jaw and moved his face so he was looking at you. You shined the light in his eyes briefly before putting the flashlight away, all the while still holding his head still. He took notice of this.

“Your eyes aren’t yellow. Your skin doesn’t appear yellow either. I don’t think you have jaundice.”

“Are you sure?”

“Quite.”

He remained seated as you began to put away your supplies.

“Will that be all? Or was there something else?”

The marine looked at you again, more purposefully than before. His eyes scanned your face and the length of your body. He was shamelessly checking you out. And this time you were sure of it because he should’ve had enough time to get over the shock of seeing nurses.

“If there isn’t anything else…” you were getting a bit impatient with him at this point.

“You’re really pretty, you know that?” A smirk adorned his face. You didn’t know whether to kiss or smack it off. You said nothing in reply. You continued to put your supplies away and walked away from him to put them up. His eyes followed you.

“If there isn’t anything else, why’re you sticking around?”

“Cause you’re pretty.”

You rolled your eyes as you turned to face him, the smirk still on his face. No one had ever told you that you were pretty. So you didn’t really know how to respond to it.

“I’d go if I were you, before a corpsman comes in here and kicks you out.”

“I ain’t afraid of no corpsman. I’d like to see him try to kick me out.”

This statement worried you a bit. How were you going to get him out of here, then?

“Would you go if I asked you to go?”

“I’d be a shame, but I’d do anything you asked me to, boo.”

The smirk turned into a goofy smile. He was being serious. As you looked at him looking at you, you had second thoughts about asking him to leave. You wondered why that was. You hardly knew this man. You didn’t even know his name.

“I don’t even know your name. Y-you don’t even know mine. I don’t know you and you don’t know me.”

“My name’s Merriell Shelton. And I’d like to get to know you. Why don’t we start with your name.”

“Y/N L/N.”

“Pretty name for a pretty gal.”

You avoided his gaze as he continued to smile at you.

“You don’t have anything else you could be doing right now?”

“Ain’t got nothing better to do than sit right here and talk with ya, doll.”

“Great,” you muttered under your breath. He didn’t seem to catch it. He just continued smiling at you.

You continued putting supplies away. If he had nothing better to do than be here and talk to you, why shouldn’t you talk to him.

You sighed and sat beside him.

“Where are you from?”

“Louisiana. I’m Cajun.”

“I could tell.”

“How come?”

“Your accent.”

“What about you?”

“[Your hometown].”

“Is it nice there?”

“Nicer than it is here. Although I suppose anything is nicer than here.”

That got a laugh from him.

“You’re funny, too.”

“Not very.”

“Aw, don’t sell yourself short, sweetheart.”

“May I ask you why you’re so intent on complimenting me as well as getting to know me?”

Shelton shrugged.

“You’ve caught my attention, is all. I can’t really explain it. You’re sweet. You’re pretty.”

You smiled.

“Thank you. You’re pretty sweet yourself.”

“How about handsome?” He asked hopefully.

“It’s a little hard to tell. But if you had a nice shower and fresh clothes…that might be a different story.”

“I know what you mean. Looks aren’t everything, though.”

“No. They’re not.” You agreed.

“Although I can tell you’ve got looks as well as a personality.”

“As far as I know, you do too.”

“So you do think I’m handsome?” That goofy smile of his was back.

“Might as well give you the benefit of the doubt until I’m proven otherwise.”

“That’s fair enough.”

You smiled at him as he smiled at you.

Maybe Merriell Shelton wasn’t as bad as you initially thought he was.

You ended up having an extended conversation with him, actually growing to like him very much.

He would “bump” into you on as many occasions as possible while you were on Pavuvu together and you’d just talk and talk and laugh and smile. This ended up being several months. And you two had a nice back and forth going, much to the annoyance of Merriell’s friends. But he didn’t seem to care all that much about them. He cared more about you. And this surprised him. You felt different than any girl he’d ever flirted with. Were you the one for him? Baby steps. Baby steps. He hadn’t even taken you out on a date yet. And Pavuvu was no place for that. He’d have to do it when he got home…if he got home. If you’d still have him.

It was only a matter of time before he’d be sent off to storm some beach somewhere. And he was right. They would be off again very soon.

He came to see you in the medical tent before he left.

“I’m gonna be leavin’. Dunno if they’re gonna send us back here afterwards or if I’m even gonna-“

“Stop that. Don’t say that.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t wanna think about it either.”

“If I don’t see you again, look me up when you get back, ok? I’ll wait for you.”

You hurriedly grabbed a pencil and paper and wrote down your address and phone number. You folded it and put it in his pocket. You stayed close to him and kissed his cheek.

“I expect to see you again, Shelton. You still haven’t taken me out on a date. So don’t get yourself killed, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He saluted you. You saluted him back.

You both stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, not quite sure what to do. You suddenly rushed forward and threw your arms around him. His arms went around your waist and he held you tightly to him. He wanted to remember everything about you while you were apart. He wanted to remember what you smelled like, what you looked like, what you sounded like.

You two just stayed like that, holding each other for the longest time before you finally pulled away. Merriell looked sadly at you until you leaned in to kiss him on the lips. He reciprocated it immediately, arms still holding you tightly to him.

“That’s to remember me by.” You said as you pulled away from him again.

The Lt. (Mac) came by and told Shelton to get his butt ready to leave. You looked at each other one more time before he finally left the tent. And you remained.

The powers that be decided that the nurses were no longer needed on Pavuvu because there were no Marines there. So they sent you back to your previous assignment when possible. You went back to your hospital ship that ended up being pulled back stateside. It became an ever increasing possibility that you’d never seen Snafu again.

You weren’t even told where he’d gone. You did later learn his division was at Okinawa, but you’d received that information far later than you’d have liked.

You wrote a couple of letters to him but you weren’t sure they ever got to him. You received nothing in reply. But Okinawa wasn’t pleasant, from what you’d read so you didn’t blame him for not having time or not being in the mood to return a letter if he got one. And you could see him not even knowing what to say in a letter to you.

Many agonizing months sitting in a ship off the coast of the US, nowhere near the South Pacific, the war was ended in The Pacific. Japan had surrendered and soldiers were being sent home.

You got discharged and were home long before any of the men from your town. There were lots of men who’d served in Europe who were already home, but those from The Pacific were slowly trickling in.

Many of these men tried to flirt with you whenever you were out and about where they could see you. But you always turned them down. Even though deep down you feared you’d never see him again, you were still holding onto that tiny sliver of hope that Merriell would come home and he’d give you a call or send you a letter letting you know he was ok and that he’d like to take you out on a date.

As the months go by, your hopes diminish. Your family and friends try to reassure you that when he’s back, he’ll come through. And you certainly hope that’s true but you can’t help having doubts.

So you hoped and hoped and hoped until finally one day you receive a letter from Snafu that was addressed to you telling you that he’s back in the States, is good to get a job and very willing to visit if you’ll still have him and take you out on a date. You actually squealed in delight. You couldn’t have run faster to grab a pencil and paper to write back if you had tried to.

You excitedly write that you’re elated that he’s home, good to get a job and especially that he’s willing to make do on his date offer. You obviously accept his offer to visit and take you out. You post the letter immediately and eagerly waited for a response, or better yet him.

A couple of weeks went by and you received no letter from Merriell. Your hopes began to deflate again. He seemed so happy in his letter. What was it about yours that would give him pause? Was your reply not enthusiastic enough? You doubted it. Was it too enthusiastic? Had you scared him off? You didn’t know if that was even possible to do.

While you continued to anxiously wait for anything from him, there was an unexpected knock on the door one day. Nobody was home except you, so you answered it. And you almost fainted.

There stood Merriell Shelton, in the flesh. The clean flesh, you might add. You were right. He was very handsome when he was bathed, had clean, brushed hair, and clean clothes. He wasn’t in uniform, having been officially discharged from the Marines. Instead, he wore jeans and a t-shirt. It was nothing fancy, but you thought it suited him and wouldn’t expect him to be wearing anything else.

“Long time no see, chérie.”

You threw your arms around him.

“Oh! I’m so happy to see you! I thought I’d never see you again!”

“I did promise you a date, didn’t I?”

You smiled.

“You did.”

“And I intend to follow through on that. Here. These are for you.”

You hadn’t even noticed the flowers he was holding. You took them from him.

“Thank you. Would you like to come inside while I find a vase for these and put them in water?”

“I would love to. Thank you, ma’am.”

Snafu followed you and stood in the living room while you went into the kitchen to look for something to put the flowers in.

“Nice place you got here.” Merriell called out to you.

“It’s not really mine. It’s my father’s house.”

You came back into the living room with a vase full of water and the flowers. You set it on your dining room table as the centerpiece. You smiled, greatly satisfied with the vase, the flowers, and the placement.

“He home?”

“No. He’s at work.”

“Oh. So you’re just home all by yourself.”

“Yes.”

“Aren’t you lonely?”

“A little, I guess.”

“Where’s your ma at?”

“She’s out shopping with her friends.”

“You didn’t go with them?”

You shrugged.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I didn’t really feel like it.”

“If you don’t feel like going out today, we can go out another time, or just stay in.”

Your heart melted. You hadn’t seen Merriell in such a long time and yet here he was being as sweet as he ever could be. You crossed the floor to stand in front of him. You took his hands into yours.

“If I’m with you, I’m sure I won’t mind being around people as much. I didn’t want to go out before because my mom’s friends always talk to me about things like marriage and kids. And I don’t want to talk about those things.”

“We don’t have to talk about anything you don’t want to talk about. I just wanna be with you, chérie. I don’t care what we talk about.”

“Where’d you have in mind to go?”

“I noticed you got a nice park here. And it’s a nice day. Would you wanna go take a walk?”

“I would love to.”

You hadn’t gone to the park since you’d been home, even at the insistence of family and friends to get out and do something. You loved that park. You’d gone there with your parents and friends many times as a kid. And also as a teen. But it reminded you of an innocence you no longer had. It reminded you of a time you could not go back to, no matter how much you wished you could.

But with Merriell, maybe you could make new memories in this park. Memories that would replace the old ones. Maybe you could start a new chapter of your life now with him.

Not that you thought you needed a man. Especially not to heal your wounds. But Merriell was here. And you were already endeared to him. You couldn’t not pursue whatever this thing was that you two had.

As you walked out of the house and to the park a few blocks away, you walked into a new life. A life that was full of joy and wonder. He only hung around for a few days before heading back to Louisiana. But the two of you wrote often.

He made it to you a few more times before telling you the repair company he was with was willing to send him nearer to you to work. He ended up only an hour away from you and you got to see him much more often.

He eventually proposed and moved into an apartment in your town so he commuted an hour for work. When you two finally married, you moved into his apartment with him.

And you both lived happily ever after.

The End

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Steve Harrington Fic Recs I

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Can’t Deny My Love By wheelersdealer

His moment By sinfulserpents

Oh Me, Oh My! By ^

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When he gives you his favorite sweater By moralina

Take On Me By nadisabug

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loving you is a full time job  By weazleylvrz

Relax By joelsdawsons

words left unsaid  By onceuponastory

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Crazy  By wannabeschyulersister

Masterlist By hairringtonsteve

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Changes By ^

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Shut it, Harrington By thewritingofamadwoman

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So I’ll Take The Night Shift By geminimoonbeamx

Caught  By ariisheresstuff

A Little Closer By slashersteve

The dive By moonlightsolo

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[kissproof]

hiiii I’m so sorry this is last minute! my bdays on Sunday (i’ll be 22!) would u mind writing anything (drabble, pref/headcanon whichever suits the request!) about how the Dogs celebrate y/n’s bday after they find out other people forgot about it and they try to make them feel better?? <3 ILY AGAIN

this feels way too close to home because of how LATE this is but ilysm and i hope 22 is treating you soooo good lovely!!!!

SUMMARY: the dogs celebrating your birthday!

WARNINGS: fluffiness <3333

pink isn't one for celebrations, really, but he takes notice when you seem off on your big day. when he finds out it's because people didn't remember, he's flabbergasted! the whole day had been composed of him prizing himself on the fact that even he remembered! naturally, he calls the other dogs and they deliberate the best way to cheer you up.

white gets a table at your favorite restaurant to the dismay of the house staff who swore up and down there was a waitlist fifty miles long. after a thickly veiled threat from larry to the manager, however, it didn't take much convincing to boot the dinner reservations of a large corporate dinner.

brown is your designated chauffeur and picks you up from work, all cologned and dolled up for you in his freshly cleaned car. he lets you choose the radio station and the volume while chatting you up about your day and what you did. this distracts you from the fact that he missed the turn to your place. when you notice the restaurant's parking lot in view, your heart sinks. there was no way you were dressed enough for this place let alone able to get a reservation, but brown is quick to reassure you everything was under control.

after escorting you to your table, you see orange and blonde waiting there for you, an empty seat between them. you giggle as they both stand to greet you and pull out the velveteen chair from beneath the cloth. when you sit, freddy hands you a single delicate rose with whispers that there was more where that came from, and a box he asked you to promise not to open until later. as the other dogs file in, they each kiss and hug you hello, your heart swelling with love and gratitude at what they set out to do for you.

"what did i do to deserve you guys?" you sigh in awe, clutching your shirt above your heart.

the dinner goes along swimmingly, of course, with laughter and blonde's hand rubbing gently along your thigh. when they all sing you happy birthday, you feel bundled in their love and the light of your birthday wish as it burned bright atop the dessert the waiter brought you.

as vic spoons the sweetness into your mouth, you are altogether reassured that if any other birthdays go forgotten, they'd be at your side no matter what.

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“Y/N!!!” Nancy shouted in an urgent tone. “Where are you?!” You rushed to her aid and saw her hair half curled and her costume wrinkled to all hell.

“Jesus, I thought you were dying.” You raised your eyebrows and entered the bathroom with her. “Let me get the straightener real quick.” She handed it to you thinking you would start on her hair, but instead you crouched down near the hem of her skirt and used the flat iron to fix her wrinkles.

“What are you doing?” She asked, pausing from doing her mascara.

“Helping, just keep getting ready.” You carefully continued ironing out the imperfections until it looked good enough to stop, then came back up to eye level to do the rest of your sister’s hair. “Like that, right?” You pulled the iron at an angle and another curl was added to her hair.

“Exactly like that, just keep going before I’m late!”

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[killingitreservoirdogsstyle]

Yay!!!! A fellow ResDogs writer 🤩🤩 could you please write a headcanon about the Reservoir Dogs characters reacting to their s/o who reads a lot? Thanks so much!

Firstly, thank you for the request! It means so much to me! This is such a sweet idea! Apologies for the late reply, Tumblr has been nothing but a pain for me lately. Here you go! And P.S. I LOVE YOUR BLOG, you are such a talented writer! I hope this suffices, and if it doesn’t, let me know and I’ll gladly rewrite it.

MR. WHITE/Larry Dimmick

. I picture him to be a reader too, more so of classic literature and beat poetry like Kerouac and Burroughs, stuff like that. Back in his younger years, it was Westerns, but he grew out of those. Still, he has retained his love of reading even in his middle age. So when he finds out that his lover is into reading, he’s pleasantly surprised. A boyish grin tears across his face, taking years off of him. A fire ignites in his eyes, one of passion for both you and your hobby. 

. " That’s real nice, cupcake, me too. I mean, you could call me connoisseur of good literature, not to brag, of course. “ 

. Proceeds to quiz you on everything about reading. Who the best author is, what genre is the the most versatile, who wrote what and when, the whole works. He is very impressed by your knowledge, losing his bet and having to buy you ice cream. ( Replace with your favourite dessert here if you don’t like ice cream )

. He’s super supportive of your hobby, through and through. Oftentimes, you two will hit up all the local bookshops to find stacks of books to bring home. Freddy has come over to find you seated on Larry’s lap as he sits in his armchair, the two of you with your noses in books. It’s really sweet, you guys are so wholesome together!

MR. BLONDE/Vic Vega

. He’s like White in terms of his support, but he himself doesn’t really read much. Sure, the occasional Puzo novel he’ll pick up to read when he’s on the toilet ( hint hint to another one of his relatives, LMAO ) or bored or something, but he’s not much of a reader himself. However, he does love to listen to you talk about all things literature.

. " Who knew I’d score a gal like you, Y/N? Good in the sheets, unafraid to call me out on bullshit, blessed with a body like that, and now well read? Is there anything you can’t do? “

. A lot of times when he has to slink away for jobs, he’ll leave you a gift of a new book on the nightstand next to your guys’ bed. It’s sort of like a stress reliever, so you won’t worry about him when he’s out on the prowl. He leaves really sweet little notes in the book’s inner cover, telling you he loves you and that he wants to hear all about this new novel/short story/poetry collection when he comes back. 

. Meaningful debates over writing and reading as a whole, on such a frequent basis that before Vic knows it, he’s almost as much of an encyclopedia on literature as you are. At least, enough so that he can talk to you about it, ha ha. 

MR. BROWN/Johnny Campbell

. He thinks it’s cute that you like to read. I picture him being the type of guy who likes partners that are intelligent, and you fit that bill for him perfectly. Brown is like Freddy in my mind as he likes comic books and pulps. But he loves science fiction too, having amassed himself a collection of Asimov, Herbert, Adams, all of those great authors. 

. “ No way, that’s real cool, Y/N! You into science fiction? I gotta really sweet shelf of paperbacks and pulps at my place if you wanna look at them.” 

. One of your guys’ love languages is borrowing each other books from your library. Because of this, Brown’s taste has diversified, if only for the reason that he just loves your enthusiasm. So no matter how dull, awful, or not-his-cup-of-tea the books you give him are, he always finishes them. He loves you, and loves to see how excited you get over reading. For him, that’s all he needs. You reciprocate too, reading every single novel, comic, pulp, anything that he gives you. You just love to read, and don’t limit yourself. 

. Whenever you guys meet up with the Dogs, they are all astounded by the amount of stuff that Brown knows about literature simply because he’s dating you. He’s so proud to show off your passion, never once telling you to tone it down or stop. That’s out of the question. Plus, I picture Brown to be ADHD, so he wouldn’t ever find you too intense anyways. 

MR. ORANGE/Freddy Newandyke

. The first thing that jumps to mind for him, is that you read comics. He’s so uneducated on any literature past required high school reading, that he just assumes that anyone who is a reader means they are obsessed with Marvel like him. Of course, this was not fully true for you. When you explained that you preferred more traditional literature than comic books, then he understood. You told him you don’t hate comics and that there is nothing wrong with them, but you would rather read a novel by your favourite author/poet. 

. “ I get that, Y/N, and it’s all good. So, hit me up. Talk to me, I wanna know everything about this little hobby of yours.” 

. Everything changes the moment that you launch into an upbeat and eager conversation about reading for Freddy. The way your face lights up, eyes twinkle, how you can barely contain your jubilance, makes him fall even harder for you than he already had. He cannot help but absorb everything you say, memorizing all of your favourites. You’ve kindled that fire inside him to branch out in no time. Soon he’s reading with you, when he’s not busy at work, with the Dogs, or catching up on the newest episode of Spider-Man and Jem and The Holograms. ( Oh yes, I did ) 

. You two become so partial to reading that it’s one of the ways you spend time together. Whenever you feel down, he’ll pick up your favourite book, cuddle up with you, and start reading aloud to you. He’s not bad either, though its funny when he does different voices for characters than how you originally imagined them. He could totally be a voice actor, in your opinion. You tell him this, making a blush appear on his face. He replies that he only wants to make his baby happy. 

MR. PINK/Jeremy Davidson

. He’s not indifferent about it, but he doesn’t react as excitedly as say White does. He has his own little library in his studio apartment, a nice bookshelf piled with Bukowski, Hemingway, Heller, and a few Playboy magazines here or there. He’s very selective about what he likes, and he doesn’t hesitate to be suspicious about what you read. 

. “ Are we talking dollar store porn masquerading as romance books, I-stick-to-high-school-reading-lists, or actual real deep dives here? Me, I’m fussy, so I can only hope that you are too, Y/N.” 

. He eats his words the moment you reply. It’s really hilarious, to see him be so taken aback is not normal for him and you laugh at it. He grumbles, but lets you continue. You relay every single detail, not sparing him anything. Your knowledge intrigues him. All the people he’d dated before you were simple, easy to figure out, and that drove him crazy. But with you, there is so many layers and so much complexity, that he has to stop. He just can’t believe that a person like you would settle for someone like him. 

. It always puts a smile on his face when he sees you reading. To know that you’re happy makes him happy, and he can’t help but be entranced by your love of literature. Your cleverness, comprehension, and dedication is unwavering, just like your love for each other is. So although he may not like every single book/short story/play/poem that you read, that doesn’t matter to him as much as seeing that beautiful smile he loves so much on your face. 

NICE GUY EDDIE CABOT

. Eddie is a cross between White and Pink, happy you like reading while still being reserved in his choice of books. He himself likes Victorian literature like Oscar Wilde, but he’s not opposed to a good Western or gangster novel/pulp. Depending on what you like, his reactions will vary from acknowledgement to genuine excitement. 

. “ Makes sense that you like reading and all, I had a feeling when we got together, Y/N. You ever heard of Cold? Its a real hyper-speed western/action subgenre trilogy I love, and maybe you will.” ( puts made up book here because I can’t think of any Western books but The Dark Tower series, lol )

. You tag along with him to work and jobs often, and to pass the long driving time or boring meetings, you’ll read. Whatever you can get your hands on--be it a magazine, newspaper, mediocre harlequin, even the back of a soda can--you sit there and read. You have this adorable look that you get on your face when you get really invested in what you’re reading, that Eddie finds to be dazzling. You only make that face when you’re reading, so he’s always watching you to see when you’ll do it. It’s not meant to be weird, rather admiring. He just loves you so much. 

. If your favourite book is turned into a film or your favourite play is being run in the theatre, he will not hesitate to take you out to see it. Dinner at a nice restaurant, going to see the show/movie, then having a drink at home, he loves dates like that. When after it’s over, you can’t help but gush about what happened. It’s the same thing when you read a new book, and he loves to hear about all of it. The times when you sit on his thigh in his office, talking to him in what seems like ranting to you about books as he works, are the times he cherishes the most. 

[myriadimagines]

congrats on your milestone sam!!! could i request from prompt #5 with numbers #22 and #32 with Theo Crain from The Haunting of Hill House? Hope this is ok!! 🦋🤍💍

Characters: Reader x Theodora ‘Theo’ Crain

Warnings: mentions of death/suicide

Prompt: 22. “You were the first person I could think of.” & 32. “Oh God… I think I’m in love with you.”

Word Count: 459

A/N: ily mk!!! i hope u like the drabble 🌷💕

want to request a drabble? Read this post!

Theo hadn’t even realised she had called you in her grief stricken haze. She was too disoriented, too consumed with anger and sadness upon hearing the news of Nell’s death. It felt ironic for her, the psychologist, to not know how to process these emotions, but if there was one thing she did know, it was that she didn’t want to be alone. 

By the time you ring the doorbell of the guesthouse, Theo feels as though she might be on the verge of losing it. She opens the door, feverishly pulling you inside, and you gasp as she immediately kisses you, her lips meeting yours in a desperate manner that takes you by surprise. In any other context, you would gladly reciprocate, but even you can tell that something’s wrong. You struggle to pull away, holding Theo by the shoulders as you ask, “Woah, what’s going on?”

Theo blinks at you, taken aback by her own actions. She lets out a sigh, pulling away from your grasp, and she moves to sit on the edge of her bed. You sit beside her, patiently waiting for her to speak, and Theo finally admits, “My sister... something happened to her. I didn’t want to be alone tonight. You were the first person I could think of.”

Your expression softens. “I’m sorry, Theo.” 

Theo turns her head to look at you. She almost wants to laugh at the situation, at the fact that she called you, a random from the club that she met months ago. You were just a hookup, only you and Theo kept seeing each other, and each night you spent, Theo let her walls down just a little bit. She allowed herself to be more vulnerable with you than anyone else, and if Theo didn’t know any better, she thinks she might have actual feelings for you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” you gently ask, and Theo sucks in a sharp breath. She should, she thinks, but she doesn’t think she can tonight. She shakes her head, and you nod understandingly, before gesturing to the bed. “Do you want to just lay down?”

Theo looks over her shoulder at her bed, which looks so much more inviting with you in it. She nods, and the two of you situate yourselves under her covers, and your arms find their way around her as you hold her. Theo would hate this normally, of you holding her, but your skin against hers soothes her, and for the first time that night, she finally relaxes. 

“Oh God…” she mumbles, nestling her head into your shoulder. “I think I’m in love with you.”

“What was that?” you whisper, tilting your head to look at Theo, but she’s already fallen asleep. 

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I LOVE HOW CHAENNIE IS YOUR HEADER 🥺🖤💗

OH MY GOD THANK YOU?????!!! 🥺😭😭

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Jenni I just wanna drop by and say ur rlly pretty😇💗

Look everyone, the top model of Tumblr is praising my looks! 😳

Thank you so much MK 🥰 This made me smile!