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@teresas-lisbon

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the build a fic prompt list is so fun! for eddie:

dialogue: "i say this with all the love in my heart, but you look like shit."

emotion: fondness

place: at work, far later than you should be

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petals on the moon

a/n: the new york boyfriend is back! honestly i can't think of anyone better to have adventures in new york with. i tried to stick with it being singularly at the workplace, but he's a menace and it's incredibly self indulgent. besides the song petals on the moon is the biggest inspiration. so i stuck with that vibe. i hope you enjoy it babes!
summary: the night hours at work were hours of the steady clack of his keyboard, the scent of burnt coffee from lunch, and yellowed lamps that needed an upgrade. you were the ghost that haunted halls of chipped paint and to do lists scrawled on extra pieces of paper. it might just take a miracle to bring you back to life, but thankfully eddie alden had a bit of magic on his side.
word count: 3.5k+
pairing: eddie alden x reader
warnings: fluff, romance, yearning + pining, eddie alden has a massive crush and is a dork about it, late night adventures, early 2000s romcom vibes, alcohol consumption, smoking, deep philosophical thoughts, smattering of angst.

you’re are PERFECT i hope you know that.

Eddie Alden is the biggest boyfriend of the century and i don’t think i could ever NOT be in love with him. this is poetry and it’s so beautiful! it filled my heart with joy, thanks for this.

oh to be kissed by him at the top of a roof sharing a bottle of wine. i love this, so so much.

Hugh attended the opening night of George Clooney’s Broadway play ‘Good Night and Good Luck’. The lady with him is Pat Schoenfeld (according to Glenn Close!!!! who commented on the video)

(While it’s lovely to see Hugh it’s even lovelier to yet again see the tabloids being utterly wrong - I guess he’s not super super jealous of Clooney being on Broadway huh radaronline…🙃)

(🎥 from mickmicknyc Instagram)

good FUCKING GOD PLEASE breed me

I just finished watching australia for the first time and FUCK, I can't he is so bossy and big and ugnnnhhhh something is purringggggg

How the hell are there so few Drover x reader fics? Let alone the lack of a breeding kink when this man IS ACTIVELY TALKING ABOUT BREEDING A PUREBLOOD MARE WITH A WILD STALLION AND HOW ITS HIS BIGGEST DREAM HELPPP

D O N T get me started on how he acted with the kids AHHHHHH get me pregnant fuck

speaking of all of that, does anyone want some Drover x reader smut/fluff/angst fics? After watching that movie, I am so motivated to write some. And please, all the other authors out there, please write more Drover x reader fanfictions for me and other people in need, I'll owe you my life🙏🏻

okay, hear me out--Logan falling in love with a pregnant woman.

He doesn't mean too, of course. Pregnancy, babies--never really his thing. But you moved into the apartment (one floor down, two doors over, but he definitely wasn't paying attention) and when he first met you, he was smoking a cigar and he didn't miss the way your nose crinkled at the scent. Before he could make a snide comment, your face paled and you vomited at his feet.

Logan stopped smoking after that, but he swore up and down it wasn't for you. (It was).

He took you to one of your prenatal appointments. Your car wouldn't start and you were running behind. Logan offered to drive you and when you got there, you asked him to stay. How could he refuse a pregnant woman? When the ultrasound tech spun the screen so you could see the baby (that was a baby? Looked like a giant gummy bear), you unconsciously grabbed for his hand. He didn't mind.

Your growing belly threw off your center of gravity. After watching you struggle to tote your laundry down the stairs, he huffed and grabbed your basket, casually stacking atop his own. Somehow, his laundry day always coincided with yours from then on.

When he felt the baby kick, he couldn't stop the smile that threatened to split his face. Logan kissed you for the first time that night.

He knew he shouldn't have let Wade help with the baby shower. Giant, metallic gold penis shaped balloons floated around the apartment. The drinks had penis shaped straws. "What? If it's a boy, this is expertly themed." You found it strangely endearing. It took all of Logan's power not to sink his claws into Wade's chest.

Logan helped build the crib while you sat across from him on the floor, directions balanced on your swollen stomach. You were irritable, uncomfortable from the two little feet constantly pressing into your ribs. You kept critiquing him, telling him he was doing it wrong. He finished with a scowl before helping you up off the floor. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and his irritation instantly bled away.

You thought he was more frantic than you were when labor started. Logan adamantly denied this. But every noise, every beep of the machines set his teeth on edge. You squeezed his hand through every contraction. He became your crutch when the epidural was placed, your head bowed low against his chest. He let you curse him out as you pushed and he didn't correct the doctor when he said, "Congratulations, mom and dad! It's a girl!"

In a universe far, far from his own, you gave him something he didn't think he'd ever get again. A family.

The brainrot for this is so real.

oh my god.

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