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✡  ▶   • cillian murphy characters  ― header & icons [for tw, tumblr]  •  ◀  ✡

◤ character(s): scarecrow from the dark knight trilogy, thomas shelby from peaky blinders, raymond leon from in time & robert fischer from inception ◢

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jim | matthew joy | cillian (au)

🩷 (fluff) 🍆 (smut) 😈 (angst) 🩹 (hurt/comfort)

last updated: 04/28/24 | fic rec masterlist

Jim (28 Days Later)

morning light (series) by @kiss-me-cill-me 🩷🍆

in our perfect present tense by @pedropascallme 🩷🍆

all the time in what's left of the world by @self-proclaimed-heretic 🩷

Matthew Joy (In The Heart Of The Sea)

i told you i'd come back right? by @dracuno 🩷🩹

Cillian Murphy (AU)

five minutes peace by @garrison-girl-08 🩷🩹

#jim 28 days later #matthew joy #cillian murphy au #fic recs #fic recommendations #cillian murphy character

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CILLIAN MURPHY as Shivering Soldier in Dunkirk (2017) | dir. Christopher Nolan

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CILLIAN MURPHY as Damien O'Donovan in The Wind That Shakes the Barley (2006) | dir. Ken Loach

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CILLIAN MURPHY as Martin Kennedy in Retreat (2011) | dir. Carl Tibbets

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CILLIAN MURPHY as John / Emma Skillpa in Peacock (2010) | dir. Michael Lander

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☽⊰ 𝙄𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 ⊱☾

Pairing : Thomas Shelby X Wife!Reader

Summary : You and Tommy have been together for as long as you can remember, but sometimes, it feels like he doesn't even love you anymore.

Warning : Smut, spanking, degradation kink, praise kink, rough sex, daddy kink.

Notes : I'm so sorry I barely write. I have the English vocabulary of a 5 year old 😭 and I study everything in irish, so I have to translate it all 😭😭

Y/N Y/L/N, or commonly known as Y/N Shelby, laid on the shared bed in your and Tommy's house. You were growing anxious about your husbands arrival. He hadn't done anything sweet for you for a while, and now he told you to wait for him in bed? You were certain he'd divorce you if you said no, so you agreed. But you also agreed because he called you 'Good girl' when you obeyed his orders.

Suddenly, the front door opens and closes, and you hear footsteps making their way to the room. You greet Tommy with a soft smile as you look up at him.

"What are we doing, Tom?" You ask with a quiet chuckle.

He grins as he walked over to you, bending down in front of the bed, smirking, "I've a gift for you, darling," He leaned over and gave you a kiss before taking off his shirt.

"And what's the gift then, Tom? Sex?" You joked before he kissed you again. Wow. He was really gifting sex.

The next day, you walked downstairs in just your night gown when you saw him downstairs. You smiled and walked over to him, "Good morning, darling."

You pecked his lips and sat down at the table. You looked up at him as the cheeky smirk grew on his face.

"Morning, suger," He smirked and bent over to peck your lips. You kissed him with a little more force and he split some tongue into it when you pushed away.

"Wait, Tom... I have to ask you something," the serious expression grew on your face as you felt anxiety pent up in your mind. When he gave you the green light to continue, you took in a deep breath and began.

"I don't know if you love me anymore. I love you, Tom, but do you? It seems like whenever you aren't mad, you want sex. And when you don't want sex, you're mad or gone. I don't get you Tom. Can you just tell me if you love me still or not?"

You asked with full seriousness in your tone. He looked at you as if you were crazy, "Y/N, are you kidding?"

He put his arms around your waist and smiled. "I love you, Darling. If you were a thousand pounds fat, or only one pound skinny. If you were a woman or... nevermind. No matter what you'd be - except a man - I'd still love you. You're the perfect woman ever. You don't get how much I love you."

He stated before kissing you again. He kissed down your neck, shoulders, and gently moved the nightgown to place two little kisses on your boobs. Luckily, Charlie was gone off with his cousins.

You moaned a little and watched as he made his trail of kisses down to your thigh. You gripped his hair as he opened your nightgown and gave your wet heat a kiss.

He slapped your ass and stood back up, "So wet and you just woke up, honey. Did seeing me make you that wet?"

He taunted and you couldn't help but nod. "I-Im sorry daddy..."

He shook his head and sighed "Well, I can't leave my pretty girl wet now, can I?" He bent you over the table and slapped your pussy before taking his pants off.

He rammed his cock into your tight cunt and moaned "Fuck, doll." He grabbed your hair and fucked you harder.

"God, you like that, you fucking slut?" He pushed all of his length into you and stayed still "you're my pretty slut, right, baby?"

"Fuck, yours Tom! All of yours!" You moan as your walls clench around him. You quickly came around his cock as he smacked your ass again.

You feel his hot come shoot into your womb before he pulled out "i love you."

#Thomas Shelby

[littlefandomfairy]

afternoon shelby chaos

pairing: tommy shelby x reader

warning: mild swearing

summary: you don’t feel well, so tommy looks after the children

“Alright, what are the rules?”. Tommy asked, looking up and down the line from youngest to oldest - Florence (6), Theo (11), Charlie (12) and Ava (15) - all stood in the foyer, called upon to a family meeting to sort out how the day was going to go.

Theo shot his hand sky high, proudly reciting. “No running. No making loud noises. And no bothering Mama while she rests”.

“That’s right. If we play inside, it’s quiet playing. Mama isn’t feeling well”. Another hand rose. “Yes, Florence?”.

“Is she going to be okay?”.

“She will be fine, Flo. All she needs is rest”.

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#Thomas Shelby

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I LOVE your ‘you still remain’ emmet mini series it’s sooooooo good! Don’t know if you’re taking requests but what would happen if on the journey to the island they are attacked by a rogue group and maybe emmett has to save y/n from some near SA ??? Emmett just has such “don’t touch her” protective vibes!!

yes i can! sorry this took so long to write and that it's so short, i hope you like it anyway! tw for attempted sexual assualt (and a little unwanted touching), gun violence

Your steps were quiet on the creaky deck, stepping slowly and carefully. You tried to avoid splinters in your bare feet as you walked, and you looked over your shoulder to ensure that Emmett was still behind you. He sure was, stepping just as carefully as you were, on high alert for monsters, his rifle shouldered easily, as if an extension of his body. He looked hardened and rogue-ish, the apocalypse having aged him and steadied his nerves. It did that to everyone, even you— before that day, you were young, working at the same mechanic's shop that Emmett did. You only worked the front desk while he actually did work on the cars, but you were familiar enough with each other that, after the aliens came down, he took you into his family unit and protected you. And then, after Norah... Your own family had been eliminated on the first day, along with Henry and Adam, and you and Emmett were all that either of you had left.

Suddenly, there was an extra-loud creak from one of the boats anchored at the dock, and your heart seized as Emmett easily trained his rifle at the boat. You stopped your creeping forward, tensed as you awaited the clicking that meant that a monster was imminent, but something far worse awaited you. You froze fully as a man came from the shadows of the boat, and you clocked the dagger he held the instant you saw him. Fear nearly killed you— humans in this world were worse than the monsters— and you took a hazardous step backwards, towards Emmett.

"Hey," Emmett whispered gruffly, trying to stay quiet enough to not bring any monsters to you. "We don't want no trouble."

"I don't either," the man whispered. "What's in your bags?"

"We have food," you said quickly, before Emmett could say anything. You did have food, sure, though not a lot, but surely at least a granola bar would keep the guy from using that dagger on either of you. You slowly began to pull off your backpack in search of said granola bar, but the man waved his knife dismissively.

"Don't want any of that," the man murmured.

"What do you want?" Emmett asked lowly, and the man stepped off the boat and onto the dock, coming too close for comfort. You stepped backwards again, closer to Emmett, and the man quickly lunged before you were sure what had happened. He grabbed you, surprising you and making you drop your bag with a thud, and you kept in your instinctual scream of fear as you felt the cold glint of the knife touch your neck.

You had never seen Emmett look so startled, and he trained the rifle on the man at your side, trying to control his shaking hands. You breathed heavily, trying not to whimper and cry, although tears of fear welled in your eyes, and the man grumbled in your ear. "Pretty little thing," he said, his eyes trained on Emmett as he toyed with you. "Is this your husband?"

You shook your head, digging your fingernails hard into your palms.

"Boyfriend?" the man asked. "You ever fuck him?"

"Leave her alone," Emmett said harshly, maybe a little too loud. The lapping of the waves against the dock and boats and shore provided a little ambient noise that allowed you to speak at almost a normal level (what was normal anymore, though?), but his refusal to shout was harrowing.

"You wanna fuck her?" the man asked. "I bet you think about it, a tasty little thing like this... Can't even see this without thinkin' about what I wanna do."

"Em," you whimpered, finally allowing yourself to make noise. "Help."

Emmett's eyes watched as the knife trailed from your throat down your front, the curved point of it catching on your shirt and ripping it a bit. Your heart skipped a little as the man holding you hostage reached up and pawed at your breasts, feeling them and squeezing them, and you tilted your chin up as you tried to zone out. This wasn't happening. This was a dream. Just a bad dream, and you would wake up at any moment, safe in your little factory basement. Emmett would come to you and cover your mouth to keep you from crying too loud, and he would hold you and rock you until you quit, and everything would be okay.

"Don't you touch her," Emmett said, and the rifle rattled in his hands, shaking with anger. You knew his dilemma; the shot wasn't clear enough for him to take. You were too close to the man, any shot that Emmett took could easily be skewed into you. And you knew that Emmet wouldn't even attempt a shot if there was a chance that he could hurt you. "Get your fucking hands off of her."

"Or what?" the man asked. "I might just take her with me. You aren't using her; I will."

"Em!" you yelped. Panic filled you and you felt screams bubbling in your throat, and Emmett shushed you quickly.

Before you knew what was happening, the sound of the rifle being shot out echoed around the dockside, and the man slumped off of you for just long enough to allow you to fall from his arms and run back to Emmett. You heaved breaths as you collided with his warm body, and he dropped his gun to hold you tightly. You gasped and sobbed into his neck, whining and crying but trying to keep quiet enough to not attract a monster, and Emmett stroked your back. "It's okay, honey," he whispered. "I've got you, baby."

"Em," you whimpered. "Is he dead?"

"Yeah, honey, he's dead," Emmett whispered. "Don't look at him, you don't wanna see it. I've got you, honey, you're safe."

"I-I'm sorry—" you started, but Emmett interrupted you.

"Sorry for what?" he asked. "Some random creep attacked you, you shouldn't be sorry about that. I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you good enough to keep him off of you."

"Y-You did everything you could," you whispered. "Fuck, Emmett..."

"I'm right here, honey," he whispered. "But we gotta move quick, something definitely heard that gunshot."

#emmett a quiet place #emmett aqp

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can I request the first time shy!reader spends the night at eddie’s? maybe she falls asleep during movie night and he just doesn’t have the heart to wake her up? lots of snuggles ensue?!

ohmygosh thank you so much for this adorable req I love u so much. hope this is what u wanted angel!

shy!fem!reader 1.3k words

Eddie comes back from the bathroom and into the living room, only to stop dead in the doorway.

You’ve fallen asleep. On his couch. Well, technically his and Wayne’s, but that doesn’t matter right now. What matters is that you’re fast asleep and you look so lovely and peaceful and Eddie actually had to grab the doorframe to stop himself from falling over.

To be trusted so much that you’ve allowed yourself to fall asleep at his place feels like a big step to Eddie. You’re a shy girl, always cautious, overly polite. Eddie remembers the first time you’d been over to his trailer, you were so quiet, so scared of doing or saying something wrong.

And now look at you.

Eddie feels like he’s been punched in the gut. He practically skips the rest of the way to the couch, desperate to be close to you again, a newfound fondness for you burning in his chest that can only be cured by sitting as close as humanly possible to you. He sits down in the space he’d left, his thigh pressed to yours. Your body has tipped away from him, your head resting on a stack of cushions balanced on the arm of the couch.

The credits of the movie you’d been watching with him play on, but Eddie’s too busy looking at you, drinking up every inch of you. Your face, squished into the cushion, the TV light painting you green and red and blue. Your t-shirt sleeve riding up your shoulder. Eddie imagines your skin is as warm and soft as it looks. He longs to touch you and has an excuse when the movie ends. He knows you’ll want to be woken up.

His hand finds your shoulder and his fingers slip beneath your sleeve.

“Y/N, sweetheart.” Eddie squeezes you gently, his thumb pressed to your shoulder. “Wake up.”

It doesn’t take much for you to wake. Soon you’re blinking awake slowly, tearing your tired eyes apart, and it’s maybe the cutest thing you’ve done ever. Eddie feels so much fondness for you it actually hurts.

“Hey,” he says gently. He shuffles closer so he can get his torso in front of yours, hoping to block the TV lights that he’ll know will be blinding for you. “Hey, baby. You fell asleep.”

You blink at him. “I did?” You ask, all raspy and sleepy.

Eddie chuckles and resists the urge to kiss you all over your cute face. “Yeah, you did. Was I boring you?”

Your expression goes from sleepy to mortified so quickly it’s alarming.

“No!” You say quickly, shaking your head. “No, I—“

Eddie’s laugh drowns out the rest of your words, and you stop fretting when you realise he’s teasing.

“I’m messing with you, sweet girl.” He slides his hand up to your collar and presses his thumb to the corner of your mouth. “You must’ve been tired, huh?”

A yawn takes over your features right on queue. Your eyes scrunch up and your mouth opens wide and Eddie can’t stop smiling. You’re so cute.

“Do you want me to take you home?” Eddie asks, his hand still pressed to your face. He’s secretly hoping you’ll say no. He’d like you to stay here forever, thank you very much. “Or … you could stay the night here? Only if you want, of course.”

You blink up at Eddie owlishly. He’s never asked you to stay the night. Never suggested it, because he’s afraid of scaring you off. He’s afraid now, waiting for your answer, that you’ll run away and never come back. But you smile. You smile, and his heart does a backflip.

“Um. Okay,” you say, quiet and unsure but that sweet smile stays put. “I think I’ll stay, if that’s okay with you.”

Eddie melts like a popsicle. He brings his other hand to your jaw and cups your pretty, sleepy face.

“Of course it’s okay, angel,” he says, soft and earnest all at once. His chest feels tight. “You can stay whenever you like, you know.”

Your smile grows. Eddie’s heart aches tenfold. “I know.”

Eddie nods. He’s feeling so much for you in this moment that it’s hard to do anything, let alone speak. Instead he pulls away from you, stands up and holds his hand out. You take it unabashedly.

“Come on then,” he says, finally finding his words as he pulls you up to stand. “I’ll find you some pyjamas, hm?”

Ten minutes later Eddie comes back from the shower and finds you in his bed, dressed in a pair of his red and black checkered pyjama pants and one of his shirts. Your eyes are half closed.

You look so lovely that Eddie feels, for the second time tonight, like he’s been punched in the stomach. His breath hitches and his heart goes haywire.

“Hi,” he says softly, dropping the towel he’d been scrubbing his hair with over the back of his desk chair. “You okay?”

You nod. “M’okay,” you mumble quietly. “Just tired.”

Eddie rounds his bed til he’s on the side you’re on, kneeling next to the bed so he can take your bicep in his hand, his palm kneading at the soft muscle. You look seconds away from falling asleep.

“Poor girl,” he murmurs, mostly to himself. Then, to you, “Do you want me to sleep on the couch? ‘Cos I will, if you’re not comfortable with us both sleeping in the bed.”

You wrench your eyes open and quit looking tired to instead look confused and mildly put out.

“What?” You ask, exhaustion tugging at your words and making them sluggish and slurred. “No, don’t sleep on the couch.”

Eddie grins like mad. He squeezes your bicep, his fingers pushing beneath your t-shirt sleeve. “You want me to sleep in the bed? With you?”

You shut you eyes again and nod into your pillow. Eddie can’t stop smiling.

“Okay, then.”

He gives your arm one last squeeze and then leaps up to switch the light off. The room gets swallowed by darkness. Eddie can just make out your figure where you’re lying in his bed, the bump of your hip, the curve of your legs.

He slides into bed next to you and it feels like it’s never felt before. Even though it’s his same, regular old bed that he sleeps in every night, nothing about this is regular. Nothing about this doesn’t make his heart race and his skin tingle and his stomach ache with fondness sweet as sugar.

He shuffles closer to you and his arm touches your arm.

“Are you okay?” He asks you. You’re awfully quiet. Well, quieter than usual. He knows it’s because you’re tired, and maybe because this whole thing is probably making you about as nervous as it’s making him, if not more.

You don’t answer but you do press your arm further into Eddie’s. He curls his pinky around yours in the dark.

“Are you nervous?” He whispers, staring at the dark roof, feeling quite a bit nervous himself.

He feels rather than hears you rolling over, and when he tears his eyes away from the roof to look at you, he sees you’ve rolled onto your side to look at him.

“A bit,” you whisper back. Your pinky hooks tighter around his.

“Me too,” Eddie admits. “I’ve never had a girl sleep over before.”

You make a sound that Eddie thinks is a tired, quiet laugh. He can hear your smile when you say, “Really?”

Eddie nods though you probably can’t see him. He slides closer and takes your hand, his fingers lacing through yours. You’re so close you could lay your head on his chest if you wanted. He hopes you will eventually.

“Yeah, really,” he says. He dips his head to kiss your forehead. “Get some sleep now, okay?”

You hum something incoherent. You’re asleep within the next minute, your head lolling onto Eddie’s shoulder within the next two.

Eddie lies awake for far longer, wondering how in the world he got this damn lucky.

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#eddie munson

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So Snarky & 100% Done JOSEPH QUINN as KONER | GAME OF THRONES (2017) S7E04 - THE SPOILS OF WAR

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To the Moon and Back (Kitten Braden x Reader)

I AM SO FRICKIN' IN LOVE WITH THIS CHARACTER THAT I WOULD DIE FOR HER.  I have associated "Fly Me to the Moon" with Kitten, so that's an element used in this.

Warnings: May be out of character, cheesy, bad jokes near the end

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“Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars”

The room was silent, but Frank Sinatra quietly played on the radio. “Fly Me to the Moon” was one of his best songs. The tip of the brush tickled my skin, the powder falling on over my cheeks. Kitten was an expert on makeup, her hands moving swiftly and in sync with the flow of the music. I let her do my makeup for practice. As if I wasn’t red enough, I held my breath back so I wouldn’t laugh. I was jittery. Kitten was focused on painting the blush on my cheeks, but having her stare deep into my eyes would cause a natural blush. She leaned forward in her stool, and she was almost tipping over the edge. It was hard not to blush, especially when I was hiding romantic feelings from her.

I never told her anything, I was too scared to admit it. 

Let me see what spring is like on  A-Jupiter and Mars”

The music was faint. I could barely hear Frank’s voice and I was hoping the music would grow louder, but it didn’t. The tension was awkward. I held my hands on my knees, tapping my fingers to the beat of the song.

“So, uh, how long is this going to take?” I asked, finally breaking the silence.

“Hush and let me work my magic.” I went back to being silent. I trusted what she said, she was the artist here, not me. She chuckled lightly, as lightly as she was tickling my cheeks with the brush. “I think I put on too much,” she said. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You’re too red.”

That made it worse. My cheeks started heating up. It moved swiftly up to my ears. Kitten giggled. “Now you’re even redder. You’re not allergic to this, are you?” she asked, smiling ear to ear. 

“N-no,” I stuttered. “A-at least I don’t think I am.” Her grin grew wider.

“Maybe I should’ve used the mannequin instead,” she teased. “I think you are allergic, you’re redder by the second.”

“In other words, hold my hand”

A golden tube was held in front of my face. My eyes narrowed as I looked at it better. I gulped nervously. Kitten had this grand smile on her face, her teeth shining bright like pearls. “I’ve been practicing on you, so I’ll let you do the same,” she said.

“What do you want me to do?” I asked. Kitten took my hand and placed the tube in my grasp. 

“Paint my lips, please.”

“In other words, baby, kiss me”

“Paint your lips?” I repeated. 

“Paint my lips, darling,” she said. “I know you’re good at that.” She winked. What was that supposed to mean?

“Fill my heart with song and let me sing forevermore”

You are all I long for

All I worship and adore”

If it was possible, my jaw could’ve dropped from my mouth. It could detach completely like it was snapped right off. Kitten asked me to do her lipstick and doing her lipstick is what I would do. I uncapped the tube of red lipstick. My hand trembled, moving closer to her lips. Kitten moved her stool to close the gap between us. Her knee brushed up against mine. She was doing it on purpose. Her sly grin told me so.

“In other words, please be true”

“Okay, hold still,” I instructed. The tip of the lipstick pressed against Kitten’s lips. She let out a small groan. Her lips puckered out and she closed her eyes, the corners of her lips curling into a sly smile that wouldn’t leave.

“In other words, I love you”

Her lips were parted as I started the process of applying lipstick. The red of the waxy pigment painted over Kitten’s pink lips. My eyes widened. I never noticed how beautiful she was, the way her eyes would twinkle in the light and how gorgeous her smile was. My cheeks were as red as the lipstick I had in hand. My grip never faltered. Kitten giggled, her cute laugh snapping me out of my thoughts.

“What’s wrong, (Name)?” she asked, grinning. “Am I making you…uncomfortable?” She leaned forward. Her breath tickled my skin and her hands moved to hold my arms. Kitten was completely on the tip of her seat, practically pushing herself onto me and I held her by the waist. I put the lipstick tube on the vanity behind Kitten. I didn’t even cap it. 

“Fill my heart with song

Let me sing forevermore

You are all I long for, all I worship and adore”

I chuckled nervously and asked, “Uncomfortable?” My voice was weak and shaky. This wasn’t my best moment. 

“In other words, please be true”

“Yes, uncomfortable,” Kitten said again. 

“I guess I am, just a little,” I admitted. I couldn’t lie to her, it was wrong of me to do so. I sighed. “Can I tell you something?” I asked.

“In other words”

She nodded, her hair bouncing lightly. I knew Kitten was listening with intent and anticipation. I was waiting for myself to spit out what I wanted to say.

“Yes?” Her voice broke me. I forgot I was supposed to say something. 

“Um,” I started, “I….I….”

“In other words”

Oh, dang it, why couldn’t I say three simple words?! Why was it so hard?! The blush never faded from my cheeks. I couldn’t help but stare at Kitten’s lips. I managed to make them red like roses. My heart fluttered. I felt like kissing her now. “Kitten?” I managed to ask. She leaned forward in her chair.

“Yes? (Name), what is it?”

“I love you”

I opened my mouth at the wrong time, making the both of us blush. I didn’t even get a chance to speak, even with the words ready to come out. It was like Frank sang it for me. My hands moved on instinct. They tried to at least, but Kitten was quicker. 

I guess the feeling was mutual. In a swift move, her lips were on mine, her lipstick smearing all over my own lips. I was taken back by the sudden move. Automatically, like we had done this before, my hands placed themselves on her hips. She completely pushed off the stool to lean against me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. A few chuckles escaped through my lips as we kissed. There was a brief moment where we could breathe and talk. Her hair was silky in my hand as I brushed it back. It framed her face perfectly.

“I really do love you,” I whispered, leaning in. Kitten giggled, kissing my cheek.

“Permission to say a joke?”

“Go ahead.” She giggled again. Her lips were touching mine ever so slightly.

“I’m litter-ly in love with you. It's kitten all over my face,” she joked. “I think I’ve been purr-ty obvious.” I giggled and shook my head.

“We really need to talk about your cat puns,” I whispered, getting another giggle from Kitten. I leaned in and closed the gap between us once again.

#kitten braden

[littlefandomfairy]

eddie snuggles closer into you, and he thinks he's never been this warm before.

his face is pressed into your shoulder, hot breath splaying over your skin like a fan. and it's not just the warmth. it's the way your hand feels, slowly rubbing up and down his back. it's the little chuckle you share when something funny happens on the show you're watching. it's how it feels to be loved that makes him this warm.

he sighs softly, eyes fluttering open and closed, eyelashes tickling the skin of your neck.

"you seem cozy," you muse, kissing the top of his head.

"very," he murmurs, but it's so quiet he's not sure you've heard it.

you stop rubbing his back, and he whines, squirming until you laugh and continue your comforting movements. he thinks about moving to kiss you. but he doesn't want this moment to end. he doesn't want to move even an inch, he wants to live in this perfect, perfect moment for the rest of his life.

"do you love me?" he asks, wrapping a lazy arm over hips, and placing kisses on your shoulder, pouting when he feels them shake with laughter.

"every second, of every day," you answer, leaning into his untamed hair, pressing your cheek into him.

and you think, maybe you've never felt this warm before.

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just flexing the old writing muscles - maybe request something for a short thing like this ????

love you, miss you <3

#eddie munson

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I can’t be the only one whose brain took this:

And converted it to this:

Right?

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hey look, it’s everyone’s favorite boy of the year!